Composition on the back

Writing is the most familiar thing in our daily study, work and life. Writing is a transition from an internal language to an external language, that is, from a compressed and concise language that we can understand to an external language form with a standardized grammatical structure that can be understood by others. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is the composition of the back I collected for you. Welcome to share.

The composition behind 1 A familiar figure is gradually coming towards us. Pengpeng came, limping, and came to the playground, among us.

Yesterday afternoon, he was picked up and his weak back disappeared at the door of the classroom. He was picked up and said that pustules on his legs needed rest. The doctor told him not to exercise. The sunshine outside the window has become less brilliant. The students suddenly panicked, which is a fatal blow to those of us who will play tomorrow. He is the backbone of the long rope in our class. Without him, all the boys would be in a mess and there would be a lot of discussion in the classroom. Everyone is wondering whether he will come tomorrow.

I firmly believe that he will come.

He did come and lived up to my expectations. At the beginning of the game, he shook badly, and his strong back became more firm under the amplification of tears. In the blink of an eye, his face and his face were flushed, and huge sweat rolled down like a broken pearl and spilled on the plastic runway. He gritted his teeth and persisted, as if he were more and more heroic. I seem to see China athletes never give up and work hard at the Beijing Olympic Games. Their vigorous posture shuttled through the stadium, constantly refreshing the world record, and the five-star red flag rose again and again.

After the game, he limped away, and his back gradually became tall and fuzzy.

There is a "five-star red flag" in the distance. You are my pride. Five-star red flag, I am proud of you; Cheer for you, I bless you, your name is more important than my life ... "The five-star red flag will surely fly high at the Beijing Olympic Games in August.

The figure behind is in a hurry, and so is the figure behind. Time is gone forever, leaving me only your back.

Your back has accompanied me through three years of hardship and loneliness.

During these three years, whenever I saw other students playing games while studying, I always felt "lonely". It is not that they don't want to play with me, but that I can't play for your back.

It was the day before school started. We went out together. You go ahead and I'll follow. It is your back that shakes in front of us. "Wu Nan, I am waiting for you." You said with your back to me. But I accidentally saw the tears in your eyes. I didn't think much at first, but I thought it would be sad to leave soon. Later, I learned that you were waiting for me in high school, when I graduated from primary school, and when we were studying in the same school, so that we could be together again every day. From that moment on, your back was deeply embedded in my mind.

In the past three years, whenever I encounter difficulties in my study and intend to give up, I will always think of your back. Your back gave me motivation, let me summon up courage and go forward bravely. Whenever I feel lonely in my study, I will also think of your back, your back, accompany me through loneliness and let me continue my study with inner pain.

After time training, I finally entered junior high school and finally caught up with you, but you walked ahead and waited for me in the distance.

We went out again the day before you left. On the road, you still walk in front of me, and I still watch your back walk behind. You said the same thing-"Wu Nan, I will wait for you!" "

The same figure, the same sentence, should I continue to catch up? Yes, I will, I will catch up with you, and you must wait for me at the next destination.

The composition on the back of the character is 3 years old, and the memory of the past is also very vague, such as ancient stone carvings; The other half is as fresh as it is.

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The new year is coming, and I am reminded of that winter by my mother's busy back.

Stepping into the winter solstice, I returned to my hometown, the trees were bare, and looking at the bleak appearance, I was not interested in attending classes.

Staring at my mother casually, a pair of mended shoes, an old pair of trousers, an old dress and red hair. Seeing this, I got the teacher's permission to go outdoors and go to the dormitory (student dormitory) with my mother.

Mother took out a bag from a bamboo basket, handed it to me, took little wings and opened it, two pancakes. Home is far from school, and the path is difficult to walk. Holding it as heavy as a boulder makes me suffocate.

For a long time, my mother said, "I was afraid you would freeze, so I brought a quilt." I went to bed, soft and warm, and there was sadness in happiness. I got it. How is she? Cold? My eyes are blurred, and I feel that maternal love is huge, selfless, primitive and beautiful.

That moment forced my mother to come back. She walked outside the school with a bamboo basket: "It's winter, it will be cold, don't freeze."

