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1. Ask for an essay about 8 words to write about one thing, and just pay attention to the details. In a hurry, you will

have an umbrella and a warm

hazy rain, fluttering and falling into the earth. In the rain curtain and under the umbrella, my mother's love for me is contained, which warms my heart. -Inscription

The waning moon is setting in the west, the dawn star is sinking in the west, and the cicada on the tree seems to be tired of crying, and the voice is dumb. The windows are bright and clean, and the dark sky hangs over the sky like a big net. I looked up, the night wind blew gently, kissed my cheek, looked up at the rain, and my thoughts all over the sky went back to that rainy day ...

Rain, like smoke, hung a rain curtain in the empty world. Green leaves, swaying in the wind, let the rain wash the dust on your body, and the green ones are lovely. Splash, dancing on the glass, waltz dance hit a particularly fresh. I frowned and couldn't stop looking out of the window, trying to see the rain. Classroom, the atmosphere is like sleeping in the ruins, the air solidified, so I had to pack my bag and walk out of the classroom.

when I came to the school gate, my clothes were wet, and the tips of my hair were beaded with water. I kept looking that way, looking for the most familiar figure, but it didn't appear. I looked down and marveled at the picturesque rain scene and the cold wind.

In a trance, a glimpse passed before my eyes. I watched, and a familiar figure appeared in the rainy dusk, holding an umbrella and coming towards me.

that, that familiar figure is my mother! I was inexplicably moved, and tears filled my eyes. I smiled and said, "Mom, why are you here?" "If Mom doesn't come, won't you become a drowned rat?" My mother smiled, and my eyes fell on her clothes somehow. My mother's clothes were soaked, which was not many times as wet as mine. I asked, "Mom, why are your clothes all wet?" Mom didn't care too much. "Nothing, just go home and change jobs."

I can't control the impulse of tears anymore, and tears are running down my eyes. I took the umbrella and held it above our heads. I looked at her face at a 45-degree angle without changing, and I never saw it clearly. Never, the ruddy face of my mother had been stolen by the gods of time, leaving only the pale face that was ruined by years.

Tears, flowing from the corner of my eyes, pass through the pores of every inch of skin and feel dull pain. I don't know why, perhaps, only the heart can understand.

The rain drops on the umbrella, and the falling beads fall with the tears on the cheeks, splashing on the ground. The umbrella faded away in the mist. The biting cold wind tried to pass over my worries, but it couldn't deprive me of the warmth under the umbrella.

Postscript: What should life believe? In the past 15 years, I have come to the present with ignorance and sensibility. I may not understand, but I just want to give her a song, humming quietly, which is her beauty in this rainy season. -mom.

Wait

I stood on tiptoe and stretched my neck. I finally waited for the "344" bus. Sitting at the rear of the carriage and looking ahead, the scene in front of the car is unobstructed, which is another calm and stable ride.

I turned my face and looked at the dead trees passing by the window in all kinds of boring ways. Spring is always so slow, and so is this spring. The green is not penetrated, and the silent branches are interspersed with Luo Zhi to form a net, shielding the gloomy sky. Inadvertently heard someone shout: "driver, driver, stop the car!" Intermittent, but the driver didn't seem to listen, nothing happened, and the passengers in front of the car didn't care, so I ignored the sound. But the sound was still through the glass window, and I couldn't help looking back. It turned out that several women were chasing to get on the bus. They trotted all the way, waving their arms hard and waving their arms, signaling the driver to stop. I silently turned around and worried about those women.

The bus driven by the driver suddenly slowed down. From the back, he still didn't make any movement. I wish he had slowed down to a stop for them, but the bus kept going, and the bumpy feeling never stopped. It will need to continue to the next station.

I turned around frequently, and one of the women was still holding the baby, panting, and she came last but kept running. For a moment, I hated this unreasonable driver and almost wanted to stand up and remind him loudly: "Hey, there is someone behind." But rules are rules. I have met them several times before. At first, the bus speed will slow down, but in the end, it will speed up hard, as if it were a joke, leaving those people behind mercilessly.

after all, the warmth of spring can't resist the depression of cold, and my heart is frozen again.

