(1) I have to tell stories with her
My mother and I have to tell stories
My mother and I have known each other for a long time, and it has been 28 spring, summer, autumn and winter. When my mother was pregnant with me, her pregnancy reaction was so strong that she could hardly eat anything. Besides, there was nothing nutritious to eat in the next year. I was born thin and small, and my grandmother looked at it and said, "This child can't keep alive." Who knows that I not only lived, but also lived better than many people.
When I was a child, I vomited as soon as I ate, and even my nostrils flowed out. I was so scared that the adults in my family carried me to the hospital. Because I didn't eat milk and lacked nutrition, I was in poor health when I was a child. I often went to the hospital for injections. Remember to always take penicillin, take injections for a week, and then take injections after a week at home. All the doctors in the hospital know me. If I don't cry when I take injections, I will be given a medicine box or bottle as a reward. Later, my family made two washboards with the leather pad under the medicine bottle cap I brought back. When I was young, there were no calcium tablets. I was very calcium deficient and my teeth grew badly. When I was at school, my classmates said, "Look at your teeth, just like corn cobs that didn't grow well." At that time, every family didn't have a house, and most of them lived in the apartment. My father works in Xinhua District, and my mother works in Qiaodong District (it will not be as detailed as it is now, and the Yuhua District and Chang 'an District are Qiaodong and Qiaoxi. My family lives in my mother's office, hehe. We work during the day and sleep at our desks at night. Later, my father was assigned a house, and two families lived in a two-bedroom house, one for each family. Later, both of them belonged to my family. It is inconvenient for my mother to take care of me all the time. In order to take care of me, she volunteered to transfer from a promising unit in the east of the bridge to another unit near home. In order to give up the career she loved, she started a job that was not professional.
from kindergarten, preschool, primary school, junior high school, senior high school and university, I walked like a child holding my mother by the corner, and wherever she took me, I went. It seems that since I was born, my mother has designed my future road for me. I don't like studying. I barely made it into the 18 key classes in the third grade cram school entrance examination. Three years later, I failed in the college entrance examination. My mother said that I would cram for one year, but I still didn't get a chance to take the exam again. My mother sent me to a school in Beijing, and I graduated in three years with a college diploma. When I came back from graduation, I was faced with the employment problem. In 21, the employment problem of fresh graduates was already quite serious, and the job was very difficult to find. My mother's system also stipulated that fresh graduates were not allowed to enter institutions, which was also difficult for my mother. She first got me into an enterprise in this system to participate in the work, and a year later transferred me to my current institution. It's easy for me to say, who knows how much work she has done behind her back! I am not an ambitious person, and I don't have any ideals. I don't think there is anything wrong with this puppet-like life. I am satisfied with my job and I am content with the status quo.
There is one thing that I have gone against my mother's wishes for the only time in many years. What made my mother's puppet become an unyielding warrior? I think you can guess that it is love. Maybe only love can compete with great maternal love. In 22, I met my current LP, which was love at first sight. When I first met her, I was attracted by her, and I finally became her BF with great effort. Love is sweet. At that time, I was still working in an enterprise, working in four classes and three shifts, and I had to work the night shift. I used to work the night shift before, so I just went home. Since I was with her, I dated after the night shift, until I took the last 61 to go home at night. I remembered the arrival time of the last 61 cars, and I was inseparable. I always ran to catch the 61. (It seems a little off topic, hehe. Later, just like the plot in the TV series, I introduced her to my parents with great joy, but my mother strongly opposed it. The reason was simple and real-the door was wrong and the door was wrong. It's true that film and television can't be separated from life. I thought what I could only see on the screen happened to me. At that time, the atmosphere at home was too depressing, which made people breathless. I also made a scene, fought silently, stayed up all night, and cried with GF.
after a few months, I habitually compromised. After breaking up with GF, I was in a decadent spirit. After work, I feasted with a group of friends who grew up since childhood, pushed a cup for a change, shuttled through the rest of the karaoke bars, and went on a night out. A few months passed, beer, white wine and foreign wine didn't anesthetize my heart. I still can't live without the person I love, and we are secretly together again. Soon my mother knew, and she was shocked. In her eyes, such an obedient child has become like this. Love supported me to persist step by step. I said to my mother, "Mom, I know you are doing me good and making my life easier in the future, but what's the point of a superior material life if you live with someone you don't love?" I have listened to you since I was a child. This time, you let me choose one for myself, just this time! " Finally, my mother agreed. Although there was so much helplessness, I still planned my marriage with me ...
