An information college entrance examination perfect score composition and an information composition model essay

1. In the early morning twilight, whenever I get off and walk to school, there is always a rush of persuasion behind me: "Send me a message when you get to school." Every day, I embark on a journey to school in the gradual disappearance of this voice.

2. "SMS, SMS, be sure to send SMS." On the way, I kept talking. But as soon as I entered the school, my mind was full of study, and the short message had long been forgotten by me in the corner.

However, every time I get to school, I will be interrupted by a rush of "Rinrin bell". I secretly took out my mobile phone, and there were always two words on the SMS prompt: mom. After opening it, there were only a few short and urgent words on it: Have you arrived? And I had to reply to this short message impatiently, thinking: alas, it's really annoying, and I have to send a short message in two steps! However, because I went to class the night before and turned my mobile phone to mute, I naturally didn't see the annoying news.

The Chinese class on this day happens to be a composition class. Halfway through the composition, I looked up at the other students. When my eyes swept to the small window at the back door, I suddenly froze. I saw my mother blushing and watching quietly through the small window. Her eyes seemed anxious, but they seemed to blame. The emotion hidden in her eyes is complex and deep, like a stagnant pool, which I can't understand. This is the only look I didn't understand when I was growing up. When I came to my senses, my mother had turned away, leaving only a string of hurried footsteps and a hurried back that gradually disappeared ... Looking at this back, my heart was sour and my eyes felt a little wet. When I got home, my mother greeted me and helped me with my schoolbag. I thought I would be scolded, but I didn't expect to be invited to eat fruit. As if nothing had happened.

5. I took out my mobile phone at night, and my mailbox was full of short messages from my mother, all of which said: Have you arrived yet? Thinking about my mother's anxiety when texting, my tears finally poured out and slipped on my face. Three short words, too shocking.

6. Now every day after I get to school, I send a short message to my mother with a big smiling face.