Once upon a time, where were you now? "Xiaoxue, come on, look, there are many frozen birds here." Hearing Bai Shu's cry, I put down my homework and went out. It's particularly cold this winter. I don't know when it has been snowing, which has killed many small animals. Bai Shu is just a person who loves a small life. "I said Bai Shu, can you stop making a fuss every day?" Don't you think they're pathetic? ""Yes, they are poor and I am poor. Let me in. "
I almost begged you. "Xiaoxue, if I were this bird, would you be sad?" I thought she was crazy again, so I casually replied, "I'll go in if you let me."
"Oh, then you go in." I think this is beyond my expectation. In the past, she let me in without saying anything. What happened today? I looked at her and saw her body shaking. Did she cry? "What's the matter with you? Hey, I'll watch the birds with you. "
She cried more sadly. Suddenly she hugged me and gave me a fright. "Well, don't cry, I'll stay." I don't know how that day passed, except that she was crying all the time.
I didn't know what happened until later. Her family is not so good, and the money for going to school is also funded by others. I was too lonely to live outside, so I asked her to move in with me for free.
She has a mother who only recognizes money but not people. Her father died a long time ago. She doesn't want to say a word to her mother, but sometimes she can't completely ignore her. After all, blood is thicker than water. That day, she received a letter, probably saying that her mother had betrothed her to someone else, or that she had sold her to a 50-year-old man. This was mentioned in the letter she left when she left. She wrote, "Xiaoxue, I'm glad you can do this to me. From you, I get the respect I deserve. Thank you! I'm leaving. I can't ignore it anymore. If I don't go, my mother will suffer. Thank you for your answer the other day. If one day you hear the result, please don't be too sad. Maybe it's a relief for me. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye! " After reading that letter, I cried my eyes out. "You big * * *, how can you do this to yourself? I order you not to do that! " She'll never hear it again.
I don't know how I spent the next few days, but I remember our little happiness in this room every day. This is my most impressive friend and the most rare friend in my life. Later, I graduated and left here.
Now I'm back, my dear friend, are you all right? "Her, you are here. Let's leave now. We are all waiting for you. The bus is about to leave. " High school classmates in the same industry are urging.
"Oh, here we go again." Lift my bag and look at everything in the house. Bai Shu, I've always been here, just like before. Have you been here like me? "Hurry up, or we'll miss dinner."
"Oh, here we go again." I hope you have a good life, Bai Shu! I closed the door.
(The writing is not very good, please forgive me! )。
2. composition "a period of time has passed in a hurry, and many memories have faded with the passage of time. But one thing impressed me deeply and moved me deeply, and that is the deep maternal love.
That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.
Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.
At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.
"Come here, son, put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...
An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...
3. An essay about flashback is an unforgettable thing.
Soon, the happy winter vacation passed, and there were many unforgettable things in the winter vacation. What I remember most is what happened on June 26th, 65438.
That morning, I got up in a hurry, dressed in a hurry and had breakfast in a hurry. It's time to do your homework. I took out my holiday homework, picked up a pen and put it to my mouth, thinking of a difficult problem. Thinking about it, I suddenly thought of last night's cartoon "Cats and Dogs". On the surface, I pretend to be thinking seriously, but all I can think about is the plot in the comic book. 10. 000000 105 Two minutes have passed, and I am no different. Three minutes passed ... time passed like this, and I was still in a daze. Suddenly, I thought of doing my homework and swallowed it. After finishing today's homework, I don't want to do tomorrow's. I wonder what tomorrow's work has to do with today.
So I watched TV, but I didn't think of doing my homework. If I do my homework by watching TV, my homework may be half finished!
I watched TV almost all day. If I do this every day, my eyes are not pregnant!
Suddenly, my father called me, "Sun Qi, come here!" " "I was so scared that I ran over in my slippers and asked nervously," What's the matter? Dad snapped, "Give me your homework and let me have a look!" " "My blood pressure is rising and my heart is pounding. My dad yelled at me when he saw how messy my homework was, which made me tremble all over. Alas, if I had known this, why should I have!
Through this lesson, I learned: cherish every minute!
