I gradually got to know her composition.

I gradually got to know her composition.

I got to know her.

When I was a child, she was so kind to me. Hold me and push me to sleep. I just like listening to her stories. At that time, her story was wonderful, like a fairy tale. As long as I have a whim, I will ask her to tell me stories, and she will take the trouble to tell me stories. She is always devoted and never stops talking. Unconsciously, I fell asleep. I woke up and found myself hiding in her arms, so warm.

When I was a child, I thought this was her and this was my mother. She always dotes on me and always takes care of me. But when I grew up and slowly entered adolescence, I found that all this had changed.

She is no longer the person I remember. She lost her enthusiasm and became less meticulous.

"Mom, my birthday is coming soon. I want to buy something. Will you buy it for me as a birthday present? "

"You don't focus on learning, only know to play. The final exam is coming, let's talk about it after the final exam. " She said disdainfully.

That's it. She was unreasonable from the beginning and never reasonable to me. This is her reply to me after the final exam.

"Look at your grades. Compared with last time, you have regressed again. How dare you have the cheek to talk to me about this? No way! When you do well in the exam, there is still room for discussion. "

At that time, I began to lose hope for her, even for this family. I have been spoiled like a treasure since I was a child, and now I nag about my grades in my ear every day. I can't figure out why I am like this.

That day, I finally understood, and from that day on, I began to understand her.

I quarreled with her that day, and it was very fierce. I locked myself in my room and was sulking alone. The next morning, I was so hungry that I wanted to go out and find something to eat. Just as I opened the door, a white note fell from the handle outside the door. I picked it up and she wrote to me:

"Son, it was my fault yesterday. I know I'm a little strict with you, but it's all for your own good. You are no longer a child, and you should grow up. "

After reading it, my tears could not help falling. I ran out to find her and said I was sorry. She is still smiling, her kind face is like a pool of spring water wrinkled by warm wind, and every wrinkle is smiling. ...

At that moment, I really got to know her gradually. How much sweat and tears she paid for me. She is still her, but I have changed. Now, I found myself and got to know her again.

I gradually got to know her composition.

The most beautiful thing is not rainy days, but meeting you while hiding from the rain under the eaves.

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It was a few days before I was about to enter the first grade. I wanted to prepare some materials for the first grade, so I went to the bookstore for a few days. However, something unexpected happened in the sky. Just as I chose some books to go home, God began to cry, as if someone had touched his tears. I watched the downpour, and then waited for the time, worried.

Seeing that it was getting dark, when I put my schoolbag into my clothes and was about to rush home, she appeared, and a sweet voice sounded in my ear: "Do you need an umbrella?" When I looked back, it was an extremely lovely girl with big sparkling eyes and a tall ponytail. I took the umbrella with gratitude, but forgot to ask how to return it to her, but her appearance and voice were engraved in my mind.

Soon, when school started, I walked into a strange place, full of anxiety and excitement. When I went in, I saw a face that I couldn't forget. In the vast sea of people, I met her again, and she returned a sweet smile.

So I got to know her.

She is a good baby, especially listening to her parents. She is also very polite and will greet everyone she meets. She told me that she could play the piano, violin, singing and dancing, but she didn't like them. They are all her parents' favorites. She wants her parents to be happy, so she has been accommodating them. I feel sorry for her because she has no freedom since she was a child. While others are playing, she is practicing piano and drawing, and I admire her very much. She is so versatile.

Gradually, I know again.

She is an academic bully. Whether it is a big exam or a small exam, she is firmly at the top of the list. Everyone praised her and said that she was a genius and smart, but I felt sorry for her. I feel sorry for her staying up late to do her homework. I sympathize with her for hiding out of sight after occasional failures. I envy her, too, that she can understand and do it at once.

Finally, I really got to know her.

She is very sincere to her friends; She helped me overcome many difficulties; When I cry, she will give me paper and listen to me; She likes to listen to my stories and gossip. We became what others call best friends and good friends.

But in the end, she entered Huanggao, and I came to No.1 Middle School. On the day of graduation party, we hugged and cried for a long time, and promised to be good friends for life.

I miss her. Is she okay?

The most beautiful thing is that rainy day, which made me meet you when I was sheltering from the rain under the eaves.

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I gradually got to know her composition.

In the long river of literature, I groped and groped. Finally, I found her, the Book of Songs, my friend. You know, I love you deeply.

