Hello! Mother's Day is coming, but you don't feel anything, and you are still working hard for me. Before you know it, a few faint wrinkles have appeared on your forehead. Every time I see the wrinkles on your forehead, I always feel that the more I look at them, the more like a word "love", which you wrote with the love you gave me bit by bit.
I remember one day at noon, the scorching sun scorched the earth. I rummaged through my schoolbag to read my composition, but I turned my schoolbag upside down and couldn't find my composition book. At this moment, the Chinese teacher came in and said, "We are going to copy the composition of Unit 4 on paper this afternoon." This really worries me. I rushed into the telephone booth to give you a call and asked you to send me my composition book. After you hung up the phone, you looked at home, but you still couldn't find it. You suspected that I had brought my composition book, so you probably didn't look for it carefully. But for the sake of safety, you typed the composition I submitted from the Internet and sent it to me. When you came to school, I found your face red with the sun and your back wet. Looking at your tired figure, tears rolled down your cheeks.
Mom, your hands are so clever. You knit all the sweaters I wear. Your sweater is old, too. I want to take time to knit one for myself. After you finished knitting my sweater, you began to knit your own. But I haven't knitted my sweater halfway, and you're worried that the sweater I'm wearing is too thin and I'll catch cold, so you start knitting another sweater for me. It's summer now, but you haven't finished knitting the sweater for yourself.
Mom, you really look like a tireless person. When I was playing, you were washing my clothes; When I was watching TV, you were cooking good food for me; While I was playing computer, you were cleaning my room. ...
Mom, don't worry about me on Mother's Day. You should have a good rest. I can do anything at home. Mom, I will make you proud to have a sensible child like me.
Your son: Dear Shanshan.
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Write inscriptions and model essays on the theme of moving.
Topic focus
In our life, we are moved by many things. Sometimes it's sound, sometimes it's color, sometimes it's state, sometimes it's scene ... In life, we will have many casual touches, which come from relatives, friends, teachers, classmates and strangers. ...
Please describe your own experience and express your feelings with the topic of "moving". You can comment, comment on the world and so on. Write an article of not less than 600 words, regardless of genre, self-thinking, and self-made topics.
Writing skills
When we write with the theme of "moving", we must first mobilize the accumulation of life, recall and select touching people or things, feelings or scenes with rich connotations and worth chewing. From the content, we can write about great feats, trivial matters and wonders of nature. No matter how you write, you should pick the touching things in your life and express them in simple and frank words.
In writing, lyrical discussion is essential, but it should be based on narrative, otherwise lyrical discussion will become passive water and rootless wood, which will not affect readers. Attention should be paid to narrative skills, lyric and discussion skills, the blending of emotion and scenery, the infiltration of matter and reason, the creation of plots and details, the comparison and rendering of environment and emotion, and so on. It is a way of writing to give priority to narration, take things as the main body of the article, and then trigger necessary lyricism or discussion; According to the needs of writing, it is also a writing method to sort things out and intersperse them in various parts of the article to write a short essay of "gathering form and gathering spirit"; Even if there is only narrative, it is not bad to integrate feelings into narrative and express their feelings implicitly, so that readers can figure it out for themselves.
Inscription example
Learn to be moved, always moved, experience life and cherish life. -inscription
The courage to make progress often comes from ordinary feelings. -inscription
I am always used to being moved by things around me. Today, I suddenly found that people around me are also moved by me. -inscription
Touching is the subtle feeling of shaking in the pinhole-like gap of the sieve of life, which comes from the accumulation of kindness. -inscription
Touched, it ignited the fragrance of spiritual home and haunted people's lives. -inscription
I am very touched, and I can treat everyone around me sincerely. -inscription
We have been looking for touch, and touch is all around us. -inscription
Happiness is not given by anyone. Let's cherish every little touch, and we will be closer to happiness-inscription.
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The touch of four seasons
In life, there are many beautiful things that slip away between us inadvertently. My friend, don't let this wonderful feeling slip through your fingers like fine quicksand. Please learn to cherish. -inscription
First of all, spring
"The weather is changeable, it was sunny just now. How can all of a sudden ... "I can't help complaining. There was another cold wind, and I couldn't help shivering. Sneezing one after another, my nose has been ignoring me. I had to bite my bullet and finally got to school. I rushed home without saying hello to my good classmates (from the official document) ... "Ding Ling Ling ..." Why didn't anyone answer the phone? Oh, by the way, mom and dad are on duty in the hospital. I am in a daze. My head is dizzy and heavy. I looked at my watch vaguely. "Oh, no!" It's already half past eight. I picked up the receiver and heard a familiar voice: "XX? Why haven't you arrived at school yet? The first class is over. Is there anything wrong? " "I ... caught a cold yesterday and overslept." "So that's it. In the future, you should pay attention to the weather changes and add clothes in time, but don't worry, rest at home today, and I will find a way to make up for the missing classes. " "well! ..... "I nodded hard, eyes blurred again. ...
Second, summer.
The sun is high in the air, the trees beside the poplars are smoking, and the green leaves are like thirsty mouths. I was sweating like a pig after physical education class came down. The students went back to the classroom, huddled under the electric fan, blowing cool air and drinking delicious drinks. I sat alone in my seat, trying to quell the old protests, all because of my memory. My mother filled me with water last night and forgot when she went out in the morning. I can't remember how many times. Go to the grocery store to buy. The wallet has been in deficit for a long time. Alas, bear with it.
