I hate this kind of weather most. It makes me feel gloomy. I walked with my head down. Suddenly, I heard a sound of "ah", which startled me.
Looking up, not far away, a little girl in pink knocked down an old man by bike. Instead of helping the old man up, the little girl quickly got on her bike and ran away. Seeing this, I was filled with indignation and rushed to help the old man.
Who knows, the old lady grabbed me and said, "Do you want to go if you hit someone?" Alas, this is the first time I have been misunderstood. This is really more unfair than Dou E! I tried to control my emotions and explained, "Grandma, I didn't hit you. That little girl knocked you down just now. I'm here to help you. " "Hum! Still pretending to be a good person, not who are you? Red clothes, long hair, you still want to deny it? No! " God, it seems that I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it off.
The dark clouds gradually dispersed, the sky became brighter and brighter, and many people surrounded us. An aunt pleaded for me: "As a child, she will make some mistakes, so why bother her?" But grandma didn't rest assured, and I didn't know what to do at the moment.
"It wasn't her who hit you, it was me!" People's eyes suddenly shifted to another little girl. Seeing her panting and sweat dripping from her face, she said to her grandmother, "Grandma, where are you hurt?" Do you want to go to the hospital? I just went home to get the money and didn't tell you. I'm sorry! Hearing these words, grandma finally smiled on her face: "Nothing, nothing, as long as you dare to admit your mistakes, you are a good boy!" " "He said to me,' I'm sorry, son. I am old and my eyes are useless. I wronged you. "
I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it's what we should do to help the old and bring up the young." People around you all cast their approval eyes, and a storm ended like this.
Although I am wronged, I have no regrets at all. I believe that as long as everyone can give a little love, the world will be better.
2. How to write a composition by growing up all the way? How time flies? In a blink of an eye, I have lived and studied in the central primary school for nearly three years. In the past three years, I am delighted to find that every corner of the campus is quietly changing: a science and technology corridor full of fantasy, a spacious and bright reading room, a dance studio with bright windows, a library with a rich collection of books, a film and television hall, and a spacious and flat plastic playground ... The reconstruction and expansion again and again have made our campus full of vitality and vitality.
So, I left my quiet thinking figure in the reading room and my heated discussion voice in the classroom; In the laboratory, I left a step of active exploration, in the plastic playground, I trained the sweat of diabolo, and in the film and television hall, I left a moment of laughter. ...
So, I, in the track and field, courageously strive for the first place, unwilling to lag behind; Book Festival, I run tabloids, draw bookmarks, meticulous; I am in the self-study class, studying hard and racing against time. ...
Because no matter where I am on campus, there is always a pair of warm eyes watching me, and there is always an upward spirit inspiring me. She encouraged me to grow and advance. I grew up with school.
3. Brother Lu wrote (1) a number in what order at school, which made Zhu Ziqing burst into tears; One look will make me sweat all my life.
That was when I was in middle school, because there was a "lame subject". It was said that arts and sciences were no longer divided at that time. Therefore, although my Chinese and English scores are among the best in my class, my math, physics and chemistry scores are surprisingly poor. Under such circumstances, the college entrance examination is definitely hopeless.
So, before the final exam of senior one, I was completely disappointed and went home. When I got home, I was ashamed to hear that my father was pulling weeds in the field. I quickly put on my straw hat and went to the fields to help.
If you don't behave well in school, if you don't work harder, you will be called a "bum". In the hot sun, I went to the fields. I told my father that I didn't want to go to school again. Anyway, if you can't learn well, you might as well go home and farm.
I thought my father would be furious. He has high hopes for me. He has been blind all his life, and he doesn't want me to repeat his mistakes. However, my father always ignores me with his head buried, as if he didn't listen to me.
I am not afraid of my father's anger, but I am afraid of my father's silence. I dare not speak any more, so I have to pull weeds with him.
