Waiting for a call composition

In daily study, work and life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. So do you know how to write a good essay? Below is a composition about waiting for a call that I compiled. You are welcome to read it. I hope you all like it. Waiting for the Call Essay 1

——Title: It was a violin grading exam, and we all took it very seriously. For it, we prepared for a whole month, and the students all practiced intensively under the guidance of the teacher. Of course I am no exception. The summer that year was extremely hot, but I kept practicing for more than 3-4 hours every day.

Although I have already practiced very proficiently, on the day of the exam, I will inevitably feel a little nervous. I made some small flaws at the beginning, but later I felt that I performed well. After the exam came out, I was worried about the few small flaws at the beginning. I didn't know if I could pass the exam. As usual, the results of the examination will be notified by phone two days later.

"Ding ling ling..." I jumped up and couldn't wait to grab the red receiver, "Mom, your phone." I handed the phone to my mother in frustration. During the two days of waiting for the results, every time the phone rang, my heartbeat would speed up. When I learned that I was not notified of the results, I felt a little bit lucky and disappointed. Every time the phone rang, it was a mental torture for me. I kept checking to see if the phone was in place and whether the ringtone was on the loudest. This is a waiting full of hope, but also a spiritual experience. Finally one day, "Ding Ling Ling..."

The phone I had been waiting for rang again, "Tiantian. Yours The phone call is to notify you of the test results!" My heart suddenly tightened, and I thought silently, pass, pass! I firmly took the red receiver from my mother's hand: "Hello..." Hard work paid off, and my hard work paid off. I passed my violin exam! My tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed. After this incident, I realized that the waiting process was even more unforgettable than the success.

In fact, there is no need to be nervous during the waiting process, but should be enjoyed patiently. It is inevitable for me to wait for my results. In fact, the outcome was already decided before I took the exam. As long as I work hard and work hard, I will definitely win! There is waiting before every success. Entrepreneurs wait for opportunities; blind people wait for light. Waiting is not submissive, but a kind of indifference; waiting is not accepting failure, but accumulating success. Good managers wait until they understand each employee's true nature before giving orders. A wise gardener will wait until summer arrives before distinguishing between rare flowers and weeds. Impulse and waiting are the differences between fools and wise men. The former is recklessness, the latter is discovery. Discovering opportunities while waiting, enjoying the process while waiting, is the choice of a wise man. Waiting for a Call Essay 2

The jasmine outside the window bloomed again, the breeze came, and the white jasmine fluttered in the wind

"Well, it smells really good!" Mom said with a smile on her face, "It seemed to be the same that year..." She was immersed in memories.

More than ten years ago, I was only four years old and my mother was twenty-six or seventeen years old. Because my father’s home and my mother’s home were far apart, and the transportation was not developed at that time, it was difficult for my mother to go back to her parents’ home once a year. My mother loved her home very much, so that old-fashioned telephone became her only comfort. Whenever something happens, my mother will definitely call her grandmother in her distant hometown and chat with her. Not to mention how happy my mother is at that time. Grandma was sick, quite seriously, and my aunt called to tell her. After hearing this, my mother felt as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt from the blue sky. She was dumbfounded, tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt a sudden longing for her mother. On the phone, my mother repeatedly told her aunt to take good care of her grandma, and specifically told her that when grandma recovered from her illness, she must call her to say she was safe. After putting down the phone, my mother really wished she could put on a pair of wings and fly to grandma. But it was the busy farming season, and she was indispensable at home.

My mother knew that grandma liked to drink jasmine tea, so she picked beautiful jasmine flowers to make jasmine tea. Sometimes, I will dry jasmine flowers with my mother. "Mom, why didn't grandma call?" I asked while posting.

"Grandma is sick. Mom heard that jasmine tea is good for grandma's health, so she wants to give her some." "Oh! Mom, I will work hard to make grandma get better."

