Write a background description essay

1. Please write an essay with the title "Background" of about 600 words

I have read Zhu Ziqing's "Back View", maybe because I am still young and cannot really understand it. What did his father's back leave to Zhu Ziqing? He just felt a little sour and astringent. But one thing made me understand Zhu Ziqing's endless and indescribable feelings, and that was the back of my mother...

My mother is an ordinary but great mother. My mother wakes up early every day and is busy with housework and taking care of things in the factory. Usually I have lunch at school, but recently, I have a stomach bug, so my mother comes to pick me up at noon every day. Go home for dinner. This undoubtedly added to the burden on my mother. It was a winter with heavy rain, cold weather and heavy rain. I stood shivering at the school gate waiting for my mother to pick me up. The test papers were handed out in the morning, and my usually good results were changed this time. There is a huge contrast. The teacher also talked to me in the morning. In fact, I have tried my best, but how could I get such a score? This morning, the sky is gray and my heart is gray. Now, I just hope to see you soon. I went to my mother so that I could complain to my mother, but time passed by minute by second. I should have been here long ago, but my mother? It was almost 12 o'clock. Other students were taken home by their parents one after another. The students who had lunch at school were also full. The more I waited, the more anxious I became. The more I waited, the more disappointed I became. Tears fell down. Right here. At that time, the teacher came to me and told me that my grandpa was sick and was getting an intravenous drip in the hospital. My mother told me to eat at school first. When I heard this, I was very angry. She knew that I had a bad stomach and she still asked me to eat at school. If I really couldn't leave. I should have called earlier to tell me why I was kept waiting for so long, not to mention on such a cold day. I felt so wronged and tears welled up in my eyes. I was so angry that I didn't even eat lunch.

It’s already the end of the first class in the afternoon. It’s raining harder outside, and it seems to be colder than in the morning. The feeling of anger is really uncomfortable. I haven’t eaten at noon, and my stomach starts to growl. I was really cold and hungry. I started to feel that I was a little too much at noon. In fact, it was not my mother's fault. I was thinking, "Hey, your mother is waiting for you outside! Go quickly!" The table shouted to me. Is this true? Oh my god, it was so cold outside. I ran out in a hurry, and a familiar figure appeared in my sight. It was really my mother. I saw that her entire trouser legs were wet. She was holding an umbrella in one hand and a lunch box in the other. Her face was so haggard and anxious. All the resentment she had at noon had been thrown away. I completely ignored the opinions and opinions of the teachers and classmates. With eyes wide open, he rushed out of the classroom, threw himself into his mother's arms, and asked gently: "Mom, it's raining and it's so cold, why are you still here?" "I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat at noon, so I bought you the beef fried rice you like. Sit down and eat quickly. "My throat was choked up after listening to my mother's words. I didn't dare to tell her that I hadn't eaten at lunch yet! She took out a box from her bag and said, "Qianqian, it's my mother's fault for not picking you up in time at noon, making you hungry. But my mother really can't leave. Eat quickly, it's still hot." Your father has to ship goods to the factory today, and your grandfather is still in the hospital. I have to leave." Suddenly, my heart felt like I had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. It smelled of everything, but more of regret and self-blame. I raised my head. , then I noticed that my mother’s hands were red and purple from the cold, she didn’t even wear gloves, her face was red from the wind, and the traces of time had climbed up her forehead. I can’t eat anymore, I can’t Take control of yourself and fall into your mother's arms again. In my mother's arms, I cried secretly and shed tears of shame. I didn't let my mother see it and tried my best to hide it. My mother smiled and said, "Eat quickly! The food won't taste good when it's cold! I'm leaving!" I didn't look up, I just said "hmm" and waited until I looked up again. At that time, my mother had already walked out of the school gate, leaving only a back figure for me. The back figure seemed to have many meanings, but more of it was my mother's love for me. I stood there for a long time holding the box lunch, with tears still in my eyes. In the wind, I thought a lot... 2. The background story in the Chinese book (write an essay)`

During the Warring States Period, there were seven big countries, namely Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, and Zhao , Wei and Qin, historically known as the "Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period".

