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Appreciation of outstanding works of Hebei senior high school entrance examination in 2006: father's love is the wealth of life, father's love is the mountain, guarding the fire of life; Father's love is fire, which lights the lamp of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the way to lead your life. I don't know why my father's straight back is bent, why his handsome face is haggard, why his thick black hair is gray, and who my father worked hard for most of his life … until the third grade. On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I was sitting on the bus, getting off and going home alone. However, I saw a person, shivering in the dark world and the cold wind. The wind kept blowing his skirts-that's his father! Through the window, I clearly saw my father's white hair, which was not touched by the bright moon, without gorgeous decoration, but white hair, one by one. My father's white hair was blown down by the strong wind again and again, but he stood indomitable. I know who this must be for ... is it my father's white hair or my father's heart constantly crushed and stood up? The car is near the construction site, so I quickly stepped down. Obviously, my father saw me. He stopped blocking the coat in the wind with his fingers and ran quickly to me. His coat completely succumbed to the wind, but he didn't care that the red sweater jumped out of the * * * ran to me in this inexplicable darkness. At that moment, I clearly saw my father's fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears. My father gently took my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was obviously a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but he was too busy to avoid it. "My hands are too cold." Regardless of my father's dodge, I caught those cold big hands back, knowing that I was grasping the wealth of my life. With the aging of life, my father turned into a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, a little fatherly love, accompanied me every day and every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will never be poor. Comments This is a composition with full marks in the senior high school entrance examination. The writer is Zhu Ying, a recent graduate of Friendship Middle School. She pays attention to the little things in life in her usual practice, and conveys sincere feelings through delicate descriptions and vivid language. Therefore, it is reasonable to write such a touching article during the senior high school entrance examination. Birthday-I miss my hometown. This is my 15 birthday. My mother put two pots of flowers in the newly decorated house. One pot is red bougainvillea, and the other is strong. Perhaps my sincerity caught the teacher's attention and explained the answer to that question seriously, but it can't be regarded as the capital of pride. How can I compare with the teacher? I was full of confidence and had to sit down helplessly. In the afternoon self-study class, I stood up again and reiterated my views. The teacher thought for a moment, but he was even more angry. The faint moonlight sometimes shines obliquely on the window. Alas, if I had known this, I would have been sarcastic in the language of reprimand. "Next to a few teachers also to longly say, don't apologize to the teacher. However, then he stormed out of the classroom and said angrily. "Looking at the teacher's apologetic smile, I was in tears. Let it wash away my shame. I finally won. When the teacher talked about this topic, I stood up without thinking: "Teacher, your answer is wrong." "You're right." . [08 Jinan] I happened to find that my father's car was always tied with two short red strips dancing with the wind, which seemed out of place with other endless vehicles. I always smile when I see such bright red, and I feel like I'm floating all the way. Grandma's home is in a remote mountain village, where there is a custom to tie two pieces of red cloth on the rearview mirror of the car, so that the drivers will be safe. Such a deep warmth, such a deep concern, is naturally done by grandma, and I have always thought so since I was a child. As the sun sets, the sky is filled with thick red, and even the snow on the roadside is reflected hazy and beautiful. The red stripes on the rearview mirror are particularly active today, waving their arms and spinning excitedly. I looked at him and smiled happily. It was New Year's Eve, and it was a day of reunion with grandparents. My careful grandmother had to tie up new care for my father. A hearty New Year's Eve dinner is essential. Under the orange light, the family smiled happily. I walked out of the door alone, ready to enjoy the long-awaited gorgeous fireworks. Occasionally I found a shadow in front of my father's car: gray hair, heavy Chinese tunic suit and some worn cotton shoes, shivering in the snow. Grandpa! He bent down slowly. He remembered that his tall grandfather was so thin, like a withered old tree, as if the wind was about to blow it down. The pain in my heart is more like helping my grandfather in the past. But curiosity made me choose to wait quietly. Grandpa carefully took off the red stripe on the rearview mirror and stuffed it in his pocket like a baby. After a silence, he stroked his father's car and pulled out two new red strips. Is it grandpa who has been silently caring for so many years? In my impression, grandpa and dad are not like a father and son at all. They never say hello and seldom talk. It's just that every time I send us home, grandpa looks at me affectionately and seems to be full of affection. Grandpa always likes to hold my hand and gently touch my head with his wrinkled hand. He said, "What a clever boy, just like his father …" Grandpa was thinking about how to tie the cloth, tied it carefully and shook it again. Leave the beating flame, it warms this cold winter night ... On New Year's Day, my father has a task at work, and we have to leave there. I watched grandpa's figure fade away and disappear in the rearview mirror. This accidental look back suddenly made me understand the deep love in grandpa's deep eyes. The red stripes dancing in the wind are still red, warming our hearts. Dad reached out and touched the flame gently. I seemed to understand grandpa's same affection from the smile on her mouth. Grandpa is described in the article, and there are many perfect compositions here //r82.cn/shetuan/Class.asp? ID=7 Bye-bye, doughnuts, coke, milk tea, instant noodles, rice, saute spicy chicken, take it away and make yourself at home. ≦)