Full score composition for senior high school entrance examination

20 1 1 Selected compositions with full marks in senior high school entrance examination

The sentence that made my heart beat.

"In fact, shadows, like sunshine, are the wealth of life." Throughout the long winter, there was almost no sunshine to take care of the place where I waited for the bus in the morning, and the intersection was like the morning air all night. The world is as quiet as ever, and everything casts a few mottled shadows on the ground.

Inadvertently bowed their heads and found that the "world" is here. ...

The bleak wind blew an old newspaper to my feet and glanced at it. The headline on the front page attracted me: "In fact, shadow, like sunshine, is the wealth of life." In an instant, my heart was badly damaged, and all my blood flowed into my atrium. I breathe and let them get hot temperatures. The wind is still blowing coldly, and only boiling blood is rushing in my heart. ...

Life can actually be like this.

Life can be like this!

That's the shadow of a telephone pole. They are like a clear staff, but the tone has been divided into several sections by the worn iron shelf. How I want to compose music for them and play a vigorous spring movement. I hope it is the migratory birds returning from the south who sing this song emotionally. Trees, buildings, shops, overpasses ... their shadows are gradually distorted and inclined, most of them are immersed in the cold air in winter and gradually evaporate, and a small part is left far behind with the speeding of vehicles. Is that a bush? Their shadows are particularly dense, showing a different lush. Every cluster of them is struggling to grow at jointing stage, all for the beautiful fragrance in the future and for that season. So, I carefully grabbed the graffiti sun, covered their shadows and gave them imaginary light. I inadvertently spit out a small piece of breath and turned it into a light cloud in winter, bringing them long-lost romance. ...

Everything is more imaginative because of the shadow, and the world is more hazy.

Therefore, I no longer feel that I am wandering day by day and don't know what to do. Shadow, like sunshine, paints a whole new world for me. I no longer find those dark days boring. Because shadows are more diverse and unforgettable than things themselves. The shadow is always there, but few people understand the beauty of the shadow, and even fewer people stop in a hurry for its beauty. They are like flowers that are constantly rubbed, unable to fall, wither in dust and running water, and disappear silently in the sun.

On this winter morning, I stared at the shadows and had a deeper thinking.

In my opinion, sunshine and shadow always go hand in hand. There is no absolute light or eternal darkness in this world. There are shadows because there is light. The shadow you cast on the ground is caused by the sunlight overhead. When you walk to the sun, there must be a shadow behind you; Walking behind the sun, you can still bathe in the sun. I really want to thank this sentence, so that all the shadows meet unexpectedly and my mood rises and falls with them. In this way, a noble and another noble met; One kind of thinking is connected with another; An ordinary one, an ordinary one.

How do we open the real world that has been imprisoned for a long time? At this glance, I met the beauty I had never seen before.

The days of sadness and despair due to lack of light, backlight and backlight, and the lonely troubles that ended due to frustration, loneliness and sadness are scattered in the noise of the whole street with these shadows. Hope and dream run to the distance at the same speed, just like sunshine and shadow, * * * exists on the earth.

I firmly believe that firmness and persistence will flow through my dreams and take away those things that have been sad and uneasy for me.

On this ordinary and quiet morning, I looked at the end of the street with all the shadows and words that really excited me, where there were beautiful scenery intertwined with shadows and sunshine. ...

Looking up again, it is already sunny and warm as spring. ...

◆20 1 1 Fujian Ningde Senior High School Entrance Examination Full Score Composition

Campus memory

Standing on the cement road of primary school again, looking at the drizzle, I was at a loss for a long time before I found myself in the rain again. It seems that this habit cannot be changed. I smiled, and a sadness welled up in my heart.

I still remember the happy time in primary school, the angelic girl who brought me happiness.

