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Composition: I remember that in 1' s life, people keep leaving, so what they see is invisible and there is a deep hopelessness. The willow tree in front of the door is still swaying and fluttering. Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

There is a willow tree in front of grandma's house. Its branches are extremely twisted, showing its helplessness and loneliness unscrupulously. The slender branches and leaves seem to have lost their youth. It's raining outside the window. Looking out of the window, the vehicles sped by on the muddy road, splashing. And some people's lives just passed so quickly.

Grandma left me for more than two years, and that kind of pain hurts every time I think about it. She has stomach cancer. Looking at grandma's emaciated face and listening to her painful moans, my heart hurts like a knife. During that time, one thing I often did was to pinch my face to see if it would hurt. I hope this is just a dream, but dreams always wake up. At this time, my rational brain will tell me that this is the reality and my grandmother is leaving me. I have never felt so powerless. I dare not cry in front of grandma, because I am afraid she will be sad. I accompany her every day, talk to her and watch her smile little by little. Feed her and watch her eat bit by bit. I won't leave her for fear that she will feel lonely and desperate. Later, she couldn't eat, spoke intermittently and managed to smile. Fear came all over the sky. I'm really scared. I am afraid that in the blink of an eye, when I turn around, she will disappear like a light smoke.

I always like to hold grandma's rough hand. At that time, grandma always looked at me and smiled at me. Those dull eyes are always a little moist. Grandma's mouth opened and closed. I will always remember that grandma's voice is very light. This sentence is not coherent enough, but I understand it. She said: Don't be sad, take good care of yourself. I nodded hard. Grandma smiled unnaturally, but I cried childishly. Grandma stroked my head as if thinking something. I asked her, it was a long time before she dreamily said: Next life will become the wind. I don't know why grandma turned into the wind. On her deathbed, some ideas were hard for ordinary people to understand. She expressed one of her requests with difficulty. Before leaving, she gently held her hand, just like now, and I nodded. In the morning, she went to heaven.

The autumn wind gently blows the willows and beats my window. I asked softly, Grandma, are you all right?

Composition: Memories 2 On a boring weekend, my father proposed a place name riddle contest. I danced with my mother and said, "Who am I afraid of?" "Then come on." Dad said happily.

At the beginning of the first round, my father said a riddle: "Compasses draw circles." My mother and I said the answer in unison, that is Taiyuan. My mother and I tied in this game. Has the second round started? Mom said another riddle: "Tencent QQ." This is a difficult problem! My father and I are very anxious, and my mother must be very proud. She looked at me and then at her father, so she had to let her mother announce the answer. I said to my mother in dismay, "You can publish the answer ...". Mom said loudly, "It's Liaocheng". I said to my mother doubtfully, "Why Liaocheng?" . But my mother didn't tell me, so I thought, if you tell me, you won't tell me. I sighed when I lost the second round. My mother saw it and said to me kindly, "Baby, it doesn't matter if you lose." You just need to read more books. " I smiled and said to my mother, "Good!" We all laughed.

I hope I can play this game again next time, so that I can exercise my thinking and play with my classmates after class. I want to leave a suspense here. Emperor's mouth (make a place name), students move your little heads, come on!

Composition: I hope there is regret medicine in the world. Unfortunately, no! There is one thing that I still regret when I think about it now!

My family once kept a lively and lovely little white rabbit. It is covered with white fluff, without any flaws, so white that you dare not touch it, only "you can look at it from a distance, don't play with it", which may pollute its purity. So, I named it "Bai". There are a pair of long ears on the top of the head, ruby-like eyes embedded on both sides of the forehead, and a small nose that keeps sniffing. The most distinctive three-petal mouth has a clear boundary, and the short tail can't be seen without looking carefully. As the saying goes, "a rabbit's tail can't grow." Its limbs are also very distinctive. The first two legs are shorter than the last two. When not walking, the last two legs are always lying flat on the ground. When walking, the hind legs bounce straight and jump. Really cute!

Because I like white very much, I pay special attention to its eating, drinking, housing and transportation. "The soldiers don't move, the food and grass go first." Don't spend money to prepare things you like to eat, such as carrots and cabbage; Drink, pure water; Live and build a "small comfort zone"; For the convenience of travel, leave everything at home so that the journey can be unimpeded.

