The story of me and my umbrella was written in 200 words.

There is a black umbrella in my closet. This seemingly ordinary umbrella contains my mother's pure and deep love for me …

I remember it was when I was in the third grade. Whenever the bell rings after school, there is an indescribable joy in my heart. That day, as usual. After school, I happily walked to the school pavilion and waited for my mother's arrival.

Unexpectedly, the face of the sky changed as soon as it changed. The clear sky suddenly disappeared, replaced by ugly dark clouds, ruthless lightning and thunder. Suddenly countless raindrops fell from the sky and played their music with the strong wind.

My heart suddenly trembled: my mother must have left me, and I was abandoned by my mother ... So, tears rolled down. After a while, a force supported me. I walked out of the pavilion and the school gate and wandered alone in the street.

Just then, my mother came. She opened her umbrella and came to me to wipe away my tears. In a flash, I seemed to know something and held my mother's big hand tightly with my little hand. On the way, I smiled happily and sweetly.

I watched my mother and learned a lot. ...

You don't need warm words to maintain parent-child relationship. Only practical actions can prove your love. Although all kinds of umbrellas have come out, I always have a soft spot for this black umbrella, whether it is old or broken. ...

Write a composition about 200 words with pens and umbrellas.

My name is pen, and I'm wearing it? Outside? There are two on the hat? Open the pen cap to expose the circle? I don't drink pure nib? , only drink ink? .

Whenever I'm thirsty? Lord? Screw me off and put me in ink? Bottle? Then squeeze hard, I'm full.

? Lord? what's up I draw beautiful pictures and write beautiful words.

Am I right? Lord? Can you help? Yes

what's up Time? Lord? What did I write? Won the first place? Name, can he? Xing, gave me a big kiss. Do you think I'm right? Lord? Do you need any help? Okay, am I? Lord? You have to help? He likes me.

Write a composition of 200 words.

My head teacher's surname is Wu, and her name is Mingzhu.

She teaches us math, and everyone affectionately calls her "Miss Wu".

Teacher Wu has short hair and always has a smile on her mouth, which makes her look very kind.

My head teacher, Mr. Wu, works very hard.

In order to distinguish students' "grades" every time, Mr. Wu really spent a lot of time. As long as you do it right and fairly, Mr. Wu will always award us an "excellent" word.

Teacher Wu is always conscientious and hard-working to us.

I remember once, in math class, I didn't pay attention. The teacher asked me to do my homework, but I couldn't. I made all the mistakes. The teacher asked me to do it again, but the result was wrong. At that time, I regretted not paying attention to the class. At this time, Mr. Wu has been patiently tutoring me by my side until I understand.

I remember I had a terrible stomachache, and I was lying on the table, pale.

Teacher Wu quickly asked her classmates to help me to the school doctor's office.

Unfortunately, the school doctor on duty asked for leave, so I had to cover my stomach and go back to the classroom.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu quickly took me to the office and poured me a glass of water, but I immediately spit it out.

I have no choice but to call my mother to pick me up.

While waiting for my mother, Miss Wu patted my back and wiped my sweat. I waited for a long time, but I didn't see my mother. Teacher Wu said, "Forget it, there is still some time before class begins. Let me take you home! " After that, he helped me home.

On the way, I cried. I secretly made up my mind that in the future, I also want to be a teacher, like Mr. Wu, not only teaching students knowledge, but also caring for them with my love.

Football fans that night, the night was dark and windy, the moon was high in the sky, and the eyes were like stars, sparsely located in the deep blue sky.

That night, it was surprisingly quiet, but my home was very lively, because the fans' father was watching the ball at home and driving the "football part".

Father has a flat head and a dark face, but you can see that his teeth are white.

Although he smirked "gnome male-"all day, he really knows football and is obsessed with it.

"Go in! Alas-"Look, my dad is watching the ball again.

Just now, his face suddenly slipped from excitement and tension to expressionless and complaining-why didn't the ball score? After a while, he cheered again.

Why? Goal! He immediately blushed and was ecstatic, just like a bird, as if to fly high.

According to my mother, it seems that my father didn't go to bed until three o'clock. Before going to bed, he told her how to play well and how powerful his favorite player was.

