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You are my mentor.
Words are the notes of love; Letters are the music of love.
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I sat at my desk with a piece of yellow writing paper in my hand. The breeze is blowing gently, and the breath of years is blowing on my face. A few simple but elegant words suddenly came into view:
Mom, I love you. You are my teacher!
The fountain of memory came up again, and my thoughts came suddenly. This is the first time I have written to my mother. On a gloomy evening, I rubbed my pen on the flat stationery several times with the remaining rays of sunshine, but it was always taken out of context. I shook my head helplessly, only to find that no matter how flowing my writing is, I can't even find punctuation marks now.
This is the homework assigned by the school. I ask to write a letter to my mother. This is also the first time I have expressed my feelings for my mother. I thought that just filling in a few words of thanks would get things done. When I found the sentence "I love you" from the tip of the pen, my heart suddenly sank and the pen stopped. Pushing away everything in front of me, I was thinking at my desk, but at that moment, the past came to my mind like a flood. ...
My mother is a mountain dweller, and she has a soft spot for peppers, which are indispensable for almost every meal. But just when I broke out in a rash, there was no bright red in all the cuisines. At the dinner table, my mother always picks up a little food, tries her best to swallow it, and then eats it hastily.
One night in the middle of the night, I got up to drink water and found my mother still eating through the kitchen door. In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of the familiar colors, which were a few red pickled peppers-my mother's cooking. She munched as if she had been hungry for a long time. Mother's thin figure swayed in the dim light. I gently turned around and didn't want to drink water, because something in my heart had flooded over and penetrated into my body, and my eyes didn't know when it was wet.
Mother still carries all the dishes on the table, still "pretends" to eat with them, and still "enjoys" pickled peppers that are not oily in the dim light.
I crumpled up the empty writing paper full of words and threw it in the corner. Then, I began to rewrite, hesitated for a long time, but what can I write?
I finally spread the paper out again, and in the shadow of the afterglow, I finally wrote this sentence: Mom, now, let me love you!
In the sunset glow, that letter appeared in front of my eyes again. It was as yellow as the crown of the tree that night. Those words are still lying on the paper, but there are a few drops of water-like marks, like punctuation marks, like a sentence, like a decorative painting of a flower, embedded in this love letter. ...
I learned to love the world more!
Test analysis: This is a propositional composition. The "mentor" in the title can be understood in many ways:
Mentors can be parents or teachers, and what they teach us can benefit us for life.
A good teacher can be a book, and a book is a ladder for human progress.
Good teachers can be flowers and plants in nature, so that we can learn to love life.
Mentors can be intangible things, such as time. It makes us realize the value of life.
⑤ A mentor can be "failure", "hardship" or "interest".
6. Mentors can even be "fallen flowers". As the saying goes, "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Lovelorn and dedicated to the earth, it teaches us selflessness.
When writing, choose the above points and write your own life feelings with the help of life experience.