Among these seven countries, Qin is the most powerful. Qin often bullied Zhao.

Once, King Zhao sent Lin Xiangru, a subordinate of a minister, to Qin to negotiate. Lin Xiangru met the King of Qin and won a lot of face for Zhao with his wit and bravery.

When King Qin saw that Zhao had such talents, he no longer dared to underestimate Zhao. King Zhao saw that Lin Xiangru was so capable.

He was first named "Doctor" and then Shangqing (equivalent to the later prime minister). The king of Zhao valued Lin Xiangru so much that he made Lian Po, the general of Zhao, very angry.

He thought: I fought desperately for the State of Zhao, wouldn’t my contribution be as good as Lin Xiangru’s? Lin Xiangru has such great abilities with just one mouth, but his status is higher than mine! The more he thought about it, the more unconvinced he became, and he said angrily: "If I meet Lin Xiangru, I will embarrass him in person and see what he can do to me!" Lian Po's words reached Lin Xiangru's ears. Lin Xiangru immediately ordered his men to be polite and not to quarrel with Lian Po's men in the future.

From now on, when he went out by himself, whenever he heard that Lian Po was coming from behind, he would ask the coachman to drive the carriage into a small alley, and wait for Lian Po to pass before leaving. Lian Po's men were even more complacent when they saw Shang Qing giving in to their master. When they saw Lin Xiangru's men, they laughed at them.

Lin Xiangru’s men couldn’t stand this anger, so they said to Lin Xiangru: “Your status is higher than General Lian’s. He scolded you, but you avoided him and gave in to him. The more he refused to let you go. In our eyes, we can't stand it." Lin Xiangru asked them calmly: "Who is more powerful than General Lian?" Everyone said, "Of course King Qin is more powerful."

Lin Xiangru said: "That's right! I'm not afraid when I see the King of Qin. Am I still afraid of General Lian? You know, the Qin State does not dare to attack Zhao State now because the civil servants and military generals in the country are of the same mind. The two of us are like two people. If two tigers fight, one of them will inevitably be injured or even die. This will give Qin a good opportunity to attack Zhao.

Think about it, national affairs. What's more important, or is personal dignity more important?" Lin Xiangru's men were very moved after hearing these words. When they saw Lian Po's men in the future, they were cautious and always let them go. Lin Xiangru's words later reached Lian Po's ears.

Lian Po was extremely ashamed. He took off one sleeve, exposed his shoulder, carried a thorn stick on his back, and went straight to Lin Xiangru's house.

Lin Xiangru hurriedly came out to greet Lian Po. Lian Po knelt down in front of Lin Xiangru, holding a thorn stick in his hands, and asked Lin Xiangru to whip him.

Lin Xiangru threw the thorns on the ground, hurriedly helped Lian Po up with both hands, dressed him, took his hand and asked him to sit down. Lin Xiangru and Lian Po became very good friends from then on.

These two people, both civil and military, worked together to serve the country, so Qin did not dare to bully Zhao. "Bearing under a thorn to apologize" has become an idiom, which means to apologize to others and admit mistakes.

During the Warring States Period, the Qin State was the strongest and often attacked other countries. Once, King Zhao got a priceless treasure called He's Bi.

King Qin knew about it, so he wrote a letter to King Zhao, saying that he was willing to exchange fifteen cities for this piece of bi. King Zhao was very anxious after receiving the letter and immediately summoned the ministers to discuss it.

Everyone said that the King of Qin just wanted to deceive He Shibi and could not be fooled. However, he refused because he was afraid that he would send troops to attack. When he was in trouble, someone said that there was Lin Xiangru, who was brave and resourceful and might be able to solve this problem.

The king of Zhao called Lin Xiangru and asked him what to do. Lin Xiangru thought for a while and said: "I am willing to take He's Bi to Qin.

If the King of Qin really offers fifteen cities in exchange, I will give the Bi to him; if he doesn't If you are willing to hand over fifteen cities, I will definitely send the bi back. At that time, Qin will be defeated and there will be no reason to send troops."

