No matter in study, work or life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. So how to write a good composition? Below are 9 compositions for the first grade of junior high school that I compiled for you. You are welcome to share them. Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 1
The person I admire most is my mother. My mother is a hard-working and enthusiastic person. Although she is an ordinary citizen, she is like a tall and straight tree in my heart.
The housework in our family is usually done by our mother, who is much more diligent. She can do everything from laundry to cooking, sweeping the floor, and washing dishes. Thinking of my mother getting up early and coming home late every day, delivering goods outside regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is really hard work! If it were me, it would be weird if I didn’t go crazy! Just because my mother is hardworking, I have to admire her.
My mother is also very enthusiastic. No matter who has something to ask her mother for help, she will do her best to help. Her mother will never say "no" easily. Even if there is something special that day that cannot be spared, he will still find time to help. others. I remember one time, Aunt Gao came to my house and said to my mother, "Xiao Hu, I am going to Qiaonan early tomorrow morning to purchase goods. Xiao Yu's mother-in-law cannot see clearly and is afraid that she will fall down and her grandfather is sick and cannot come. I want your daughter Xiangxiang to sleep at our place and help me take care of Xiaoyu. Xiangxiang is very sensible and can cook. She will definitely do a good job. I am very relieved. Xiangxiang will come with me now, probably at noon tomorrow. "I'll come back, do you think so?" "If so, I'll tell her." He agreed readily, relieving Aunt Gao of her worries.
I admire my mother, who is hard-working and enthusiastic. I am proud to have such a good mother! Composition for the first grade of junior high school 2
"I like you, your eyes are moving, your laughter is even more charming, I wish you could do it again, I caress you, that lovely face, hold hands and talk in your sleep..." I like what you are wearing The bright pink color sings "Like You" by Huang Jiaju as if glowing with light. Look at your bright eyes and white teeth, singing smartly and sweetly. Your voice is soft but powerful, sweet but strong.
The Hong Kong media once called you the "Little Queen with Big Lungs". Yes, you stand on the stage, thin and petite, but your singing voice has a stubbornness and strength that cannot be ignored. You are G.E.M. Deng Ziqi, just as you said when standing on the stage: What I want to share is not just music, but my real life.
Everyone is constantly searching on the way to growth. Looking for love, looking for dreams, looking for your true self, or the distant place you want to go. Standing at this step, you can't always see where the next step is. But once you arrive, you will always understand that there are too many reasons to push and accumulate step by step. As beautiful as a fairy tale, you can enjoy the most mysterious magic in the world.
You grew up in a musical family. Under the influence of your mother, grandmother, uncle, and grandfather since childhood, you have loved music and loved singing. It is no exaggeration to call you a musical genius. You have never tried composing music and writing lyrics casually. You completed the Grade 8 piano exam at the age of thirteen and co-produced commercials with Eason Chan. At the age of fourteen, you won the championship in the school singing competition. You were spotted by your music agent and officially signed as a singer. The youth that is about to shine is as dazzling as the rainbow after the rain.
Being able to write and sing seems to be a great favor given to you by God, making you a gift to the music world. After peeling off the colored cellophane, this crystal clear and lovely person will jump out. , glowing brightly, refracting a clear halo in the sunlight. And we, the ones who receive the gift, receive strength and temperature under the radiation of your voice.
It’s strange to say that you are so young, but your singing voice is always full of feelings, endless emotions, and plots with thousands of twists and turns, like novels, dramas, Like the big screen, more like everyone's life, real life.
I’m waiting, waiting for you to stand at a higher place and become a treasure in more people’s hearts, eyes, and ears.
Fortunately, God will live up to every talent. In 20xx, you on the stage of "I Am a Singer 2" came into the sight of mainland audiences gorgeously and stunningly. There were bursts of applause and cheers. You started from your own "Bubble", Jie'er to Wang Feng's "Existence", Beyoncé's "Ifiwereaboy", Karen Mok's "Without You", and even the Broadway classic "Ladymarmalade", each one is a classic, Each one is unrepeatable, has your own color and style, incomparable. Facing Shu Shu's singing stars and seniors, you are the youngest, but you are not afraid. In the end, you won the runner-up with the most brilliant battle. You said: "No matter what my results are today, I feel that I want to bring something that belongs to Hong Kong and is very influential in my background to this stage. If a tree wants to grow very tall, , its roots must be very solid, so I will never forget that I came from Hong Kong and grew up in this land. "Turn around, you, brave and independent, seem to have long white wings growing out of your back, flapping gently. , touching.