At that time, I was in the fourth grade of primary school, and my parents transferred me. At that time, I was very introverted and afraid to talk to people I didn't know. I always sit alone in the seat at the back of the classroom, watching the freshmen joke. Now that I think about it, at that time, those students who were joking might be laughing at me like a mute, but I was afraid to talk to them. At that time, I felt as if I was the only one in the world.

One day, it began to rain in Mao Mao for no reason. I look at the sky, but I have an impulse to be caught in the rain.

The drizzle attracted me to sit down on the swing, close my eyes and feel the rain falling on my hair. The neck is cold and wet. After a while, the warmth from my hand slowly opened my closed eyes and I saw a delicate face. She has long hair, her eyes are aura, and her mouth is slightly raised. She asked me, "Can I play with weighing?" I didn't speak, just nodded. She sat next to me and began to talk to me. Listening to her talk, I suddenly felt very warm and felt that she was like a sister. After a while, driven by her, we played. I was on the swing, and she pushed me where I could reach the clouds, and then I fell down. Every time I look at the sky, I seem to reach out and touch it, but it is so far away. I played with her for a long time, sitting on the same swing, swinging to the same place within reach, watching her rippling smile and listening to her silvery laughter. Trance is a dream.

For a long time, the bell rang and we walked to the classroom together. When I walked to the door of the classroom, I stopped her and blushed and said what I hesitated for a long time: "Can I be your good friend forever?" She looked at me and nodded with a smile. I suddenly feel that it is not difficult to talk to others, and no one will care about my every word. Then, laughing at me is just my own unnecessary worry. Since then, we have been eating together and doing homework together every day ... but such a day has gone away from us unconsciously, and it is getting farther and farther. We grew up slowly, time changed her and me, and we became strangers to each other.

When I woke up from my memory, I found two little girls sitting on the swing in the playground, just like me and her. A girl pointed at me and said, "That sister is crying!" The other said, "No, can't you see it's raining?" "It's rain, not tears." Listening to their words, I subconsciously touched my cheek and really couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

I turned and left, leaving a footprint and a string of memories, so that she could stay in the deepest part of her memory and bloom the most beautiful flowers!

◆20 1 1 perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination in Shaoyang, Hunan.

A ray of sunshine in winter

Time keeps flowing, running past us and flying over our heads. In the rush years, we will forget and ignore things that we think are unimportant. In fact, many of them are the most important warm and beautiful sunshine in our lives.

Every day, we get up and wash in a hurry. Eat in a hurry, go to school in a hurry, go home in a hurry, and finally rest in a hurry. The endless cycle makes our hearts numb, and we feel that life is a long movie. If you take some time to watch it calmly, you will find that you have neglected many valuable things.

Please look at the kitchen when we wake up in the morning. The white-haired mother was preparing breakfast, but we ignored a figure. Please stop and listen when we go out. My yellow mother is kindly telling us to be careful when going out. It turns out that we ignored a reminder. Although it is only a number and a reminder, what we ignore is the meticulous care of our mother.

When we are unhappy because of our unsatisfactory exam results, we don't cry at our desks. Please look up, a smile is blooming for us. Don't be depressed when we fall down because of the rough road. Please stand up and pat the dust. A pair of friendly hands are about to lift us up. Although it is just a smile and a helping hand, what we ignore is the warmest encouragement from our friends.

Please listen carefully when we accidentally hit a passerby while riding a bicycle. His kind words of "Never mind, pay attention next time" made us very grateful. When our hearts run a red light, a responsible gesture by the traffic coordinator always keeps us away from many dangers. Although it is just a word and a gesture, what we ignore is the most sincere help from others.

If the sadness, complaints and even anger in life are understood as winter, please don't ignore the warm and beautiful things that make us happy, make us strong and move us. These are sunshine that penetrates the cold wind and gives us light, heat and strength. In a hurry, pay more attention and calm, rediscover the warmth and beauty that have been forgotten and ignored, and continue to take the road of life in the future.

