Books are people's spiritual food and an indispensable necessity in my life. When lonely, books are bosom friends; When you are depressed, books are the object to talk to; When you are happy, books are a treasure house of wisdom and open the door to success. Books taught me how to be a man; Books teach me how to live; Books let me swim in the ocean of knowledge.
I like reading. Whenever I read a good book, I forget myself into the story, just like entering a wonderful world. Every word, every story, permeates my young mind. It is so vivid and beautiful that it seems within reach. In the stories in the book, the characters are kind, evil, lovely and ugly ... For example, in A Dream of Red Mansions, Lin Daiyu's melancholy eyes and sentimental plot grew up in such a dark society, which made her life miserable. In the Journey to the West, the Monkey King went through all the hardships to protect Master from going to the Western Heaven to learn Buddhist scriptures, and finally achieved a positive result, eulogizing their indomitable spirit of not being afraid of difficulties and realizing their ideals. Their joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows deeply touched me.
Books are the nourishment of human beings, the ladder of human progress and the beacon of life. Modern civilized society is rich in books and refreshing. In Lang Lang's reading, the concepts of civilization, health and harmony came out. From simple literacy to the calculation of "1+ 1", my mind has been sublimated and my thoughts have become rich in the communication with books. Helen Keller, a famous American writer who is deaf and blind, wrote a great book "If I have three days to see". The heroine in the book overcame the unimaginable difficulties of ordinary people, mastered five languages skillfully, and established many charities to benefit the disabled. Her deeds inspired me to create a better life.
How many days and nights, the philosophical aphorisms in the book have given me moral nourishment, courage irrigation, hard-working confidence, and the direction of progress, so that I can pursue truth, goodness and beauty, condemn false, evil and ugly, admire the strong, sympathize with the weak, and let me understand the true value of life.
Only reading can make us happy; Only by reading can we know more; Only by reading can we broaden our minds; Only through reading can my mind be pure forever. ........................................................................................................................................................................
2. Moisturize my growth composition The story of growing up in 300 words is like stars all over the sky, and some of them flow away like the Yellow River, but one thing is deeply imprinted in my mind-doing housework for the first time.
I remember doing housework for the first time when I was eight. Mom and dad went to work, and my brother went to make up lessons. I do my homework at home. After finishing my homework, I saw that my parents had not come back yet. I thought to myself: I have nothing to do at home anyway, so I might as well help my mother with the housework. Mom usually works so hard, let her have a rest today. Thinking of this, I ran into my parents' bedroom and saw that the quilt had not been folded. I folded the quilt like my mother. Then, I went to my brother's bedroom and folded the quilt. I thought to myself: haha! Mom and dad will definitely praise me now. No, that's not enough. So I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes again. Although the water in the water pipe is very cold, somehow, my heart is warm. After washing the dishes, I went to the door and bent down to tidy up the messy shoes. Although doing these things is very tiring, I can help my mother share the housework and suddenly feel that I have grown up.
Recalling those little things, I felt a burst of sweetness and the road to growth continued. Let me continue to look forward to and yearn for the wonderful and happy growth story.
Moisturize my growth composition 800 words The rain finally stopped, because I couldn't restrain my inner joy, I decided to go out for a walk.
Everything feels brand-new under the washing of rain. Look! That leaf, the green dew on the green leaves is crystal clear. I gently touched the dew with my hand and deeply realized the coolness: under the nourishment of the rain, the previous sultry heat vanished, and the coolness spread all over my body.
I am not surprised to think that rain nourishes young leaves with its own dew, removes the sultry heat for them and gives them sweet love. Isn't our mother like this? I remember that in the winter when I was ten years old, when I was going to sleep at night, my mother repeatedly said to me, "Son, you should cover yourself at night. It's so cold, you can easily catch a cold, you know? " I nodded, and soon after my mother left, I felt a little bored. At first, I just put my hands and feet out of the quilt, and gradually kicked them away.
I felt cool and fell asleep before I knew it. Tossed and turned in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, coughing all the time. Very uncomfortable. My mother came in when she heard the cough. She saw me curled up on the bed, frowning and my hands stuck on my forehead. Then she said, "Ah! ~ I have a fever. Why is it so hot? ! "Mom woke me up at once and took my temperature with a thermometer. It was 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b1334333738.4 degrees Celsius! Mother asked me to take antipyretic drugs first, then let me get dressed and take me to the hospital.
