On the road of growing up, I stumbled forward. The road is tortuous. With the support of parents, friends and teachers, the journey is no longer difficult. When I succeeded in leaving one successful footprint after another, I forgot to say thank you to them.
Once, the teacher assigned homework and said "I love you" to his parents. My family is normal and my parents are not so open. If I suddenly say this, my parents will be flattered and I will hesitate. ...
That night, everything was as usual. Mom is knitting a sweater and dad is drinking tea with his eyes closed. They try not to make a sound, so as not to affect me. In this silence, I was lost in thought: I can feel my parents' love, but why can't I say it? Don't I love them? Is it because I don't know love? No, no. I shook my head vigorously. The night sky outside the window is heavy, losing the blue of the past and falling into darkness.
Finally, I didn't say it.
In the morning, my mother put my schoolbag on my back and sent me downstairs. She seemed to remember something and told me to wait where I was. She turned and ran back, and the short figure disappeared from my sight. Step by step, her messy hair floated up and looked very dry. Fuck? When I was a child, I loved to touch my mother's hair, which was dark and bright. Why did it suddenly turn yellow? As if it were just overnight. Or, I forgot to look at my mother's hair, and I forgot to care about my mother who is no longer young. She rushed over. Thermos flask in hand-holding the brewed reed root tea. "Drink more, clear away heat and reduce fire." Mother reached out and cut my hair.
I have no choice. "Mom, I have something to say. I have a task ... I love you. " I thought i took a step, but-
"I knew it. In short, what does it matter if you say it or not? Don't worry, be careful on the road. "
I'm surprised, and my mother knows it. In short, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. This sentence should be kept in mind, buried in the heart, not hung in the mouth.
Love is both receiving and giving. I lack giving, and my heart seems to be a desert. Parents have worked hard and never paid back. They know love, but I don't.
It was Mother's Day, but my mother was ill. I didn't buy flowers or small gifts. I just sent a pill and a glass of water. I just covered my sleeping mother with a quilt. Knowing how to give is a big step in my heart, which is more precious than all vain "love"
It is a long process from ignorance to understanding. I finally learned to love, learn to pay, and pay from the bottom of my heart. This is a stable and profound footprint when I was growing up.
Discover every beautiful thing in the "long-distance running" of life.
Running can make people despair, because it is like the process of life, which is repeated and consumed.
-Anne Baby couldn't help reading this sentence, and felt that some ideas in her heart also sparked and produced a * * * sound. Yes, despair, repetition and consumption make me smile, which is helpless. ...
Because of the exam, I run 800 meters on the playground with my classmates every day.
Asphalt runway, black background and white line, I feel the ups and downs of vibration, running. Oh, I know, since I took the first step, I have been repeating myself, unwilling to look up at the blue sky and white clouds, unwilling to look sideways at the situation on the basketball court, and unwilling to look back at the young trees in the flower bed. ...
My breathing is getting faster and faster, and the figure of my classmates in front is gradually blurred. Why? Why is my throat so fishy? I seem to be far away from the noise of the playground and only hear my heavy breathing. Why is there no end to the white line? When will it end? Why is my life so boring? Why ... I closed my eyes painfully, let my legs move mechanically, and my heart became numb. Every day at two o'clock and one line, there is homework at midnight, thick papers, dazzling scores, constant repetition, despair and helplessness ... when I cross the finish line, I can't say anything more.
That morning, the whole class went to the movies. A silly story deeply shocked me. "run! Forrest Gump! " The image of Forrest Gump struggling forward has always occupied my mind. He doesn't have a clear goal, and God may not take special care of him, but he has achieved so much, that is, he runs and keeps moving forward, making him succeed step by step.
