Describe the composition on the back, starting and ending with 100 words.

1. I can't forget your back. In the long river of my memory, many things have gone with the flow and disappeared without a trace. However, there is an ordinary back that can no longer be ordinary, but it is deeply branded in my mind and can't be forgotten for a long time!

I remember it was early autumn and the weather was particularly sunny. The breeze brushed my hair and I felt very comfortable. I rode along the road and enjoyed the happiness endowed by nature leisurely. Inadvertently, I looked up. At this extremely accidental moment, I saw such a scene: the teacher rode home on a motorcycle, and Wu Dan was sitting behind the car. Huh? What's going on here? Is the Chinese teacher a relative of Wu Dan? No, Wu Dan's family is with my family. She never told me that she was related to her teacher. Is it because I was wrong? Just another person's back? It's even more impossible. You can see the teacher's back at school every day. How could I make a mistake? Oh, forget it, I don't want to. Ask Wu Dan first thing in the morning! But the next day, I forgot about it again. I didn't wake up like a dream until I saw my back for the second time.

It's another sunny day. I'm riding my bike on my way home. I saw the same person riding the same motorcycle, but the students sitting behind the car were Class One. I'm confused. What's going on here? Could that China teacher be their relative? But the back I saw this time is really the back of the Chinese teacher!

The next morning, I found Wu Dan and asked her like a prisoner, "I thought I saw the teacher take you home last week, didn't I?" "yes." The answer she gave me was so natural and appropriate. I added:

"Where did you put the car? Why did the teacher take you home! " "My car is broken, in the repair department. The teacher saw me walking on the road and asked me to drive his car back. " Her answer is simple.

Later, I saw Chinese teachers riding bicycles with their students on their backs many times. What a good teacher! He not only works day and night for our study, but also cares about students, even students in other classes. Teacher, your love is like a fire in that winter, warming our hearts.

Teacher, dear teacher, your tall figure will remain in our hearts forever.

I want to write a composition about the back of strangers, giving a beginning and an end. See the supplementary topic: unfamiliar and familiar back.

We have been looking for moving, moving around us-inscription.

Beginning: Rain, it's raining. Looking at the hurried crowd outside the window, her figure gradually emerged in my mind.

Then begin to narrate, and write down the reason and process of your shopping and the conversation with your classmates or the old woman in the middle (you can also insert some first impressions of the old woman in the middle, not too good, you can write what you feel dirty, so you can support the following). Near the end, write how she left the stall to chase, and write details when chasing! Then describe her face when she gave you something. You can write something in words, such as: Hey, you left something behind. . . . Something like that Then write this sentence: At that moment, I suddenly felt a little throbbing. (You can also adapt it yourself. In short, write about the changes in your impression of her. From bad to good) and then thank you for making me so grateful.

End: In this world, there is a wonderful thing called moving. We will see a lot of backs on the road of growth. Only she, no matter what the memory, will never fade. The rain has stopped. (Rain, when it stops, this sentence can be increased or decreased, mainly for end-to-end call applications. You can also just write the word "back" on the topic. If you follow my topic, you'd better insert another sentence in ①: Some are familiar and some are unfamiliar. )

Tired of playing with hands, I hope LZ will adopt it-

3. At the end of the essay "Back", "Back" is an article about affection.

I think this article is very good. Although there are not many words, it is rich in content.

Because most words are easy to understand and sentences are fluent, readers can understand the content quickly. The author vividly described the article and felt the same.

During my study, when my father went to buy oranges, I was very moved and couldn't help crying like the author. The theme of this article is the affection between father and son.

At the beginning of the story, it describes the difficult situation of father and son. The author's grandmother died and his father just lost his job.

After the funeral, they arrived in Nanjing. Father will look for a job there, and he will go back to Beijing to study in a few days.

At the station, when I saw my father taking care of him in the teahouse, I felt that he was very motherly. However, when I saw my father working so hard to buy him oranges, my tears soon came down.

Later, he received a letter from his father, which reminded him of his father's back. I think this article gives readers a very important enlightenment: parents often tell us to be careful or study hard. They always think of us and hope that we can become good people.