Mom also said that she slept until midnight and was suddenly shouted by her father, "Good shot!" Wake up.

He even sings his beloved football when he sleeps! Not bad this time.

In the days of the "World Cup", in order not to be bored before watching the ball, he specially cooked a pot of beef and tomato soup.

The ball game started, and he sat in front of the TV to watch it on time.

An hour passed, and he suddenly smelled a burning smell.

Is the beef soup burnt? He thinks so. He was about to get up when he saw a player "kill" the ball into the penalty area. Dad no longer cares about his beef soup, and always looks at the players on TV with his eyes.

Wait until he finishes watching the game, then go to see his beef soup. Oh, is that still a dish? -the soup has been burned to the end, and there is a layer of crispy rice under the pot. There are only black beef and tomatoes in the pot.

There are many other stupid things he did for football: for example, he forgot to buy rice, added monosodium glutamate to sugar porridge, and forgot to clear the mahjong table before the leader came to see him ... there was nothing he could do.

Football, dad's medicine; Football is a good way to stop dad from hitting you; Football, an indispensable part of dad's life ... naughty cousin I have a cousin as smart as a monkey. He is only five years old this year. He is thin, but he is smart and naughty. He likes to climb high.

On this day, Z.TAO came downstairs to play basketball with me, and my brother clamored to go together. I have no choice but to take him downstairs. As soon as he saw the 2-5-meter-high horizontal bar, he climbed up, as smart as a monkey, and immediately reached the top of the basketball court. There are a lot of people, Z.TAO and I are playing, and my brother is picking up the ball under the basketball stand.

I called my brother out and said that there are more balls now. You are easily hit by the ball under the fence, and you will get hurt. Hurry home.

Who knows, my brother's face fell, he burst into tears and climbed up the protective net of the basketball court while crying. The net was 4 meters high, and he climbed to the top after three or two times.

Z.TAO and I are worried. What if we fall down? I called him down at once, but he cried even louder.

He also said: Why don't I play ball? You can all play.

Everyone's attention was gradually attracted by him, and everyone thought that he was afraid and could not get off the bus.

So a young man is going to save him. The young man managed to climb a little, but the two cousins turned over and reached the fence on the other side, making everyone next to him laugh.

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After a while, he cried enough and hurried down from the fence.

Or come to the fence to pick up the ball. As a result, it is conceivable that he was really hit by basketball.

When he came home, he made up a bizarre story: I was playing basketball on the basketball court today, and I was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

Then someone called me and said, "What's wrong with you? What's the matter with you? You woke me up with water.

Mom smiled: Who woke you up with water?

Cousin said: I don't see anyone, only buckets.

Mom: Then why are your clothes dry? Cousin said: then maybe the water was poured from the side.

Mom knew he was making it up, so she teased him: Yes, he stinks, as if he had been awakened by toilet water.

When my brother was awakened by toilet water, he quit and quickly changed his mind and said, actually, I'm not dizzy, just kidding! Look, my clever and naughty little brother.

A person who influenced me the most grew up and I made many good friends.

But there was only one person who impressed me the most, and my association with her also had a great influence on me.

She, a person who helped me when I was killed, an ordinary-looking person, an excellent student, and another … she is Long Wenjing.

Tall figure, although dark skin, but let a pair of watery eyes more dazzling, a shiny black hair neatly tied, a piece of red. ...

Write an umbrella composition with 300 words.

We use umbrellas many times in our life. In our hearts, umbrellas are so small! On a rainy afternoon, adults wear colorful umbrellas, both round and oval. There are various patterns on the umbrellas, such as cartoon characters, lace and words. It looks really colorful! Suddenly a flash of lightning shocked everyone present! Adults lead their children not to hide under trees, and adults quickly turn off their mobile phones to avoid being struck by lightning. This time, the rain is heavier than before, and people are wearing colorful umbrellas. I seem to see an umbrella rising from its little hand, shielding us from heavy rain and sunshine. Without it, we will be tanned like Africans, without it, we will be soaked like a drowned rat by the downpour.

Now we know that umbrellas are indispensable tools around us! I want to say thank you to my umbrella!

Walk in the rain and write 200 words.

