Write a person with distinctive characteristics in a 500-word composition.

Dad's car is always tied with two short red belts dancing in the wind, which is incompatible with other vehicles flowing in the stream. I always smile when I see such bright red, and I feel like I'm floating all the way.

Grandma's home is in a remote mountain village, where there is a custom to tie two pieces of red cloth on the rearview mirror of the car, so that the drivers will be safe. Such a deep warmth, such a deep concern, is naturally done by grandma, and I have always thought so since I was a child.

As the sun sets, the sky is filled with thick red, and even the snow on the roadside is reflected hazy and beautiful. The red stripes on the rearview mirror are particularly active today, waving their arms and spinning excitedly. I looked at him and smiled happily. It was New Year's Eve, and it was a day of reunion with grandparents. My careful grandmother had to tie up new care for my father.

A hearty New Year's Eve dinner is essential. Under the orange light, the family smiled happily. I walked out of the door alone, ready to enjoy the long-awaited gorgeous fireworks. Occasionally I found a shadow in front of my father's car: gray hair, heavy Chinese tunic suit and some worn cotton shoes, shivering in the snow. Grandpa! He bent down slowly. He remembered that his tall grandfather was so thin, like a withered old tree, as if the wind was about to blow it down. The pain in my heart is more like helping my grandfather in the past. But curiosity made me choose to wait quietly. Grandpa carefully took off the red stripe on the rearview mirror and stuffed it in his pocket like a baby. After a silence, he stroked his father's car and pulled out two new red strips. Is it grandpa who has been silently caring for so many years?

In my impression, grandpa and dad are not like a father and son at all. They never say hello and seldom talk. It's just that every time I send us home, grandpa looks at me affectionately and seems to be full of affection. Grandpa always likes to hold my hand and gently touch my head with his wrinkled hand, muttering, "What a clever boy, just like his father ..."

Grandpa was thinking about how to tie the cloth, tied it carefully, shook his head and untied it. He repeated it several times before he tied two knots tightly and left quietly. Leave the beating flame, it warms this cold winter night ... On New Year's Day, my father has a task at work, and we have to leave there. I watched grandpa's figure fade away and disappear in the rearview mirror. This accidental look back suddenly made me understand the deep love in grandpa's deep eyes. The red stripes dancing in the wind are still red, warming our hearts. Dad reached out and touched the flame gently. I seemed to understand grandpa's same affection from the smile on her mouth.

Unexpected discovery (part two)

My father is the vast sea, and I am a boat on the sea. Although I sailed in the embrace of the sea all day, I couldn't understand the vastness of the sea until that night. ...

That evening, my father took my elderly grandfather from the countryside and discussed how to renovate his house. Grandpa's life is very difficult. He worked as a construction worker, sold coolies, and just sent his father to the threshold of college with a black steamed stuffed bun ... whenever his father mentioned this, his serious face was a little gentle, and his cold eyes were full of tears.

At dinner that day, father Jing, who has always been serious, became particularly easy-going. It not only talks to Grandpa slowly, but also drinks some wine to Grandpa from time to time, picks out the fishbone in Grandpa's bowl and tells his mother to cook more cooked and chewy meals next time ... "Dad, be sure to eat enough!" Father said softly. I can clearly see that grandpa's eyes are red.

After dinner, my father said that grandpa had been here for a long time and asked me to put down my homework to accompany him. I sat next to my grandfather, and my father brought him a cup of hot tea, listening to his grandfather talk about the past in his hometown ... His face was filled with happiness and homesickness. .....

Dad brought a basin of water and a basin of hot water to grandpa after washing his face. He gently took off his grandpa's shoes and slowly put his grandpa's feet in the water to rub. Grandpa feels a little sick. He shook his hand and said, "When I came, your mother said that my son is promising, so don't wash my feet. It's a joke. " Father stayed for a while and said, "Dad, but I'm still your son!" " "When I said this, my father's face was filled with happiness and pride, while my grandfather's eyes were filled with tears of happiness.

After washing his feet, dad helped grandpa into the room and replaced the towel quilt with a blanket. That night, I couldn't sleep anymore. My father's actions and words flashed in my mind from time to time. It was an accidental discovery, and I was surprised to find my father's gentle side. Those things are not accidental, because my father's love for my grandfather will never change.

That accidental discovery will make me understand my father's beginning. That accidental discovery will make me a key to open the door of life, and that accidental discovery will become a valuable asset of my life.

Occasionally I find my father's gentle side, and I may see a silhouette of my father. However, I want to sail my boat. I set sail, learn from my father's interpretation of "love" in his father's sea, and start the road of life!

