Dreaming of the black land of my hometown every night. Dream of my father's unforgettable back every night. ...
In winter, there is a cold wind and a cold face. Dead leaves on campus float to the ground. "Excuse me, where does Ding Yan live?" "Oh, it's right there." Several familiar conversations, mixed with harsh coughs from time to time, disturbed me when I was still at a party with Duke Zhou. It's him, and I responded reflexively, "Here it is, Dad!" " "So I quickly waited for a while and opened the door. A middle-aged man with gray hair, his hands shaking and purple in the cold wind, how can a thin shirt stop the cold wind in winter! The trouser legs rolled up, and a pair of slippers that didn't fit well seemed determined to fight against his toe scratched by his shoes and stood in front of me with rickets. It's dad, yes, leaving a slender shadow in the cold wind. ...
"Dad, you came to see me. What's wrong? " I wiped my hazy eyes and asked trembling. "Today is not to sign up for the self-study exam? Here is the money for you. " As he spoke, he took out a brand-new hundred-dollar coupon from his pocket and put it in my hand. A pair of hopeful eyes. This is a 100-yuan coupon with a temperature. How many sleepless nights did my father get the money? The body temperature dispelled the cold wind, and the hopeful eyes drove away the confusion in my heart …
"I have to go back, son, and do a good job ..." My father said, patted me on the shoulder and nodded, then turned and shuffled, leading a creaking bicycle out of the campus. Dad left, with hope for me, and returned to the black land that still belongs to him, leaving a moving landscape behind him. Without too many words and blessings, I realized my father's fiery heart, and my back made me forget the cold outside the window. Winter seems to be fleeting. My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student or when I stepped on the three-foot platform today, it reminded me to be a strong knowledge and a real talent in society. ...
Father is back.
I have always wanted to write an article for my father, but I don't know where to start.
My father is very ordinary, an ordinary national cadre, and he is the kind of person who is particularly old-fashioned, honest, kind, upright and frank. My father is very knowledgeable, knowing astronomy above and geography below. When my father comes home, under the starry sky on a summer night, he will tell us which one is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and those two are the Big Dipper. My knowledge of astronomy should be said that my father was our first teacher.
Father also writes well. Every year during the Spring Festival, the villagers will bring red paper and ask my father to help me write couplets. My father is always responsive. My father is very kind. Whenever the villagers mention my father, they will say that my father is a great man.
What I want to say is the back of my father. It was the first time I left my parents to study in another city, and my father sent me to school (because it was my first time to travel far away). When we go out in the morning, it is already evening when we go to school. The teachers in the school have already left work. My father found a relative there, stayed there for one night, and it was dawn the next day. My father told me, "You have to sign up for admission and buy what you want. It's really no good asking relatives for help. I already told them. I have to go, take the early bus back and go back to work. " Father's work is very busy, I know that. When my father left, I felt lonely, helpless, melancholy and so on when I watched his fading back. I want to cry, but I dare not.
Later, my father laughed at me: "I know how you felt at that time, do you know?" 16 started to leave home, alone. Quietly sign up as a soldier. "Because of this, I learned to be self-reliant, self-reliant and self-loving. Another time, when I first joined the work, I went home for the New Year on holiday. When I went back to work, my father insisted that I get on the bus. At dawn, my father packed my bags and took me to the station. Help me carry my luggage to the car. I asked my father to go back because it was too cold. My father thought about it and left. After a while, my father came back with some snacks in his hand and brought them to me from the window: "Pinger, this is water, and there are some snacks for you to drink on the way." Take care of yourself when you go out. "I insist that my father go back and have a rest, because my father goes to work around 8 o'clock. My father went back under my repeated insistence, watching his father stumble, his back drifting away in the morning light, and I cried in the car. I know I have to take care of myself for the rest of my life. Of course, that morning, my father didn't know my sadness. Only after that, when I went home to work, I resolutely refused to let my family send me to the car. Usually my best friend or classmate gave it to me.
I'm afraid to see my father's aging back.
My father has retired. After retirement, mom and dad live a warm and healthy life together. This kind of warmth and calmness is beyond the reach of parents when they were young. Father, I will think of you whenever. I am in another distant city, bless you and your mother.