So we should treat them well and don't live up to their ardent expectations of us. What follows is really a touching and instructive article.

4. How to write about the back in the last paragraph of the composition? That figure is familiar ... My father is not very tall, but he is strong.

Every time I see my father running around for me, that figure is so high ... I can't forget it. Whenever I am sick, the word "Sichuan" will squeeze out from my busy father's forehead. Whether it is scorching sun or stormy weather, my father will go to various pharmacies to buy medicine. Looking at my father's sweaty or wet back, I have mixed feelings ... I can't forget it. Whenever my classmates envy me for having such a good father, I always think of my tired and panting back, and my heart is full of gratitude ... It is hard to forget that my father is so serious about his work. He goes to work early every day and comes home late. Sometimes I work overtime for a data, and sometimes I am even busy until eleven o'clock. When I see my father's busy back, my heart will be full of admiration ... Although my father can't travel with me often because of his work, he will look at my study no matter how busy he is, and he will take time to buy books for me no matter how tired he is. He is not only enterprising, but also loves his family. This love is not reflected in giving me a lot of pocket money, but in caring about my every little thing. I have a good father, whose back is the highest, and my most familiar back is full of deep fatherly love, which I will never forget.

Father's love at the end of the composition is like a song, which encourages me when I am sad and accompanies me when I am happy. Fatherly love is also a busy figure. When I am sleepy in the morning, I have cooked a delicious breakfast for me. Ah! How great is fatherly love; How respectable and amiable is fatherly love. ...

Whenever I go to school in the morning, I always stretch and don't want to get up at all, but my father gets up early and keeps bothering me like a rooster. Sometimes when I can't open my eyes, I seem extremely impatient: "It's cold these days, let me sleep more!" " However, in the dim light, I saw my father's eagle-like eyes staring at me, so I had to get out of bed and get dressed. The wind was biting, and I shivered. At this time, my father walked quickly to my side from the kitchen and put on my coat without hesitation. After I put it on, he went to the kitchen in three steps and two steps. Looking at the busy figure shaking in the kitchen, I found my father so amiable for the first time. I found myself so small for the first time. When I was still immersed in self-reproach, my father had put the steaming eggs and milk on the table and watched me eat with relish. My father opened his mouth with satisfaction. Looking at my father, I was very moved. I looked at his rough big hands and gave me more rice. My eyes are red. I thought of my father getting up early in the morning to make breakfast. Why? -can't you just have a hot nutritious breakfast? But dad is in a hurry to eat by himself, because sometimes time is delayed by me. I silently said to my father in my heart: Dad, your selfless dedication and countless concerns have made me understand that you love me, Dad, although you always look very strict. Looking at my father's busy figure, I feel a kind of power supporting me and making me face it happily every day. ...

I think fatherly love is a ray of sunshine in spring, shining warmly on me; It is the cool summer wind that blows away the troubles in my heart; Is a string of fruits in autumn, guiding me to success; It is a fire in winter that warms my cold heart.

6. Eyes behind me. The beginning of the composition is less than 100 words. I remember reading Zhu Ziqing's Back when I was a student: "I haven't seen my father for more than two years. What I can't forget most is his back. . "I know that my father's stumbling back with an orange has been fixed in my memory, like a sensitive string, which will arouse my infinite emotions once it is plucked. When people reach middle age, their hearts become fragile. For parting, knowing is not the "farewell" and "the ends of the earth" in time and space. Even a few days of parting, a short distance seems to carry enough weight emotionally.

Maybe what we see on weekdays is what we do the most every day, and we don't agree with it. Things that can't be ordinary can't be ordinary. When the train whistle rings, when the car starts to start, when the plane rushes off the runway, only lovers can feel the pain of such a sad parting. But many times people tend to ignore the affectionate eyes behind them.

When I was a child, the most unforgettable eyes left for you must come from your parents, which made your tender heart realize the profound meaning of human love for the first time! As time goes by, when we look back again. I see my parents' shadows like black spots. Although I can't see anything clearly, I really feel my parents' eyes, which are full of infinite blessings and attachment.