"Well, mom, take care." My voice is hoarse.

The cold wind is coming, and it is very cold. I sent her home, and the cold wind messed up her neat silver hair. She stroked her messy hair behind her ears with her hands full of dead cocoons like tree nails and said, "Listen to the teacher!" " ".It's too safe.

After reminding me, I left in a hurry, watching her back fade away, and clearly seeing her turn around, rows of bright and hot tears slipped down my cheeks, which made my heart ache.

Composition 4 at the back: the sound of cars coming and going and the sound of car horns fill my ears. In the morning, when I go to the station not far from home and wait for the bus to go to the cram school, I always see a back, a busy and silent back … that back is close to me, but it seems out of reach. I always look at this figure silently.

"Cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth-cloth.

Observing the old man for the n th time-his eyes are deep, and wrinkles tell the story of his weather-beaten and time-lapse The sparse and gray hair on his head seems to be telling his responsibility and efforts to the cause of sanitation. The thin man grabbed the bucket and broom with both hands and swept from one end of the road to the other. He swept away the filth and got the beauty and cleanliness of the city. Whether it's hot in summer or bitter in winter …

It seems that because of the pointing and disdain of passers-by, he has an autistic character and doesn't want to talk to people (at least I think so). No matter how I talked to him, he ignored me, just looked up at me with a hint of disdain in his eyes, which shocked me.

Sanitation workers are not like beggars. They are self-reliant and don't need sympathy from others. They exchange their labor for RMB-although it is only a meager salary.

Every morning, when I look across the street, the thin figure works as usual. "Yi-yi-yi ..."

Grandpa didn't take care of grandma when he was a child, and he couldn't play the flute. He just turned his back on the sky and the loess in the field. He is not short, but his back seems to be short when he bends down to work.

His waist is not good. When I was a child, my parents were in Hancheng. Grandpa can only grow vegetables by himself. When it rains, he goes to the fields to pick vegetables. The road was muddy and slippery, and his waist became worse. But he still has to work in the fields, chopping wood and cooking pots. Maybe he often works in the fields, but he seldom hears his back pain.

He looks strong and cheerful all day, which has nothing to do with playing the flute. Because most of his time is occupied by his grandmother, he always tells me history. Five thousand years of China at home was almost destroyed by him. He knows the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and The Journey to the West too well. Once the chatterbox is opened, it can't stop. From the Han Dynasty to the Cultural Revolution, from the oath of Guo Tao to the golden shell of Zhuge's composition, from making a scene in heaven to learning from the scriptures, I was fascinated, and the long river of history seemed to emerge in front of me.

Grandpa wants to farm now. Dad told him not to farm, but he wouldn't. It seems that he was born for the land. If he doesn't work hard, he will get sick, even if he has to take care of his grandmother.

Grandpa loves money very much and never spends money on unnecessary places, but I want to buy something. During the Spring Festival, he always buys me and gives me hundreds of red envelopes.

Whenever I go back to my hometown and ask where my grandfather is, my grandmother always answers: working in the fields. When he came to the ground, he was bent, and besides weeds, there was sweat dripping on the ground. His back looks short, but I think it is tall. He noticed me on the ground and stood up and said happily, "come back!" " "

His back is like a high mountain, even though he has a lot of things on his shoulders, he still stands upright.

Zhu Ziqing is a famous poet and prose master in modern China. Most people don't know much about Zhu Ziqing's poems, but when it comes to prose, the first thing that comes to mind is the back.

The Back is the representative work of Zhu Ziqing's prose. This article is only 1000 words. Why does it leave such an unforgettable impression on people? What is its artistic charm? Russian writer Gorky recalled that when he was a teenager, he read Flaubert's novel A Simple Heart and was deeply moved by this simple story. Compared with Flaubert's novels, the back space is much shorter and the plot is much shorter, but it also arouses readers' feelings.