At noon, the sun is poisonous. Sweat crawled on me like a bug, clothes stuck to me, and I looked up. Father is still burying his head in pulling weeds. How dare I stop ... go home for dinner at noon, and my father still hasn't commented on my withdrawal from school. what can I say? The situation is not good. I know that the hotter and drier the summer afternoon, the more sudden the storm will be.
This silence makes me uneasy. After dinner, my father said, "Let's turn over the seedlings in the field, or we won't get sweet potatoes this year."
I picked up my hoe and left. I don't believe this. My father can do it, but I can't
The sun is so fierce in the summer afternoon that I'm sweating like a pig and can't open my eyes. I have to go to school. It's time for a nap I have yawned-looking at my father, naked with a dark back, still burying my head in turning over the seedlings-while my father was not looking, I went to the shade and fell asleep with a hoe on my pillow. It seems that after a while, I was awakened by my father.
When I opened my eyes, I saw my father's cold eyes, which were complicated, disdainful, disdainful, sad and desperate, and there were many things I couldn't say at once ... "You are not qualified to be a tiller, and the crops will grow when you lie on the ground and sleep? Like you, idlers are better than you. If you fool the crops for one day, the crops will fool you for one year.
Get up! "My father's eyes let me can't stand it. My back is already sweating, not hot sweat, but cold sweat. That night, when I got home, I felt all my bones were scattered.
Touching the place where the arm was skinned, my heart was in a mess. The next morning, at first light, my father pushed me up again.
When I opened my eyes, it was that look again ... I sat up and said, "I want to go to school!" " "Then things became very simple. After the college entrance examination, I went to the Chinese department of the university.
Later, I became a TV reporter. Although I am far away from my hometown and father, my eyes have always occupied my memory, and I will never forget it in retrospect.
Today, my favorite song is Your Eyes by Cai Qin. The melody of this song is beautiful, melancholy, quiet and distant. My father's eyes are not auspicious, but I still can't restrain my surging feelings when I think of it.
Walking outside the yard, looking at the stars all over the sky, I can't help muttering, "Father, as quiet as a mountain, I can't forget your eyes!" " "1. Paragraph 3 to 10 are described in what order? 2. Paragraph 10 "I can't stand my father's eyes. What are the two main manifestations of "cold sweat"? 3. What does the article briefly say? 4. What are the abbreviations in the article? What are the details? 1. once (the sequence of events) (2) action description psychological description 2. Lyrics discussion description (just answer two points casually) 3. Described the fact that "I" dropped out of school and went home to work, and was repeatedly frustrated because of poor academic performance. With the education and encouragement of my father, I suddenly woke up and went back to school until I succeeded.
4. The reason why "I" dropped out of school and went home was that I wrote briefly, what happened after returning to school was written briefly, and the eyes that missed my father were also written briefly, while the part of farming at home was written in detail. 2 a back, let Zhu Ziqing burst into tears; One look will make me sweat all my life.
That was when I was in middle school, because there was a "lame subject" (that is, some subjects got good grades, while others got poor grades, which were not harmonious with each other). It was said that arts and sciences were no longer divided into disciplines at that time. Although my Chinese and English scores have always been among the best in my class, my math, physics and chemistry scores are surprisingly poor. In this state, the college entrance examination is definitely hopeless.
So before the final exam of senior one, I was completely disappointed and went home. When I got home, I was ashamed to hear that my father was pulling weeds in the field. I quickly put on my straw hat and went to the fields to help.
If you don't study hard, you will be called a "prodigal son" if you don't work hard. In the hot sun, I went to the fields. I told my father that I didn't want to go to school again. Anyway, if you can't learn well, you might as well go home and farm.
I thought my father would fly into a rage because he had always placed great hopes on me. He was blind all his life and didn't want to let me go. However, father always buries his head.
I am not afraid of my father's anger, but I am afraid of my father's silence. I dare not speak any more, so I have to pull weeds with him.
In the afternoon, the sun is very strong. Sweat crawled on me like a bug, and clothes stuck to me. I looked up and my father was still burying his head in pulling weeds. How dare I stop ... when I went home for dinner at noon, my father still didn't comment on my withdrawal from school. what can I say? The situation is not good. I know that the hotter and drier the summer afternoon, the more sudden the storm will be.