Listen, the daughter of God is singing. Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 3
The weather was sunny on X month X
The military training I had been looking forward to all summer finally started! Why do I look forward to military training so much? Because we have military training on campus, it is not as hard and tiring as military training in the military camp, and it also plays a role in training ourselves. It is really great! But I just couldn’t do it this morning.
After sorting out their things in the morning, all the 14 students in our first grade class went to the playground to listen to the teacher’s speech. The weather is so hot! Although it is already autumn, the temperature is still so high and there is no intention of cooling down at all. Students from 14 classes stood crowded together, and we were squeezed in the middle, unable to get any wind. At first, I stood with my head held high and my chest full of energy. After a while, due to lack of oxygen, I yawned so sleepily that I stood there drowsily. After a while, I felt dizzy. There was a lot of flowers and greenery in front of me, but no one could be seen. I shook my head vigorously. The swaying colors made me feel nauseous and made me want to vomit. Just hang on, I said to myself, lowering my head to avoid the dazzling sunlight. But I felt more and more weak and wanted to vomit. I covered my mouth tightly for fear that I wouldn't be able to hold on and vomited out. I was about to vomit in a few seconds. At this time, the crowd dispersed and a cool breeze blew over. I saw Teacher Cheng and hurried over. The teacher asked me to rest under the shade of a tree for a while, and handed me a bottle of water to drink. I regained my composure and returned to the team. Teacher Cheng asked me with concern if I was feeling better. The teacher is really like a mother, caring and helping me when I am most helpless. Thank you, Teacher Cheng.
The weather was sunny on X month X
This morning, our focus was on walking in unison. How simple it is to walk together! When I was in elementary school, I did nothing else during physical education class but practiced walking in unison. So, walking in unison was a piece of cake for me. But after practicing for a while, I didn’t think so anymore. It's definitely not as easy as I thought.
As soon as we came up, the instructor asked us to practice the posture of our arms, with the left arm in front and the right arm behind. Everyone stood motionless for a while, and I thought to myself: Should the instructor let us change hands or take a rest? But the instructor didn't do this. He kept saying to us: "Raise your back arms! Stand up straight and do it based on the military posture! Don't lower your head! Don't look around!!" Then he started to check each horizontal row. The arms of the person in front of you are not at the same height and are they bent. By this time, my arms were already sore and painful. When the instructor was looking at others, I secretly lowered my arms a little and took a rest. But this will not have the effect of exercising. I will never be lazy when practicing in the future, and I must stick to it.
During the goose-stepping exercise in the afternoon, I practiced the posture first and then the walking. This time, I felt that the posture of my arms was much easier than in the morning. I did not put down my hands even after raising them for a long time. Just when I was secretly happy, the instructor asked us to practice more with leg movements.
I’m so tired now! Everyone stood independently, with their legs straight and straight, without any bend, and the dangling leg had to be raised upwards. I always thought I had a good sense of balance, but standing straight on one leg for so long made me stagger and stagger. The instructor told us that they all tied sandbags to their legs for practice. I was really ashamed! It stopped working after just standing for a while. I must learn from the instructors, strictly demand myself, and strive to do better!
The weather was sunny on X month.
The military training has been carried out for the third day, and I have begun to gradually adapt to this strict military training. Today's training is not as tiring as the previous two days. It mainly focuses on walking in step, walking in step, and running. Because the instructor said he would find time to show everyone the training results of our class, we trained extremely seriously and hard, and the instructor shouted slogans until his voice became hoarse.
In the afternoon, an instructor came to select people during our training. He called me out and asked me to kick a few goose steps and walk a few steps, and then picked me out. I joined a new team. This is a formation composed of people selected from each class. I thought: Since I was called out, it means I performed well. But I cannot be complacent because of this, but must continue to work hard. Only in this way will I not embarrass our class and live up to the expectations of my teachers and instructors. Only in this way can I hone my will and create a new self in military training.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, our parents came to pick us up. The school had a day off and we asked everyone to go home and tidy up their appearance. Tomorrow, I will use my fullest enthusiasm to meet new challenges.
The weather was sunny on X month X
This afternoon, I returned to school again. My roommates and I came to the classroom with short hair and asked the teacher to check if we were qualified. The teacher looked at my hair and said that the hair at the back was a bit long. By this time, my parents had already left, so I had to call them and ask them to come back and take me for a haircut. Soon, my parents took me to a hair salon. After a hurried haircut, I returned to school. The students had already gathered, and I could only pray that the instructor would not let me run in circles around the playground.
