Looking at her leaving back, I cried and wrote a composition

1. Ending with looking at her retreating figure, I shed tears with shame

I couldn’t help but shed tears with shame

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset dyed the The white clouds wandering in the blue sky turned red, and they were decorated with shiny lace. These white clouds suddenly turned into a rosy sunset. Whenever I see this scene, I think of a grandpa with a bronze face.

It was when I was in kindergarten. One day my neighbor’s Maomao showed off to me a bunch of candied haws. I asked her to give me one, but she refused, which made me almost cry.

When I got home, I saw the necklace my mother put on the table. I had an idea, took the necklace and ran to the village. There was an old man selling candied haws on a stick. I held the necklace in front of him: "Grandpa, can I exchange this for a gourd?" The old man's white beard moved. My brows were knotted, and it took me a while to change to a bunch of candied haws. When I gave it, he sighed.

Taking the candied haws, I didn’t go home directly. I went to let Maomao take a good look. It took a long time before I stepped into the house. When my mother heard that I said that the candied haws were exchanged for necklaces, she got very angry. , knocked off the candied haws, cried and kept asking who I had exchanged it for. I was shocked. At this moment, there was a knock on our door. My mother wiped away her tears and opened the door. Standing at the door was the old man selling gourds. He smiled and took out the necklace from his pocket and handed it to his mother and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it!" His mother just woke up from a dream and thanked him repeatedly. The old man waved his hand and turned around and left

Looking at his no longer young back, gradually blurred in the afterglow of the setting sun, he couldn't help but shed tears in shame. 2. "Looking at his (her) thin back disappearing into the vast rain curtain, tears burst out of my eyes again

It was a rainy day when a typhoon came, and the water almost submerged people's knees. I I was walking in a hurry when I went to school, and I only wore a pair of mesh shoes. When I rushed to the classroom in the heavy rain, my shoes and socks were all wet.

I was shivering and complaining. Despite the bad weather, I took off my wet socks.

Class started, but there were still many parents giving shoes and socks to their children. I never cared about the situation outside the window - Dad and Mom were at work. My aunt still has to take care of her little sister at home, who will come to give me things?

"Whose parent is there? "I glanced out the window - Oh my God, isn't it my aunt! I forgot to tell the teacher and rushed out directly. I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. Was it excitement or moved? I had mixed feelings and couldn't help but squint. With tears in his eyes, he just asked: "Why are you here? Is Xiaoxiao at home alone? "My aunt took out the clothes and told me: "I guessed that you were soaked, so I left Xiaoxiao at my aunt's house and gave you something. "After that, he wiped the rain off my hair, took off my shoes, dried my feet with a dry towel, and put on warm thick sneakers and dry socks for me. Everything was so natural, I I sit on the ground like I did when I was a child, but my aunt's movements are not as quick as when I was a child. At home, I always feel that my aunt is very annoying. I couldn't control my emotions, I was so impatient with her, and sometimes I even got angry with her...

Thinking, thinking, tears blurred my vision. In order not to let my aunt find out, I hurriedly Wiping away tears, "Get dressed, stand up. "I suddenly came to my senses and stood up. Only then did I feel how much warmth the shoes gave my feet, and my whole body warmed up. My aunt touched my head and said, "I'm going back, and I have to study hard. ah! "I nodded, and my aunt turned and left.

I rushed to the window and saw that the rain outside was getting heavier. Looking at her thin back disappearing into the vast rain curtain, tears burst out of my eyes again... 3. Write an article that ends with: looking at him ( Her) no longer young back gradually blurred in the afterglow of the setting sun

Her father was hunched over the hillside, working hard. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his figure very long, and suddenly his father straightened up to support himself. Holding the hoe that has been polished by both hands, looking into the distance, my father looks so old. His face that has been exposed to the sun and rain is wrinkled like the bark of an old tree that has been dry for a long time, without any luster or vitality. The sky is vast and the earth is vast. I can't forget the kindness of my parents. The years are passing by ruthlessly without any intention of stopping, and the memories are aroused layer by layer like a tide.

Living in the mountains, I am fascinated by the temptation of the world outside. I seem to have forgotten the unchanging feelings in the mountains, as well as my father’s elongated figure and his bowing like a camel. my back, but today I face this unchanging love! I secretly shed tears.

Sunday, we have Sunday but my father does not. On that Sunday, that Sunday that was flooded with tears, my father was on the hillside, raising the hoe and digging it deeply into the loess. I stood far away He looked at him everywhere, looking at this great father. The bowed father stood up with difficulty, almost raising the ceiling several feet. The father looked into the distance, looked at the square field where he worked hard, and put his hand into his mouth. After groping for a while, I took out a bag of cigarettes. Slowly, slowly, I didn't understand how fast my father used to roll cigarettes. Alas, time is not forgiving, and my father is getting old. My eyes were blurred with tears and I stood there quietly. I didn't dare and couldn't move because the love my father gave me was too heavy and I couldn't bear it.

