A composition on the theme of love

When I was a child, jiaozi was a big event in my family. At that time, life at home was tense, so we had to wait until the first day of the Lunar New Year to eat jiaozi. Ordinary days, including a meal in jiaozi for the first time, naturally became a holiday for the whole family. At this time, my mother was dignified and proud, kneading dough with one hand and stuffing with the other. The stuffing is fragrant and soft, and the dough is moderate in hardness. Finally, the washbasin was clean and didn't touch a star of flour. Then my mother instructed my father and my brother to watch fire, roll skin and deliver skin, which was quite like a soldier on the battlefield.

Generally, my mother always wraps jiaozi with two kinds of stuffing, one is meat and the other is vegetarian. At that time, the circular curtain was divided into two yards of jiaozi with different fillings, like a game between two armies, across the Chu River and the Han Dynasty. My brother and I often make trouble, confusing Jiaozi, and my mother is not angry. She poked her finger at my brother and me and said, "Come on, mom will teach you how to make lace jiaozi!" " My younger brother and I watched curiously, and my mother gently pinched the wrapped brim of jiaozi's hat and made a lace tassel, which was very beautiful, just like a little girl wearing a garland on her head. We didn't know that my mother had played a little trick. She mixed all the jiaozi with meat, which made my brother and I swallow with surprise and joy. My father and I ate those vegetarian jiaozi.

Those hard years and mom's Lace jiaozi gave us unforgettable memories. However, these memories didn't begin to clear up until they became fathers, as if they had been sleeping, and we had to wake them up at the cost of experience.

Since I was able to write a few books, my family's economic situation has improved, and jiaozi is no longer the Eucharist. I think of those miserable days when I was not sensible, and I think of the scene when my mother struggled alone after my father died. I think at least I can't let my mother be wronged again. Once I took my mother to a restaurant outside and opened a foreign meat dish. She shook her head again and again: "Mom is old, her legs and feet are not neat, and she is too lazy to go downstairs!" " "I used to buy fresh fish or seasonal vegetables in the vegetable market and make them myself when I got home. My mother doesn't like them very much. Hardly had she taken a few bites when she put down her chopsticks. I smiled at my mother: "You, you really won't enjoy happiness! "

Later, I realized that although there are many kinds of food in the world and people's appetites have changed, my mother insisted on eating only jiaozi. That's the best recipe her old man has cooked for decades. I know the only way is to keep jiaozi. Whenever I buy back the meat stuffing, my mother sees that jiaozi is going to wrap it up, so she immediately puts on an apron, mixes the dough first, and then wraps the stuffing, never letting others intervene. This spirit has returned to our childhood.

On the second day of that year, the whole family also hired Jiao Zi. I want to give my mother a surprise, because this day is her old man's birthday. I wrapped a jiaozi with sugar stuffing, wrapped it in a circle of jiaozi with a curtain, and then said to my mother, "You will be very lucky if you eat this sugar stuffing jiaozi today!"

Mom shook her head again and again and said with a smile, "How can I be lucky to eat so much jiaozi?" Said, and she personally put jiaozi into the pot. Jiaozi, like a small whitebait, churned up and down in the tumbling water, full of vitality. Looking at my mother's dim eyes, I can see that she wants to eat that sugar dumpling!

The hot jiaozi brought the plate and the table. I put three jiaozi on my mother's plate first. The second jiaozi mother bit the sugar stuffing and cried out in surprise: "Yo! I really ate it! " I said, "How else can you say you are blessed?" Mother narrowed her eyes with laughter.

In fact, my mother's eyes are really dim. She didn't know that I had played a little trick, and wrapped a marked jiaozi with lace candy, which was once wrapped by her old man's tutor. Lace jiaozi is full of maternal love. Now, I want to please my elderly mother with lace jiaozi.

Remember a blue rain umbrella.

My sight was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long. ...

That blue is as clear as the sky.

When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.

"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, really not ..."

Later, when I grew up, I didn't want my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard. I used to think that I had forgotten.

Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.

"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before.

Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.

So my eyes are tied to a blue umbrella. I am the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I am the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend. ...

All this is because of the oblique blue umbrella.

That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.

I don't know if it's good.

Spring Festival Impression

In this season of less snow and warmer weather, the Spring Festival unconsciously buried the dull days and came face to face. Looking at the newly bought calendar on the wall and counting the days when the last Spring Festival of this century is approaching, I can't help but sigh that the years are rushing and another quiet and busy year has passed.

As the year draws near, the more or less good impressions accumulated in childhood gradually fade away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks, jiaozi and lucky money, nor do we expect to grow up by one year and gain more knowledge 10%. The Spring Festival is not so much the happiest time as people suddenly realize that age is getting older and responsibility is at a critical juncture.

Give a general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write a nostalgic article, which has long lost its elegance. Like a host, talk about this year's major events, feel the past and present, think about the future, just to win the praise of supporters and applaud. If I deceive myself, maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day in 365 days of the year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial speculation into it, which makes it particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, restrain that kind of expectation and agitation, and get some subtle satisfaction outside the programs of eating, drinking, visiting relatives and friends.

