Help me. I need it badly. Write two compositions. I am in the sixth grade of primary school. I need it badly.

Father is a profound poem, which can only be understood by careful taste.

It is rare to have a real long talk with my father, and I always feel that my father is becoming more and more serious and rigid. There has been a deep generation gap between myself and my father, and I feel that I am no longer a good boy in my father's eyes.

I used to be the pride of my parents. In the past, sometimes I helped my parents do a little thing. At this time, parents always have a happy smile on their faces and their hearts are full of happiness.

I don't know when I learned to be silent, to talk back, and to slam the door to show my resistance to my parents. Gradually, I thought I had grown up, and I liked to hide my worries and deliberately keep my distance from my parents. How many times have I seen my father's embarrassed expression, and his eyes showed melancholy helplessness and incomprehension? I am proud of my so-called independence. I am becoming more and more reticent, and my father is becoming more and more serious and rigid. I gradually blame my father for not understanding and caring about myself.

But from that moment on, I finally understood my father's poem.

I remember once having a stomachache. I thought I would get better when I woke up. I didn't expect it to get worse, but it got worse. It was a little uncomfortable, but I survived.

Until the evening, the pain was unbearable. My first thought is my silent father. I thought, "Although he is a little grumpy at ordinary times, he still cares about me." Maybe you think it's really dangerous to be alone, okay I began to regret my rebellious behavior towards my father, but what's the use of regretting now? However, this city is preparing for the inspection of civilized cities. My father is a conscientious civil servant who sleeps every day. Considering his busyness, I changed my mind and thought of my mother instead, but she didn't?

Finally, I dialed my father's phone and he heard the news. It is raining in the sky. I thought my father could not get away. I began to sink into endless meditation. I stared into his eyes when he came into my room. What a pair of eyes His eyes are bloodshot, but he reveals a fatherly light. There seems to be a trace on my father's stern face. My father opened his mouth to say something, remained silent for a long time, and then asked me about my illness. My father used to be a doctor. Under the care of my father, I finally got better, and then my father left in a hurry. The ice between us cracked in an instant.

Father, only when you understand, will you suddenly realize that the truth is so profound. Father is a poem, a meaningful poem, a broad-minded mountain, a sea full of affection. In fact, both the sun and the moon in the sky love the earth, but their expressions are different. The moon shines on the earth with soft moonlight, while the sun uses light and heat. Father will not use words to express it, but only use actions to convey it. Although sometimes you can't see it, you will find that father, like tea, has a faint fragrance.

Ah, father, you have devoted so much love to me, but I have never found out how much I regret now, but it is hard to make up for it. Let me be your father in the next life and take care of you as you take care of me.

My first time.

Everyone will have a first time in his life, but maybe everyone's first time is different. The first time may be happy or sad, but every first time will add a test to our own life.

I had my first time, too My first time was a happy experience. It adorned my life for the first time. I have had many firsts, but those firsts have been forgotten so far, which gave me an indelible memory. I still remember clearly that it was the beginning of being late for class. I took out my homework and buried myself in writing. Suddenly, a classmate walked by me. The water in his bottle came out and fell on my homework. I've worked hard for so long and I've finished all my homework. At that time, my soul was gone, and I shouted "Ah!" The phone call alarmed the whole class and the teacher. Everyone looked at me. I watched the water spread on my exercise book. That classmate squatted next to me and kept saying to me, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" The teacher came over to the classmate and said, "Quick, help her dry the book. You are responsible for ruining other people's homework. " The teacher said that and left. I feel sad and want to cry, but I can't cry at all. I stood up and wanted to scold him to calm down. However, I sat down again. I didn't scold him, because I know that forgiveness is the most basic way to get along with others. He doesn't need to say it with his mouth or do it with his hands. Just a slight smile or a slight nod is enough. That book was soaked in a large area. I want to do it again with another book, but it doesn't matter. I have forgiven that classmate, not to mention that the classmate didn't mean it.

It was the most brilliant first time in my life. I forgave others for the first time. I felt a flash on my head. The dazzling light lit up my heart and made me have a second time because of the first time.

2. My first time

There are many firsts in our lives, the first time to wash the red scarf, the first time to go shopping by ourselves, the first time to sleep by ourselves, the first time. ...

It's my first time, too. There are many more. The most unforgettable thing is washing the red scarf for the first time.

At noon that day, I remembered that my red scarf had not been washed, so I wanted my grandmother to help me wash it. When I entered the room, I heard her snoring slightly, and I knew she was asleep. I thought: Grandma washed that pile of clothes this morning, and I forgot to give her a red scarf. Now I want her to wash it again. What's more, she fell asleep, and I let her get up. Grandma is tired from washing clothes in the morning. Yes, that's it. Do it.

I came to the swimming pool with a red scarf, turned on the tap to wash it wet, wiped it with washing powder, and there was no foam. I wiped the soap on the red scarf again, then brushed it with a brush, wiped it again, then washed it with clear water and dried it. I was so excited after washing the red scarf that I ran to my room at once. I will wait for grandma to wake up and tell her that I washed the red scarf myself. Finally, grandma woke up, and I happily told her that the red scarf was ready. Grandma also said happily, "Come and see me." I happily pulled my grandmother to the pool. "Look!" The red scarf is watery, and it looks particularly crystal clear under the sunlight, like the crystal clear sun. Grandma smiled, and I asked, "Why don't you clean it?" "Yes, yes, but there is a problem." "What?" "After washing a dress, pull up your pants and socks and shake them, so that they won't wrinkle." Hearing this, I realized my mistake and immediately took off my red scarf, washed it, pulled it again, shook it again, and then hung it back. Grandma smiled happily.

This is the first time in my life. There are many firsts in life, sometimes smooth and sometimes difficult, but we should all treat it in a good way so that you can