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This composition starts from one point and is taken care of from beginning to end. The whole article can not be separated from "a piece of advice" or "meticulous care" The language of the article is very powerful. Don't stick to details, don't get entangled in branches and leaves, giving people a feeling of doing it in one go. The sentence pattern is neat, patchwork and full of passion, which can win the favor of marking teachers.

◆20 1 1 full mark composition for Guiyang senior high school entrance examination

Composition title: To tell the truth, I am also _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

To tell you the truth, I love your father too:

Hello! I haven't talked to you for a long time. Today, I decided to write down my heart and let you have a look.

Dad, you know, after junior high school, whenever I see an article praising my father's love, I despise it. I can really feel maternal love, but I haven't felt fatherly love for a long time. In recent memory, it is my mother who loves me and takes good care of me. And dad, besides being unkempt all day, bearded and clumsy, you still have a cold face all day. Even sometimes when you try to do something for you, you either object or ignore it. What's more, he criticized my practice.

It was a few days before Father's Day. Several friends in the class got together to discuss how to surprise dad, and finally we decided to buy a present for dad. I am very reluctant to do so. Because I think even if I do, I think I won't get your smile. This is not the first time. But in the end I decided to buy a fishing rod.

I know you have a hobby of fishing. I remember the happiest thing when I was a child was to go fishing with you. At that time, your face was full of sunshine. Every time I see you catch fish, my heart is full of joy. Seeing more and more fish in the bucket, I became more and more excited. I will choose my favorite fish to raise and play. The rest, naturally processed into delicious food by my mother, hit the greedy worm in my stomach.

When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, my grandmother left after a serious illness, which made you look a different person. From then on, you got up early and worked harder. I see all this in my eyes, and I love you from my heart. It's just that what I can't stand is your incomprehension.

On that day, I bought you a cheaper fishing rod with the pocket money I had accumulated for a long time. I just hope my you can be as full of sunshine as before. I have been thinking nervously about how to say my blessing to you all the way. But when I got home, I found that you hadn't come yet. I know you are still working outside. I'm relieved. After supper, I am doing my homework. I heard you were back. I hurried out. I want to tell you what I am thinking, so that you can pay more attention to your health. I see you still look tired. I suddenly took out my gift and said, "Today is Father's Day. This is a gift I bought for you." I saw a glimmer of light in your eyes, which made me move. But then there is your serious expression, and your tone seems to be severe with a hint of blame. You said, "Just study hard. You are not allowed to buy anything in the future. " Your cold voice is a cruel blow to me. Although before that, I had thought that I might receive such courtesy. But at that moment, I still couldn't help crying.

In a vague dream, I heard what you said to your mother, which contained deep remorse. You said you knew your daughter had grown up and loved her father. Hearing this, my heart is warm. Dad, a lot of times, I don't understand you either. In the days to come, I won't be willful any more, and my daughter will work hard! Dad, I know you have done a lot for me and this family, but there is nothing I can do. I only hope that your heart is full of sunshine and that you can be happy!

Finally, I wish my father's face will always be full of sunshine! Dad, I just want you to know that I love you.

Love your daughter!

◆20 1 1 perfect composition for Suzhou senior high school entrance examination

Composition topic: There are also scenery in familiar places.

The morning breeze blows gently, and the branches show dew. Ah, another foggy day. The fog in my hometown is not so thick and beautiful as the fog in Emei Mountain, nor so strange and unpredictable as the fog in Huangshan Mountain, but what I appreciate most is the fog in my hometown.

My hometown is at the foot of Huiji Mountain, among the mountains. There are many mountains. The fog here has its unique charm.

The fog in my hometown is beautiful and simple. Is it as white as Xue Rui? It didn't. The white is slightly gray and the white is blue, which is much better than the white snow. Yes, the dense fog sleeps between the green hills and the beautiful waters, drawing the aura of vegetation in the mountains. Don't dress up more beautifully? This kind of white fog is only found in the countryside, and it is difficult for any painter to adjust it. The fog in my hometown is natural and sincere. I really want to hold it in my hand, even in my arms, dye it on drawing paper and enjoy it from time to time.

