Comment on the composition of birthday story continuation

1. How to write a composition "The First Birthday" comments by the tutor Lu Shuyi.

I am ten years old and have never celebrated my mother's birthday.

My mother works hard. Because the unit is far from home, she goes to work before dawn every day and comes home after dark, cooking, washing clothes, tutoring and checking my homework for me ... and she is busy until late at night. My mother loves me the most. Whenever I feel sick, she is very anxious and takes me to the hospital. I had already had ten birthdays when I was ten years old. My mother always buys me a birthday cake and carefully prepares a birthday present, but she never mentions her birthday. My mother's birthday is Saturday this year. I want to give her a surprise to repay my mother's love.

On mom's birthday, she went to work overtime early again. I got up as soon as my mother left, and I got busy after finishing my homework. Knowing that my mother loves cleanliness, I wiped the table spotless first, and then carefully swept it all over the place. After cleaning the room and putting everything in order, I took out my pocket money this month and went to a nearby store to buy a bunch of pink carnations and a very beautiful greeting card. I put the flowers in the vase and put them in order. It will say "Happy birthday, Mom!" "Our greeting card is next to the vase. Everything is ready, just waiting for mom to go home.

At noon 12, my mother finally came back. She opened the door and called my name. I came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of noodle soup in my hand, respectfully put it in front of my mother and said excitedly, "Today is your birthday. I try to make longevity noodles. Do you want to try? " My mother smiled, looked at the flowers and greeting cards on the table, gently stroked my head and said happily, "Son, you are really grown up and sensible." Then, she quickly took the bowl in my hand and sat at the table, eating it with relish, even saying it was delicious. My heart is full of joy. I have been watching my mother eat all the noodles, and silently said to myself, "I will make you longevity noodles for your birthday in the future, and I wish you health and longevity." Mom, I love you!

2. Comment on the composition celebrating mom's birthday to celebrate mom's birthday

Today is Sunday, a special day-mother's birthday.

My father and I agreed to surprise my mother. My father and I went to the cake shop and chose a particularly beautiful cake for my mother. It's strawberry, because my mother likes strawberry. I also specially tied colorful ribbons on the cake box, which is very beautiful. We also bought a floral candle.

When I get home, my father makes longevity noodles and I make greeting cards. I picked up my favorite colored pen and drew flowers on the paper, and wrote a few words on it: Happy birthday to my mother! After I finished the greeting card, I helped my father make longevity noodles together. After a while, suddenly, there was a knock at the door outside, and I quickly ran to open the door. Mother walked in the door, looking flattered. She just stood there. I quickly took my mother's hand and pulled her to the seat. Dad held out three bowls of delicious longevity noodles on the table, and then we ate them with relish. After eating noodles, dad took out the cake and put it on the table. As soon as I saw it, I quickly took out the carefully prepared gift-greeting card and gave it to my mother. I said softly, "Mom, I hope you are happy every day and smile as beautifully as a flower." Mom listened and said happily, "Thank you." My father and I said in unison, "You're welcome." Then, dad lit the candle. "Make a wish, make a wish." I said to my mother anxiously. Mother closed her eyes, raised her hands and made a wish. Next, dad pulled out the candle, then cut the cake and handed it to us. We picked up the cake and ate it happily, talking and laughing.

Mother's birthday was spent in laughter.

3. How to write my parents' birthday in the same year, the same month and the same day?

I've always been curious about how they found each other in the vast sea of people and stayed together so firmly. I tried to ask them, but they always laughed and said nothing.

Until their birthdays, the light of candles reflected the white hair on the temples, and I smelled old and helpless in the crow's feet hidden in the corner of my eyes. The setting sun in the evening obliquely entered the hall feebly, and everything was stained with a layer of melancholy yellow.

At that moment, my heart trembled slightly: my parents are getting old with time. Twenty-five years ago today, my 17-year-old parents may have opened their yellowed diaries, looking forward to the future and pursuing their ideals.

Twenty-five years have passed in anticipation. Maybe they will sigh themselves. Always in my spare time, I count the time one second at a time, complaining about why time passes so slowly. Until I get busy, time flies in the busy. Looking back, I feel lost, but I can only sigh and recall the lost time.

If the length of the night had not been lengthened and shortened, I could not have noticed the passage of time. Every day is like yesterday, repeating itself.

It was not until the night became shorter and shorter, and the fallen leaves fell along the quiet road in the past, as if it were still rainy season, but there were already snowflakes floating outside the window, that I realized that time was in my vision for the future, and year after year passed. Suddenly I like nostalgia.

Why? Do I know? Maybe it's because the past always brings good things. Friends, playmates ... don't worry about anything, just focus on discovering and feeling the beauty of nature ... time and distance are the most easily forgotten things. It is difficult to reach a complete tacit understanding with a person, but it is much easier to lose this tacit understanding.