One thing that is difficult to educate is that one summer vacation, I had nothing to do at home, so I amused myself with this composition. I found that one of the essays wrote the story of how the little author made a tumbler, and I was very interested in it. I felt very interesting after reading it, so I decided to be a tumbler, too. It is not easy to be a tumbler. I brought an egg from the kitchen. I want to make a hole in it so that the egg white and yolk can be poured out. So, I first took a needle and poked it at the top of the egg with all my strength. Unexpectedly, I poked the egg too hard and the table was covered with large and small pieces of eggshells. No way, I have to prepare to clean up the mess and prepare for a "comeback". This time I picked an egg that looked "firm" and poked it carefully with a needle. Bang, a small hole was finally poked out by me. But because the hole is too small, the egg white and yolk cannot be squeezed out at all. What should I do? Poke with something bigger, it will be too dull to poke a small hole. It may be too hard, and the first time you poke an egg, you will stage a "tragedy." I keep looking for a wonderful way to poke an egg in my mind. Suddenly, it dawned on me: is it not good to poke with a pencil? Because the head of the pencil is very sharp, the back will gradually thicken. Yes, that's it! I started with a pencil, sharpened it, and then slowly poked it into the egg. Finally, I poked a perfect hole in the egg and poured out the egg white and yolk. Then, according to the steps in the book, I drew him small eyes, two moustaches and a small mouth, and finally made up his hair-black wool. Hey, one drink is done! At night, I looked at the tumbler swaying in the wind and smiled happily. It seems that you must think calmly when you encounter difficulties, so that you can succeed!
4. During the period of writing a 300-word composition, I became sensible. Everyone has his own five flavors of life-sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, but the bitterness of that time made my young heart tremble the most. Let me from a simple little girl into a sensible girl.
I am a left-behind child, and my parents both work in Beijing. When I was only seven years old, I was put in foster care with my grandparents. Whenever my parents get on the bus to Beijing after the Spring Festival, I really want to go with them, but I can't.
At that time, I also wanted to cry, but I couldn't bear to part with my parents, so I always swallowed the painful tears into my stomach alone. I want my parents to walk with peace of mind! I really couldn't control my emotions the day before yesterday, and my feelings of parting erupted like a volcano. On that day, my parents were already packing and preparing to leave.
Thinking that they will leave me again today, I stood there staring at them with tears in my eyes. The damn car came and they walked to the door.
Seeing that they are about to get on the bus, I can't help it any longer. I was in tears, and my clothes were wet with tears, like an erupting spring. I shouted, "Mom and Dad, please don't go. Give your daughter some time. I can't bear to let you go! " My parents suddenly turned around, and they left their luggage and held me tightly in their arms.
Mother sobbed and said, "I can't bear to part with you, but we still have to feed the whole family, buy you beautiful clothes and shoes, and buy medicine for grandparents to see a doctor." Hey, don't cry "
"I don't want beautiful clothes or beautiful shoes, I just want you!" I hugged my mother tightly and said loudly. Mother finally picked up her luggage and walked into the carriage with her father.
I saw my mother sobbing in my father's arms through the window. I continued to cry loudly, and as soon as the car started, my hopes were dashed. I ran after the car and my grandmother caught me.
Back home, I stayed in Lacrimosa for many days, and it was useless for my grandparents to comfort me. Now that I am a sixth-grade student, I understand my mother's words better. I won't cry for parting again, because my parents should give me the right education and let my grandparents live.
The most important thing for me is to study hard and repay my parents' kindness with excellent results. Someone said, "Why are you moved? The world is so cold. "
But I, a sentimental little girl, don't think so, because one thing really touched me. It was a Monday morning. I am in the classroom, but I don't want to listen. Looking at the rain outside the window, I am worried: how can I go home at noon? Dad won't work outside, but mom will. I wish I had a raincoat, but my mother didn't buy it for me, really! Finally, the class was over, and I rushed to the carport with my schoolbag on my shoulder, pushing the car and running out.
I think my mother will definitely come, because she usually cares about me. But I looked outside the door several times, but I couldn't find it.
I was extremely disappointed. Seeing other students wearing clothes given by their parents and holding umbrellas, my little heart was filled with resentment. I ran all the way home, and the cold rain wet my clothes and my heart.
How I wish to see my mother. Finally, I met my mother at home. My mother was cooking. When she saw that I was soaked, she said, "Yang Er, you're back. Change into a thick coat, or you'll catch cold! " As soon as I heard this, I vented all my anger and shouted at my mother, "You still know that you care about me." My mother was stunned at first, but immediately understood, and said to me in an apologetic tone, "Well, it's my mother's fault. My mother shouldn't have refused to pick you up and let you come back in the rain.
But mom is very busy today. She will cook for you as soon as she comes back. There is really no time. The more my mother is like this, the more I feel wronged. I cried and said, "Then you don't know to buy me a raincoat." My mother listened and said, "OK, my mother will buy it for you."
Then make me a good meal, take off my apron and say, "You have a good meal at home, and mom will be right back." Then he turned and left. Looking at my mother's thin figure, I suddenly felt that I had done something wrong. I stopped my mother softly and said, "Mom, why don't you go after dinner?"
Mom listened, touched her red eyes and said, "No, mom will be back soon." During my mother's absence, I thought a lot and I began to regret what I had done.