Once, the Spring Festival left me many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel this festive and grand festival as I did in the past. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps because of their respective personalities and interests. No matter how various media play up the bombing, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. Compared with ordinary days, I am much more helpless, tired and heavy. Parents will go, relatives and friends will go, and colleagues will also go when they meet. Matter is always nothing more than eating and drinking. The cliches of congratulations on getting rich, happy New Year and good luck are uncomfortable, but they have to be repeated over and over again. Shopping, solve riddles on the lanterns, gifts, treat, year after year. People are like a top, which whips them around and doesn't even know where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we have to try our best to make ourselves as excited as children, watching the endless evening party and listening to others' laughter, but what we feel is our sleepy eyes, disappointed mood and hungry stomach. I'd rather go to bed at ten o'clock, read for a while, or play cards with my friends as usual. I always feel that on this happy day, I have no interest at all, and even always have a good appetite.

Tradition, culture, history and customs are all man-made products and formulated by our ancestors. We keep copying from generation to generation, evolution makes them brilliant, and network propaganda makes them soar and mutate. It finally restricts ourselves and violates the basic human nature-people long for freedom and happiness. Spring Festival travel rush can be said to be the clearest mirror, from which everyone can see such a tired and negative face. Even a trace of joy.

Yes, we are old and feel the vicissitudes of the world. This year's Spring Festival is copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart, and the rest may be something that can be called beautiful, but once? There is no place for us there. Is illusory. I have to repeat it when I know it is false, and I have to write articles to coax pedestrians and children.

Can't grow old, I'm afraid there is only childhood innocence.

& lt& lt Me and the New Year >>

I spent a very interesting Christmas in the snow. Listen carefully, the pace of the new year is approaching. Looking at the east, I just arrived in Chiang Kai-shek late and the sun was shining. We politely called him: Hello in the New Year!

In the past 365 days full of wind, frost, rain and snow, we have struggled, made progress, succeeded and failed. Our laughter, loss, confusion and confusion have all turned into beautiful memories. As Pushkin said in his poem: "The past will be infected with inexplicable acacia." Isn't it?

New Year is the starting point of time, and New Year's Day is the first milestone of time. On this day, we are thinking more about the future. Those upcoming undertakings, upcoming opportunities and bright prospects are looming ahead, waving to us with mysterious dreams and endless happiness. As a result, our hearts rekindled confidence and hope, regardless of fatigue and pain, and went through the storm without hesitation. The new year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, "if winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Yes, countless poems and paintings are waiting for us to feel and describe: the sunny morning by the lake, the dusk by the path full of petals, the misty rain on the bluestone path in Jiangnan Lane, and the green wheat fields in the north and west. .....

Yes, although the road ahead is still bumpy and the cold wind is still whistling, we still keep moving forward for the promise we made to ourselves, for the eternal hope and beautiful vision. ...

Standing on the snow-white starting line of the new year, facing tomorrow and the rising red sun in Ran Ran in the East, let's release the white dove in our hearts and say a sincere tunnel with a lily-like mood in full bloom;

Happy new year! ! !

Happy new year >>

In the morning, the weather is clear, the air is fresh, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, and the white clouds are soft and as white as washed.

Today's weather is good, accompany grandpa to visit relatives! Hehe, grandpa came today. Also take grandma, cousin, menstruation. Of course I'm happy (maybe there will be gains, hee hee! ~~)。

"Ah ha ha, hello grandpa, hello grandma, happy New Year!" As soon as my relatives arrived, I sold my mouth: "Congratulations on making a fortune, the financial resources are rolling, and the red envelope will follow!" " Hey! "

Grandparents couldn't stand my actions and took out red envelopes: "Then, here you are!" " "

"Thank you, grandparents, you are so lucky this year!" After that, I "fled back to my room" and put away the red envelope.

After the reunion dinner, we watched TV together. It's 9 o'clock. Dad seems to have forgotten something. He took something out of the room. . .

"Come on, grandma, dad, Xiaochao (my cousin), your profit is money, hehe!" Dad smiled and gave money.

After my relatives slept, I pulled my father to the balcony. . .

"Dad, you seem to have forgotten something. . . "I asked my father.

"What did I forget? You say it! " Dad is curious.

"You forget. . . You forgot. . . "I'm embarrassed to say it (can you guess what I want to say? ): "Congratulations on getting rich, it's really good!"

"Oh, that's it. No, I'm determined not to get lucky money this year! " Dad deliberately raised his voice.

"Oh, no, you are so rich this year that you can't bear to part with a little?" I said, "All right, all right!" Dad had no choice but to give in at last.

China's New Year's Dream >>

The slogan of "Celebrating the Spring Festival" can often be seen in TV advertisements, and it is these slogans that add a happy atmosphere to the Spring Festival.

