Please write a composition with the back of wind and laughter.

1. Imitate the 600-word composition of Back. It was late autumn, the dew was cold and the wind was cold. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously and barked at the bare treetops. The yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind and circled in the air. They just fell and were rolled up ... People's faces were full of chill.

My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless.

Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter! At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground. Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear ... that was a beggar.

She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.

Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms.

Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She snuggled up to the child and hugged her tightly. She couldn't wait to give half of her body temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shaking ... At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, as simple as grass and Buddha, and even the wood was torn off, which was extremely biting and violent. She shuddered.

However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child. Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth ... She holds the child tightly, stands up from the ground and walks away step by step ... It's just that the child in her arms is still asleep, as if she doesn't know the predicament he faces, or he knows that he will never be cold, because no matter what.

The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, and a warm current spread all over my body. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm.

Please use your imagination according to the combination of applause, wind, laughter, singing and shouting. In the morning, the sun woke up. In the morning, the rooster began to crow with the sunrise, the cheerful birds chirped at the window, the dogs barked, and the bees buzzed ... All the animals made different sounds at the sunrise, praising the beautiful morning.

A new day has begun.

The sound in the morning is lively. The sound of cars, horns, the noise of children and the shouts of adults feel that this is the real city symphony.

The sound at night is soft. In addition to the sound of several cars passing by on the road, adults and children all entered a sweet dream country. Many voices slowly disappeared in the middle of the night, and the whole city fell asleep.

The sound of spring is cheerful. The animals wake up, the grass turns green, the flowers are in bloom, the birds are chirping and making pleasant sounds. The spring rain is falling, and the rustling sound echoes in my ears. Countless raindrops hit the window, crackling, forming crystal beads, falling along the eaves, making a crackling sound, as if children were clapping their hands, and the branches and leaves on the trees also made a clattering sound.

The sound of summer is thunderstorm. When the thunder sounded, the rumbling sound startled me. I always feel that ray is going to split the building. The children cried and hid in their mother's arms.

After the thunder and lightning, there are fresh air, clean cities, flowers, trees and beautiful rainbows. Oh, how happy I am!

The sound of autumn is a symphony of harvest. Harvester sound, sickle cutting rice sound, children's shouts of joy, adults' laughter, all kinds of voices converge into one, which is very pleasant to listen to. In autumn, leaves rustle down, just like golden butterflies flying in the air. After flying for a while, they were tired and landed on our heads, bodies and feet, and covered the ground with a thick carpet.

The sound in winter is very cold. The wind whistling in my ear and the squeaking of stepping on snow at my feet. Face turned red, hands turned red. But the cold wind woke up the water, grass and trees ... the warm spring came.

What a beautiful voice!

3. Imitate the unforgettable laughter. Write an article about the familiar back of the students. Six years passed quickly. Although I will leave soon, I will never forget my friend's laughter. Ha ha ha ha ... "Listen to the laughter of Tao Xingyu in our class. As long as someone reads jokes, or Tao Xingyu hears or sees interesting things, he will laugh. " The mouth is wide open, and two dimples are squeezed out of the chubby face, which makes people laugh. Hey, hey, hey, this silly laughter comes from our class. Fang's grades are not very good, but she is a famous' pistachio' in our class. She has a lot of laughter nerves, and her smile is very infectious. "Is actually a smile. When we heard it, we could think it was Ai Haidong's strange smile. This is Ai Haidong's smile when he "threatens" people. If he wants you to do something for him, if you don't agree, he will' threaten' you like this. Don't worry, he can't do anything for you. I'm just kidding you. Soon, he will. Sometimes there are some overbearing Ai Haidong, such as "Hehehe", "Hee Hee Hee" and "Giggle" ... There are many beautiful, United and joyful laughter in our class. These laughter accompanied my growth, and I will never forget our happy laughter and happy class group.

4. Write a composition by imitating the back. I have seen Zhu Ziqing's back, perhaps because he is still young, and I can't really understand what his father's back left for Zhu Ziqing. I just feel a little sour and astringent. But there is one thing that makes me understand Zhu Ziqing's endless indescribable feelings, and that is his mother's back. ...

My mother is an ordinary and great mother. My mother gets up early and gets dark every day. She is busy with housework and helps to look after things in the factory. I usually eat Chinese food at school, but recently I have stomach trouble, and my mother picks me up for dinner every noon. This undoubtedly increased my mother's burden. It was a winter with a downpour, cold and rainy. I stood shivering at the school gate, waiting for my mother to pick me up. The test paper was handed out in the morning, and the usual good grades were quite different from this one. In the morning, the teacher talked to me. In fact, I have tried my best, but how can this result be? Really, this morning, the sky is gray and my heart is gray. Now, I just want to be early. It's almost 12 o'clock, and other students have been taken home by their parents. The students who had lunch at school were full, and the more I waited, the more anxious I became. The more I waited, the more disappointed I became, and the tears could not help falling. At this time, the teacher came over and told me that Grandpa was ill and had an intravenous drip in the hospital. My mother asked me to eat at school first. I was extremely angry when I heard this. She knows I have a bad stomach and is still angry.

