Beiying Chu Er composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably touch or use composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my collection of junior two compositions. Welcome to share.

There is an elderly scavenger in our village. He may be ordinary to us, but his optimism, positive spirit, hard work and persistence make me awe. It is thought-provoking to see his back still so clear.

The students' long-awaited winter vacation has arrived. Of course, no matter when, the old man will still wander around the garbage dump. I looked at him quietly at the window as usual, and he was still smiling.

Recalling his life experience, I don't know much; His parents abandoned him; When he grew up, his adoptive parents rejected him and stopped raising him. I was scolded and beaten at home, and I was scarred all over. When the village chief saw it, he was abused. At the age of eighteen, he finally escaped from this home. Because I haven't received any study and can't read, I came from society and ran into a wall everywhere. Without a job, he can only make a living by scavenging. It all came from my father.

I remember when I first met you as a child, I liked to call him "Sanwazi", but now I know that it is wrong to call him that. It turned out that for the sake of happiness, he kept screaming repeatedly, but he didn't feel angry at all. On the contrary, he smiled at us and we smiled at him. Every time we turn around, we will play like this. Over time, his back was deeply imprinted in my heart.

Hard work may be your sign. From morning till night, no matter whether there is garbage collection on the ground or not, he insists on walking on this road, not hoping that someone will pay attention to him, but taking it as his own responsibility. Whenever someone encounters difficulties, he will definitely come forward to help; When he doesn't need it, he smiles at people, and there is no loss on his face. At sunset, he hobbled to the "small room" with a snakeskin bag on his back. His back makes me feel a deep and complicated thinking.

Now, he is older. But I still come regularly, leaving the most beautiful back.

After getting over it, I still leaned against the window and quietly looked at his busy back. The unchangeable him and his unchangeable back, and the unchangeable memory!

Write 2 "Thread in the hands of a proud mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body" When I was in the second grade, whenever I think of this poem "Wandering Sons" by Meng Jiao, I will think of my mother's lonely back from time to time.

The cold wind in winter, like a wild horse running around in the catkin-like snow, knocks on the doors and windows from time to time, and even the last warmth is crushed by it.

It was cold, and the heavy snow put thick winter clothes on the loess. My father works outside and only comes back once a year, so it's just me and my mother at home all the year round. Father's salary is meager, and one year's work is not enough to pay for one year's living expenses. My mother can only make a living by doing odd jobs at home. Mother pushed her bicycle into the heavy snow, and the cold wind got into her skin. Soon, her nose turned red. I went to the market with my mother. As usual, my mother skillfully set up a fruit stand, picked up a stool and sat next to it, shouting, "The fruit is sold! Cheap, come and buy! " My mother looked back at me and told me to go back first, saying, "It's cold, don't freeze." I put on my mother's irretrievable coat and said, "I'm not going back. I'm going to stay here with you." After that, I took off my coat and wanted to put it on my mother, but her mother said, "I'm not cold." Instead, I put my coat on me.

There are few people in the street, but the snow is getting heavier and heavier. Mother looked around and said, "just stay here. I'll be right back." Say that finish, she took a cup to the station to get me boiled water. The station is too far away from here, and I have to turn over a high platform. I saw my mother trying to climb up, her feet kicked off from time to time, and her swollen body leaned down from time to time. I was afraid that she would fall down. Seeing my mother's difficult back, I shed tears.

In the evening, when my mother went to wash the dishes, I looked up and saw her back. There are a few white hairs on her head, and she proudly shuttles through them. The curved back makes her look older. I shed tears again, I don't know how many times. ...

Mom, I want to tell you that you grow up with me and I grow old with you. In the future, you will never walk alone in the heavy snow, and the cold wind will never blow your face mercilessly. It won't be cold this winter.

What is happiness? Liu Xiang may say that happiness is the moment when you cross the finish line; Zhai Zhigang may say that happiness is the moment you walk out of the hatch; Students may say that happiness is a successful exam …

It can be seen that there are many different kinds of people as there are many kinds of happiness. So, what will happen to their happy backs?

