1. A 600-word composition imitating "The Back" for the second grade of junior high school
1 I am very afraid of looking at the back because it is always so silent.
Looking forward from the back, you can see everything, except for the back figure you are concerned about and where your eyes are falling. Then he would look away unscrupulously until his back suddenly turned around, and his expression immediately calmed down, but in fact he was panicked; he was afraid that a very unfamiliar face would suddenly appear in front of him very close to him.
1 The back figure I saw most when I was a child seemed to be my father. My father was always ahead of us, on many occasions.
Or any occasion. Of course, if he were walking behind me, he would not be in my field of vision and there would be no impression. However, in middle school texts and other reading materials, my father’s back appears repeatedly.
A gentle shadow, generous and powerful. Be inclusive.
When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella. Don't like to carry it.
In fact, in the mountainous climate of my hometown, it rains frequently. Once it rains, it will not stop for a few minutes like in Xiamen, but will continue. I think the reason why I didn’t carry an umbrella at that time was that the umbrellas at home were very heavy and very long.
I was very short at that time. When I was in fifth grade, I brought a long umbrella with me, but I couldn't open it in front of the teaching building.
A tall female classmate helped me open it, and I was also laughed at by my classmates. Fifteen years later, I met this girl again on a small street in my hometown. She had become a married woman and her appearance had changed, but I still remember the way she opened her umbrella and her curls, even though I am much taller than her now.
I don’t remember whether I decided not to carry an umbrella at that time. My father would give me an umbrella when it rained. I was still afraid of him.
The more I am afraid, the more I hope it is not him who will send me the umbrella, but this is impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and our home is between my mother’s school and my school. My mother cannot take a long way to see me off. , especially when I insist on not taking it with me when I go out. My father would say something that I have already said before: bring an umbrella when the sun shines, and bring food when you are hungry.
Then hand me the umbrella. I took it silently and walked behind in small steps.
I think I walked behind on purpose. My father found out that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down even more.
This way you can see his back completely from behind. Sometimes, I would see the rain coming diagonally, and my father’s umbrella would not be held upright, so his clothes would be wetted little by little.
Another time, my father lent his umbrella to a mother and son on the road. Tell them that dad and I can hold an umbrella.
I watched them walk away. My father didn't look back at all and walked ahead in the rain. I called Dad, but maybe the rain was so loud that my father didn't hear me.
2. When a person walks alone, he will bury his head but not in deep thought. Every time someone cuts you off, you always walk with your head down.
Too often, I just want to walk silently without speaking, if I really like the fellow travelers around me. At this time, the walking pace suddenly slowed down.
I often see other people’s backs inadvertently. The things that can be seen at this time are either silent or irrelevant, or the only thing that can be seen clearly at a glance is the same back figure, which occupies too much of the screen but cannot be seen through.
Two different people would walk at random. 3 I once dreamed of the figure turning back in my dream.
The unfamiliar face was like a lifetime ago, and for a moment, it felt like the world had been hollowed out, leaving only a pale body. When I woke up, I was glad that such an expression had only appeared once in my dream and never in reality.
In reality, it is at most distance, far and near. It's like walking with your back in the traffic. If you want to keep up or hold you back, you will be blocked by the traffic.
Fortunately, they were not so far away from each other, but the turn from the opposite side was missed by the same shoulder. So would you rather just look at the back?
2 When I read "The Back" by Zhu Ziqing, I thought of the backs of my parents. But it's not completely different, because Zhu Ziqing's article shows his father's concern for him, while my parents' backs left me with nothing but ruthless regret.
When I was 5 years old, I was brought to the court, and my grandmother held me and sat on a chair. I saw my parents, and I called them loudly, but they ignored me. I. My father and mother argued endlessly in the court, and finally I heard that I was sentenced to my mother, so my father left the court. I shouted "Dad——", but the "back figure" left me without looking back. From then on I lived with my mother and grandmother.
But within a few days, my ruthless mother also left me. Grandma wanted to leave me, but she couldn't bear it, so she kept me. So I was like a child without a father and mother, living with my grandma all day long.
During the days when I was with my grandma, I often thought of the scene when I lived with my parents: my father rode a bicycle, took me to play on the street, and took me to the river to fish; my mother took me to the store. , buy me clothes. When I think of these, my tears can't stop flowing down.