The fog in my hometown is deep and pure, not as oily as the fog in the city. It's cute. Although pedestrians can only hear voices a few steps apart, they can't see people. Breathe a little fog and be cool. We went to school with our schoolbags on our backs, and the fog floated on my forehead and kissed me. I can't avoid it. This affectionate woman, have you exaggerated your enthusiasm and hospitality? Looking around, it's foggy. Maybe some people will feel depressed and can't see the rolling peaks and lush bamboo, but I don't care.

The dense fog is changing, turning into a cool breeze for a while, and turning into a small dewdrop for a while, sticking to my hair tips and eyelashes. I close my eyes gently, and the cool feeling makes people relaxed and happy. After the baptism of fog, there seems to be tears in my eyes.

The fog in my hometown is so soft. As tough as white clouds, the scissors keep pulling. Gently spread it on the grass. The grass really loves Sister Wu and sucks the sweet juice heartily.

The sun rises and the fog dissipates. A red sun hung high in the air, and mountains, peaks and trees gradually appeared in outline. The mountains and rivers washed by fog are full of vitality. The dying dead wood seems to be nourished and has a free and easy life.

The fog in my hometown is kind and warm. I love the fog in my hometown. It's really memorable.

Comments: It is more appropriate to describe this article with "exquisiteness": First, the structure is exquisite. The article begins with the unique charm of white, thick, changeable and soft fog, and ends with "I really miss it", which is neat and neat. Second, the use of beautiful and neat short sentences makes this article more suitable for reciting. Reciting these words over and over again makes me feel like a fog with a soul.

◆20 1 1 Full marks in the senior high school entrance examination in Weihai, Shandong Province.

Touched my eyes.

Sunshine swept the long river of time, leaving traces on the shell of memory; The waves rolled and washed, the real gold slowly sank, and the sun finally reflected the expression of people in the long river.

Concentrated eyes

"Liu Xiang ... Liu Xiang ..." The cheers on the field are getting higher and higher. Standing at the starting line, Liu Xiang didn't seem to hear it. He was absorbed in his preparations. A government official patted him on the shoulder and said something. Liu Xiang didn't respond and didn't look up at others. Seeing this, I couldn't help sweating for him in front of the TV: "Is Liu Xiang in a bad state today?"

The starting gun rang, and Liu Xiang rushed out like an arrow, struggling across the railing, his eyes focused like an eagle. Finally, "12.88", Liu Xiang broke the world record!

After the game, the reporter interviewed Liu Xiang: "Do you know that someone is going to catch up with you when you are hurdling?" Liu Xiang smiled: "During the race, I only saw the finish line."

Lock on to the target and concentrate. Only concentration can defeat the enemy. I admire the spirit of Liu Xiang, the flying man, and I am even more moved by his focused eyes.

◆20 1 1 Composition for Senior High School Entrance Examination in Nantong, Jiangsu Province

At that moment, my world blossomed in spring.

I remember it was very cold that day, but at that moment, the world was full of flowers.

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It's winter again. As the south china agriculture proverb "1929 don't shoot", the sun is covered with plastic wrap. Although it ran desperately from east to west, it didn't leave us a trace of heat. The wind is really annoying, cold and pervasive. It seems that as long as you open your mouth, even your stomach will be full of biting cold. All day, I sat in my seat almost motionless, like a squirrel, waiting for time to slip through my fingers. "I hope it will not be so cold tomorrow!" This is the only idea in my heart.

Outside the window, the strong wind stirred the sunset, and it always laughed wildly with the glass. Night, suddenly arrival.