In order to succeed, Liu Xiang wore out a pair of running shoes and practiced from morning till night. Start again and again, and be impeccable; Hurdling again and again, we must practice to perfection; We must strive for perfection in sprint after sprint. His struggle, his struggle, makes him successful and he is happy. But behind this happiness, it is the bitterness with a sad green light.

Coincidentally, many people's happiness also comes from this word.

Zhai Zhigang is China's "space hero". He had two chances to go into space, but he missed success again and again and passed happiness by. But instead of being discouraged, he worked harder. He insisted on working in an extremely difficult environment without a trace of complaints and dissatisfaction. Finally, he gritted his teeth and went to the world and the universe. His name has spread to thousands of families in China and even the world. He succeeded, and he was very happy. Looking at his happy back, I want to cry. It is really bitter and astringent.

Oh, I see, behind happiness is bitterness.

Is that really the case? I can't help asking myself again. "yes." All the people who have felt happiness answer together.

I think so, too. Once, in order to succeed in an exam, I "fought" until late a few days before the exam, so that I had to refresh myself with coffee and get up early in the morning. But after such a week, my exam results were really ideal.

What is happiness? Don't take it to heart, but no matter what happiness, there is the same back, that is bitterness.

Only by stepping on the back of happiness can we usher in real happiness!

On the back of composition 4 in the second day of junior high school, "Goodbye, partner!" I stood on the bridge and waved to her, and she said goodbye to me with two lines of tears. She is my childhood friend-Wang Tingli. Looking at her disappearing back, childhood memories floated up. ...

Her family used to live next door to mine. We are good partners, but it is inevitable that we will quarrel. One day, when I finished my homework and was going to her house, Li Ting found me. Downstairs, we played rubber bands, jumped rope, and the rabbit and pony crossed the river ... so we had a good time. Suddenly, she threw off the rubber band and said to me, "You are shameless. You made a mistake and won't let me jump." I thought to myself: nonsense, it's really nonsense with your eyes open. She seemed to see my heart, picked up the rubber band and left with a snort. "What's the big deal? Look at you. Your little mouth can hold a little donkey. " Say that finish, I also go.

This road is very narrow. The next day, the teacher arranged seats and separated Li Ting from me. Because I still remember yesterday, I deliberately stayed away from her. At this time, the teacher said, "Be friendly to your classmates. No matter what she has done to make you sad, she is still your good friend! " ! Right? "In desperation, I had to sit with Li Ting. After school, the teacher's words echoed in my heart for a long time, and I realized my mistake. On the third day, I was going to her house to apologize. Unexpectedly, I met again on the road. " "I'm sorry," the two of us said in unison. I'm sorry about yesterday! "Li Ting blushed and said to me." It doesn't matter. Actually, yesterday, I was wrong. Let's be good friends again! "

So Li Ting took my hand, walked out of the stair-door and ran to the park, talking and laughing with us all the way. ...

Now, I'm standing on the bridge, watching Li Ting fade away. I really want to take another look at her charming smile and familiar face and say to her, "Li Ting, don't forget those happy times."

I always thought my mother was an ordinary person, but that made me understand that she was far greater than I expected.

My mother is a tailor and works in a clothing factory. She gets off work late every day, and her father picks her up every day. That day, I was doing my homework in the study, and my father was going to pick up my mother as usual. I don't know why I wanted to go with my father on a whim, so I said to my father who was going out, "Can you take me with you?" I want to go too. "Dad readily agreed.

I have been fantasizing about the place where my mother works on the road, and I am very much looking forward to it. But when I got there, I was greeted by a broken old tall building, as if it were going to collapse in the next second. Standing outside the building, I can hear the harsh sound of the machine. I didn't want to go in, but my father dragged me, so I went in. When I arrived at the workshop where my mother worked, the sound in my ear was even deafening. My father and I walked slowly through one machine after another, looking for the familiar figure. Suddenly, a thin figure came into my sight, both familiar and strange. Oh, my God, is that still my mother? When did her figure become so thin? In the dim light, her silver hair is even more dazzling, and her hands and feet are clumsily operating the machine. Dad and I walked over and she was a little surprised to see me. She asked me, "Why did you come today?" I didn't know how to answer, so I casually said, "I'll come if I want." Mom looked at me and smiled. Mom was busy for a while, and then we went home.

