I forget how long ago it was. That day, my face was dark, as if I had been pierced with a hole. It kept raining and the kindergarten was closed. Unfortunately, I had a fever that day, which was so bad that I couldn't afford to get out of bed. My family was afraid of my accident, so I asked my father to take me to the hospital. However, there are so few buses on rainy days that I found no buses when I arrived at the station, let alone buses to the hospital every hour. Not only that, every passing taxi always has passengers. When my father saw this scene, he got up and ran away quickly without thinking. "Knock, knock, knock ..." When I was young, that powerful step was branded in my memory. He ran behind my back in the storm, running and running. When his feet landed, there was a splash on the ground. The last spray didn't fall, and there was a new spray. In this way, I forgot how long I had been running. When he arrived at the hospital, although he was wearing a raincoat, his pants were all wet.
I still remember when I was very young, I liked to let my father learn from horses, and then I sat on his back. "Wipe ..." This is the sound of my father's knees and instep rubbing against the floor. Then when he is happy, he will pick me up, rotate, rotate, which is the sound of crushing. Sometimes, he will let me ride on his shoulders, and I will tremble with his footsteps ... Now, my father is busy with work, and sometimes he can't go home until late at night. When he comes home, his footsteps are always so light for fear of waking his sleeping family. In fact, I was awakened by the sound of his opening the door. In order to realize his wish, I pretended to be asleep.
"What are you doing in a daze down there?"
"Nothing, I'll go up." I just remembered that I haven't gone up the stairs yet.
Upstairs, I saw my father, and I found that he had a few more silver wires. What hasn't changed is his reliable footsteps, which have been echoing in my heart.
2. Seeking composition steps to imitate "steps" On the long road of life, it is inevitable that there will be some bumps, but only if you have an open-minded will, you will surely reach the other side of victory.
On this day, I did well in the math exam. Although I know the word "can't be proud", vanity is still sprouting in my heart. After class, I put the test paper in my book and went out to play. In fact, when I went out to play, I exposed the bright red "99" outside.
After school, on my way home, I skipped happily, and the wild flowers on the roadside swayed in the wind, as if to congratulate me; Morning glory blows the trumpet to congratulate me; Ye Er, with dense trees, sang the symphony sasha vujacic in the wind, as if cheering for me; By the river, willow branches and leaves dance in the wind, as if dancing for me ... Everything is so beautiful. Suddenly, I tripped over something hard. When I came to my senses, it turned out to be the first step. I was about to stand up, but suddenly a pain hit me and I opened my pants. Ah, the wound! I can't help but get scared. I saw that the wound was still mixed with some pebbles and sand, and blood kept flowing out of the wound, staining the surrounding sand and stones.
I overcame the pain, stood up and kicked on the steps with my feet. Bang, I cried with my toes in my arms, but I didn't lose my steps. It is this step, as a teacher told me: steps are like all kinds of difficulties in life, which always hinder our success, but if we can bravely overcome them and patiently accept them, then this step will lead us to the door of success, and modesty, kindness, courage and persistence are the keys to our success.
When I am on my way to success, I will definitely remember this simple poem: Difficulties are like spring. Strong is weak, weak is strong. I think: Bill Gates also came from such a trivial matter.
Failure is the mother of success. Steps are like the ups and downs of life, but don't forget where you fell and where you must get up. This is the inspiration for success.
3. The imitation composition of "Steps" helped me find 1 article to learn: a subject got poor grades at first, and then improved step by step through hard work and consulting the teacher.
Life: It was not easy to eat foreign fast food before, but now I want to eat it. I couldn't afford to wear clothes from specialty stores before, but now it's very common; You can also write about the country's economic construction from a big perspective. It's best not to write since childhood, because it's too vulgar and too many people write like this.
Fan Wen: I found it in Baidu, so I can learn from it. Don't copy it, or it will be easily found.