King Zhao and his ministers had no other choice but to send Lin Xiangru to lead them. He took He's jade to the state of Qin. Lin Xiangru arrived in Qin State, went to the palace to see the King of Qin, and presented He's Bi.

The King of Qin held the jade in both hands and praised it while looking at it. He never mentioned the fifteen cities. Lin Xiangru saw this situation and knew that King Qin was not sincere in exchanging the city for the jade, so he stepped forward and said, "There is something wrong with this piece of jade. Let me point it out to you."

King Qin heard this. As soon as he said it, he handed He's Bi to Lin Xiangru. Lin Xiangru held the bi, took a few steps back, and stood leaning against the pillar.

He said confidently: "I don't think you want to hand over the fifteen cities. The jade is in my hand now. If you force me, my head and the jade will be smashed on this pillar." !" As he said this, he raised the Heshi Bi and was about to hit it against the pillar.

The King of Qin was afraid that he would smash the jade into pieces, so he quickly said that everything was easy to discuss, and asked someone to take out a map and show him the fifteen cities that had been promised to be assigned to Zhao. Lin Xiangru said that He's Bi was a priceless treasure and a grand ceremony would be held before he would hand it over.

The King of Qin had no choice but to agree with him on a date for the ceremony. Lin Xiangru knew that the King of Qin had no sincerity in exchanging the city for the jade. As soon as he returned to the hotel, he asked his men to disguise themselves and take the Heshi Bi back to Zhao via a small road.

On the day of the ceremony, Lin Xiangru went to the palace to see the King of Qin and said generously: "He's Bi has been sent back to the State of Zhao. If you are sincere, please send the fifteen cities first Give it to our country, and our country will send someone to deliver it immediately, and we will never break our promise.

Otherwise, it will be useless for you to kill me. Everyone in the world knows that Qin never talks about his word! There was no choice but to politely send Lin Xiangru back to Zhao. This is the story of "the perfect jade returned to Zhao".

Lin Xiangru made great contributions, and King Zhao made him a doctor. A few years later, King Qin asked King Zhao to meet him in Mianchi.

King Zhao and his ministers discussed and said: "Go, for fear of danger; don't go, it will be too timid." Lin Xiangru thought that he could not show weakness to King Qin and it was better to go, so King Zhao decided to leave and let him go. Lin Xiangru accompanied him.

General Lian Po led his army and sent them to the border, ready to resist the Qin soldiers. King Zhao arrived at Mianchi and met with King Qin.

The King of Qin asked the King of Zhao to play the harp. King Zhao couldn't refuse, so he insisted for a while.

The King of Qin asked someone to record it, saying that at the Mianchi meeting, King Zhao played the harp for the King of Qin. Lin Xiangru was very angry when he saw King Qin insulting King Zhao like this.

He walked up to King Qin and said, "Please strike the fou for King Zhao." King Qin refused.

Lin Xiangru asked again, but King Qin still refused. Lin Xiangru said: ". 3. Write a composition based on the back.

I am very afraid of looking at the back, because it is always so silent. If you follow the back forward, you can see everything, but you can't see the thing you care about. The back, where the eyes fall. Then he will look away unscrupulously, until the back suddenly turns around, his expression immediately calms down, but in fact he is panicked; he is afraid that a very unfamiliar face will suddenly appear in front of him.

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The back figure I saw most when I was a child seemed to be my father. My father would always walk in front of us on many occasions. Of course, if he walked behind me, he would not be in sight. I don’t have any impression; but in middle school texts and other reading materials, the figure of my father appears repeatedly, showing kindness and tolerance.

When I grow up, I often don’t mention it when reading. I don’t like to bring an umbrella. In fact, in the mountain climate of my hometown, it rains frequently. When it rains, it doesn’t stop for a few minutes like in Xiamen. I think the reason why I don’t bring an umbrella at that time is. The umbrellas at home were very heavy and very long. I was very short at the time. When I was in fifth grade, I couldn’t open a long umbrella in front of the teaching building. They laughed. Fifteen years later, I met this girl again on a small street in my hometown. She was married and her appearance had changed, but I still remembered the way she held her umbrella open and her slim figure, even though I was taller than her now. A lot. I don’t remember if I decided not to carry an umbrella anymore.