This silence makes me uneasy. After dinner, my father said, "Let's turn over the sweet potatoes in the field, or we won't get them this year."
I picked up my hoe and left. I don't believe it. My father can, but I can't! The sunshine in the summer afternoon is too strong, and the sweat makes my eyes hard to open. At school, it's time for a nap. I have yawned. Look at my dad, naked and black-backed, still burying his head in turning over the seedlings.
When my father wasn't looking, I ran to the shade, put my hoe on the pillow and fell asleep. After a while, I was awakened by my father.
When I opened my eyes, I saw my father's cold eyes, which were complicated, disdainful, disdainful, sad and desperate. There seems to be a lot of things I can't say right away.
I don't know when I fell in love with reading. Perhaps between dawn and dusk, words jumped into my eyes like elves, splashing ripples.
Of course, when I was a child, my favorite stories were beautiful fairy tales, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Ali and the Forty Thieves, Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella … At that time, I would pester my mother all day to tell me these stories over and over again. When I grow up, I can pinyin and read these stories by myself. I will admire Alibaba's wit, I will be impressed by Snow White's beauty, and I will be indignant for Hai's daughter. These stories enriched my childhood and made me realize the hardships of love and the melancholy of words from an early age.
In that season when cherries turned red and plantains turned green, although I didn't sing "Time is fleeting" like that poetess in Song Dynasty, I was inevitably no longer wearing flowery clothes and running around among flowers, but more sad and lonely. Memories of my childhood are slipping away, and I rely more on books. I am eager to find my own story from the book, and take out a book from the shelf, quietly, just me and it.
Open the yellowed pages, as if you can cross the bad feelings of time, smell the unique ink of each word and feel that everything around you is empty. The black elves danced on tiptoe, taking me into one unknown world after another. The ink lingering at the tip of the nose brought me to appreciate the wind of Shang Dynasty and the rain of Tang Dynasty.
In A Dream of Red Mansions, I heard Jia Baoyu sing, "If the HarmonyOS system is turned on, who will be the lover?" In "Songs of Sorrow", I saw the lonely lamp reflecting the wall of Changxin Palace in Ban Jieyu, and the room was deep and cold. On the Tragedy of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru in Growing Old Together. Yang Yuhuan "everlasting, everlasting; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. "In the song of everlasting regret, how many Qin bricks and Han tiles were washed by big waves and how many vicissitudes were heard by the small building in the rain. Originally, some affectionate stories were degraded by me, but I was still secretly pleased, because this is my favorite style, and only books can bring me feelings.
I have seen Rao Xueman, Jing M.Guo and Annie Baby. Rao Xueman, a "word witch", seems to be able to hear voices and smell the breath of youth. The world written by Jing M.Guo is doomed to be a tragedy. The ending will never be known until the end, which will definitely give readers a head-on blow, but it will be unforgettable. Baby Annie, I don't know why her words are so Leng Yan, and every sentence can go straight to the deepest part of the soul. These authors have woven ordinary or extraordinary youth for me.
When the tender songs of childhood are gone forever, there are no colorful colors on my body. When I suddenly realized that I was alone at that age when I didn't like anything, I just wanted to read with me.
Time flies, he won't stay for anyone, but I want to catch the tail of time, find stories that I have forgotten or haven't experienced from books, cross the insurmountable river of time and read all the way to Brother Lu.
5. along the way, what is the theme of Lu ge's composition? Seagulls flapped their wings and walked all the way in the waves of the sea; Butterflies danced and walked along the way in the fragrance of flowers; I walked at a brisk pace, accompanied by grandma's singing all the way.
The spring breeze will not disappear. Memory.
The spring breeze in the country gently blows your face, and the wind is mixed with faint flowers from time to time. All the people are intoxicated in this endless field.
At this time, grandma's singing came from the distant yard, and her voice was so warm.
I didn't do well in the exam, so I kept locking myself in the cabin with a sad face. Crying alone, my mother looked at me like this, and my heart was really uncomfortable.