Haha, these special treatments are not what I like. What I care about most is the fun of doing nothing. Whenever I finish my homework after school, I will play with Whitehead. When I gave it leaves, I deliberately raised the leaves higher to make it "stand up" to eat, or put them farther away to make it jump up and "prey". Sometimes I take them downstairs to play. Have fun, it's fun!

One Sunday, when cleaning the house, my mother invited two aunts to be cleaners. If you want to do a general cleaning, you have to "make a big move": the door is wide open, and all sofas, tables and chairs, coffee tables, etc. Had to "move" and "be displaced", and the White House was doomed.

In order to speed up the cleaning, I also took part in the "battle" of family cleaning and began to tidy up my bookcase, wardrobe and so on. As busy as a bee. Everyone is doing something in vain in the hurry. More than an hour passed, and when we enjoyed the clean indoor environment, we suddenly remembered to leave blank space. However, the house has been searched everywhere, and there is no white figure. Is it because everyone was scared by cleaning that it ran downstairs? This time, I was in a hurry. I quickly put on my shoes and ran downstairs, shouting "in vain ... where are you?" Invalid ... "However, it was not in vain. I was so anxious that I began to cry. Mom followed me down and looked for it with me. However, our efforts have not been rewarded!

After missing it in vain, I dream about it almost every night, play with it and be happy together in my dream. However, when I woke up, it was a pillow! Look at the empty "comfort zone" and the remaining vegetables ... I can't help crying. I really regret not taking good care of Bai Bai, and sometimes I blame myself for giving it a name "Bai Bai (bye bye)"! In vain, where are you? I am praying for you, and I miss you very much!

Composition: I think of four small petals, thin and strong branches, pale pink, and the fragrance wraps my body. This is a flower that blooms proudly in winter. This is a flower that looks whiter in the snow. It is a flower that cannot be crushed by snowflakes. Yes, that's Mei, the flower standing proudly in the winter snow.

In spring and March, the sun is shining and colorful. Jasminum nudiflorum and Magnolia grandiflora just failed. Small buds, strings of pink peach blossoms and lush green grass appeared in the Chinese rose. Spring is indeed the season when everything comes back to life. She gives people the feeling of light green, faint green, endless green, but in summer, the green is deeper, the summer is very hot, violets and magnolia give off a faint fragrance, which dispels the summer. Autumn is crisp, chrysanthemums stand proudly, upright and clean.

However, winter, the most lifeless season of the four seasons, gives people the feeling that it is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the snow is overwhelming and sweeping, which can only add a little pine and cypress to this withered winter, and at this time it is covered with thick snow. Those flowers in summer are just dead branches and rotten leaves at this time. There is no longer the charm, wealth and air of the past, and their only twigs are too tired to breathe under the weight of snow, so they can only wait for death sadly.

At this time, in the snow all over the sky, in the lamentation of all things, plum blossoms, like graceful fairies, quietly fall between the slopes of Shan Ye and beside the garden path, with unique charm: shyness in bud and longing for words, full of affection; At first glance, it is natural and unrestrained, natural and graceful; Laugh in full bloom, and the buds shake gently. Some are petite and naive, as amiable as newborn babies; Some are full of youth and enthusiasm, as lovely as slim girls; Some are extraordinary, dignified and generous, and respected as reserved ladies. They either leaned back, leaned back, thought, talked, danced, played in the autumn wind, laughed at the ice and snow, or looked up ... They were colorful and beautiful. Standing proudly in the snow. Her tall and thin branches are not affected by the snow at all. Snow proud first frost. In full bloom in the snow, full of pride, stand upright, stand upright, regardless of the wind and snow blowing. ...

Plum blossoms are willing to be lonely, charming and refined, indifferent to fame and fortune, and selfless dedication. She is not lost because there are no butterflies, nor depressed because there are no bees to follow, nor like crazy catkins dancing with the wind, nor like fine peach blossoms chasing water, but selflessly blooming silently in the cold, with no regrets, bringing joy and beautiful enjoyment to people's lives.

Composition: I always think it is best to go to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River in spring.

I have been to Tongli once in winter, and it goes without saying that it is cold. Those winding rivers, although not frozen, are also stained with ink-like color, dark and dull, just like stagnation, making people simply feel its' flow'. There is snow, too, but snow as white as cotton wool only accumulates on the eaves of tiles. The snow on the bluestone path has been trampled by passers-by many times and is as dirty as an unhealed wound.

Therefore, I think Wuzhen is the most beautiful in spring.