A month has passed and grandma still hasn’t called. Mom is a little worried and wants to call and ask. Unfortunately, the phone was broken and the neighbor's house didn't have a phone. Watching the time go by, there is still no news from grandma. At this time, the jasmine tea that embodies mother's hard work has been prepared. On a rainy day, the long-lost phone rang for the first time. Mom Lima answered the phone, and slowly, her face gradually changed from happy to sad. I had an unknown premonition. Putting down the phone, my mother slowly uttered a few words: "Grandma passed away!"

When seeing her off, my mother held back her tears and said: "Mom, you took this jasmine tea with you along the way. Make it when you have time." Come and have a drink, it will be good for your health. And remember to call me!"

A jasmine flower floated in from the window and landed on the phone. Waiting for the Call Essay 3

After the final exam, I had two days to rest at home. It was more like suffering than rest, because these two days were the days when the results were announced. I have always been unsure about this exam. I was worried that I would fail the exam, and I didn’t dare to go to school to ask for my results. I was always worried.

After a while, my friend called me and said he was going to school to check my scores. I asked him to check my results for me. He readily agreed and said he would get back to me in 30 minutes. After hanging up the phone, I was excited and worried at the same time. I was excited because I could know the score, but I was worried because I was afraid that my results would not be satisfactory. I just kept waiting by the phone. I saw that it was still early, so I picked up the novel and looked at it. Strangely, the usually exciting novels became dull. So I turned on the TV and watched it again, but my mind kept thinking and I couldn't watch the TV at all. So I simply turned off the TV and sat by the phone to wait. I looked at the time and only 5 minutes had passed. It was really hard! I tried to calm myself down, but the longer I waited, the more restless and restless I became. It felt like there was an ant crawling on it, but it seemed to be hanging in the air. Finally, another five minutes passed, and I couldn't help but pick up the phone and dial. I called my friend’s phone number and waited for a while, but no one answered.

I must have gone to school and haven’t returned yet, so I hung up the phone. After five minutes, I picked up the phone and called my friend's house, but no one answered. I had no choice but to endure it for another 10 minutes. It seemed like a century had passed. Finally, the phone rang. I picked up the phone and said, "How many people are there?" I was stunned. After a few seconds, Jie Jie Baba's voice came and said: "Please...please...is Teacher Wang at home?" It turned out to be looking for my mother! I was so disappointed that I said I was not at home and hung up the phone.

Then I sat and waited again. Ten seconds later, nervousness replaced the disappointment. After 3 minutes, the phone rang again. This time I learned the lesson. I calmly asked: "Hey, who are you looking for?"

A friend's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Do you want to know how many names you have?"

I, who was always articulate, became stuttering: "How many...how many names do you have?"

"Second in the class, seventh in grade "My friend said excitedly, "Ah? Really?"

"Of course, the teacher also praised you for your great progress!"

"Really? ?Thank you, goodbye!"

"Yeah!" I shouted, really wanting to find a place to vent my worries and tensions these days, because I passed the pre-grade exam for the first time. Ten places, it seems that the wait for the call was not in vain, the wait has achieved an unprecedented good result! Waiting for the call composition 4

It was drizzling in the sky, and he came again. The little boy ran under the phone booth again, squatting and waiting for something.

He is one of my neighbors. He is the only one in the house, but I don’t know where his parents are. Can a boy who is only seven or eight years old live at home alone?

Every night from 7 to 9 o'clock, he would squat there, occasionally look at the phone, stand up and relax his muscles. Although I don’t know why he insists on doing this every day, I kind of admire his persistence.

No one will ask him what he is doing here? Or waiting for someone's call, in short, everyone is used to him doing this, it's not a big deal. Once, I ran to him and asked him boldly: "Excuse me, whose call are you waiting for? Are they your parents?" I was a little happy that I had the courage to say such a thing. But he didn't speak, he just lowered his head. To be honest, his personality was too introverted and he was always taciturn, so he didn't have many friends. I don't know why he lowered his head, maybe he was crying! Did I say the wrong thing again? Sometimes being brave is wrong.

Just like that, another week passed in the blink of an eye. His parents are back. Later I found out that his parents were just on a business trip. It turned out that I had misunderstood this matter.

