Let the true feelings show naturally. I was brought up by my grandfather.
When I was a child, I couldn't brush my teeth. Grandpa grabbed my little hand with his big hand and sat on the stool with a small toothbrush to help me brush my teeth. I opened my mouth wide, leaned over to my grandfather and put my toothbrush in my mouth. Grandpa is very careful and gentle. His eyes stared at my mouth unblinkingly, brushing inside and outside, frowning from time to time. It seems that my teeth are covered with aphids, and he is trying to find them one by one. Grandpa likes to brush his teeth while humming "three times left, three times right, twist his neck, twist his ass ..." Every time he brushes his teeth, he will sing a song until I can't hold on, and my mouth will flow out. After brushing, he looked at my white teeth and smiled with satisfaction, as if he had finished a work with great care.
When I was two or three years old, my grandfather gave me a talking wallpaper. As long as I push harder, it will read the corresponding numbers and symbols. When I finished reciting those numbers and operation symbols, my grandfather began to teach me to recite multiplication formulas and compete with me who could recite them faster. I always win, and grandpa can beat me only occasionally when I am not serious. When he bathes me, he will laugh at me, and he will deliberately hum those old songs and squint at himself. But I have always been unconvinced to recite multiplication formula loudly and make trouble with him. Grandpa will pretend not to care and continue to sing "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" No one can succeed casually ... "But whenever I make a mistake, my grandfather can always find out and remind me at the first time.
In the summer afternoon, I like to stay in the air-conditioned room with my grandfather. Grandpa turned on the TV and taught me to sing those beautiful old songs: "Time flies, I only care about you ..." At this time, Grandpa seems to be 20 years younger, and the "F" wrinkles on his forehead will slowly unfold, fade and become shallow with the notes ... I looked at Grandpa's face and hummed word by word. Sometimes grandpa sings when he rides a bike to buy food or sends me to kindergarten. Grandpa also likes to take me around by bike. When going uphill, I will sing with him: "Unity is strength, this strength is iron, this strength is steel!" " "In the cheerful singing, the speed of the bicycle has also become faster.
I remember when I was in the second grade, there was a topic of "sawing wood" in my math homework. I can't do it, and my parents are not at home. I had to ask my grandfather, who patiently explained it to me and did experiments with me. Grandpa deliberately exaggerated the action of sawing wood, and finally made a small model, which finally saved me from the fog. The next day, in the math exam, the last additional question was "sawing wood". Remembering the model my grandfather made for me the night before, I answered it smoothly and got a hundred points. I couldn't help humming the song that Grandpa sang: "Our future is in the field of hope ..."
Let the true feelings show naturally. Memory is like a five-flavor bottle, which contains sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. One day, I accidentally knocked over this five-flavor bottle, and a drop of bitterness fell into my mouth, which made me taste the bitterness.
I have a beloved album, which is full of my favorite anime images and Q characters, and full of works that make me proud and proud. Gradually, it has become everything to me, but I will not deliberately show it off proudly, but will hide it from others. As long as I am inspired, I will try my best to draw it. I hid it in a very hidden place-the innermost part of the drawer.
On this day, my classmates sent me a nice cartoon card. I hurried home, finished my homework and opened the drawer, only to find that the drawer was empty-the album was stolen or missing. I stare big eyes, a face of surprise, hurry-scurry, at that time, as if the air is frozen, looking out of the window, the sky is so gloomy that I can't breathe, and the dark green Parthenocissus on the wall of the old house downstairs is as melancholy as me. I expected it to appear miraculously as expected, but it didn't. There is no trace of it under the bed, under the wardrobe or in the schoolbag. I walked out of the room with a sullen face, only to see my sister come and peek at my painting and fiddle with it, and then open it to peek at my work. I also turned a page and picked up my own watercolor pen to scribble.