In the morning, the air is as clear and blue as it was washed in water. Peach blossoms bloom in one tree and two trees, which is particularly conspicuous in the gap between black tiles and white walls. In the ancient rhyme, the red apricots out of the wall hold up the crimson spring, white clouds are like snow, tender grass is like silk, and they lie on the soft bottom. An oar shook, and the broken ripples shook the grass and swayed lazily.

I walk in the street, and the shops on both sides are antique things, and occasionally one or two novelty things make me stop for a moment.

In the afternoon, it began to rain. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", but it may not be. The light rain pattered on the bluestone board and tinkled. A group of us hid in the pavilion to avoid the rain, but we were stunned by the straight line of the sky. Raindrops are small, but dense. They quietly touch the water surface and only emit a ripple. A fish has escaped. The soft moss under the bridge moistens my world.

I waited for a long time, but the rain still didn't stop, just like I was shaking in an awning boat.

Sitting on the boat, I realized that everything I had heard before was too far away. Now I seem to live on water, so I touched the real soul of the town so close. It is simple and dignified, without losing a trace of lead, but with the arrival of spring rain, I sang an ethereal and distant song.

At that moment, I felt as if my consciousness had gradually separated from my body and drifted into the rain. I saw the sound of spring wandering in deep alleys and heavy mahogany doors, floating under the wind chimes of cornices, surrounded by bluestones and black tiles, and shuttling through the arched bridge opening ... It was the most beautiful and quiet song I have ever heard.

I can't forget the Jiangnan town in spring, and I think maybe I won't forget it either, because it taught me what soul singing is that day, and I also learned how to listen with my soul.

Composition: When I was 6 years old, I often dreamed that I could pick up the crayons in my hand and draw a beautiful blueprint for the future, so that my dream could take off and fly in the blue sky and white clouds. Later, when other children were still immersed in comic books, word books had walked into my life with light steps. The pleasure of reading, the beautiful fragments and plots in the book often inspire me with a feeling of red fever and passion for words.

Love and passion, so I dream that I can roam in the ocean of knowledge, fight in the spiritual world, bathe in the brilliant thoughts of sages and listen to the teachings of benevolent masters, and become a writer who activates all sentient beings in my own works in the future, so that people can experience the weight of characters and a positive motivation in the world of literature! Later, I often held these unrealistic dreams and struggled in my own growth.

Tao Qian, a great poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, said in a poem: If the prime of life never comes again, we should encourage it in time. With the increase of grade and homework, I really found a goal for myself: I hope to be a Harvard student in the future! This may be my dream in school life. As we all know, Harvard University.

Learning is the dream of students all over the world, and every Harvard student is a legend in my eyes. I will work hard towards this legend, although this positioning is a bit ambitious. For example, when I told this dream, many people laughed at me, even my classmates laughed at me. But I have set this goal, and only with it can I have motivation.

Facing the important initial stage of life, the sixth grade of primary school, I gradually feel that if I don't study hard and learn all the subjects well, everything will be empty talk. Only by studying hard and learning all subjects well can we turn ourselves into a smart person, a wise and reasonable person, and a person who will be useful to society in the future. Isn't it? Knowledge is a treasure that can never be measured. Zhang Haidi is physically disabled and determined. It is knowledge that gives her strength, and her thirst for knowledge makes her strong. Helen, who is deaf and blind, also found the strength to survive because of knowledge! It is knowledge that adds color to their unfortunate lives and makes them strong and become masters of life! Knowledge is important to all of us.

As primary school students in the new century, we should set up lofty ideals, study hard and use our knowledge to draw the most brilliant stroke on the grand blueprint of the new century. Harvard Road is a distant dream for me now, but I am not discouraged. I will try my best. As long as I work hard, there is hope, hope and beauty. I will stay with my beauty in the study.

Be aggressive and work hard! Of course, my dream is sunny, it will only take me out of the darkness and let me learn to be strong from the hesitation and difficulties in my study.

After reading the first lesson of school, my dream was strengthened. Life flies high because of dreams, and human nature is great because of dreams. Set a lofty goal in life, fly freely in the vast sky with dreams, rush to the peak of life, let dreams take off, let dreams fly, fly to joy and fly to our infinite bright future!

Composition: Think of 7. Do you remember that autumn?

The fallen leaves seem to say goodbye to the mother tree, and the geese fly to the south in droves. At this time, I don't understand your idea, but I impose my idea on you. You don't know the reason for the objection. That autumn, I did a lot of things that hurt you, but you still made friends with me.