Perhaps the eyes behind it are just a flash, but they are condensed with the entrustment and concern of their loved ones. It has no beautiful language, no warm hugs and kisses, but it contains too much friendship. The vision behind it is really worth reading!

7. The most beautiful figure composition begins with 400 words and ends: "When I was a child, I used to sit on my father's shoulder, and my father was a cow pulling a rickshaw ..." When I finished singing this song with tears in my eyes, my father's wandering back lingered in my heart in the afterglow of the sunset-that was the most beautiful back.

Because my father was away all the year round, I could only imagine it privately when I was a child. I always turn my father into the Monkey King or Tathagata. My father is the greatest!

It was not until my father came back to me later that I found that he was not unusual: short and chubby, with a beer belly, and his feet touched the ground and rustled when he walked, especially because he was not as handsome as I thought, and I began to hate him and avoid him.

Until one day, I finally couldn't help but ask my mother in resentment: "Why? Why is my father like this? He is not what I want ... "Mom smiled. After entering junior high school, I am glad that I can finally get rid of this background that is not excellent or even disgusting-I am going to live on campus.

On the first day of school, my father sent me to a new school. In fact, I am very reluctant, but out of helplessness, I have no ability to carry so many things by myself. Look at my father. He is happier than me. He is busy looking for a teacher, a dormitory, luggage and things for me. He is sweating profusely, but there is always a smile on his face. Because my bed was on it, my father crawled clumsily, gasped and took off his shoes. I suddenly found that his socks were torn and his heels were exposed. I shivered in my heart and thought: He managed me so well, but he didn't take care of himself at all. I looked at him silently: his hair was thin and silvery, his eyes were wrinkled, and his waist was no longer straight. Although among many excellent parents, I suddenly felt that my father's pains flashed before my eyes like a movie: at home, my father would apologize every time he criticized me, but I didn't care. My father always remembers to buy me milk, but he never drinks it when he is tired. Every time my father watches the weather forecast, he misses the TV series just to remind me of the weather, but I never pay attention to it and even hate him ... "Unconsciously, it's getting late.

The horizon was dyed orange, and I knew that he, my father, was leaving. When he left, his father didn't say much but said, "Don't lose yourself, don't study too hard, your grades are good or bad, as long as you work hard ..." Hearing these plain but loving words, my blood is boiling, my heart is crying, and every cell in my body is beating with a substance-love. I look far away and hope my tears will calm down. ...

The wind is blowing the leaves and shaking his head. Dad has gone far away. The afterglow of sunset shone on him, so golden. His back, his rustling back when he walked, left me with deep pain!

Father! Please forgive me! For a long time, you were my resting tree, but I didn't know it. Although you are short, from now on, I suddenly feel that your image in my heart is getting higher and higher. ...

Your back is the most beautiful in the sunset! This beautiful photo will always be treasured in the deepest part of my heart! Forever! never ...

8. This lyrical article begins or ends with 65,438+000 words: "Jasper is dressed as a tree and 10,000 green silk tapestries are hung down", "I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere." ..... The ancients' love for spring can be seen from this beautiful poem after another. My favorite season is also the spring when everything recovers.

Every spring, kapok as red as fire, peony as pink as chardonnay and Chinese rose as white as jade are in full bloom. Some are in bud, some are in bud, and some are in full bloom. A refreshing fragrance of flowers attracted many bees, buzzing and dancing.

I like spring, just like a fish can't live without a gurgling river. I love spring, just like a newborn baby stuck in the warm arms of its mother. I've been thinking, can you stay a little longer in spring? Even for a while!

Spring is just my destiny. I was born in spring. Being born in this blooming season is the best thing in my life. Whenever the flowers bloom and the snow melts, my parents are singing birthday songs to me, and the gentle breeze blows across my cheek as if to congratulate me.