I asked myself why, why, why my kind father was not rewarded, why I was so stupid, and who was my father doing this for! He wants nothing in return.

Alas, I understand, my father is the mountain and I am the tree. The mountain always gives blessings to the tree, and the tree continues to absorb the essence of the mountain. Can the mountain not grow old? My father is a mountain. Can I step on his back without bending him and crushing him? . .

As I watched, tears flowed freely. My father has never shed tears in most of his life, but I know that my father feels wronged in his heart, but if he doesn’t show it, then the endless tears of grievance will make me cry. Flow for your father, flow to your heart’s content!

I looked at my father on the hill. He still didn't stop. Sometimes he straightened up and looked into the distance. The overlapping mountains blocked my father's sight with a livid face. The years passed by on the yellow land, leaving behind a tired song, sung to the father who worked hard in the long years, for no other reason than to repay the father's deep love for his children, and just to soothe the father with a song. The wrinkles are as deep as ditches and gorges, but how can they be smoothed out?

The father on the hillside is a bow and arrow pointing toward the sky. Looking at his no longer young back gradually blurred in the afterglow of the setting sun, I couldn't help but shed tears of shame.

4. Your back makes me cry composition

Do you still remember the days when we were together? There is no cover-up, no hypocrisy, but a kind of innocence. Your back reminds me of your composition. Do you still remember that we were on the way to school? Do you remember that we once walked side by side in the dusk at sunset? It has been almost two years since you left, and I never imagined that our separation would pass by so quickly. At that time, we were just children in the fifth grade of elementary school, ignorant teenagers. Every morning, we met at the bus stop and walked to school together. , stepping into the wooden door of the school together. The days in school always pass so fast, full of joy. How beautiful. The sun sets in the evening. We always fight non-stop until we separate at that crossroads, and you turn left , I turned to the right, maybe you don’t know it until now. Every time you turn around, I will always look back at your retreating figure. Dressed in elegant clothes and a lavender backpack. The setting sun lengthens your shadow. The back view is always very simple, simplicity is a kind of scenery. Do you remember, we made up lessons together, it was the weekend, and we looked particularly happy. When I was young, I thought weekends were a carnival day, so you and I were very happy. After finishing the lessons Summer is always so beautiful. It is the moment when the sun shines for the first time. The breeze passes by without any coolness. It is the same crossroads again, and it is the same as in the past. I look at your leaving figure, with your refreshing short hair, At that time, you were alive and kicking. You were the only one walking on that path, but you walked so happily. Your back was always very young, and you had a kind of clarity when you were young. Do you remember that you were bullied, like a young child? You came to me crying all the same, which made me at a loss. I saw your pitiful look and went to find her desperately. Unexpectedly, she cried too, so I went back to comfort you in despair. Composition for the third grade of junior high school " Your back made me remember you. "After school that day, we walked as usual, but you didn't speak. It was me who kept comforting you. It was this intersection again. I looked at you and you lowered your head. Your steps are small, your hair is hanging down, the breeze blows your skirt, and your back is always subtle. Subtlety is a kind of charm. 5. As I watched my grandfather go away, I lowered my head in shame. Write a 600-word essay for the ending.

In the early morning, I held a garbage bag in my hand and prepared to take out the garbage. Not long after I left, , saw a trash can in the distance.

There was a very eye-catching sign on the trash can: "Be hygienic and love cleanliness." I picked up a bag of garbage, aimed at the mouth of the trash can from a distance, and threw the garbage over with a "bah" sound. However, the garbage bags were hanging on the trash cans and the garbage was scattered all over the floor. I was about to turn around and walk back when I saw a little girl in a white dress walking from a distance, followed by a gray-haired old man with a sword in his hand. The little girl was holding a bag of garbage. . It seemed that the grandfather and grandson had just finished their morning exercise and stopped by to take out the trash. Due to the rain two days ago, there was a large amount of mud in front of the trash can. The little girl accidentally soiled her skirt when she walked over. I thought to myself: She must be crying.

Something unexpected happened. The little girl looked at her dirty dress. Looking at the garbage on the ground next to the trash can, she squatted down and picked up the trash one by one into the trash can. Her little hands were busy up and down. Finally she stood up and saw a satisfied smile on the clean ground she had cleaned. Only then did she throw the garbage in her hands into the trash can. Grandpa asked her: "Xiaomei, do you feel bad if your skirt is dirty?" "No, you can wash the skirt if it is dirty. This is just my business, and there is a mess next to the trash can, which concerns many people. Do you think I think this will prevent people from seeing it, and they won’t throw garbage here,” the little girl said in her sweet voice. I watched every move of the little girl and listened to her words and deeds. I felt so ashamed that my face felt hot and I lowered my head. When I looked at them again, the grandfather and grandson were already walking away talking and laughing. I looked at their backs and felt that they were so tall and I was so small.