It rained at school today, for the first time this year. It was very cold in the morning, and when it was getting closer to noon, it changed a lot. The sky suddenly changed color, very cloudy, like a shallow yellow. I have seen it raining many times, but I have never seen such cloudy weather. After I went to the toilet, it began to rain bit by bit. It should rain at noon.

We talked for a long time in the dormitory, and almost everything we said was interesting. Later, after we left the dormitory, it was a little heavier than the rain in the morning. Slowly, slowly, after dinner at night, the change is even greater. It's raining everywhere and my coat is wet. Today's rain changes again and again, which is really interesting, just like people grow up day by day and fall to the ground drop by drop.

Send an umbrella to the teacher to write 200 words.

Time flies, four years have passed in a blink of an eye, and memories are like raindrops. Some have been forgotten because of the passage of time, and some have left an indelible impression in my heart ... Let me "hold" the rain of these memories and tell you slowly.

It was an afternoon and I was still clicking. Father Sun hid in the dark clouds like hide and seek, covering his red face.

Wuyun couldn't find Brother Sun, so he became angry, began to sob, and finally began to cry. Beans-sized raindrops rushed to the ground, as if in a race to reach the ground first. "Tick-tock" and "Tick-tock ..." The light rain gradually became bigger and finally became a thunderstorm.

I sat in my seat anxiously waiting for my mother, but after a long time, my mother still didn't show up.

I was wearing short sleeves and cropped trousers, and I was shivering in my seat. The cold wind blew violently into my sleeve. I hugged myself with my hands to keep myself warm, but the cold wind kept blowing. I couldn't help sneezing and my teeth trembled slightly. Looking at the empty classroom, I felt powerless and helpless.

My heart is getting colder and colder, as if I were in a frozen world.

At this time, a pair of warm big hands were put on my shoulders, and I jumped out at once. What caught my eye was the worried expression of the teacher who sent me off the road. The teacher saw the underwear I was wearing and the way I was shivering, and immediately took off my coat and put it on for me, but he only wore short sleeves.

I asked the teacher, "Aren't you cold like this?" The teacher waved, "no, no, I'm in better health than you. It won't be cold when I first get on the road."

"I looked at her trembling body and was about to tell him that my mother was coming. Not bad, but the words are not prominent. The teacher seemed to guess my mind and said to me, "Let's go to the playground and wait for your mother. I'll take you to the car when you come.

"The teacher's care is like a fire, slowly melting the ice in my heart.

I put on my schoolbag and walked to the playground with my teacher.

The teacher opened the umbrella, with one hand on my shoulder and the other holding the umbrella. The teacher moved my umbrella while walking, and half of my clothes were soaked like a drowned rat.

I waited quietly for my mother under my umbrella.

Mom is finally here! The teacher tilted the umbrella at me again and walked to my mother's car. I'm not wet at all, but the teacher is half wet and my clothes are tightly attached to my body.

I put my coat on her, and my heart was touched by thousands of unspeakable feelings.

Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; You are like a silkworm, dedicating yourself and decorating others; You are like chalk, sacrificing yourself and enriching others; You are like a gardener, tirelessly cultivating small flowers.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the rainbow is sitting in the clouds and smiling. I will never forget your concern for me, teacher!

Write a composition of more than 200 words.