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□ Sun Jia
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I have always had a good impression on the steps, I am afraid it is innate. But the first step of remembering makes me very painful. This step is in grandma's yard, E5a48de588B6E799Be5Ba6E79Fa5E981933133231623637. It's always rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the weather-beaten steps become extremely smooth and grow some moss. Every rainy day, all the people in the yard are trying to find this point step by step. Grandma has warned me many times to walk slowly and leisurely, but I still let her down. If I remember correctly, I was five years old that year and it was rainy season. I took pocket money to buy bubble gum. Xiao Ao in the courtyard said that this bubble gum is a new banana flavor and can be blown to the boss. When I was hesitating to buy one or two, I accidentally fell down. The process of how to fall has been blurred, as if it were completed in an instant. When my head hit the ground heavily, I saw two stone lions grinning at the gate of the town and laughing at the little bubbles I blew. Gradually, the two stone lions turned blood red, and I felt dizzy, and then I felt severe pain. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself being picked up by others. There were many people around me, but I couldn't hear their voices, as if the world had become a vacuum. Later, I learned that the fall was really not light, and my left eyebrow was broken. Now I can't help but feel my broken eyebrows and lament that there is no chance to be a "beautiful girl" in my life when I sing the sentence describing Daiyu, "Two bends are like frowning, but a pair of eyes are like happiness but not happiness".
I thought I would be afraid of the steps from now on, but I like the steps more and more in my heart. I was inexplicably excited to see the steps, so I couldn't help walking around.
In junior high school, there was a step on the playground to guide practice. A girl with fair skin and good figure will be there on time every day, facing us and taking us to do exercises vigorously. Later, I gradually learned that she is one grade higher than us, and she is a good child with all-round development. She is often the first in her grade. During that time, I listened to Stephanie's Start over and over again. Just one day when I was doing exercises, the sun shone on her face, and the whole figure was plated with gold. The melody of Venus popped out of my ear unconsciously, and I suddenly felt that she was Venus, holy and radiant. A year later, of course, she was admitted to the best high school in this city. On the steps, there is also a girl who leads the exercise. Although doing exercises is not inferior, I always feel something is missing when I am free.
High school days are dull and boring, just like being in a battlefield filled with smoke and a bloody world. I always take my history books, secretly run to the stands of the sports ground, walk to the highest step, sit quietly and start reading the pre-Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. I like to travel through history, be a passer-by, look at the dust of the dynasty and escape from great pressure for a while. When you are tired, put on earplugs and listen to BON JOVI's "This is My Life" to relax your tired heart in his screams.
Before the college entrance examination, a photo of a university was posted on the bedside. There is a spacious step in the photo. Countless students came down the steps wearing bachelor robes and hats with diplomas, and their faces were full of confidence and pride. I am as devout as a Christian.
4. Write a 500-word essay by imitating "steps". Every day, we go home by the stairs.
The echo of the stairs is always loud, and my father's banging footsteps shake my eardrums one after another. The footsteps are as familiar as my father's, but this day I just listened and didn't go upstairs.
The image came before my eyes. I forget how long ago it was.
That day, my face was dark, as if I had been pierced with a hole. It kept raining and the kindergarten was closed. Unfortunately, I had a fever that day, which was so bad that I couldn't afford to get out of bed.
My family was afraid of my accident, so I asked my father to take me to the hospital. However, there are so few buses on rainy days that I found no buses when I arrived at the station, let alone buses to the hospital every hour.
Not only that, every passing taxi always has passengers. When my father saw this scene, he got up and ran away quickly without thinking.
"Knock, knock, knock ..." When I was young, that powerful step was branded in my memory. He ran behind my back in the storm, running and running. When his feet landed, there was a splash on the ground. The last spray didn't fall, and there was a new spray.
In this way, I forgot how long I had been running. When he arrived at the hospital, although he was wearing a raincoat, his pants were all wet. I still remember when I was very young, I liked to let my father learn from horses, and then I sat on his back.
"Wipe ..." This is the sound of my father's knees and instep rubbing against the floor. Then when he is happy, he will pick me up, rotate, rotate, which is the sound of crushing.
Sometimes, he will let me ride on his shoulders, and I will tremble with his footsteps ... Now, my father is busy with work, and sometimes he can't go home until late at night. When he comes home, his footsteps are always so light for fear of waking his sleeping family. In fact, I was awakened by the sound of his opening the door. In order to realize his wish, I pretended to be asleep.
