Excellent compositions of wanderers

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below is a collection of excellent essays on wanderers that I have compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Excellent Composition of a Wanderer 1

The cold wind is blowing, heavy snow is falling on the ground, it is icy and snowy outside the window, and it is also freezing inside the window. A kerosene lamp, a table, a few quilts, this is me I am a scholar, and I will go to Beijing to take the exam tomorrow. For this reason, my mother is making clothes for me. She is an old man who is over sixty years old. Her temples are already gray, and her face is stained. Full of wrinkles and spots, and a pair of rough hands covered with calluses.

The mother is holding a needle in her hand and threading the thread into the tiny eye of the needle. Maybe it’s because people’s eyesight is hard to use when they are old. When threading the needle, the eyes narrow into a line. Is that okay? It was easy for her to thread the needle, and then sewed carefully. Maybe it was because my mother was afraid that I would not come back after I left. Today, she made this dress very carefully, and the stitches were densely sewn. I was I was reading a book, and my mother said, "Son! Go to sleep!" I went to sleep. The night was extremely quiet, and I could only hear the snowflakes falling continuously. I don't know how long it took, but I was awakened by a crunching sound, and I put on my clothes. I put on my clothes and shoes and got up. The light in my mother's room was still on. I peeked out of the window and saw that my mother was still making clothes for me. Her haggard face made my heart feel like needles. Like a thorn, when I saw this scene, I chanted:

The thread in the hands of the loving mother,

The clothes on the wanderer's body.

Before leaving, there is a tight gap,

I fear that I will return later.

Then I walked into the kitchen and cooked a bowl of soup for my mother. I carried the soup into my mother’s room and said, "Mom, I made you a bowl of soup. Come and drink it." "Okay." But no matter what I said, my mother wouldn't drink. She asked me to drink, so neither of us drank.

It was still snowing heavily behind the window, and it was extremely warm inside. Excellent Composition of a Wanderer 2

One happened between a wanderer and his mother. The wanderer left his hometown after his period of visiting relatives expired, and his mother sent him to the station. At the station, the strap of my son's travel bag was squeezed and broken. Seeing that it was almost time to leave, the mother hurriedly took off her belt and bandaged her son for the trip. When she unbuttoned her trousers, her face turned red due to her haste and exertion. The son asked his mother how to get home? Mother said, it doesn't matter, just walk slowly. For many years, the son has kept his mother's belt close to him. For years, my son had wondered how his mother walked back home several miles away without a belt.

Another story happened between a prisoner and his mother. On the day of visiting the prison, a mother from a poor mountainous area visited her son who was serving his sentence after traveling by donkey cart, car and train. Among the colorful items brought by the prison visitors, the old mother took out sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. The sunflower seeds have been fried, and the old mother has eaten them all. There is no skin, and the white flowers are like densely packed bird tongues.

The son who was serving his sentence took the pile of sunflower seeds and his hands began to shake. The mother was also speechless and lifted up her clothes to wipe away her tears. She traveled thousands of miles to visit her son, sold eggs and piglets, and had to save a lot of money to pay for the trip. Before coming, after working hard during the day, she ate melon seeds under a kerosene lamp at night. Put the eaten melon seeds and meat together, they look like a small mountain growing little by little, and I don't want to eat a single one. I ate more than ten kilograms of melon seeds for many nights. The son who was serving his sentence lowered his head. As a strong young man, it was time to support his mother, but he could not.

Of all the visitors, his mother's clothes were the most ragged. The melon seeds my mother chewed contained a thousand words. The son knelt down to his mother and confessed.

Once, a friend of the same age who had just gotten married complained to me about my mother, saying that she was uneducated and open-minded, that she could not do anything and loved to nag. So, I told him these two stories. After listening, his eyes were filled with tears and he was speechless for a long time. Excellent composition of Youzi 3

The love between Youzi and his hometown is like the umbilical cord connecting a baby to his mother.

Most people think that the first cry of a baby is caused by air pressure. I think there should also be changes in the environment, air, moisture, temperature and other factors. A weak life is not adaptable to a strange environment and does not accept the cry of resistance; a wanderer who wants to leave his hometown is like cutting the umbilical cord between a baby and his mother. What the baby cuts is the channel for transporting materials; it is the nerves and cells. As for the wanderer, what he cuts off are the houses in his hometown that are inextricably linked to him, every plant and tree, family and friends; he has to let go, and he has to let go all at once; there will be pain deeper than nerves and cells, then This loneliness, loneliness, and sadness are the lingering melancholy. If a baby's departure from the mother's body is the first separation in life, then the wanderer's first journey is the second journey with pain and tears. That kind of pain is long-lasting and is a sign of people's adaptation to changes in the external environment. The first bigger challenge. Unfamiliar environment, language, culture, climate, etc. come from all aspects and have a huge impact on the heart. Only those who have experienced it can truly understand the feeling.

The attachment to hometown is the most beautiful and splendid dream of every wanderer; it is the beautiful rainbow that most reminds him to look back and talk about it with joy.

If time can indifference memories, it is indifference to the film that can or should be blurred. What cannot be forgotten is the unforgettable fragments that leave deep imprints in the ravines of the brain; what cannot be forgotten is this A piece of hot land; this piece of hot land that has raised me; its roots have been deeply buried in this land, absorbing the water and nutrients here, and can never be let go. The fallen leaves returning to their roots are the fallen leaves’ attachment to their homeland; it is the eternal dream of every wanderer.