On my way home, I asked my mother, "Do you work hard?" My mother looked at me and said, "Of course it's difficult. There's nothing I can do without hard work. I have to earn money to support my family and feed you. " After hearing this sentence, my heart moved and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

My mother's back is thin, but it's also great. She works day and night, making her back smaller and more curved. I know he did it for the family and me. From the back of my mother, I feel the most precious love in the world-maternal love.

His hair is a little gray, and people are getting older and weaker. But his tall figure has always remained in my heart. He is my father.

I still remember that when I was a child living in China, my parents had worked abroad for more than ten years. They go back to China every summer and bring us many gifts. My father was still very young at that time. His back is high and his steps are brisk. No matter what is broken at home, he can fix it. At that time, I admired him very much and once thought that he was an omnipotent person.

When I arrived in Italy, I found out: Dad, he is a very honest man and a short temper. He always likes to urge people, and he speaks in an impatient tone. Dad's job every day is to go to various places in Milan to repair machines, and he always comes home at night 12. At that time, the only communication I had with him was probably a guide before he went out. But I didn't choose to talk back, because I could vaguely feel his hard work. At that time, I saw his back like this: he wore work clothes every day, always took his apprentice when he went out to do business, and often left things behind. After going out for a few minutes, he will go back to the store to get something. Every time I see his back when he is leaving, I will breathe a sigh of relief: he has finally left, and finally no one cares about me. It's silly to think about it now.

My father's figure is much weaker now, the original beer belly is gone, and there are more and more humpbacks, so that he looks older than his peers. But I'm getting taller every day, and all the clothes I can't wear can be directly worn by my father. Since we arrived in Italy, he has been working so hard to make money and support us to go out early and come back late every day. Now I often choose to stay in the store because I feel uncomfortable. So I made up my mind that I must grow up and make money quickly to make him less burdened.

Dad never said to me "son, dad loves you", but I know that dad's love is silent, and I know that he will always stand in front of me to shelter me from the wind and rain. Now I can only look at his back silently, but I can't do anything. But one day, I will repay him for all he has done to me, just as he protected me.

The back is the most common, but have you really looked at the back of your family? When the rainstorm comes to the earth, he can just give you an ordinary umbrella without considering himself, but have you ever known that this ordinary umbrella is full of his care?

On that sunny afternoon, the beautiful songs of birds penetrated through the cracks in the curtains. Although the weather is fine, I have no luck to enjoy it. Oh, my God! Baby, you have a fever. What can you do? This is my grandmother. As long as the family is sick, she will definitely shout loudly and advance wave after wave for us. But she's almost seventy! She is 70 years old and still works for us. My grandfather died early because of illness, and she was in charge of everything at home and abroad. At home, he was bullied by others.

For the sake of my uncle and mother, I kept swallowing up until they grew up, so my grandmother looked very old.

"Baby, grandma will buy you some medicine, okay?" No, grandma, you have to take your brother! I'll just take some antiviral granules later, grandma. It's okay. Go to rest! Don't worry about me. Grandma watched her brother want to sleep, so she went into the room with confidence. I don't know how long it took, but I also fell asleep in a daze.

Baby, you watch your brother for grandma, and I'll buy you some medicine! I told you, you don't have to go. You must cross the road. I don't trust. You know grandma can't be idle. Please let me go. Finally, I had to let my grandmother go.

But I'm still not at ease. She went alone. I want to go with him, but my brother is still awake in the room, so I have to watch her from the window of my room. She is short and thin. She hunched her back and struggled through the crowd, gradually disappearing into my sight. But her back is deeply imprinted in my mind, and I will never forget it!

Grandma, I'm really glad to have you!