About twenty minutes later, my mother came back with a new raincoat, and her pants were covered with mud. I quickly asked, "Mom, what happened to your leg?" Mom said hesitantly, "Nothing … nothing, just … I fell down. Look, look at the rain that Mom bought for you … "Boo … Boo … Mom, I was wrong!" " Before my mother finished, I threw myself into my mother's arms and began to cry.
Mom also cried, touching my head and saying, "Well, don't cry, hey, why is it not delicious after dinner?" "No, no, no, it's delicious!" I wolfed down my food, and my mother looked at me and smiled. At this point, I was so moved that I felt that my most sorry was my mother! It's been a long time, but every time I think about it, I will burst into tears, because maternal love deeply touched me and deeply branded me.
5. Write an unforgettable composition in flashback. Write an unforgettable composition in flashback.
Flashback component
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I hurt my leg riding a bike and lay in a hospital bed. The monitor smiled at me with a fruit in his hand. Looking at her enthusiasm like a big sister, I felt sad for a while What happened the day before yesterday caught my eye like a movie.
What happened in the classroom the afternoon before yesterday.
"Hey, good news! Watch Star Wars in the afternoon. " The "radio director" in the class started broadcasting before entering the classroom door.
Star Wars? It is starring Ge You and Cai Ming. Can it be comedy? Great! I'm so happy.
After two classes, the monitor gave out movie tickets. It's my turn I read "God bless" in my mouth and took a picture. You see, alas, the one in the back row is really bad.
My relationship with the monitor has been very good, I gather together to her ear:
"Are we friends enough?" I stared at her and asked softly.
"What's the matter?"
"This ticket won't do. Can you change it for me? " I seem to be begging her.
"What?" She turned to look at me, "no, everyone will have opinions. If I draw well in the future, I will exchange with you. If not, I can only admit that I am unlucky. " What a business-like look.
There is no hope of changing tickets. I said to myself, "Wait till I don't punish you." I snorted heavily.
After watching the movie, I ran into the classroom first, and the monitor walked last. My seat is right in front of her. She must pass me when she reaches the top. As a result, a plan to rectify the monitor soon formed in my mind.
I pretended to study the topic with my deskmate, but one foot slipped into the aisle. The aisle is very narrow, and only one person can pass through. The monitor came in a hurry "pa!" She tripped and fell forward, and her whole body fell heavily on the concrete floor. I think it must be very painful. She blushed and struggled to get up from the ground. Her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at me in surprise. I was at a loss and bowed my head in shame.
I was immersed in the memories of guilt, and suddenly I heard the sweet voice of the monitor: "Yun, does your leg hurt badly?" I sat up nervously, threw myself into her arms and cried with a loud "wow".
6. Write an unforgettable thing in flashback writing. In my mind, there are many unforgettable things, but one of them is my first cooking.
That summer. I go home from school at noon. As soon as I got home, 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." Seeing this note, I thought to myself, "Hum! Isn't it just cooking? Who wouldn't? Today I will show them my hands. "What should I do? Just 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. I knocked the egg with a little force this time and just hit the bowl. I was very happy at that time, and then I stirred hard and stirred well. I cut these noodles left and right, and they were all in a mess. When I turned on the induction cooker, the water in it boiled. I put eggs and noodles in it and cook them together. After waiting for seven or eight minutes, the noodles are ready. In the meantime, I turned on the TV and started watching my favorite TV series. After a while, I went to the restaurant and saw that the noodles had been cooked. I quickly poured the noodles into the bowl. I heard my dad say that vinegar and pepper would taste better, then I added some vinegar and pepper, and finally I tasted my "masterpiece". Ah, not bad, but a little spicy. I'm proud. I'm still eating my own noodles. Mom and dad will be very happy when they come back to taste my noodles.
This is my unforgettable first time. I never thought I would laugh at this. What about you?
7. I have a composition about flashback. Oh, oh, my mother's love is deep _ composition
"mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; When I am storm warning in my heart, I only hide in your arms. " Every time I read this little poem by Bing Xin, I can't help but see my mother's face, which is full of maternal love.
My mother is a middle school teacher. Her bright eyes are full of endless love. In my impression, her eyes and hands are connected in series, bearing a strong maternal love, turning into a series of brilliance, which let me bathe in.
My mother's eyes always show infinite concern. When I was very young, whenever I walked alone, my mother always looked at me with loving eyes and a faint smile on her face, which seemed to clear the obstacles ahead for me. A little older, when I can go out alone, my mother will tell me first, and then send me out with concerned eyes, as if to remind me to be careful on the road; Now, although my mother no longer watches me walk like a child, I know that her caring eyes are watching me move forward on the road of life. ...