When I was upset, I suddenly got out a cup of coke that was spraying a chill, and I couldn't help but stare big eyes. "Drink!" "But what about you?" "Me, and." "Well, thank you!" "Don't worry! Friends should help each other! " I quickly inserted the straw and took a long drink. Ah, a chill goes straight to my heart, which is really cool!
Third, autumn.
Maple leaves are red all over the hillside, and leaves are everywhere. How can you miss such a beautiful scenery?
I walked alone on the path, enjoying the boundless scenery. In the distance, a man and a woman are kneeling. As a third party, I didn't want to worry about other people's happiness, so I turned and climbed up the hillside. After walking for a while, I couldn't help looking back at the close lovers. Only to find that two people are scrambling for something. It didn't take long for the man to leave angrily, leaving only the sad girl.
I can't help shaking my head regretfully and walking on. ...
Fourth, winter.
The cold enveloped the whole city, and my hands were red with cold and stiff. Mother gently rubbed my little hand with her warm big hand and then covered her chest. I looked at my loving mother, and a warm current welled up in my heart, and tears rolled down my cheeks.
I hope time will freeze. ...
Moved by the four seasons, I learned to cherish. Because Jane
Unfortunately, I recorded all these feelings.
A Brief Comment This article picks four ordinary and touching pictures from the four seasons in a piecemeal way, which implicitly shows the author's understanding and thinking about teachers and students' feelings, friendship, love and affection, thus explaining the topic of "cherishing" to the fullest. Coupled with the inscription and response at the end of the article, the abstract emotional topic of "cherish" is vividly described, and the structure of the article is also integrated.
Thanksgiving mother's day composition
There is an emotion, born unconditionally; But mother's love is endless; There is a person who doesn't care what feedback you give her; Whether you succeed or fail, she will always love you; Her name is Mom. San Mao once wrote an article "The Watchman's Angel". The article says that the truest and most sincere angel in every life is his parents. Angels have been trying their best to shelter their children from the wind and rain all their lives.
CCTV has a public service advertisement of "washing mother's feet". The content is about a woman washing her feet for her elderly mother. All this was noticed by her young son, who even imitated her mother's appearance and brought her foot washing water. This advertisement has aroused great repercussions in society, and middle schools in many cities have also carried out the activity of "washing mothers' feet" and arranged compositions with this theme.
So, why did this incident cause such a big shock? I'm afraid it's because when they reveal a well-known great theme, they also touch the inner pain of all children in the world, that is, we don't understand the great truth of maternal love, or although we know it, we ignore the return consciously or unconsciously most of the time.
It can be said that among many foreign festivals, Mother's Day may be the easiest for China people to understand, but on this day, we still seem to lack the "courage" to express our love for our mother with a bunch of carnations, let alone feel ashamed of our mother's great kindness.
However, expression is necessary, but the form need not be a bunch of flowers, perhaps other small gifts, perhaps a basin of foot washing water, or even a cordial greeting on the phone, but the effect is the same, that is, in exchange for the comfort and touch of the mother-in fact, all mothers in the world are so easily moved, and they really have little requirements for their children.
Thanksgiving doesn't have to thank you for your kindness.
A hotel in Los Angeles. In the morning, three black children wrote a thank-you note at the dinner table. This is the homework they have to do every day. The boss wrote eight or nine lines on the paper, the sister wrote five or six lines, and the younger brother only wrote two or three lines. Looking closely at the content, it is simple sentences such as "The wild flowers on the roadside are really beautiful", "The pizza I ate yesterday was delicious" and "My mother told me a very interesting story yesterday". It turned out that the thank-you letter they wrote to their mother was not specifically to thank her for her help, but to record the little happiness in their young hearts.
They still don't know what great kindness is, only know that every good thing should be grateful. They thank their mothers for their hard work, their peers for their enthusiastic help, and their brothers and sisters for their mutual understanding … They have a "grateful heart" for many things that we take for granted. For a long time, gratitude in my heart is gratitude to the "benefactor". In fact, "gratitude" is not necessarily gratitude for great kindness. Gratitude is actually an attitude towards life, a moral sentiment that is good at discovering beauty and appreciating it.
In this world, nine times out of ten things will go wrong. With a "grateful" heart, we are good at discovering the beauty of things and feeling the beauty in the ordinary, then we will respond to the ups and downs in life with an open mind and an open mind, so that the original plain life will glow with charming brilliance!
Don't forget to thank.
Some people say: true feelings do not need to be thanked. So we no longer write birthday cards to our parents. We take thanks out of our words and pretend to turn a blind eye to our parents' love. We mistakenly think that this is independence and maturity, and this is strength and reserve. But my parents always take care of us.
At school, we learned to thank friendship, even sensitive to it, and when we raised our eyebrows and nodded, our hearts were full of sweetness. At school, we learned to be grateful to our teachers and pay attention to a smile, an encouragement and a concern. My dream is full of beauty. At school, we learned to appreciate society, a performance, a reward and a certificate, and our eyes were full of hope. Maybe we forgot something, but we don't care anymore.
It turns out that we missed so many affectionate moments in life; It turns out that our parents and I still love each other deeply. Our figure is a sail, and their eyes are the sea; Our dream is white clouds and their true love is the sky.
Students, please look back at your parents, remember those happy days, and believe that when the pain is embraced, what road is not good in the future? ...
Don't forget to thank you, love needs our expression!
Articles and comments on moving
When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.
I bent down to pick it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.
For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant?
A friend once wrote me this sentence: "We passed by, not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.
There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch is everywhere.
Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...
Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched?
What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.
Touched, such as refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.
Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.
Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.
When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.
Friend, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!
I found a few, just write one.