My father would give me an umbrella when it rained. I was still very afraid of him, and the more I was afraid, the more I wished it wasn’t him. Come to send me an umbrella, but this is impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and my home is between my mother’s school and my school. My mother cannot take a long way to see me off, especially when I insist on not taking it with me when I go out. I have said it before, bring an umbrella when you are sunny and bring food when you are hungry. Then I took the umbrella silently and walked behind.

I think I walked on purpose. In the back. My father noticed that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down even more. In this way, I could see his back from behind.

Sometimes, I would see the rain drifting towards me. The umbrella was not held up properly, so my clothes were stained a little. Another time, my father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the road. I told them that my father and I could hold an umbrella. Without looking back, I walked ahead in the rain. I called out to Dad, but maybe the rain was so loud that Dad didn’t hear me.

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When walking alone, I would bury my head but not. Meditation. Why do you keep your head down when you are cut off by others?

Too often, I just want to walk silently and not speak, if I really like the people traveling around me. My walking pace suddenly slowed down, and I would often see other people's backs inadvertently.

What I saw at this time was either silent, irrelevant, or something that could be understood at a glance. The same back view occupies too much of the screen, but cannot be seen through.

Two different people would walk at random.

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I once dreamed of the figure turning back in my dream. The unfamiliar face seemed like a lifetime ago, and for a moment it felt like the world had been hollowed out, leaving only a pale body. When I woke up, I was glad that such an expression had only appeared once in my dream and never in reality.

In reality, at most it is distance, near and far. It's like walking with your back in the traffic. If you want to keep up or hold you back, you will be blocked by the traffic. Fortunately, they were not so far away from each other, and the turn from the opposite side was missed by the same shoulder.

Would you rather just look at the back? 4. Write a 600-word essay imitating the back.

"Back" was written by the modern writer Zhu Ziqing (1898-1948) in 1925 A retrospective essay. This prose describes the situation when the author left Nanjing to go to Peking University. His father took him to Pukou Railway Station, took care of him on the train, and bought oranges for him. What impressed me most deeply in the author's mind was his father's back as he climbed up and down the platform while buying oranges for him.

The author uses simple words to express the father's love for his children in a profound, delicate and sincere way, and shows the father's care and love from ordinary events. The imitation is as follows:

In other articles, I always call him dad, but today, I call him father.

My father is a worker, just a very ordinary worker, but he is different from other workers. My father loves to work and seems to want to complete all the work by himself. Perhaps due to his efforts, his father's position changed, from a worker at the beginning to a monitor, vice captain, and captain.

With the transfer of positions, my father's rest time also became shorter, from two days a week to one day a week, and then no day off at all.

When the work unit went for a physical examination, my father just filled out the form and handed it in. He didn't have time to check it out.

My father is back from work. This time he can take three consecutive days of leave. For my father who never takes a day off a week, these three days of leave are as long as my summer vacation. I'm so happy that I can finally spend a few days with him. Usually he would go out before I woke up, and he wouldn't come back until I was already asleep. I haven't really looked at him for a long time.

When my father stepped into the house, I found that he was darker and thinner. He must be exhausted from work. When he saw me, he said: "Son, I always look at you when you are sleeping." Look at you, you have grown so much this year!" My father's voice was hoarse and not as loud as before.

After dinner, my father and I went to play basketball. On the way I asked him: "Dad, where is the work?" I thought for a while and asked: "Is it going well there?" Good luck, don't you see I'm healthy and happy?" Dad replied.

While playing basketball, my father turned around and then made a jump shot. I saw my father’s back behind him. His back was a little hunched and he looked a little old. Before I could see clearly, the setting sun took away the afterglow. Maybe the setting sun was afraid that I would be too sad and left.

