When I was young, I obeyed everything and didn't know what sorrow was. Same, flowers, carefree. Happiness is short-lived, with no regrets and no stay.
Gradually, I began to grow up. Left home and went to a distant place. I haven't been home for a long time. Mother sent a core. The contents of the letter made my eyes moist. I closed the letter and saw a stamp on the envelope. Small square, but holding me far away from home and my mother who looks forward to it day and night.
This is my first "worry" when I grow up-homesickness caused by stamps.
Grow up, more mature than before. But a little childish about love.
I came back from far away to visit my elderly mother. I should get married.
The bride is beautiful and virtuous. My mother and I are also very harmonious and happy. The wrinkles on mom's face are clearly visible. But a little happiness still exists. Beautiful bride, my return seems to smooth the wrinkles on my mother's face, which is no longer obvious and seems to be looming.
Soon, I went to that distant place again, leaving only my mother and bride. Mother's face lost a trace of happiness. I gave up, but I left anyway.
The result is more yearning for the bride, less communication with my mother, and gradually forgetting my mother, but the yearning for the bride remains the same. We started to go home at both ends in three days, and a boat ticket narrowed our distance. But my heart only has the position of the bride, and my mother only occupies a small corner.
Many years have passed and I have really grown up. Go back to my hometown again and visit my long-lost bride. Suddenly found that there seems to be one person missing at home. It turns out that mom is not at home, and she has gone far away. -heaven. Further than me. I am separated from her by a thick layer of soil, my mother is lying inside and I am standing outside. My thoughts with my mother suddenly returned to the starting point, endless and endless, and she left with her.
-the third point is the "homesickness" across the short grave.
My mother's departure didn't stop me from growing up. I grew up and even began to get old.
There are a few more wrinkles on my face, but I still haven't lost a trace of sadness after vicissitudes. I still miss my mother. The child has grown up.
Gradually, I began to yearn for the mainland, feeling that my mother was there watching me and expecting me to come back to her. I often tell my children that there is something new in the mainland that will make you feel warm. Right here, on the other side of the channel. Just cross the shallow channel of this bay and you can reach it.
So, with this hope, I hope I can return to my mother's side, that warm embrace. On the other side of the mainland-the strait.
I still miss it and look forward to it.
Until I leave, my thoughts will continue until I become "sad".
There is an urgent need for two homesick compositions, both of which are 600 words. Homesickness is a small stamp. This stamp is entrusted with the feelings of wanderers, Humayu's attachment to the north wind, the melancholy of the sunset and the joy of "the local accent has not changed". No matter where you are, you can't change your thoughts about your hometown, Suihua Beilin District.
On the territory of China, Suihua can't be found without a magnifying glass. It is located in Heilongjiang Province, bordering Yichun in the east, Daqing in the west, Harbin in the south and Heihe in the north. Her garden and scenery cover an area of 2723 square kilometers, which is unforgettable.
What I often remember is the yard in front of my house when I was a child. There is neither cement nor red brick on all sides, just simply fence in front of the house to form a convex shape. As soon as you enter the yard, it is a gravel road leading to the door. On one side is a natural small vegetable garden, with jasper-like Chinese cabbage, waxy red cherries and emerald-like spinach stretching out in the garden, which makes people laugh with great pride. On the other side is a glade full of joy. There stands a solid cement column with a small basket on it. Whenever I come home from school, I am willing to run to the basket with my beloved basketball. How much childhood happiness this small yard has brought me!
What relaxes me most is the sight of walking around the campus in spring. The willow with green eyes is blooming happily, and the grass that comes out of the soil is full of vitality. Touching the spring breeze on your face makes you feel a fresh air with a moist feeling. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." The best thing is that it just falls with the wet spring rain this time, and the rain sticks between the hair, which will become particularly fresh and refreshing. Through the spring rain, it seems that you can hear the sound of Cao Chun hungrily sucking the rain and dew dyed by Jingjing, and you can also see the vigorous figure of students who are busy when they grow up.
"Beauty is not beautiful hometown water; Kiss or not, fellow villagers. " Yes, the beauty of our hometown belongs to all of us, and we should enjoy it together.
The nostalgia for hometown is a cup of tea, and the common products will remain more simple and sincere.