Do a skin test, hang a drip, watch my throat, and then rush to buy medicine. My mother, who has been busy until midnight, finally dozed off for a while, and it was almost dawn. After getting up, I have no appetite and can't eat anything. Very uncomfortable. So on the fourth day, my fever went down.
These days, my mother stayed by my bed and took care of me in every possible way, for fear that my illness would get worse and my mother would be too tired to fall ill. I went to my mother's bedside and bowed my head and said, "Mom … I'm sorry …" I choked up, but my mother smiled and touched my head and said, "Silly child, I don't blame you. In fact, my mother thought you were so naughty when she was a child! ~ "My mother's words made me feel a warm current ... Motherly love is kind, selfless and great. Even if we make a big mistake, they will tolerate us. Mother moistens our young hearts with her selfless love. Maternal love is like rain, feeding our hearts with sweet rain and dew, and let us enjoy their sweet love.
We can only be grateful for this kindness.
4. Write a 650-word composition with the theme of "Motherly love nourishes my growth". Motherly love is the water that moistens our thirsty hearts; Motherly love is a lamp that illuminates our way forward; Motherly love is the wind, blowing away our growing troubles; Motherly love is ...
The teacher once made a survey in the class, the content of which was who remembered his mother's birthday. As a result, only three students know. The person who washed his mother's feet turned out not to be. I was suddenly startled. Yes! I remember my mother bought me many gifts every birthday, such as toy cars, basketball and beautiful new clothes. But I can't even remember my mother's birthday, let alone say "Happy Birthday" to her. So the teacher assigned homework and everyone helped her wash her feet. When I came home at night, I said I would wash my mother's feet with a footbath. My mother was shocked. She never enjoyed her son washing her feet. Mom said I didn't need to wash. She was very uncomfortable, but she didn't bother me. Looking at her thin feet, my heart is sour. I've wanted to live a comfortable life for so many years. I never thought about how much my mother suffered, how tired she loved, and sometimes made her angry. Really shouldn't!
Mom always remembers what we like to eat, but we never think about what mom likes to eat. Every time I think about this, I think of that scene.
I like sweet and sour fish best, and my mother often cooks it for me. Whenever I come home from school and see a sweet and sour fish on the wind table, I forget all my troubles and feel very happy. When pieces of fat fish are put into my mouth, I feel really delicious. A fish was quickly destroyed by me, leaving only the head. But I found that my mother and I are the perfect combination to eat fish, because I like to eat fish.
Motherly love is a sunshine, which warms each of us selflessly. Motherly love is an umbrella, which will always hold up the sky of love for us. If you feel maternal love, should you do something? Friends, let's move!
The rain finally stopped, because I couldn't restrain my inner joy, I decided to go out for a walk. Everything feels brand-new under the washing of rain. Look! That leaf, the green dew on the green leaves is crystal clear. I gently touched the dew with my hand and deeply realized the coolness: under the nourishment of the rain, the previous sultry heat vanished, and the coolness spread all over my body. I am not surprised to think that rain nourishes young leaves with its own dew, removes the sultry heat for them and gives them sweet love. Isn't our mother like this?
I remember that in the winter when I was ten years old, when I was going to sleep at night, my mother repeatedly said to me, "Son, you should cover yourself at night. It's so cold, you can easily catch a cold, you know? " I nodded, and soon after my mother left, I felt a little bored. At first, I just put my hands and feet out of the quilt, and gradually kicked them away. I felt cool and fell asleep before I knew it.
Tossed and turned in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, coughing all the time. Very uncomfortable. My mother came in when she heard the cough. She saw me curled up on the bed, frowning and my hands stuck on my forehead. Then she said, "Ah! ~ I have a fever. Why is it so hot? ! "Mom immediately woke me up and took my temperature with a thermometer, 38.4 degrees Celsius! Mother asked me to take antipyretic drugs first, then let me get dressed and take me to the hospital. Do a skin test, hang a drip, watch my throat, and then rush to buy medicine. My mother, who has been busy until midnight, finally dozed off for a while, and it was almost dawn. After getting up, I have no appetite and can't eat anything. Very uncomfortable. So on the fourth day, my fever went down. These days, my mother stayed by my bed and took care of me in every possible way, for fear that my illness would get worse and my mother would be too tired to fall ill. I went to my mother's bedside and bowed my head and said, "Mom … I'm sorry …" I choked up, but my mother smiled and touched my head and said, "Silly child, I don't blame you. In fact, my mother thought you were so naughty when she was a child! ~ "Mom's words made me feel a warm current. ...