Do you remember that time? Let's dig in the field. After digging, I force you to take your soil away. At first you thought about resisting, but you didn't. You just hang your head and sigh. Seeing you like this, I smiled and stood in front of you as a winner. Then you cried. When I saw you like this, I didn't stop laughing, but I laughed louder and more presumptuous. Then you stood up and turned your back on me and said, "Let's break up. Although I don't want to do this, I have no choice. It's been a month. I wanted to break up with you a month ago, but I couldn't make up my mind because you are my best friend. Do you remember last week when I said I wanted to break up with you? At that time, you didn't care, just smiled casually. " You said it and then you left. Looking at the back of you leaving, my tears fell, but I wanted to stop you, but I didn't know what to say. I can only let my tears fall mercilessly.

How time flies! It's been five years. In the past five years, I have spent almost my whole life in pain and guilt. How I wish I could say "I'm sorry!" " "But after that day, I completely lost your information and couldn't contact you at all.

Suddenly one day, you came to me and said that you were friends with me again. I asked you if you remember the unpleasant things between us before, and you just smiled and said, "I forgot." In the face of you, the inner bitterness is coming up again.

Do you remember that autumn? I know you haven't forgotten, because I hurt you deeply that day. It's just that your generosity has melted the pain.

Composition: Remember that 8 belongs to the dutiful son.

Every time I think of my mother, I will think of the rare heavy snow and a string of small red footprints on the snow.

That year I went to the city to study full-time and didn't come home for half a year. I miss my son very much. I have never left him for such a long time after he was born. I really want to grow wings and fly home. Finally, the winter vacation arrived, and when I rushed home non-stop, my son was taken back to his hometown in the country by his mother. My heart is half cold. Fortunately, his wife is very considerate. Without saying anything, he rode back to his hometown to pick up his son. And that night, there was a rare heavy snow.

The next day, the whole world was wrapped in silver, and my baby son and I stood on the balcony watching the snow scene. It's really great. The road has been frozen, occasionally passing a car, crawling like a snail; Bold young people, stubbornly riding bicycles crooked, sometimes two or three cars twisted together; Pedestrians are more cautious, stumbling like drunkards, or someone falls, rolls, rolls or climbs in various ways, and then there is a helpless wry smile or a series of scolding. We are glad to see it. My son smiled and patted me on the cheek with his little hand.

Unexpectedly, my mother came at lunch. She hobbled into our house with a bamboo pole in her left hand and a bamboo basket in her right hand and a black scarf. Mother set out from home early in the morning and walked fifteen miles to noon. When we arrived at our house, a basket of eggs was nearly half broken, and two sesame oil bottles were all broken. The sesame oil is all soaked in the new cotton trousers that my mother made for my son. My mother's hands are as yellow as eggs, and the blue bag on her forehead is clearly visible. I don't know how many falls she had on the road! "Under such a heavy snow, do you still dare to come? Aren't you bad? Who wants you to send these things, you take them back for me! " I yelled at my mother, who was like a child who did something wrong and coaxed her son without saying a word.

After lunch, my mother also ate less and rushed to wash the dishes. After cleaning up, my mother hurried home and said to my wife, "I don't trust the dead old man to be at home alone." He can't cook. I have to go back. I will see the children again in a few days. " Knowing my mother's temper, I don't want to stay. After seeing her off for two or three miles, I found a string of small footprints of bright red blood in the snow. Maybe someone's child's foot was punctured by ice slag. My mother walked carefully step by step, mumbling nonsense, asking me to take care of my son and wife and read more books when I have time ... Gradually, I found more and more blood on that string of small footprints, and on a straw pile next to me, there was a piece of snow dyed red, and there were several eggshells next to it. I suddenly went to see my mother's feet. My mother's feet are bound, and she usually likes to tie her feet with a binding cloth. I immediately found that deep red blood oozed from the foot cover around my mother's ankle, and there was a piece of blood mixed with mud on her cotton trousers. I suddenly realized that this little footprint doesn't belong to anyone's child either. Mom's bound foot must have been pricked by something. Seeing my hesitation, my mother stopped and told me frankly, "The snow on the road is too deep and slippery, so I will take the side of the road." Who knows that there is an upside-down iron fence buried under the snow at the edge of the vegetable field? Alas, it's no use getting old ... "I squatted down, put my thin mother on my back with a tall body, and with tears in my eyes, listened carefully to my mother's nagging and strode to the health center in my hometown.