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier. The girl looked at the rain outside, and her father's back appeared in front of her.

That rainy day, raindrops splashed on the road, and the water oozing from the eaves hit the window, which was crisp and pleasant. Occasionally, a gust of wind rustled the branches outside and sang in the rain. The girl slipped down from the bed and looked at the rain beads. She doesn't know how to get to school. Her mother came in and told her to get dressed quickly. Her father sent her to school.

She packed everything and carried a heavy schoolbag on her back. Her father took two umbrellas. Wind and rain intertwined, she and her father walked together, raindrops hit the umbrella, and there was a "beep" sound around, as if afraid of disturbing something, and she dared not speak again.

Suddenly, the big puddle on the road blocked the way, and the car pressed out a ravine, making the already narrow road more difficult. My father went ahead and tried to see if he could get there. He is not tall, his short and thick back keeps shaking in front of the girl, who keeps staring at his father's back. The father turned around and said to the girl, "The water is very muddy. I will take you there. " He rolled up his trouser legs and squatted on the ground. The girl jumped up and climbed on her father's back. Father stepped on the water carefully, and suddenly one foot got stuck in the mud. The girl is very nervous. He pulled out his foot hard, and the girl hugged her father's neck and felt the warmth coming from his back. Father walked on and finally waded through the puddle. Father turned to the girl and said, "Go to school." Then she turned to go, but hesitated, then turned and said, "Do you want to buy a notebook?" The girl remembered that there was a math class today. She nodded, and her father said, "You wait here and I'll buy it for you."

The girl watched her father go to the supermarket, hunched over, a black shirt getting older and older, and it was raining harder and harder. His back was covered by the rain in front until he turned into the supermarket.

When my father came back, he had an extra book in his hand. He handed the book to the girl, turned and left, glanced back at the girl and motioned her to go to school, and left without looking back. The girl still looked at her father's flickering back in the rain.

The girl flashed her father's back in her mind, thinking about how to study in the future.

As time goes by, my parents have become people in the fourth year. They have been away all the year round and have paid a lot for this family. They took good care of me, so I can grow up happily like this.

When I was a child, I didn't understand them. From the mouth of my friends, I know how happy their family is, so I am particularly eager for my parents to take care of me at home. When I was a child, I thought that only by studying hard could I get them home. So I studied hard and thought they would come back. The idea at that time was naive. I remember when I asked my mother when they could go home in the second grade. My mother said she would go home and take you in a few years. When he hasn't come back after several years.

There is a question in my heart: is it so good in other places?

When I finally grew up, I got on the bus alone and came there. My parents probably made dozens of phone calls on my way here because they were senior four students.

When I got there, my parents took me directly to the dormitory and never let me go to their place of work. The more they refused to let me go, the more I wanted to go, so I went.

I saw the magic side, the harsh environment shocked me, and my father was sweating, which made my heart ache. My mother's petite body worked hard there, which made me miserable.

My heart aches and I feel guilty. How can I think they don't love me enough? Mom and Dad, my greatest hope in this life is that you can be safe and happy.

Guilt arises spontaneously. I shouldn't ask that question. They must be bleeding. I shouldn't imagine that I am questioning them, because they are trying too hard.

10 I rubbed my eyes and looked around. It seems to be evening now. I dragged my slippers to the window and took a deep breath.

Groggy, I was attracted by what I saw. It was a middle-aged woman with wrinkles on her forehead. The mask covered most of her face, revealing only two kind eyes, from which people seemed to get some comfort. Holding an old broom in her hand, she did the same action over and over again, accompanied by the sound of yarn from time to time. Yes, she is an ordinary cleaner.

A blush appeared on the horizon, and the sky gradually recovered its original appearance. The alarm clock in front of the bed told me that it was only after five o'clock, but she seemed to have been here for a long time. Looking at her skillful movements, I can't help thinking about how many days and nights of exercise it takes. Suddenly, she paused, frowned badly, hit her waist hard several times, and once again picked up the broom to continue cleaning. I have been deeply in awe of her. She may do it for her family or for her survival, but this kind of professionalism is something we should all learn. We should not only praise those good people and deeds, but also know how to praise those who have made ordinary efforts and worked tirelessly. Besides, they are urban beauticians.