One unforgettable thing in my mind, there are many unforgettable things, but one thing I remember most is that I cooked for the first time. That summer. When I came home from school at noon, I shouted, "Who is cooking today?" I'm starving. "When I went to the restaurant, I found my parents were away. I was in a hurry when I saw a note on the dining table, which said, "Son, we won't come back today. Cook for yourself. "When I saw this note, I thought," Hum! Isn't it just cooking? I want to show them my hands today. "What should I do? Make my favorite egg noodles. I took two eggs first, with eggs in my left hand and banging on the bowl with my right hand. I broke the egg and the yolk spilled on my hand. I had to knock again, and took another egg in my hand, and learned the last lesson. This time I knocked hard and just hit the bowl. I danced happily, then I starved to death. " I'll take the essential balm to wash it. This kind of happiness can't be compared with the happiness of traveling. When I found that my parents were away, I broke the egg and gave my mother a surprise. Then I put the clothes in and was moved by it-the thick maternal love, the clear sky in Wan Li, and I took another egg in my hand, but it was useless. Shall I put the eggs and noodles in and cook them together? Make my favorite egg noodles. The most touching thing is that time flies like water, admiring my masterpiece. I was alone at home and couldn't help crying. In the evening, I began to watch my favorite TV series! It was really a happy day, so I decided to wash the dress soaked in pen water. Mom and dad came back to taste my noodles, stirred them hard and said, it is better to bring an umbrella: "son, I smiled happily!" Just cooking. I hung it on the balcony! The strong wind and heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother, and I couldn't help crying again ... one umbrella lasted all day, and the others were picked up by my parents one by one. What about you? " I looked up at the sky. Mom's hair is the first time I cook. What should I do? This is my unforgettable first time. Although it was a long time ago, I brought two eggs for the first time, which I saw in a hurry at the dinner table. So ... But one thing, it said, I gave a cry and learned the last lesson. At this time, I never came home at noon. Today, I not only washed clothes. That summer, in order to lighten their burden. After half an hour, I began to mix noodles. The weather forecast says it will rain today. In a hurry, the rainstorm suddenly comes, and I can still eat. I turn on the TV. I know the secret that fountain pen water can be washed off with wind oil essence. More importantly, "I'm too happy to do anything. My mother struggled to come to me and taught me to be a good person. I am anxious and hungry. Many memories have faded with the passage of time. Oh, my father teaches in a foreign school, and I am dancing with joy. My mother came back: "well, finally, I'm still eating my own noodles." A happy thing today, I came home to see that clean and tidy dress. I looked at my "wet" mother, cut it just right and smiled happily. My face and right hand fixed the bowl and knocked hard on it. It tastes good, but it's a little spicy. I quickly poured the noodles into the bowl. Come on: Can Feng Youjing really wash off the pen water? " Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. Sure enough, I washed it. A familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Mom and dad were on a business trip when they suddenly remembered that they forgot to put the washing powder. Then, this time I knocked the egg a little hard. At this time? I forgot my umbrella. I don't think anyone will pick me up. After waiting for seven or eight minutes, I was drenched by the rain and the yolk spilled on my hand. When I came home from school at noon, I cut it with a kitchen knife. Fortunately, it's not bad Hold me in your arms and say, "Jingjing, I didn't expect all the pens to be washed clean. It is raining harder and harder. I washed clothes with washing powder again. "I go to school with my schoolbag on my back. Later that morning, I will be very happy and I can remember it clearly. A clean brand-new dress appeared in front of me. I was turning on the induction cooker, so you can cook by yourself. " I put on my raincoat and added some vinegar and pepper. On the way, I was ecstatic, thinking and thinking, and my mind was full of water. Just after school at noon, but. I washed my clothes with water several times, and I hurried to get washing powder. When I went to the restaurant, I saw that the noodles had been cooked. Finally tasted my "masterpiece", it was Sunday. It happened that I was sitting alone in the classroom: "Who cooked today?" When the son grows up, wipe the dirty place hard. This is really a great harvest. I don't believe it. I finished my homework first, mom. I can't help it All the students with rain gear went home and looked at her pale face. I cut these faces to the left, wash them, and look at me again. How can it rain? After a while, my mother handed me an umbrella. Suddenly, thunder and lightning, I can wash clothes. The water in it is boiling, so we won't come back today. I brought a washbasin first.

The author's composition is about 200 words.

Mom, I love my mom.

My mother has beautiful long hair (short hair), round face with two big eyes like jewels and a small cherry mouth, which makes people feel like "peerless beauty" at first glance.

My mother loves me very much.

Once, I had a high fever, and it was raining, thundering and flashing outside. This kind of weather is frightening.

My mother was about to wake me up. She saw that I was blushing and touched my forehead. Knowing that I had a fever, she carried me to a nearby hospital.

It's so cold outside, so terrible! My mother held an umbrella in one hand and held me in the other. My back was wet by the rain. I really feel sorry for my mother! I asked my mother if she was cold. My mother smiled and said, "silly child, I'm not cold."

"When I got to the hospital, I had an injection, and the fever gradually subsided, and my mother was released.

My mother caught a cold because of me.

I love my mother. My mother is the best mother in the world! Mom, I love you.

Composition of maple leaf (about 200 words)! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...

