Scarf work

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A scarf composition 1 Every winter, hats, scarves and gloves are all necessities for us to go out. Scarves, as a necessity for going out in winter, are constantly updated every year, just like the clothes we wear. Every year before winter comes, people will buy themselves a new scarf and tell themselves that they should have a new scarf to match in the new winter.

And last year's scarf is no longer worthy of this year's own.

However, there is an old scarf in my closet. Although his style is not particularly novel and the color is not particularly fashionable, because this scarf was bought by his best friend, there has always been such friendship in it.

Let yourself feel that even if this scarf is not particularly good, I still can't bear to throw it away.

I remember it was the year when I just graduated from college. It was a little cold that winter. I want to buy a scarf on Taobao, but I don't know how to buy it online. Thinking that my friends often shop online, I asked my good friend to buy myself a scarf on Taobao, and also put forward my own requirements, that is, to be resistant to dirt and atmospheric!

At first, I thought I just asked my good friend to buy it for me and give the money to my friend.

But my friend bought it and said it was useless, so he gave it to me directly.

I was particularly moved by what my friend said. Looking back now, that winter may be because my good friend gave me this scarf, which made me feel particularly warm! So that in the next few years, every winter, I can always take this scarf out and use it!

After all, it was too long later, and the scarf also had some pilling balls, but it didn't look particularly good, but I chose to keep this scarf in my heart instead of throwing it away!

Because I know this scarf contains our friendship!

A scarf composition 2 There is a box in my closet, and there is something very precious to me in that box-a scarf. Scarf is the simplest style. It looks a little rustic and even ugly, but it has extraordinary significance because it is knitted by a classmate who transferred to another school. ...

That summer vacation, I took a photo of my best friend with her and a classmate, and then she gave me a simple scarf. She said it was her first time to knit a scarf, and there were many flaws, but it didn't matter. Scarves that can bring warmth and happiness are all good scarves! I have never been here, because I am afraid of soiling this important gift and even losing it. ...

Now I open the box, take out my scarf and touch it gently. The moment I touched the scarf, I remembered the scene of playing with Xiao L and Xiao Z. I ran wildly together, climbed hard together, practiced dancing together, danced street dance, Korean dance, folk dance and modern dance ... I wanted to cry more and more, and tears could not help flowing down. How I want to go back in time! How I want to go to her school in Shanghai and transfer her back. We can run, climb irons and practice dancing together as before. I talked to her on qq many times, but she didn't reply. Maybe she has forgotten me for a long time. ...

Not only in the past, I also take it out from time to time, touch it, bask in it, and try my best to make up for it when it is broken. I think scarves become antiques when they are handed down to future generations. After I die, I may let it accompany me.

A scarf composition 3 White snow flowers began to fly in the sky again, and the world became quiet again. The floret withered, the fish fell asleep, and the grass got into the soil again.

"Huhu ..." The cold wind kept blowing, and I hid under the covers, unwilling to open my eyes for a long time. "Get up, get up, it's almost seven forty!" The familiar voice rang again and again. "What? Seven ... seven o'clock ... I'm leaving. Goodbye! "

I hurried to school, and a cold wind blew into my neck. I felt a chill, and then I suddenly realized, "Oh, no! Not good! " I forgot my scarf. At this time, I felt very disappointed. The bell rang and I flew out of the classroom like a bird. I froze. Why is my father here? Dad's face was full of smiles and he didn't speak. He just put my red scarf on my neck, and his smile was still on his face.

I hugged my father tightly and my eyes were full of tears.

After class, my father left. I looked at my father's distant figure, that step by step footprint, and slowly, my father disappeared at the end of the road.

Ten years have passed, and I have grown up. It is still a season of snowflakes flying. Today is Saturday. I sleep at home. Where is my father? He has been away for two hours, no! Oh, no! Dad didn't wear a scarf. what can I do? I quickly got out of bed, put on my sweater and coat, and hurried to my father's studio, still delivering the red scarf. Dad looked at me and immediately hugged me. He patted the snow off my body with his warm hand, and I saw that moving smile again.

