A composition that sees the big from the small.

I praise the faithful pine and cypress, the hedgehog against the west wind, and the lotus overlooking the sludge, but I praise the blooming plum blossoms.

When flowers fade, only plum blossoms are full of vitality. Facing the snowflake flying all over the sky, it stands proudly in the cold wind. It is freezing in the middle of winter, and the plum blossoms proudly blooming in the snow are so fresh and refreshing.

White flowers are red, and the petals are smooth and transparent, carved like platinum or jasper, which is somewhat elegant and pure. Some are as bright as the morning glow, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper. Plum blossoms bloom sooner or later, and you can see all kinds of flowers on the same plum tree. Some shy, pink buds are fresh and lovely. Some just bloomed, and a few little bees got in and greedily sucked pollen; Some bloom for a long time, and the pink petals make people love; Plum blossoms, which used to bloom, now have withered petals. The wind blew the flowers down, so you don't have to worry about them breaking. Plum blossoms are not delicate flowers, but the colder they are, the more energetic and delicate they are. There is a saying in the ancients: "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." It is not the gentle spring breeze that blows it, but the cold wind that blows it. It is not the cool and sweet rain that moistens it, but the cold ice and snow; It is not the bright sunshine that shines on it, but a ray of setting sun in the cold. Only a challenging life is a good life. It was a proud fragrance in the cold, and she smiled more brightly in the face of dancing snowflakes. It never competes with flowers for bright spring, nor does it show off its beauty. It has a pair of pride and is never arrogant. Every winter morning, it has a unique charm and elegant fragrance.

It is not only elegant and elegant, so that poets and painters in ancient and modern times are amazed, but also regarded as the essence of the nation with its ice muscle jade bone and Lingling Liuxiang. Plum blossom, with its noble, strong and modest character, gives people the motivation to work hard.

The color of plum blossoms is gorgeous but not demon.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is elegant.

Meihua's posture is ancient and exquisite.

Isn't this our construction worker? Whether the weather is cold or hot, whether it is windy or rainy, whether it is cold or freezing, they all work hard in their jobs.

I want to learn plum blossom, and I want to be like plum blossom.

Unforgettable affection There are many small fish in my mind, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the golden goldfish …

I remember when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the end of the year, and my classmates talked happily about the beauty of spring. However, I don't think it's good. Because I went to school in the cold of spring, my teeth shook when I got up in the morning. The classmate said, "Look, her lips are all blue." After several classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " When I woke up, I saw my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my temperature was 40 degrees. My mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave. Then, my mother quickly picked up the cup and poured me water to drink the antipyretic. I carefully found that my mother had sweat on her forehead and rolled straight down. I think my mother must be very anxious. I must get better soon.

I don't know why I had a high fever, and I was sweating like a pig after drinking the medicine. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was too busy to eat at noon and went to bed again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. I didn't expect to stay in the hospital for a week and four days. You can also log in to the composition network to contribute.

Every day when I open my eyes, I see my mother standing beside me. When I got better, I found that my mother's eyes were black and her silver hair was a little more …

Father and mother

It seems that from small to large, most of the compositions involving family ties are about mothers, and they are about their gentleness, kindness and love. We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father.

A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about it as much as his mother does, but only expresses it with actions. When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father actually has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they bear.

Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Joe is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a complete family. Joe's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there. His father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle and elegant, nameless and greedy. Because of this, Aqiao often says that mom is not good enough for dad and never hides herself for dad.

On Wednesday, when his father comes to school, Jane always walks around the campus arm in arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek when he leaves. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. A Qiu proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that her father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but her mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. Except for a ring he wears, he has no financial resources to buy gifts for others, but he has nothing to blame his wife.

Xiao Qiao just smiled and said, Aqiao is still like a child.

I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone expected, which may be influenced by her father who was a soldier.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict Her father always disciplined Xiao Qiao by running the army, demanding Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, and sometimes even unreasonable. For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible. Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers her father saying that the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time she thinks about it.

Xiao Qiao doesn't have a stepmother so far, but in fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper, and understand that people will actually have a lot of confusion after entering the age of no doubt. The pressure of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless; In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.

After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her respected father, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

Yes, unfortunately.

Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money. Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost fell in love with each other because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my father and mother really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how profound it should be for my father after my mother chose the lifestyle she wanted. To this end, I stayed with my father. I don't want to see the end of his 20-year painstaking separation. It's cruel to end up with nothing.

But in the past year, my relationship with my father has not become very harmonious, because we depend on each other. In the final analysis, it is for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father had to save part of his meager salary for me to go to college later, so my daily expenses became tense. After discussing with grandma, dad asked me to go to her house for dinner every day. My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look. The sense of humiliation weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my father.

My father looked at me blankly and tried to explain, but only said a few words. He said that you know our present situation, and we still need a lot of money after entering the university. There's nothing I can do.

Looking at my inarticulate father, I humbly told the truth, and suddenly felt infinite guilt, feeling that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father; At the same time, I have never hated money more than that moment. While I hate its filth, I am determined to make a lot of money and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, ranging from two yuan sports lottery tickets to 100 yuan welfare lottery tickets. Every time I win the lottery on TV, my father will definitely sit there with a pile of colored paper in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth.

Once my father told me happily that he won a small prize, with a bonus of 100 yuan. He said he might win1800,000 next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow, or ... I suddenly feel that my father in front of me is strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, quit smoking and drinking, and pinned his dream of making money on a pile of rotten paper, hoping to find a long-lost sense of dignity in them.

It's a little sad to think like this. But what happened one morning made me feel very sad-

Father who is washing his face says his lips hurt. Maybe it's because the internal fire is too heavy. I saw his lips split and blood oozing from it. So I took out lip balm from my schoolbag and said, Dad, let me put it on for you.

I leaned close to my father's face and gently lifted his chin with my left hand-this is the first time I have looked at his face so closely. I saw that his face was thin, there was pigment deposition in his skin, and his eyes were covered with wrinkles. I always thought I was an "afterlife" father, but I was really old, so suddenly, I was caught off guard. Considering that my father is under great mental pressure these days, I am still very ignorant.

When I went out, I left my lip balm with my father and told him to put it on if his lips hurt. My father insisted on not stuffing it into my schoolbag, saying that I had nothing to do and told me to keep it for my own use. I dare not argue again, nor dare I look back, for fear that something suddenly wet on my face will be seen by my father.

On that day, I got a large sum of money for writing, plus a grant from the school, so I went to a restaurant with my father and had a luxury. Taking advantage of the strong drinking, my father talked a lot and told me to study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and buy him a house to spend his old age, preferably a high-rise building. He wants that condescending feeling. The room should have a beautiful balcony with floor-to-ceiling curtains.

My father was in high spirits, so I went out for some air and cried in the locker room. I can't say why, but maybe it's just out of pity. Father said that he wanted to live in a high-rise house, but also a bedroom with a big balcony and sleep in Simmons. These words kept appearing in my mind for a long time.