I once had a friend, a real friend. We have known each other since the third grade of primary school, and we are inseparable almost every day.

In the second day of junior high school, I made an agreement with him: we should be good friends for life, comfort each other and accept each other forever. However, when I saw him again after only one year's separation, I was horrified to find that there was no tacit understanding between us.

There is no longer the ability to communicate with each other just by staring into our eyes. We are just ordinary friends with each other, so ordinary that we have to be polite friends even to help a little. Just one year has washed away our seven-year friendship, which we naively thought would never change.

I really want to suddenly find myself asleep in the primary school class. The afterglow of the sunset is projected under the shadow of the trees, and the sunshine of childhood is scattered all over the place, hitting the innocent face.

Squinting slightly, the sunshine full of memories reflects endless gorgeous loneliness. The lost memories are slowly recovered bit by bit, and the notes composed of familiar, unfamiliar and dribs and drabs of memories form a decadent and gorgeous movement, which seems familiar but forgotten.

So familiar, but never remember. Regret because of losing the past; Because the past has our best memories, so we recall; We began to sigh because we missed so much. We always want to go back to the past and make even a little change to ourselves.

However, time will continue to pass, and the source of many tragedies comes down to three words, which is also an inevitable and helpless law: you can't go back. What you lose is what you don't deserve.

What you miss is what you never had. Let bygones be bygones.

4. Continue to write a composition about birthday gifts. birthday gift

Tomorrow is my birthday. My mother said to me, "I will work overtime tomorrow." I'll give you 30 yuan and you can spend it yourself. " When I heard this sentence, I was very unhappy. I really want to cry and laugh at my unwillingness. But I immediately thought, my mother is not like this at ordinary times. For example, on my birthday last year, my mother bought me a cake early and said to me, is your friend free today? Let them come to my house for your birthday, and I will sing them a birthday song. "Hey, my friend, yes, my friend, I will invite my friend to my home for a birthday party tomorrow.

The next morning, I bought a birthday cake in the market with 30 yuan from my mother and invited my friends. The day passed quickly. At 7 o'clock in the evening, all my friends were in place, just waiting for the party to start. My friends and I are very busy, setting the table, setting the birthday cake and singing birthday songs. Let's not talk about how happy we are. At that moment, the door suddenly opened, and there stood a beautiful woman, wearing a red down jacket, a red silk scarf, a pair of big eyes, a big birthday cake in her hand and a birthday song in her mouth. I was shocked. My mother came back when Yan came. I cried happily: mom, mom. "

It turned out that my mother specially asked for leave to spend my birthday with me, and I was so excited that I shed tears. . . My birthday party that night was a great success, and I still remember it vividly. My friends really support me, and my mother's care for my children excites me and makes me forge ahead.

5. Precious Gifts The most precious gift in life is often my favorite thing. Some people like toys, some people like books, some people like school supplies, some people like ... but I think the most precious gift in my life is my mother.

When I was a child, my grandmother always gave me many gifts that I liked on my birthday. However, gradually, my grandmother stopped giving me gifts and just said to me, "Son, I have given you many gifts, and you can't have any more of them."

Grandma said it over and over again, but I didn't know what the gift was. Once, I even searched Baidu. What was the result? I waited and waited, but the result was "I can't show it ..." I was so angry that I asked my grandmother, but she said, "I have to think for myself!" I have no choice but to think for one year, two years and three years. ...

Finally, I told my grandmother the result of my thoughts. My grandmother casually said, "Wrong! No! No! All wet! " I thought to myself: have all my thoughts become waste in recent years? Grandma is confused, put

"Right" is "wrong", it must be like this! Then, I asked, "My answer just now is right …" Before I finished, my grandmother quickly said, "I told you that was wrong. Why is your hearing worse than mine? "

So what! "It seems that grandma is angry, so I hurried to my room.

From that moment on, I often comfort myself with the phrase "I am still young, in kindergarten, and my mind is not very big".

Gradually, I grew up and went to primary school. When I confided my thoughts to my grandmother again on my birthday, she said happily, "Son, you have made a lot of progress than before!" " Now this idea is half wrong and half right.

Ah! "I can't believe my big ears. I quickly said, "Is it true?" "Of course it's true, but it takes some time! "Hearing this, I am very happy, so this is my childhood.

Children's Garden is the happiest, happiest and most lively birthday now.

After years of thinking, on my tenth birthday, I said to my grandmother, "It's my mother and you and her love for me! Right? " Grandma smiled and replied, "Exactly!" I am so happy that I can't help thinking: I am afraid this is the happiest time in my life! Zhou Ji daquan

The most precious gifts in my life are my mother and my grandmother. These two gifts are even more precious than my life. I will cherish these two precious "gifts".

