Write a composition: more than 600 words, self-made topic. Ask for true feelings.

I will give you two. Choose for yourself.

Grandma and I have an appointment.

Affection has a magical power, which can diffuse into a mood, immerse into an atmosphere and engrave into a memory. And grandma will always be the protagonist in my memory.

The long-awaited summer vacation has finally arrived, and I can't wait to reward myself for a few months of hard work. So there is this scene: when the sun shines in the sky, I am still asleep; Television has become my best friend, and I am inseparable for 24 hours; Textbooks and books have been seriously neglected by me. Life can be regarded as an easy life.

But all this was ruined by grandma's arrival.

My grandmother's lip service is not flattering, and it can be compared with Tang Priest. When grandma smiles, you can find that there are only a few front teeth left in her mouth. Every morning, her manly voice rings downstairs, dragging me from my dream to reality. A few times I pretended not to hear, and it was in vain to make her cry several times. I thought she would give up, but I knew that she shouted even harder, dragging her voice as if singing a folk song. That's all. I met a master. I was afraid of being heard by my neighbors and responded angrily to her.

Grandma always asks me to go out to play. It is not good to stay indoors all day. Who can't understand the truth, there must be a good place. I flatly refused every time, leaving no room. But she always takes the trouble to ask me out to play. Finally, one day, the contradiction intensified.

She suggested that I go for a walk in the square as usual. I finally couldn't hold back my emotions and responded loudly: "Don't ask me out all day. Are you bored? I've never been to this dump. Have the ability to take me to Beijing to play. " "There are singers there," grandma whispered softly. "I think this is an opera. I am not an old man, will I like that thing? " Grandma was speechless and her head hung low. Like a child who made a mistake, I was embarrassed to go on and strode upstairs.

Because of one thing, my aversion to grandma finally changed.

That day, grandma asked me to wash my hair. Although I felt different, I didn't say anything and nodded slowly. Warm water poured down slowly. Grandma's hand washes my hair as gently as my mother's and asks me if it hurts from time to time. I shook my head. At the moment, I found grandma's hands covered with blood vessels like earthworms, as rough as her face covered with maps. Somehow, my face suddenly burned. "Go out to play more in the future. It's really bad to stay at home. Will you go for a walk in the square with me next time? " This time, I didn't talk back, just gave a gentle "grace".

The next day, when I woke up, it was 10. Strange, grandma didn't call me today. I went downstairs to the kitchen and saw my mother standing there peeling bean sprouts. Mom told me that grandma went back to her hometown early in the morning. Grandma didn't say goodbye to me because she was afraid to wake me up.

Everything seems to be restored, but everything seems to be missing something.

Don't ignore the beauty of spring because a flower is dying. Don't lose sight of everything ahead because of a sick tree. Unfortunately, I regard my grandmother as a fallen flower and a sick tree. Anyway, I will remember that I have an appointment with my grandmother: I will go with her next time.

2. Motherly love

Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander."

Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.

Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light;

Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.

Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!

Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs and was down and out, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi Rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why steam! " The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled. When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Crying hands caress when you answer doubt. " Sad, sad, sad voice, it makes people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune.

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.

With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.

Nowadays, we give our mothers more connotations.

We compare our motherland to the mother who raised hundreds of millions of children in China. We are sincere to her, sharing life and death. For thousands of years, thousands of children ran for help and died generously for the suffering motherland. They spilled blood on the earth, in the green mountains and green waters of the motherland, holding on to the souls of thousands of children in Qian Qian!

We compare the earth to a mother, who has raised all the people in the world. When we look at this beautiful planet from space, we will think that she nurtures all things in the world with deep maternal love, and also makes human beings no longer feel lonely in boundless space.

Let's unfold the long scroll of years, brush away the dust of history, feel the true feelings in this world and interpret the lingering maternal love. The cantata and compulsion between pavilions on the high platform have gradually faded away, and the prosperity of the past has disappeared into oblivion. Only the love of loving mothers has passed through thousands of years of time and space!

It is history that endows maternal love with eternal depth, and it is true feelings that endow children with deep attachment to their mothers.

Let's give more care to our mothers, and let's say "safe life" to mothers all over the world!