The bus slowly crosses the intersection, and it's almost the next stop. Come on, run faster! I secretly cheered them up. Here's the stop. What about them? Not yet! Drivers usually drive when no one is around. I'm afraid they can't get on this bus. But strangely enough, although all the people at this station are here, the driver is not in a hurry to close the door, sitting around, staring at the rearview mirror. Is it waiting for them?

Whoo-hoo! A woman held the door and paused on the steps. The silence inside the car broke with a beep. Others got on the bus one after another, and finally the mother, the child cat in her arms, giggled and grinned.

On the way, the woman thanked her again and again, filled with gratitude. However, the driver just turned around slightly, revealing half of the vicissitudes of life, a little at a loss, and smiled and said, "Nothing, just remember to take the bus earlier next time." The sound is faint, but it is like a spring breeze.

I thought that spring was yet to come. It turns out that the spring breeze has quietly stirred the kind bud in my heart again, but I haven't noticed it yet.

as long as the heart is not upset, as long as people are not indifferent. 2. There are essays that write about people and pay attention to details.

is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

Snow is a natural spirit, small and pure, unpretentious but exquisite.

The interest of winter lies in snow.

A night of light snow has created a world wrapped in silver and told a story that touches the soul. But who knows that it is covered in snow?

isn't it a great enjoyment of life to walk in the snow and listen to the sound of swish under your feet?

Snow, pure and elegant, is very much like our hearts at this level.

Mei Xuxun's snow is white.

Snow can be described as a pretty woman, which makes people fascinated. There is an impulse to explore its style.

It's a pity that such unpretentious beauty is ignored by the eyes of the world. It's a great pity in life! 3. Write a detailed description of the beggar in the rain.

He stared at the gray sky quietly and looked insignificant in the sharp rain. He was wearing patched rags and his hair was soaked by the rain. His gloomy eyes were lined with wrinkles, and he struggled to support his wings in the wind, but he could not compete with Han Wei. On that day, my heart was shocked by the rain outside the window.

I looked at the gloomy sky in the faint rain fog. A drop of rain turned the dust of living into wisps of light smoke, which blended and flowed in the hazy drizzle. In the light smoke, the most sincere and flawless touch buried in my heart emerged in front of my eyes like a movie. Sparse willow leaves floated listlessly on the roadside, and the thin and rough face of the world-worn willow bowed its head and looked down-it was an old and dry one. Mixed with mud, he quietly stuck it on the smooth and shiny road. He was dazed, paused, gradually bent down his thin back, stretched out his withered hands like branches, carefully picked it up, and rose bit by bit, illuminating my heart, like a desolate Gobi, which will always be a bright light in my heart. His heart is more like the rising sun that shines forever, a little. I stood under the eaves to hide. My heart was shocked in an instant. I looked at the extremely tall body.

It was a gloomy rainy day. My life was also shocked, and my pure heart was filled with tears. My heart was shocked and lifeless that day. Her black and blue feet were barefoot, stepping on the cold road, limping. Disappeared in the hazy rain.

The air seemed to solidify, almost clinging to his chest, and then he walked forward step by step, seriously. He saw the trash can, with a look of relief in his eyes, gently and solemnly put it in the trash can, and then dragged his thin body with satisfaction. Gradually, he pulled the can tightly in his hand.

Suddenly, a garment was tattered. Pedestrians in the street all left in a hurry. He 4. Pay attention to detail description, with a narrative of no less than 8 words

