Listen to my mother's composition about the revolutionary story.

Listen to my mother write a 600-word composition about the past Spring Festival.

The moon is high in the sky and passes through the clouds like Bai Lianhua. The moon, like the rippling smile on mom's face at this time, is pure and flawless. The evening breeze, blowing and blowing, blew a sweet song from the distant horizon. That song, like a flute, plays a happy song.

We sat by the high grain pile, listening to my mother's hoarse voice and whispering about the past ... We listened carefully, and my mother whispered about the past in a hoarse voice ... Her eyes turned red as she spoke. Mom is still talking, and we are listening, listening, listening to stories, endless stories. ...

Mother hugged us and said to us, "At that time, mother had no land. Mom has nothing. Mom, only these hands, only these hands ... "

We listened quietly, listened-

"ah! Say you! So slow! Did you grow up eating? Huh? If you don't do well, the whole family will starve to death! " The landlord held a long horsehair whip in his hand, symbolizing the authority and the sufferings of the peasants.

The sun, * * * burning according to the earth. On the earth, there are a group of people working hard in the fields with heavy hoes in their hands. At this moment, dark people have long forgotten what is heat and what is pain. In their hearts, there is only the idea of hard farming. Their sweat flowed in the landlord's hot fields. In order to survive, live and eat, they abandoned everything, even life. ...

My mother is also ploughing the land, but she has harvested wild vegetables and chaff with sweat. Instead of complaining, mother worked harder at farming. She doesn't expect to live a rich life with the landlord. She just wants to eat wild vegetables and chaff, just to fill her stomach ...

In winter, white blood and cold blow wantonly over the village again. The north wind is blowing, and the path is full of people huddled by big trees. They seem to be used to it. There was no cold pain on their faces. They have no expression. They quietly waited for the arrival of death. ...

Snow, howling like a wolf. My mother strode to the landlord's house in rags. There are footprints in the snow. They are printed in the snow and in my heart. Mother is going to sew a fox fur coat for the landlord. Finally, my mother couldn't resist the cold attack and fell on the snow, cold and hungry. Mother's hot tears flowed into the snow and melted it. ...

After many years of hard work, my mother finally looked forward to today's good day. Mother's face is full of wrinkles. The hair on my mother's head has long been turned into white silk by sweat, years and sunshine.

Mom smiled. At this time, my mother looks so young, like the sun in spring, shining warmly on every inch of life-

Night breeze, gently. It is like a trace, quietly blowing on mother's hair, white hair swaying in the breeze.

Mother looked at us with endless tenderness on her face: "I still remember that at that time, I was listening to my mother's stories about the past ..."

The moon, I don't know when, poked its head out of that gauze-like cloud.

We listened quietly, listening to my mother tell the story of the past. ...

One day during the "Eleventh" period, I leaned back on the sofa, eating snacks in my mouth and watching TV programs. My mother looked at my husband's leisurely manner and couldn't help but sigh: "When People's Republic of China (PRC) was just in his twenties, he had to save money for a period of time to buy a small black-and-white TV, not to mention drinking water and eating and watching programs on the sofa!" "When did you watch TV?" My question opened my mother's box and she began to tell me stories about her and TV.

1974 One day, a grandfather who loves to study semiconductors gave my grandfather a radio he assembled himself to listen to TV programs. Since then, the whole family has stayed by this unusual radio every night, listening to news broadcasts and other TV programs. However, the good times did not last long, and the radio that once brought happiness to my mother's family went on strike. At this time, my mother's family found that they couldn't hear the news broadcast every day, as if something was missing, so my grandfather took out the savings at home and asked someone to buy a Kunlun brand nine-inch black and white TV set.

Mom recalled: as soon as the TV moved home, grandpa didn't even have time to read the instructions, so he moved the TV to the table, quickly connected it to the power supply, and then kept adjusting this button and that button. My mother lives in a quadrangle, and the neighbors in the courtyard heard that my mother bought a TV, and they all came to watch the excitement. This is just the voice on TV, there is no image, but I am anxious for Grandpa. "There are instructions? Read the instructions! " The neighbor standing by said that grandpa suddenly realized that he was too excited and forgot to read the instructions. So grandpa found out the instructions and adjusted the TV bit by bit according to the instructions. "It's a shadow, it's a shadow!" Everyone cheered. This one said, "This is really like a small movie" and that one said, "This announcer is really beautiful." Everyone is talking about it. It's very lively.

