I recall the vast sea, but everything is vague, and the only thing that is clear is my mother's back. Since I can remember, I have seen my mother's busy back all day. My mother cultivated my independent ability when I was very young, which benefited me a lot. I don't know if it is worth mentioning him, but it left an indelible memory in my young mind. At that time, I went to a large kindergarten class and had to take an upgrade exam. For me so young, it was really a big exam at that time. That night, my mother didn't ask anything about the exam. I asked my mother to help me prepare for the exam, but my mother said that she would do her own thing without any encouragement or comfort. At that time, my tears of disappointment flowed down.
the next day, I ignored my mother and ran to school with my schoolbag. At the school gate, parents led their children one after another, asking questions and asking questions about exams. I suddenly felt like I was greatly wronged, and tears swirled in my eyes. I thought, "does mom not love me anymore?" The more I think about it, the more wronged I am, but I still hold a glimmer of hope. I will look back after two steps. How I hope that my mother will suddenly appear in front of me like a myth. It is getting closer and closer to the examination room, and the hope is getting more and more slim. But I never saw my mother's figure, my hopes were completely shattered, and the tears of injustice could not stop, pouring out like spring water, and I choked into the examination room. During the exam, my mind was floating, and I accidentally saw a vague figure, which was so familiar-it was my mother, and I wanted to be reassured, because I got an answer. On the day of June, the child's face changed, and it was still clear in Wan Li. Suddenly it became overcast. In a flash, it rained cats and dogs. I couldn't help looking out of the window. In the twilight, I could only see my mother's figure, which was so vague and clear. I wanted to rush out and let my mother go home, but there was nothing I could do. I passed through the rain curtain and watched my mother's back for a long time. My mother's back in the rain is deeply branded in my heart. 2. Write a 6-word composition imitating Zhu Ziqing's "The Back"
1. I am very afraid to look at the back, because it is always so silent.
If you follow the back, you can see everything, but you can't see the back you care about and where your eyes fall. Then I will be unscrupulous and distracted until my back suddenly turns back and my expression immediately calms down, but in fact I am panicked; I'm afraid that a very strange face will suddenly come close to me.
the figure I saw most when I was a child seems to be my father. Father always walks in front of us, on many occasions.
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.
grow up and often read without an umbrella. I don't like to bring it.
In fact, in the mountainous climate of my hometown, it often rains. Once it rains, it will not stop for several minutes like Xiamen, but will continue. I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was that the umbrellas at home were so heavy and long.
I was very short at that time. I brought a long umbrella in the fifth grade, so I couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building.
It was opened by a tall female classmate and laughed at by her classmates. Fifteen years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown. She has been married and her appearance has changed, but I still remember the way she opened her umbrella and curled up, although I am much taller than her now.
I don't remember whether I took less umbrellas at that time. My father will give me an umbrella when it rains, and I am still afraid of him.
The more I am afraid, the more I hope it won't be him to deliver the 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 take a long way to see me off, especially when I go out. My father will say, as I have already said, bring an umbrella in sunny days and be full of hungry food.
then pass me the umbrella. I took it silently, and then walked behind in small steps.
I think I walked behind on purpose. Father found out that as long as he slowed down, I would be slower.
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 hold an umbrella.
I watched them walk away. My father didn't look back at all. He walked ahead in the rain. I called my father. Maybe the rain was loud and my father didn't hear me.
when a person walks, he will bury his head but not meditate. Every time someone cuts you off, you always keep your head down when you walk.
Too often, I just want to walk silently without talking, if I like my fellow travelers around me very much. At this time, the pace of walking suddenly slowed down.
I will often inadvertently see other people's backs. At this time, what you see is either silent or irrelevant, or the only thing you can see at a glance is the back, which takes up too many pictures, but you can't see through it.
two different people would have walked at random. I once dreamed about the back of my back in my dream.
a strange face is like a lifetime ago, and suddenly I feel that the world has been hollowed out, leaving only a pale one. When I woke up, I was glad that such an expression face only appeared once in my dream, but I never saw it in reality.
in reality, at most, it is distance, distance. Just as the back walks through the traffic, if you want to keep up or pull, you will be blocked by the garage.
fortunately, they are not close at hand, but the opposite turn is missed with the shoulder. So would you rather just look at the back?
2 When I read Zhu Ziqing's Back, I think of the back of my parents. But it's not completely different, because Zhu Ziqing's article shows his father's concern for him, and my parents' back leaves me with only ruthless regret.
When I was 5 years old, I was taken to court. My grandmother held me in a chair. When I saw my parents, I called out to them, but they ignored me. My father and mother argued endlessly in court. Finally, when I heard that I was awarded to my mother, my father left the court. I shouted "Dad-",but the "shadow" left me without looking back. Since then, I have lived with my mother and grandmother.
but a few days later, my heartless mother left me, too. Grandma wanted to leave me, but she couldn't bear it, so she left me, so I was like a child without father and mother, living with her all day.
In the days when my grandmother is with me, I often think of the scenes when I lived with my parents: my father rode a car, took me to play in the street and took me fishing by the river; My mother took me shopping and bought me clothes. I can't stop crying when I think about it.
After that, my grandmother sent me to school, and my uncle provided my tuition. When my classmates invited me to his birthday celebration, I was really envious when I saw other people's parents give their children beautiful gifts to make wishes in front of candles.