Fortunately, I was not too late and just in time for training. The training of the formation team is really strict. The instructor asked everyone to do the military posture for 10 minutes as soon as they came up. When I was training in my class, I would always stand in a military posture for two minutes. Now I have to stand for such a long time, and I am really not used to it. Time passed by minute by second, and I felt that the standing time had been far longer than 10 minutes. When the instructor asked us to walk, my legs and feet were already sore and painful from standing. Later, the instructor picked two more students from our class. We must bring glory to the first grade (11) class.
In the evening, when I was taking a self-study class, a classmate asked me how to write a certain word. I was not allowed to talk casually in the self-study class, but I did, and I was punished to stand in military posture for 5 minutes. I will never do this again next time. Not only did I violate discipline, but I also affected other students. Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Chapter 4
The quiet songs of nature are quietly sung at the fingertips, forgetting the melancholy blackbirds flying happily in the sky. No one cares about the white reading in this corner. Friendship stretches along the notes, one section after another, extending to you in the distance. Are you okay? The sky is sifting with tears of longing. In the distance, there was a song that sounded so astringent and moldy. Helplessly, it confused me and made me unable to straighten up. I hid in the hut, wrote my mood on my face, and let the wind blow the little bit of helplessness and sadness into the wilderness where I had never harvested. Why should the sweetness of getting to know each other be eroded by the bitterness of parting? I can only write my melancholy and passion into lines of poetry and send them to you, no matter where I am. Where are you in the distance? You always say you shouldn't be pessimistic in life, but you have never created perfection for yourself. How many times have you cried for me, but you couldn't hide the pain in your heart. In the end, you realized that some things really cannot be changed. But I can feel your voice and your breathing. real.
Time passed by quietly, and today you are far away in a foreign country. I looked at the beautiful sunset outside the window and could only sigh that the sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was only near dusk. Gently, let me close the window in my heart. Waiting for you, waiting for you to bring the first ray of sunshine in the morning to me with your blessings from the clouds and greetings from the rain, letting me know the longing and melancholy in your heart. I leaned in front of the window and let the night pass me by. I believed that I would be able to find you in my dream. That was my only desire. Have you forgotten about you in the distance? You promised me that you would definitely meet me in front of that window. No matter how far away or how difficult it is, you will meet me. I promised you that I would compose poems about rainy days and copy the picture of meeting for you. Although I can't accompany you through the continuous spring rain and the long night, I will bring my passion to you in the distance. In the past, you sang a song with me, wrote a poem with me, and painted a picture with me, but you never held your hand or mine, and you never said that your clothes will become wider and you will never regret it. People are haggard. But those two lonely hearts are tied together. Yes, you won't ask about the hundreds of changes in the world, only in the hazy place in front of you. I will not find someone to walk with me on rainy days or talk to me at night. Your eternal heart will accompany me forever, just like the string between you and me, which will always play with our heartstrings. I will not complain about the unfairness of the world, nor will I miss our relationship with you, because you are looking for the sun in the distance. I would like to nestle next to a small tree and bless you. You who are far away, I really want to send you that song I wrote together, but that's it. The sustenance of your feelings and the witness of our friendship. Do you still remember me from far away? Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Chapter 5
The years are like flowers, they have sunshine, beauty, and desolation; life is like tea, it has enthusiasm, fragrance, and coldness. Under the moon, the sky is full of flowers, and in the wind I have dreamed for thousands of years. I knelt quietly in front of the Bodhi tree, held the flying flowers in my hands devoutly, and buried a hundred years of loneliness alone - Inscription
The moonlight is cold, the stars are cold, the small Xuan window How can I have a clear dream before? The green mountains are high, the clear water is far away, where can we meet again at the end of the world? Flying flowers late, longing for old age, two lines of clear tears, for whom will I tell my life?
Over the past hundred years, you have come and I have welcomed you; you have stayed and I have guarded you; you have walked by and I have waited for you. However, after a thousand years of waiting, the green lotus wick has turned to ashes. Who can laugh through the floating life, the wrinkles on the hair are ruthless. In the end, I was left alone, looking at the mountains and water, and staying in the old place.
