Junior high school composition with the theme of calling

Look at that grave. It's full of flowers. How beautiful you are. It's all over the mountains. Do you still feel lonely? -inscription

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I ran to my grandpa with a big bouquet of fresh lilacs in my arms early in the morning. "Grandpa, do you have a good time in another world? Do you hear your granddaughter calling you every day? "

Lilacs are still in full bloom, love, because they once existed-"haha, now that my granddaughter has grown up, she will be good to me." We are also women, and we can speak our minds. Do you envy her? " Grandpa can only say "yes", and his eyes always don't feel like looking at me. His eyes were full of tenderness and anxiety, and he seemed eager to ask, "Is this really the case?" And I always laugh and don't answer.

Grandpa, actually you don't have to worry, because I love you and grandma more. I am willing to tell you anything in my heart. When I am happy, I will tell you my happiness. When I am sad, I will tell you my grievances. When I am angry and unhappy, you always put a bunch of lilacs in front of my eyes and say with a smile, "Look, my dear granddaughter, lilacs are so beautiful. If you are unhappy, lilacs will laugh at you! " I smiled. Grandpa has always been my listener. I am very happy with him. When I was a child, I felt that Grandpa's smile only bloomed for me. He is very serious about others, including his children and my brother. Only when he is with me will he smile brightly.

When I was a child, I always liked to snuggle up in my grandfather's arms. He told me a story and I listened quietly. He told me jokes and we laughed together. ...

After grandpa retired, he stayed at home and planted many of his favorite flowers-lilacs in the yard. He took care of them carefully, as if grandpa's joys and sorrows were linked with these little flowers. Grandpa likes to take care of these little flowers with me, and we also named them, this "flower of happiness", that "flower of protection" and another ... As for why, only I know.

When I am old, my grandfather will no longer hug me. I will hold hands and talk about my life and my ideals. Grandpa told me his life experience and argued about the difference between his research and mine.

Happy times are always short, and I can't help crying when I think back to the past. On the day grandpa died, lilacs also fell in pots. Flowers, are you also crying for Grandpa's "leaving without saying goodbye"?

Holding lilacs in his hand, he stood in front of grandpa's grave, and his cheeks were soaked with tears. The pot of lilacs in front of my grandfather's grave is so blooming and beautiful. "Grandpa, you must be very happy in that world!" "I stood at my grandfather's grave for a long time, letting the wind blow my hair. ...

I looked up at the sky, wiped my tears, smiled and shouted at the sky: "Grandpa, you must be happy!" " "

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The call of spring breeze

The call of spring breeze evokes harmony-

"Who is willing to give her seat to the old lady? Thank you. Who wants to ... "The attendant on the bus called many times, but everyone was indifferent. Still sitting in their seats one by one. After about 5 minutes, a young man with a broken leg leaned on a crutch and said, "I'll give you my seat!" " You stand there and don't move. I'll help you. "

The call of spring breeze evokes friendship-

"ah!" With this cry, the students' eyes fell on the playground, and the classmate rolled on the ground with his feet in his arms. It turned out that his foot was twisted. Students swarmed in, scrambling to help the student to the school doctor's office. The teacher stood by, smiling knowingly, as if he had seen the morning sun.

The call of spring breeze evokes family relations-

"My lovely granddaughter, come and eat this chicken leg." Grandpa put a big chicken leg in my bowl.

"Grandpa, thank you! I don't want to eat, I'll give it to you. " I put it in my bowl again and put it in grandpa's bowl. "Hey, if you do this again, Grandpa won't like you." The chicken leg is in my bowl again. "Grandpa, eat! You put it in my bowl again, and I won't hurt you ... "

The call of spring breeze evokes nostalgia-

The weather is bad, the clouds are gathering, and it will rain soon. "Where did Aunt Li go? Her clothes are still hanging outside! " "She went to get oil." It was dark and cold. It's raining as hard as beans. I only saw Aunt Liu playing clothes in the rain and leaving them at Aunt Li Er's house. Aunt Li Er came back to know about it, and they looked at each other and smiled. This smile is fixed by time.

The call of spring breeze evokes all the beautiful things in the world, which are solidified by the air.

-That phone call.

My mother seems to be a different person since I entered junior high school. From loving mother to strict mother. Always say "no" every day, only say to me every day: "Don't check after finishing your homework!" "Don't watch TV during the day on weekends!" "Don't read extracurricular books that have nothing to do with study!" "Don't …" Every time my mother opens her mouth to talk to me, I feel that her lips will raise an arc to say "no". My mother and I are gradually estranged, and there is an invisible film between our hearts.

After dinner, I went back to my room to do my homework. My mother suddenly came in and saw that I was engaged in politics, so she asked me if I had finished studying several other main courses. I said there was another one. Mother began to nag: didn't you say that homework is not allowed in the minor class before the main class is finished? How can you not arrange time? No wonder my grades are always failing ... "I really want to hold back and try to listen to my mother's nagging patiently, but I can't stand it after all." I shouted loudly: "there can be primary and secondary between classes, but there can be no primary and secondary between knowledge!" I also have brains and thoughts! I won't arrange my time in disorder! " Say that finish, I involuntarily rushed out of the house. ...