3. This is how I grew up. Time flies 600 words, such as a flash in the pan; The sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. And I, a little girl who just started from the starting line of life, also experienced a lot of storms in this short time, and also gained the corresponding life sentiment, which I regard as a valuable "wealth". In this stormy sunshine, I grew up like this. Growth is inseparable from the care of family members. When I was born, my family also came, and my parents became my strongest backing. At any time, parents are around. This kind of concern is always accompanied by the mother's caring and attentive, and it is inevitable that she will be severely reprimanded by her father. If you fail, your mother will encourage you: don't be discouraged, you can always get up when you fall. Success, with a father reminding me: victory is a good thing, and pride will fail. When I was a child, I went to the park with my parents and played with a group of children. I fell down accidentally in the crazy beating, lying on the ground crying, waiting for my parents to help me up. My parents heard the noise, but they didn't help me up at once. On the contrary, they say that a little pain won't hinder anything, and you can't be so delicate and cowardly. Say that finish calling on me to stand up. After that, I seldom cried. But it was also this incident that made me form a bad habit that I couldn't change. I try to be brave in everything I do. Even if I can't do it, I will stick to it for the sake of face, and I will probably get nothing in the end. However, this is also a small "wealth" for my growth, because I will be frustrated from time to time, and I will remind myself that there are still some shortcomings. Frustration is probably the starting point of maturity and success.
Growth is inseparable from the pillars of friendship. I don't know when an intimate figure will appear around me; I don't know when there will be more encouragement around me; I don't know when I will have more thoughts in my heart. This is from my friend. Friends make you no longer lonely, make a face when you are sad to make you happy, and punch a few punches when you are happy to sober you up. Every time you encounter difficulties, your friends will accompany you and clear the obstacles in your journey. Every time you are happy, your friends are with you and share the joy of success. Once, the pencil case disappeared, and my good friend learned that after school, he searched with me for a long time and never found it. Rogue, had to say goodbye to each other and go home. But I was surprised to find that the pencil case was on the desk, not missing, but I forgot to bring it. I have nothing to lose here, but my friend was "checked" by his parents for a long time because he came home late, and his pocket money was halved. When I told this story, my classmates not only didn't get angry, but joked, "Just find it. I don't care. The big deal is to tighten your belt in the second half of the month and have no money to buy stationery. You have to lend it to me! " I can't help laughing. This is a friend. In this way, I spent happy campus years with my friends and grew up happily with them.
On the road of growing up, I have met steep cliffs and seen beautiful rainbows. But when I am in trouble, my relatives and friends seem so precious. Because of their encouragement, I was able to walk over these cliffs without being confused by illusory scenes. Pack up your memories, continue to carry them forward, continue to walk through the storm and meet the rainbow.
4. Reading accompanied me to grow up. 600 words about homesickness in poetry. On this day, I am still young.
On that day, comic books and story books always need to be placed beside the bed. San Mao in the story is really pitiful. Paralysis, wake up. I felt sad for him several times. It was Sanmao who made me understand our original life.
The description of the experimental phenomenon is hard-won, and it can be to the point and detailed and comprehensive. The article embodies the interest and knowledge of natural science and is very interesting to read. Compared with him, we are in a happy paradise, and he is
Living in a terrible hell, we are noble princes and princesses, but he is a grass that nobody wants. Therefore, we should make good use of our present life.
This article originated from junior high school composition, and I also want to publish my composition.
When I first started writing my composition, was I there? My writing is not good at all, my language is not fluent and my words are not appropriate. As long as I hear the word "composition", I am as scared as a mouse when I see a cat, but when I am afraid.
It's you, this book, that appears in front of my eyes. Books, like a teacher's patient words, taught me how to make my composition rich and colorful, and how to be tactful and true enough. From then on, I am no longer afraid to write a composition.
Whenever I am commended by my teacher, there are always some books in front of me, telling me: "Pride makes people lag behind, modesty makes people progress, and the charm of maternal love." My face will turn red at this time, and I will enjoy it.
The pleasure of reading. At present, I am no longer complacent.
I look for books every day, the color of my childhood, let books open its beautiful world and take me to every corner of the world. Books are like a ship carrying me slowly from the starting point to the end point, and books are like an airplane.
When I fly from a narrow place to the boundless sky, books are like my shadow. If I am a writer, books will grow with me wherever I go.
Reading has grown 600 words with me.
As I grew older, I went to school when the teacher was away. From the first grade to now, I have been immersed in the journey of writing encyclopedia, encyclopedia, 100 thousand why, and four classic novels.
In these books, I understand a lot of questions that I didn't understand before. One hundred thousand whys answered all the answers for me, such as: Why is the sea blue? Why is blood red? Wait a minute.
