A composition about love

Affection is a wonderful force; Affection is a topic that will never fade; Affection is old wine, sweet and mellow; It is a famous painting handed down from ancient times, exquisite and meaningful, classic and old songs, gentle and sincere; This is a precious silk, delicate and smooth. ...

Affection is the affection between relatives, love, maternal love, fatherly love, brotherly love, affection, and the love of the elders for the younger generation. ...

Please write an article of no less than 600 words on the topic of "family".

Reflections on the examination of questions;

After reading such a passage, my heart was firmly grasped. When describing feelings, people can find many beautiful and meaningful words. Although the power of words is infinite, in this case, I thought of a story: during the Tangshan earthquake, a family of three was buried in a collapsed house, and the mother was killed on the spot, while the father and nine-year-old son were trapped a few meters away, surrounded by darkness. Dad chatted with his son, told him jokes, encouraged him and told him that someone would come to save them soon, so his son gradually calmed down and the noise outside fell into silence, but his voice never stopped. After 37 hours, the two were rescued, and the rescue team rescued his son first. However, when the father who was 5 meters away from his son was rescued, everyone was shocked: the father who had been encouraging and comforting his son with words was pressed from his right shoulder to his right leg by a heavy cement column. He's bloody and unrecognizable. After digging it out, he said nothing but watched his son die.

This is a story I heard. Although I don't know if this miracle has ever happened before, this kind of affection that lasted for 37 hours to protect my son really overcame my feelings.

We are too ordinary and insignificant in life. Perhaps it is this quiet life that makes us ignore the feeling that haunts us all the time and penetrates into our bones and bodies! Accustomed to the careful care of parents, accustomed to the selfless comity of my brother, accustomed to the loving eyes of my grandfather. ...

How do unmoved people feel about life? How can people who are unmoved ponder life? How can unmoved people create a better life? Perhaps the family story around you and me is not vigorous, but it must have touched the most emotional chord in my heart at a certain moment, write it down and let it touch more people. This is the purpose of writing.

Writing instruction:

Do you find writing not difficult? Do you have the desire to start writing at once? Don't worry, it's natural to write your true feelings, but don't digress. Read a few articles first and see what's wrong.

Example 1

The same river twice

Her name is Lan, and she is the eldest in the family. Because her family is in the countryside, her parents attach great importance to her, just because she is a girl.

Because her family was poor, she dropped out of school in the third grade and helped her parents do heavy work every day. But she didn't give up her studies and kept secretly borrowing books from her brother. She feels that only in the ocean of knowledge can she really relax.

Mei is a teacher who has just been assigned to this small ravine from the city. She is the head teacher of Lan's younger brother. That day, when she visited her home, she saw Bian Lan reciting poems while doing farm work, and her heart couldn't help pulling up. She decided to let the clever girl go to school, no matter what the cost.

Lan really went back to school, in the same class as her brother. Because she has been out of school for two years, it is inevitable that there will be some difficulties at first, but she feels that she is older than her younger brother and studied better than her younger brother. Now she is nothing like her younger brother, and it is inevitable that she feels inferior. Careful may found all this. So I talked to Lan when I had nothing to do.

It is another early autumn night. Lan and Mei met while walking. Suddenly, Mei danced like a child and said to Lan, "Meteor, come and see." Say that finish, hands fuels, low head, mouth still mumbling something. Lan asked curiously, "Teacher, what are you doing?" Mei said: "Before, my teacher told me that if I saw a meteor, I would make a wish immediately and tell the price I was willing to pay, and her wish would definitely come true. I just made a wish:' I hope Lan can stand up again and get out of the shadow of failure and inferiority, at the cost of my life. "That night, they talked for a long time. Lan is always touched. She began to feel that nothing was an obstacle. Only studying hard is the most important thing to repay the teacher's kindness to himself.

Lan gradually opened her heart to the big sister who took care of her sister. She feels that Mei brings not only sisterhood, but also an unspeakable feeling, such as maternal love, which seems to be missing for more than ten years.

Finally, Lan was admitted to a key middle school in the county with excellent results. That summer vacation, Mei also went home to visit her parents. She left and never came back-because the train derailed.

Lan hesitated for a long time when she heard the news. She doesn't believe it. She doesn't believe it. She is as gentle as her sister and as kind as her mother, and the person who has always cared about her has left.

