Winning strategy composition 1
It's raining outside the window, the moon is covered by dark clouds, the dark sky is like a lithograph, the leaves on a hu
Winning strategy composition 1
It's raining outside the window, the moon is covered by dark clouds, the dark sky is like a lithograph, the leaves on a huge tree are rustled by the wind, and the street lamp on the top of the tree gives off a faint light.
I leaned against the window and rubbed my eyes that had just been washed by the heavy rain. My heart is full of complaints and grievances. I have been thinking about the quarrel with my mother just now, and my anger seems to be burning more and more on the stove. I think of my mother's gentleness before, but since the third grade, everything has been worse than before, scolding and nagging have gradually increased, and dissatisfaction has become more and more profound.
I stood at the window for a while, trying to wait for my mother to make peace, but I couldn't fight a protracted war. I had to go out, gently pushed open the door and crept out of the living room, not daring to make a sound. In the living room, I saw my mother's shoes missing at the door. But at the same time, I am worried about what to eat without my mother. Make your own food and clothes? I just haven't cooked for a long time, and I'm afraid I can't even open the fire. I had to look everywhere in the kitchen and at home, but I found nothing. In desperation, I had to sit on the sofa and wait for my mother to come back.
An hour, two hours, I started to get nervous. Will something happen to my mother? It's still raining outside, and my hunger is getting heavier and heavier with my nervousness. I regret having quarreled with my mother just now. Finally, at eleven o'clock, familiar footsteps sounded outside the door, but unlike usual, I didn't open the door to meet, but sat on the sofa and pretended to watch TV. As soon as my mother came in, she asked, "Have you eaten?" I replied grumpily, "There is nothing to eat." Mother was surprised and said, "It's hot in the rice cooker. I am afraid of the cold, so I put it inside. " I can't help feeling annoyed at my carelessness. I searched the kitchen but forgot the rice cooker. Instead, I pretended to be plain and said, "Oh, where have you been?" My mother handed me the bag in her hand and said, "I remember. Aunt Wang's daughter said she would give you a counseling book the other day, but she never got a chance." They are going to travel tomorrow, so I'll get it quickly. " I didn't notice the heavy bag in my mother's hand. The plastic bag took out a red stick from my mother's hand, which seemed a bit dazzling to me. The lever is tied in my heart and I can't let it go for a long time. Even if my mother quarreled with me, she still remembered my study and did not forget to cook for me. I'm just stingy with complaining about unfairness. This kind of thing is not once or twice. This is my mother's love, concern and happiness. I searched all over the kitchen, but I couldn't find the rice in the rice cooker, just like being covered with love and forgetting the happiness that should not be ignored. This is really stupid.
It's still raining outside the window, but the dark clouds have dispersed from the moon. The sky is crab shell green, and the moon is swaying on it, which is beautiful. Dark clouds cover the moon is beautiful, the moon hanging in the blue sky is also beautiful, gentle encouragement is happiness, and severe criticism is also happiness. Maybe we shouldn't ignore the closest and deepest happiness.
Composition of winning by strategy II
Grandma is my closest relative.
When I was a child, my parents were busy with work and often entrusted me to my grandmother. It can be said that I spent most of my childhood with my grandmother.
Such a close relationship has gradually become strange with the passage of time. As I grew older, I began to feel that my grandmother was "rustic", ignorant of the trend and too nagging. With the increase of her studies, the number of visits to her is decreasing.
When I go back occasionally, my grandmother always greets me warmly, stands at the window and starts waving to me from a distance. She will also ask me how I am doing, "How have you been recently? Studying well, right? Are you used to eating in the school cafeteria? " At this time, I always concentrate on playing with my mobile phone and respond in a perfunctory and modular way, "Well, everything is fine." Grandma asked me to walk with her, but I always refused on the grounds that I was tired. "Nothing, you rest, I'll go alone." Grandma murmured softly.
"Grandma was diagnosed with cancer." Mother tried to suppress her emotions and said quietly.
I rushed back to my hometown overnight and looked at my grandmother lying in the hospital bed. My heart was suddenly pulled hard. Her hair seemed to turn white overnight and her face was covered with wrinkles. Next to her is a huge medical machine. Tears streamed down my face at this moment, and memories flew into my mind like butterflies.
