In daily study, work and life, everyone has probably dealt with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following is a collection of my high school grade one heart-knot compositions. It is for reference only. Let’s take a look.
At first, my heart belonged to my father.
At that time, my writing was like a few matches put together haphazardly, a few geometric straight lines simply intersecting, and I didn’t understand the profound and profound nature of Chinese characters at all. After several criticisms, how to develop good handwriting has become a knot in my mind, and it has also become a knot in my father's heart.
Dad has been here. He understands the consequences of ugly handwriting better than I do, so he is more anxious. Unfortunately, his words were somehow uglier than mine. But he refused to admit defeat, so he copied the copybook after get off work, starting from the initial word formation to the structure, and then from the stroke order to the composition. A month later, he became my calligraphy teacher. In the days that followed, I held the pen and he held my hand and began to teach me. One stroke at a time, leisurely and flowing, like threads winding around each other, criss-crossing. Beautiful fonts float on the white paper, like skylarks rising in the fog, a burst of scent of wintersweet drifting in the cold snow, and a bunch of colorful fireworks jumping in the silent night sky. Heat is transferred from skin to skin like a spring tide, and power brews at the tip of the pen like a flash of surprise. That beautiful painting is like a cup of tea, with clarity on the surface and accumulation of information deep inside.
It was not until then that I gradually opened my eyes for the first time in the cradle of Chinese culture, and truly felt the charm of Chinese characters and was impressed by them. My words gradually gained architectural beauty. Seeing my words, my father was approaching him step by step. Joy flashed in his eyes and he breathed a sigh of relief.
My heart was relieved, and so was my father’s.
In the end, my father’s heart gradually became my heart.
My father’s life was only that of Wang Li Ke Zeng Qi. They have one thing in common, drinking. Even the results are similar. My father fell ill because of his drinking, and the doctor asked him to stop drinking. When we came home from the hospital that day, we moved all the wine out of the house and planned to give away bottles one by one. Dad reluctantly took out the bottle that he usually hated drinking from and looked at it carefully from top to bottom. Since you can't put him in your belly, then put him in your heart. Under the orange light, the glass bottle reflected flame-like light, shining on Dad's eyes. I understand him and am worried. How to get him out of the bottle as soon as possible became my father's heart and my heart.
Suddenly it occurred to me that my father was most worried about me delaying my studies because of gaming, so I took out my computer, put it together with the pile of wine, and piled a pile of books in front of my father. Facing his doubtful look, I explained: "From now on, let's quit together and use reading instead of drinking and playing games." After that, the study became a place where we both went often. Books that have never been opened on the bookshelf are taken out to see the light of day again. At the same time, we also found that the sense of fulfillment after reading is far better than the short-term happiness after drinking or playing games. Later, the doctor informed us that we could drink alcohol appropriately, and we felt relieved. It wasn't until the doctor said he had fully recovered that my father and I were completely untied.
As I grow older, I begin to realize that in the past, I was one rope and my father was another rope. When I was confused by difficulties and tied a knot, my father tied a knot for himself out of love for me. The knot in my heart was relieved, and so was my father’s. Later, my father and I became a rope. No matter which side is closely related to life, it is the two of them having the same heart, which requires them to face it together, spend the night together, and get to know Li Mingming together.