I hid in a corner of the stairs and sobbed alone. Am I wrong? Don't! I was right! There is no order between knowledge and knowledge! Am I really wrong? Yes, I was wrong! Even if my mother is wrong, I shouldn't talk to her so loudly. Even after yelling at her, I ran out alone. This is a great disrespect for my mother!

There was a rush of footsteps on the stairs. It's mom! But I didn't run out, maybe my pride is at work! As time went by, my mother dragged her tired figure back and forth. On the stairs, she shouted calmly and anxiously, "Where are you, son?" Mom searched the whole block. Mom knows that you are in the community, just come out, just forgive mom, it's all mom's fault! "I went to my mother, and she immediately hugged me tightly, as if holding a rare treasure, afraid that I would run away again. My mother and I hugged each other tightly and tears welled up in our eyes. ...

Mother's call for love, rippling love friendship, eliminated the gap between my mother and me.

Call for freedom (26 points)

Grade two 1 class Yan Yingying.

Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If you are free, you can throw both.

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In my dream, there is a huge space, where the sky is not static, it changes into the color I set for it at any time; Rainbow occasionally appears unexpectedly in the south; Snow-white walls are graffiti left by my whim; Without wings, I can fly with the wind ... this is my own world.

"What's the matter with you? The mid-term exam is coming, so I don't hurry to review, so I am not careful. " My mother suddenly broke my mind with a muffled roar, and I just came to my senses. Where is the sky? Where is the rainbow? It's exercise books and test questions. In the dim light, the test paper in my hand is even paler. Alas, scholars have lost the freedom to learn.

Recently, in order to "meet" the mid-term exam, the review materials have been "smashed" all over, but we are struggling in the sea of questions. Even on weekends, I can't live without my homework. Math, Chinese, English ... Why is the simple word free so easy to write, but it seems difficult to do it? Finally, it was "detonated" by a difficult math problem and rushed out.

Standing in front of the snack bar, I have three kebabs in my left hand and two cones in my right. I think this is freedom! When I passed the intersection, I saw a young man handing out leaflets. I was holding a leaflet, wondering why such a big man didn't look for a job, but distributed leaflets on the roadside. Driven by curiosity, I blurted it out. At this moment, I suddenly saw the man's bitter smile: "If I don't study hard, where can I find a good job and do what I want to do?" I lost something, and I used to feel too constrained in my study. Now I can only "help myself" ... "I continued to walk down the street, remembering the sigh that the man had in my ear. I haven't read a good book, so I can only hand out leaflets on the street. When I was thinking, I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my stomach Oh, no, I ate too much ice cream. I really shouldn't forget what I learned before: "Scientific diet. "

When I got home, I was confused. How can we get the freedom we crave most? It seems difficult. We will struggle in the busy study and call for freedom loudly, hoping that one day we can abandon our study and pursue freedom. However, if we lose knowledge, we can hardly guarantee that freedom will not shut us out. Maybe learning is also a key, the key to freedom. Go and cast that key! Then rightfully call for freedom!

Call of courage (26 points)

Pan Yu, Class Two, Grade Two.

Life is rare, and we hot-blooded men walk around the world once. We just hope to leave something behind and not waste our lives! As for me, I hope to leave my brave image.

I remember that it was a class meeting class for class cadre election. The teacher said that there are no other restrictions in this class, and every student can give a speech on stage, show himself and compete for class cadres. After the words, there was a burst of warm applause. It turned out that Xiao Xu, the number one in our class, played.

I have been a monitor for a year under the trust of my classmates, and I have done a good job. I hope my classmates can continue to support me. This wonderful speech made the students enthusiastic and thunderous applause sounded. Of course, I am also like this, but my heart is always not the taste. I hate myself. Why am I so timid? I am a starry stage and a platform to show myself. Why am I afraid to go up? I have a prepared speech, and my heart is so complicated.

The applause rang again. At first glance, my heart suddenly shook. It turned out to be Chen from our class. He even went up, but the students welcomed him with the same applause. "Although my grades are not very good, I believe that through my efforts, I will become better. Please believe me ... "He looked natural and didn't show timidity. What is this? What makes him so confident, and I, although my grades are better than his, why am I not as confident as him? My heart has been restless for a long time. He is so optimistic and confident, as if he had a plan. Yes, it's courage, it's courage that makes people like this, and it just answers the question "why". In my heart. problem

Finally, I was confident enough to step onto the stage. My steps are so vigorous and steady that I don't tremble at all. It looks particularly natural after taking the stage. He said that "heroes always appear last", thus winning the trust of his classmates. Thunderous applause rang again.

Life is like blink of an eye. However, at the light bar, there is a faint-the call for courage will never stop!