Mother's hands are the carrier of her deep maternal love. My mother's hands are rough, and the wrinkles on them are one by one. They dry up in winter and are very painful. However, this still can't stop her from loving me. Once, in winter, the north wind roared, and my mother sent me to school. Suddenly, when she looked back at me with my bare hands, she frowned: "Why didn't I put it on again?" I didn't care: "I forgot to wear it, anyway, it's not cold, and it's okay not to wear it." But my mother insisted on handing me the gloves. "Order": "Put them on!" My heart was touched. I know my mother's hands can't resist the cold wind, so I don't want to listen. However, my mother's non-negotiable eyes finally made me wear gloves with her body temperature. The north wind blew in waves, and my mother's hands were chapped with blood and soaked with the blood of deep maternal love. My eyes can't help getting wet. ...
Bathed in this warm maternal love, I feel extremely happy. My mother wove a warm cradle for me with deep maternal love, and let me lie in this cradle happily.
An unforgettable thing in the sixth grade (in reverse order) 300 words An unforgettable thing has happened since I can remember. The most unforgettable thing is that my father changed my math homework last semester.
After school that day, I finished my homework quickly as usual. I thought my dad had nothing to do, so I might as well ask him to correct my homework.
So, I walked up to my father with great confidence and said, "Dad, would you please help me correct my homework?" Dad slowly raised his head, looked at me and said, "OK!" " "Dad carefully checked my homework, one question, two questions, three questions ... ah! The first big question is all right. I couldn't help laughing smugly. I jumped into a disco and kept twisting.
Suddenly, my father stopped the pen in his hand, and my heart suddenly came to my throat. Am I wrong? My face is a little hot. But as I expected, there was a big red cross on the handout.
My eyes are blurred and my mind is blank. How could I do anything wrong? Impossible, right? Dad finished my homework in a short time, a total of five forks. My father said to me earnestly, "Be more careful when you do your homework in the future, and check it carefully ..." That day, I was very sad and cried my pillow towel.
Calm down and think about it afterwards. It's all because I didn't check it carefully and I was too confident. I was so careless. Although it has been several months, it has left a deep impression on me and made me get rid of my carelessness.
9. The composition "One thing at school" requires flashback, and 500 words occurred in one thing at school.
Every day, in our school, many things happen, one of which makes me understand a truth and makes me unforgettable.
The thing is, when I went to physical education class that day, we girls were shooting, but I couldn't get in every shot, which made me very headache. As soon as Zuyi knew it, Zuyi came to teach me how to throw basketball, but I couldn't learn it, and I still couldn't get in every time. Zuyi told me to take small steps with my right foot and hold the ball with both hands, so I practiced repeatedly according to the movements taught by Zuyi. I want to give up several times, but I am still a little unwilling, because if I give up exercise, I will live up to the painstaking efforts of my ancestors, and my hard work will be in vain. After all, I have studied several courses and have to take exams in the future. I can't always avoid this sport! So I started practicing again. After several weeks of practice, I finally scored a few goals. I feel very happy in my heart. I feel that the hard work of these weeks has not been in vain, but I feel that the number of shots is still very small. After all, I only scored three or four goals after five or six weeks of school, and I began to practice shooting again. After these weeks of hard work, I finally scored a few goals in a class. I am really proud of myself, and I am very grateful to Zuyi for teaching me to shoot during this time.
It's hard for me to remember. It is unforgettable because of my sincere friendship with Zuyi. Zuyi taught me over and over again without any impatience, and when she encouraged me, whenever "give up" flashed in my mind, I would repeat these words in my ear. This incident made me understand that you must have confidence in everything, and you can never do anything well without confidence.
10. The sixth grade composition is the most unforgettable. A lot has happened since I flashed my memory. The most unforgettable thing is that my father corrected my math homework last semester.
After school that day, I finished my homework quickly as usual. I thought my dad had nothing to do, so I might as well ask him to correct my homework.
So, I walked up to my father with great confidence and said, "Dad, would you please help me correct my homework?" Dad slowly raised his head, looked at me and said, "OK!" " "Dad carefully checked my homework, one question, two questions, three questions ... ah! The first big question is all right. I couldn't help laughing smugly. I jumped into a disco and kept twisting.
Suddenly, my father stopped the pen in his hand, and my heart suddenly came to my throat. Am I wrong? My face is a little hot. But as I expected, there was a big red cross on the handout.
My eyes are blurred and my mind is blank. How could I do anything wrong? Impossible, right? Dad finished my homework in a short time, a total of five forks. My father said to me earnestly, "Be more careful when you do your homework in the future, and check it carefully ..." That day, I was very sad and cried my pillow towel.
Calm down and think about it afterwards. It's all because I didn't check it carefully and I was too confident. I was so careless. Although it has been several months, it has left a deep impression on me and made me get rid of my carelessness.