Seeing this scene, I became angry from embarrassment and rushed over, grabbed the album, slapped her on the back and loudly accused: "I caught it red-handed! You not only read my picture book, but also want to doodle yourself. You are so annoying! " My elder sister seemed very wronged and said with tears in her eyes, "Brother, I bought this myself." Who believes it? Where did you get the money? "Mom gave me money. A few days ago, you said that your album was running out, which was like my mother bought two identical ones, one for you and one for me. This is mine, yours is on the table ... "Then tears fell. Mother came out of the bedroom to confirm after hearing my scolding.
Looking at my sister who threw herself into my mother's arms and the picture album that fell to the ground, I was extremely surprised and my nose was sour. I regret my scolding. I hold my sister in tears-my sister who is distressed and beaten. My sister's crying spread all over the living room and the whole house.
The leaves outside the window are as vibrant as beautiful emeralds, and the birds are singing on the windowsill, as if they were like my sister's innocent and pure heart. But I think the sun is too dazzling and I feel guilty.
Let the true feelings naturally reveal the composition 800 words 3 "I came to this world to see the sunshine." Balmont's pursuit of light moved me; In order to wait for the last maple leaf to fall, she stood in the bleak autumn wind for a long time, and the little girl's simple persistence moved me; In order to reassure my wife who accompanied me through the difficulties, grandma looked at him in the hospital bed with tears in her eyes, and the love of the old couple touched me. ...
I got an emergency in the summer vacation and was forced to stay in the hospital for a week. I thought it was seven days full of suffering and pain, but it was warm and full because of this touching and my unexpected meeting.
When I first entered the ward, I noticed him lying alone in the hospital bed: his thin cheeks were slightly trapped in the snow-white pillow, his dry arms were propped up beside him, the messy quilt was around him, and the liquid medicine was dripping in mid-air. My mother was busy sorting things out, and I just stared at him-my lonely grandfather. Mother accidentally made a little noise, only to see his eyelids quiver, as if he had exhaled a turbid breath and coughed huskily. At this time, the bright morning glow has been generously sprinkled into the ward, and the clear and pure beam has woven flowers in the corner, but it has not won grandpa's favor. His eyes lit up as he stared at the medicine bottle hanging overhead. I saw that he took a few deep breaths, propped up his upper body with his uneven elbow, grabbed the regulating valve with his other hand, and with a flick of his hand, the liquid medicine poured down like a flood that burst its banks.
Just when I was puzzled and shocked by Grandpa's actions, there was a burst of footsteps at the door-a thin old woman appeared in the ward. She was carrying two bags of fruit in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on the infusion bottle hanging above the grandfather at the first time.
"Drop, answer, drop, answer." I saw that the medicine made the second hand drop a lot. Grandma dropped the fruit in her hand and walked a few steps to grandpa's bedside. Her hands bypassed the small regulating valve and her eyes swam back and forth between the infusion bottle and the fingertips. Grandpa's eyes are closed at the moment, and the lines embedded in the corners of his eyes want to be silent. After a silence of breathing, the old woman bent down and grabbed the regulating valve with one hand, as if to hold it in her palm. "How many times, you don't listen. You old man, no matter how fast the infusion is, I am also a pair of legs and feet. This time, I bought more food you like, so I should be able to infusion with peace of mind. " After that, the grandmother smiled helplessly, but more was the joy that was hard to hide after the robbery. Grandpa gave up pretending to sleep and replied in a daze, "Good, good."
Today, this feeling still quietly stops in my inner harbor, so quiet, so warm and so firm. It not only tells a story about eternity, but also sings a song in my ear called "If you are well, it will be sunny".
Let the true feelings show naturally. At sunset, the sun stretched wearily and was ready to go home. Darkness is about to cover the earth. In front of the yard, several children sneaked together as if discussing something. It turns out that they want to go to the factory by bike, but they are afraid that their parents will disagree. So I decided to sneak in. At this moment, a little boy suddenly ran in. The other children are confused and don't know what he is going to do.
After waiting for a long time, the little boy hasn't come out, and the other children are a little impatient. At this time, there was a faint roar in the room, which startled them. A little girl said, "It's broken. Her father must have found it. Run! " "At the same time, all the children ran away.