Later, my grandmother sent me to school, and my uncle provided my tuition. When a classmate invited me to attend his birthday celebration, I was extremely envious when I saw other parents giving their children exquisite gifts and asking them to make wishes in front of candles.
How much I want to have a birthday. I don’t want the sweet and delicious cake, nor the exquisite gifts. I just want my parents to reconcile and wish me a birthday. But I have been looking forward to it until today, and I still haven’t looked forward to it. arrive. When I learned from my uncle that my mother had remarried and my father was married, I cried a lot? M wonon toss? Is this burden high? Don't cry, they are ruthless and meaningless things, and they are not worth your sadness for them. You should study hard, do a great career, and let them see. "
At this time, grandma's tears also flowed down unknowingly. Dad, Mom, how I want to have a home, a warm and happy home, how I want to have the love of my parents, but... But I can't get it.
Dad, Mom, do you know that your departure has brought me endless sadness and resentment, making me suffer the pain of losing a loved one? This child who has parents but cannot receive their love has experienced so many ups and downs in the world! I once again called from the bottom of my heart: "Dad, Mom, have mercy on me, please remarry..." However, the only person who answered me was Those echoes, and the back figure that is getting farther and farther away from me and getting smaller and smaller in my eyes... Ending comments: The divorce of parents has brought indelible trauma to the children's hearts. The young author expressed himself in the article The feeling of longing for my parents, especially the ending, is touching and tear-jerking. The sincere call for my parents to remarry still lingers. 2. A 600-word essay on "The Back" for the second grade of junior high school
1 I am very afraid of looking at the back. , because it is always so silent.
Looking forward from the back, you can see everything, but you can't see where the back is that you are concerned about, and then you will look away unscrupulously until the back suddenly appears. Looking back, my expression immediately calmed down, but in fact I was panicked; I was afraid that a very unfamiliar face would suddenly appear in front of me.
1 The back figure I saw most when I was a child seemed to be my father. In front of us, on many occasions.
Or any occasion. Of course, if he is walking behind me, he will not be in the field of vision, and there will be no impression; it happens to be in middle school texts and other readings. , the back of my father appears repeatedly.
A gentle and tolerant figure.
When I grow up, I often don’t carry an umbrella with me.
In fact, in the mountainous climate of my hometown, it rains frequently. Once it rains, it doesn’t stop for a few minutes like in Xiamen, but it lasts. I think the reason why I didn’t bring an umbrella at that time was because I had an umbrella at home. They were both heavy and very long.
I was very short at the time. When I was in fifth grade, I carried a long umbrella and couldn’t hold it open in front of the teaching building.
I was so tall. The tall female classmates helped open it, and were laughed at by their classmates. Fifteen years later, I met this girl again on a small street in my hometown. She had changed as a married woman, but I still remembered the way she opened the umbrella. Niao Tingting's appearance, although I am much taller than her now.
I don't remember if I never brought an umbrella with me from that time. My father would give me an umbrella when it rained. I am still afraid of him.
The more I am afraid, the more I hope it is not him who will send the umbrella, but this is impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and my home is between my mother’s school and my school, so my mother cannot go far away. It was given to me on the way, especially when I insisted on not taking it with me when I went out. My father would say, I have already said that when the weather is bright, bring an umbrella, and when you are hungry, bring food.
Then hand me the umbrella. I took it silently and walked behind in small steps.
I think I walked behind on purpose. My father found out that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down even more.
This way you can see his back completely from behind. Sometimes, I would see the rain coming diagonally, and my father’s umbrella would not be held upright, so his clothes would be wetted little by little.
Another time, my father lent his umbrella to a mother and son on the road. Tell them that dad and I can hold an umbrella.
I watched them walk away. My father didn't look back at all and walked ahead in the rain. I called Dad, but maybe the rain was so loud that my father didn't hear me.
2. When a person walks alone, he will bury his head but not in deep thought. Every time someone cuts you off, you always walk with your head down.
Too many times, I just want to walk silently without speaking, if I really like the fellow travelers around me. At this time, the walking pace suddenly slowed down.
I often see other people’s backs inadvertently. The things that can be seen at this time are either silent or irrelevant, or the only thing that can be seen clearly at a glance is the same back figure, which occupies too much of the screen but cannot be seen through.
Two different people would walk at random. 3 I once dreamed of the figure turning back in my dream.