The reason why Back can impress readers lies in this memory of his father, and the most important thing is that he wrote his true feelings. Like many readers, the two episodes impressed me the most: First, the fat father staggered across the railway, jumped down and climbed up, just to buy oranges for his son; Second, a letter from my father: "I am healthy, but my arm hurts badly." It is inconvenient to hold a pen, so the day when I leave is not far away. " Writing calmly and naturally, we will sing in our hearts and feel the same with the author. We can't forget these two touching scenes, and we can't forget the sincerity of a father who loves his son.

I don't know and I can't predict how many people will be moved by the back.

At the beginning of today's activity, xu teacher asked us to "take a picture on the back". I found it very strange when I heard it: in the past, photos were taken from the front. How can the teacher let us observe the backs of others today? If you want to know, please read the following.

Xu Jiaobo sat in front of me and I looked at her. The back of her head is like a big watermelon, and there is a long and thin braid on the top of her head. It feels furry, soft and particularly comfortable. Her ears are very small, close to her head. Her shoulders are wide. I took out my ruler and measured it, and found that they were 33 centimeters wide. Today, she is wearing a dark gray school uniform with a small hat at the back. She looks a little fat.

So I began to observe Xu's writing posture carefully. I found her lying on the table when she was writing, her back bent like a bow. Her head tilted to one side, like a lazy cat sleeping on the table. It seems that her writing posture is not very good. I want to say to her: "Xu Jiaobo, you should sit up straight, don't bend down, or you will be nearsighted!" " "

Finally, I asked Xu Jiao Bo to stand up and practice walking with his back to me. I called "attention" and she immediately put her feet together. I called "at ease" and she immediately put out her left foot, moving quickly. However, I shouted "at ease" again, but her feet were together. I asked her to take a few steps. She walks badly and feels like a cute little penguin.

It's really fun to observe the back today, and I learned how to observe the back. It's killing two birds with one stone!

The composition of the back 8 Think about your back, I feel tough; Touching your hand, I feel hardship. Young and old, you hold laughter in your hands, and no matter how hard and tired you are, you have no regrets. This is my father.

My father is the pillar of our family, and he has been supporting our family for so many years.

With the growth of age, my father is middle-aged, diligent and honest. And my expenses are getting bigger and bigger, and my demands are getting more and more. Father can only support his family by going out to work.

I'm going to take a bus back to my hometown in the summer vacation, but my father refused to give it to me and insisted on driving me himself. Because my father is very busy, but he insists on seeing me off in person. Thought of here, my tears flowed down quickly.

My hometown is about 300 kilometers from here. My father dragged his tired body and drove me home by himself. Sitting in the back, I looked at my father's tired back and tears came down again.

Although my father was very tired, he sent me to my destination safely.

My father looked at my smile, smiled and turned away. I looked at my father's back and thought of his bitter, tired and fucking heart. My tears fell down again.

I can't stop thinking about my father and his back.

I haven't seen Grandpa Stone for years. What I can't forget most is his back.

One autumn, we moved, which was far from our original home, so I never went back, because the original home no longer existed, but all the stone statues were still there, because the newly built community needed beautification, which I heard from my grandfather.

I never knew Grandpa Stone's name, but I think it represents the original home, because when I was born, he was carved and stood at a crossroads.

Now, my mother signed me up for an interest class, which happened to be near my old home. Whenever I see his back, I always think of what happened when I was a child: when I played hide-and-seek with my grandfather, I always hid in his shadow, but I always laughed out loud for no reason; Every summer, I will run out from home and enjoy the cool on my grandfather's back. I always feel that he seems to be my second grandfather.

Every time I see his frozen back, I always see his kind smile in his gray back. In that gray background, I always see him slowly waving goodbye to me. In that gray background, I always hear him say goodbye, and be sure to come and see me next time! I'll wait for you here! "

Now, I always dream of his back, always dream of his childhood, always dream that he comes to my side and tells me his memories.

Although my childhood is gone forever, I still can't forget the gray, tall and familiar figure.

The composition of the back 10 The back is deeply portrayed in my heart and fresh in my memory.

It was that sunny morning that the vegetable market began to sell vegetables again. At the moment, my family just got up lazily, and my mother came to the kitchen after brushing her teeth and washing her face, and carefully prepared breakfast for us.

