I want to say what I think.

Chapter 1: I want to express my thoughts. When I was growing up, I had a lot of ideas to say, but I didn't have a chance to say them. This time, I will open my heart and say to my first teacher, Miss Li: Although you are no longer our teacher, you will always be our good teacher.

I remember it was when I was in grade one. I have a cold. My mother called the teacher and said that I was ill. You Wenxun came to me and asked, "Is the earthquake okay? Don't tell the teacher if you have a cold. Can you go to class, son? " If you feel sick, you must tell me. Do you hear me, son? "After listening to this, I felt warm in my heart and didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Your words and deeds melted my little heart.

Teacher, you have worked hard. You watched us grow, and you led us to make progress step by step. In our eyes, you are not a strict teacher, but our gentle mother. I love you!

Chapter 2: I want to express my thoughts. This week, the teacher gave us an assignment, which is to write a diary to express my thoughts.

Actually, I really have a lot to say to my mother. First of all, I want to thank my mother for carefully and patiently tutoring and checking my homework every day; Secondly, every Saturday, my mother will accompany me to learn guzheng. I know my mother wants to help me practice the piano better when I get home. Whenever I fail, my mother encourages me, and when I succeed, she praises me. I feel particularly happy with my mother's care and care. But I want to give my mother a little advice, that is, please don't stop me when I help you with the housework in the future. I have grown up, please believe that I will do well.

Mom, I will be a child with personality, self-confidence and lofty aspirations, and I will certainly live up to your expectations of me.

Chapter 3: What I want to say is the most extensive in the world. I think my mother loves me the most. I remember once, when I was sleeping, I fell out of bed. Mom saw it and called dad in a hurry. She said anxiously, "Do you think she broke it?" In the corner of my mother's eye, I left tears of anxiety. Looking at my mother's tears, I was particularly moved. I tried to comfort my mother, but I was so sleepy that I fell asleep again. I feel particularly ashamed to think about it now.

Mom, on this special day of March 8, I want to say to you: You are like rain and sunshine, which brings me incomparable warmth and happiness. I want to repay you with my ability and help you do some small things within my power, such as chatting for you and solving your troubles.

Ah, mom, my good mother, I am extremely proud of having such a good mother!

Chapter four: I want to speak my mind. Dear mom, today is March 8 Women's Day. Wish you a happy holiday! You have worked hard!

Mom, you are busy every day. You have to go to work, pick me up and drop me off every day, make me good food and urge me to study. You must have worked hard! In the future, I will be obedient, study hard and exercise hard to make you happy every day. Mom, your waist is not good. I watch you do housework and clean tables and floors every day. My father and I are worried about your health. Mom, you must take care of yourself!

Mom, you know what? I have some dissatisfaction with you, too. For example, I was very sad when you tore my homework that day. It took me 30 minutes to read it, but you tore it up without giving me a chance to explain. I know you're doing me good, but I hope mom can discuss it with me in advance, okay?

Finally, I want to say: Mom, let's refuel and correct our shortcomings, shall we? You will always be my good mother! I love you!

Chapter 5: I want to tell the truth. I looked at the big word "demolition" and the huge mouth opened by the bulldozer, and a muddy tear ran down my eyes. Today, I must speak my mind.

I am an old house, and I have long forgotten how many years I have lived there. I only know that the sun rises and sets, the spring and autumn withers, and the city is getting more and more prosperous. I don't remember much, but I can't forget those warm and beautiful lives in those years.

About a few decades ago, I lived in a big family, and several people around me lived in my companion's place. The little girl in that family is very naughty and often paints my interior wall beyond recognition. Looking at her immature and naughty eyes, I couldn't help laughing again. The most unforgettable is the Dragon Boat Festival, which was very lively at that time. Many people nearby sat on the balcony with sticky rice and zongzi leaves, wrapping zongzi and pulling it home. The little girl and several children next door couldn't hold their temper and ran to several adults to clamor for a bag. The adults were upset and had to take a zongzi leaf and grab a handful of glutinous rice to coax them away. The children were so excited that they ran around the room, hiding in the corner and making zongzi solemnly, but accidentally spilled glutinous rice all over the floor.