Flowers bloom and fall, the song ends and people disperse, and they must finally part ways; I miss you when I pick up the pen, and mourn when I put it down, and the ink stains the paper and becomes fragrant. If I drink Meng Po Soup and walk across the Naihe Bridge, can I forget you? In this life of reincarnation, I passed by the Wangchuan River, and on the Santu River, the Manzhushahuahua blossomed. Look at the big red petals, the red is gorgeous, the red is amazing, it looks like our passionate love. Unfortunately, it still carries the tenderness of the devil and the desolation of not seeing each other. No one understands the grief in her heart? Smelling the fragrance of the flowers, I gradually walked into the dreamland and saw you and me in my previous life.
In my previous life, you and I were a loving couple in the Peach Blossom Spring. We work at sunrise and return at dusk every day.
In our free time, we walked around mountains and rivers together. We visited many scenery again and again, but we never got tired of it. Why do I do it for you? You said that because I am with you, this mountain is beautiful and bright, and this water is clear and sweet. So, I silently vowed in my heart: In this life, even if I can't accompany you to the end of the world, I will accompany you through the end of the world. At that time, we were not living a wealthy life. Sometimes I felt sad when I saw you busy weaving and raising chickens and ducks. In the dead of night, I quietly looked at the distant stars and moon in front of the window. The wind blew gently and cooled my body. But the next second, you quietly held my waist from behind, warming my heart. Let me ask you, madam, will it be hard for you to follow me? You said, idiot, I am the happiest when I am with you. Although I have a simple life, the warmth between rice and porridge is the best wealth, because I am with you. So at this moment, I silently vowed: Even if I can't give you good clothes and food, I will give you a lifetime of love, and I will never let you down to love and stay together in this life.
When you are happy, you like to run around me on the green grass, like a child who has stolen honey, while I like to watch you running happily, and I like to watch you happy. laugh. Your smile is the most beautiful flower and the most beautiful sun. It not only warms my body, but also my heart. Sometimes you will jump into my arms and let me hold you warmly. I will gently hold your forehead and never let you go. Seeing you struggling and saying let go, while gently beating my chest, I am happy, I am the happiest person in the world. I whisper in your ear: I just want to hold you like this, because I love you very much. Then you became quiet. This must be the quietest time, because I heard the sound of falling leaves. You vaguely said, "You can hold her for as long as you want. I don't feel bad if you feel tired."
When you are sad, you like to lean quietly on my arm and hold my strong arms with both hands. But I don’t like too many words at the moment. I like to shield you from the wind and rain silently. . One day, we were sitting on the green grass together, and you asked me why I didn't speak much or comfort you every time you were sad. At that time, I answered like this: That's because when you are sad, my heart is crying, and I am afraid that you will hear my tears when I open my mouth. After you listened to my answer, you didn't say anything, you just hugged me quietly. In fact, I also want to tell you that when you are sad, there is another reason why I don’t want to talk. I want to save the words until I help you solve the problem. I just want to say, "Look, as long as I am here, everything will be fine." It can be solved." But I have never said that, because I just like to watch you silently with a smile on your face, running into my arms and being hugged tightly by me.
My previous life was just an apparition in my dream, a dream that I would always wake up from; my previous life was just the beauty reflected in the summer bubbles, which shattered at the touch of a touch. In fact, from the beginning, I didn’t believe in the past life and the next life. But maybe because of your departure and my helplessness, I gradually placed my feelings and wishes on the past life and the next life.
Love can make people worry. Even if you have chosen to go to the road of no return, because of the deep love, I am willing to put on the cloak of loneliness. In my heart, this deep feeling has already been imprinted in my mind. I think that even if I walk across the Naihe Bridge, drink Meng Po Soup, and be reincarnated again, I still can’t erase the smile you left in front of my eyes. I thought that until I saw the end of the world, I would never be able to see you again, but I didn’t expect that as soon as I closed my eyes, I smelled you. It turns out that your shadow is longer than the world. When I raised my eyes, I saw you. It turns out that you have never left me, because you live in my heart. Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 6
Sunday is a rainy day. In the morning, my parents are taking my sister and me to climb the Purple Mountain. I am looking forward to it.
The sky is a bit gloomy, and my mother said it might rain, but hiking in the rain should be very cool. After parking the car in the parking lot, we started climbing along the mountain road. I climbed very fast at the beginning. It was drizzling all the way up and the mountain road was very cool. However, after a while the rain stopped and the mountains became hot again. I felt very tired and couldn't lift my feet as if they were tied with sandbags, so I had to walk slowly. While walking, I saw a grass that looked like a mimosa. I asked my mother, "Mom, what kind of grass is this? It looks a bit like a mimosa." My mother checked it on her mobile phone and said, "This is not a mimosa. This kind of grass is called fern. Fern was also the main food of Cretaceous herbivorous dinosaurs."