Let us start from the small things around us, be an environmental ambassador, and truly "pay attention to hygiene and love cleanliness" like the sign written in front of the garbage. Protect the environment together and create a green home.

6. Write a 600-word essay on "Facing my father's back, I shed tears"

Please choose your own title

There are always many things in our lives. Stories that move us. And touching stories are indispensable for love. And I, today, will tell you a story about father's love -

When I mention the touching story, I think of my father's shoulders. Those shoulders are so strong, so warm, and so comfortable. And, I will never forget that day...

One winter morning, I was delayed for a long time due to work, so when I looked at the clock, I realized that I was going to be late for school. So, my father would take me to school by bicycle. . When we were halfway there, I realized that neither my father nor I had any gloves or cotton hats, and it was extremely cold (the winter wind was very biting). So my father had to slow down his riding speed, and while riding, he asked me: "Is it cold? You, you, you'll be fine if you freeze it. If it's not frozen, you won't be able to remember it - it's so cold that you can't even wear a hat." You can forget it too." I said nothing. Dad understood what I was thinking when I didn't speak. He added: "If it's cold, you can lie on my shoulders so that I can ride faster. It's already very late now, and it won't be good if you're late."

I lay down obediently On my father's broad shoulders, I realized that those shoulders were so warm and so strong. Suddenly, childhood memories came to my mind...

When I was young, I always talked with my father. Play, and I especially like to do mischief. Dad is not angry, because as long as I am happy, he is happy. When I play games, he is my battlefield; when I go to school, he is my transportation; when I am sad, he is my support; when I am happy, he is my paradise. I have whispered to my father on that shoulder countless times, rushed forward to hug my father countless times, countless times...

Time flies like water, and the sun and the moon fly by. No matter when, it's always me who's leaning on my dad's shoulders. I have grown up and my father is getting older day by day. Looking at my father who is getting older day by day, I feel really bad.

Suddenly, I accidentally touched my father’s face. My hands immediately trembled as if they had been shocked by electricity, and I was slightly startled. I quickly raised my head to look at my father's face - the weathered face was reddened by the cold winter wind, which was dozens of times colder than ice. times. Dad noticed it, looked back at me, smiled, and turned away again. My nose suddenly became sore, and I couldn't help but say to my father: "Dad, I love you!" My father didn't hear clearly: "What? What did you say?" I won't repeat it again. I’d better bury my love for dad deep in my heart!

I turned around mechanically and stepped into the school gate. It wasn't until I was at the corner that I turned around and looked at my dad - he was still waving to me. Seeing me slowly walking away, he turned his head, slowly staggered on his bicycle and walked back. I couldn't help but think of Zhu Ziqing's "Back View" - he staggered to the side of the railway, slowly leaned down, then climbed up the platform with difficulty, bought back a vermilion orange and held it in his arms, then walked towards me again - -Dad is old after all. But what you can see from his affectionate eyes is infinite love. 7. That time I cried in the composition, I imitated "Back View" and wrote four tears in about 500 words

Opening the small window of memory, I remembered the day last semester and the touching scene...

That day, our school invited Professor Yang to give us a vivid gratitude education class. He vividly told many examples of gratitude on the stage, which deeply touched the students. Afterwards, he asked his classmates to come up to the stage to express their deepest feelings that had been buried deep in their hearts for a long time. I thought no one would get up there, but the result was unexpected. The students all came on stage one after another. Like a torrent, they stepped onto the stage solemnly and unstoppably. Almost every student’s eyes were moist.

They had a heart-to-heart dialogue with their parents on the stage, admitting their mistakes and expressing their determination to study hard and repay their parents in the future...

Maybe they were infected by this atmosphere, My heart was slightly shaken, and I felt a torrent coming from the bottom of my heart, rushing out of my eyes, and I cried. But I didn't wipe away the tears, letting them wet my face and wake up my ungrateful heart.

Yes! How could I be ungrateful? From the time I was born to the time I grew up, it was all due to my parents! Dad, Mom, it’s you who have accompanied me through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's you who accompany me through all the bumps and setbacks. It is you who accompany me out of the wrong path and towards the light. When I was wronged, it was you who dropped your work and ran to me to comfort me and persuade me. When I had not finished my homework, but was already driven to bed by exhaustion, it was you who accompanied me to finish my homework, even in the dead of night. In fact, you are more tired than me! When I was ill, it was you who stayed by my bed and cared for me meticulously, pouring me water and bringing me delicious food. Who is it when the weather suddenly turns cold? And you came all the way to send me clothes and quilts?