After work, I took my father's warm hand and walked home step by step. Our footprints, big and small, are still left in front of my father's company.

A scarf composition 4 Winter has come quietly. When I took out the thick clothes that had been dusty for a long time, I noticed the hand-woven scarf, and I felt a warmth in my heart, but I was a little sad.

That scarf was knitted by my grandmother herself. A few years ago, during the spring break, she gave me a red scarf, which made me feel very happy. When I received it now, I was very touched, but I didn't go out for a stroll because I didn't think it was as fashionable as the ready-made products sold outside, so I kept it. Grandma was surprised and asked me, "Why didn't I see you wearing that scarf?" Don't you like it? "I'm afraid my grandmother will get hurt and I dare not tell her my true feelings, so I always make excuses to prevaricate. Later, she seemed to find out what I really thought and gradually stopped asking about the scarf.

Later, grandma died, and I regretted not wearing that scarf. I know she will be happy if she sees me wearing the scarf she gave me. However, at this moment, no matter how often I wear this scarf and how much I cherish it, she can't see it, and I never have a chance to see her warm smile again.

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop. The son wants to raise and not kiss." People are always like this. You don't know how to cherish until you lose it. Especially filial piety, don't wait until your loved ones leave before you regret not being filial to her. In fact, it is most important to grasp the family members who love us now. Now, whenever I see that scarf, I will remind myself to cherish my family and not make the same mistake again. The scarf my grandmother gave me made me take filial piety seriously again. Although grandma will never come back, the inspiration she gave me will remain in my heart forever. This scarf is my most precious time treasure.

A scarf composition 5 Caring is a bright light in the fog, guiding me forward; Concern is the cool breeze in summer, which brings me coolness; Concern is a warm scarf in the cold wind, which brings me warmth.

It was a cold winter. Heavy snow is falling like goose feathers, and several centimeters of snow have accumulated on the ground. That day, I packed my things and went to school as usual. Yesterday, the weather forecast said that the temperature would plummet. I put on layers of cotton-padded jackets and trousers and wrapped myself into a fat doll. But I underestimated the temperature outside, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes tried to drill into my neck. Suddenly, a chill ran from the soles of your feet to your palms. I shivered in the cold wind. Without taking two steps, a loud shout came from my ear: "son, wait!" " "I turned my head and saw that it was my father. As he ran, he took off the scarf around his neck and put it around my neck: "Come on, put it on, so it won't be cold. "ah! That scarf is very warm, which is still the temperature of dad. I looked up, and my father's face was blue with cold, his hands were red with cold, and his whole body was trembling slightly. I saw it, shook my head and said, "forget it, you'd better wear it." "My dad saw me reaching for my scarf and quickly took my hand and said, No, you are so cold, you must surround yourself. I'm fine, don't worry about me. " With that, he left for work. I looked at my father and suddenly found that his figure was so thin. My nose is sour, and a layer of fog covers my eyes. ...

It's still snowing. I wear my father's scarf and walk to school. Although it is snowing outside, my heart is warm. ...

A scarf composition 6 In the cold wind, I was walking alone on my way home. I couldn't help the cold wind blowing, and my teeth were fighting up and down unwillingly. ...

I opened the door gently, and a warm breath came to my face. I changed my shoes and walked into the room.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I knocked on my mother's door and went in. My mother is knitting a scarf, and the needles are jumping up and down happily and tirelessly. ...

My mother looked up and smiled at me: "Come back! Wash your hands and eat. "

"hmm." I nodded my head.

I had a big stretch, rubbed my eyes wearily and took a long breath. I looked at the clock, alas, it was already 1 1 o. I packed my things and got ready for bed. Only to find that the light in mom's room was still on. ...