Motherly love is kind, selfless and great. Even if we make a big mistake, they will tolerate us. My mother moistens our young hearts with her selfless love. Maternal love is like rain, feeding our hearts with sweet rain and dew, and let us enjoy their sweet love. We can only be grateful for this kindness!
6. Full score composition-nourished my growth in an ordinary afternoon. After finishing my homework, I looked out of the window and the sun shone gently into my body. Then I put aside my extracurricular problems, sat on the balcony with a tired heart and began to wander aimlessly.
I looked down at the fluctuating crowd downstairs. The same sunlight reflected different colors on different people's faces, just like everyone walked the same way, but the shadow was long and short. A few flying bees are hovering in front of us, and the once unscrupulous time emerges.
Memory is a very sad thing, but it seems that what has been turned out after thousands of searches will be more valuable.
Three years ago, I was not proud or ashamed of how many points I got in the exam, nor was I a student who would study quietly and listen carefully. I remember my father said, "learning is a happy thing, and it is better to be unhappy than not to learn." It was not until I got a test paper with more than 50 points that I realized that in fact, my parents all said they would do it together, only blaming themselves for being naive at that time. Now the so-called happiness has turned into something else, that is, the score that I once thought was unremarkable.
In the sixth grade, youth literature swept the class. Write a composition and imitate the cold and humid words in the fourth grade. The teacher never leaves.
7. Write an article that moistens my heart. Love is great; Love is selfless; Love is eternal. What if there is no love in the world? How do people get along? Friendship, affection, love, where will these go? Then, because of love, I won't be sad easily, because of love, I won't give up easily, because it touches the cold string in everyone's heart …
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Love moistens my heart.
From babbling to rebellious ignorance, who accompanied you all the way? It is your "parents" who raised me with selfless love.
When I was a child, I was in a daze. It was you who tried to give me the best and let me live a carefree life. Until I grew up, you changed. I remember when I was a child, as soon as I fell down, you would show a worried expression and come over to help me with warm arms. But I don't know when, no matter what difficulties I encounter, no matter how tired I cry, you are pretending. I know, then I know, I read your intention in my confident and independent character, right! You love me so much, how can you make me suffer? You made my life mature and took the first step to success. ...
Love, spread in my heart.
A teacher is a teacher for one day and a father for life. Yes, that kindness is unparalleled. Without your teacher, I might still be doing nothing all day. I don't know how to make progress, right? I am positive and progressive under your profound education again and again, and my grades are getting better every day. "As a student, a flower growing in the sunshine of the motherland, how can you just talk and not practice? One day, the cowhide blew over the sky. You said you were so irresponsible? " Teacher, you taught me to take responsibility. "You are a girl, don't be crazy with boys all day." Teacher, you made me understand the sense of balance. Teacher, you are a bright light to illuminate our future. ...
Friendship is everywhere.
Friends are indispensable. He is another self in our memory, and we are bosom friends who talk about everything. As long as we are one person, we can't live without friends. Sometimes, a sincere smile will make everything clear. Sometimes with a little thought, there will be a lot of jokes. Sometimes, a small move is countless moved tears. We will cry together, laugh together and face the unknown difficulties together, my friend.
Too much may be unpredictable, but as long as there is love in our hearts, everything will be beautiful, because love always nourishes our lonely hearts. As long as you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, love is everywhere.
8. Rain and dew moisten my growth composition 800 words title: Rain and dew moisten my growth.
Looking up out of the window, the sky is gray, and the tall buildings in the distance are submerged in the fog, giving people a feeling of lifelessness. Hey, it is going to rain again today.
