I didn't understand the first grade composition 1. It turns out that I don't understand fatherly love. I only regard this love as an umbrella that can shelter from the wind and rain. I only regard this kind of love as a harbor where I can rest temporarily when I am tired. What is fatherly love? I'm confused.
It's late at night, and I'm still watching TV in my room, boring to change the channel. Suddenly I turned my head, my sharp eyes pressed me like two sharp knives, and time seemed to freeze at that moment. Suddenly, my father walked to the front of the TV without saying anything, slammed it off, pointed to the clock on the wall, and severely reprimanded: "Look at the time, I don't know if I will go to school tomorrow! Go to bed right away! " Under this majesty, I severely responded to my father and cut off the affection between father and daughter with a heavy door sound.
When I returned to my room, I lay quietly in the quilt. The dignified atmosphere around seems suffocating, and there is only one anger burning in my heart. Why are you scolding me? Why are you so angry with me? Didn't you just watch TV for a while? What a fuss!
Time passed slowly and I fell asleep before I knew it. "Squeak ..." I heard the door gently pushed open, and a long shadow fell on the corner of the quilt. Ah, it's dad! This is not firm, is it? I pretended to be asleep and saw what he did. As my father's footsteps approached, a pair of big hands gently lifted the quilt that had slipped me to the ground, and then helped me tuck in my skirts. Suddenly, my whole body was like a warm baby charged with electricity, warm and happy. Then, my father silently closed the door. My previous grievances disappeared without a trace. I think this is the taste of father, strict and considerate. There is a fiery heart under that serious face, which contains deep love for children. I feel guilty for being reckless and unreasonable before.
Father's love makes me progress, and he meets his kind face; In order to make me comfortable, he is considerate and caring from time to time. This kind of love is as invisible as air, but it is indispensable. I like the feeling of being surrounded by happiness. My father gave it to me.
I've learned that a father is not a lifelong companion, but someone who reminds you when you are lazy, comforts you when you are sad, spurs you when you are proud, and blesses you when you are successful.
It turns out that I didn't understand composition 2 of senior one. When I thought I knew, I didn't. When I thought I already knew what maternal love was, I didn't. This is the moment when I find that I "don't understand" and it is also the moment when I start over.
Once upon a time, I thought that maternal love was the care of three meals a day, but I didn't understand. Taking care of three meals a day, if there is no mother's love as the basis, then the nanny can also do this. When I had an argument with my mother because of some trivial things, I broke my mother's heart, and this action of breaking my mother's heart did not stop her from continuing to prepare three meals a day for me. Just because my mother won't give up her love for me because I'm not sensible, she will embrace my ignorance with her love, which will make her prepare three meals a day unconditionally, so that I can grow up healthily and nutritionally.
And when I regard maternal love as a kind of love tolerance, I don't really understand it. Motherly love is not such simple love. Maternal love is the most connotative love in the world. She is not only tolerant, but also caring. She also has education and influence on me. She has the power to transcend daily life and also has the power to make people brave.
Every time I find that I "don't understand", it's also time for me to start over. Re-feel what love is, re-feel what maternal love is, and re-feel the nutritious lunch my mother made for me after my heart was broken. The nutrition inside may be maternal love! After I finished cooking for me, my mother suddenly smiled again. She still frowned, but now she smiled again. What's mom laughing at? She must be laughing at me when I was a child and that I didn't grow up and understand!
I didn't get it. This "understanding" may also be "sensible"! I don't know when I will be sensible, but I will start again, learn to love my mother again and feel my mother's love again! One day, "I don't understand" will also become "Oh, I understand."
I didn't understand the composition of grade one. On August 16 this year, our class welcomed the Mid-Autumn Festival collective activities and camped in Fuyantou, Qingjiang at night. That night, a bonfire was lit by the river and the barbecue party began. It was a great time until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon, but it was overcast and rainy intermittently in Mao Mao. The party was hosted by a girl and me. This is the most boring party.
The annoying rain dampened our enthusiasm and the party ended in a hurry at nearly ten o'clock. Our tents are stationed in the dam by turns. I fell asleep, but all kinds of noises echoed in my ears, and I still couldn't sleep. Henderson sleeps with his classmates, his mother sleeps in the car and his father sleeps next to me. He came here with me by bike from home today. He was tired and slept soundly.
Suddenly, a drop of water hit my forehead and the tent leaked. I was just about to check when my mother's urgent voice came from outside; "It will rain harder and harder, and the tent will get water. I have found a safe place, so let's move the tent right away. "
I shouldn't, she urged again. The thunder roared and I felt annoyed. I gave an impatient roar and continued to sleep in a cold sleeping bag. Outside the account, my mother is still in the rain, and she is almost crying. Off-account, the rainstorm is like a note. Accounts are also slowly flooding. Father slept too hard, and mother wanted to wake him up, but he didn't want to move in a daze; But he ordered me to go with my mother at once. Helpless father's life is hard to violate. In the storm, I didn't rain a drop. My mother held an umbrella for me. She was soaked to the skin.
Mom has turned the back seat and trunk into beds, but I am full of resentment and firmly sit in the co-pilot position. The other students are still in the tent, but mom is meddling! While patiently explaining, my mother opened my car door and let me sleep in the back. I didn't want to listen to her nagging, so I slammed the car door. I only heard my mother scream, but her finger was caught in the car door. But regardless of the pain, she bent down and told me to go back to sleep.
Late at night, it rained heavily and I gradually fell asleep. Woke up at home the next day.
It is said that the storm intensified in the middle of the night and the teacher ordered us all to evacuate. At this time, my father also returned to the car. Later, I learned that my mother stayed up all night and was worried. In fact, her worry is reasonable: the tide comes on the 16th day of the eighth lunar month. If the tide flows backwards, the tent is very dangerous, and of course we are more dangerous. But at that time, I was just angry and didn't understand my mother's worry at all. On the contrary, I hurt her again and again. I regret it!
Mom's fingers have been swollen for many days, and the bruises have not subsided. Mother, please forgive my ignorance and stupidity.
It turned out that I didn't understand. When I was doing the problem in the self-study class, I suddenly found that there was a problem I couldn't do. So, I raised my hand to ask the teacher.
After I raised my hand, the teacher came soon. I pushed my exercise book in front of the teacher and pointed to a topic on it. After reading the topic, the teacher was silent for a while, then picked up the pen I put aside and analyzed it for me.
I listened carefully during the whole process of the teacher's explanation. I listened, thinking in my head. Every time the teacher finishes a process, he asks me if I understand. I nodded, but I understood. A few minutes later, the teacher finished the problem and walked away.
I took my exercise book back to my eyes, and then supported my head with my hands, watching and thinking over and over again. Finally, when I was thinking about rearranging the ideas in my mind and doing them completely again, I found myself stuck in the middle of this topic again. I froze for several minutes, trying to remember what the teacher told me before, but unfortunately I still didn't remember. This completely made me understand that I didn't understand this question.
After that, I raised my hand again. I think I must understand this topic. When the teacher came to me and saw this topic again, the teacher couldn't help but say, "What else don't I understand?" I showed my teacher the process of rewriting the problem and said that when I did this, I didn't know what to do next.
Then, the teacher told me this topic again. This time, I listened more carefully. When the teacher walked away from me, I did it again, and this time I can finally solve it myself.
In the study, there is something you don't understand to ask. Ask after you don't understand, so that your academic performance will really improve.