In winter, whenever the sunset meets the moon. I will vent my thoughts about spring. I also want to know when you can come in spring. Finally, spring has arrived, and I can't wait to walk to the newly sprouted grass, walking gently and stroking gently, for fear of disturbing the grass that hasn't woken up yet. I sniffed with my nose, smelled Miss Chun's pollen, and looked at the thriving seedlings. You finally came in spring. Do you know how long I've been expecting you? For 275 days. Every day is like a year. Do you know spring?

I don't know when spring has left, and there are still wet tears on my face. In the past, the delicate flowers in front of the courtyard had already faded quietly and fell into the soil, leaving only a faint fragrance. I used to love flowers the most, and I withered, just like my fleeting happiness like a dream. And that frothy vision deepened my sense of loneliness.

Write Spring 2 in 600 words: the feeling of spring (600 words)

Although the cold winter has passed, it has brought us a wonderful gift-spring. The footsteps of spring come quietly to me. You will find that many things around us have changed.

On the ground, you will be surprised to find that the bent and tired grass has turned into a vibrant grass, which can be said to be "brand-new"! On both sides of the road, there are still small flowers like stars; There are long weeping willows by the lake. At night, everyone is scrambling to dress up and play with everyone. Occasionally, I can see a group of clever little sparrows chirping, singing loudly "Mr. Frog" and "Green Fairy"-Dragonflies and "Pink Lady"-butterflies on the lake: two dancers have joined the chorus, which is really singing and dancing. The nearby lake was not idle, so I sang them a brisk tune. The lake "La-La-Ah ~" and "Gu-Gu-Gu ~ ~" are really a lively scene!

Justice is also a hard-working smile: the farmer's uncle is happy and happily comes to the field with farm tools, plowing and sowing, and singing a ditty. Spring really makes farmers' uncles happy and angry. Sunshine on the body seems to be no different from the warmth of a loving mother.

You say it's so lively on the ground, is it also very lively in the sky? Of course. Swallows and geese compete all day. "Spring is the day when I was born. It gave me a good life. " The swallow said gratefully. This is the big eye can't wait to say, "I think spring is equivalent to my parents, because spring is the season that makes us suffer the least." "I think ..." "I think ..." The captains of the two groups, alas, kept calling all day. It seems that the sky is really busy.

Miss Spring, Fairy Spring, you can make the world full of laughter. I finally understand why people praise you so enthusiastically-spring.

Like the beginning and end of the last article, there is a question about how to write the memory of the sea. In my mind, I recall the past from the beginning, but everything is vague. The only thing that is clear is my mother's back. As long as I can remember, I have seen my mother's busy back all day. My mother cultivated my independent ability when I was very young, which benefited me a lot. I don't know if he is worth mentioning, but it left an indelible memory in my young mind. At that time, I was in a large kindergarten class and had to take the exam to upgrade. For me so young, it was really a big exam at that time. That night, my mother didn't ask anything about the exam. I asked my mother to help me prepare for the exam. My mother said that she would do her own thing without any encouragement or comfort. At that time, my tears of disappointment flowed down.

The next day, I ignored my mother and ran to school with my schoolbag on my back. At the school gate, parents lead their children one by one, asking questions and questions about exams. I suddenly feel that I have been greatly wronged, and tears are spinning in my eyes. I thought, "doesn't mom love me anymore?" The more I think about it, the more wronged I am, but I still hold a glimmer of hope. I'll look back after two steps. How I wish my mother would suddenly appear in front of me like a myth. As we get closer and closer to the examination room, our hopes are fading. But I never saw my mother's figure, my hopes were completely shattered, and the tears of grievances could not stop, like spring water, and I choked into the examination room. During the exam, my thoughts wandered, and I accidentally saw a vague figure, which was so familiar-it was my mother, and I wanted to rest assured because I got the answer. On that day in June, the child's face changed, and it was still clear in Wan Li. Suddenly it turned cloudy. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. I can't help looking out of the window. In the twilight, I can only see my mother's figure, so vague and clear. I want to rush out and let my mother go home, but there is nothing I can do. I walked through the rain curtain and watched my mother's back for a long time. My mother's back in the rain is deeply imprinted in my heart.