2. Imitate "Back" and write an article of about 600 words. My mother led me along the winding path, and I saw an old man pushing a fruit cart slowly forward.
The old man finally stopped and sat under a big tree to enjoy the cool. I looked at the old man carefully. The vicissitudes of time have carved several deep wrinkles for him. His black eyes blinked under heavy eyebrows. He is sallow and emaciated, and he is obviously malnourished. His expression was depressed, and his eyes kept looking at the car full of fruit. At this time, the old man thought, "Hey! Busy for a long time, I didn't even sell a catty of fruit. How am I supposed to live this life? . . "He was hungry, so he took out a peach from the car and chewed it.
It's July, and the sun is like fire. We are so thirsty that we can't wait for a spring to suddenly appear in front of us. Mom saw a fruit cart ahead, so she walked step by step, walked to the front of the fruit cart, stared at the fresh peaches and was reluctant to part. So she asked the old man, "Grandpa, how much is this peach?" E79FA5E98193E58685E5AEB93133332636365 "Hey, why don't you buy two catties, even if it's three yuan a catty." The old man said. Mother had only six dollars on her that day, so she picked two catties of peaches and handed them to the old man in six Zhang Yiyuan bills. The old man took the pile of money and was very happy. After receiving peaches, my mother and I continued on our way.
After walking for a while, I heard the old man's voice: "big sister, big sister." . "The old man came to us with a cart. Mother replied, "Grandpa, I don't lack your money. What are you pursuing? " "Sister, you gave me ten dollars more." The old man panted. I'm at a loss. It turned out that the old man found a ten-dollar bill in this pile of bills. He thought, "It is not easy for my aunt to make money. I must return this ten-dollar bill to her. " So he pushed the car and returned the money to his mother regardless of the weather. After he gave the money to his mother, he turned and hurried back. How kind the old man is!
Looking at the old man's distant back, I think I should also learn from this old man-that pure and kind heart!
The composition is about 600 words (***728 words, I hope I can help you.
Mom's back.
My mother is of medium height, with bright eyes and a slightly upturned nose. Square face, rosy head, elegant hair.
On weekdays, my mother always likes to wear those old clothes. But ... because of our brother and sister's sense of the times, my mother finally put down her simple heart under our intimidation. Put on the clothes that we think are the most fashionable.
Although mother looks much more beautiful on the whole. But her thrifty heart cannot be changed. Ask us what to do every day. For example, tell us not to be so extravagant in shopping and not to spend so much money on weekdays. Even when we eat a meal, we are scolded by our mother.
I remember one time. Mom just got back, and I was under great pressure in the exam. I quarreled with my mother in less than two sentences. Unload all the pressure from mother. Then slam the door and play computer. After a while, I vaguely heard the door close. I guess my mother is leaving.
Share my worries, just to let me get out of frustration quickly, cook for me, increase my nutrition, and wash my clothes, just to let me go out and play with my friends when I am tired of studying. Mother repeats simple and great work day after day. All housework is resisted by one person. The table is dirty. Clean it by yourself. Every day, the wooden floor is scrubbed, and the mother cleans up the dishes. Sometimes when she is tired, she bends down. It is her mother who is working hard and the family is moving forward. Dad can concentrate more on his work, and I can't leave my homework behind.
Looking at the bed that has been made for me, the quilt is folded like a piece of tofu, and the window is bright and translucent. I wiped my finger on the desk. There is no dust. Who can replace the silent and selfless mother in the world? My mother taught me with her own practical actions that I should be diligent, care about others and not be vindictive. Be tolerant in life. Think of the quarrel with my mother just now. I regret it. Heart. It still hurts faintly. I really regret it.
So I ran to the window. Look at mom. Looking at my mother's loneliness, the great figure slowly left.
My eyes also unconsciously shed glittering and translucent water drops. I saw my mother's back in the crystal ball.
4. Seeking to imitate the 600-word composition of "Back" I have read Zhu Ziqing's "Back", perhaps because I am still young, I can't really understand what my father's back left Zhu Ziqing, but I feel a little sour. Recalling the vast sea, I recall the past in my mind, but everything is vague, and the only clear thing is my mother's back.
