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Fatherly love is a lifetime treasure. Father's love is the mountain that protects the fire of life. Father's love is fire, which lights the lamp of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the way to lead your life. I don't know why my father's straight back is bent, why his handsome face is haggard, why his thick black hair is gray, and who my father worked hard for most of his life … until the third grade. On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I was sitting on the bus, getting off and going home alone. However, I saw a person, shivering in the dark world and the cold wind. The wind kept blowing his skirts-that's his father! Through the window, I clearly saw my father's white hair, which was not touched by the bright moon, without gorgeous decoration, but white hair, one by one. My father's white hair was blown down by the strong wind again and again, but he stood indomitable. I know who this must be for ... is it my father's white hair or my father's heart constantly crushed and stood up? The bus was near the station, and I got off quickly. Obviously, my father saw me. He stopped blocking the coat in the wind with his fingers and ran quickly to me. His coat completely succumbed to the strong wind, but he didn't care about the naked red sweater jumping towards me in this inexplicable darkness. At that moment, I clearly saw my father's fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears. My father gently took my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was obviously a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but he was too busy to avoid it. "My hands are too cold." Regardless of my father's dodge, I caught those cold big hands back, knowing that I was grasping the wealth of my life. With the aging of life, my father turned into a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, a little fatherly love, accompanied me every day and every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will never be poor. Comments This is a composition with full marks in the senior high school entrance examination. The writer is Zhu Ying, a recent graduate of Friendship Middle School. She pays attention to the little things in life in her usual practice, and conveys sincere feelings through delicate descriptions and vivid language. Therefore, it is reasonable to write such a touching article during the senior high school entrance examination. Birthday-I miss my hometown. It's the15th birthday of a candidate in Tianjin. Mother put two pots of flowers conspicuously in the newly decorated house. One pot is red bougainvillea, and the other pot is strong and cute. You are still in a panic bath. But my sadness and loneliness filled my chest. Looking at the rows of new buildings outside the window and listening to the strange footsteps coming from the corridor, I miss the old house where I lived for fourteen years. At that time, I had never felt so lonely on my birthday. I have spent fourteen years in my hometown, and today I am so stubborn and sober ... In the early morning of my hometown, there is no need to tighten the clock, the kicking of slippers, the clatter of water, and the reluctant yawning of children awakened by their parents in their dreams are all clocks to wake you up. Say good morning to each other, and a new day begins in the old hospital. Cyclists, motorcyclists, buses, brisk walkers ... half of them left their hometown. After seeing off the noise in the morning, the old people left behind began to plan again. Tidy up the house, prepare lunch and exchange ideas about children's birthdays. Grandma Zhang talked about the difficulties at home, and Grandpa Li complained about retirement. My second uncle, who was resting in shifts, also took the time to repair his singing bike. The leisurely atmosphere sent away a long day. My hometown is never lonely. When the children fly back like homing birds after school, when the adults at work dock like sailboats, when every window flashes with the light of peace, you can smell the fragrance of all kinds of food, and you can hear the joyful calls of all mothers. The most intoxicating moment in my hometown has arrived. At home, you don't have to worry about the door being locked, because your neighbor has your key; Don't be afraid to forget to water the flowers, because the right house has been thought of for you; You don't have to worry ... when the children are not at school and there are unexpected guests at home, it's like a family. The yard is filled with the breath of love sharing weal and woe and happiness. Although the environment of the new building is so clean and beautiful. But I can't forget the old dean's mossy pool, the ivy peeling off the gray wall, and the birthday dinner where the whole hospital blew out the candles in one breath ... It was the old hospital that accompanied me through so many unforgettable years! Today's birthday, yesterday's hometown ... comments by famous teachers, 15-year-old children's nostalgia for birthdays is not a desire to eat, drink and dress up, but a call for caring for emotional good-neighborly relations. A soul different from modern teenagers, not indifferent and autistic, showing a sunny world that embraces life wholeheartedly. In the growing environment of rich material and mental boredom, it reminds minors of their attitude towards life. Gains and losses are always two points that cannot intersect. The ambivalence of "you can't have your cake and eat it" once again troubled the children. With the help of the proposition of "birthday", using such an extraordinary theme is both poetic and enlightening, vivid and helpless. Smooth thinking, natural flow from daily feelings, concise words, no suspicion of deliberate modification. Sincere and touching, get down to business. Our names are the people sitting in the last row. The "last row" of a candidate in Shanghai is the frontier of our class, with a vast territory and a sparse population and a bad climate. So "good students" stay at a respectful distance from others, and "troublemakers" yearn for it. I didn't know what kind of person