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No matter in school or in society, many people have had the experience of writing and are familiar with it. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So how to write a general composition? The following is an excellent composition I compiled for you. For reference only. Welcome to reading.

More than forty years ago, in a dark thatched cottage, a baby boy was born, and the room without a ray of light suddenly filled with crying. A couple finally slowly raised their children. ...

Once, a fortune teller in the south told them, "You are children, and you have a way in life. If you don't break it for him, something big will happen sooner or later. " I don't know whether women don't believe it or because they are too poor. I don't agree! "The boy grew up and got married. Although I drive a taxi for a living, my life is still very happy. Happiness seems to be seen in a small room!

The good times didn't last long. The man had a car accident and left this world. Misers, misers and penniless people left in expectation of being evaluated by everyone. When the fortune teller seemed right, his wife suddenly felt bereavement.

The wife has no choice but to remarry. She married a small restaurant owner and lived a plain life. However, the girl didn't say a word to her stepfather, and she saw her stepfather beat her mother with her own eyes. After a long time, the stepfather was even more embarrassed for his mother. The woman took great pains to take care of him and maintain her family, but if she was unhappy, her stepfather would still lock her out.

A girl with such a life background should be admitted to a good university, an excellent student envied by everyone, a filial mother and a heroine with a halo. But after all, life, girls become very rebellious, maybe it is the growth environment, maybe it is adolescence.

Not surprisingly, the girl dropped out of school. After a while, I dyed all kinds of hair colors and played in bars. I also worked as a coolie in a barber shop. When my mother passed the window, she saw that she was enjoying smoking. That day, it was so cold that people froze to death. It won't be so cold again in my life! Mother's tears dripped from her eyes. Did the sound of "stabbing" and "stabbing" freeze the tears or the heart that should be boiling?

Only the mother can understand the heartache along the way, but no one can understand it, while the girl still has no love, thinking that all this is caused by her mother and that she is unfortunate …

The sun is shining in the morning, but it is not warm. It was a cold early spring.

On the way to school, I saw a thin figure on the side of the road, hunched over, and her thin shoulders stirred up, which seemed familiar. Walking briskly, it was Al Yu Rou. She controlled herself and spit out some clear liquid. I quickly patted her on the back and put my other hand in front of her to rub her stomach. She told me with a wry smile that her stomach was upset in the morning, which may be because the food she ate yesterday was too difficult to digest.

As usual, there will be exercises between classes this morning. When I came back from running, I saw her throw up again. At lunch, she only ate half a bowl of millet porridge. I gave her some medicine, but she still vomited.

I really can't bear to see her sad. Her forehead is flat and there is not a trace of blood on her face. I accompanied her home at night, and when I was about to leave, she vomited again and fell weak on the bed. I asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital. She said weakly that it was all right, and it was much more comfortable to throw up. She was lying in bed and stroking her stomach feebly. Her sickly appearance was really distressing. I couldn't bear to walk away, grabbed her belly and rubbed it carefully. Her stomach is cold and bloated. Is the indigestible food still blocking her stomach? I began to press her stomach harder, and her body trembled with pain. "Uh-huh-uh-oh-uh-"With a heart-rending vomiting, her stomach became soft and slightly drooping like dough, and the food in her stomach was finally spit out by her, and there was no digestion at all. Yu Rou has always been very weak. I think her stomach is getting worse, and she often can't digest food. I decided to take her to the hospital sometime.

Every night, I go for a walk in Xuanwu Lake, because it is a good place for a walk. Day after day, walking rain or shine, I gradually developed feelings for Xuanwu Lake. Clear water, flowers and trees are like friends.

Xuanwu Lake is like a fairyland on earth in the urban area, located in rows of tall buildings. The vicissitudes of primitive simplicity of the Ming city wall blocked the noise and glitz in the city for her, like the most loyal guardian.

Walking through the gate is like entering a new world. The oncoming wind brought the lake moist, mixed with the fragrance of vegetation, and there was not a trace of hot air on the road. The beauty around is like a painting, a painting with green as the main tone. The dark green Metasequoia trees are tall and straight, as if inserted into the sky. Willow trees all grow by the water. They come in different shapes, but they all hang light green wicker into the water. The breeze blew, and the wicker crossed the water one after another, causing ripples. Where there are no trees, patches of tender green grass grow and cover all the soil hand in hand.

Walking on the road around the lake, my eyes are green. But suddenly, a yellow line appeared in front of me, which was very abrupt in a green lawn. It was a dirt road, a road trampled by countless people. It is like a wound in this green space, and I can't help but feel distressed for this green world. Not far away, a road paved with bluestone seems to have been forgotten, and a little moss has been born. When I set foot on the stone road, I was surprised to find that few people walked here and looked at the people coming and going on the dirt road. I don't understand how they take it for granted. Don't they hesitate when they step on the dirt road and have no feeling of love in their hearts? But then I laughed at myself: no, many people are numb after stepping out of the dirt road again and again in a green space. After all, they only did it to save themselves a few poor seconds and walk a few meters less.

After a while, I was surprised to find that the dirt road was covered with newly planted bushes. But a turn, not far from a dirt road has gradually taken shape. I was silent and my heart began to hurt again.