It was a long time before she said, "This is her promise to the meteor." For an instant, Lan finally understood. On this day, she came to Mei's grave: "For a long time, you gave me the strength like a family and the courage like a mother's love, which made me from a somewhat autistic child to such a well-read person. Although you are only sixteen years older than me, you have given my mother love and strength. It was you who gave me a second life and lit my fire of hope. Mom, if you hadn't found me and cultivated me, I might never have walked out of the mountain. Thank you. " This may be the most beautiful emotion in the world. It transcends blood relationship and changes people's lives. It's family. It is buried in everyone's heart and sublimated in everyone's actions.

Comments:

This is a very touching article, which contains a tribute to the sincere feelings of the world, but is that kind of "emotion" a "family relationship"? Here, the author plays an edge ball and describes it with feelings that are not related by blood but better than "family". Staying here is the real family.

Is it okay? We just need to read the instructions in the title again and we will have the answer. Although the questioner didn't clearly point out that it should be "blood relationship", his tendency is invisible, so I don't advocate you to write this seemingly topic-based article, but it gives people a sense of detachment. This innovation in material selection is risky.

Fortunately, the author of this article has a certain advantage in language, so the score will not be too low, but students should also avoid writing like this when writing.

Example 2

Someone's back

I saw Zhu Ziqing's back when I was very young, perhaps because I was still young, and I couldn't really understand what my father's back left for Zhu Ziqing. I just feel a little sour and astringent. When I grew up, one thing made me understand Zhu Ziqing's endless and inexplicable feelings, and that was his mother's back. ...

The window of the classroom has been covered with a layer of "white snow", and several boring boys draw pictures on it with their hands. Based on this, I can already guess the temperature outside the house. I shook my head, suddenly put some homework into my bag and trotted out. ...

Riding a bike, I can't help but shrink my neck again. "It's really evil in the cold." I beeped while riding my bike. I have been in a bad mood since I handed out the test paper in the morning. There is a great contrast between my usual good grades and this time, and the teacher has talked about it over and over again. It was really … this morning, but fortunately, when I went home for dinner at noon, I could still eat my mother's cooking and tell my mother that I was angry with her. This is the most important thing for me.

Lock the car, always want to smell what my mother cooked today, but strangely, there is no smell of food in the building today, but I am in no hurry, my mother must wait for me at home! Accompanied by my mother, the door was opened. Strangely, the smell of food at home always wafts over, but not today. I called "Mom, Mom" several times. To my surprise, my mother is not at home! I suddenly sat on the sofa, in a bad mood. Originally, I was only looking forward to telling my mother and complaining, but … tears could not help falling, as if I could not control myself. As time goes by, I should have come long ago, but until now, I am completely disappointed. I dried my tears and went out. The door was opened. I saw her unhurriedly brushing her hair, looked up and saw me. She quickly said, "Qian Qian, mom came back late, and there was a traffic jam on the road. Listen, I'm cooking for you now. Wait ... "I looked up. I didn't know what a terrible expression I was staring at my mother. There seems to be only anger in my heart. I didn't wait for my mother.

The first class in the afternoon, it seems colder outside. I didn't eat at noon, and my stomach began to growl. Really cold and hungry. I began to feel a little too much at noon. It's not really my mother's fault. I was thinking, "Hey, your mother is waiting for you downstairs! Go quickly! " A classmate shouted at me. Is it true?/You don't say. God, it's so cold outside. I rushed out. Sure enough, it's still the familiar figure. I went over to say "I'm sorry" to my mother. Before I could say anything, she took out a box from her bag and said, "Qian Qian, it's my mother's fault that you didn't come back in time at noon and made you hungry, so I did it quickly." Let's go "In an instant, my heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle, which smells everything, but it is more self-reproach and self-reproach. Looking up, I noticed that my mother's hands were red and purple with cold, and she didn't even wear gloves, and her face was flushed by the wind. The traces of years climbed on her forehead, and my tears flowed down again. I didn't let my mother see it, trying to cover it up. My mother smiled and said, "Go! The food doesn't taste good when it is cold! I'm leaving! " I didn't look up, just said "hmm". When I looked up again, my mother had already gone away, leaving only my back. The back seems to have many meanings, but more is my mother's love for me. I stood in the wind for a long time with tears in my eyes and thought a lot. ...

Comments:

This article is more accurate than the last one. It is right to write about maternal love after all, but the score is still not very high. We can sum up the story written by the author first: It's cold, I hope to go home to eat my mother's cooking and get my mother's comfort → My mother is not at home, "I" is angry, blaming my mother → My mother delivered the meal → "I" was moved.

The intention of such an article seems too low. I seem to be a spoiled child, and my mother's love is also spoiled-dragging and enduring blindly. Therefore, when writing, we should try our best to deepen our intentions. This kind of effort should start from strengthening personal outlook on life and values in peacetime.

Please adopt it.