We continued to climb, and suddenly I heard my mother shouting from behind: "I found the baby!" I ran quickly. Mom looked around and saw that it was an oak tree. This was not a chestnut! On the way up the mountain, we met a little sister who was also climbing with her parents. So we made an appointment with them to continue climbing the mountain. When I climbed up to the pavilion halfway up the mountain, a wasp suddenly kept circling around me. My father tried to drive me away several times but he didn't. I was so scared that I closed my eyes and didn't dare to move.
Dad hurriedly opened the umbrella he had prepared when we boarded to separate me from the wasp. The wasp finally flew away, and we were so scared that we hurried away. But the little sister who was hiking with us accidentally stepped on a narrow manhole cover and cut her leg. She had to go down the mountain and go home.
We continued to climb up. After climbing for a long time, I felt very tired again. At this time, it started raining again and it became cool again in the mountains. Dad used the mobile phone navigation to set a destination. The navigation showed: 926 meters ahead to reach the destination. Listening to the navigation instructions, I kept climbing up the road until the navigation said it was over. After climbing to the destination, it turned out to be a small pavilion. The name of this small pavilion was "Yingchao Well". I also want to climb up and take the ropeway down from the top of the mountain. But my sister was so tired that her father was the only one carrying her all the way, so we had no choice but to go down the mountain.
On the way down the mountain, the rain slowly stopped and the sun came out. I also picked a small persimmon that was not yet ripe. Then, I saw a turtle dove, and my mother said that the turtle dove’s cry was very similar to that of chickens and owls. I stretched out my hand to catch the turtle dove, but the turtle dove was scared away by us. We saw another kind of bird. There are many of these birds on this land alone. Maybe there are many bird nests here.
We walked for a while and saw a strange flower. It has no leaves. This kind of flower is called Lycoris, also called Manzhu Warsaw. It is said that after a person dies, his soul will go to the underworld under the guidance of Manzhuhuasha.
We continued to go down the mountain while observing the trees and scenery on both sides of the road. I saw many long bugs. They were dark all over, with yellow rings on their bodies, and many thin legs on both sides of their bodies. Some are extremely long, almost as long as my hand. My mother told me that it is called millipede, also called millipede.
When I was so exhausted that I arrived at the parking lot, I could finally take a rest, and I felt happy.
I had so much fun climbing the mountain today. Although I was very tired, I still persevered. When I grow up, I believe I will climb to the top of the mountain! First Grade Composition Chapter 7
Grandpa is back.
He wore a bamboo-woven straw hat and a snow-white short shirt. His trousers and cloth heels were stained with mud, and large beads of sweat ran across his cheeks and disappeared on his generous chest. . That's right, grandpa just came back from the fields. He wiped his sweat while placing the dishes and chopsticks, "It's time to eat." Grandpa shouted to me who was watching TV on the sofa, "Oh." I responded, seemingly calm, but in fact, I had a secret that I couldn't now Tell grandpa the surprise.
In the early morning, grandpa went out with a hoe, and I quietly got out of bed, following his footsteps. Watching my grandfather's figure disappear into the field, I turned around with relief and walked in the opposite direction, because I wanted to complete a surprise that only I knew about.
I took a taxi to the market and walked into a shoe store. The interior was gorgeously decorated and the shoe racks were filled with all kinds of shoes. However, I was not satisfied no matter how I looked at them, because I wanted I chose the most beautiful pair of canvas shoes for my grandpa, so I bought a pair of white-soled canvas shoes. Holding the shoes in my hand, I seemed to see my grandpa’s smile. After wrapping them in a gift box, I wanted to go to the cake shop. , but the remaining money in my hand could not afford the delicious and mouth-watering cakes, so I thought: I can use a fruit platter instead! I clutched the remaining fraction in my hand and walked to the fruit market.
In the afternoon, I went home with the gift I carefully selected for my grandpa, but he hadn’t come back yet. I looked at my watch and saw that there was still an hour left, so I took the fruit to the kitchen and started making it. Fruit platter. After working for a while, the result finally came out. It didn’t look inferior to the cake. Look at the juicy peaches, crystal ball-like grapes, and the bright red apples showing through the milky yellow, as if they had been coated with a layer of cake. The wax still exudes a sweet fruity aroma! I put the gifts and fruit platter on the round table in the center of the living room. After turning off the light, I squatted in the corner and listened to the beep of the electronic watch. Get up now and then.