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I remember I once wrote a short story: Peter is recognized as a poor student in the class, but he has a mother who loves him very much. Once, he failed the math exam in his class and got 13. Peter was extremely depressed.

He dare not face his mother who worked hard for his tuition. When he walked in with heavy steps, he saw his mother's bright smile. Peter summoned up the courage to tell her about the exam. Unexpectedly, her mother

I read the terrible paper carefully. Instead of criticizing and hitting him severely, I touched Peter's head and said with a smile, "Oh, little Peter, mom doesn't think you are stupid!" " You see, these topics are all good

Probably because of carelessness? Mom believes in you, you can do better! "Peter looked at his mother in surprise. Suddenly, he felt full of strength. ...

I suppose you know the ending of the story? Yes, Peter succeeded! However, have you ever wondered what is the main reason for his success? I think besides his own efforts, there is another important point.

Part-Mother's encouragement and trust. Some people may object that these two words are too "polite", but I don't think so, because I have experienced it personally-

I remember that in the first half of the sixth grade, I wrote a short article entitled "Adventures on a Desert Island" on the weekend. I showed it to my parents and evaluated it. Dad smiled, but he never smiled when he read my article.

"Well, good! However, I feel like it's not over yet. Please lengthen it! " Dad told me a lot, but I didn't listen to a word. I just remembered to lengthen the article. Before my father finished, I quickly grabbed my composition.

Ben, go upstairs and write. It's really lucky that the inspiration is different!

In this way, it took me several weekends to lengthen my composition.

However, before it was over, the inspiration flew away. I just sit on the stool and think for a few minutes, dozens of minutes … even hours! However, I just can't think of anything to write. Writing a composition is not inspirational, but the most sought after.

The most annoying and helpless thing is that I threw down my pen in a rage and dropped a pile of manuscript paper on the ground. Mom may have heard the noise. She opened the door, walked in, picked up the pen and paper on the floor and put it on the table. Then,

She came up to me and said, "What? So one setback knocked you down? You know, success requires hard work! Don't you think it's a pity to retreat like this? " "But I ..." "I know, mom believes.

You, you can write this story well! "I have no time to defend anything. Don't! Suddenly I feel that there is nothing to defend. Come on! Keep writing and you will succeed!

The future is persistence.

I think, God gave me the most precious thing in the world, the most beautiful gift, and it helped me find self-confidence, that is, encouragement and trust.

Li Xiaoming's birthday is a private sequel (100 word composition, good sentence). He heard his classmates say, "Last week was my birthday, and my mother and father bought me a big cake." Xiao Ming was very uncomfortable and thought: I want to celebrate my birthday, too, but my parents are working in other places ... At this moment, his face suddenly changed and he took out a note saying, "I miss you!" " But the paper fell off, and the monitor Li Xiaoyu saw that he was determined to help him celebrate his birthday.

Li Xiaoyu told everyone, so they decided to hold a birthday party. The next morning, they took out all the balloons, ribbons, cakes, flowers and candles they bought. 6 1 of the whole class came to celebrate Li Xiaoming's birthday. Some students blow balloons, some hang ribbons, some set a flower table, and some draw a blackboard newspaper that says "Li Xiaoming's birthday party".

When Li Xiaoming wanted to say hello to Lao You, he found that the teacher was not there, only to find that "Li Xiaoming's birthday party" was written on the blackboard. As soon as he entered the room, the students turned off the lights and sang birthday songs together. Li Xiaoming's eyes are full of tears, and the tears reflected by candlelight are like the stars in the sky.

Ding-dong, Ding-dong, the bell rang, and Li Xiaoming's birthday party was over, but the warm friendship among the students still echoed in the classroom, and Li Xiaoming also had a happy smile on his face.

7. Continue to write stories. In the fourth paragraph of Li Xiaoming's birthday, the Chiang family began to mourn. Wang Ran cried and said, "Will you be born with sorrow?" Then our service is unfortunate, and it is also unfortunate not to reply to my fu.

If you don't serve me, you will be ill for a long time. I have lived in my hometown for three generations, and now I am sixty years old.

Neighbors are embarrassed on their birthdays and tired when they go out. Screaming and moving, hungry and thirsty.

Touch the wind and rain, make the cold hot, shout hiss, often the dead, borrow each other. Those who live with my ancestors have no rooms today.

The man who lives with my father has no room today. Those who have lived with me for twelve years have nothing to do with it today.

Die or migrate. I live by catching snakes alone. Fierce officials came to my hometown, clamoring for things, running north and south; Those who are stunned and frightened, although they are restless.

I stood up and looked at it, while my snake was still lying. Eat it and sometimes offer it.

The next best thing is to eat the things in the soil, so as to do the best. Guy was guilty at the age of one, and everyone else was happy. If there is Dan in my hometown, it is true.

Although this is the death, it is later than my neighbor's death. How dare you poison me? "。