The unfamiliar face was like a lifetime ago, and for a moment, it felt like the world had been hollowed out, leaving only a pale body. When I woke up, I was glad that such an expression had only appeared once in my dream and never in reality.
In reality, it is at best distance, far and near. It's like walking with your back in the traffic. If you want to keep up or hold you back, you will be blocked by the traffic.
Fortunately, they were not so far away from each other, but the turn from the opposite side was missed by the same shoulder. So would you rather just look at the back?
2 When I read "The Back" by Zhu Ziqing, I thought of the backs of my parents. But it's not completely different, because Zhu Ziqing's article shows his father's concern for him, while my parents' backs left me with nothing but ruthless regret.
When I was 5 years old, I was brought to the court, and my grandmother held me and sat on a chair. I saw my parents, and I called them loudly, but they ignored me. I. My father and mother argued endlessly in court, and finally I heard that I was sentenced to my mother, so my father left the court. I shouted "Dad——", but the "back figure" left me without looking back. From then on I lived with my mother and grandmother.
But within a few days, my ruthless mother also left me. Grandma wanted to leave me, but she couldn't bear it, so she kept me. So I was like a child without a father and mother, living with my grandma all day long.
During the days when I was with my grandma, I often thought of the scenes when I lived with my parents: my father rode a bicycle, took me to play on the street, and took me to the river to fish; my mother took me to the store. , buy me clothes. When I think of these, my tears can't stop flowing down.
Later, my grandmother sent me to school, and my uncle provided my tuition. When a classmate invited me to attend his birthday celebration, I was extremely envious when I saw other parents giving their children exquisite gifts and asking them to make wishes in front of candles.
How much I want to have a birthday. I don’t want the sweet and delicious cake, nor the exquisite gifts. I just want my parents to reconcile and wish me a birthday. But I have been looking forward to it until today, and I still haven’t looked forward to it. arrive. When I learned from my uncle that my mother had remarried and my father was married, I cried a lot? M wonon toss? Is this burden high? Don't cry, they are ruthless and meaningless things, and they are not worth your sorrow for them. You should study hard, do a great job, and let them see. "
At this time, grandma's tears also flowed down unknowingly. Dad, Mom, how I want to have a home, a warm and happy home, how I want to have the love of my parents, but... But I can't get it.
Dad, mom, do you know that your departure has brought me infinite sadness and resentment, making me suffer the pain of losing a loved one? This child who has parents but cannot receive their love has experienced so many ups and downs in the world! I once again called from the bottom of my heart: "Dad, Mom, have mercy on me, please remarry..." However, the only person who answered me was Those echoes, and the back figure that is getting farther and farther away from me and getting smaller and smaller in my eyes... Final comment: The divorce of parents has brought indelible trauma to the children's hearts. The young author expressed himself in the article The longing for parents, especially the ending, is touching and tear-jerking. The sincere call for parents to remarry is like a lingering sound, echoing in our ears for a long time. It is unforgettable and leaves people with endless thoughts. 3. The second day of junior high school. The text "Back View" is an imitation of a 600-word essay, which requires you to capture the deepest impression in your mind
I have read Zhu Ziqing's "Back View", maybe because I am still young and cannot really understand my father's back view. What was left to Zhu Ziqing was that he felt a little sour and astringent... The sea of ??memories was vast, and the memories of the past were in his mind, but everything was blurry, and the only thing that was clear was the back of my mother at that time. In the top class of kindergarten, there was a promotion test. For me at such a young age, it was indeed a big test.
That night, my mother did not interfere at all.
About the exam. I asked my mother to help me prepare for the exam, but my mother said that I should do my own thing without any encouragement or comfort. At that time, I shed tears of dissatisfaction. The next day, I ignored it. Mom, I took my schoolbag and ran to the school. At the school gate, parents came with their children one after another, asking questions and asking questions about the exam. I felt like I had been greatly wronged, and tears welled up in my eyes. : "Does my mother not love me anymore?" The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I became, but I still held on to a glimmer of hope. I took two steps and looked back. How I hoped that my mother would suddenly appear in front of me like a fairy. The examination room was getting closer and closer, and my hope was getting slimmer. But I still couldn't see my mother. My hope was completely shattered. My tears of grievance couldn't be stopped, and they poured out like spring water. I entered the examination room with choked eyes. At that time, my mind was wandering, and I accidentally saw a vague figure. It was so familiar - it was my mother. I felt like I had taken a reassurance, because I got an answer.