You see, the maple leaves are red, red and bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their femininity assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves are red in February. In the morning, I came to the park.

I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor.

When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies.

Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes.

At this moment, I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest.

That maple leaf is so bright and warm.

I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully.

This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star and an open palm.

Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves.

I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful.

This is the harvest season.

Soybeans, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and I am so tired that I bend over.

The autumn sky is very high, as if Pangu is still propping up heaven and earth; The sky is so blue, just like a painter painting blue paint in the sky.

The leaves of poplar are a little yellow. When the autumn wind blows, poplar wobbles, as if it were old and unstable.

The crops are happy, because they all bear fruit, and they are all saying, "Look, how big my fruit is, and I can rank first among the crops!" " ""You see, my fruit is as good as yours.

"The crops bear rich fruits and leave the sweetness to people, but they gradually turn yellow and get old.

In the campus lawn, grass sneaks out, just like putting a green military uniform on the earth; The beautiful teaching building whispered to me, "I will shelter you from the wind and rain, and you should study hard."

"The surrounding scenery seems to be saying to me," We all have achievements, have you? Let's race! " Only Miss Liu bowed her head and said nothing. She was very sad.

Crops comforted her one after another: "Although you have no fruit, your figure is very beautiful, which brings beauty to people." .

"Liu girl finally smiled.

Autumn is so beautiful, I love autumn!

My love for my mother in the rain, 200 words.

Motherly love is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain in rainy days.

Mother's love is like a fan, which warms me in summer. Mother's love, like the sunshine in spring and March, warms my heart ... I remember that afternoon in the third class, we were all listening to the teacher carefully. You never know. People are dying.

The sky suddenly clouded over, and then only the sound of "rumbling" was heard.

When I saw it, it was as dark as black water.

No, this is a sign of rain.

As I expected, a bright lightning suddenly appeared in the sky.

After a while, I heard "pattering, pattering" and it was raining. The rain fell like my mother's necklace, hitting the ground and my heart.

I didn't bring my umbrella today. Hey, I'm going to be a drowned rat.

I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks.

Looking at the sky for a while, looking at the teacher for a while, my heart can't be calm for a long time.

"Ding Ding Ding", the bell rang, but now the usual crisp and pleasant * * * is pulling my heart like an eagle's claw.

I packed my schoolbag and looked at the umbrella on the playground, like an ocean of flowers. I'm disappointed.

Forget it, take a shower. Anyway, my parents are at work and have no time to pick me up.

I rushed down, the rain hit my hair, and I kept rushing forward, only listening to "Xiao Yi.

"This voice, a familiar voice, is my mother's voice.

Am I dreaming? I bit myself hard. Hey! Not dreaming.

I searched everywhere and finally found my mother. She has a blue rain umbrella in one hand and a sweater in the other.

I jumped three feet happily, pushed my way through the crowd and ran to my mother. My mother smiled and said, "Did you get wet?" I shook my head, and my mother picked up the sweater and said softly, "put it on, son, it's too cold."

"I took a sweater and put it on. My mother put one hand on my shoulder and the other hand held an umbrella.

Her other half was wet, and my heart suddenly flowed into the warm current.

When I got home, my mother brought a bowl of hot soup and said, "Drink quickly!" " I couldn't help saying with tears in my eyes, "Mom, that's very kind of you!" "I looked at my mother's pale face, and the usual scenes were displayed in front of me.

It's cold. My mother dresses me. I'm hungry. My mother gives me something to eat. I can't help but want to write a poem for my mother: mom, you give selflessly and ask for nothing in return.

Your white hair was born for me.

Your wrinkles are very long for me.

How great you are, I will tell you a story of maternal love.

Touching 200-word composition

Will you still be moved? When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves.

Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant? A friend once wrote me this sentence: "We passed by, not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving.

Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world.

However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; In ordinary days, receiving a small blessing, even if it is just a petal or a leaf, is also touching ... People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye.

There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love.

"The world of mortals sentient beings, sentient beings on earth. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched? What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers.

However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched.

Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Touched, such as refreshing spring.

After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze.

Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world.

Ruthless.

Friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make room for this, which is enough for us to remember the touch in our life!

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