When I went to school the next day, I deliberately put on more clothes, but as soon as I opened the door, a chill rushed in. I shrank my neck, gritted my teeth and went out. The wind cut my face like a knife, and I couldn't help breathing. The scarf I bought in the shop is beautiful, but not warm. The cold wind got into my collar through the gap and made me tremble all over.

For several days in a row, I still went to school in the cold wind. Every night, my mother seemed to be tirelessly busy under the light. At first, I thought my mother was knitting a scarf for my grandmother or grandmother until that morning.

It was a morning when the wind was howling and snowflakes were flying, and gloomy clouds covered the whole sky. The ink-like color seems suffocating.

After eating in a hurry, I put on my schoolbag and prepared to go to school. At this moment, my mother stopped me. I turned around and a pale yellow scarf was around my neck. Fluffy wool rubbed on my cheek, which was especially warm. Pale yellow makes people feel warm, like the sunshine of the rising sun.

I looked up at my mother, her eyes were black, and her lips were full of loving smiles, just like an angel stepping into the mortal world. ...

Walking on the way to school, it is still this road, this scene. The difference is that my heart is a little warmer. ...

A scarf composition 7 One day in winter, the north wind roared and pedestrians hurried home. I was walking alone in the street. My skirt is very thin. My feet are red and swollen because I have no shoes on them. I am cold and hungry. I sat by the wall of a five-star hotel with a broken bowl at my feet. I looked at the bowl and fell into the memory of a distant hometown. ...

Home is beautiful: how exquisite the hut built by trees is! These tall and strong trees stand high in the forest. I miss my amiable grandmother again. ...

"You garbage boy, get out!" A security guard with a fork in his waist pointed at me with one hand. His eyes shot infinite anger, his eyes stood on end, his eyes were wider than the bull's-eye, his mouth was tilted to Spain, and his nose was smoking and panting. "You'd better get out of here!" Be careful that I beat you! " .

I looked up and saw how much anger was ejected from the security guard's eyes. His eyes were as cold as the biting wind, as if to put me in the frozen snow and let me fall into the big ice kiln instantly. His eyes pierced my heart like countless swords.

I looked into those eyes full of disgust and contempt. In desperation, I had to move my cold body. As I walked, I kept crying silently in my eyes. ...

The cold wind blows, and I feel colder and colder. Suddenly, I found something warm wrapped around my ... frozen neck. I looked up. That is a lovely little girl with long hair, big watery eyes, small cherry mouth and red lips. I looked at the little girl. The little girl said, "You can stay at my house. My parents won't mind! " I looked at the busy figure of her hand that tied my scarf, and then at the little girl's face. Her face is red with cold, how lovely!

The little girl looked at me with infinite excitement, infinite gentleness and endless friendliness in her eyes, like the sunshine in spring, like a breeze blowing on my cheek. ...

A scarf composition, 8 people are very strange. Some things that are unimportant to others are extremely precious and beautiful to themselves. Like that simple scarf, others may think it useless to keep it, but it means a lot to me. ...

I'm moving soon, and all that's left is what's in the closet. I found a paper box when I was sorting it out. It looked familiar. When I opened the carton, I saw a simple scarf inside, which looked strange when knitted. Seeing this scarf, all kinds of memories come to mind, and my eyes are involuntarily moist.

Yuan Yuan is my best friend, since the second grade, but the road of friendship with her is not long. On the third day, parting came. Yuan Yuan has been admitted to Shaomei School, and she is going to Shanghai to study. We knew about it a week ago, so we made an appointment to take some photos of our girlfriends in advance. We ate, drank and took pictures, so we were very unhappy. At the end, he gave me a scarf and said, "Tong. I took the scarf and put it in a paper box. There were not only scarves in it, but also my thoughts about Yuanyuan.

When I got home, I put the box of scarves in the closet, took a look and closed the door. Because there are too many sad memories in it ... I'm moving. Seeing this scarf again, my nose is sour, my eyes are like turning on the tap, and tears can't stop flowing out. When I saw this scarf, I remembered what she said to me. She left without saying goodbye, and of course, what she said when she gave me a scarf. Although it has been a long time, it is still vivid. Yes, everyone has memorable events, and everyone has experienced painful parting. People are strange. Some great events are not unforgettable, but small ones, which are often unforgettable all their lives.