When I was running at noon that day, I suddenly felt the same way. I still felt the ups and downs, but I carefully observed everything around me. Oh, today's clouds are really beautiful. Are they greeting me with such a big smiling face? Look, that boy just scored a beautiful three-pointer, great! Today's small trees seem to have some yellow leaves. I wonder when I can really become a towering tree. The scenery along the road has always been different. As long as you are happy, you will always find beautiful scenery! The runway is still white and black, and there is no intersection. Oh, so what? I will quietly look forward to every beautiful period, and life cannot be changed. As long as I try my best and work hard, there will always be something different!
On the day of the exam, I took a big step, crossed the finish line and felt my growth again!
Night rhyme
On the red curtain, the three golden characters "Rhyme of the Night" are shining in the light. There is a soothing serenade on the radio. The host walked briskly to the stage.
[Applause everywhere. ]
First act
Jun stood up slowly and embarrassedly: "When I was a child, I had an inexplicable fear of the night. I always felt that night was like a veiled killer-mysterious! "
I scratched my head in embarrassment. Suddenly, the whole school laughed like a tide! )
Just then, a fat man trembled and said, "I like the night in the country!" " "(Teachers and students are at a loss! Eager to hear the following. But the fat man wanted to keep everyone's appetite, so he said unhurriedly. ) "Because of the moonlit night, I can see my sister Chang 'e, and I like her very much! "
(Say that finish, the fat man is still shy on the stage. All the students fainted, and many girls vomited! )
Fat man exits in laughter.
Act ii
A pure and lovely girl shyly intoned, "The cold wind, the faint moon and the swaying shadow are the main theme of the night. In the quiet Yamashita, listen to the frogs chirping, look at the twinkling stars and feel the charm of nature. It's not fast! "
(class is also intoxicated and yearning! )
Another boy couldn't help admiring: "mysterious night sky, lovely girl, you always give people infinite reverie." Staring at the night sky, your eyes always exude attractive charm. The breath of the night surrounds my mind, making me feel that the night was born to belong to me! "
(The teacher takes the lead in applauding. Many students are intoxicated. Some boys are screaming! )
Act iii
Dozens of students gave a wonderful performance on the stage. I don't know who pointed the finger at the Chinese teacher. The teacher came on stage, I don't know why he lamented! )
The teacher said, "I loved the night as much as you did when I was a child." When I was a child, I closed my eyes in the night wind, listened to the deep talk of the night, and occasionally heard the flute floating in the distance, which made me feel the beauty of the night! "
The teacher said, "I'm so excited. My apprentice is better than Lan. Let me sing you a song! The title of the song is "Night outside Moscow"! "
……
The unreachable night is the beauty of the night, and the accessible night is also the charm of the night. With such a wonderful joint performance between teachers and students, the school's "night rhyme" is more beautiful.
coagulate
I don't like my neighbors at all.
Let's not talk about vulgar and boring people. Aunt Hua, the "old lady with a broken mouth", Li, the "big mouth" sister-in-law, and Uncle Zhao, who only finished junior high school, can't stand it. Every time I see them, I just nod my head lightly and turn away in a hurry, for fear of saying anything more. Unlike mom, who rambles and gossips, you can make out by going to this house today and sending some food to that house tomorrow. In fact, I didn't mean to make bad friends with my neighbors, but this disgust somehow stuck in my heart and drove me away.
Now, my mother, who has always been healthy, is suddenly "as sick as a mountain" and my father is on a business trip, so I have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being the master. The pillars at home are gone, and the room is empty and desolate. I can't cook dinner, so I can only buy it outside. Walking through the busy streets, the lights are harsh and the wind is biting. I kept inhaling into my hand and sniffing my nose, and I felt left behind.