According to my mother, the Gang of Four was overthrown shortly after she bought a TV at her house. One night, TV showed a video of people marching in the streets during the day to celebrate the smashing of the Gang of Four. More people go to my mother's house to watch TV, so I can't sit down in my room. Grandpa thought of a way to put the TV in front of the room for everyone to watch in the yard. Because the TV has been on for a long time, the fuselage is hot, which affects the image. Grandpa arranged for my mother to stand next to the TV and fan it, so my mother had to watch TV through the window glass. Although watching TV is very hard this time, my mother is still very happy.

I heard my mother tell a story about her and TV. Although it is hard to imagine that they were forced to watch TV at that time, I think it is simply enjoyable to sit here and eat and watch TV today. I should be content and cherish the beautiful life now.

Listen to the story composition about Lei Feng written by my mother.

[Listening to Mom retelling Lei Feng's story]

March, 2006/KLOC-Sunday, 0/9 Weather: Today, Xia Yidi and I listened to my mother telling Lei Feng's story and her story composition. Lei Feng is caring and loves to help others, but he is strict with himself. He makes me feel warm and happy. The composition of the second grade of primary school, "Listening to my mother telling the story of Lei Feng". I like Lei Feng very much, but it's a pity that I haven't seen Lei Feng's movies. I must find them for me from now on. Listen to my mother tell the story of Lei Feng.

When I was a child, I listened to my mother telling stories and writing.

"People are strangers in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every festive season". Mother's Day is coming, but I am very helpless when I am studying in a foreign land. But I can't wait for my mother who brought me up with hard work, and I can't wait for my mother to wash her silver hair abandoned by years.

At this point, it is near dusk. It's raining cats and dogs outside the window, and the deafening thunder is endless, and lightning has pierced the sky. At this time, the weather is like my mood I am full of thoughts, thinking of my distant relatives and my great mother. I dialed the telephone, and there was only a beep on the phone, but there was no response. I am in a hurry. Why can't I get through? Did mom change her number? While I was still thinking deeply, the familiar voice interrupted my train of thought: "Happy holidays, mom." Mother thanked me, and her voice was more vicissitudes than before. I seem to see another wrinkle on her face. It's windy outside, and I quietly listen to my mother talking about my childhood.

"Wei, do you remember when you were a child, you were naughty and willful? No matter what your mother teaches you and says about you, you are indifferent. Whenever I play basketball with my friends, I get dirty as soon as I come back, and I take a bath for free with sweat on my body. You have no good temper and say to your mother, "You want a cold drink. "I don't agree with you, but you are more embarrassed with me. In fact, mom is also for your health. Later, you went to your menstrual home for a few days to avoid me. Apologize to your mother as soon as you come back. This is the most amazing thing you have ever given me. You were silent for a while. Ask me: "mom, am I a bad boy?" Will you love me and hurt me as before? "Silly child, you will always be mother's' baby'. No matter what you do wrong, no one can change our mother-child relationship. "

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it has been raining. Only my mother and I can't finish talking in this dormitory, which adds a little warmth to this storm.

Time can wash away any of my memories, but it can't wash away my thoughts of my mother.

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Thirty years ago today, we lived in a prosperous city or rural town. We live in an era of being naked and hungry, but I am interested in the past and always pestering my mother to tell me stories about the past. In my mother's memory, it is like this. ...

In a humble house, there is a faded "blackboard" hanging, and there are tables and chairs made of stone under an old podium table. There is no electric fan, no heating, and even some classrooms have no windows. In winter, the students are shivering with cold. How does the small brazier in the classroom warm the students? ; In summer, mosquitoes fly in the ear, the steaming classroom is like a steamer, and the students are breathless with heat; During the day, everyone has to get up early to go to school. Some students who are far away from school have to walk three or five miles to school every day. There is no light in the school at night, and every student should bring kerosene lamps. After studying at night, every child's face was blackened.

At that time, students worked hard day and night to study. Looking back today, students' learning conditions have improved, and those who live on campus have also entered, but as a result, what about their academic performance? My parents have suffered too much. In order to prevent the next generation from repeating the same mistakes, they have worked hard to create the best learning environment for us: the current school has changed from a humble hut to a grand and well-designed conjoined building; The once small brazier has become modern heating; Previous kerosene lamps are now exposed, with seven or eight less per shift; The former fans have already evolved into electric fans and air conditioners. Each class is equipped with distance education equipment.

Our parents made all efforts to create such a learning environment for us, but what did they get? Failure and greater vanity? ! How many children have failed their parents' expectations? !

Stories in the past have written legends, and today's development has laid a new chapter. The glory of history has made heroes, and modern science and technology has become a solid backbone. Don't forget the hardships of yesterday's struggle Everyone should spread their wings in their dreams!

Composition of Wu and Listening to Mom's Childhood Story

"Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are in ..."

Listening to the song "Childhood" reminds me of an interesting story when I was a child.