On the way home, an old classmate of my father walked in front of me. They chatted, and the moonlight opened up again and illuminated my father's back with its light.

"Dad", I usually call him that, but now it seems that my father is indeed old. In the past, he had a straight back and always joked with me humorously.

The back view at this time reflected the dignity of a man, which belonged to my father. He was majestic, heroic, and full of passion. Just as my father usually taught me: "A good man has his ambitions in all directions. Son, go and Fight, fight!"

My father's back has different meanings, but they are all the embodiment of deep father's love. My father's back that day will always be reflected in my mind.

Extended information

Creative background

In 1917, the author's grandmother passed away, and his father's job as director of the Xuzhou Tobacco and Liquor Sales Bureau was also handed over. After the funeral, father and son went to Nanjing together. His father sent the author on the train to go north. The author was 20 years old that year.

On that specific occasion, the father's care, consideration and love for his son moved his son deeply. This impression will last forever, and a few years later, when he thought of that figure from behind, his father's shadow appeared. "In the crystal tears", people cannot forget it. In 1925, the author felt deeply about world affairs and wrote this article.

Influence of the work

This prose, through a unique approach, reflects the relationship between people when the ice water of old moral concepts recedes—— Especially the awakening of the most sincere and touching family relationship between father and son. In the face of this awakening, people possess and express their feelings as a real person for the first time.

This is also the revolutionary historical content and ideological significance contained in the article. Its publication not only enhanced Zhu Ziqing's status in the history of prose, but also made people compete to imitate his sincere, calm and dilute prose style. 5. Write an essay about scene description 400

Essay about scene description

The annual Spring Festival is coming again, and every child must be eagerly looking forward to it. There are some things you like during the Spring Festival! For example: receiving New Year's money from elders, shopping around to buy new clothes, visiting relatives' houses to pay New Year greetings, going on trips, etc. My favorite thing is to set off firecrackers and fireworks.

Every Chinese New Year, I would pester my father to take me to set off firecrackers. Now we can’t set off firecrackers in the city, so my father had to take me to the suburbs to set off firecrackers. Every time we buy many different kinds of firecrackers and fireworks.

We stuck the firecrackers in the soil and lit the fuses with incense. I covered my ears tightly with both hands, hid behind the adults, poked half of my head out, looked at the burning fuses, and thought to myself. : Should I let go of my hand and jump forward to act brave, or should I act as scared as I am now? While I was still hesitating, the firecrackers exploded with a "bang". Suddenly, confetti scattered, dust flew, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. . I also screamed with joy!

Of course, the most spectacular thing is the fireworks set off at night. Some fireworks are placed in the sky like a blooming chrysanthemum, and some fireworks are placed in the sky first as a small circle, and then enlarged like water waves, and the color of each circle is different! Some fireworks were put into the sky and scattered like a fountain. .. Various colorful fireworks are intertwined, one after another, colorful, dressing up the night sky like a palace with bright lights, very beautiful. .

Looking at the fireworks in the sky and listening to the crackling of firecrackers everywhere, the lively New Year is here again! 6. An essay about scene description

Scene description refers to the description of life scenes centered on the activities of characters within a specific time and place. Scene description is generally composed of "people", "things" and "situations". It is the basic unit of narrative works and the main means of depicting characters, developing plots and expressing themes.

Scene description is divided according to the description object, including character activity scenes and situational atmosphere scenes; according to the description space, there are panoramic scenes and close-up scenes.

Appreciation of wonderful scenes

(1) Old Sun turned over and rode on the bare back of his horse. The pony had never been ridden before, and it was running around in the field. Old Sun was pulling its neatly cut mane...