Finally, after school, I subconsciously wrapped my clothes, and then I got up the courage to step out of the classroom door. The chill of extinction came with the relentless wind, and I staggered and couldn't stop fighting the cold war. I dare not run. If I run away, it will leave a chance for the wind, so I can only choose guerrilla warfare.

Move down the stairs, frown and consider taking two more steps to buy a steamed stuffed bun to warm your stomach. Seeing the lively scene in the snack bar, "Why are there so many people?" The street lamp at the school gate was turned on long ago, and the dim light slipped into the door, cutting the dark space feebly, as if the light was frozen by the damn cold. You can vaguely see the gray dust under the light, dragged from the ground by the cold wind, sometimes whipped and sometimes pushed, and the helpless dust can only sob in a low voice behind the cold wind. Suddenly, the wind yanked at the sleeves, the dust fell to the ground, and some innocent dots bumped into a familiar figure.

Dad! I cheered, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I was choked by the cold wind and stuck in my throat: ... cough, cough, cough. ...

"Is it cold?" Dad wrapped me in a down jacket. "Are you cold?"

I almost burst into tears and couldn't say a word, so I shook my head. After a while, I spit out a few words in a hoarse voice: "Choke!"

I tried to zip up my clothes, but I couldn't get it up after groping for a long time. My father helped me sew the edge of the candle down jacket with his left hand and asked me to pull it with both hands, but the other hand refused to take it out. It's cold! My hands froze in an instant, leaving only the feeling of cold, which has been cold to my body.

Finally, I successfully zipped up, but there was a trace of dissatisfaction and complaint in my heart-complaining that my father didn't help me, which made my hands cold!

I lowered my head and pursed my lips. My father was still helping me turn over my collar with his left hand and accidentally touched the back of my neck. I can't help shrinking my head. My father's hands are like ice. I froze and felt very sad. Who is not cold? Why am I so selfish?

"Dad …" I was about to speak when my father interrupted me. He unzipped his chest, carefully took out a lunch box from his arms and took out his right hand, which had never appeared before. He protected the lunch box and put it in my hand. He said coquetry, "You went home to eat noodles on Friday and didn't sell them. You didn't eat at home on Saturday and Sunday, and I knew you were unhappy, so let me send you ... it's so cold, and the noodles are quite warm. I'm afraid it will hurt my stomach. " Before I could answer, he sent me to the dormitory and told me, "Don't kick the quilt when sleeping at night, eat hot noodles, and don't drink cold water when your stomach is bad ..." The bon voyage was blocked. ...

Dad looked at me upstairs and looked uneasy. I watched him turn around and go home, and the short figure in the dark looked so thin. I walked to the corner of the stairs with my lunch box in my arms. When my father was not around, the wind proudly surrounded me and roared in my ear. However, I don't feel how cold it is. I just feel that my world has blossomed in a certain moment. There is a warm sense of happiness coming from the lunch box in my arms, which is full of the temperature that mom and dad love. This love is enough to make my world turn from deep winter to midsummer in one second.

I don't remember what day it was, and I don't remember what noodles taste like. I only remember one winter day, when the immortal cold was boiling around, but my world was full of spring flowers!

20 10 composition of full marks in Changsha city, Hunan province

Your enthusiasm made me remember you.

My flower of life blooms quietly because of the bright sunshine, and my tree of life thrives because of the bright sunshine.

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You are warm, vigorous, bright and brilliant sunshine!

In the morning, I opened the curtains, and you came face to face in gold. You felt refreshed. I strolled to the balcony, closed my eyes and indulged in breathing the unique fresh air and mellow taste of nature. I unconsciously opened the growth folder in the depths of my memory for more than ten years. Appreciating the clearly visible footprints in front of me and listening to the seemingly distant footsteps, my delicate and sensitive heart once again truly realized the true meaning of happiness in life.

When you were young, you were like the wind.