The little girl who just spoke didn't run back to her home, but ran to the room upstairs. Because she knows very well that if she is downstairs, she will be easily found.
The little girl locked the door as soon as she arrived at the room, so she didn't turn on the light for fear of being found. The girl clearly heard her heartbeat. She walked uneasily around the room, muttering, "What should I do? What should I do? Will I be discovered? " ? God bless, don't let them find me ... "After a moment of calm, she walked carefully to the window and prepared to investigate the situation. I saw the trees downstairs rustling in the wind, and the lights at home were much dimmer than usual. Was it discovered? The little girl's heart thumped.
Just then, she saw the boy come out. "Finished, finished, he must have told his father in criticizing our plan to secretly ride a bike to the factory to play this secret. His father will definitely tell my parents. " Suddenly, the girl began to get nervous again. "Will I be found ... I don't think so, it's hidden here ... what if he tells my dad?" Thinking of this, the girl felt that her father was looking for her. "At this rate, will be found sooner or later. I have to go down! " Then she summoned up her courage and walked down carefully.
The girl lingered at the door for a long time. She found that her family didn't know, so she sneaked into the room. The girl didn't dare to make any noise at will, so she went to sleep after washing. But this time she didn't sleep well at all, and she always had nightmares. It was not until the next morning that the girl knew that the boy's father had not scolded him, and the boy came out to play with them.
That girl is me. The anxiety that night taught me to discuss everything with my parents and not to do something unknown or dangerous in secret.
Let the true feelings show naturally. I have a beautiful wish in my heart: I want to be a calligrapher.
I vaguely remember that I fell in love with the teacher when he wrote vigorous and powerful Chinese characters on the paper. Those originally quiet ink figures seem to have extended their tender tentacles to me, touched my dry heart and overflowed the source of pure spirit.
So, accompanied by my mother, I began to copy my yearning with immature pen and ink. Spread a piece of rice paper, grind an inkstone, lift a pen, hang your wrist, put pen to paper, and return to the front. Soft brush, mixed with ink, condensed into my fascination with calligraphy. In this way, my little heart has a great desire to become a calligrapher.
When I take a pen at my desk, I will inevitably touch the ink on my finger and wipe it on my face inadvertently. "Face painting" became a silent pet between my mother's eyes.
Gradually, under the instruction of my mother, my understanding of calligraphy is not limited to her superficial physical beauty. Calligraphy is a bridge that carries the culture of China for thousands of years. The ancients recorded anecdotes in life with a brush, wrote down traces of history and passed on the fine virtues of their ancestors. Calligraphy is the crystallization of China people's wisdom, which is beyond others' reach.
Time flies, I gradually grow up, my desk is brand-new, but piles of exercise papers are getting higher and higher. The season turned to winter, the north wind roared, and the window was white. The partners are happy to chase and fight in the snow, and there are bursts of laughter. I was a little shaken when I practiced calligraphy. Eyes look out from time to time, and after writing for a long time, few of them are right. My mother noticed my half-heartedness and said softly, "haven't you always wanted to be a calligrapher?" My mother's advice made me suddenly enlightened. I picked up the brush and began to practice again. Since you chose to learn calligraphy, since you chose to experience the rich charm of ink, don't let yourself down.
Standing for a long time makes me feel a little tired. Just when I wanted to stop and have a rest, I inadvertently saw my silent mother fall asleep exhausted and the book was still on her lap. I have never seen her so serious: her back is bent, her hands are covered with cocoons, and her hair has turned gray at some point. Silently, she accompanied me for many days and nights. Thought of here, I straightened my back and continued to stand in front of my desk, pen.
Stacks of practice rolls pile up into smiling faces of time, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter. Lian Bi from indecision to handy, dry pen never follow one's inclinations.
Take dreams as a horse and live up to your youth. In the future, I will definitely show my skills in the calligraphy museum and realize this lofty wish.