Dad, Mom, the love you give me is so great! Like rain, like rain and dew, it nourishes me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; and like spring rain, gentle and delicate. It will penetrate layers of barriers and spread to every place where I am, every day where I am; it will embrace my crying and my laughter; it will hold up an umbrella for me and pave a road. Fill up all the difficulties.

Dad, Mom, the love you give me is so selfless! But I don't know how to be grateful. Please forgive my childhood ignorance! From now on, I will definitely study hard, learn to be grateful, and repay you!

A drop of kindness will be repaid by a spring. But what you gave me was the entire ocean!

Ah! Who said that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring? 8. In the article "Back View", the author writes that he shed tears four times, which expresses the author's feelings

Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back View" has touched generations of readers, and we even have reason to believe that it will also touch countless generations. A generation of readers. Articles written throughout the ages are nothing more than statements and arguments. But why is "Back View" so touching? In addition to the affectionate fisting of the father and his beloved son, in addition to the detailed description of the "back", it is also related to the emotional rendering of "I". The following is a brief analysis of the four times "I" shed tears in the article as an example.

The first time I shed tears: "I went to Xuzhou from Beijing to go home with my father for the funeral. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw the messy things in the courtyard, and thought of my grandmother again, I couldn't help but shed tears." ——Sad tears

Things are different and people are different. Seeing things and thinking about people makes you feel sad. The whole courtyard is in a state of disarray and decay, and the father is unemployed, which adds to the sadness. The tears this time expressed the author's longing for his grandmother and his sentimentality about the decline of his family. At the same time, it also sets a sad tone for the whole text and exaggerates a sad atmosphere. It also paved the way for the story later in the article when the father, regardless of the embarrassment of life, endured the pain of losing his mother, insisted on sending his son away.

The second time he shed tears: "He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. Then I saw his back, and I The tears flowed down quickly. "——Moved Tears

The grief of losing his mother, the crisis of survival, and the pressure of debt put the elderly father into a difficult situation. However, his son is still in college. Not only can he not share the pressure of life, but he also has to be supported. All the burden of the family falls on the elderly father alone. How important planning is to a father! Between planning a job and seeing off his son, after much hesitation, my father decided to see "me" off in person. In the eyes of a father, nothing is more important than his son!

After seeing "me" on the train, my father could have left peacefully, but the attentive father was worried that his son would be thirsty during the journey, so he proposed to buy some oranges at the platform on the other side of the railway. He refused his young and strong son's request to buy oranges and insisted on going by himself.

Perhaps in this way, he feels that he can better fulfill his responsibilities as a father and express his love for his son. The back view of the old father staggering and struggling to buy oranges made "me" experience the taste of father's love; the old father's green cloth cotton robe, black cloth mandarin and "my purple wool coat" formed a sharp contrast, which strongly inspired "I" conscience. How can all this not move people to tears? The back view of buying oranges has become the most colorful part of father's love!

The third time I shed tears: "When his back blended in with the people coming and going, and I couldn't find him anymore, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again." - Tears of Parting

"Sentiment has always hurt parting." The son, who understood his father's deep affection, couldn't bear to say goodbye to his father. What's more, his father was already very old at this time. He had exhausted his efforts for this family, and even After retirement, you still have to go out to make a living. At this time, "I" can be said to have mixed feelings: I can't bear to say goodbye, I feel sad for my father's dejected back, and I feel guilty that I can't solve my father's problems!

The fourth time I shed tears: "As I read this, in the crystal tears, I saw the back of the fat man in the green cloth cotton robe and black cloth mandarin again." - Tears of missing

Eight years later, the image of my father struggling to buy oranges has always been engraved in the depths of "my" heart. It became the most powerful testimony of my father’s love for “me”. Eight years later, my father wrote in a letter to "me" that "the time of death is not far away." After reading this, "I" felt sad. Recalling my father's life, the young man did a lot. It's a big deal, I don't want Lao Jing to be so depressed. As a son, especially the eldest son, I feel extremely guilty because I cannot help my father share the burden of the family. Of course, I think more of all the kindness my father has done to "me", the most unforgettable of which is the back view of my father buying oranges. Thinking of this, "I" couldn't help but burst into tears, and I missed my father spontaneously!

In this way, "Back View", from the perspective of a son, not only meticulously depicts the image of his father licking a calf, but also delicately depicts the son's understanding and emotion towards his father. Naturally, this article is more real and touching than the article that simply describes father's love.

Every reader is a child. After reading this article, we may consciously or unconsciously compare ourselves with the author: ask ourselves, why don’t we find these things in our lives that our parents love us for? detail? Why do we indifferently regard our parents' care as their responsibility and our rights? When did we begin to discover and cherish these details of our parents’ love? Do we have to wait until the heart-wrenching moment of "the child wants to be taken care of but cannot be cared for"?

Indeed, after reading this article, I felt: "My conscience is activated, my emotions are excited, and my soul is purified."