Originally, I thought that since his parents were back, he would no longer have to go to the phone booth. However, he is still there every day. Why is this? I am puzzled.

What is even more incomprehensible is that it took him longer to get to the phone booth. He also brought his schoolbag with him and used the light of the street lamp to read when he was late. In this way, he spent a whole day in the phone booth. Another sunset.

However, what was he doing there? Was he hiding or waiting for something?

One day, I happened to pass by there and couldn't help but ask him again. He said: "I was waiting for a call, waiting for a call from a little girl... She said to me: If fate is playing tricks on you, don't be afraid or hesitate, because there is still me and everyone who cares and loves you. Your people are by your side, and we will help you. You will never be alone... This is what she told me after I met her when I was admitted to the hospital for illness three years ago. Does she have your phone number?" I asked. "Yes, I gave her my home phone number at that time, but she didn't give me her phone number because of time constraints." He said, "Then why were you waiting under the phone booth?" I finally expressed the question in my mind. "Because she once told me that her family was very poor and had no phone for the time being, and she said she lived here. I finally found this place, and I believe she will definitely come..."

Now, Xiao The boy has moved away. For the sake of a promise, he might still be in a phone booth somewhere. Waiting for the Call Essay 5

After the final exam, I had two days to rest at home. It was more like suffering than rest, because these two days were the days when the results were announced.

I have always been unsure about this exam. I was worried about failing the test, and I didn’t dare to go to school to ask for my results. I was always worried. After a while, my friend called me and said he was going to school to check my results. I asked him to check my results for me. He readily agreed and said he would get back to me in 30 minutes. After hanging up the phone, I was excited and worried at the same time. I was excited because I could know the score, but I was worried because I was afraid that my results would not be satisfactory. I just kept waiting by the phone. I saw that it was still early, so I picked up the novel and looked at it. Strangely, the usually exciting novels became dull. So I turned on the TV and watched it again, but my mind kept thinking and I couldn't watch the TV at all. So I simply turned off the TV and sat by the phone to wait. I looked at the time and only 5 minutes had passed. It was really hard! I tried to calm myself down, but the longer I waited, the more restless and restless I became. It felt like there was an ant crawling on it, but it seemed to be hanging in the air. Finally, another five minutes passed, and I couldn't help but pick up the phone and dial. I called my friend’s phone number and waited for a while, but no one answered. He must have gone to school and not returned yet, so I hung up the phone. After five minutes, I picked up the phone and called my friend's house, but no one answered.

I had no choice but to endure it for another 10 minutes. It seemed like a century had passed. Finally, the phone rang. I picked up the phone and said, "How many people are there?" There was no movement on the other side of the phone, probably because I was startled. After a few seconds, Jiejie Baba's voice came and said, "Excuse me, is Teacher Wang at home?" It turned out that I was looking for my mother! I was so disappointed that I said I was not at home and hung up the phone. Then I sat and waited again. Ten seconds later, the nervousness replaced the disappointment. After 3 minutes, the phone rang again. This time I learned the lesson and asked calmly: Hello, who are you looking for? A friend's voice came from the other end of the phone: Do you want to know your name? I, who have always been eloquent, became stuttering: How many more names? Second in the class and seventh in grade! My friend said excitedly, ah? Really? Of course, the teacher even praised you and said you have made great progress! Yeah? Thank you, goodbye!

Yeah! I shouted loudly, really wanting to find a place to run and vent my worries and tensions these days, because I got into the top ten of my grade for the first time. It seemed that the wait for the call was not in vain. I waited for an unprecedented call. Good results! Waiting for the call composition 6

I wait, I work hard, I win!

That was a violin grading exam, and we all took it very seriously. We prepared for it for a whole month, and the students all practiced intensively under the guidance of the teacher. Of course I am no exception. The summer that year was extremely hot, but I kept practicing for more than 3-4 hours every day.