At that time, I was in a large kindergarten class and had to take the exam to upgrade. For me so young, it was really a big exam at that time. That night, my mother didn't ask anything about the exam. I asked my mother to help me prepare for the exam. My mother said that she would do her own thing without any encouragement or comfort. At that time, my tears of disappointment flowed down.
The next day, I ignored my mother and ran to school with my schoolbag on my back. At the school gate, parents lead their children one by one, asking questions and questions about exams. I suddenly feel that I have been greatly wronged, and tears are spinning in my eyes. I thought, "doesn't mom love me anymore?" The more I think about it, the more wronged I am, but I still hold a glimmer of hope. I'll look back after two steps. How I wish my mother would suddenly appear in front of me like a myth. As we get closer and closer to the examination room, our hopes are fading. But I never saw my mother's figure, my hopes were completely shattered, and the tears of grievances could not stop, like spring water, and I choked into the examination room. During the exam, my thoughts wandered, and I accidentally saw a vague figure, which was so familiar-it was my mother, and I wanted to rest assured because I got the answer.
On that day in June, the child's face changed, and it was still clear in Wan Li. Suddenly it turned cloudy. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. I can't help looking out of the window. In the twilight, I can only see my mother's figure, so vague and clear.
I want to rush out and let my mother go home, but there is nothing I can do. I walked through the rain curtain and watched my mother's back for a long time. My mother's back in the rain is deeply imprinted in my heart.
5. Imitate "Back" and write an article of about 600 words, mother's exhortation.
What I can't forget in my memory is my mother's words.
In this era of fewer and better students, I was born in a special family because I have an elder sister who goes to primary school and a younger brother who goes to kindergarten. Naturally, the mother gave most of her care to her younger brothers and sisters. Although I am the elder sister of three brothers and sisters, I am still a minor who needs maternal love. Every time before I go out, I always say to my mother, "Mom, I'm leaving." Mother just casually replied and went on with her business. How I long for my mother to tell me like her brothers and sisters.
During the winter vacation, our family went back to their hometown for the New Year. Before school starts, my mother can't go back to Shanghai with me because of something. That day, my mother sent me back to Shanghai at the airport. In the lobby of the airport, I saw children and their mothers jumping around hand in hand. I am so envious. I want to do the same! But my mother said, "Don't go here, I'll check in" and hurried into the crowd. Feeling lonely and disappointed in the crowded hall, I'm going back to Shanghai alone. ...
When my mother came back, she took a lot of things besides the plane ticket. When she handed me the plane ticket, she pointed to something in her hand and said, "I bought you a cake, eat it when you are hungry, and gum." My ears hurt easily when I fly, and chewing gum can relieve the pain ... "My mother said carefully, carefully putting the food in her hand into my bag. When she bowed her head, the tip of her hair brushed my face, and a warm current moistened her eyes. I quickly dried my tears. Mom straightened up after packing, zipped my coat, looked at me and said softly, "It's cold in Shanghai, so put on more clothes." I just looked at her, waited for a while and nodded, and my tears came again. My mother sent me to the ticket gate, and I took the luggage from her and walked in slowly, expecting nothing and not daring to expect it. Suddenly, my mother's words came from behind me: "Sisi Lee, go back to Shanghai ... take care of yourself and don't forget to eat ..." Although the voice was very light, I really heard it, just like every time my sister and brother went out. I feel a look behind me closely following me, which is my mother's eyes, just like the eyes that my sister and brother should pay attention to every time they go out. I turned around and looked at my mother affectionately, letting my tears flow freely.
The plane took off, and I looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and my heart was full. Over the years, I seem to forget to look back, so that I left worried eyes and export advice. Now, I finally got them back.
6. Composition describing the back of mother 600 I have seen the back of Zhu Ziqing, perhaps because I am still young, and I can't really understand what my father's back left for Zhu Ziqing, but I feel a little sour. But there is one thing that makes me understand Zhu Ziqing's endless feelings, and that is the back of my mother ... 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. "Listen to my mother, my throat choked, I dare not tell her, in fact, I haven't eaten at noon! 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 deliver the goods in the factory today, and your grandfather is still in the hospital. I have to go. "At that moment, my heart was like a five-flavor bottle. Everything tasted, but it was more remorse and remorse.
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.