I remember grandma's palm was big, because farming was all ravines, but it was warm. She always holds me tightly and wraps my tender little hand, no matter where it is. She will take me for a walk in the fields, go to the roadside to smell osmanthus, … In midsummer, she will take me to the park to see lotus flowers. He pointed to the lotus pond and told me that lotus leaves can be used to cook porridge, and lotus flowers that look like showers can be used as medicine. It seems so boring now, but I listened to it with relish when I was young. With grandma's company, it seems that all days are full of fun.
This contrast, it seems that my grandmother has been silently accompanying me. What about me? Even in the same space with grandma, there was no communication, let alone walking with her and taking her out to play. Slowly, because of my indifference and indifference, my grandmother stopped chatting with me and even laughed. Good memories of the past seem to be just shadows floating by.
Can't be ignored! Grandma's company. After all, the time spent with her is getting less and less. Just like she accompanied me when I was a child, I should take more time to go back and see her, talk to her about my recent situation and accompany her for a walk. Just as she expected.
Companies that should exist can no longer be ignored.
Strategies for winning the composition 3
The sun has set, and I'm still sitting by the window, staring at the book in my hand. The hero in the book is going through a life-and-death struggle and may die at any time. My heart also seems to be firmly tied to the protagonist, with the protagonist's fate ups and downs. I was deeply attracted by this book, and my eyes were fixed on it. It was dark again, and the dim light shone on me and projected on the book. The original clear black and white words have become "gray paper and black words", and the characters are hidden in the shadows, so I can't find their traces. I tried to get close to the book and finally read the words clearly. The plot in the book infected me, especially the hero's indomitable spirit in various dangerous environments, which made me admire. So, I also resolutely read a whole book in a dim environment.
It's late at night and I'm still sitting at my desk doing my homework. The tide of sleepiness flooded into my mind again and again, crowding out the idea of doing the problem in my mind. Suddenly I felt groggy in my head and couldn't help yawning. "no! I haven't finished my homework! " I woke up suddenly, rubbed my eyes and continued to do my homework. Writing, I feel sleepy again. I feel weak all over, my fingers are on strike, and the speed of doing my homework is gradually decreasing. I just lie on my desk and write. With the weight of the table support head, I feel that the pressure of homework seems to be reduced a little. I feel in my heart that this posture may lead to poor eyesight, but whatever, as long as it is comfortable.
At the weekend, I finished all my homework on Friday, so I had a chance to play games. On Saturday morning, I got up quickly and brushed my teeth. It took me a minute to solve the problem. After breakfast, I sat on the bed and played games. This game machine is like a magnet, which firmly attracts my attention. My soul seems to be sucked into the wonderful game world, and I forget the time when I play. It was not until noon that my mother urged me to eat that I realized that I had spent the whole morning in the game world.
In the process of overusing my eyes, my eyes gave me several suggestions. It says it doesn't ask for a raise, just needs a little vacation and a better working environment. But once again, I ignored its request and continued to exercise my privilege as a host.
When I was in class on Monday, I suddenly found that the teacher wrote the charm of China's calligraphy with chalk, or with that kind of inferior ink. A large area is smudged around each stroke, and some words become a ball because of too many strokes, so you can't tell what it looks like at all.
I rubbed my eyes and found that the words on the blackboard were more blurred. I couldn't help squinting my eyes and stretching my neck, but I couldn't read the words on the blackboard clearly even if my neck was sour. Only then did I realize that there was something wrong with my eyes, and I couldn't ignore it any more!
The next day, I regretted what the ophthalmologist said. It is because of my usual negligence that I am really nearsighted.
Dare not ignore it again! I immediately arranged a long vacation for my eyes, improved their working environment, and even hid the source of all evil-video games. I hope my attention can make my eyes change their minds and continue to work for me!
The winning strategy of composition part four
Smelling the fragrance of the food, I ran to the canteen and saw my mother's hard work, and my heart was full of sour feelings.
