Ask for a few compositions

In the evening, I saw Xiao He, and my memory crept into my mind. I remember coming here to check the information before, but I didn't care. I just wrote a few satisfactory articles.

Today, I came to the river. I don't know why there is a different mood. Let me look at it from another angle. The river may be a place for me to vent and may bring me happiness.

There is a feeling when reading the article of angel dream. It may be hard for her to publish so many articles, but I can't help admiring her when I see so many Xiaohe's friends blessing her, and a desire is kindled in my heart.

I am eager to make some friends in the river. I am eager to be happy in the river. I am eager to dedicate my heart to my friends in the river in the simplest language, so that they can share some happiness and sadness for me.

I have gone through 14 years, and my heart has been nailed. Xiao He, maybe he will be the best place for me to vent. I have always loved writing since I was a child, and I don't like to bother to send my composition to the editor.

Maybe with Xiaohei, my writing platform will be available? Maybe my sky will light up from now on? I dare not expect to have so many friends like snow angels, but I also want to meet some sincere and kind friends in Xiaohe to join hands with me!

Xiao He, he is so far away that I can hardly see him, because I dare not expect anyone to be good friends with me in Xiao He, but I always want to try and let Xiao He's friends know me, me, a girl with a lot on her mind.

I can't write beautiful poems, but I like them very much. I like poems with bubble dreams. Very unreal, with an imagination, but it suits me very well. Maybe I am the kind of person who likes to sketch dreams!

I like to write some sad essays. The sentences are so confusing that only the mind can understand them, and no one can understand them! Maybe someone will think I am stupid! !

I am unrealistic, I like to imagine, I like to experience nature with my heart, I hope all my troubles will leave me, and I envy the unparalleled love in romance novels. Sketch in my heart ..............

Simple, I trust others easily. It's easy to walk into my heart. I never have secrets in my heart, never, although I really want to have …

I am cheerful, never care about my friends' faults, and I am most easily moved. I like people who are kind to me, such as …

I am Pisces, Pisces is made of water, and I always cry. Yes, I shed a lot of tears easily, but I like to laugh when I am happy and cry when I am sad ... In life, I have a warm home; At school, I have a happy home; In nature, I have a sweet home …

The home in my life is full of love for me. When I hurt my ankle, my mother carefully changed my dressing. That kind of eyes are so focused and full of care. If I go to cram school, my mother will always carry me after I get off the bus. Although she is sweating like a pig, she always smiles and says to me, "Mom is not tired!" " "Under the careful care of my mother, I soon recovered. I say "thank you" to my hard-working mother! When I want to go swimming on a hot day, my father always puts down his work and stays with me wholeheartedly. When I am choked by water in the swimming pool, my father will always arrive as quickly as an ambulance, pat me on the back and ask kindly, "Are you better?" Satisfied my wish, I said to my kind father, "thank you!" " "When I'm doing my homework, I get upset because I lost my stationery. My sister will give me her beloved stationery. Halfway through my homework, I feel thirsty and say, "Sister, have a cold cup!" " "My sister brought it to me as quickly as possible. I said to my kind sister, "Thank you! " "

My home at school fills me with happiness. I remember my birthday that year. Walking on the way to school, I hummed a little song. At this moment, Siting patted me on the shoulder and said, "Do you remember what festival it is today?" I hesitated for a moment and asked, "What festival?" Siting smiled and said, "There are no festivals!" I continued on my way to school. As soon as I entered the classroom, many students behaved abnormally. For example, as soon as I entered the classroom, many classmates gathered around me or told me jokes, but what happened today? None of these actions, only a large group of people gathered together. I went forward and saw that Qiaoling pushed me away and said it was a secret, so I ignored them. Who knows, I was lonely at the end of the day and thought: What are they doing today? Just after learning, Yun forgot to ask me, "Do you know what festival it is today?" I said, "I don't know?" As soon as my voice fell, the whole class said in unison, "Happy birthday!" " "Bang, ribbons are flying all over the sky. Hao smiled and said," Idiot, today is your birthday! ""Only then did I realize that there was a "conspiracy" in their action today. I smiled and said, "Thank you!" We immediately immersed ourselves in the joyful melody. ...

I still have a home, and that is nature. Once, I went on a trip with my family. At night, I open the window. Wow! Flocks of fireflies were flying on the grass, so I hurried downstairs. At this time, fireflies shone like thousands of stars, and cicadas cried "cicada-cicada" in the tree. The little frogs played a symphony, and I couldn't help singing. Sister butterfly danced for me, and the birds hummed with me. Fireflies lit up the road ahead for me, and flowers and plants quietly enjoyed our music. Lying in the arms of mother grass, it is so warm and sweet ... birds go home, butterflies hide in flowers, little frogs fall asleep quietly ... I also fall asleep sweetly under the touch of mother grass. ...

My home, my home in life, my home in school and my home in nature are all my homes forever! I love my family! My father (a first-year student writes a composition)

He is not big, but he can protect my weak seedlings;

He, not gentle, gave me the most intimate care;

He, without knowledge, taught me a truth, I am the most human;

He is not careful, but he can reveal his love for his children in his brow.