Books make mistakes with me every day. When I am in danger, books are always presented to me for the first time. Wonderful festivals, only by understanding the meaning of singing red songs can we find the answer from books.
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I can't put down the book. Books, books. I love you! Because you have given me unlimited strength and knowledge, you are the greatest benefactor in my life!
Books! Thank you! You accompanied me on my voyage!
Books are a treasure house of common sense, a ladder for human growth, an unforgettable school sports meeting, a silent teacher, a memory of ghosts in cold alleys, a loyal friend of mankind and an indispensable part of life.
I can't stay without books. Books are a part of my life. In the future, books can open my eyes. The use of names will add a lot of color to the article If I am not a short-sighted frog, books can make me
I am very happy every day. To be a happy lark, books can make me go forward bravely and be a brave swift horse.
Homesickness is a warm sweater when you are ignorant. Homesickness is a shallow stream where people weave here and go to school there. I stand at the finish line. My mother grew up in the source. Homesickness is a distant flute. He is playing there, and I am listening here. Homesickness is a full moon now. The people who watch here are all miserable and desperate in the end. Pain is such a long journey, so tired. When people are lonely, pain is the beginning of a person's dance and the end of their own difficulties. Pain is an infinite space. When I want to leave, I can't find an exit. When I doubt, pain is a constantly dividing cell. When I was a child, happiness was a small candy in my mouth, but it was sweet in my heart. After graduation, happiness is a thick classmate record. Later, happiness was a beautiful family portrait. Time goes by, but the smile is cast forever. Now happiness is a warm letter from home, far away, but warm in front of me.
6. Writing "Father" based on "Homesickness" My father is a mountain, which still stands in our hearts despite the raging wind and the erosion of heavy rain.
We don't understand why dad is always so serious and unsmiling, why he never says a word of praise to himself, why he is so fierce when we do something wrong, why he doesn't care about his state ... There are too many reasons to ask him for verification. But in fact, when you make achievements, your father will always be secretly happy, and when you do something wrong, his father will always eagerly hope that you will become better.
Look at him quietly. In fact, my father has been silently caring about himself. His eyes are all about you. Do you feel it … My father is very tall. He has bright eyes, a pointed nose and a big mouth.
Dad is a generous man. Once, he put his beloved pen on the table.
Because someone called him, dad was in a hurry to leave, so he didn't take the pen with him. As soon as I saw it, I scribbled on the paper with my father's pen.
Drawing and drawing, I don't know what happened, but I actually dropped the little round bead on my father's pen. I think I will be miserable this time. If my father comes back, he will scold me severely, and if he comes back, he will give me a good beating.
What shall we do? What shall we do? There is nothing I can do, and there is no way out, so I have to leave my fate to my father. However, the result was beyond my expectation. After my father came back, he not only didn't scold me, but patiently educated me: "Son, you can't touch the things of adults. If you want to touch them, you must get the consent of adults. "
Never break other people's things! "Dad is still a helpful person. On one occasion, he did housework at home.
Suddenly, he heard thunder rumbling. He went to the balcony to collect his family's clothes hanging on the balcony, but he saw clothes hanging outside in the neighbor's house opposite, and no one was at home. They all went to work.
Without saying anything, he immediately ran across the street to help them put their clothes in the house first. Then, he went back to his home to collect clothes.
At this time, the heavy rain has fallen. My own clothes are all wet.
Later his mother criticized him. On the contrary, he criticized his mother for being selfish.
Then the rain stopped and the neighbors came back. Dad gave them clothes.
They said, "Thank you so much!" Dad said: "nothing, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor!" You're welcome. " What do you think of my father? He is really a generous person.
How to write this composition how to write a poem about homesickness How to write this composition how to write a poem about homesickness When you are ignorant, homesickness is a warm sweater. When people wear it here, they go to school there. After that, homesickness is a shallow stream. I stand at the end, my mother grew up at the source, and homesickness is a distant flute. He plays at that end and I listen at that end. Homesickness is a full moon now. Those who see it here will eventually suffer in pain and despair for a long time. The journey is so long and tiring. When you are lonely, pain is the beginning of a person's dance and the end of your own difficulties. When you are in trouble, the pain is infinite. When I want to leave, I can't find the exit. When I am confused, the pain is constantly divided. When I was a child, happiness was a little candy in my mouth and sweet in my heart. After graduation, happiness is a thick classmate record. After that, people from all directions gathered in true feelings. Later, happiness was a beautiful family portrait. Time goes by, but the smile is cast forever. Now happiness is a warm family.