"What are you doing in a daze down there?" "Nothing, I'll go up." I just remembered that I haven't gone up the stairs yet.
Upstairs, I saw my father, and I found that he had a few more silver wires. What hasn't changed is his reliable footsteps, which have been echoing in my heart.
5. The 500-word imitation of "Steps" describes his father's composition. As far as I can remember, my father always likes to wear loose clothes.
Shirt, bulging by the wind, wearing a pair of large rubber-soled cloth shoes, "click" sound goes hand in hand with the weak wind at dusk. Like other middle-aged men, sometimes he likes to have a few drinks and play poker several times. Occasionally, if you drink too much, you will get drunk in a sunset.
Look at a bird alone.
Across the boundless sky.
However, my father gave me the impression that I went out early and returned late.
My father gets up early every day, but he never wakes me up early. He only wakes me up at 6 o'clock and then goes to the factory quickly. Every day when I
Walking into the kitchen, you can always see a hearty breakfast, but for my father, he never has enough time to eat these delicious things.
He is the boss, but I can always see his busy figure.
Is a serious person, with few smiles on his face, but every time he hears it,
If you make progress in your study, you will
Happily encouraged us to want to go up a flight of stairs. That smile, blooming on my father's dark face, was like a lotus flower, but it gave me a hard pull at that time. Father, your daughter's little achievement makes you so proud, and the glory has not soaked your sweat!
My father is always busy. In fact, I know that my father wants to invite three or five friends to a favorite house in the morning, just like others.
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Happy to prepare simple meals with my mother at noon and study and play with us at night; Survival, this is cruel.
Take away my father's youth, health and rest one by one. My meager ability now is not enough to bear some for my father. My father propped me up silently, but let me go well.
Journey.
I can't repay my father's efforts. I can only say, "Dad, I love you. You are the best father in the world. " thank you
6. Write a composition that imitates the steps or the back. I have always had a good impression on the steps, I am afraid it is innate. But the first step of remembering makes me very painful. This step is in grandma's yard. It's always rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the weather-beaten steps become extremely smooth and grow some moss. Every rainy day, all the people in the yard are trying to find this point step by step. Grandma has warned me many times to walk slowly and leisurely, but I still let her down. If I remember correctly, I was five years old that year and it was rainy season. I took pocket money to buy bubble gum. Xiao Ao in the courtyard said that this bubble gum is a new banana flavor and can be blown to the boss. When I was hesitating to buy one or two, I accidentally fell down. The process of how to fall has been blurred, as if it were completed in an instant. When my head hit the ground heavily, I saw two stone lions grinning at the gate of the town and laughing at the little bubbles I blew. Gradually, the two stone lions turned blood red, and I felt dizzy, and then I felt severe pain. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself being picked up by others. There were many people around me, but I couldn't hear their voices, as if the world had become a vacuum. Later, I learned that the fall was really not light, and my left eyebrow was broken. Now I can't help but feel my broken eyebrows and lament that there is no chance to be a "beautiful girl" in my life when I sing the sentence describing Daiyu, "Two bends are like frowning, but a pair of eyes are like happiness but not happiness".
I thought I would be afraid of the steps from now on, but I like the steps more and more in my heart. I was inexplicably excited to see the steps, so I couldn't help walking around.
In junior high school, there was a step on the playground to guide practice. A girl with fair skin and good figure will be there on time every day, facing us and taking us to do exercises vigorously. Later, I gradually learned that she is one grade higher than us, and she is a good child with all-round development. She is often the first in her grade. During that time, I listened to Stephanie's Start over and over again. Just one day when I was doing exercises, the sun shone on her face, and the whole figure was plated with gold. The melody of Venus popped out of my ear unconsciously, and I suddenly felt that she was Venus, holy and radiant. A year later, of course, she was admitted to the best high school in this city. On the steps, there is also a girl who leads the exercise. Although doing exercises is not inferior, I always feel something is missing when I am free.
High school days are dull and boring, just like being in a battlefield filled with smoke and a bloody world. I always take my history books, secretly run to the stands of the sports ground, walk to the highest step, sit quietly and start reading the pre-Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. I like to travel through history, be a passer-by, look at the dust of the dynasty and escape from great pressure for a while. When you are tired, put on earplugs and listen to BON JOVI's "This is My Life" to relax your tired heart in his screams.