At this time, my mother rummaged around in the cupboard looking for materials, and found all other materials except "dry powder". My mother asked me to buy dry powder, so I went.

I went to the vegetable market and looked around, but I didn't find anyone selling dry powder. My eyes suddenly turned gray, and I thought no one was selling dry powder. Suddenly I heard someone selling: "selling dry powder! Selling dry powder! " I immediately looked forward and saw the grandmother selling dry powder. At this time, my expression immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and the fire of hope burned again in my heart.

I rushed over and saw the old woman's face was kind, with silver hair and thin. I said enthusiastically, "Grandma, come 10 kg dry powder!" "

"good!" Grandma also said enthusiastically. At this time, I was looking for money in my pocket. An unexpected thing happened. I don't have enough money in my pocket. I searched all over my body, but I couldn't find enough money. I took the dry powder and said intermittently, "Old-milk-milk-I don't have enough money on me." Just finished this sentence, I thought to myself: grandma will definitely say that I have so little money to buy dry powder. However, the old woman actually reached out and stroked my head to comfort and said, "It's okay, son, sometimes people will inevitably forget that this dry powder is for you so much money!" " "

I quickly said, "Thank you! Thank you! " When I got home, I looked back at my grandmother from time to time. Suddenly I feel that her back is particularly high, and gradually she becomes smaller, but I still can't forget her kind face and kind heart.

Ah! Grandma's back has warmed me for a long time, just like a warm current flowing in my heart.

The composition of the back 1 1 Everyone has read the back of the great writer Zhu Ziqing, and Zhu Ziqing can't forget his father's back. Similarly, I can't forget the back of that silly girl.

I remember when I was in primary school, there was a girl in my class. This female classmate is like a fool, and almost all her classmates bully her.

At that time, I was not a cheerful person, and I was not involved at all. I just stayed away from others and silently watched her being bullied by her classmates. Her seat is always at the bottom, even the teacher seems to hate her. Everyone didn't notice her in class, and her classmates always scolded her for hitting her. She looks as if everyone in our class has an object to vent. They might reject her like this and let her go. But she never resisted.

Finally, her mother came to take her home. Maybe her mother saw the scars on her body. Maybe she found out that her daughter was really hurt. On the day my mother took her home, all the students in our class cheered and seemed very satisfied. But I don't know why. Her presence will not pose any threat, or even a threat. Because she's a fool?

She just yelled at those who laughed at and beat her. The whole class doesn't care about her because she is stupid.

Her mother took her out of the classroom and no one sent her.

When I looked up, I just saw the back of her leaving. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on her back, and she walked along the corridor in the sunset. The back is nothing special, even a little ugly, and she gradually disappears from my sight. I don't know why, I can't forget her step by step!

Then the whole class returned to normal. Nobody in the class seems to mention this person. Only the last seat is empty and seems to be waiting for her. But I still clearly remember the back of her when she left. ......

The composition of the back 12 The back can be seen everywhere. Those moving figures will remain in my memory forever.

The back of sanitation workers

One sunny morning, I passed Yangwufang Street and saw sanitation workers cleaning the street. Opposite came an uncle and an aunt. Uncle walked to the trash can with a garbage bag in his hand and threw it all over the floor. Aunt also threw away the garbage and left without looking back. Sanitation workers frown at garbage; Go to the garbage and sweep the garbage into the trash can. The sanitation workers have finished sweeping here, so go to another place to sweep. I watched the back of sanitation workers disappear in the bright sunshine, and my admiration came to me.

The teacher is back.

In the morning, the sun is shining, and I go to school happily humming a ditty.

After school in the afternoon, the sky suddenly clouded and it rained heavily. I don't have an umbrella, so I have to wait for my mother to give me an umbrella. But my classmates were all picked up by my mother one by one, and my mother still didn't pick me up. I heard someone calling me, and when I looked back, it was my head teacher. Always said to me: "Let's go together!" My eyes were soaked with tears. I said thank you to the teacher. I went to the door and watched the teacher leave. I watched the teacher's back disappear in the rain, and my eyes blurred.

Ah, touching my back, those spring flowers bloom in my memory.