I want to have a birthday more than once. I don't want that sweet and delicious cake or that exquisite gift. I just want my parents to make up and wish me a birthday, but I have been looking forward to it until today, but I haven't. When I learned from my uncle that my mother remarried and my father got married, I cried bitterly. M: what? This bear skeleton Ang ⒆ sakura? Don't cry, they are heartless things, and they don't deserve your sadness. You should study hard and do something big to show them. "
At this moment, my grandmother's tears came down unconsciously. Dad, mom, I want to have a home, a warm and happy home, I want to have the love of my parents, but I can't get it.
Dad, mom, do you know that your departure has brought me infinite sadness and resentment, which has made me feel the pain of losing my loved ones, and made me a child who has parents but can't be cared for by them experience many human frustrations! I once again call from the heart: "Dad, Mom, have pity on me, remarry ..." However, what I answered was only those waves of echoes, and the back that is getting farther and farther away from me and getting smaller and smaller in my eyes ... Comments at the end: the divorce of parents has brought indelible trauma to the children's hearts. The little author expressed his feelings of missing his parents in the article, especially at the end. 3. Imitation of the composition of "The Back" 6 words
It was late autumn, the dew was cold and the wind was chilling. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously, screaming at the bare treetops, and the yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind, swirling in the air, just falling and being rolled up ... People's faces were full of chill.
My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold, even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole of the sweater, which is almost overwhelming.
Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: It's another tough winter! At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting on the ground alone. With the cold wind, we quickly stepped forward, and the back gradually became clear ... It was a beggar.
She is about 3 years old, but her brow and face are full of vicissitudes of life. She was only wearing thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew, and she held the baby in her arms tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts and snuggling in his mother's arms.
Maybe it's the mother who snuggled up to him. She clung to the child and hugged her tightly. She wanted to share her body temperature with the child in half, but she forgot that she was still sitting on this cold and bone-chilling ground, and she was still shaking ... At this moment, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, which made her pale at the sight of grass and Buddha, and the wood fell off, which was extremely harsh and violent. She shuddered.
However, I saw that she wrapped the child in a quilt again, and then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child. Her body is like a leaf in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyes can drive away the cold. She looks at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appears on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth ... She hugs the child tightly, stands up from the ground and walks away step by step ... It's just that the child in her arms is still sleeping, as if she doesn't know the dilemma he is facing, or he knows that he will never be cold, because no matter what.
the cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress was draped over me, and a warm current spread all over my body. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm. 4. Write a composition of 3 words by yourself
In the vast sea of people, only his back impresses me. Under the irradiation of the sunset, it radiates light and is so dazzling. He is an ordinary person, living an ordinary life, and there are four people in his family. There are an elderly mother, a disabled wife and a child who is attending kindergarten. He is the only joist in the family. All hopes are pinned on him. After all, he is a man. In order to support this family, he started collecting rags. As usual, people went to work one after another in the early morning, and the community was quiet. There were no children playing and singing, and while I was enjoying this quiet time, a harsh voice came into my ear, "Collecting rags, who has rags?" "It woke me up from my dream. I got up complaining, and my mood was gray and terrible. Before long, there was a fierce quarrel downstairs, and curiosity prompted me to go down and have a look. I squeezed into the crowd and saw the rag collector arguing with a family. I carefully looked at the rag collector. He was in his early 4 s, and his hair seemed to be unwashed for a long time. It looked like a chicken nest, and there were still several scars on his face. Someone should have taught me a lesson. His thick lips were wrapped in a thick beard, which looked scary. His clothes were tattered and patched everywhere, so I didn't dare to look down. I thought to myself: This man really has no quality. From their quarrel, I learned that the family thought it was him who stole something, but he refused to admit it, but he was still weak and finally gave it to that family. I rode away on his broken tricycle. I watched his leaving figure and cursed him constantly. How old was the governor? He should be punished. A few days later, the rag collector came again. I thought: You are a rat crossing the street-everyone shouted, how dare you come? However, this time I was all wet. He not only found what that family lost, I also repaired the broken machine for that family. He got back his own money and left with a tricycle. Looking at his back, I was silent. His shining back gradually left, and my face became redder under the irradiation of the sunset. 5. Ask for an essay that imitates "The Back"
My father loves me like fire, and he illuminates the road for me; Father loves like fire, he shows me the way; Father's love is like fire, he sends me warmth; Father loves like fire, he burns years for me.
a father loves like fire. On a snowy morning, my father sent me to an English class by bike. The snow on the ground was very cold. Although I wore several clothes, I still felt the biting wind.
Dad was shivering with cold, but he insisted on sending me to school. As soon as I got off the bus, my father said, "son, come to school quickly. Don't freeze. It's uncomfortable to catch a cold!" " I entered the school with flying steps.
after class was over, I strode out of the school gate and saw a tall man standing at the door, rubbing his hands with cold. Isn't that my father? I saw that his hands were red with cold, his face was red and his lips were purple with cold. As soon as my father saw me coming, he immediately put his clothes on me, and there was only one sweater left on him.
seeing dad like this, I said, "Dad, I am * * *." But dad gave me the coat and said with a smile on his face, "I'm not cold!" " But dad was obviously shivering with cold, but he tried to say it was not cold.
I want to return my clothes to my father, but my father said seriously, "Be obedient and put them on! You mustn't catch a cold, how can you go to school if you catch a cold! " Just like an officer ordering soldiers, I had to obey. On the way, my father shivered from time to time. When I reached the rugged road, my father told me to hurry. In a flash of touch, I realized that my father might be ill. I asked, "Dad, are you sick?" "It's okay! Your father is in good health! It won't get sick. "
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