A distinctive person with a pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue trousers with flowers, neat yellow overalls on his upper body, a small yellow hat and a simple face under his hat ... Have you ever noticed that, whether it is cold or hot, these aunts who sweep away dust in the street waving brooms? And I saw, saw the most beautiful in the hot sun and rain-they are hardworking, simple and selfless ...-Inscription There are some happy people in the world, who interpret their most selfless side with other people's smiles. They sweat and bury their leisure, turn it into seeds, grow flowers and fragrance, and add a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but they are so noble. They are cleaners. During the summer vacation, the sun gave heat to the earth without reservation. People sweated like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean. I squeezed in like a weak sardine, and finally "grabbed" an ice cream. These days, I carried out holiday team activities, which made me feel a sense of accomplishment. Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex to see the ground littering everywhere. I also casually threw the packing bag. I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out the activity notes and materials. After a while, the talents at the entrance of the cold drink shop were exhausted, leaving behind the plastic packing bag all over the street. At this time, a cleaner aunt who was about forty years old, with a dim face and dry hair, was waving a broom. Sweep people's littered bags into the cleaning car silently. "Yi, Yi, Yi ..." The friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, my heart was touched, my face was on fire, but I didn't know what to do, so I stared at the cleaner in a daze. At this moment, a burst of footsteps sounded, and a pair of people. When I grow up, I can only sweep the street like this cleaner ... "Aunt cleaner seems to have heard something, with her head down and saying nothing, just waving a broom." Pa ",a cigarette butt fell on the ground just swept." Please don't spit everywhere, please respect other people's work. "Aunt cleaner stopped her work and politely reminded the spitter. The man glanced at the cleaner disdainfully." Sweep the floor, please. Don't you just sweep the floor? What's the big deal? Besides, what respect do you want from a sweeper? Joke! " Looking at my aunt's distant back, I feel very bad. Cleaning workers are human beings and have self-esteem. Why should they be humiliated like this? Day after day, year after year, they silently dedicated themselves in that humble post. In summer, when we were still enjoying the coolness at home, they stuck to their posts in the hot summer. They never seemed to be afraid of the warmth of the sun and the pungent smell of garbage. Beads of sweat on their faces were so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, when we were still enjoying the warmth at home, they picked up every piece with frozen hands in the cold. The heart is kind. It doesn't take much to learn to respect them. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort. Every day, sitting in the car and walking by the road, you can see them wearing orange clothes and waving mops and brooms in the street, wiping off the dirt on the street and making Binhai New Area clean, tidy and radiant. The dirt and discarded debris left on the ground by every citizen, They will clean up at the first time, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, it is also the busiest time for them to work. The mud stains, rain and snow water left on the ground are cleaned over and over again. The cleaners we see in our daily life are all grandfathers and grandmothers. They are old, but they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of the city and streets with the spirit of not being old. We need to learn and admire more. They have paid so much, but they have become a role that people often ignore. Here, I want to impress your heart with my words: the city belongs to all of us, and only when we all join hands with the cleaners to safeguard our home, will our home be more beautiful; Our life will be better! They are beauticians in the city, but also beauticians in the mind; It is a laborer who creates a beautiful home, and it is also a living Lei Feng in real life! The sun's rays hung over aunt cleaner's body and made her face red. Ah, I suddenly found that she was so tall and beautiful. 5. articles describing things in detail

family fun When night falls, the place where pedestrians in a hurry want to get back on the road is home.

I have a happy family. In life, we often have some interesting things, and now that I think about it, I can still remember them vividly.

On Sunday afternoon, my father gave me a mysterious smile and said, "Let's hold a family quiz!" "What?" I shouted. "Are we going to hold a quiz?" The mother in the kitchen heard the sound.

"Then let me be your opponent." She said to me.

when I saw that my opponent was not my father, I couldn't help feeling smug and replied with confidence, "Good!" The competition officially started. The host's father cleared his throat and gave us the first question: "Which city is the symbol of Wuyang Group Carving?" "Di-"I jumped up and answered, "Guangzhou!" "Yes, add 1 points!" At this time, I was very happy, and I was a little complacent. Then dad asked the question again: "Is there happiness if you have property?" "Of course, it is!" I said, "Not necessarily!" Mother retorted, "Abundance of wealth is not true happiness, but spiritual satisfaction is happiness!" " "Correct answer, add 1 points."

I had to drum my cheeks and continue listening to the question: "What is the greatest power in the world?" "Hercules!" I blurted it out. I saw my mother smiled and shook her head: "It's knowledge."

"Correct answer, add 1 points!" Then my father asked several more questions, all of which my mother answered. Because of the mistakes one after another, I was already sitting on a needle carpet at this moment, and I was in a daze.

But then I thought: No, I should try to answer the last question. So I listened patiently to "Daqing oil every year.