The pony was jumping wildly, jumping more and more. The higher you go, the more vigorous you jump. The two hind hooves kicked back hard, kicking up the snow on the ground. Lao Suntou stopped talking and grabbed his mane with both hands. He was so frightened that the corners of his face turned as white as window paper. The horse galloped around the field, and even dozens of people couldn't stop it. In the end, it threw Old Sun's head to the ground. It rushed out of the crowd, ran out of the school, and ran away quickly toward the rural road. Guo Quanhai hurriedly untied the green horse from the pillar, turned over and mounted it, and drove away the jade eyes. Here, Lao Sun fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. People around him laughed endlessly. "Split Horses"

(2) As soon as they passed the archway, a noisy sound of people mixed with the sound of machines and trumpets rushed towards them, and the entire construction site behind the dam was revealed in front of them. This is a huge labor scene: a tall and neat "ridge" connects the two hills together, and a python-like winch lies on the dam. The sand, soil and stones seem to have grown legs and automatically flow to the top of the dam. superior. There were people everywhere above and below the dam, and cars and bulldozers were running in a hurry. . The general looked around as he walked. He was deeply moved by the labor scene. "Ordinary Laborers"

(3) The car came, but before it stopped, a few young people used their strength to occupy a favorable position and squeezed straight into the car. Several young men with nimble hands and feet jumped left and right like monkeys, jumped up with a "swish" sound, and blocked the car door. A large number of people are crowding in desperately, and I can see white hands, bronze hands, rough hands, and soft hands, instinctively reaching forward and waving instinctively, hoping to grab the car door. The "One-Eyed Dragon" may have been on the "battlefield" for a long time and took the lead. The moment the car door opened, he grabbed the armrest on the door with his right hand, jumped up, and was already standing on the door pedal. He violently pulled away the people who were reluctant to get off the car with his left hand, and stepped back with his right foot. He kicked off, quickly lifted his left foot up, and with the support of the crowd behind him, he finally got into the car as he wished. As soon as a fat lady's thick and short right leg stepped onto the car steps, she kept pushing her left foot out. She twisted her fat body with all her strength, and held on desperately with a pair of bloated hands. Door armrests. No matter how hard she tried, her *** was still squeezed hard by the car door, which was so painful that she screamed "Oh my god!" Squeezing in the car was really a battle of different pursuits!

"Traffic Crowd"

(4) "Du, du, du." Three crisp whistles broke the silence of the entire valley and woke me up from my dream. .It’s three sounds! Emergency gathering! At this moment, the barracks we live in are "exploding". "Hey, where are my clothes?" "Flashlight, take a picture quickly!" "What time is it now? I haven't slept well yet!" "Don't be wordy, it's only three minutes!"... "Hey, come back, what are you wearing? It's my shoe!" "Wow!" "The bed was kicked" "What are you yelling about? I knocked over the basin!"... At this time, it's not an exaggeration to describe me as an ant on a hot pot. , I finally put on my clothes haphazardly, but I couldn’t put on my backpack, and a layer of sweat broke out on my forehead. I tried tearing it apart, tearing it apart and beating it, but after trying it two or three times, I just couldn't get it right. I panicked and even got my fingers tangled in it, so I finally gritted my teeth and tied up the quilt in various ways, threw it on my shoulder, jumped off the ground, dragged my shoes, and rushed out the door... "Emergency Assembly" 7 . Who asks me to write an essay about my father in the background? Don’t copy Zhu Ziqing’s

My father’s back

My father is an out-and-out farmer. He comes from a well-known brick-tile kiln family. When he was young, he went to a foreign land to make a living, burning bricks and tiles in Pearl Mountain, Wuyuan, Jiangxi Province, where he worked for more than thirty years. I remember when I was six years old, my mother took me all the way to my father’s Wayao base in Jiangxi to visit relatives. I love walking around in the corridors on trains and am very popular among passengers. They all teased me, which was quite interesting. Great memories left.

As we all know, the brick-making profession is a strenuous and tiring job. My father is short and not muscular. There is no big guy like me. Although he is considered the owner of a brick kiln, he still has to do it himself because there are few helpers. My father's family was in a poor family and he had never read a day. He had to ask the cashier for help when he paid the bills. After a miserable year of operation, we can barely maintain the living expenses of a family of seven, which is very difficult.