It is already the first class in the afternoon. It's raining harder outside, and it seems colder than in the morning. Being angry is really unpleasant. I didn't eat at noon, and my stomach began to growl. Really cold and hungry. I began to feel a little too much at noon. It's not really my mother's fault. I was thinking, "Hey, your mother is waiting for you outside! Go quickly! " My deskmate yelled at me. Is it true?/You don't say. God, it's so cold outside. I rushed out. A familiar figure appeared in my sight. It's really my mother. I saw her whole trouser leg was wet, with an umbrella in one hand and a lunch box in the other. Her face is so haggard and anxious. At noon, all her grievances were forgotten. I completely ignored the views and eyes of teachers and classmates, rushed out of the classroom and threw myself into my mother's arms, gently asking, "Mom, it's raining, so cold, why are you still here?" "I'm afraid you don't have enough to eat at noon, so I bought you your favorite beef fried rice. Sit down and eat quickly. " Listening to my mother's words, my throat choked. I dare not tell her. Actually, I haven't eaten at noon yet! She took out a box from her bag and said, "Qian Qian, it's mom's fault. She didn't come to pick you up in time and made you hungry, but mom really can't leave. Eat quickly, it's still hot. Your father is going to the factory to deliver goods today, and your grandfather is still in the hospital. I have to go. " At the moment, my heart is like a five-flavor bottle, everything has a taste, but more is self-blame and self-blame. In my mother's arms, I secretly cried and shed tears of shame. I didn't let my mother see me, and I tried to cover it up. My mother smiled and said, "Eat quickly! The food doesn't taste good when it is cold! I'm leaving! " I didn't look up, just said "hmm". When I looked up again, my mother had already left the school gate, leaving me with a back. The back seems to have many meanings, but more is my mother's love for me. I stood in the wind for a long time with tears in my eyes and thought a lot. ...

5. It is required to write a 500-word paternal or maternal love composition with a topic as a clue, imitating the background, and not to write it too well.

It was late autumn, and it was cold and chilly. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously and barked at the bare treetops. The yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind and circled in the air, just falling and being rolled up again. ...

People's faces are full of chill.

My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless. Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter!

At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground.

Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear. ...

That's a beggar. She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.

Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms. Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She clung to the child. She wanted to give half her temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shivering. ...

At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, and the grass turned pale and the wood fell off, which was extremely biting and fierce.

She shuddered. However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child.

Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth. ...

She held the child tightly, stood up from the ground and walked away step by step ... Only the child in her arms was still asleep, as if she didn't know the predicament he was facing, or he knew that he would never be cold, because no matter how strong the wind was, his mother could shelter him, leaving him only warmth.

The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, and a warm current spread all over my body. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm. ...

6. Ask for a composition-"Grade 8, this is how I spent it" I look forward to more busy study, richer knowledge, more colorful life, more cheerful back, more "crazy" laughter and more sincere friendship in Grade 8. There should be all kinds of ups and downs —— Inscription in class, there will be our backs with our heads held high and our ears pricked up; When class is over, there will be our happy and playful figure and our arrogant but crisp laughter; On the physical education class, there will be our "heroic spirit" of lightly crossing bamboo poles; In the canteen, there will be a competition between us, just like a game, where the winner stands in front of the team and the loser stands behind it. There will be some insignificant changes in the eighth grade like this. Standing outside the canteen, sipping "jasmine honey tea" lightly, with my best friend's red face and panting, I will smile and say to her, "Thank you, I will help you squeeze next time." When you fail the exam, clench your fist: it doesn't matter, just try your best. I will never take everything so strictly, and I will never only look at my own setbacks. It feels good to admire yourself once in a while. Looking forward to the next attempt, come on; I will use my life to adjust myself, fold the quilt, wash the clothes, and tidy up the cupboard. In this case, just like drinking a cup of coffee, there is no tiredness and no fragrance in the mouth; Don't always hide in a daze in memories, think about some "glorious past" and "failed past" and let bygones be bygones. If you don't want to keep it in your heart, just put it all in your pocket and throw it where you can't find it. Anyway, the past doesn't represent the future, so it's better to be realistic. Will be more "tireless" to digest spiritual food, have their own streams, flowing in my mind, one day will be merged into a Wang Yang. I look forward to the eighth grade, and I will be more "legendary"; I expect that in the eighth grade, I will change my color and "debut"; I am ready to experience more ups and downs and feel more "taste" in the eighth grade; I am very happy, because I should be happy when I am in 8th grade. Eighth grade should be like this, all kinds of ups and downs.