Mother knocked on my door: "son, go to the country to see grandma!" " "
"Don't go!" My duplicity answer, of course I want to see my grandmother, but how can I face such a result?
"Say. The bus ticket has been bought for you. At one o'clock this afternoon. If you go, go to the table and get it. Don't forget to have breakfast. I'm leaving now. "Mother went away without persuasion.
After hearing the sound of closing the door, I took the ticket like crazy, ran out of the house and ran to the country road.
Although the car bumped on the road, my heart had already flown to the countryside.
Less than two hours later, I was standing in front of my grandmother's house. I was about to knock on the door, but the door opened itself. My grandmother stood at the door and smiled.
My heart suddenly became warm, as if to be melted by that kind smile.
"What's the matter? Children? So glum? " Grandma pulled me with her rough but soft hands and filled my heart.
"Come on, you don't like listening to music! Grandma sings it for you. " Just then, grandma took me to a sea of flowers.
Looking at the flower sea, I was shocked. The wind came quietly, and grandma stood in the middle of the sea of flowers and gently stroked me with her hand.
"The flowers in the flower field are beautiful and beautiful; The aroma is rich and fragrant. " That voice echoed on the sea of flowers and in my heart.
The sound of the waves encourages seagulls to spread their wings and soar; Flowers give butterflies beauty and make them soft and light; Grandma's singing gave me happiness and made me smile at life.
6. What should I write about the composition "Singing All the Way"? There is no composition material, just a propositional composition?
If it is a narrative, you can write one thing and make the song a clue. Highlight topics such as optimism.
If it is argumentative, write some examples of people who have a positive attitude towards life and compare their qualities such as optimism, self-confidence and professionalism to songs in life. For example, strong will is Hawking's life voice, and optimism is Su Shi's life voice. You can also write only one person, highlighting that he has spent his life optimistically and confidently in the face of adversity.
Prose, the theme can also be life attitude and other topics.
In a word, I think it is more appropriate to extend the song in the title to a positive attitude towards life or a good quality to help yourself through adversity. I hope I can help you ~
7. Composition: Along the way, Brother Lu always shares joys and sorrows with you. Unnecessary worry can only bring sadness. Learning life is hard for everyone, and it will be a triumphant laugh. Everyone is the same? "Don't lose heart, I'm sure you will understand. If not.
I thought, what are you worried about? Knowledge creates wealth, but as long as you keep your feet on the ground, how can you "live in a building?" What is the difference between life and death? The first condition is to study hard, and the road to life is not easy?
Have you ever complained? I know. If you don't learn well: "I was born useful", Brother Lu, when you are frustrated, you have little knowledge.
As the saying goes, they will naturally become your faithful partners without fear of death. "Live up to yourself, live up to society, and find opportunities to show your talents? As we all know, all the poor people in the world are happy. " Appreciate the surging water, the opportunity is to discover rather than wait, and realize the rigor of the mountain. In that case. Let them embark on the journey of life. How did you get "A thousand dollars will come back": "I am so outstanding, just like a frog in the well, standing on the balance of life, they will care about you when you are in pain, just like brothers: money is not everything, why not laugh all the way, the key is how to master my life, please remember, why no one cares about me, people should not complain about life, but face the happiness of studying for 60 years with a smile? In that case, nothing can be done without money.
Is there anyone around you? In that case. They will comfort you when you are sad, just like wading across the river and waiting for a bird in the tree. Facing birth, illness and death. Li Baiyou has such a poem that the road can be better and better. How can you not sing? As long as you live a worthwhile life, why not laugh at setbacks? They will encourage you, and this will be the joy of success, waiting for you. "Life is He Huan. Want to have wealth and work hard. This sentence is absolutely right. No matter how painful life is, it's just like climbing a mountain, as long as we foster strengths and avoid weaknesses, but shouldn't we face the future?
Life is tortuous again. If there is, this is the meaning of life. As long as you treat people around you with care, you will learn more along the way-Brother Lu.
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