I belonged to until I sat in the last row. An exam before the summer vacation, lost Jingzhou, lost Maicheng, and thousands of feet came third. Lingnan in the distance has suddenly become my "back garden", but I am not as free and easy as Su Dongpo, and I can't sing the wonderful sentence of "300 lychees a day, even if I grow up to be a Lingnan person". When the teacher announced the news, there was a feeling of "the end of the world is coming", and my eyes were dim, dizzy and tinnitus, which was really unbearable. Those who look up and care about me are all "troublemakers" with poor grades in the class. The window is on my left, and the cool wind blows away the mist in front of my eyes. Looming, several "troublemakers" winked at me, and "local natives" sent unique greetings. "Hey, blackie, don't be dejected and despondent, the light here is not good and the air is fresh; Bad grades, not bad mood! " Cai comforted me with dialectics. "Yes, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, just didn't do well! There will be another time! " Listen to Mr. Chen's spiritual victory method, which is quite reasonable. They are smirking on the surface, laughing in class and cursing, but in fact they are also working hard in secret! A Cai memorized the words with a flashlight under the covers. When Mr. Chen sleeps in the dormitory, he often sounds "I passed the exam" and "I succeeded". Looking at their sincere eyes and self-deceiving smiles, I have confidence again. In a physics class, the physics teacher said a question in his nonstandard Mandarin, but no one in the class could do it. It happened that I did it, and I raised my hand. I not only raised my hand but also shook it desperately. The teacher said, "Alas, why didn't anyone answer?" I'm disappointed! Don't! It's not that the teacher didn't see it, it's that the "good students" can't do it, not to mention the "bad students" I haven't let go of the hand in hand for a long time ... A semester passed, and I left the "last row", and there were Cai and Lao Chen on the special train. Of course, the same number of people also "hit the arrow". "Do you want to persuade them?" "Well, we are not only passers-by, but also fellow travelers who have experienced vicissitudes." We walked to the sighing classmates: "The light here is not good and the air is fresh; Bad grades, not bad mood! " Farewell, my exile, you have wronged me and experienced the storm. I think: there is always the "last row", but there is no one who sits in the "last row" forever! [Teacher's comment] This is a masterpiece with distinctive personality. First, the mind is delicate and the description is vivid. The author tells us the real life and thoughts of the people sitting in the "last row" based on his own personal experience. They have strong self-esteem, have their own bright spots, and are eager to understand and pay attention. The author expressed his ideas incisively and vividly. Second, the thought is profound and enlightening. "There is always the last row, but there is no one sitting in the last row forever!" How to treat, understand and care about "the person sitting in the last row", how to make quality education no longer a form, and how to make students grow up healthily and happily are all worthy of teachers' thinking, which is the deep thinking brought to readers by this clever selection of materials. Third, language aura, humor. The words "frontier", "vast territory and sparsely populated, harsh climate", "winking", "local aborigines" and "back garden" are vivid and add a lively atmosphere to the article. As people often say, sincerity is one of the most precious wealth of mankind. Others say, "Sincerity, sincerity and truthfulness are the three great gifts that God has given us. Once anyone lacks them, it is difficult to get happiness. " So, what is sincerity? I can't describe what sincerity is, except that it has neither weight nor volume, neither solid nor liquid, nor gas. It can't be measured by time, space or even money. What is sincerity? I think: sincerity is the true feeling of "thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for the body of a wayward boy" Sincerity is the blessing of "I wish people a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful". Sincerity is the feeling that "a person is a stranger in a foreign land and thinks about his loved ones every wedding day". Sincerity is the call of "If you encounter misfortune, please tell me". Sincerity is the miss of "a small stamp, I am here and my mother is there". Sincerity is the smile on my father's face when I succeed, and it is the encouragement and reward my mother gave me. Sincerity is the wrinkles on my father's forehead when he fails, the tears in my mother's eyes, and the supporting hands of my brothers and sisters. Sincerity is the bright smile on grandpa's face when he comes home, and the sweet candy in grandma's drawer. Sincerity is a round moon cake brought from my hometown in the Mid-Autumn Festival, as well as greetings from my relatives. Sincerity is all kinds of short messages sent from all directions during the Spring Festival, as well as sincere wishes from friends. This is sincerity, which is both simple and complicated. It's simple, but you can't say it clearly; It's complicated, but it's just friendship between relatives and friends. A person who lacks sincerity is like a lost lamb and a wrecked ship-confused and helpless. People who lack sincerity, such as dead trees after autumn wind and empty nests after geese fly south, are lonely and barren. Without sincere people, such as seedlings in the Gobi desert, it is difficult to become a big tree without rain and dew and soil. A person who lacks sincerity is like a bird with broken wings and a kite with broken thread, and it is difficult to fly to the sky again. Sincerity is: the running water when sailing, the hands and feet when climbing, the lighthouse in the dark, the shoulders when fragile ... Sincerity is a precious wealth, and we should all have it and cherish it; Sincerity is the messenger of spring. We should put a youth stamp on it and send it to all relatives, friends and people in need.