My son was eight years old and my mother left us at the age of 67 because of acute jaundice. Now, whenever it snows, I think of my mother, my mother, and a string of little red footprints in the snow, and I can't help crying. In the crystal tears, I seem to see her old man hobbling towards me with a bamboo pole, a bamboo basket on his arm, a black scarf and a biting cold wind. ...

Mother, a mother who has gone through many difficulties, Qian Qian is a mother just like you. How much your children want to shelter from the wind and rain in your generous and warm arms, and how much they want to tell you their bitterness, pain and troubles again!

Composition: Think of 9 "Ding ..." The telephone rang. I picked up the phone listlessly. "Hello, I'm looking for your grandpa!" "I was shocked to hear the strong local accent. It's fourth grandma's voice! "Hello ..." I'll call my grandpa and go back to my room.

When I got back to my room, I couldn't settle down to do my homework any more. I had to stop writing and think about fourth grandma quietly. About a year ago, grandpa was hospitalized because of illness, and grandma was hospitalized because of surgery. Because no one took care of grandpa, she had to ask her fourth grandmother for help from her hometown. But ... it was after a get-together, and I received many cards. On the way home with fourth grandma, I jumped and jumped with joy. But when I got home, I suddenly found a card missing! I think fourth grandma must have lost it on the way.

I ran out of the house angrily and looked around the school myself. Just as I was about to cross the road, Fourth Grandma came from behind and grabbed my hand, but I shook her hand hard and shouted like crazy, "You lost a card, let alone me!" We walked to the school gate without saying a word, looking everywhere, but we couldn't find it. At this time, my eyes lit up and I found something reflecting. I went over to have a look, alas! This is the card! But because it has just snowed, the greeting cards are covered with mud.

Fourth Grandma picked it up, wiped it and said, "Don't worry, didn't you find it?" At this time, I secretly took a look at Sisai, and found that Sisai's eyes were moist, and two tears were slowly falling ... On the way home, my tears were also spinning in my eyes, and I lowered my head to prevent Sisai from seeing me cry. I tried to say "sorry" to fourth grandma countless times, but I swallowed it every time I reached my mouth.

But unexpectedly, a few days after Grandpa was discharged from the hospital, Fourth Grandma hurried back to her hometown. She left without even saying goodbye. At this time, the last rosy clouds on the horizon have disappeared, but I have been thinking: Old four, when can I pay back the "sorry" I owe you?

Composition: 10 Think of Zeng Lecheng. He is my friend who has been away for many years, and I will always think of him until now.

He is a little short and not particularly handsome, but in my eyes, he is very cute. Because he is helpful, he often helps teachers clean the blackboard and students sweep the floor, and his grades are also very good. Naturally, he became the monitor, and everyone likes him.

He is also very humorous. Whenever the atmosphere in the class is dull, he always tells some jokes to everyone. I remember once, the whole class went to the movies and saw the sad plot, and everyone's mood was also very low. After watching the movie, I saw that everyone was unhappy. Zeng Lecheng told us a joke: "Once, I visited the night market and saw many beautiful belts in a booth. I think my belt is old, so I chose a belt I like and asked the boss how to sell it. " Guess what the boss said? "He stopped suddenly and looked at us slyly." what do you have to say? "We were all curious and asked." The boss looked up at me and asked, "How old is your dog?" "He said, while doing the night market. He deliberately lowered his voice when imitating the shopkeeper, like an adult.

We thought for a while and couldn't help laughing. Some covered their stomachs, some bent over with laughter, some laughed out of breath and called for help in a weak voice. Others laughed until their faces cramped and covered their faces tightly ... At that time, they were very lively and full of happy feelings, and the sadness brought by watching movies had long since disappeared.

We are really happy to have such good classmates in our class. However, the good times did not last long. When we were in the second grade, Zeng Lecheng was going to transfer. We are all sad, and he is not as humorous and optimistic as before. Before leaving, his mother specially invited a professional photographer to take a group photo for us and give each of us a photo as a souvenir.

After he left, the atmosphere in the class became dull, but after a while, our mood gradually stabilized. Slowly, everyone almost forgot him, and no one mentioned him anymore. However, I still miss him in my heart, and sometimes I meet him in my dreams. It's really "see you after parting, and accompany you several times in my dreams".

I didn't expect to meet him again in a summer camp in grade four. I want to say to him: My husband cares about the world, and Wan Li is near. We are still good friends. May we meet again in the future!