On the wedding day, LP and I stood side by side on the stage. When the master of ceremonies talked about the parents' hard-working upbringing for more than 2 years, the keyboard player played the familiar song "Only a mother is good in the world", and the note * * * struck my nerves, and my tears poured out. I cried in front of hundreds of people in the audience. I hope that when you talk about this sentence in the future, you will have a good experience and touch your heart.
Last Mother's Day, I gave my mother a bunch of carnations and cooked her a meal with LP. This year's Mother's Day is coming again, and my wife and I have discussed it. In fact, for elderly people, plain is true. She will be very happy to have dinner with her and talk about work and life. She may not be happy even if you spend more money. After marriage, my wife and I go back and forth with my mother and her mother every weekend. Although we have lost many opportunities to get together with friends and classmates, I think this is what I should do. My mother will retire next year, so I will definitely spend more time with her.
My parents named me Peng. I hope I can fly like Dapeng one day, but I'd rather be a crow that feeds back! Finally, I wish all mothers in the world a happy holiday, health and longevity.
(2) Composition "My Father and I-A Story I Have to Tell"
The story my father and I have to tell is inscribed: Youth has passed, middle age has fallen, he has no regrets, he remains the same, and he has fully fulfilled the responsibility of being a great father.
Every morning, he will appear in the vibrant campus. His pace and smile are my father, a simple, honest and inarticulate father. When I was 3 years old, a car accident mercilessly paralyzed my lower limbs. He, a young man in his twenties, suffered the first major blow and setback in his life. After one year of hospitalization, my condition was discharged stably. Most of my hair is white and much older. I should have a happy family. Now, because of my naughty, he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, that is, to take care of, encourage and educate a paraplegic child to grow up. Now, I am 18 years old, and my father's hair is still kept "young" by baking oil.
During my three years in high school, my father sent me to class for one day every week. I got up early in the morning. After getting ready, my father carried me from the wheelchair to the car. I was 175 meters tall and weighed more than 18 kilograms, which was much bigger than my father's. Although getting on the car was only an instant action, I knew that my father's waist and neck were very painful and struggling. Every time I sat in my seat, I saw my father. After more than 2 minutes' drive, we came to my own world, my high school, with the same action and expression. I got off the bus. Every time my father pushed me into the school gate, he smiled, with a shallow smile and a gratified smile. I know that he was happy and proud for his son to come to school. Although he was tired and bitter, he was satisfied. After that, his father was on the first floor. My wheelchair weighs more than 2 kilograms. My father is dragging on it, and my mother is holding it below, facing dozens of steps on one floor. My father, who has never been afraid, still smiles when facing his classmates and teachers. Sometimes, my father jokingly says, "It's too old to work, but it's still something to go to the fifth floor." Whenever I go up to the first floor, my father has to rest for a few minutes to relax, adjust his breath and buffer his strength. He also tells me from time to time to attend classes well and communicate with his teachers and classmates. In the face of such a kind father, I always nod my head gently, and I have an indescribable taste in my heart, which is distressed. In this way, on the first floor, the second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor and the fifth floor, his pace is so firm. Smiling, he turned and left. As always, he insisted on sending me to school every time, regardless of the cold, hot summer and ice and snow. Perhaps, everyone watched too much and it was nothing, but as a father, the father of a paraplegic child, his bitterness and his responsibility, no one would understand, no one would understand, and only he silently resisted.
writing this, I not only think of the lyrics, my old father, my dear father, you have worked hard all your life, and you have paid sweat, tears and blood for your family and me. It is you who supported this family and gave me the opportunity to go to school. Your words inspired me again and again. Now, Father's Day is coming, and I am in the eighth district, in this special place.
(3) The story composition that my parents and I have to say is 8 words
I am 15 years old this year. Over the years, my parents have accompanied me for 15 years, including ups and downs. From a newborn child with a bigger fart to a junior high school student now, they have given me careful care and concern, as well as countless touches. Over the years, what I remember most is the days when I was a child. At that time, I was carefree and didn't know what responsibility was. I only knew that I would eat when I was hungry and sleep when I was sleepy, but I was very obedient at that time.