I was walking alone when I heard a whistle and a car stopped in front of me. -Isn't this Mrs. Lee's car? When the black glass came down, Mrs. Li leaned out and said, "Hey! Vest girl! Why are you here alone? " Her voice is still so loud. "Mom is ill, I'm going to buy rice." I answered with some injustice. "ouch! That won't do! " Li sister-in-law frowned, "patients can't eat greasy! Not good! " She firmly denied it. "Well, I'll cook some porridge and deliver it later ..." "That won't do!" This time it was my turn to firmly deny it. "Isn't my little sister still waiting for you to take care of her?" "Children should be independent, too. It's no big deal." She pushed the door open as she spoke. "Get in the car, girl." I hesitated, but she caught me. "It's cold, don't freeze." As soon as I got on the bus, the heating immediately surrounded me. Gradually, the frozen body dispersed, and the hand held by sister-in-law Li was like a warm charcoal fire at the moment. The warm current spread all the way, and the ill feelings that had been condensed in my heart for a long time seemed to be gently melted around by this warm current. Only then did I realize that Mrs. Li has a kind smile and clear and sincere eyes. I used to think she was fat and loud. ...
My mother's illness spread around through sister-in-law Li, and my home was very lively at night. Fruits and vegetables were sent to the door; A pile of cold medicine was brought next door; Uncle Zhao heard about it as soon as he entered the stair-door, and his voice was as high as Li Sao's "loud voice": "Sick! Drive to the hospital! This disease is very painful, but it can't be delayed! " Turn round and run, was stopped by two aunts; Aunt Hua is sitting in front of her mother's bed, still chattering. And now it's not boring at all. "Thank you …" I said, bowing sincerely, but my forehead was bounced by Uncle Zhao: "What a silly girl! What are neighbors thanking! " I grinned, but I felt the fog gathering in my eyes, and my emotions condensed into a gentle wave, which melted my heart.
On this cold night, I am so practical and warm. It turns out that this is the power of solidarity between people. It's too lonely to walk alone in the world. As long as people are in the same boat and share weal and woe, they can be condensed into beautiful scenery, inspiring strength and the most boundless love in the world.
From then on, I will use my own strength to make people's unity and cohesion spread farther and farther like spring water.
coagulate
Looking back on my growth, I found that I had more dust and less scars. The power of books made me understand the gains and losses in my growth.
My closed eyes were opened by Lin Haiying. Wiping off the dust on the paper of "Old Things in the South of the City", I saw my father's encouragement to Eiko: "Eiko, I survived." When her father's flowers were broken into pieces, Eiko grew up with her graduation eulogy. There are sadness and joy in life. Fallen? A sink? Eiko's life showed me strength.
The confusion and confusion in my heart were erased by Hu Shi. The opening "My Mother" is the mark that he licked Hu Shi's eyes when he was young. A word "true" shows how much a mother cares and loves her son. Children's growth can not be separated from parents' efforts and feeding, and how many blood and tears have been condensed by mothers' care for their children. Looking back on my growth, I found that I forgot a lot.
The fire of nirvana in my heart was lit by Lu Xun for me. Turning to the pages of Scream and Wandering, I can see Lu Xun's memories, the tragic and depressed hometown of the Revolution of 1911, and the aggrieved sister-in-law Xianglin ... Lu Xun abandoned medicine and criticized the darkness of society with a pen ... Looking back on his growth, he condensed it into a novel "Morning Flowers and Evening Picking Up" standing at the peak of literature.
The bright light in my heart was lit by Luo Guanzhong. I have read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms countless times, and many of them are still fresh in my memory. What an ambitious strategist Liu Bei is in his works. In order to achieve hegemony, he once visited the shanzhai. Loyal to brothers, willing to share joys and sorrows, life and death. I admire and sigh when I see Cao Cao's words "An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles". Looking back on Luo Guanzhong's Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I understand that I should be calm, earnest and determined to achieve my goal.
Only by condensing the power of books can I see the unyielding spirit of "the more frustrated I am, the braver I am", and the grateful heart of "how much love an inch of grass has, and how much I can repay the three spring rays", can I change from ignorance of society to seeing the society clearly, and can I clearly realize that "the world is cloudy and I am alone".
Concentrate on the power of books and find that there is more happiness and less sadness in growth; Concentrate on the power of books, and when the birthday song is played again, you can enter a new growth journey without regrets.