On a June day, the child's face suddenly changed. The sky was originally clear, but suddenly it became covered with dark clouds. In an instant, it started pouring rain. I couldn't help but look out the window. In the haze, I could only see. When I saw my mother's figure, it was so blurry and yet so clear. I wanted to rush out and let my mother go home, but there was nothing I could do. I walked through the rain curtain and stared at my mother's back for a long time. My mother’s back in the rain is deeply engraved in my heart. 4. Essay about imitating the back in the second grade of junior high school
Essay about imitating the back It was late autumn, the dew was cold, the cicadas were chilling, and the north wind was shaking the old trees unscrupulously, screaming strangely on the bare treetops. , the withered yellow leaves on the ground were picked up by the wind, swirling in the air, and were picked up again as soon as they fell... There was a chill on people's faces.
My mother and I were walking on the quiet street. It was very cold, and even though I was wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still penetrated through the small holes in the sweater and hit my heart.
Looking at a fallen leaf blown by the wind, I couldn’t help but think: It’s another difficult winter! At this time, a thin back figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground. With the cold wind, we walked forward quickly, and the figure from behind gradually became clear... It was a beggar.
She is about 30 years old, but her brows and face are full of the vicissitudes of time. Wearing only thin clothes, she shivered slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew by, and she hugged the baby in her arms tighter. That was probably her son, wrapped in two quilts and nestled in his mother's arms.
Perhaps it was the mother who was clinging to him. She leaned against the child tightly and hugged him tightly. She wished she could give half of her body temperature to the child, but she forgot that she was still sitting here in the cold. On the bone ground, I was still trembling... At this time, another gust of north wind whizzed past us with fallen leaves. The color of the grass changed when it touched the Buddha, and the leaves fell off the trees when it hit it. It was extremely sad and fierce. She shuddered.
However, she wrapped the child tightly in the quilt, and then, without any hesitation, took off one of her coats and gently covered the child. Her body was shaking like a late autumn leaf, but her eyes were filled with warmth that could drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of her child, a warm smile appeared on her face, and her eyes were filled with infinite love and infinite warmth... ... She hugged the child tightly, stood up from the ground, and walked away step by step... But the child in her arms was still sleeping, as if he was completely unaware of the dilemma he was facing, or he also understood that he would never be cold, because no matter what No matter how strong the wind was, his mother could protect him, leaving him only warmth.
The cold wind was blowing, and suddenly a piece of clothing was put on my body, and a wave of warmth spread throughout my body. Looking back, I saw only a warm look on my mother's face. 5. A 600-word essay is required to be modeled on the second grade text "Back View", titled: Dad's Back View,
In the drizzle, there is a middle-aged man of medium height, neither fat nor thin. The man was holding an umbrella and walking around anxiously. Suddenly, a girl in her early 12s jumped over, and the two left talking and laughing. That man is my father.
Dad’s back is caring. Whenever I go to school, I look at the figure waving from behind. He is calm and calm, with a light bookishness, and looks so different from the crowd. In winter, the cold wind blows on the cheeks, making people shiver. At this time, my father took my schoolbag in one hand, handed me a warm scarf in the other, and walked far ahead. The slightly drooped back showed the wasted years mercilessly. That back view overflowed with my father’s full love for me.
Dad’s back is encouraging. I stroked the keys gently and softly, and suddenly, an extremely inconsistent tone jumped out. I was extremely annoyed, as this was the mistake every time! Just when I was impatiently preparing to stop practicing, I turned around and saw my father listening attentively. I was immediately moved. I have to work harder and not let my "loyal listeners" down! So I started practicing hard again. "Ding ding dong dong". . Finally, I played the whole song skillfully and was praised by my father. That back view gave me great encouragement.
Dad, whether you are encouraging or caring, your back is full of your love for me!
At night, there was a sudden power outage. I was bored and couldn't do anything. Sitting on the chair in a daze, recalling the bustle and bustle of the day, looking around.
Suddenly, a little light flashed in front of my eyes. I took a closer look and saw that it was the squatting back of my father, with clouds in his mouth. Through the gray-white smoke, I saw my father in the past, and I also saw the back figure that I will never forget: old and thin, which made the son feel heartbroken and shed tears.