Serendipity

My father never cared about my feelings, and I always thought so. Until that accidental discovery—

It was the second day. In order to prepare for the Piano Band Five exam, I practice hard every day, carefully record music, and play again and again, striving for perfection. Finally, on the day of the grade examination, I came to the examination room with a nervous mood and imagined the scene when I got the Grade Five certificate. After a while, I heard someone calling my name. I walked into the examination room with confidence and began to play. A beautiful melody flew out from my fingers and echoed in that small room ... Just as I was intoxicated with the wonderful music I played, an unexpected thing happened-the pedal at my foot was empty, and in an instant, my fingers seemed to be out of control. Helpless, in the teacher's sigh, I slowly walked out of the piano room. No sooner had I left the piano door than my tears welled up. It's really hard. I practiced so hard, but there was no result. I naturally don't know where my confidence went.

When I got home, I threw away the practice music, tore up the plan of practicing the piano, and sat alone in the room in a daze. At this time, a pair of powerful big hands rested on my shoulders. I turned my head and saw my father standing beside me, smiling at me. "Dad, am I useless?" I whispered. "Son, this is just an accidental mistake. Give up after an accident, you are wrong. " My father called me to the piano and said, "Come, let me enjoy my daughter's music, too." I opened the piano cover and began to play. Somehow, the performance at the moment is so relaxed and smooth. After a song was played, there was applause from behind-father's applause. I smiled and tears came down again.

I never thought that my father would encourage me when I was most sad and tell me how to face setbacks. As far as I can remember, my father usually goes out early and comes back late, and he has never seen me once. I used to think that my father never cared about me or loved me, but I really didn't expect my father to be so good. Some people say that my father's love is very deep, and that time I realized it.

In the days to come, no matter what difficulties and setbacks I encounter, I will summon up courage and start again. Because my father's applause contains encouragement and hope for me, because it tells me that the catalyst for success is not discouragement after failure, but courage to start again.

Serendipity

A toddler can't live without the help of his parents, which is a responsibility to his calf. A couple with gray temples walking hand in hand in the sunset is the happiness of caring for each other; A pair of helping hands stretched out in the vast sea of people, which was the fate of meeting by chance. Between friends, help is not necessarily just help, sometimes it is competition.

She, my good friend, has a chubby face, but she is cute. Her nose is a little small, and bright eyes are icing on the cake. She is all right except one thing: she always shouts in front of me, "I am taller than you!" " I am taller than you! "It's annoying.

She paints very well. The scenes of fighting in the sky, shallow fish, plum blossoms and tigers running in the forest are simply lifelike in her works. But the important thing is that we all have the same hobby: writing. So he and I signed up for the composition contest at the same time. In the next few days, we spent almost all our spare time in the same place. Holding the topic of composition, we talk about it, associate it, talk about it, and the spirit of fantasy is always unwilling to hang down its wings. ...

On the day when the results of the competition were announced, I felt like a rabbit in my heart. I was both happy and nervous when I heard that she won the prize. Can she win the prize? As the winners read on one by one, my heart strings became tighter and tighter. Without a name, I am completely desperate. My heart seems to have fallen into a bottomless pit, and every nerve of mine is aching. I heard her-Li Zhihan's condolence voice: "Jun, it's okay, there will be a chance next time!" This sentence makes me feel like making fun of me. ...

In the afternoon, she waited for me in the playground, but I left alone. I don't want to and I don't know how to face her.

In the evening, she came to my house to find me. She happily took out a composition she had just written and said, "Jun, help me draw up a topic!" " "I didn't answer. When I saw her bright and reflective eyes looking at me deeply, I couldn't help leaving a sentence: "Your composition is better than mine. Do you still need my help?" She was speechless and left with discretion.

The next day I went to participate in the composition contest, and she also knew. I once told her that the prize of this competition is a good book that I have always dreamed of. At the moment, I wish she could come and accompany me into the examination room, although I didn't forgive her. When I came home from the exam, I saw her leave my house in a hurry. I went back to my room and found a beautifully wrapped gift on the table. When I opened it, my heart was shaking. Isn't this the very book I want? I opened the first page and found a small card: "Jun, I'm sorry." My eyes are wet, but it's not her fault. It was my composition that was flawed and she apologized to me. Bao Yan Jun, you are so hateful! Sister Han Han, I'm sorry, please forgive me! I remembered the days when I was with her. ...

We have been together for six years, and I refused our mutual affection for that little thing. Now I am separated from Han Jie, but sometimes I can see her several times, but even if she stands in front of me, I feel that she is far away from me. ...

Until then, I unexpectedly felt that Sister Han Han was an indelible injury in my heart. Friends, should not be a sincere heart to light up each other's sky, should not become a shining pearl flashing in each other's hearts? I didn't do that.

Serendipity

Occasionally, I found that the grass in the gap in front of the door had grown new leaves. It turns out that it also wants to repay the love of spring. Occasionally, the first "mom" from a babbling child turned out to be the most beautiful voice in the world. Occasionally find love everywhere!