Before the college entrance examination, a photo of a university was posted on the bedside. There is a spacious step in the photo. Countless students came down the steps wearing bachelor robes, hats and diplomas, and their faces were full of confidence and pride. I'm as devout as a Christian? Right, ruthenium? Blinking? What's the matter with you? Fortunately, Weng Huan lives in Bao? Talk about peptone? ? br & gt； There are steps between the west 1 floor and the west 2 floor, and the middle floor faces the library under construction. I always go to these places for classes. The best time is at night. At this time, when the light comes on, the light shines on the glass strips inlaid on the steps. The monotonous footsteps actually reflect some sporadic light, like a naughty child blinking, and sometimes there is a sense of dizziness. After this step, it is a great test for a lazy person like me who doesn't like sports. It is often out of breath before climbing to the top, and it takes a lot of effort to get knowledge in the classroom. I think, designers also use a bitter conscience to integrate the learning realm of "gradually widening the belt without regret, making people haggard for Iraq" into ordinary walking. It's really much easier to walk down the steps from the classroom. After class, I took this step, and the fatigue of the whole day faded little by little with the bumps of my steps, and I relaxed. The steps in the middle building are most suitable for endorsement. In the morning, you can hear birds singing quietly there. When you look up, your eyes are open and your heart is open.
I don't know how many steps will appear in my life, but I think I am doomed to take them.
7. The journey of life is like steps. At first, my first step was based on my parents' patient teaching. Later, it was the teacher's careful teaching that laid the foundation for my next step. However, one day, I will look for it alone-the upward steps.
When I was distracted in class, my best friend came to me in a hurry after class, holding her waist with one hand and telling me with righteous words that I should study hard and not be distracted in class. This is not right. How can we get into a good high school together in the future? ……
Isn't this a step that inspires me to move up?
When I don't want to do my homework: the teacher comes to me and sometimes reminds me to do my homework quickly with one eye; Sometimes I am patiently advised by words, just like a loving mother educating her children; Sometimes I will become a strict father, criticizing my poor work and making me progress.
Isn't all this just a step to push me up?
Yes, and the warmth, motivation and courage brought by the sunshine from my mother when my mood is low. This is an improvement for me.
On that day, the sun was scorching the earth, and I walked slowly on my way home, next to the traffic. I walked slowly, the shadow on the ground was retreating, and the noisy crowd was retreating.
With a bang, I opened the door handle at home, lowered my head and stared at the mid-term paper printed with "55" in bright red, not knowing how to speak.
My mother turned around when she saw me come in. I was in a panic. "I ... Mom, I failed the exam ..." Then she put the test paper on the table and hurried upstairs.
After a while, I heard the sound of the door handle turning. My mother came over and put the test paper on the table and sat next to me.
"Nothing, mom doesn't blame you." Mom seems to have guessed the fear in my heart. "Look at the paper. Can you answer all the questions wrong? "
Ok ... but the test paper is 120 ... "I'm a little surprised.
It's okay. Mom knows you made a mistake. I wish I could do better in the next exam. Past failures do not mean future failures. Past failures will only be the next step in your success! "
Yes, upward force is everywhere, and so is failure. At this time, the mud under your feet does not represent future failure, it will only be an upward force for a brighter step!
8. In the step, my father wrote a 300-word composition. When I was a child, I saw the back most, as if it were my father.
On many occasions, my father always walks in front of us. Or any occasion.
Of course, if he walks behind me, there will be no natural sight and no impression; It happened that my father's back appeared repeatedly in middle school texts and other reading materials. A gentle shadow, generous and powerful.
It belongs to tolerance. When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella.
I don't like to take it. In fact, it often rains in the mountainous climate of my hometown. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like Xiamen, but it will last.
I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was that the umbrella at home was too heavy and long. I was short at that time.
I brought a long umbrella when I was in the fifth grade, and I couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building. It was opened by a tall female classmate and was laughed at by her classmates.
15 years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown. She is married and her appearance has changed, but I still remember her curled up with an umbrella, although I am much taller than her now. I don't remember if I was missing an umbrella.