A scarf composition 9 I have a secret in my heart, a secret that I haven't told anyone in my family.

I lay in bed thinking that it would be my mother's birthday in a few days, but I haven't prepared a birthday present yet. What should I give my mother? Cream cake? No Dad said he would buy fruitcake on mom's birthday. Buy new clothes? Not even! The price is too expensive, maybe mom doesn't like it yet. Yes, send a scarf!

Mother often says that she wants to buy a scarf. But I haven't had time to buy it. I gave my mother a scarf as a birthday present, and she will be very happy. But on second thought: there are only a few days left, and the hungry money for scarves is not enough! Dad only gives me 20 yuan pocket money every week, but a silk scarf costs more than 100 yuan. How can I raise enough money at once? Although I still have some coins with me, I only have eight dollars to put together, and I still need twenty dollars. My brow furrowed with worry. What should I do? I have been thinking hard for a long time. Finally, I came up with a good way to save the money my father bought me breakfast these days, which is estimated to be about fourteen yuan. Isn't there only six dollars missing? Just borrow it from grandpa. Grandpa loves me very much and never asks me what six yuan is for. Thought of here, my locked eyebrows stretched out, and a sweet smile appeared at my mouth and feet. Time flies. Today is my mother's birthday. I bought a birthday present.

On my birthday, after eating the cake, I gave my present to my mother. When my mother carefully opened the wrapping paper and opened the box, she found a black and green scarf with a happy smile on her face. But in a blink of an eye, she blamed me for not spending money indiscriminately and taught me to put money on my studies. Fortunately, my mother didn't ask me where I got so much money, otherwise my "secret" would be "exposed"

Although my mother scolded me for spending money recklessly, I know she must be very happy. I said silently in my heart, "Mom, I will be obedient in the future and won't let you worry about me." When I grow up, I will definitely buy you the best birthday present. "

A scarf composition 10 a pink and white scarf, my mother knitted love into it, which warmed my body; Now, it's a purple and white scarf. I weave my growing footprints into it, which warms my mother's heart. -inscription

My mother once knitted me a scarf, white and pink. At that time, I always felt too naive. Pink is a little girl's favorite. However, every winter, my mother's scarf always covers me warmly, which makes me breathless. I always thought that the scarf was tied by my mother. Now that I think about it, it was really childish at that time. Mother is the heart, and I am the hands and feet. It is the scarf that binds us together. My mother kept sending me temperature and blood, which supported me for many years. Mom, there are really many. Thank you!

Motherly love is nutrition, nourishing me. However, I don't know how to repay!

Today, for various reasons, I had the opportunity to knit a scarf for my mother. However, in the face of a pile of wool, I really feel that I can't start. Just when I was in a hurry, I thought of you in the light. I close my eyes and think about your movements, expressions, and silver frost on my temples. I will, mom. You taught me.-Grow up! So, I took the bait and let it go. Woven all my maturity, understanding and consideration.

Under the lamp, you and I have a scarf. I put a heavy scarf around your neck and my warm heart. You smiled, but there were tears in your eyes. You hugged me and smiled and said, "Dumbbell, grow up." The two people in the light outlined a beautiful back.

A scarf carries the hearts of two people, and love is as simple as that!

A scarf composition 1 1 It was a snowy afternoon, and snowflakes fell like a whirlwind, but I didn't think it was beautiful because my clothes were wet. I'm hungry and cold now, and I'm anxious to go home. But God just doesn't understand my feelings. The hateful snow is getting heavier and the raging wind is getting stronger and stronger. I turned up my collar and pulled up my gloves, but in vain. Because it was so cold, snowflakes kept drilling into my neck, making me tremble with cold.