The first time I met her, although there was nothing earth-shattering, I was deeply impressed by her calmness. "Guan Guan pheasant dove, in Jianghu, is a gentle and graceful lady, and a gentleman is good." Yes, since ancient times, gentlemen have been gentle and gentle, but they have never been able to "ask for more happiness." Who knows about men's lovesickness? At that time, I naturally didn't understand. The so-called Iraqis are on the other side of the water. Acacia is the sadness that Jia Jian and I can't see our lover when I was picking songs in Feng Wang. How can a scholar like me understand it easily? So, at that time, although I had been admiring your "ode to elegance", I didn't like your "Fu, Bi and Xing" as much as I loved you later.

When a teenager grows up, and then savors your feelings carefully, he actually reads a bit of charm. "The so-called Iraqi people" can't think of it. In fact, he feels the same way about bitter lovesickness. The flowing water blocked Iraqis and poets, but let leisurely feelings drift to you. ...

Read it again carefully. "I used to be absent, Yangliuyiyi ... I was very sad, so I didn't know I was sad." It seems that I saw the killing of thousands of troops, the helplessness of the soldiers when they went out, and the sadness of the soldiers when they came home. In the war and heavy corvee, the wound of a conscript and the blood of a country were exposed to her. Perhaps, the soldier's new wife is still at home, sighing, "Is there no ointment? Who is suitable? " The helpless sigh is bright. "Wizards tease women and give them peonies", which is the duet between men and women in Yan-Qin Cross-Strait and Riverside by Zheng Yan. Spring is here, and it is also the flower season of life ... Awakening is the final decision for spoony women to protect themselves. "I swear, I don't think about it, but I don't think about it. What a shame! " That is a woman's final awakening and determination! "If you are a woman, you have nothing to worry about!" Despite such advice, which woman can wake up in the face of the temptation of love and the sweet words of men? If it's not true, I just hope that lovers in the world can cherish each other and don't cheat each other. ...

The Book of Songs, my friend, I have changed from an ignorant child to an ignorant teenager. You accompanied me all the way, and I began to get to know you, read you, read your endless feelings, read your faint resentment, read your infinite melancholy, read your helplessness, awakening, brightness and sadness!

Friend, in this life, I just want to be your friend, drunk in your gentle hometown, and just want to interpret your endless faint feelings for thousands of years!

I gradually got to know her composition.

Many people like to use the phrase "life is like meeting for the first time" to describe the beauty of meeting for the first time, but I can't remember when I first met him. But I can still imagine that my soul was robbed repeatedly in the Six Paths and finally found him under the guidance of fate. I don't know how many hours after I came to this world, I finally opened my little eyelids and saw him at first sight. I was a little boy at that time. I couldn't speak, so I stared at him and said "wow" twice to show my joy. Well, that's an acquaintance.

I have lived in his house ever since. My new life is very delicious. I don't lack food and clothing, and I am often carried out by him to play. When he is free, he will stare at me as if he can never get enough of it. Seeing him more often, my little head finally got some impression on him and began to recognize him. When I grew up, he began to teach me the necessary human skills, such as walking, eating, speaking and writing. When he first taught me to speak, I was still confused about the situation at that time. I just slurred out some syllables that I didn't even know. He was not in such a hurry and taught patiently over and over again. Until one day, I gradually found some doorways, because I found that he had been repeating a sentence. I learned his pronunciation and called out "Dad" in a milk voice, and then I was surprised to find the extremely happy expression on his face. Oh, I see. He's "Dad"!

After I lived with him for two and a half years, he sent me to a place where there were many children and adults his age, and then he left me. I thought he didn't want me, so I cried and shouted that I was afraid I would never see him again. It took me a long time to know that I came to this place called "school" to "go to school". Only when children go to school can they learn useful knowledge and understand the truth. It turned out that he was doing it for my own good.

I made many new friends at school and often went out to play together, which was much more interesting than staying at home. I'm getting older, he's getting older, and there are fewer and fewer topics we can talk about together. Besides, he always makes some rules that I hate, such as not eating spicy strips, not watching TV when eating, and sitting up straight when doing homework. I began to avoid him, annoyed him with his nagging, lost my temper with him for a little thing, and stubbornly went further and further on the road of my choice.

I thought I would keep going like this and never look back. But I was wrong. When I was cheated and abandoned by my friends, when I met a bottleneck in my study and was in a bad mood, no one stood behind me except him. He endured physical exhaustion after a hard day's work and patiently listened to my anguish. I suddenly realized that he was very happy, because I haven't talked to him face to face like this for a long time. I gradually remembered what he had told me and learned from them. I gradually realized that he always loved me, always.