"Mom, I'm here!" I stood under the eaves at the school gate, and my anxious eyes finally shone. I ignored the cold rain and ran to my mother's "warm" umbrella. "Did you forget your umbrella again?" Blaming but loving words rang in my ears again. I smiled "hmm" and got into my mother's umbrella. In the rain, the back of a mother and daughter faded away.

I like rain, and I prefer to be under the same umbrella with my mother. I feel very warm. Rain seems to wash everything, and mother seems to warm everything. An umbrella, let me and my mother next to each other, there is a feeling of reliving lying in my mother's arms when I was a child. But at that moment, I was surprised to find that my mother's left shoulder was wet Suddenly, I felt a sour feeling in my heart. Think about the past, in fact, every time it rained to send me home, one side of her shoulder was always wet, but I didn't notice it, even if it did, I didn't think much. Today, I saw a scene that I was unfamiliar with, and I couldn't be calm anymore. Maybe it's because I grew up. My mother propped up a blue sky for me and sheltered me from the wind and rain, but my shoulders were hit by raindrops. Mom, that umbrella is not only warm, but also full of love in my eyes.

Another rainy day, I asked me to take an umbrella, and you promised, but your hand involuntarily came up and took my hand. When I got home, I saw that your shoulders were still wet.

Sitting on the dissatisfied sofa

There is a sofa at home, which can be said to be the "throne" of our family, because it has the best geographical location and is not far from watching TV, right in the middle of the dining table. When I was a child, I often squeezed on that sofa with my father. The sofa was not big, and my father and I barely squeezed together. There is no room for activity, but I still like to sit there, especially when I am crowded with my father. My father is on the right and I am on the left.

As time goes by, I'm getting taller every year, and I'm about to catch up with my father. That "throne" is no longer near me, and I can't sit down. This seat has begun to belong to my father. But that day, I happened to find that my father's left side was always empty, and every time I sat on it, I always habitually moved to the right. At present, it seems that the childhood scene has reappeared, and I want to fill that space again. But not now. Because I know that this place has always been filled with the air of love, forever, forever.

By chance, I found my mother's wet shoulders, my father's dissatisfied sofa, and the love around me. Occasionally, let me discover the eternity of love. It is really "a sea of people looking for love, suddenly looking back, love is in every detail!" "

Discovered by accident

When I am bored in all aspects, I just stand there and look at this mysterious world. It's actually wonderful to find you occasionally!

"The sea!" I seem to be in midair, looking down at the world. Is that Xisha Islands? Under the impact of wind and waves, drifting on the sea step by step. Feel this spectacular ocean for the first time.

Reflection, that's a beautiful picture! Maybe no painter can describe it! The green figure of the tree moves in an instant, shattered by the wind again and again, and clearly printed into the embedded shadow of life. ...

Halos collide, cross and disperse in water. ...

It's hard to imagine what the world would be like without wind.

Everything can only be static.

Maybe without the wind, I wouldn't find the stagnant water so beautiful!

Who will appreciate such stagnant water?

Suddenly I found the Xisha Islands floating on the water. The ocean was just a sewage ditch, the reflection was just a broken tree on the roadside, and the halo was just an invisible fish breathing in the water ... Standing there, there was a strange smell from time to time.

But at that moment, you were really beautiful! This is a kind of natural beauty, without any modification or disguise. ...

Serendipity

I walked into the dormitory that day and accidentally found a bird in the dormitory. I cried in surprise.

It obviously flew in by accident. It flies around this strange place, sometimes going to the toilet and sometimes going to bed. You must want to get out! However, it can't fly. Hit the wall or the toilet door. Soon, it was dizzy and at a loss.

I opened the door as wide as I could and went straight to the bird to help it. But the bird felt very dangerous and immediately flew and circled in the same place. It kept flapping its wings, looking around and chirping. "The exit is over there!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and pointed, but the bird ignored me and flew around. This is itself, I sighed. The bird was anxious, kept barking and ran like lightning in the dormitory. Unfortunately, its delicate body can't stand the impact and its wings can't move. Its body landed heavily on the empty bed, just like the remnant shell of a derailed rocket.

Already very weak, it is dying at this time, groaning in a trembling voice, unable to flap its wings and drooping its eyelids. I looked at it sympathetically and felt deeply sorry for it. Suddenly, the bird miraculously stood up! Flapped his wings with all his strength and flew. Failed again and again, looking for an exit again and again, the bird didn't give up. It must be supported by the firm belief of "flying out", and it is struggling in difficulties. Its eyes reveal the determination and courage to win, its wings flap so forcefully, and its songs are sonorous!

Finally, the bird's strength and perseverance brought success. It found the exit and flew out like lightning. I felt an unruly soul pass over my head. I hurried outside and looked up at the sky, only to see the bird flying very high. I was moved by the persistence of the bird and bowed deeply to this little life. Good luck to the powerful you!

Thanks to this accidental discovery, I witnessed an unyielding and strong life and listened to a powerful song!