Everyone goes shopping before the Spring Festival, buying a new dress, new shoes and so on. I am no exception. I heard that this means that the new year can change and good luck will come. I think the Spring Festival has both good and bad aspects. Of course, it is good for us. If we have a holiday, it is beneficial to collect it. For cleaners, the Spring Festival is a very hard time, and the garbage they have to clean during the Spring Festival has increased a lot. In fact, while we are happy, we should not destroy or throw things around. We "don't base our happiness on the suffering of others". Therefore, when we play in public places, we shouldn't throw things about. Only in this way can the cleaners celebrate the New Year. The government also held a fireworks show specially for people to "celebrate the Spring Festival". The party was held on the evening of 19. Many people came that night, and people even squeezed out of the road. Fireworks began to set off. First of all, before our eyes, bundles of colorful fireworks shot into the sky, and then exploded in the air, like beautiful flowers. Then when the air exploded, there were more fireworks in various poses. People still hear waves of "wow" from time to time during watching. However, after the fireworks show ended and people dispersed, the archway (local name) became a "garbage dump" with garbage everywhere. These cleaners are very busy. They all bent down to pick up rubbish. When I saw this scene, I thought: Those cleaners must be very tired after picking it up. Tomorrow is New Year's Day. It's really painful to be so tired! So let's stop littering and let the cleaners celebrate the Spring Festival. On New Year's Day, I was very happy to go to Guangzhou with my family. When we came to Guangzhou, I was impressed by Guangzhou as a bustling international city. There were many people coming and going in the streets, but they were also disciplined. I say this because they can feel that they have thrown unwanted things into the trash can, although a few people are not very disciplined. But compared with my hometown-Zhaoqing, there is still a certain gap. Although Zhaoqing has made progress, it can also publicize environmental protection on TV and put forward some rules and regulations, but I think it is still not enough. These rules and regulations have not yet acted on the general public, and our own environmental awareness is not strong enough, so we must strengthen education, and only strengthening education is the main way to improve people's environmental awareness.

Therefore, we must strengthen the education of environmental awareness, so that we can become civilized people, so that cleaning workers can also "celebrate the Spring Festival" and make our home more beautiful.

Emotional bond

Unforgettable love

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 New Year. My classmates were talking about the beauty of spring happily, but I felt bad. Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The whole class said, "Look, her lips are 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! " I woke up and 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" and my mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. Unexpectedly, I was hospitalized for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side. When I got well, I found my mother's eyes were black and her silver hair was a little more. ...

Father and mother

It seems that since childhood, most of the compositions involving family ties are about mothers, 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 love like his mother. He just expressed 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 has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under.

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

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there. My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her deep love for her father.

Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. 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. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my 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. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss. This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me.

At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, 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 thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. 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 what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. 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. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress 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 father who fears, 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 died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then,

But over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone. In the final analysis, it is still 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 the daily expenses seemed tight. 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. That sense of humiliation weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my dad and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death.

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 and loved money as much as I did at that moment. While I hate its filth, I am determined to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, from two yuan sports lottery tickets to one hundred yuan welfare lottery tickets. Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there with a pile of colorful papers 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. Deep down, at this point, I think my father is possessed, he is crazy, crazy in his unconscious.

I feel a little sad when I think like this. But what happened one morning made me feel heartbroken-

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 was oozing from them. So I took out my lip balm from my schoolbag and said, Dad, let me paint it 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 my father's face so closely in a long time. I saw that his face was thin, there was pigment deposition in his skin, and his eyes were full of wrinkles. I always thought I was the father of the "afterlife", but I was really old, so suddenly, I was caught off guard. Thinking about these days, my father is under great mental pressure, but I am still very unreasonable, demanding of him and never sharing the pain in life with him. At this point, my nose is a little sour, my heart is full of guilt, and I have a dull pain. I can't say why.

When I was going out, I left my lip balm with my father and told him to apply some if my lips hurt. My father insisted on refusing to take it, and stuffed 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, and I dare not look back, for fear that something suddenly wet on my face will be seen by my father.

On that day, I got a large amount of manuscript fee, plus a scholarship from the school, so I extravagant and went to a restaurant with my father. While drinking, father said a lot. He told me to study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and buy him a house for his old age, preferably a high-rise building-he wants that condescending feeling, and the room should have a new balcony, floor-to-ceiling curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary equipment, and ... ...

My father said something cheerfully. I cried in the dressing room on the pretext of getting some air. I can't say why, but maybe it's just out of pity. I pity my father and myself. Father said he would live in a high-rise house, a bedroom with a big balcony and sleep in Simmons. These words kept appearing in my mind for a long time and refused to disappear.

Writing here, I was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know how to end. I think it is possible that at this time, A Qiu's father can't stand A Qiu's indifference and is about to take A Qiu to enjoy her favorite Pizza Hut. Xiao Qiao's father just came back with Xiao Qiao's tomb sweeping. He must pray silently in front of the grave, and Xiao Qiao's mother can bless Xiao Qiao to be admitted to Fudan. As for my father, I know what he is doing. He just bought a small disc and is busy washing and cutting it in the kitchen. Although his cooking is not necessarily better than his mother's, I am still very happy. On such an early spring weekend, when I heard the gas turned on at home, the air smelled of happiness, even though I didn't have much money.