I really regret it. My mother asked me to wear a scarf today, so I didn't wear it for fear of trouble. Alas! I really didn't listen to the old man and suffered.

At this time, my neck suddenly warmed up a lot. I looked down and saw a red scarf. I am like the grass in winter awakened by the spring girl. Then a familiar voice came: "I told you to wear a scarf at noon, but you didn't listen." I looked up and it was my mother. My heart has warmed a lot, too, and my mother and I are closely together. Touching the warm scarf around my neck makes me feel much happier. I looked up at my mother again. I was surprised to find that my mother's neck was empty. I quickly looked down, ah! It turned out that I was wearing my mother's scarf, and I thought to myself: My mother must be very cold without it. I saw my mother's hands rubbing against each other, so I took off my gloves and put my mother's hand in mine. Mother smiled with relief, and I smiled sweetly. ...

Today, I saw the red scarf again, and suddenly I felt that it was a fire in winter and the most beautiful scenery in the snow. Smelling the familiar smell on the red scarf, I found the familiar smell on it-the smell of maternal love!

A scarf composition 12 recently received a gift from a friend. That's a scarf.

I never wear a scarf, so when I received the gift, I was a little at a loss. It's not that I haven't worn a scarf, but I'm really not used to it. I'm afraid of heat, but I like long hair, so I keep it. In this way, even if I wear a ponytail in winter, it is enough to wear a turtleneck coat. It is normal to be troubled by receiving such a gift.

Sometimes, the gift may not be for one's own use, but the giver is out of kindness, which is even more troublesome. Although I don't usually use it, I can't help but try it when I get the scarf. When the scarf touches my skin, it can adapt, but it will feel hot after a while. A little longer, you will feel worse. I know many people wear scarves all the time, but I always get into trouble.

Because I make good friends, I always put my scarf on the bed. Fasten a few commonly used brooches and it will echo the room. At this moment, I began to understand that as long as I use my imagination, it can be useful. Although it is only for decoration, every time I see this scarf, I can think of my friends and those happy days. In fact, this is not a scarf, it represents the feelings of my friends, and it also represents my own gratitude to my friends and many memories. I used to be afraid of receiving gifts and making friends. Gifts become troublesome because friends are alienated. I'm scared of what I see and what I think. However, if you are afraid, you will get nothing. Friends are friends, gifts are gifts, and so is this scarf.

Friend, that's about it. I will slowly accept what I once couldn't accept and what I accidentally got from my friends. Friends can always bring a lot of fun to life, I always think so. This is not a scarf I can't use, a useless scarf, but a meaningful scarf, a beautiful scarf.

A scarf composition 13 I have a beloved scarf, which my mother gave me when I was eight years old. This scarf is made of colored balls. It looks like a rainbow, very beautiful.

Late at night, I saw the lights on in the living room at home and thought: Did Dad forget to turn off the lights again? When I looked closer, it turned out that my mother was asleep under the desk lamp, holding a half-knitted scarf in her hand, and her eyes were slightly moist. I patted my mother on the back to remind her to go to bed.

My mother gets up at 6 am and gets off work at 9 pm. Many nights, I can only vaguely hear the sound of my mother gently closing the door when she comes back from work. It's hard enough to work more than ten hours a day, and you have to knit me a scarf at night. Several times I pulled my mother to the bed and said, "Mom, just have a good rest and stop knitting scarves in the middle of the night." I took off my mother's shoes, covered the quilt, turned off the light and said, "Good night, Mommy."

My mother is always the first to get up, whether on weekdays or on rest days. But my mother doesn't seem to want to get up today. I think mom had a good rest today, so let her sleep a little longer. I can clean and do housework.

Just as I was sweeping the floor, I accidentally dropped my scarf on the coffee table. I looked at it carefully and was surprised. I only knitted half a piece the day before yesterday. How did it become a whole piece this morning?

