What is a reminder composition?

Question 1: Write a composition with an exhortation-600 words "that exhortation"

"Mom, is the water hot?" Grandma looked up and asked Zunai. Zunai shook his head hard, so he sat on a brown wooden stool and washed his feet. The stool was her dowry when she got married. It was engraved with exquisite patterns, and the original shiny color faded with the years.

The cool breeze blew them, and Zunai reached out and slowly tidied up grandma's wind-blown hair. Grandma looked up and smiled at Zunai like a child, then got up, stumbled to the window, closed the window and sat back on the stool.

Zunai's saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth and dripped into the tub. Grandma noticed the ripples in the water, looked up and snorted and smiled. She got up at once and wiped her hands and mouth with the handkerchief beside her. She gently rubbed her feet for Zunai. What small but vicissitudes feet! The three-inch golden lotus must be bent. Grandma gently scooped up the water and lifted it.

Suddenly a tune sounded in my ear. It was Zunai humming softly, and grandma shook her head and sang along. That's … a lullaby that grandma put me to sleep when I was a child! I have a strange feeling when I listen to this familiar tune and watch Zunai beat the beat.

So I've been leaning against the door. My father put his arm around my shoulder from behind and handed me a dress. He said, "Go and dress your grandmother. She visited my grandmother and got carried away. " I picked up that lovely dress and put it on her. Grandma looked at me affectionately and smiled.

Zunai's action of lifting her hair, grandma's action of wiping saliva for Zunai, and dad's clothes ... are just washing her feet, but they are like interlocking, blending the love of four generations.

Is this a trap? Accidental pictures and casual actions made me wake up. This shock woke me up. It turns out that love can be transmitted, and it turns out that love is endless.

I hope I can help you and adopt it. Thank you.

Question 2: I am a little careless and love to lose things. Sometimes when I go to school, I find that I have forgotten a book and a paper. So my mother always nags me that we should have a plan and good habits in our study. After a long time, I felt a little annoyed. I always suggested that she buy some "Jingxin oral liquid" to recuperate.

One morning, I finished the nutritious breakfast specially made by my mother, put on a red scarf and prepared to go out. At this time, my mother came over to help me sort out my collar and asked, "Did you bring a napkin? It is used to clean the table at school. Do you have the key? You can't enter the house without it, you can only wait outside for us to come back. " I said naturally, "I must have brought it." How could I forget to bring such an important thing? " "I don't know. Your keys are always lying around. Didn't I' pick them up' many times? " Mom smiled and helped me pull up the humble little zipper on my schoolbag. "Look, I have packed my schoolbag, and the zipper is not pulled!" It's still raining outside. Do you have an umbrella? ""of course. "I squatted down and began to tie my shoelaces." Did you bring a napkin? You have a runny nose recently, so wipe it yourself without a napkin! "Mom started the second round of nagging." Then you can hold it for me. "Now, I was caught by my mother. Holding a napkin, I turned to escape, but my mother caught me. I secretly prayed that my mother would finish her sentence quickly. " Are you sure you brought everything? Books, homework and so on? And ... ""Oh, I brought them all! Leave it alone! It's too late to bother, I'm leaving! ".Before my mother finished, I interrupted her impatiently and rushed out the door and downstairs. I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything.

Another morning, because of something urgent at work, my mother combed my hair in a hurry and went out to work. I had a good breakfast. I'm glad I finally got rid of my mother's nagging and became much quieter. I enjoyed the roadside scenery all the way. Osmanthus fragrans in the community is in full bloom, and I see a dandelion under the tree in the distance. I stepped forward and held it with my thumb and forefinger, wishing for the sunshine. Under my blowing, dandelion slowly flew into the distance. But when I got to school, I found that I not only forgot my key, but also my math book, which made me afraid to see our math teacher all day.

At this moment, my mother's words suddenly sounded in my ear, "Good tidying habits are the best way to solve the problem that you forgot to bring things". My face must be red at this time, and I will never laugh at my mother for letting her buy "Jingxin oral liquid" again.

Question 3: I can't forget that 500-word exhortation composition. My mother's voice has been floating in my ear for as long as I can remember. Mom's voice is so sweet when I am affirmed and so heavy when I make mistakes. For twelve years, it was my mother's voice that accompanied me through the ups and downs. When I was a child, my mother's sweet singing accompanied me to grow up: "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness,,,,,, "The voice is crisp and pleasant; How like a clear spring, that sound flows into my heart warmly; How like a wisp of smoke, that sound surrounds me. In my heart, my mother's voice is the most beautiful voice in the world. Time flies, I have grown from a toddler to a strong teenager. Every morning, I walk into the campus with my mother's advice. After school, I heard my mother's kind call again. However, mother's voice is not always so gentle, and sometimes it is very strict. I remember that Sunday, my mother asked me to go directly to the composition class of the training school after my English class. When I arrived at the training school, I saw some students skateboarding in the roadside square, which was my favorite sport! I joined them involuntarily. But I'm going to the composition class again. What should I do? I hesitated for a while, thinking: it's no harm to miss a class, because mom won't know anyway. Just as I was having fun, my mother's stern voice sounded in my ear: "Zhang Miao, come here!" " "Oh, the original composition teacher called her mother when she saw that I was absent from class. I went to my mother in a panic and bowed my head in silence for a while. I looked up and looked at my mother carefully, ah! In her eyes, I see not only anger, but also worry and disappointment. She finally spoke, but her voice was no longer so gentle and pleasant, but seriously, you already have a lot. Don't you know the purpose of your mother signing up for this composition class? Are you absent from class, running around without saying hello and worrying about your teacher and mother? " With that, she left without looking back. Ah, I see. Mom's voice today doesn't sound very comfortable, but it's all love! Mom's voice is like a melody beating on the strings. When I achieved something, my mother's voice inspired me to move on. When I failed and began to feel inferior, my mother's voice called me to strive for self-improvement and urged me to forge ahead. When I am happy, my mother's voice shares happiness with me. When I was sad, my mother's voice swept away my unhappiness. Mother's voice is better than a touching symphony; Mother's voice is like a colorful poem; Mother's voice is deep love for her son. Here I want to say to my mother loudly: "Mom, I love you!" " "

Question 4: Teacher, thank you for your advice. Write 600 words. Thank you for your advice.

The breeze gently blows away the yellow leaves, but it can't blow away the beautiful figure of the teacher in my heart. The warm current gently dripped away the troubles in my heart, but I couldn't walk away from the deepest kindness of the teacher. The affection between teachers and students is like leaves. Pick it up and enjoy it slowly, with endless aftertaste!

Whenever we encounter problems and things that we can't do, there is always a teacher beside us to explain them in detail, and take pains to explain them over and over again until we understand them. The crisp sound, like a wind chime, stayed in the leaves.

Whenever we don't do well in the exam and the exam results are not very good, we can always hear the teacher's conscious encouragement, such as spring rain, which slowly and gently drops into our hearts and stops on another green leaf.

Whenever we get sick with a stomachache or a fever, most of our classmates will stay away for fear of being infected. Although the teacher was also afraid, she still helped to pour water tenderly, cared about her dear child and sent her home with exhortation. Also leave it in the bay of green leaves.

In class, we are afraid to raise our hands to answer questions. Only a few people answered questions enthusiastically in class. The teacher frowned and looked at us expectantly, encouraging us to raise our hands to answer questions. The teacher smiled when we raised our hands timidly. The sound of "giggle ……" echoed in the classroom for a long time, and another leaf also recorded the story.

Looking back suddenly, a leaf contains the teacher's endless love. Everything on campus has changed, but the teacher's love for in my heart forever has made me unforgettable for a long time.