After school, the school gate was crowded and the rain was heavier than I expected. Many parents come to pick up their children. Handfuls of colorful umbrellas are the love of parents. I am eager to find something, but I am dazzled. I shook my head, opened my eyes wide and glanced around, alas! My parents still haven't come to pick me up. I sighed helplessly and looked at my classmates with envy. "Is there much homework today?" "Well, the teacher assigned a lot of homework, especially math." "Take your time, then, seriously. Today, I burned what you like to eat ... "This warm conversation came from a mother and son beside me. Mother smiled kindly with an umbrella, and the child smiled, holding her mother's arm, humming while jumping and splashing water.
I put on my hat and hurried home in the rain. The rain wet my clothes and blurred my vision. The cold wind penetrates my flesh and blood, and it's so cold today.
When I got home, my parents seemed to be in the cold war, because when I got home, I only heard a weak sentence: "You are back, go and do your homework." It seems that they don't know it's raining outside, and it's raining heavily.
At 7 o'clock in the morning, newspapers and milk are already waiting at the door. Today, the weather is very good. The warm sunshine shines on the earth and sprinkles on me. I accidentally saw a line in the newspaper: it will be sunny today and there will be light rain in the afternoon. It turned out that it rained today, and there was a weather forecast in the newspaper.
School is over again and the school gate is crowded again. "Colorful" appeared in front of my eyes again. Today, the rain is light, like dew. I opened my umbrella, feeling a little proud, and the sky was a little gray. But unlike before, it gives people warmth. It suddenly occurred to me that every morning, my parents asked me to get newspapers and milk. This is not an order, but a concern. This is especially true in the original newspaper. In the past, my father would hold me on my shoulder and my mother would tell me stories to put me to sleep, but now I have grown up and forgot that my parents still love me, but in different ways. They wanted me to be more careful and independent, but I didn't find them or even complain about them. Their love turns into rain and nourishes me.
I came home with great excitement, and my father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
Welcome home! Do your homework quickly.
"hmm." I should say.
9. Poetry nourishes my growth. Writing poems nourished my growth.
I like poets. I like poetry. I've always loved it since I was a child.
When I was a child, I liked Du Fu's fame in a thousand years, fame in ten thousand years, what's good? When you die, it's gone; Meng Jiao's "How much love there is for an inch of grass, it won the third spring" and "In front of me, where are those lost years?" Behind me, where are the future generations? And I think of heaven and earth, which is boundless, who cries alone? Li Bai's "Everyone likes flying and wants to fly in the sky and embrace the bright moon" and Bai Juyi's "Forever and ever, this resentment is endless".
A little bigger, I like another poem. I like Li Bai's "Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat", Wang Bo's "However, when China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor" and Wang Luobin's "Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? " Wang Wan's "Night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, Jiang Chun enters the old year" and Chang Jian's "Everything here is silent, but the sound of the clock is tired".
Entering junior high school, the learning burden is very heavy. Reading books every day is very annoying. At this time, Yue Fei's "Don't wait for leisure, worry about nothing" became the only motivation for my study. Yes, "if the young don't work hard, the old will be sad." We don't study well now, should we regret it when we are old?
Now, I am a junior two student. Although I have less reading time after class, I still like poetry. When I am old, I have many opinions about poetry, and my favorite is not the same as when I was a child. Wang Zhihuan's "Why Blame Liu for a Strong Flute". The spring breeze doesn't pass through Yumenguan, Du Qiuniang's Advise you not to cherish gold clothes and youth, Wang Wei's Advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no reason for it in the west, Du Fu's Leaves fall like a waterfall, and I see the long river always rolling in, and Li Bai's Don't you see how the Yellow River water moved out of the sky and entered the ocean forever? I fell in love with them from the bottom of my heart.
Since childhood, there have been poems all the way.
10. The earth moistens my growth. My mother is thirty-four, tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.
My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.
There is one thing I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's too hot, I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy popsicles." Then he took out his wallet and took me to buy it.
When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a 50 yuan bill from her bag and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.
When I got home, my mother counted the money back and said to herself, "Oh, no! A * * * is 7 yuan, how to find 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused, so they go to 2 yuan. Mom, can you give me 2 yuan? " My mother gave me a hard look and said angrily, "We should return the extra two yuan, and we can't be greedy and cheap." . Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles. "Say that finish the 2 yuan money back to somebody else.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed, thinking about things during the day. I suddenly understood that being a man should start from bit by bit, and I can't do things that are sorry for people because of the cheapness in front of me.
I really admire my mother and love her more.