When I get old, my memories will be long, and a kind of pain has pulled me out of my good memories. Bulldozers hit my old and weak body again and again. I can't help feeling sad. Looking back a few years ago, I have been vacant here since the family moved out. My body has long been covered with a thick layer of dust, and the original white wall has long been ruined. At first, several companions accompanied me, but in recent years, they all fell down one by one. I looked helplessly at their groaning bodies, but there was nothing I could do. How many times have I woken up in the middle of the night and looked at the tall buildings around me, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Sure enough, it's my turn now.

The pain at the bottom deepened and my body tottered. Looking at the greedy humans below, indignation and doubt welled up in my heart. I want to ask them: Do you still remember the story of living in the White Wall and Heiwali, and the time when the neighborhood was harmonious? I know, I know that you are eager to put on a gorgeous coat for this city and go forward bravely, but you forget to stop and look back. Actually, you've already missed a lot. Nowadays, high-rise buildings are full of your world, and anti-theft iron gates hinder people's communication, and life is colorful and indifferent. Is this the happiness you seek?

Another bump, and I finally can't hold on. I fell down slowly, as if I saw the scene of the neighborhood dialect at the beginning, as if I heard the immature laughter of the little girl. Hope, yes, there is hope. The moment you close your eyes, human, have you ever heard my heartfelt words?

I know that soon, there will be rows of tall buildings here.

Chapter 6: I want to express my thoughts. The wind in June opens the curtain of memory, and time is like long running water, carrying me and beating my heart. Today, I want to speak my mind.

That day, the night was dim, and the pen in my hand was still rustling in the dim light. You walked into my room quietly and put a white porcelain bowl firmly on my book case. I glanced at it inadvertently, and my eyes were attracted by the red bean porridge in the bowl. The microwave ripples, as thick as condensed fat, and in an instant, the fragrance has filled my breathing room. "Daughter," you whispered, "don't be exhausted." I said "hmm" and left you alone, thinking about studying hard after drinking red bean porridge.

I picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl and felt my burning eyes fall on my face. "Mom, why haven't you left yet?" There is a trace of impatience in my voice. "Ah, I just want to spend some time with you." Your eyes are blurred. I was about to say something when you got up and closed the door. Your lonely figure walked out of my world, but your reluctant eyes took root in my heart. Somehow, I have mixed feelings, and your shadow appears in my mind, in the fog filled with red bean porridge.

On the first day of school when I was a child, I cried and refused to let go of your hand. You left with tears in your eyes. When I was seven or eight years old, I was burned. You took the doctor's white coat and begged him to cure me. When I got full marks for the first time and crossed the school gate, I saw a smile in your eyes waiting for me to throw myself into your arms gloriously. ...

Sixteen years has given us so many memories! The bright moon shines high outside the window, the pine branches sway, and the school is peaceful and quiet. However, the waves in my heart have already surged, and the erupting emotions suddenly broke through the dam in my heart and became out of control.

I opened the door to find you, and in the dark, your figure was fixed in front of my eyes. Navy apron, familiar fatigue and sculptural night watchman posture. In an instant, tears burst its banks.

The fierce battle song is coming to an end. The day before the exam, you were ill. I fell down and cried at you. I'll cook red bean porridge for you in the kitchen. I heard that red beans are acacia, which is good for you. When I brought red bean porridge, you snapped at me for the first time: "Go back! Go back and review! " I don't want it, I don't want it, I just stopped there. You are so cruel that you knocked over my work at once, and your pale face trembled slightly. The memory came to an abrupt end.

Mom, you know what? I am doing well in the examination room now. You don't have to worry about it. All you have to do is wait for your daughter's triumphant voice, watch her return in glory and make red bean porridge. I hope you can attend.

This is my daughter's heartfelt words: mom, wait for me.

Although the years mercilessly took away our years, they could not take away our memories. This is the greatest charm of interpersonal communication. composition

Chapter 7: I want to speak from the heart, Grandpa. If you are a dense tree, then I am just a budding grass. Under your care, I grew up bit by bit. You sheltered me from the wind and rain, and I don't know how much I suffered. Your love will never repay me.