That year, I was admitted to a good middle school. On the first day of school, my father was very happy, but he said he was worried about me going alone. In fact, I was already twelve years old at that time, and my ability to take care of myself was sufficient, so there was nothing to worry about. But my father didn’t believe it and insisted on sending me away. This happened every time.
The road was very long. I sat on the back of my father’s old bicycle and looked at my father’s back intentionally or unintentionally. He was wearing a black woolen hat and a slightly faded pair of trousers that he had worn for three years. Mandarin, black cotton padded jacket.
Seeing him pedaling the bicycle so hard, I couldn't bear it, but in order to satisfy my father's little wish, I remained indifferent, but I couldn't help but feel a little sad. My thin thighs moved up and down slowly, and my upper body moved rhythmically with the thighs. Swing from side to side. Through the holes in the hat, I could see a few strands of silver hair mixed in with the tarnished black hair.
Just looking at his back, tears couldn't help but fall on the back of his hands. I quickly wiped away my tears. Afraid that he would see it, and also afraid that others would see it.
The school was approaching. I got out of the car, and my father also stopped and asked me: "What's wrong?" I said: "Dad, you go back first! My son can walk this small distance." "At this time, I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes, but he quickly said to me: "Okay! Then I will go to the opposite side to buy some steamed buns. You can stay in school to eat when you are hungry." As I walked away, unsatisfied tears rolled in my eyes again, and I quickly wiped them away. When we got to the middle of the road, my father turned around and said to me: "Just stand there, don't move around, I will be back soon." I nodded. Among the pedestrians coming and going, my father's back was more conspicuous than ever.
The old man had already bought the steamed buns and was turning around to come over. He wrapped the steamed buns around his chest and carefully "protected" them. I quickly walked over to help him, and took the warm bun with my hands that had been shaking for a long time. It was warm from the palm of my hand to the pit of my heart. The tears fell uncontrollably and he said: "Dad! Go back quickly! My son can do it! The family needs you!" At that moment, my father stopped, and when he came back to his senses, his tears fell endlessly. He hugged me tightly and said, "My child! Don't cry! Be good! Dad is going back soon! Don't cry!" My father's voice was hoarse and weak, but full of infinite love. The deep eyes reveal encouragement and expectation! Finally, watching my father ride back, I cried harder...
Back to school, looking out the window. Looking back on my father's sunny love, I feel extremely happy.
That time, I grew up and was no longer that willful child. I no longer cried and cried, no longer competed with my brother for food, and no longer laughed and laughed... I My childhood passed like this... 6. Please write 2 essays imitating the second grade text "Back View"
The back view I saw most when I was a child seemed to be my father.
My father is always ahead of us, on many occasions. Or any occasion.
Of course, if he were walking behind me, he would not be in my field of vision, and there would be no impression. However, in middle school texts and other reading materials, my father’s back appears repeatedly. A gentle shadow, generous and powerful.
Be inclusive. When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella.
Don’t like to carry it. In fact, in the mountainous climate of my hometown, it rains frequently. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like in Xiamen, but it will continue.
I think the reason why I didn’t carry an umbrella at that time was that the umbrellas at home were very heavy and very long. I was very short at that time.
When I was in fifth grade, I brought a long umbrella with me, but I couldn’t open it in front of the teaching building. A tall female classmate helped me open it and was laughed at by my classmates.
Fifteen years later, I met this girl again on a small street in my hometown. She had become a married woman and her appearance had changed, but I still remembered the way she opened her umbrella and her curls, although now I Already much taller than her. I actually don’t remember whether I decided to carry less umbrellas from that time on.
My father would give me an umbrella when it rained. I was still afraid of him. The more scared I am, the more I hope it is not him who will send me an umbrella, but this is impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and our home is between my mother’s school and my school. My mother cannot take a long way to see me off, especially when I insist on going out. No.
My father would say, I have already said it before, when there is sunshine, there is an umbrella, when there is hunger, there is food. Then handed me the umbrella.
I took it silently, and then walked behind in small steps. I think I walked behind on purpose.
My father discovered that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down even more. This way you can see his back completely from behind.
Sometimes, I would see the rain coming diagonally, and my father’s umbrella would not be held upright, so his clothes would be wetted little by little. Another time, my father lent his umbrella to a mother and son on the road.
Tell them that dad and I can hold an umbrella. I watched them walk away.
My father didn’t look back at all, and walked ahead in the rain. I called Dad, but maybe the rain was so loud that my father didn’t hear me.