7. Laughter Write a composition about laughter in my family.

I have a happy and warm home, which is full of laughter.

A few weeks ago, my mother bought some big and sweet apples, and our family ate them with relish. However, before we finished eating, mother put the oranges in the kitchen. A few days later, we took it out to eat again. As soon as I took it out, my parents scrambled to eat a big apple. I'm surprised. They usually give me a big one. A glance at that orange suddenly made me realize. It turns out that this orange was bitten by a bug. I said, "Stop arguing and I'll eat!" Of course, mom won't let me eat it. I added, "Mom, if you insist on eating, then cut off the half that the bug wants." Mother smiled happily and said, "What a good boy!" " "I smiled proudly.

Another time, my parents went to work in the fields and I watched TV at home. It's past 10, I think: it's past 10, and they haven't come back yet. Why don't I cook them a meal? I learned from my father's appearance, cooked some rice, poured some water and began to wash rice. After washing several times, put some water and boil it. After more than 20 minutes, the meal was ready. I think: the meal is ready and I need to cook. It happened that my mother washed some cabbage in the morning. So I put a little oil in the pot, lit the fire, put down the cabbage, and quarreled for more than 10 minutes, and it was cooked. I'll bring the food to the table. Look at the watch. It's 1 1: 20. Just took a bowl of rice, just then mom and dad just came back. I said, "Mom and Dad have dinner!" Mom and dad smiled with relief.

In my home, there are many smiles, which are the happy smiles of our family.

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8. The classmate behind, she is a beautiful girl; She is a helpful classmate: she is my good friend-Fan Jiawei.

Fan Jiawei is a beautiful girl. She is slim, tall and dark, but this does not affect her beauty at all, but adds a little beauty.

Her eyes are so beautiful: bright black eyes, like two shiny black pearls, and like a pair of black glass balls immersed in clear water. Any part of the steering track is smart and charming.

Plus a pair of glasses with lavender frame, it looks like a "little doctor". She sometimes uses plain headdress to tie a soft and elegant hair behind her head, and her hair is braided like a "little lady".

Fan Jiawei is a good girl who is ready to help others. Once, Fan Jiawei and I were playing Woodenhead.

Suddenly, a little girl accidentally tripped and fell so hard that she couldn't get up for a while. She was about to help when I stopped her and said, "It's not from our class. Whatever. She can't afford it. Let's keep playing. Don't waste time. "

Unexpectedly, her eyebrows twisted into two earthworms. She said angrily to me, "You don't care about other classes, do you?" She is also a member of our school. Think about it, what it's like to fall like this without anyone to help you! "Say that finish, he walked beside the little girl, helped her up and comforted her a few words. The little girl limped back to the classroom.

My face turned red. What a good classmate! What kind classmates! How selfish I am compared with her! She is a good girl who is helpful, but I ... in an art class, I forgot to bring a marker and couldn't draw.

When she saw it, she lent me the watercolor pen without hesitation, but she was criticized. I walked up to him guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so selfish ..." But she said, "It's good to know, and make a good change!" From then on, I got rid of selfishness.

This is my helpful friend. Today is my classmate Ye Hongming's birthday, so I got up early in the morning. After getting up, I prepared a birthday card and a gift for Ye Hongming, then I had breakfast in a hurry and ran to the appointed place with Ye Hongming.

At the appointed place, I found that three students were waiting, but I didn't see the shadow of Ye Hongming. After a while, Ye Hongming came limping. It turned out that he hurt his foot while riding a bike yesterday, so he walked like this.

After all the staff arrived, Ye Hongming started his birthday trip. Ye Hongming will take us to his house to play first.

At his home, we gave Ye Hongming all kinds of birthday presents. Ye Hongming was very happy after receiving the gifts from his classmates.

Ye Hongming turned on the computer and played go-karting with his classmates. Because I'm not interested in driving this computer game, I just read magazines. After playing for about an hour, Ye Hongming's mother took us to eat KFC.

When we arrived at KFC restaurant, we sat down in the place reserved by Ye Hongming's mother. Everyone chose a set meal.

Then most people go to the corner with slides to play cat and mouse. We were tired of playing, and the set meal we just wanted came up, and everyone wolfed it down.

After lunch, Ye Hongming's birthday cake was also served. We all sang a birthday song for him and wished him a happy birthday. Ye Hongming closed his eyes and made a good wish. There is really no room in my stomach, and I have an old Beijing chicken roll to eat, so I packed it.

