A composition about commitment. Please describe! !

The sea breeze blew, and a string of shell necklaces in my hand whined in the sea breeze, playing music that I was familiar with.

When I was a child, I grew up in my grandfather's arms. My grandfather likes the sea, and so do I. Grandpa said, "The sea can tell you how to be a man." I couldn't seem to understand this abstruse language at that time.

Adults always like to coax children with many harmless lies, but grandpa doesn't like it. I remember one Spring Festival, I wanted to buy a big doll, and the adults said, "Good! All right! I will buy it for you tomorrow! " The next day, the fireworks of the Spring Festival had flown away with the doll last night, but grandpa went to the toy store early in the morning and bought me a big doll. My mother said to my grandfather, "Dad, you are really serious. You actually take a joke seriously, you are tired! " "Grandpa solemnly said to his mother," No, that's not a joke. You must make a commitment to your children! " "I don't know what a promise is, but I know that what Grandpa promised me will be done.

The sea is still Na Pianhai, just two grandparents standing by the sea, one is old and the other is grown up. Grandpa took my hand and told me the story of shell necklace. In order to fulfill her promise to the sea, the fairy in the story turned into a shell necklace. What a beautiful shell necklace! With it, you can still hear its music in the sea breeze! I want one, too! Grandpa promised to make me one in the future!

Shortly after Shell made a promise, my grandfather went to a place I couldn't name because I worked in a different place, far away. I heard that there is no sea in that place, and naturally there are no shells. So I look forward to it every day and every night, in the whine of the sea breeze and in the chanting of my grandmother. I know from my grandmother that my grandfather is very busy at work and his health is beginning to deteriorate. Therefore, I have to keep the promise of the shell deep in my heart. I think this may be the only promise grandpa can't keep.

Later, our family left the sea, but grandpa was seriously ill and returned to the sea. He is blind and there is only darkness around him. Grandpa really can't keep his promise to his little granddaughter! Forget it, forget it! I just want grandpa to live.

An urgent phone call called me back to my grandfather. When I rushed into the ward, he couldn't tell the whole story, but handed me a small white box with trembling hands. The hand desperately trying to catch the box fell heavily before it could reach me, and the box slipped off. In the cries of the crowd, the contents of the box spilled on a bed. At that time, more than 20 chiseled shells could be strung into necklaces.

White shells, white bed, white face with a relieved smile, I didn't cry, just silently picked up these shells, walked to the seaside, put them on one by one with red silk thread, and dressed them into a beautiful shell necklace, a necklace representing a promise, a promise my grandfather finally gave me. Take it with you, let the sea breeze blow and the shells play ancient tunes. In this ancient music, I may make a promise that I will come to this beach to see my grandfather every year.

Keeping this promise and looking at this sea, I gradually understood something I didn't understand when I was a child.

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My hometown has a unique flavor, but I don't know what kind of flavor makes me yearn for it. Is that mud? Is it Daoxiang? Or those flowers?

"Great Lakes Anti-Japanese Heroes Monument" Seeing this monument, I seem to see the scene of the original war, which is a mess, and everything is solidified with the breath of death. When it won, people in my hometown cheered, but this land was filled with a breath-as real as a newborn baby and as dignified as death. Who can't afford to be patriotic after years of hard work?

Every time I go to the top of the tower, I always stand there, thinking about my hometown all the time. When I read the words carved on the wall, I felt pity again It describes the soldier's past. Looking at the murals, the soldiers still seem to have a belief in their eyes-if you want to occupy my country, please step on me!

As a new generation of Chinese sons and daughters, the war has quietly passed away, and the arrival is the happiness created by hands. At the beginning of blood, war, gunfire and death have gone away, but peace has come!

Hometown's hometown is no longer a muddy path, and the road leads to my hometown and my heart; At the beginning, the first floor of the house was also a tall building. Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass, and everything will start again. The past will be a beautiful memory, and the future will be created by ourselves. Without war, my hometown always smells. I don't know what that smell is, but I know that my hometown has completely changed, and there is no past scene. No one will know my attachment, reluctance and yearning for my hometown. ...

When I walk on the path in my hometown again, the rustling sound under my feet is also telling the past. When listening to birds singing, I have a different feeling-they used to cry, but now they are singing happily. Smelling these flowers has a different taste-once they were full of blood, but now they smell delicious ... look! Butterflies in my hometown are flying. They once fled, but now they are enjoying the beautiful scenery of my hometown. ...

Sitting on the grass, looking up at the sky, pigeons fly by, and peace lasts forever. Lying in the arms of Mother Earth, I smiled. Looking at the blue sky, the clouds are so pure, the sun is so warm and smells the earth. I know this is the breath of happiness, and the earth is bathing. ...

I ran around the rice, forming an unparalleled breath, which is the breath of nature, and the rice was clapping its hands. ...

I stood on the top of the mountain and watched the river running. It has neither the momentum of the Yellow River nor the grandeur of the Yangtze River, but it makes me yearn for it, because it has a kind of breath, which is pure breath, and it is singing; And the land under my feet also has a smell, which is green and the mountains are growing. ...

The beauty of hometown, pure water, green hills, golden rice and yellow land all have different tastes, but they are all the same. That's the smell of hometown, the smell of happiness. I made a promise: "I want to contribute to my hometown when I grow up."