These ordinary cleaners work tirelessly to get up early and get greedy for the black, just for the beauty of the mining area. Every corner of the mining area has the brand of their times. They may not be beautiful, but these countless mornings are enough to make them the most beautiful people. The red sun Ran Ran rises, leaving only the clean ground of the mining area and her distant back.

I want to draw a back for my father.

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The sky covers Beijing, and the warm sun is slanting. Woodcut, sound ancient. At this point, the water drops no longer jingle. Stepping into the threshold, the empty yard is like a shallow year, countless and unknown.

I still remember my father's firm position. He had to give up photography for the sake of his family. He sold his studio, bought a facade room and started another line-art remedial classes. He is not unwilling, but doing better wholeheartedly.

I will never forget my father's busy back. He taught and demonstrated one by one. After running a lap, I seem tired. I poured a glass of water, took a few sips, got back on track and started wandering again. Round and round, he was tired after all. After class, my father slapped him on the bench and fell to the ground, dreaming. I can see that he is really tired.

Recall my father's sleeping back. That broad back sheltered me from the wind and rain and led me to sleep. Today, it has become a miniature bridge. A bridge that is awkward in one step. I used to give him a massage. He enjoyed this wonderful time, smiling like honey water, warming people's hearts.

My father always wears the same coat and holds the same drawing board. He has been doing the same thing all his life, but he says, "This is the best thing for me!" " "

He turned around and I smiled.

Today, I don't need to draw a back for my father. In my blood, there are not only the blood you gave me, but also the true feelings of love you gave me!

Now, I finally understand that what moves me in front of me is my father's dear back.

The back of parents is something we are familiar with, but in the usual dribs and drabs, we ignore the love embellished behind.

That autumn, in the evening, the cold wind roared, and it happened that my mother's car was sent to be repaired. It never rains but it pours. Mom had no choice but to take me to cram school by electric car.

Along the way, the cold wind was chilly, and the night devoured the earth, bringing people cold and strong winds in advance. The people in the street were sparse and hurried home. Everyone wants to embrace the warmth of home early.

I hid behind my mother's tall figure and greedily absorbed all the warmth behind her. At this time. I looked at my mother's back, bloated and scarred by the cold wind, but I didn't want to be moved at all. I still proudly straightened up and made more warm space for me, her daughter.

After the cram school, my mother and I embarked on a journey of cold wind again. I still snuggled up to my mother's warm back and looked at the falling leaves on the roadside trees. Looking up, there are yellow leaves under the orange street lamp. Reminds people of the beautiful autumn scenery. But the reality is always so cruel, and the cold and ruthless autumn wind is still blowing, which has nothing to do with the autumn I remember.

To make matters worse, the car ran out of power when it was still some distance from home. This is like a bolt from the blue, making the already cruel reality even more scarred.

Mom put me on the side of the road and told me to wait here, waiting for her to run home with a cart, and then ride grandma's electric car to pick me up. I can't help being lonely and walking home step by step. Mom pushed the car and walked for a while. Looking at my mother's bloated figure pushing a heavy car to run in the wind. That looks funny to outsiders, but in my eyes, what a great and beautiful figure it is.

I stood there for a while and then ran home quickly. ...

Looking at Zhu Ziqing's back, I couldn't help crying. Seeing my father's back, I can't be calm for a long time.

That winter, I was a day student, and my home was far from school, so running around early in the morning and late at night became a hassle. My father always picks me up on time every night. I'm not a child anymore. I voluntarily walk to school by myself in the morning.

That morning, because I stayed up late last night, I really couldn't get up. I unconsciously closed my eyes and said, "Get up! It's getting late! " Someone knocked at my father's door. I had to stand up and open the door. A cold wind poured in, and I couldn't help shivering. Through the crack of the door, I saw my father's back: thin body, hunchback. ...