Every day when I go to school, you have to pick me up personally, which will make your old leg injury recur again and again. Every night, you always cook a hearty meal, which makes people drool.

I remember that it was Sunday and my parents went to work. At noon, grandpa said slowly, "I'm not feeling well now." I'll sleep for a while first, and we'll go to cram school in the afternoon! " "In the afternoon, grandpa got up slowly, only to see his face turned purple and he walked unsteadily. After getting up, he quickly said, "Hurry up, it's time for class." I looked at him like this and waved my hand again and again and said, "You don't need to see him off today. You'd better have a good rest at home. " Grandpa pointed at me angrily and said, "No, it's too dangerous. Let me take you there! " "I reluctantly shook my head and followed my grandfather out of the house.

On the way, I held his hand tightly, for fear that he would fall. Grandpa walked trembling on the road. When I got off the bus, my right foot just stepped on the ground and my left foot accidentally fell to the ground. Grandpa hunched his back, supported his body with two hands full of blue veins, and struggled to get up. He dusted himself off and found a big hole in his trousers. Seeing this situation, I feel like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which is extremely uncomfortable. Even tears rolled in my eyes. Grandpa patted me on the shoulder and said, "Grandpa is not hurt, is he?"

After class, my mother and I went to visit my grandfather. I met him in the hospital. The doctor said that my grandfather had a high fever. If only he had come earlier. And grandpa delayed treatment for me. I want to say to grandpa, grandpa, there is no love in the world that can match your love, grandpa, I love you!

Chapter 8: I want to speak my mind. There is a woman lying on the shady grass. She covered the sun and face with one hand. I can't see her expression, but I can feel her little mood. A gust of wind is blowing, and the white clouds in the sky are stretching, mom, mom!

Like many students, I don't want to show my heart in my composition. It is often very difficult for a teacher to criticize a composition in person. It is only because of those youthful feelings that we want to collect them silently, fearing that they will disappear as soon as they are taken out. But today, thank you for this composition topic! I can be anonymous and write out the feelings that I don't want to show but surge in my heart.

When I was a child, I was seriously ill. Only six out of 100,000 people were "lucky" to meet, and my patients were almost never met again, but here I am, holding a pen and opening this dusty memory ... It was my mother who gave me a second life.

Why is mother lying on the grass? Because stomach bleeding was transferred to the emergency room during chemotherapy, my mother's sickbed was gone. It's just that my mother can't worry about me-she's always by my side, and she knows how lonely I am alone! She stayed in the hospital, collapsed on the lawn in the afternoon and slept in the dirt room at night-the cleaner's warehouse! I imagine her on the lawn at night, or in a dirty room-she can't sleep! I thought she was covered with garbage bags, but the cold invaded her from the tiles. In the dark, only the working lights of the washing machine are flashing, mops are piled up beside her, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant. What is she thinking?

She finally begged the nurse to come to the emergency ward, which should be sterile. She saw me hanging nutrient solution, connected to ECG and blood pressure instrument, and my lips were chapped. I told her that I was healthy and wanted to eat my favorite fruit, and she nodded. We looked at each other and stopped talking, but tears kept flowing. It seems that after a long time, it seems that only after a while, the nurse came to ask her to go out. She looked back at me, and I looked at her, watching the direction she left, until the door closed again. I began to cry, mom, I miss you!

Mom is always strong in front of me. She always forces me to drink a lot of water and eat what she thinks is nutritious. Even she kept watching, and when I was watching TV, she stuffed another mouthful into my full mouth. She always eats all the leftovers. She said, "Only by eating them can you have the strength to live." Otherwise, how could she run around for me, urging the nurse to give me a detoxification needle in the middle of the night?

Mom, when I see the traces left on you by the hard years, the 20 red apples and hand-sewn lavender bags you put on my pillow, and even the beautiful world in front of me, I will think that there is a person in the world whose feelings can never be fully understood, and his kindness can never be repaid, only to live well!

Mom, I love you!