He is just an ordinary man. But for me, it is the most special-dad.

I have little respect for my father since I was a child, and I have always ignored his importance. Perhaps because my father's education is not high, I have never discussed many things with my father, and I have never revealed my feelings to my father. Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my father. At that time, I always hoped that my father could be on call, whether he was busy at work or not, but he always worked hard. But at that time, I didn't understand the caring look in my father's eyes, just took it for granted.

Now that I'm grown up, I finally know how busy my father is at work, and I won't let him pick me up any more. When I walk in the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioner in my father's car. I didn't know how happy I was when I was a child, and I knew I couldn't be willful anymore.

When I was a child, when I fell, my father never reached out and helped me up. Instead, he stood in the distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand and loudly said to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk in front of my father, you can eat the lollipop!" " I don't know whether it is the attraction of lollipops or the expectant eyes in my father's eyes that give me the courage to stand up and give me the motivation to move forward. When I finally came to my father's side, my father hugged me excitedly, and I saw a gratified smile on my father's face. I finally know that what I want is not a lollipop, but a smile from my father.

Whenever my father comes home late from work, in the twilight, I can feel my father stroking my hair and tucking me in. A warm feeling arises spontaneously. It turns out that my father has been protecting me and my mother.

Dad is a man who sticks to his hobbies and never gives in. He insists on taking a cold bath every day, and he insists on going swimming every day. No matter how cold the weather is all year round, it always persists and never changes. I have never heard my father shout "pain" or "tired". He always wears this strong face, and he smiles at everything that goes wrong. He once told me: "People must stick to their ideals, no matter how hard or tired they are." From then on, I was no longer afraid of wind and rain, and I learned to stick to everything.

These days, my father is on a business trip again. In these days, I learned to miss.

The last laugh

Song Hui, sixth grade of Hongyan Foreign Language.

I am a girl who loves to laugh. Whenever I smile, I always smile. What bright smile, happy smile, inexplicable smile … all follow me closely.

I will laugh at all ridiculous things, and this kind of laughter will often drag my classmates into the water, attract teachers' criticism, and then attract everyone to blame me for seducing them.

Once in an English class, the teacher taught two words: bus and must, and then let everyone read them. My deskmate couldn't pronounce correctly, so I couldn't help laughing because my tone was blunt and I heard "Dad is dead" and "Mom is dead". The whole class also burst into laughter under my "leadership". The teacher repeatedly banned it, but he couldn't control it, so that he couldn't lecture. Finally, the whole class was scolded and punished. The teacher took special care of me when I entered the office, but I was still immersed in what happened just now, and my thoughts suddenly fell to the ground. The teacher kept saying there, I was still thinking "Mom and Dad are dead". As a result, I snorted and laughed, and the English teacher almost didn't go crazy.

Back in class, everyone came to blame me for this culprit. Naturally, I did my duty and retorted confidently, "I love to laugh, and my mouth is on me. I laugh happily." . Besides, did I make you laugh? You can't control yourself. Why can't you blame me? "Now, the students are speechless, and I smiled again. Let's celebrate what I just said.

Come to think of it carefully, I like to laugh like death for two reasons: one is the inheritance of my parents. Mom and dad are both people who love to laugh. As long as I can remember, I haven't seen them frown and unhappy. Their faces are always sunny, as if all the good things in the world happened to them, so I was born an authentic descendant. The second is the warmth and harmony of the family. My parents never quarrel. They care about me. The smiles of three people build a happy and warm home, surrounded by laughter. I have no reason to be unhappy!

Wherever I go, laughter follows me. I often don't see anyone. Smell me laugh first. Does everyone like to laugh, too? Then let's laugh until the end, because: smile, ten years old; In a good mood, troubles run.

My teacher

He is not tall, his chubby face has a pair of kind eyes that are often narrowed, and his short gray hair shows his loyalty. He has a strong right leg, but his left leg is completely cut off from below the knee and supported by a polished round stick. We don't know when and why this leg was amputated. I only remember one time, when he was talking about the legend that The goddess patching the sky made man, he smiled and said to us, "Nuwa's clay figurine was so tired that he picked up the mud with branches and threw it on the ground, and the mud thrown on the ground became a man. It's just that some people lost their legs and arms because Nu Wa threw too hard. That's when I was dumped by her. " There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, but after laughing, every student felt a sour feeling in his heart, and at the same time he increased his respect for Mr. Liu.

He stands for hours every day and gives us lectures, relying only on his strong right leg and a wooden stick. Speaking of writing on the blackboard, he supported the ground with a wooden stick, left his right leg off the ground, turned his body quickly and turned to the blackboard. After writing thick chalk words, I turned to the podium with crutches as the center. A teacher who is over half a hundred years old doesn't know how many times he has to jump and spin like this a day. And every time he turned around, it caused the students' excited heartbeat.

His lecture was wonderful. The history of the motherland made him proud. Speaking of national heroes of past dynasties, his generous remarks often make us cry with excitement. Speaking of the humiliating years in the modern history of the motherland, he often choked up and made us bow our heads heavily. Later, I was admitted to the history department of the university, which had a lot to do with the influence of Teacher Liu.