My father goes out to do brick and tile business every year in order to make a living. I only go home once during the Chinese New Year. So, I saw very little of him. When we were together, because the cultural gap was too big, we didn't speak the same language. Nothing to say. Only when I saw the slightly hunched figure and the body sickened by overwork, my soul was shaken. Thinking about myself, I was afraid of hardship and tiredness when working, and I couldn't bear it; but my father was so tired that he could barely support this suffering family. I had a guilty conscience. In order to live up to my father's ardent expectations, I ignored worldly affairs and immersed myself in reading. Children from farm families can only find a way out by studying.

My father has never been away from labor in his life. Even though he is over seventy years old, he is still active in the fields and working non-stop. Every time I go home, my father’s weathered face looks even more aged. My heart aches.

I advised him that you are not in good health and should rest. In particular, chronic bronchitis in the elderly troubled him, and he was hospitalized whenever he caught a cold. After more than thirty years of smoking, I finally quit after being persuaded repeatedly. As soon as the cigarette stopped, my father felt much better. I'm happy for it. I am a doctor who provides health care services to others. This time, I prescribed a unique prescription for smoking cessation for my father, and it was effective. I couldn't describe my joy in words. It was more satisfying than dealing with a large number of dog injuries. Unfortunately, due to work reasons, we have not been together for a long time and live in two places. I don't have time to take care of my old and sick father, and I feel very ashamed. In the winter of 1996, an unfortunate day. My mother, who had been with my father for thirty-eight years, passed away unexpectedly, which dealt a heavy blow to my father. Overnight, my father aged a lot, as if his life had lost its focus. My father is strong. Years of hard life have tempered his will. No hardships can destroy his faith in life. He was proud of his labor and worked on the golden land in obscurity. What my father gave me was life education, which was more convincing than empty preaching.

During holidays, make a phone call to say peace; send some money or goods to express condolences. My father called me and asked me if my grandson Liwei was doing well in school. How is your family doing? I told them one by one, it was good. He smiled happily. No gift can make an old man happy more than the future of his children.

Today, I am a son and a father, with the elders above me and the young below me, and my responsibilities are heavier than Mount Tai. I felt my father's weak back supporting us. Life is short. I want to follow my father's example and do something real to make my time count. When you get old, you won’t regret doing nothing. Working is joyful. I would like to dedicate this document to my miserable father, and wish him long and healthy life and spend the rest of his life in peace. 8. Write a composition around the back view

Back view

In the dream, I looked up and saw a mist with sunlight pouring in. Through this mist, a blurry back figure appeared in front of me. I can't see clearly, but it seems so cold and distant, yet so kind and warm...

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My mother is an ordinary person, but what she left to me is, It is indeed an extraordinary memory...

My mother, I am very good. From time to time, a few philosophical words will pop up, and sometimes I will post a few life reflections in QQ space. But when I made a mistake, she gave me a silent scolding and cold figure...

Last week, my mother had a talk with the teacher, because my grades have been declining recently. The teacher was very dissatisfied. After my mother came out of the office, she looked at me coldly. I suddenly felt a chill in my heart. She scolded me in a low voice. I remained silent. I saw a look of disappointment in my mother's eyes. Then he turned around and left decisively. Unintentionally, tears welled up in his eyes and fell to the ground. Outside the window, it was getting late, and the only sound was the sound of high heels on the ground. I followed my mother silently, with tears streaming down my face. When I raised my eyes, all I saw was her cold back and her lonely reflection under the light...

And sometimes my mother's back is also disturbing. I'm so warm.

Every time I go to the mall, my mother picks here and there to choose clothes for me, always with a faint smile on her lips. When I went home in the evening, my mother walked in front carrying big and small bags, and the belongings followed. When I looked up, I saw the afterglow of the sunset falling on my mother, gently and warmly. Under the light beam, the dust was naughty. Jumping briskly on mother's body. At that time, my mother's back was so warm.

Every time I see this figure, sometimes I can't help but regret the mistakes I have made.

My mother is such an ordinary person, and what she left to me is always that infinitely cold yet kind and evocative back view...