After eating the cake, KFC restaurant also presented a small gift for everyone. The next activity is that the lame conductor Ye Hongming takes us to Mixiang Lake to play real go-karting.

I didn't expect the staff there to say that some of our classmates didn't reach 1.40 and wouldn't let us play. We argued with him and he scolded us, so we left there in a fit of pique. We changed our plan to go bowling.

Let's go back to Ye Hongming's house to get the bowling cards we need for bowling. In order to save time, we took a taxi to Shenzhen bowling training base this time.

Walking into the stadium, a series of fairways appeared in front of you. This is my first time bowling, and I am a little excited. I picked up a ball to play, but was stopped by the administrator there. Because we didn't change our bowling shoes, we should wear professional shoes to play bowling! We put on our bowling shoes quickly and then divided into two teams. My team has Ye Hongming and Li Tuanzhang, and the other team has two friends, Liu Qianqiang and Ye Hongming. We use a ball for each team.

At first, Ye Hongming and Li Tuanchang always missed. When it was my turn, I learned the posture of others and scored a goal. I ended up knocking over six bowling pins. Slowly, Ye Hongming and Li Tuanzhang can also play six or seven bowling pins, but I can't. I am very angry.

It's my turn again This time, I held my breath and aimed at the target, so I threw a ball with all my strength. As a result, I hit a straight hit. Everyone applauded and cheered for me. I'm so happy, because it's the first time in my life that I hit a straight hit! This is also our best performance today. After bowling for an hour, we were too tired to carry the ball. Everyone got into the taxi home exhausted, and Ye Hongming's birthday ended in joy.

I wonder whose birthday is next time? 2. Travel around the mountains and have a good mood. Study and enrich knowledge.

Participating in activities is even more beneficial. "Debate Competition" is a useful activity.

One Friday morning in the third class, it was sunny and sunny. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher walked into the classroom with a big smile on his face, looked around the classroom and said to the students seriously, "Today, we are going to hold a special debate to discuss' How about inviting students to dinner on their birthday?' "Listen to the teacher, there was a commotion in the classroom.

Someone said without hesitation, "Not good!" Some students looked around and then said slowly, "OK." Some students pondered for a while before reluctantly saying, "Not so good."

The teacher smiled and said, "Well, let's start the debate now. I think that the students who invited their classmates to dinner on their birthdays are active and stand on the podium." Students who think it is not good to invite their classmates to dinner on their birthdays are the opposition, sitting in their seats.

Now, please come on stage. "Few students came to power.

The wonderful debate was thus opened.

9. Write a short essay imitating the back. I won't talk about it later. Not all mothers have the opportunity to give their lives to save their children. Not all maternal love is as magnificent as a waterfall. On the contrary, most love is like a clear spring flowing out of a stone, singing tinklingly, clear and bright, trickling into their hearts, fresh, comfortable and special.

Bedsheets are a necessity for every household, which is very common, but this common thing is necessary and indispensable for everyone, just like a mother, which is very common but so important.

My mother is a careful mother, who knows how to get a lot of information from her family's words and deeds, so as to better manage her family. No, summer has just arrived, and the temperature has risen a lot. I casually said "it's so hot" at dinner, and she actually remembered it.

When I came home the next day, I found that the cotton sheets were replaced by bamboo mats, and I felt cold when I slept. According to grandma, as soon as my mother came home at noon, she found out the bamboo mat to clean and dry, and tossed it for a long time. At that time, the sun was very poisonous. She was sweating, her clothes clung to her body, her face flushed and she was very tired. After everything was over, she ate two mouthfuls of rice in a hurry and went to work again.

After work, grandma asked her why she didn't do it in the morning. It is much cooler in the morning. She smiled and said, "Little darling wants to sleep in the morning. Cleaning will definitely wake her up. Do it at night, and if dinner is too late, she will be hungry. " After listening to my grandmother's words, I felt my nose was sour and tears welled up. I know those tears are called "moving"

At the end of September last year, I came home from school one day and found bamboo mats hanging in the yard. I think the sheets have been changed. Yes, I really changed. I changed into light pink cotton sheets, which are very warm. 1 1 At the beginning of the month, cotton sheets will be replaced by flannel sheets. In March and April next year, cotton sheets will come back. Year after year, cycle after cycle. From this perspective, mother's care is not only for people, but also for the sky.

That tender maternal love, bearing infinite tenderness, has been flowing for fifteen years in the Spring and Autumn Period, as always sweet, warm and heartfelt. My mother didn't complain about it, and she was willing to do these trivial things, but it always moved people for a long time and it was difficult to sleep for a long time.