I vaguely remember that when I was a child, I always wished I had a magic wand and everything could come and go at once. I always fantasize about walking in my own fairy tale kingdom and feeling the unparalleled freedom. You can look for gentle and kind Snow White and innocent and lovely dwarfs, listen to their unforgettable experiences, and share the happiness after eradicating the old witch with them; I can visit Thumbelina. She fascinates me, appreciates her cuteness and talks freely with her.

In the sunny fairy tale world, my life is like a gust of wind, comfortable and carefree, leaving all my troubles behind, and having every minute of happiness like a Smurfs.

Childhood, you are like water.

My childhood was golden. My childhood life and feelings are inexhaustible treasures in my heart and inexhaustible sources of my life. I'm collecting bits and pieces of my childhood with my heart, whether bitter or sweet, I will regard it as a beautiful scenery of life, and then meet new challenges with a more relaxed and chic attitude. Because I deeply know that less accumulation is progress, and lifelong accumulation is genius. Only by unremitting efforts into a trickle can we converge into an unstoppable surge.

Childhood, sunshine is like water, inexhaustible. Sunshine is fair to everyone, but not everyone knows and is good at absorbing sunshine to make themselves grow up healthily. With the sunshine on the road, I have the whole world.

Youth, you are the sky.

Here are the happy dreams and tireless pursuits of peers. Perhaps, sometimes carrying dust all the way, sometimes wrapped in sweat, sometimes covered with scars, and sometimes sowing with tears didn't make us smile. It is conceivable that life is not smooth sailing, and success is not achieved overnight. Life is interesting because of ups and downs, and this struggle process is not lonely, because with sunshine, winter snow will eventually melt quietly and seedlings will eventually grow into towering trees. As long as our hearts are full of sunshine and our sky is always full of positive sunshine, our world will be clear and Wan Li.

Bathed in your enthusiasm, I feel the warmth like a mother's love, full of passion for life, and I don't want to open my eyes for a long time, just like the attachment of sheep to the grassland and the lingering affection of small fish to the stream. Suddenly, I seem to feel that my arms have become beautiful wings. Under your guidance, I flew to the vast sky, flying very high. I know, that is, I want to create my own bright future and paint a bright blueprint for the whole society.

20 10 Full Score Composition for the Senior High School Entrance Examination in Zhuzhou, Hunan Province

Title: I grew up in _ _ _

I grew up in happiness.

Each of us has lived a happy life since childhood, with the love of our parents and the care and care of our grandparents. We are really happy. When I was a child, I went to my grandmother's house to go to kindergarten. My parents were not around, but my grandmother was particularly concerned about me. I can buy whatever I want. It can be said that it is raining because of the wind, but I often make her angry. I remember once, I saw some Datong students learn to play gyro, and I wanted to play, so I asked my grandmother for it. My grandmother was about to take me shopping, but my mother, who just walked in the door, heard it and scolded me. I felt very wronged and began to cry loudly enough to break the glass. This is grandma's distress. She told her mother that if he wanted you, he would buy it for him. Why do you have to make him cry? Mom said: buy him whatever he wants, don't spoil him and leave him alone. Grandpa also came over and said, just buy him one! Mom had no choice but to take me to buy it.

Each of us has lived in happiness since childhood, with the love of our parents and the care and consideration of our grandparents. We were really happy on the road. The wind blows the branches back and forth, as if we were disappointed in me. Birds are chirping in the trees, as if laughing at my ignorance. My mother said to me: I can't ask my grandmother for anything anymore. She is too old to buy something, but you want it. Do you think you did the right thing? I said nothing, and my heart struggled fiercely. Do I want it or not? I'm in a dilemma now. I am ignorant if I want to. If I don't want it, I really want to play. Finally, mom bought it for me. I also smiled happily.

From this incident, we can see how much grandma loves me. I feel very happy. My family is very concerned about me. I also made them angry because I was naughty. I really don't know when I will be blessed. Looking at the homeless children in the street, I feel happier. Grandma loves me so much, but I keep making trouble. She has paid so much for me that she can't bear to buy food, but she will buy me anything I want. Very detailed.