After washing, I looked at the time. There are only 20 minutes left. What should I do? If I am late, I will be punished! No way, I had to bite the bullet and come to my father's house: "Dad, send me today." In fact, dad had already dressed and waited quietly in the room, as if waiting for me. composition

My father pushed out his motorcycle and took me on the road. At dawn, even the air was so cold, and the cold winds on both sides stung my face. I curled up and leaned against my father's back. Father subconsciously straightened his back, and suddenly I found that his back was straight. His broad back was like a thick wall to block the cold wind for me.

When I got to school, the car ran out of gas. My father and I looked at each other, speechless. Father turned and pushed the car away. I watched him walk around the corner, and finally I couldn't help it. Two lines of tears crept down. In the misty eyes, I seem to see my father leaning forward, pushing the car and walking on that long slope ... the back of love stayed on that long slope and in my heart.

Father's back is entrusted with his great and deep love. Father, I love you!

Everyone has a colorful childhood, beautiful childhood memories and unforgettable childhood fun. But in my mind, there are not many memories about my father. The deepest and most unforgettable memory about my father is his back.

When I was five, my father was very busy. He goes out early and comes back late every day. When I got up in the morning to look for him, he had already left. Before going to bed at night, I always want to wait for him to come back and take a look at him before going to bed, but I always fall asleep before he comes back. On weekends, he either goes to work overtime as usual, or stays at home, sitting in front of the computer all day typing and checking information, sorting out information, calling his subordinates to ask about the situation, and we basically don't communicate much except talking to me at dinner. Once, I took my toy and asked him to play with me for a while. He turned around and smiled wearily at me. He agreed. I am so excited. He hasn't played with me for a month. We sat on the ground together, playing with Transformers, Lego bricks and cars. I smiled, and so did he. We all smiled sweetly. In our smile, I formed an me in my mind. However, just after we played for ten minutes, my father put down his Lego, touched my head and said, "Dad has to go back to work and can't play with you. Go and play with your mother. " Say that finish, he stood up and walked to his computer. After I reacted, I could only look at his back. He is not tall and a little bloated. He has a hunchback because of working at his desk for a long time. In the sunny white corridor, his back looks a little vicissitudes and tired. I will never forget coming back this time.

Now, my father's work is not as busy as before, and he has more time to spend with my mother and me. But in adolescence, there seems to be an invisible wall between my father and me, and our relationship is not as harmonious as when I was a child. However, I always know that I will always be his beloved son and he will always be my beloved father.

In this extremely cold winter, my father gets up earlier than the chicken every day.

Before dawn, my father put on his work clothes and prepared to leave for the construction site as usual. And my mother and I are still in that warm bed, tightly bound inside. Every time my father goes out, I only vaguely see his vague back, which makes me feel like the gap between him and Lu Xun in middle age.

I remember in junior high school, my father and I went to school together. Because I have just entered junior high school, I am not familiar with this strange environment, so I dare not run around. I had to follow my father and look at his straight back. Father walked to the dormitory with my quilt on his back, and I followed. After my father helped me pave the place to live, he took me to pay tuition and accommodation. Then my father left. When he left, he didn't look back, leaving only his back and a very serious sentence: "study hard at school and there will be a way out in the future." Gradually, my father's back disappeared before my eyes. I didn't leave the iron gate until I saw my father's back disappear. If only my father could look back at me.

Because my father has to support his family, we seldom talk, which makes my feelings with my father gradually fade. Because of this, I seldom see my father. I live on campus now, and I seldom see my father. My father went out early and came back late for our family, so I understand my father's indifference to me. As long as I have my father's support, I can feel my little father's love.

I know my father's hard work, so as long as he is around, I won't feel that my father is far away from me, and I won't feel that my father doesn't love me. It is precisely because my father loves me very much that I will leave early and return late, so that I can study hard; You don't have to give up your studies because of any minor problems. This is a lifelong regret.

This is my father. He is not gentler than my mother, but he is the love that really moves me. Dad's back is dad's love for my strong heart!