I shouted in surprise. I think my mother must have stayed up all night knitting last night. I told you! Mother never sleeps late. Mom must have stayed up late last night, so she didn't wake up, so I secretly made breakfast today. After my mother woke up, I kissed her and said, "Thank you, Mom. I like this scarf very much. " My mother also praised me for my diligence.

Although it has been two years, I still cherish this beloved scarf. Sometimes I wear it to school, and my classmates also praise my scarf for looking good. I always proudly say, "Of course my mother knitted it herself."

This scarf embodies family ties and injects my mother's deep love for me.

A scarf composition 14 snow, like an elf, dances in the sky, piece by piece, like a white blanket, spread on the ground. I was skipping rope in the community, and the snow suddenly reminded me of it.

I remember when I was in kindergarten. Just as we were finishing school, the snow suddenly came unexpectedly. White snow, white land, all white. I don't know when I put on a white coat on the roof; The tree also put on a white down jacket. My mother is wearing a white scarf and waving to me. I skipped to my mother's side, and her mother carried me to the battery car. But I sat in the front, and the wind pierced my neck like thousands of needles, which hurt! I said to my mother in a sweet voice, "Mom, my neck is cold." My mother smiled and said to me, "Come on, put on my mother's scarf, so it won't be cold." The long scarf hangs down to the stomach and has a faint fragrance, which is refreshing.

I remember one day in fourth grade. I went home by myself after school. Suddenly, it snowed heavily. That's terrible! I forgot my scarf. I looked up and saw a particularly familiar figure, my mother. Mom saw me, too. I ran to her, shivering. My mother looked at me anxiously: "Didn't I tell you that it's cold today and you should wear a scarf to school?" Come on, put on your mother's first. "Mom's scarf is still the same as before, white, and still has a faint fragrance, which still makes people relaxed and happy.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered: Today, my mother went to the construction site to direct, without a scarf. I immediately put down the rope. But I couldn't find my mother's scarf at the moment, so I had to fly to the construction site with my scarf. I saw my mother directing the workers to work. I ran to my mother: "mom, put on my scarf!" " "After that, I put it on my mother. Mom said, "Well. My daughter's scarf smells good, too! "But I saw that my mother was still busy, so I went home.

White sky, white land, white snow. Motherly love is a scarf that warms me. It also gives off a faint fragrance.

A scarf composition 15 memories can be a document, a diary, a family affection ... but the memory buried deep in my heart is the scarf full of love.

It was a gloomy afternoon, the sky was gray, and the clouds in the sky seemed to cover the sun. The sky is like a crying child, with a sullen face. Seeing such a scene, I am inevitably a little nervous; It looks like rain, but I don't have an umbrella. What should I do? But it's time to come. The sky began to rain and soon turned into a downpour. The whole world is like a rain curtain!

A few minutes later, I finished school, but the rain in the sky didn't stop. The playground is covered with rain. At this moment, my mother came riding a battery car. She said to me, "You didn't bring your umbrella this morning. I have to pick you up myself. Get on the bus quickly so as not to get wet! "

The car started, but it rained too hard. Although I put on my raincoat, I was still wet by the rain, and a cold wind blew, making me tremble with cold. My mother seems to have noticed my abnormality, so she quickly stopped the car and surrounded me with a scarf. I feel a warm current flowing in my heart. Although it is a small scarf, how much maternal love does it carry? It's still raining and the wind is still blowing. Although I am no longer cold, I am still full of gratitude when I see my mother wearing only a windbreaker.

Yes, my mother has done so much for me, but I don't understand. Being against my mother every day often makes her angry. But she has never been dissatisfied and still loves and cares about me.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help saying "I love you" in my mother's ear. My mother said nothing, but when I got home, I didn't know whether it was tears or rain on my face.

Motherly love is like the sea, I am a small fish, and I can never swim to the edge; Motherly love is like the sky, I am a bird, and I will never fly to the end ... Although this scarf is just an ordinary scarf, the love it contains will be kept in the box of memory forever and will never be forgotten.