I will study hard, earn a lot of money and let them live a good life in return for their kindness to me.

Now I finally realize that I am really happy! I want to cherish this happiness.

I grew up reading.

When I entered the room, I was greeted by books neatly arranged and beautifully bound on the bookshelf. Open a book at will, and a faint fragrance will pervade the whole room. Yes, it is these books that have accompanied me through thousands of days and nights of growing up. They are thick or thin, profound or simple, but they carry a lot of ideas.

When I was still in kindergarten, I began to read some picture books with pinyin. Looking at those childish and beautiful pictures can always make my ego feel great satisfaction. The first story I read was Wolf. After reading it, I felt a little scared. So, I was good for a long time, afraid that the wolf would eat me if I told a lie.

As time went on, I grew up and began to study in the first grade of primary school. I was fascinated by Yang's fairy tales and campus stories. I started watching Naughty Ma Xiaotiao and fell in love with it. I laughed with Ma Xiaotiao and his three good brothers and felt the bitterness and happiness brought by growing up. Teacher Qin in the article always favors Lu Manman and Ding who study well, and always calls naughty boys to reprimand them, but they never feel indignant. I was deeply moved by the optimism and tolerance of the four boys and began to understand: what is a broad mind and what is true happiness.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have become a sensible and mature girl, and my reading is no longer limited to those funny novels and fairy tales. I picked up world famous books, read classic prose, listened to the master's teachings, and had a heart-to-heart conversation with famous people. After reading Jane Eyre, I understand that no matter how humble, poor and ugly a person is, he has the right to pursue his own success and love. Reading One's Village, I read Liu Liangcheng's deep attachment to his hometown from his deep eyes and was deeply moved by his simple but shocking words. When I was a child, I saw the time when alessa lived. I can't help but feel deeply that people are intrigued, vilified and abused everywhere. I get a lot from these books. They meet together and condense into a color, which goes deep into the blank of my mind. Let my growth be more colorful.

Looking at these books, I smiled faintly. Books, in my life and on my growing road, are like a bright lamp, illuminating my eyes. Years later, I will still remember them. It is they who decorate my growth path with fragrance.

I grew up in my mother's arms.

As the weather gets colder day by day, it gets dark faster than usual. I finally got off the bus, but I had to face a long and dark road. There are always a few birds chirping during the day, but now, even the shadow of the birds is gone, and the moon is hidden behind the clouds. Everything seems to be laughing at me.

After crossing the road, I turned around and vaguely saw my mother standing opposite. The man was wearing thin clothes and his hands were clenched tightly. I went back to the other end, and that was my mother. Her face has turned blue. She must have been standing for a long time. I regret why I didn't notice just now. I took my mother's arm and walked on that road again, and happiness rippled back and forth.

The wind speed seems to have intensified, and my mother and I are shaking. My mother told me that I entered my arms and walked slowly forward. I don't like my present address. There is still a long way to wait after crossing the road, but my mother's company has made me no longer annoying and narrowed the distance between me and my mother.

I can't see my mother's face clearly because the street lamp is very weak. I think she should feel very cold-my mother makes my landlord's hands colder and colder, but for some reason, my heart is getting warmer and warmer.

Finally arrived at the door, looking back, my mother's shadow was so long in the dim light, but my shadow was very small, snuggling in my mother's arms.

At this moment, I seem to have grown up again. There are more and more wrinkles around my mother's eyes, and the silver thread on my mother's head is growing rapidly. Every time my mother laughs, I feel distressed. Obviously, he has been exhausted by a day's work, but he has to pretend to be relaxed when he gets home. I made up my mind not to make my mother tired.

I once again embarked on that long road with my mother. The faint light seems to suddenly light up, pulling my back long, while my mother's shadow is very small, so I hold it in my hand.