Although I have already practiced very proficiently, on the day of the exam, I will inevitably feel a little nervous. I made some small flaws at the beginning, but later I felt that I performed well. After the exam came out, I was worried about the few small flaws at the beginning. I didn't know if I could pass the exam. As usual, the results of the examination will be notified by phone two days later.

I jumped up and couldn’t wait to grab the red receiver, Mom, your phone. I handed the phone to my mother in frustration. During the two days of waiting for the results, every time the phone rang, my heartbeat would speed up. When I learned that I was not notified of the results, I felt a little bit lucky and disappointed. Every time the phone rang, it was a mental torture for me. I kept checking to see if the phone was in place and whether the ringtone was on the loudest. This is a hopeful waiting, but also a spiritual experience.

Finally one day, the phone I had been waiting for for so long rang again, sweet. Your phone number is to notify you of the exam results! My heart suddenly tightened, and I thought silently, pass, pass! I firmly took the red receiver from my mother's hand: "Your hard work pays off, and my hard work has paid off." I passed my violin exam! My tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed.

After this incident, I realized that the waiting process was even more unforgettable than the success. In fact, the waiting process does not need to be nervous, but should be patiently enjoyed. It is inevitable for me to wait for my results. In fact, the outcome was already decided before I took the exam. As long as I work hard and work hard, I will definitely win!

Before every success, there is waiting. Entrepreneurs wait for opportunities; blind people wait for light. Waiting is not submissive, but a kind of indifference; waiting is not about accepting failure, but accumulating success. Good managers wait until they understand each employee's true nature before giving orders. A wise gardener will wait until summer arrives before distinguishing between rare flowers and weeds. Impulse and waiting are the differences between fools and wise men. The former is recklessness, the latter is discovery. Discovering opportunities while waiting and enjoying the process while waiting are the choices of a wise man. Waiting for the Call Essay 7

Life lasts for a hundred years, and things don’t always happen. The relationship between people is like an ever-changing chess game. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and warm alternate, and countless days and nights pass by us. If we can have an eternal waiting, I firmly believe that it will be the happiest thing in life. A kind of waiting, a kind of daydream, maybe there are many things waiting for you in life. Waiting for a call may be a very ordinary thing in your eyes, but the mystery is worth chewing and savoring.

Waiting for a call from a friend is like looking forward to a meter of sunshine in winter. A friend's phone call can bring you warm care and cordial greetings. Maybe, just a few words of comfort are enough to make your heart sprout and grow vigorously; maybe, just a few words of complaint are enough to make you feel silently tense and anxious; maybe, just a rhetorical ridicule, It's enough to get your interest flowing and spread quickly. So, while waiting for your friend's call, you hear the friendly voice of your friend, letting you bathe in the warm sunshine.

Waiting for a call from a loved one is like looking forward to a timely rain in a dry season. A phone call from a loved one can bring you tender affection and hope in life. At this moment, you are waiting for the wordy words from your parents on the other end of the phone. No matter how harsh the words are, you will imagine to your heart's content that you are so lucky and so happy. At this moment, you are waiting for your wife's nagging on the other end of the phone. No matter how harsh the words are, you will imagine that you are so lucky and happy. At this moment, you are waiting for the woman's murmur on the other end of the phone. No matter how delicate the words are, you will imagine to your heart's content that you are so lucky and happy. So while you are waiting for the call from your loved ones, you can hear the loving voices of your loved ones, making you intoxicated with the waiting of hope.

Waiting for a call from your lover is like looking forward to candlelight in the dark night. A phone call from your lover can bring you endless feelings and the spirit of life. At this time, you can experience the great magic of love. It can turn your pain into joy, your sadness into happiness, your despair into hope. At this time, you can feel the great power of love. You will become strong because of it, full of hope because of it, and will continue to struggle because of it. At this time, you can realize the great power of love. It is it that ignites the sacred fire in your heart, gives you reverie, gives you warmth, and gives you the future. So while waiting for your lover's call, you hear your lover's voice of love, letting you indulge in sweet happiness.