At that time, our family conditions were generally not very prosperous, and my parents were still young. I remember once my uncle stole a bunch of bananas from the landlord. At that time, our landlord had a banana field, and my uncle took me there. When I got home, my mother told me not to tell anyone. I nodded and indicated that I agreed. One day, the landlord came to my house to play and gave me some sweets to eat, so I said to the landlord, "Uncle, I stole bananas from your house." At that time, I didn't speak clearly and the landlord didn't hear me clearly, so I asked me, what did you say? I said it again, "Uncle, uncle went to your house to steal bananas". Huh? The landlord still didn't hear me clearly, so my mother saw this situation and immediately took me away.
I still remember one time when my uncle was reading a newspaper, and my mother deliberately played tricks on me and asked me to put a bottle of water in my uncle's shoes. I really obeyed and took a bottle of water to my uncle's place. My uncle also praised me for being a good boy and thought I gave it to him to drink. Unexpectedly, I suddenly fell into his shoes, and my mother kept laughing. At that time, many people were like how to fool me, because I listened to everyone at that time.
when I was a child, I liked eating fish very much, but I couldn't eat fish. Every time I ate fish, I had to pick out the thorns one by one, and my dad helped me pick them out every time. Once I ate fish, I accidentally got stuck in my throat, and it was very serious. The doctor asked my dad to buy a bottle of vinegar to drink, which might work. Unexpectedly, my dad bought vinegar by mistake, and I felt bored as a whole. My dad immediately sent me to the hospital by motorcycle, and it was only after a day of injection. Since then, I have even had a shadow over eating fish.
I think our mother often gives us a warm feeling. She grew up with us and had many interesting things. And the feeling that dad gives us is often great, as if the sky is falling and he has the feeling of holding it. Mom and dad gave us the happiness of the same year, the two pillars that supported us in the process of growing up, and the loving father and mother who taught us when we made mistakes.
(4) The story I have to tell with Shanghai
The British writer Shakespeare once said, "Books are the nourishment of the whole world." Whoever reads more books and reads good books is the owner of spiritual wealth. Because of this, I have become close friends with it, and many stories have happened with it.
reading
I remember one weekend when I finished my homework early. I thought I could have a happy weekend and read a good book, but my mother said, "Doing more extracurricular problems is much more beneficial than reading these idle books." Although I am very reluctant, I dare not disobey my mother's "imperial edict" and have to put down the book. When I was doing the problem, I was absent-minded, and there was a wonderful story in my mind. It was so boring to do the problem. I said, "Mom, I have to go to the bathroom." Mother looked very helpless. "Go back quickly!" I stole a story book and slipped into the toilet. The plot of the story is interlocking, which makes me reluctant to let go. "Are you ready? Hurry up!" Mother's urging came from outside the door. "Good!" I hid the book in my clothes and went out. What a close call!
Book collection
Usually, my mother won't let me read casual books, but "there are policies on the top and countermeasures on the bottom". I have a unique trick to deal with my mother. After school that day, I hurried home. Before my mother came back, I picked up the extracurricular books and feasted my eyes first. Suddenly, I heard the door ring. It must be my mother's return. I quickly put the extra-curricular books into the Chinese book, turned back a few pages and read the text. Mother came in and saw me reading the text, and went out without saying anything. I read extra-curricular books with relish again. Yeah! My tactics are perfect!
This is an interesting story that I have to tell with the book. Have you ever experienced such a thing?
[5] 9-word senior one composition: My mother and I have to tell a story
My mother and I have known each other for a long time. It has been 28 spring, summer, autumn and winter. When my mother was pregnant with me, her pregnancy reaction was so strong that she could hardly eat anything. Besides, there was nothing nutritious to eat in the next year. I was born thin and small. My grandmother looked at it and said, "This child can't support." Who knows that I not only lived, but also lived better than many people.
When I was a child, I vomited as soon as I ate, and even my nostrils flowed out. I was so scared that the adults in my family carried me to the hospital. Because I didn't eat milk and lacked nutrition, I was in poor health when I was a child. I often went to the hospital for injections. Remember to always take penicillin, take injections for a week, and then take injections after a week at home. All the doctors in the hospital know me. If I don't cry when I take injections, I will be given a medicine box or bottle as a reward.