Let the true feelings show naturally. I can finally look forward to a three-day holiday. On the first day of my holiday, I came to my grandfather's house.
When I got off the bus, I was like a runaway wild horse. I went straight to grandpa's house and shouted excitedly all the way. When I saw my grandfather, he was just idle, so I took out my fishing rod, dragged him to the pond and started fishing.
I watched grandpa fish first, only to see grandpa pick up the fishing rod in one hand and the bait in the other, hang the bait on the hook, and then throw the fishing rod at will. Bang, I saw half of the red and white buoys sinking into the water. "Wow-good technology." I cried excitedly, thinking that I could be as skilled as grandpa's movements just now, and I couldn't help giggling. After much deliberation, I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, the buoy sank quickly, floated again, and then sank and floated again intermittently. My heart almost jumped into my throat. "Lift the pole, lift the pole!" I shouted excitedly and everyone jumped up. "Don't mention it again, the fish has escaped." Grandpa was in no hurry, and his mouth picked: "Don't worry, fishing should be impatient, and it's not too late to mention it when the fish is completely bitten." After a while, grandpa suddenly lifted the pole, took the line in and held a big fish in his hand.
Then, it was my turn to go fishing. I loaded the bait, threw the line out and flung the hook into the water, and the buoy was in the right position. Suddenly, the buoy sank. I gasped, my heart beat. "Done, done, here comes the fish." I muttered to myself. I raised my fishing rod and shouted what Grandpa always said: "Lift the fishing rod and bring the fish." As a result, there was nothing-the fish escaped, "alas-"I sighed, like a deflated ball, and the fishing rod dangling in front of me seemed to laugh at me: "Who told you to be impatient? Haven't you heard that you can't eat hot tofu when you are impatient? " "It's so hard." I said. "Don't worry, I told you, it's not too late to ask again when the fish is completely bitten. Try again. " Grandpa encouraged me. "Very good." I replied.
Throw the fishing rod again, and the rest is to wait patiently. I sat cross-legged on the lawn, took a deep breath, calmed myself down and felt the breeze, sunshine and fishing comfort. The sun climbed above my head. I don't know how long it took. The buoy began to move. I was very excited, but soon it was quiet again. At this time, my patience was tested. After a while, the buoy moved faster and faster. "I took the bait." I suddenly mentioned, "Lift the pole and the fish will come." Sure enough! I jumped up happily and finally caught a big and fat fish. "Yes, I can fish already." Grandpa cast an approving look.
It will be afternoon soon. Facing the dazzling sunshine, I couldn't help laughing.
Let the true feelings show naturally. Seven people with 800 words will have many emotions, just like a colorful picture. There will be joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, and it is human nature to be moved.
I remember last year, I went shopping with my mother. The street was crowded with people, and countless people crowded into the shops. At that time, the weather was very hot. I begged my mother to buy me an ice cream, but she said eating ice cream was bad for my health. I had a hard time persuading her. She took me to the nearby grocery store and bought me an ice cream wrapped in a plastic bag. When she saw that I was enjoying ice cream before I started eating it, she told me not to run around, so she went into the store and bought a dress. At that time, there was a trash can next to it, but I couldn't wait, so I tore up the plastic bag and threw it on the ground, thinking while eating: Anyway, just leave it there for a while, and I'll throw it in the trash can after eating. I ate slowly, eating and eating, and saw an aunt coming this way with a broom in the distance. When she came to see me, she didn't say a word. I looked at her carefully: wearing an orange dress that said District Cleaning Team, wearing a pair of black pants with a hole in her knee, which seemed to have been washed for a long time, wearing a straw hat on her head and holding a broom at hand. I looked down on her from the beginning, and she actually bent down and pointed at my feet. I began to get impatient: "You old woman, you don't know good or bad, do you?" The words sound just fell, she looked up and looked around, but it was empty. She gave me a hard push on the shoulder with her hand, and then the telephone pole fell straight down. I was confused at that time. He tried to save me. When I was ready to thank her, she turned and left, ignoring me and cleaning other places. My mother bought clothes, and I just finished eating ice cream. I was going to go home with my mother, but I heard an old man's voice: "Wife, you know you are dumb, and you have to clean the street in the hot sun." You still have to come back with me to enjoy the cool. It's too difficult. " Then the old man took out a bottle of water and handed it to her, and took out a towel to help her wipe her sweat. The old lady sweeping the street gestured, and the old man said, "What? A boy scolded you just now, and you saved him. Forget it, don't worry about those people. " I was shocked again. I couldn't help crying when I saw her speechless. ...