I gradually got to know her composition.

I met her, my mother.

As a teenager, I am inevitably rebellious. I often go against my mother in my life, and the air at home is often full of gunpowder. Can you believe it? You see, our mother and son have turned the house upside down again.

"Let me play the game for a while! Please, my beautiful young mother, I have finished my homework anyway. " I begged and begged.

"I can't do it if I say no, there is nothing to discuss!" My mother rushed up to get my cell phone and yelled at me.

"Then I can watch TV for a while, just for a while." I said to my mother with the last hope.

"You know how to play every day. You are too busy at home. Why don't you come and help clean up? " Mother asked me for a broom as she spoke.

"This also don't let that also don't let, what do you want me to do! I have to do this and that all day. You're driving me crazy. Am I still your son? " I yelled at her, slammed the door angrily and locked myself in my room.

The more I think about it, the more wronged I am. Why can't I have as much time to play as other students? Tears rolled down, but I didn't hear the sighs that often came from outside.

Before you know it, it's already evening, so it's time to eat. In fact, I have been hungry for a long time, and I am eager for my parents to ask me to eat. Just then, I heard my dad keep saying, "Wife, go and ask my son to eat. My son must be hungry! " "I didn't expect my mother to say," I'd rather pour the rice than give it to him. "My heart began to exult and become sad again, and my tears flowed down with injustice.

At this point, my father came over, gently knocked on the door and whispered to me, "son, your mother is a knife mouth and a tofu heart." She served you your favorite dishes! " "Later, my father handed a piece of paper through the door. It says, "Open the first box on the bedside table on the left. There is a book there. "I immediately opened the box and found the book, which is actually an album, all of which were when I was a child. I looked at the sweet photos with my mother, and my heart was particularly sour, and a strange feeling came to my mind. A picture of my mother in my mind reminds me of my mother's difficulties.

I have an impulse. I rushed out of the door and shouted to my mother, "Mom, I was wrong!" " " ……

In fact, it's not that she doesn't love you, but in a different way, I gradually get to know her.

I gradually got to know her composition.

Just started school, the weather was hot, and I didn't get a water card. After class, my friend encouraged me to accompany him to the supermarket to buy water. The supermarket is far from the classroom, so my friends and I ran to the supermarket slowly. On the way back, the doorbell rang, and he rushed upstairs and abandoned me. The diabolical sun scorched the ground, and sweat dripped from the head and fell to the ground, which soon evaporated. I can't take it anymore. I'm exhausted. I climbed the stairs slowly and finally reached the classroom. I opened the door and saw her. She is a little fat and wears a megaphone. She chattered away. She is our physics teacher. As soon as I entered the classroom, I found her staring at me maliciously. Because I was late and didn't call to report, I just sat in my seat.

At this time, her voice came: "How did the classmate who came in just now leave?" I didn't speak, and the classroom was quiet. "What's the matter?" The eyes of the whole class stared at me uniformly, and I just lowered my head. From this incident, I really hate this person who made a fool of me in front of the whole class, and I also like listening to her class.

The first physics exam, as I expected, almost failed. I was not surprised at all, but complacent. The next day, I saw her when I went downstairs after breakfast. The students next to me all shouted "hello, teacher", and I followed suit because of my face. Her face was expressionless and her eyes were wandering. Seeing us, she suddenly smiled and asked in a very kind tone different from that in class, "Have you eaten?" Eat in the morning! "Although she makes me feel very kind, I still hold a grudge against her for humiliating me for the first time.

I gradually wanted to get to know her, and from the beginning I was afraid to take her class until I was normal. After listening carefully, I found that she was not as fierce as I thought at first. Once in class, I made a mistake on a simple question because I didn't grasp the previous knowledge firmly. She came to my side, and I was afraid that every time I did it, a teacher would come to my side and watch me do it. She didn't blame me, she just joked and indirectly pointed out that I had done something wrong. I feel that she is completely different from when I first started school. When she first started school, she was harsh and impersonal. Now she is humorous, kind and caring for her students. I gradually got to know her, and I was more willing to take her class. Finally, I got full marks in a physics exam.

In fact, at first, we will be confused by the superficial phenomena of things. Only by continuous exploration and gradual understanding can we understand the essence of things, and I gradually understand her!

I gradually got to know her composition.

She is like summer rain, which wets her face but brings coolness. She is like a cactus in the desert, covered with thorns, but it brings a little green electricity. She is like a star in the night sky. When you look up, always leave a bright light to guide you.