I ran to the kitchen. When my mother was cooking, I carefully packed the rice, picked out the chopsticks and put them gently on the table for fear that my mother would find out. As soon as my mother walked out of the dining room, I slipped into the kitchen to help my mother cook. Growing up, I have never cooked. This is the first time. I'm all thumbs. Accidentally spilled oil on me, and I screamed like a pig. My mother heard this and ran over to scold me: "Who let you out?" Doing these things is not what you should do! You go back to do your homework at once! "I listened, and quickly said," I have already written it! """If you write well, read a book. Now the exam is coming. You still don't study hard. How can I test the key points? "Mom is more angry. I ran into the room full of resentment and began to cry quietly. "Have a meal!" I was about to go out for dinner when I heard my mother shouting. Who knows, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a bowl of rice, full of vegetables, and there was a note below, which said, "Don't come out, waste time, learn while eating, and eat knowledge into your stomach." I am so unhappy that my mother won't even let me go out. Suddenly, the bowl was filled with tears.
Mom, I know you're doing me good, but do you know what you're missing? You ignored my help to you, and you ignored the good opportunity to cultivate my self-care ability! Mom, if a person becomes a learned scholar, but knows nothing, how can he support himself? Do you depend on your parents and others all your life?
The winning strategy of composition part five
On the first day of New Year's Day, the village was full of prosperity and excitement. People who have been busy for a year put down their work and went out to visit relatives and friends. I also took my little cousin door to door to pay New Year greetings.
It was already gray when we went out, but we still ran happily on the path to our relatives' house and soon got a big bag of candy and some red envelopes.
My cousin and I came to an empty yard. The stone table in the middle of the yard is full of sweets, but there is no one around. It should be surrounded by children. I was puzzled when my cousin dragged me into the hospital. Hearing someone coming, a middle-aged man came out of the back room and looked at us with some surprise. He was speechless and quickly put out the cigarette butts on his hands. Cousin smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, Happy New Year! My sister and I are here to pay a New Year call to you! "
Grandma mentioned uncle Wang the other day. I heard that his son has just committed a crime. Uncle Wang deliberately borrowed money from his grandmother's family, and it took a lot of effort to get his son out.
I took my cousin's hand and stared at him secretly. From uncle Wang's cold eyes, I seemed to perceive a little danger and subconsciously squeezed my cousin's hand. But she suddenly broke free from my hand, mumbled and slipped into the next room. I stood awkwardly and quickly bowed my head and said "Happy New Year". I left in a hurry before I could receive the red envelope handed over by Uncle Wang.
"Big fly, come and entertain the two cousins. I'll get something. " Uncle Wang said loudly and walked into another room. Seeing a young man sitting on the sofa made my uneasy heart even more uneasy.
The young man is really dressed differently. That bald hat can't hide his arrogance. The head hangs to one side, but the legs are stuck high, which makes it difficult to get close. Halfway through smoking, she greeted him faintly and said, "You two sit and play first. There are sweets on the table. You're welcome. I'll get a knife ... "Strangely, my cousin was just like at home after entering the room, lying on the sofa, swinging her legs leisurely and looking around. I sat aside carefully and reached for a piece of candy. Hearing the sound of a knife, I panicked and the candy fell to the ground.
After a while, the young man came out of the kitchen and sat across the table with a knife in his hand, bowing his head and saying nothing. I thought to myself, this brother can't sharpen a knife, can he? My heart is in my throat.
"Come on, have some apples!" He has a fruit knife in his left hand and some sliced apples in his right. I slowly hold the apple, and my hands are shaking. Cousin keeps eating fruits and sweets. She is very happy. I am bored, wondering why I am not as calm as my little cousin, knowing that my cousin is sitting opposite me, why are I still scared? Older, thinking too much? How can a few minutes be as long as a century? !
After a little calmness, I tried to chat with my cousin sentence by sentence. Between talking and laughing, he is not depressed like a cynic, but like a high-spirited teenager. From his eyes, I saw the light; I saw a smile on his face. When we talk about school life, his words are even full of uncontrollable enthusiasm and hope, as if he had returned to his school days. ...
At first, I was curious about what my cousin did, but soon after we got together, especially after my heartless cousin brought me happiness and sweet sharing, I no longer resisted my cousin's kind reception ... I thought I ignored his mistake, but it was not the case. What I ignore is the lingering prejudice in my heart.
When the moss is reflected on the ancient wood, when wrinkles climb up the corner of the eye, time quietly infiltrates life. When looking back at this road from the top of the mountain, please embrace the past years and yourself with tolerance and forgiveness. Who hasn't experienced rugged and ravines? Who hasn't been confused and sunk?
Be a naked child like a cousin! You might as well ignore obsession and prejudice, and you don't have to speculate on other people's thoughts, because only a loving and pure heart can radiate eternal light.