From now on, I won't look down on others, because everyone can help themselves. After thinking about it, I decided to be such a person in the future to repay the society and the motherland. This time I was moved, which I will never forget.
Let the true feelings show naturally. I still remember that terrible thing. It was a Sunday. I lost my best friend that day.
My friend is a cute little mouse named whole grains, or cereal for short. My grandfather caught it as a pet on a Sunday. At first, I thought it was strange. I always like to play hide-and-seek with me, but after I fed it several times, it gradually became close to me and became good friends. Every day, as soon as school is over, I rush home and shout its name. From school at night to dark, I have fun with it until dinner.
But on that Sunday, something terrible happened. That day, I didn't let my grandmother take care of me, so I went out to play with my children alone. I can't find it when I call my name at home at night. I was so anxious to look everywhere, but I couldn't find it. When I finally walked to grandma's room with a tired and anxious heart and only a glimmer of hope, I saw a cat with my cereal in its mouth! "Smelly cat, let go of my valley!" I grabbed the stick in a rage and threw it at the cat. The cat was startled, spit out the grain and ran away.
I quickly picked up Gugu, like holding a priceless gem, but I found a terrible fact that Gugu could not be resurrected. "Bang" thunder fell from the sky and hit my heart hard. My heart was filled with a deep sense of loss for the first time, but then it turned into anger. I rushed out and put goo goo in my pocket, trying to hit the cat. The dog on the side came to cheer for the cat. It seems to know that I am usually afraid of dogs and barked at me as soon as I came up, but it didn't expect that I was furious, fearless and invincible at the death of Gu Gu. I hit it directly with a stick, and the dog saw my posture and ran away with its tail between its legs. But when I tried to hit the cat, my grandmother caught me. "Don't hit the cat, it's a new neighbor. If you want a pet, you can ask your grandfather to catch a bird for you. " "No, I don't want it. I just want my valley! " I ran into the room crying and looked at the valley quietly. I am very sad, yes! How can I not be sad? The real black hand behind the scenes is not actually a cat, a dog or a grandmother, but a little master who I love and like to play with! It was all because I was addicted to playing antique that I died so miserably. If it weren't for my negligence, then GuGu must still be alive, skipping with me.
The leaves on the small tree rustled as if they were feeling sad for me. Xiaohua hung her head and looked listless. But how can they know the pain in my heart!
Since then, I have never kept a pet, because I am afraid of losing them.
Let the true feelings show naturally. The cold wind is rustling, the leaves are falling, and some birds are flying in the sky. I sat alone on the playground, looking at the high sky, and my thoughts could not help flying. ...
The scene of a few days ago reappeared in my mind. I am the fastest runner in my class, and I have made my mark in the selection exam. This time, as a class representative, I am ready to participate in the school 800-meter race, full of confidence. In addition, I always insist on hard exercise, so I will definitely win, and I think I will get a good ranking.
The game is about to begin. I stood at the starting line, and a sense of tension permeated my whole body. I looked at my opponent next to me, feeling a little contemptuous. But when the starting gun rang, I found myself behind my opponent. Although I run hard, I still have a few steps to go. No matter how hard I try, I can't catch up. My heart is full of fear and anxiety. I can't hear the cheers and applause of my classmates at all, only the finish line is left in my eyes.
Finally sprinted, but didn't even make it to the final. At the moment I learned the news, I couldn't laugh anymore, which was usually funny. I sneaked into a corner of the small garden and secretly healed. I failed my classmates' hopes for me, and I blamed myself for my arrogance!