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Waiting, let our lives breathe happy breath. Waiting, let our life be filled with happy smiles. Waiting fills our world with the color of hope. I pray and wait, I guard and wait, and I firmly believe that waiting will last forever. Waiting for the call composition 8

"Ding Lingling..." The phone rang urgently. The mother hurriedly put down the sweater in her hand and picked up the phone with one hand.

"Hey, is this Zoe? Are you okay at school?"

"Mom, it's me. Today I can speak English She got a perfect score of two, the highest score in the class!"

"Oh, my daughter is so amazing!" The mother's old face suddenly turned into a flower.

Half-hour phone call...

Zouoyi is a girl who is top-notch in studies. At school, she is a good helper for teachers and a close friend of classmates. But, just because she is the only girl in the family, her family loves her very much. When I first entered school, there were countless new things. After studying in class every night, she would go back to her dormitory and call her mother. The call lasted half an hour. Over time, my classmates and I have become familiar with each other, and we always chat and have heart-to-heart conversations together.

The evening self-study class was over, and the students all walked into the dormitory in groups. Zoey also picked up the phone as usual and dialed the number she was familiar with. "Beep, beep..."

"Zou Yi, why did you call me! Mom is almost anxious. How are you studying recently? Are you stressed? If you have any difficulties, you have to raise them. Do you understand? ?..."

"Oh, Mom - I understand, I am not a 3-year-old child anymore, why do I have to say such a thing! "

"Huh? Oh, oh! Then... I won't say more. You are going to sleep. Then sleep well! Mom is dead now!"

The mother's voice suddenly became low. It went up an octave, becoming heavy and vague. But Ruoyi seemed to be calm, hung up the phone, and ran to chat with her classmates.

Three minutes of phone call...

Day after day, Zoey could not call her mother on time like before.

Today, my mother is still sitting by the phone, quietly waiting for the call. One second, two seconds...one minute, two minutes...the phone still didn't ring. Her mother was anxious, and she picked up the phone and was about to call Zo?. After two seconds of silence, he gently put down the phone. What happened to her? Could it be that she was afraid that Zoey would lose her temper? Or are you afraid of disturbing her rest? No matter that much, my mother pressed the callback button. This harsh ringing sound (for Zo?) seemed to disturb her happy mood. She picked up the phone:

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

The mother hesitated for a while and couldn't say a word. Imagine hanging up the phone, but still speaking:

"Ruo... Ruoyi! It's mom. I'm calling today to tell you that if you don't have time to call mom, Just stop calling, it’s okay!”

“Oh! I got it, I’ll hang up first!”

“…Well…” The phone has lost the connection. ...

When my mother said these words, she felt so heartbroken! How she wanted to hear her daughter's voice every day! But now...

The night is still quiet, and the sound of crickets in the grass is ringing; mother, sitting by the phone, waiting... Waiting for the phone essay 9

Far away In the far horizon, the lingering clouds were like fire, burning her soul. The glow suddenly slanted on the phone under the dim light...

Youtan's eyes shifted to the phone, mixed with a drunken and worried mood, as if he was waiting for something? The phone never rang. Her hand slowly touched the phone. When she touched the phone button, complex thoughts appeared on her face: Didn't you agree to call me? Why..., maybe he hasn't arrived yet... When she was having a hard time choosing, her phone suddenly rang. The heavy ringing disturbed her thoughts. She immediately picked up the phone in a hurry and put it to her ear, holding it tightly with her hand. , with a fast-paced breathing, shouted as if her throat was broken: "Hello? Xiao Wei? Have you arrived at aunt's house?" "Oh? Sorry, I called the wrong number." "It's okay." Her His lips moved slightly, and there was indescribable anxiety and loss in his eyes.

The silver glow is cool and refreshing, and the chill is refreshing on the March night. She put down the phone. "He may have forgotten, it's so late. I wonder what he is doing?... It's really worrying!" However, the slight voice sounded a bit choked. She just waited and waited, looking at the phone stupidly, like a glass of foaming beer in a light blue translucent plastic cup, accompanied by Gu Ying's self-pitying light and the silence she had experienced for a long time. and worry, everything is like this glass of dark liquid, the boundary between clear and hazy is broken, all existence is a fusion of dark tones, like the mood at this time, sometimes choppy and sometimes very heavy...