When I first met her, she was pale, but her face was filled with a happy smile. I just cry. She sat weakly in the hospital bed, trying to raise her mouth and smile at people. It feels strange, but it is warm.

Later, when I was a toddler, she guided me forward with comforting and encouraging eyes. When I was tired of playing, she stroked my sparse hair with soft big hands.

When cardamom was young, she thought she had grown up and could not control it. I fell out with her again and again. She said that this girl is so headstrong, and she said that she would waste time all day. I think she doesn't understand me very much, is wordy and unreasonable, treats her like air, is disobedient and unscrupulous. Therefore, her hair was stolen by time in her sight, and there were many old wrinkles in her rare smile, so she was with me.

I don't know when it's a little cold, but I don't care. I didn't pay attention to wearing some clothes and caught a bad cold. When I am depressed, I will think of her, call her at night, talk to her in a pathetic tone, and tell her all my complaints and troubles. She is not impatient or indifferent like her usual friends in the past. She listened to me carefully, made suggestions, and suddenly felt that she had found it. I casually replied, "I'll buy it." I always feel that according to her personality, if I say this sentence, she will definitely let me buy it or give it to me. Sure enough, the situation was quite critical. The next day, she brought the medicine. She skipped the morning class and rushed to school with a pair of gloves and apples. "The last time you said you wanted to eat, I forgot to buy it. This time, I will take it with me and wear gloves, otherwise I can't guarantee your pig iron. I accepted it reluctantly and happily. She is still generous and careful. She regretted laughing at her carelessness and acting on her own initiative, only to find that I was too ignorant and frivolous. In front of her, I'm actually just a smart kid.

To me, she is just a wall to keep out the wind and rain, wide and warm, but she seldom turns to say thank you to her.

You are an April day on the earth, laughing loudly around the wind, and the light spirit is dancing and changing in the glory of spring. You are the cloud in the early April, the wind at dusk is very soft, the stars twinkle inadvertently, the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers, and it is gentle in your heart.

Thank you for coming all the way. I have grown up now.

I gradually got to know her composition.

People often say: "Father loves mountains, deep and determined; Motherly love is like water, gentle and delicate. " However, in my home, it is a completely different scene:

"I can't eat ..." The child shook his chopsticks in a fit of pique, jumped off the high stool and walked away eagerly. The world outside the door seems to have infinite charm, attracting me to keep approaching. My mother's face suddenly sank, and a deep voice sounded in my ear like a demon. "Only after eating this bowl of rice can you go out to play." The door to the outside world slammed shut. She said with tears in her eyes, "No, I'm going to play!" " "So my mother picked up the bamboo stick that had already been prepared and walked towards me step by step. I cried in fear and my father comforted me. As a result, I was forced to eat the whole bowl of rice, and I was no longer in the mood to play.

Yes, this is my loving father and strict mother. That's why I hate my mother. A bamboo pole and a gloomy face are all my childhood memories of my mother. In this way, I stumbled and grew up and went to primary school.

Whenever I look at the intimate interaction between other children and their mothers, my heart is always sour. A person walks home silently, waiting for the daily question, "Are you mistaken today? Did you listen carefully? ..... "Even at the dinner table, she scolded me. "You only know to play all day. You see, the daughter next door got the first place in the class ... "The endless nagging made me hate my mother even more.

As usual, on the first day of school, I went to school dizzy. Finally at noon, I couldn't hold on any longer, and the whole person collapsed on the table. My deskmate looked at my red face and touched my forehead, only to find that I had a high fever. She asked me with concern whether I should ask the teacher for help. With a stubborn spirit, I said no, but I can hold on. After school, I seemed to feel much better, so I walked home alone. Father hasn't got off work yet, only mother is preparing dinner at home. Ask as usual and answer as usual. I accidentally mentioned that I had a high fever and smiled and said that I was fine. Her face became worried. She took a thermometer to take my temperature and turned on her cell phone to contact the doctor. Then she hurried me to the doctor's private house, still criticizing me. "You child, you make people worry ..." But this time I didn't resent it, and somehow I felt the care and love in my words. That night, the night was already deep, and the soft moonlight and bright lights reflected on my mother's face, and the usual serious face seemed to soften. I don't know since when, years have quietly carved traces on her face, and white hair is mixed with black hair. Mom looks a little old. At that moment, the gap between mother and daughter has disappeared with the wind, and I seem to get to know her and her heart that loves children.

I don't know how to express some love, but I gradually understand it with the pace of growth. There are some things I can't say. As my mother gets older, I understand that love is to say it out loud:

Mom, I love you!