He doesn't like written tests, but he likes to ask questions in class and let students tell their own learning experiences. I remember very clearly that if a classmate answered correctly and profoundly, he stood quietly in the corner of the classroom, cocked his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and listened carefully, as if enjoying a wonderful piece of music. Then, I seemed to wake up from drunkenness, breathed a sigh of relief, wrote down my score on the scoreboard with satisfaction, and said kindly and loudly, "Good! Five points! " If a classmate doesn't answer well, he will stare big eyes in surprise, look at his classmates with concern and whisper, "Don't be nervous, think, think and think again." Nod constantly, as if every nod can inject an inspiration into the students. At this time, he was more nervous than the students who were tested. This scene has passed nearly thirty years, but in retrospect, it is still so clear and cordial.

Black tile white wall

The black tile on the roof has faded its original color, and only a lonely bird passes by, leaving a few groans. That white wall cuts off the air between the two worlds, so I can only sleep on the other side of the wall.

Grandma said that black tiles and white walls are the most beautiful, but you are too young to understand.

When I was a child, I always hung a string of bells around my neck, making a crisp sound. The bell is so small that the future of this little thing becomes an unsolvable equation. Like many trivial things, they are forgotten from my mind with its disappearance.

In my remaining memory, grandma's hands are like the wrinkled skin of a tree. The palms are calloused and rough, and they are often stabbed to the touch.

I remember one summer, it was very hot. The sun is like an arrogant child, scorching the earth; Grandma and I hid in the shade of a tree, but the sweat still ran down our cheeks. Lying in grandma's arms is very active. She wiped my sweat with her hand, but scratched my face. I screamed naughtily in pain. Grandma lovingly wants to touch my face with her hands, but she is afraid of hurting me again; On her forehead, the traces of vicissitudes of life were really wrinkled into a ball, and she asked me blankly if I still hurt.

When you are tired, you must be quiet. Hard-working grandma finally rests in peace. She never seems to take my troubles as troubles.

Grandma said that when she was my age, she had already started cooking for adults, and she had to transplant rice seedlings and harvest them every day after school. I don't pay attention to what I eat. It's normal not to eat meat for a month. Wearing clothes, how can it be bright and beautiful now? I used to sew several pieces of cloth and put them together for several years. ...

Listening to grandma's emotional story, I actually shed tears.

"Grandma, since I used to live a simple life, I'm really tired of that kind of life; Why do you like black tiles and white walls instead of the beautiful scene of pink and green? " I blinked in confusion.

Grandma hesitated for a while and smiled and said, "You are too young to understand."

I pursed my lips and pretended to be angry with her.

Children are children and will soon forget.

Grandma said that the life of black tiles and white walls has been deeply branded in her heart and I am afraid I will never forget it.

Last summer vacation, when our family moved, it was another hot summer.

Grandma smiled at me, took my hand and walked into my new home, curious as a naive child, asking questions.

I was snickering at her pedantry when my grandmother asked, "How can this beautiful wall be painted with colorful colors?"

"Grandma, this is the fashion, the most popular mural now!" I answered the phone proudly.

"Think about our past, it's all black tiles and white walls. How can there be such a beautiful thing? " Grandma carefully tried to touch my face with her scratched hand, but she put it down before touching it.

I don't know where the inspiration came from, but I suddenly remembered that old story and asked, "Why does grandma still like black tiles and white walls?"

"Although the material conditions were poor at that time, I lived in a house with black tiles and white walls, and my hands became like this because of farming at that time, in other words, without the life of our generation, how could I have the opportunity to live such a comfortable life now? After all, thanks to those black tiles and white walls. " Grandma said in a gentle tone, as if remembering something.

Although it's just a few words, and it's said by my uneducated grandmother, I still can't help but be curious. The curious rabbit disappeared out of thin air and was replaced by a reassurance, which felt very practical.

A few days later, at my strong request, I went to my grandmother's childhood residence. This is indeed a house with black tiles and white walls.

I feel far away from that world. It seems that with that white wall, I can be stopped on the other side. I want to comfort myself-there are two worlds at all, and I realize that the black tiles and white walls are so far away that I can only imagine them that I fell asleep.

Contradictory self

Chest tightness, a feeling of crying. Looking blankly out of the window, I felt tears falling down my cheeks like pearls from a chain, and "snapped" on the book.

Looking around, there are all books and endless homework. Go outside, there is a big color TV waiting for me to turn it on. There are my favorite cartoons and TV series in it. I watched half of them, but I remembered the bad report card, the encouragement of the teacher and the expectations of my parents. I turned off the TV ambitiously. Going forward is the computer waiting for me to play, where I am afraid of losing myself, indulging in hallucinations and indulging myself. Going back, seeing piles of books with a height of yards makes me dizzy, let alone reading them.

The plan I made for myself will be changed again in less than two days. I can't help it I can't hold on. I feel inexplicable panic when I tear off a calendar paper every day: I still have so many things to finish and so many subjects to preview, so what the teacher told me I haven't finished, and I haven't fulfilled my promise ... so my head often hurts.

Happy birdsong came from the window. My heart is Zheng, contrary to mine. I seem to understand something.