About 5 minutes later, the heavy iron gate in the yard rang, and the sound of heavy and slow footsteps, as if they were tied with sandbags, came.
Grandpa is back! I can't hold back my excitement. Grandpa walked into the house: "Why is it so dark?" As he spoke, he turned on the light with his hand. I couldn't wait to jump out of the corner and said, "Grandpa - happy birthday!"
Grandpa was stunned at first. Then when I saw the gifts on the table and my bright face, turbid tears flowed slowly like a stream, down my old cheeks. I took the cotton shoes out of the gift box and handed them to my grandpa. Grandpa couldn't hold back anymore. He stroked the pair of cotton shoes with his skinny fingers and burst into tears. I patted my grandpa on the back like an adult and said, "Grandpa, I owe you a lot. A birthday is nothing, so don't cry." To be honest, this is the first time I have seen grandpa cry when I have grown up. Grandpa wiped it with his hands. I wiped my tears and said with a smile: "This is the most beautiful gift I have ever received in my life."
My grandpa and I laughed together, and the laughter echoed in the air. Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 8
As a student of No. 12 Middle School, in addition to the endless study and homework at school, there are occasionally one or two interesting things that make up for the boring study life.
A few days ago, the biology teacher took us to the laboratory to conduct microscopic observations of "onion epidermal cells and oral epithelial cells." I worked together with a classmate, first listening to the teacher's explanation, and then watching every move of the teacher:
Turn on the lights, process the film loading, put the object on the stage, adjust the knobs, and adjust the magnification , observe with the left eye...as smooth as mountains and flowing water. After the teacher demonstrated, we began to operate. Needless to say, we were in a hurry during the operation. Just talking about the results of our reports and observations was enough to make us laugh -
Our reports were like wild horses that ran wild, trampling this "green grassland" beyond recognition in an instant. . The biology teacher didn't think the excitement was enough, so he loudly announced the results of our reports one by one. In one group, the teacher looked very interested and rewatched the process of their experiment over and over again. During the observation process, the teacher kept making retching gestures and cursing: "It's so disgusting!" We were curious, and a group of people rushed over and said, "Oh, my God!"
——It turned out that they were doing tartar observation. Our performance was not inferior to that of the teacher. After observing, we formed a group and made a "vomiting" gesture, as if we had collective food poisoning. For a time, the classroom became a mess. Happy laughter comes and goes!
However, this is not very interesting. The interesting thing should be what happened when I finished the experiment and went down the stairs. There are three rectangular iron rods on my right side, with very small gaps in between and slopes, so I thought of passing the book in this way. First, let my friends respond on the floor below me, and we can send and receive each other like this. When the book was passed down, it suddenly fell into the gap, then fell down and was lost to sight.
At this time, my classmate also passed along, "Woohoo" - the book fell on an electric box. At this time, the whole class came to help him get books. But because it is at the junction of the first and second floors, you cannot get it directly. You can only use a book to knock it down to the next floor. After unremitting efforts, his book finally came out. And my book was "magically" found by my classmates!
These two things are the most interesting things for me in the past few weeks. Although the process is a bit nonsensical and meaningless, the happiness it brings to me is so simple, yet endless aftertaste... ... Grade 1 Composition Chapter 9
Looking through time and space, I seem to be looking at your rickety back and your hands that never stop making cloth shoes. There are a few more wrinkles on your forehead.
When I was young, I was very naughty. You could always see my figure walking back and forth in the alley all day long, so that my shoes were always worn out, exposing those white and tender toes. head. At this time, you walked out of the house with a smile as bright as a flower, holding the newly knitted cloth shoes in your hand, and told me to put them on while scolding and worrying.
In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the cloth shoes you usually wear can no longer withstand the biting cold wind, but you are omnipotent. Looking at my little fat feet that are purple from the cold, your eyes are filled with joy. It was distressing, and his eyes were so soft and soft that they spread all over me.
Then, there was another busy figure sewing cloth shoes on the kang. A few days later, another pair of brand new cloth shoes, unique cloth shoes were born, with an extra layer of cotton inside.
But who knows, those pairs of warm cloth shoes, when the clock is ticking, in the early hours, when the street lights outside the window cannot illuminate the dark night, you are the one who made the cloth shoes. The figure still did not stop.
Now, every time I dig out a pair of old cloth shoes from that old shoe cabinet, it will evoke a long sigh in me, and then I blow off the dust on the shoes, and there they are. The dust contains the warmth of time, which nourishes my heart.
Even if you are already very old, your old cloth shoes will have endless aftertaste.