Full marks in senior high school entrance examination composition 123

I want to rely on you most.

In my sleepy eyes, I saw your figure, your thin but vague figure. For two years, I have been thinking about you so much; Wake up in the middle of the night and cry for you; I want to rely on you most. ...

Do you remember? In the past, at school, there was not much trouble. As long as I stop at home and smell mouthwatering food, I forget everything. I always rush into the house, throw down my schoolbag and shout at you, "Grandma, I'm home!" " "I clearly remember that in the kitchen, under the" boom "range hood, you came back and saw me, walked over and pushed me out of the kitchen. The greasy touch still remains on my skin.

When I am in trouble, I want to rely on you most.

Soft dust flies in the dim light and falls on your silvery hair. You lean back on the old mahogany couch, and your favorite tin opera is on the radio on the Eight Immortals table. You hum along, turn over a yellow cookbook at hand, and mutter a few words from time to time: "My little daughter has grown up, I have to make it up for her." Inadvertently make a little noise and disturb you. You looked at me standing at the door and said, "Girl, how about having a virgin chicken today?"

When I grow up, I want to rely on you most.

Open your eyes, they are white, and your eyes are full of weakness. When you watch it, you will see that you rushed into the door in a hurry. As soon as you enter the door, you will shout to the parents sitting opposite you: "You can't even manage a child. How many times have you been hospitalized this month? " Turn around and look sick.

Dear me, I said affectionately, "What's up? Is it better? Grandma brought your favorite bone soup, have some! " You gently lift my back, gently pick me up, sit up, look at my left hand full of pinholes and say with distress, "I'm holding it, you eat!" " "Looking at your gentle eyes, I see your tenderness and sadness.

When I am weak, I want to rely on you most.

"I ask you to be careful every time. Why do you only take this exam!" Whenever my mother's reproach sounds, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, I am no longer afraid. Pushing open the door, you raise your eyebrows and urge your mother: "The children say she tried her best. What's more, she is so excellent and there is little room for improvement! " Grandma, you know, if I had an iron at this time, I really want to iron your wrinkled eyebrows!

When I am wronged, I want to rely on you most.

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Wake up suddenly from a dream. It turned out to be just a dream. It's been two years since you left me. Your face has changed from familiar to fuzzy in my heart, but what I want to rely on most is you. In the kitchen, the food is not so fragrant; Under the light, there is no tin drama, no menu; When you are sick, you lack bone soup; When I am blamed, I lack your help, but what I want to rely on most is you.

Model essay (2)

Father's love in the rain

The last class, accompanied by the teacher's voice and thunder in the air, went on in a depressed way. Looking out the window, the heavy rain is ruthlessly destroying the earth, and the students are whispering in their ears-they are afraid of heavy rain!

As time goes by, I am on pins and needles. Looking at the rows of black cars at the school gate, I am very anxious. How I wish he wouldn't come!

I can't remember clearly what the teacher said on the platform. In fact, I don't listen at all. I looked out of the window again. Fortunately, he didn't come. I breathed a long sigh of relief. ...

When the fatal bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom with my schoolbag on my back and plunged into the endless rain curtain. Rain poured on me quickly from overhead, but I'm glad he didn't come. Looking back at the school gate, the students got into the warm and spacious car one by one, and the sound of motor gradually drowned my thoughts ... "Son!" A thunder woke me up from my dream. This familiar voice ... no! Look inside, here he comes! He has an old umbrella in his hand, an old man's bike. The rust on the bike is as irregular as the wrinkles on his face. He has a smile on his face. Although he is very kind, I feel uncomfortable all over. "Dad is late, sorry, take an umbrella quickly, and Dad will take you home." He said slowly. Car after car passed by me, and I felt that my classmates in the car must be staring at him and his worn-out bike with disdain. My face felt burning pain ... he seemed to know something, took out a worn-out five-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to me carefully. "I have to leave early. Go home by car. " Say that finish, get on the bus and disappear into the rain with the sound of "creaking, creaking". Where he stood, there were only many raindrops and two cigarette butts still smoking. I know he never smokes. ...

A stream of heat rushed to my heart. Some people say that handstand can prevent tears from flowing out, but my tears are out of control and I am very confused. He is my father! Poverty cannot change the affection between father and son! I flew forward to catch up with my father and hugged him tightly. Two fiery hearts melted everything. ...