The phone did not ring for a long time, "There is no hope, should I continue to wait?..." She stared at the phone silently, decided to pick up the phone and dial the number. A few seconds later, a clear mezzo-soprano voice appeared: "Hello, the number you dialed is busy, please call again later..." Is everything God's will? I just want to know if Xiao Wei has arrived at his aunt's house, can't he? In the quiet night, there was only the "beep" sound that disturbed people's emotions. My heart sank - sure enough, there really was no chance, I still couldn't wait for his call. Her pupils were scattered and unfocused, and her heart was throbbing, as if she had been severely cut open by a knife. Gradually, she lay on the table and fell asleep...

A few birdsong and bells penetrated her morning dream. She slowly woke up, lifted the curtain and looked out. The sunshine outside the window was so soft. When Youtan picked up the phone and rubbed her awake eyes with her hands, she suddenly heard "Sister, I'm sorry. Yesterday I..." She smiled, her smile was so sweet, and she said excitedly: "Xiao Wei , It’s okay. I’m so worried about you! As long as you’re fine, are you having fun at Auntie’s house?”…

Waiting for a call is as bitter as strong tea, but there is a bitterness behind it. A unique sweet scent, an irreplaceable aroma. Waiting for the Call Essay 10

Having a pair of eyes to cry with me is worth suffering for my life.

——Inscription

Another meteor streaked across the dark sky, tearing apart the tranquility of the night. The heart is like a disturbed night, guarding the cold phone, and all kinds of complex emotions take advantage of it...

Ruogu Xunhuai, who once admired Guan Zhongshu Ya, was amazed by Boya Ziqi's close friend. A close friend has touched Li Bai and Wang Lun's deep affection, so in the new stage, he opens his heart and searches for the true love with a smile. Why should the truth and purity as jade and snow be destroyed by other people's rumors? Raising my hand, I touched the cold shell, and time froze in a blink of an eye:

I still remember that I was introverted and reserved at the beginning, unwilling to waste any smile, sticking to my inherent appearance, ice edge Weaving through the crowd as if... The unintentional glance evoked the long-lost emotion deep in my heart. The corner of my mouth slightly raised, and it turned out that I would still smile...

I still remember that night, the chaos came. The dissatisfaction completely defeated the strong last line of defense in my heart. Next to the bank of the small pond, deep in the forest, I was lonely and helpless and sobbed desperately. The night was like a bottomless abyss, only the suffocating willingness and darkness... The sudden "rustling of fallen leaves" "Sound, I didn't panic in my heart. When I turned around, a familiar figure walked towards me kindly. Once again, a slight smile appeared on the corner of my mouth...

I still remember that cheerful Sunday, with tears falling in my heart. Walking alone on the small bridge over the flowing water, watching the ethereal fish playing freely, suddenly, I burst into tears like floods that burst the embankment, and my heart was filled with questions and dissatisfaction with God, why I am always the outcast of fate... There are more in the stream A figure stood silently, silent to each other, but full of nameless touching. For the first time, I discovered that life is not all gloomy. At least the sun shines and warms everyone fairly...

I still remember that time I received the reward for my hard work. Standing in the center of everyone's admiration, a happy smile spread from the depths of his heart on his face. He bypassed everyone's gaze and once again looked for the figure who had accompanied him through countless troughs. However, he only saw the familiar back gradually appearing in front of his eyes. Disappear...

Countless "remembers" and countless touches formed a deep friendship that once seemed like a myth and would last forever, and be as indestructible as the Great Wall!

When you encounter sincerity for the first time, you can have someone to open up a sincere world for you in this turbid world;

When failure comes suddenly, you can have someone to accompany you to swallow the sour tears;

With a complicated heart, you can stay away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and you can have someone to accompany you to chew this endless loneliness;

With the honor lingering, you can avoid all kinds of charming smiles and flattery, and you can have someone to silently bless you after turning around;

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