Dad will give me an umbrella when it rains, and I'm still afraid of him. The more scared I am, the more I hope he won't give me an umbrella, but it's impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and her home is between my mother's school and mine. My mother can't walk a long way to see me off, especially when I go out.
My father will say, I have already said, take an umbrella on a sunny day, and I am full and hungry. Then pass me the umbrella.
I took it silently, and then walked behind in small steps. I think I fell behind on purpose.
Father found that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down. So you can see his back completely from the back.
Sometimes, I will see the rain coming obliquely, and my father's umbrella is not straight, so I will spray my clothes a little. On another occasion, my father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the way.
Tell them that my father and I can take an umbrella. I watched them walk away.
Father never looked back. He walked ahead in the rain. I called my father. Maybe the rain was loud and my father didn't hear it.
9. Write a "step" composition. The steps of life are nurtured by family, taught by teachers and tempered by friends.
Footsteps are everywhere, everywhere, but that only makes your body move forward, not your spirit. The pace of life is invisible, and it helps our thoughts progress every day.
Every look in the teacher's eyes and the concern of classmates is not to give your life a step! In my study, if I am perfunctory in class, the teacher's eyes remind me to be serious. At this time, the steps in my heart will gradually increase, reminding me to study hard. During the exam, when I am complacent, the teacher will give me a look, with praise and criticism, praising me for doing well in the exam and criticizing me for being arrogant. As the saying goes, "Modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind", how can I stop moving forward because of a small victory?
I should work harder. At this time, my heart will gradually form a step, a step of hard work.
When you encounter all kinds of setbacks in life, students will help you secretly. Once, I fell down while running and was black and blue. When my head is broken, my classmates will come around one by one, some will give me paper towels, some will comfort me, some will help me and take care of me. At that time, I was surrounded by a lot of love.
Some people will cast a disdainful glance and proudly say, "What kind of injury is this? Are you making such a fuss? " Yes, this injury is nothing, don't make a fuss, just get up where you fell, because we are energetic teenagers! The steps to promote my courage came one after another. Sometimes, I lie for fear of being scolded, and then I blush.
My parents knew I was lying, but they didn't say anything. It's just that they are strict and alert to me with gentle eyes. After a long time, they will tell the truth like this. I don't understand why, but I should be the one buried in my heart. It's a look, but it's a compliment. There's still a step in life.
Steps are big and small, but they come to an end step by step, but the illusion on the steps of life will disappear with thoughts, leaving only brilliant and profound steps of life.
10. In the step, my father wrote a composition of 300 words. When I was a child, I saw the most figures, as if it were my father.
On many occasions, my father always walks in front of us. Or any occasion.
Of course, if he walks behind me, there will be no natural sight and no impression; It happened that my father's back appeared repeatedly in middle school texts and other reading materials. A gentle shadow, generous and powerful.
It belongs to tolerance. When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella.
I don't like to take it. In fact, it often rains in the mountainous climate of my hometown. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like Xiamen, but it will last.
I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was that the umbrella at home was too heavy and long. I was short at that time.
I brought a long umbrella when I was in the fifth grade, and I couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building. It was opened by a tall female classmate and was laughed at by her classmates.
15 years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown. She is married and her appearance has changed, but I still remember her curled up with an umbrella, although I am much taller than her now. I don't remember if I was missing an umbrella.
Dad will give me an umbrella when it rains, and I'm still afraid of him. The more scared I am, the more I hope he won't give me an umbrella, but it's impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and her home is between my mother's school and mine. My mother can't walk a long way to see me off, especially when I go out.
My father will say, I have already said, take an umbrella on a sunny day, and I am full and hungry. Then pass me the umbrella.
I took it silently, and then walked behind in small steps. I think I fell behind on purpose.
Father found that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down. So you can see his back completely from the back.
Sometimes, I will see the rain coming obliquely, and my father's umbrella is not straight, so I will spray my clothes a little. On another occasion, my father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the way.
Tell them that my father and I can take an umbrella. I watched them walk away.
Father never looked back. He walked ahead in the rain. I called my father. Maybe the rain was loud and my father didn't hear it.