I don't know when tears will fall on my face. I grabbed the weeds in the corner of the flower bed and didn't know how to face myself. It was very quiet around, except for the sobs I tried to suppress.
I don't know when the teacher came to me. She patted me on the shoulder, touched my head, smiled and didn't mean to blame me at all. I bowed my head at once. She said softly, "Are you sad that you can't win glory for your class?" I nodded, then lowered my head, closed my eyes and said nothing.
"It doesn't matter, the game is not only a result, but also an attitude. Teachers and classmates all know that you tried your best, that is, hello. You are the pride of our class! Everyone is looking for you everywhere. "
I looked up and saw the teacher's eyes shining, but I couldn't believe it. I raised my tears and looked at the blue sky. At this time, white clouds floated leisurely, and the sun shone on my face, which made my face red. I asked blankly, "Really?" She nodded and replied, "Really!" "But I let everyone down!" "But everyone has seen your efforts and confidence!" I'm finally relieved. "Really!" I raised the back of my hand to dry the tears in my eyes. "I will definitely continue to work hard!" "She smiled at me and walked with me to the teaching building.
Several yellow leaves fall with the wind, leaving a beautiful arc. As the sun sets, the cold wind blows through my ears, and my little heart is full of warmth. ...
Let the true feelings naturally reveal the composition 800 words 10 The true feelings are the warm sun that warms your cold heart; True feelings are a clear spring that washes away your unhappiness; True feelings are a bright light in the darkness, illuminating your way forward. ...
My father has always been a serious and boring man He doesn't like to talk and he doesn't get close to me. I don't think he loves me and doesn't care about me, but what happened that summer seems to have given me a blow and completely shattered my pride.
It was raining cats and dogs, and I sat in the classroom and studied by myself absently. "Why doesn't it stop raining outside?" What should I do after school? The weather forecast didn't report that it would rain today! What if mom didn't bring me an umbrella? "My heart is very anxious.
When the school bell rang, the students rushed out of the campus and walked home with their parents under umbrellas. I am full of expectation, imagining my little umbrella, imagining my mother playing happily with me in the rain ... but at this moment, God is going to be against me, my electronic watch rings, and my mother's eager voice comes: "Baby, mom is working overtime today, and dad is coming to pick you up!" ""Dad? " I asked doubtfully, "but ..." "I hung up before I could say anything more.
Dad is very busy at work and often isn't at home. Occasionally, when I have a holiday, he will find fault with me and always criticize what I have done. It's not right, it's not right ... He never dotes on his daughter like other people's fathers. Many times, I think he is bored, so I close the door and ignore him, leaving him alone to nag.
The rain interrupted my thoughts. Looking at the heavy rain and fewer and fewer students on campus, I feel more and more disappointed. Like a stone sinking to the bottom of the sea, my father shouldn't have come to pick me up. All he has in mind is work. How can he ask for leave for me?
It's raining harder and harder, and I don't expect it. I put my schoolbag on my head and ran home. Just running to the school gate, a familiar shadow appeared. It's dad! His clothes were wrinkled, his hair was wet by the rain, a few locks of hair were lying on his forehead at sixes and sevens, mud was splashed on the corners of his trousers, and his shiny shoes were dirty. His eyes lost their former brilliance, leaving only a mess. "Oh, I'm sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road. Dad, get off the bus and run! Sorry! " Dad said to me as he opened his umbrella. It turns out that my father cares about me and there is a warm current in my heart. "Dad" I threw myself into my father's arms. I said the words I haven't said for many years, "I love you! Dad "Dad's eyes were red and he smiled and said to me," Dad loves you, too. " Maybe this is the dignity of a man, and this is the special way that Dad loves me.
Rain not only broke my pride, but also broke my heart for many years-I know my father loves me, too, but in different ways. There is a kind of fatherly love called guardianship, and there is a kind of true love called obscurity!