Labor-the beginning of life
My father is a worker and works hard every day. Grandma's illness and mom's laid-off are undoubtedly a blow to my family. In recent days, my father has lost weight again, and his heart is very bitter. I think I am a filial and sensible child. Since there are difficulties at home, I, a seven-foot man, can't help my father.
During the summer vacation, I rode my father's "plank" in the street. In the scorching sun, I want to spend my summer there. A woman with a child waved to me and got on a bus? Really alive! It's so hot, but how can I refuse to take a bus? Lazily pushed past, smiled and asked, "Where are you going?" "Join hands with the mall." Ms. Fengman spit out a word lightly and didn't hit me three times.
This is my first business. Come on! I secretly cheered myself up. Sweat has soaked through the vest, and the bean-sized sweat on my forehead hits the smoking road. The towel is wet, and my mouth is salty and astringent, and then I kick it up. The road is still infinitely extending, and I am flying in the bustling crowd, and I am very cautious for fear of rubbing against that old man.
From a distance, the big sign of "hand in hand" stands impressively on the top floor of the building. Ah, you are like an oasis in the desert, a candle on an iceberg, and a star in the night! Alas, it's finally here. I don't know if I look human.
"Thank you." I wiped my sweat and took the money-3 yuan! I smiled at myself and looked at the money for a long time. Dad, is this how you earn money after work? Dad, I shouldn't use your hard-earned money to buy those insignificant basketball shoes. I shouldn't use your hard-earned money to pretend to be a "rich man" and let my buddies squander it ... At this moment, I suddenly understood a lot. I live between my parents' daily running and toil, between their tears and sweat, and between their worries and sorrows.
"Young man-are you leaving?" An uncle woke me up.
"Hey, go for a walk, where are you going?"
Only then did I realize that life began from this moment.
Title: I really want it.
Requirements: (1) According to what you want to write, finish the topic first. (2) Write an article of about 600 words. Genre is not limited, except poetry. (3) if someone has a name, school name, place name, etc. , you can use XXX instead, or deduct money.
-Composition questions for the senior high school entrance examination in Henan Province
Example: I really want to be "free"
Dad, mom and grandpa are so heavy that I can't breathe. They make me sink into the sea of questions and bury me under the mountain of books all day. I had to obediently sit at the desk in my room, recite to a lot of books, sigh at the "38th parallel", and could not help but daydream, "Yes. Come to a' lightning action'. " I thought to myself. So, I stood up slowly and gently left the "tiger stool". I gently lifted my foot, slowly put it down, and finally moved to the front of the "38th parallel". I put my head out and looked around. "Small, are you thirsty again?" Dad's voice, I hurried back, ran to my seat, picked up the book and read it solemnly. Dad came, brought a cup of tea and went to my room for a while. Finally, he said, "Yes, what can I do for you?"
After a while, I was fidgeting again. The "second action" plan is ready, and I slowly move towards the "38th parallel". Just like just now, no one found out. I slowly raised my legs and finally crossed the "38th parallel" for the first time. I can't help but get excited and wave to me with victory. I rushed to the door like lightning. "Stop, where are you going?" Dad's cry nailed me there like a sledgehammer. I don't know when, mom and grandpa appeared. "I knew you were dishonest and always wanted to play." You are already a junior three student, so study hard, or you will not be able to keep up. "Then, under my mother's nagging and grandpa's persuasion, I went back to my cell 267 and started my meditation again, because only in this way can I enter an institution of higher learning, satisfy my father's wishes, and be a good son of my mother and a good grandson of my grandfather.
Looking at the birds flying freely outside the window, I know they won't have any troubles, because their calls are full of joy. Looking at it, looking at it, I couldn't help but jump out of two "pearls" in my eyes. How I want to be "free", just a little bit of freedom to study and relax, I want to shout, I want to be free!