The composition at the back is 13 "Be good and obedient. Get some sleep, and dad will pick you up when he comes back from a business trip. " After that, my mother picked up her backpack and walked out of the clinic door without looking back. Looking at my mother's vague back, my nose was sour and tears could not help flowing down. My mother is a kindergarten teacher. Today, I got a call from the class teacher saying that I had a fever, and she rushed over to hang water for me. Because I missed the children who just started school in her class, I asked the doctor to help me hang up the water and hurried back to school.

Looking back on the vast sea, some things have faded after years of baptism, and the only thing that is clear in my mind is my mother's back in recent years. When the dawn has not lifted the veil of night, my mother has got up from bed and whispered to my father. After washing, he quietly came to my room. Standing quietly in front of my bed, listening to my even snoring and breathing, licking the corner of the quilt next to my shoulder and softly saying, "Dear daughter, I'm leaving." I closed the door slowly, leaving me a vague figure because of the oblique light. As night fell, my mother dragged her tired body home with a bag of vegetables. The first thing she said was, "Dear daughter, you are hungry. Mom cooks now. " Listening to my mother's words and watching her busy back in the kitchen, my wronged tears flowed down my eyes.

Now that the family conditions are good and there is a car, my mother doesn't have to go to work so early. When I grew up, I also understood my mother. After school, I cooked the meal in advance, washed the vegetables and waited for my mother to come back and fry. But in the past, my mother's clear back has been firmly fixed in my memory, which has been lingering for a long time and has become the source and motivation of my efforts.

The composition of the back 14 Life is in a hurry, and what is left to the world or others is often only the back.

As the modern poet Wang Guozhen said in his poem Love Life, "I don't want to think about whether there will be cold wind and rain from now on. Since the goal is the horizon, all I can leave to the world is the back. "

In daily life, we can see the back of parents' hard work, the back of teachers leaving the classroom after writing on the blackboard ... The back is everywhere, but sometimes it is the back that touches people's hearts.

On a cold winter day, it was near dusk when I came home from school, and the ground froze, showing a bleak scene. I hurried home to do my homework. I couldn't help thinking, so I jumped off the roadside steps. The steps were frozen, and I vaguely felt that my legs were out of control and I lost my center of gravity. Before I knew it, I was facing the sunset, lying on the side of the road and cocked my head. The book was also spilled outside. I tried to get up and turn around to get the book, but I hurt my waist and couldn't turn over. At this moment, I looked up and found it was a teacher. I don't know her name. When she saw me, she immediately lifted me up and helped me pick up the book quickly. I didn't even thank her. She just smiled at me and said, "Watch your step!" " Before we go. After that, I walked in the opposite direction and never looked back. I looked back at her with indescribable gratitude. The height of nearly 1.65 meters becomes heroic against the afterglow. Simple words, concise actions, and careful help left only a back, which made me feel broad and selfless.

Casual wrestling and free help left a warm and selfless back and a warm heart, and the trace of that back in the afterglow was branded in my heart.

The composition of the back 15 Once your back was very clear, maybe it became blurred unconsciously.

I can't forget your concern for us, your strictness to us, your smile to us, and your every subtle move.

The teacher used to be kind, gentle and strict. Teacher, no matter what you do, we all remember that you are our teacher.

Teacher, I still remember that you always smiled at us whenever we made you angry. Perhaps it is because of your tolerant smile that we recognize you there. You are our head teacher, our friend and our parents.

Teacher, I remember your embarrassment when you first came to the teaching department of our class You stand on the podium and prevaricate. Maybe you are too nervous! As a result, you always say the wrong thing, but we don't understand your noise under the stage, which makes you embarrassed! But maybe your first smile in our class changed us! How sweet your smile is! As pure and clean as snow.

Teacher, I remember you crying when we were about to break up. This is the first time you have cried in front of us. Of course, we also cried, regardless of sex, regardless of pride and face. These are the tears we left behind, and the tears for you are mixed with bitterness.

Teacher, we are separated. It's your turn to be sad! Some lonely, some cold.

Thought of here, teacher, your back is clearly floating in my mind.