Please write a composition on the topic "Going out is another sky". Requirements: (1) Style selection (except poetry), no less than 600 words. (2) no.

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Going out, another day.

I like thunder, but it's not thunder in the sky, it's my mother's thunder. I used to hate this thunder. Every morning, while I was still asleep, I was awakened by a thunder: "Get up quickly." When washing your face, "shout again:" behind your ears! Neck! "After lunch at noon, I just went out to play for a while, and Thunder followed me:" Stop playing and read! " "In the evening, I just moved my chair to the TV, and there was another thunder in my ear:" Don't look, wash your face and go to sleep later! " See you on Sunday! "At that time, I hated it when I heard thunder.

But then I got a new understanding of Thunder. I remember when I was in the second grade, my neighbor Li Nainai kept a goldfish jar. Those goldfish are really cute, with red, white, black and flowers ... These fish are like actors on the stage, dancing on the stage in bright skirts. I watch it every day, but I can't get enough. I think, if only I had a goldfish! Once, I just finished my homework and went to see the goldfish. While watching, while Li Nainai didn't pay attention, conveniently caught one. I was afraid that others would see me, so I quickly put the fish in my trouser pocket. The little fish is jumping around in my trouser pocket, but my heart is beating harder than the goldfish: what if mom and dad see the fish when they take it home? What would Li Nainai say if he sent it back? On second thought, throw it into the gutter in the backyard. As soon as I reached the corner, I met my mother, who had just come back from the shop. She just looked at me and asked me to help me with my things. My mother came over and saw me holding my trouser pocket, which was still wet and moving, and immediately glared at me strangely. Before I could speak, my mother reached for my pocket. The goldfish suddenly jumped out. My mother asked me, "How did it get into your pocket?" I said, "I don't know." Mother's face suddenly clouded: "liar!" " "I whispered," I took it from my neighbor Li Nainai's house. Suddenly, I heard the thunder that had never been so loud: "Taking other people's things without their permission is stealing!" " "I became a thief? To be arrested by the police uncle to the police station? ..... I was scared to cry. At this time, the thunder subsided: "No matter how good other people's things are, you can't take them. Come on, I'll go to Li Nainai's house with you. Just admit your mistake and correct it from now on. He's a good boy. "My mother took my hand, and my other hand was stuck with a little goldfish covered with mud. Step by step to Li Nainai's home. Mom's right. I admit my mistake. Li Nainai not only didn't scold me, but also gave me the little goldfish. That time, my mother's thunder educated me. I have a new understanding of my mother's thunder.

Do you understand now? What I like is not the thunder of nature, but the thunder of my mother. Maybe others will say, "Your mother is amazing!" "No, this is Ray, urging me thousands of times to make me grow up healthily. After reading this composition, I fell in love with Thunder.

Test analysis: This is a propositional composition. In selecting materials, students can write step by step. What did you see when you walked out of the house? What did you see abroad? Or write from the heart, abandon what binds your heart, and go out with a broader vision and mind. If we pursue novelty and novelty in conception, we will achieve better results.