One summer afternoon when I was four years old, it was very hot. My mother took me to the street and bought a big round watermelon. When I got home, my mother just put the watermelon on the table of the Eight Immortals, and I couldn't wait to ask my mother, "When do I eat watermelon?"

"You little greedy cat, my father is working in the field. It must be very hot. When he comes back, we will have dinner together. " Mother answered with a smile and went into the kitchen.

I stared at the watermelon, licked my lips, and clamored for it with my mother. But my mother just didn't agree, so I pouted and moved my head. After a while, a good idea came to me. At that time, I was short and not as tall as a square table. So, I quietly moved the chair close to the square table, climbed into the chair carefully, and gently pushed the watermelon with my little hand, and the watermelon slowly rolled onto the table. At this time, I quickly jumped down from the chair and cried, "Mom, the watermelon is going to roll down!" " "The words sound just fell and before my mother walked out of the kitchen, the watermelon fell to the ground with a bang and broke into several petals. Mother picked up the watermelon, complaining and telling me to eat some quickly. I was so happy that I showed my pride while eating: my mother was fooled. I stole a look at my mother and found that she didn't find any flaws. So I grinned.

"What are you laughing at?" Mother asked strangely.

"Watermelon is cool and sweet, so delicious!" I answered naughtily. In fact, I know best.

Looking back now, I really feel a little funny.

"Lu" listened to my mother's story about my childhood and wrote 700 words.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it has been raining. Only my mother and I can't finish talking in this dormitory, which adds a little warmth to this storm.

Time can wash away any of my memories, but it can't wash away my thoughts of my mother.

Hope to adopt

"Qi" listened to her mother's story composition in the moonlight, with 500 words.

Bathed in the spring sunshine and smelling the intoxicating tea fragrance, we and more than forty young journalists came to Panjia Tea Farm of Yanghu Xinyue Tea Co., Ltd.

As soon as he entered the tea garden, Grandpa Gao greeted us warmly and told us stories. We ran around grandpa, eager to hear the story.

He said. "There is a place called Chashan in Changzhou, but there is neither tea nor mountain." No sooner had he finished than I was pleasantly surprised. He added: "In ancient times, our tea was given to the government, but because of the long distance, the pavilion here became a resting place, and the tea was temporarily placed here. Over time, it was named Chashan. " After listening to it, if I realize something, I can't help feeling: "Now progress is really fast. Tea is not a luxury, but it has become a necessity for the public. "

Then, he pointed to the tea garden behind him and said, "These are precious white teas." We are looking forward to it, and I think: how can such a large piece of white tea be rare? I continue to listen to grandpa with this question. He said: "The original white tea is about to be lost. Finally, two surviving white teas were found in a place in Anji, Zhejiang, and one was transplanted here. After years of hard work, many white teas have finally been cultivated. " He paused and said, "There is another reason. White tea, as its name implies, is white and rarely seen in general areas. Why is brown white? This is because people pick the tender leaves with white hairs on the back, do not stir-fry or knead them when processing, and dry them in the sun or with slow fire, so that the white hairs remain intact on the tea surface, and the soup is yellow-green, clear, which is why it is white. However, green tea, its dry tea color, brewed tea soup and leaf bottom are mainly green, so it is very rare. " In addition, Grandpa Gao told us a lot about the origin of the name of Chashan and the history of the tea farm.

As the saying goes: one side of the soil and water raises one side. It turns out that this place is still barren, and crops can't be planted at all, but Grandpa Gao respects mountains and helps White Tea settle down. After years of hard work and sweat, this vibrant tea garden is today!

Xinyu: In spring, we let go of our feelings together.

In the tea fragrance, we feel happy together.

In the story, we perceive the past together,

In practice, let's explore the mystery together!

Eight, listen to mother's story and write 700 words.

Today, 30 years ago, we lived in a prosperous city or countryside. We live in an era when we are naked and hungry, but I am interested in the past. I always pester my mother to tell me stories of the past and listen to her tell me stories of the past in 700 words. In my mother's memory, it is like this. ...

In a humble house, there is a faded blackboard, and there are tables and chairs made of stone under an old podium table. There is no electric fan, no heating, and even some classrooms have no windows. In winter, the students are shivering with cold. How does the small brazier in the classroom warm the students? ; In summer, mosquitoes fly in the ear, the steaming classroom is like a steamer, and the students are breathless with heat; During the day, everyone has to get up early to go to school. Some students who are far away from school have to walk three or five miles to school every day. At night, there are no lights in the school. Every student must bring a kerosene lamp. After the evening self-study, every child's face was blackened. The composition of the first grade is "Listen to the story told by my mother, 700 words".