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Write an 800-word composition on the topic of rain and dew.

Walking in the field, the breeze bursts, is this the wind sighing? The rain fell quietly on me, a drop or two. The following is my composition about rain and dew. Let's have a look.

rain and dew

The source of life in the world is water, and the rhythm of water is rain and dew. Sweet, rain and dew moisten the warm heart. Bitter, rain and dew blocked the passage of the soul. If sweet, bitter, sometimes sweet, sometimes melancholy. It seems that the road of life is just around the corner. If you step on it, you will reach the other shore. On the contrary, the infinite abyss is at your feet. If you step on it, it will plummet

The beauty of nature is attributed to the fruits of rain and dew; The flooding of land is caused by rain and dew.

So much for a beautiful life. After ups and downs, twists and turns, it finally reaches the ideal state.

Actually, it is not. He created the rain and dew in my heart, moistened my soul and made life delicious. Whenever you encounter a math problem? Abnormal problem? When, I will ask him for advice. Of course, he will tell me seriously and reasonably, neither too late nor too slow, which makes sense. He's just a short man with big eyes and small eyebrows. Nickname? Dwarf wax gourd? 、? Turpan basin? . Although he is heavy-eyed and short-sighted, he does have some rendering power, which is admirable.

After that class, I sat there, took out my math exercises, studied them carefully and kept calculating. Suddenly, a math problem trapped my mind and tied me like a hemp rope. I couldn't struggle. Look at him next to him. A single spark is burning and flashing, as if there is hope. Go up to him, bow their heads and ask: how to do this problem? Let me ask you something. Gee, nothing. Not difficult. Give me a draft paper and let me work it out for you. ? He said with a smile. After a while, it was really solved. ? Yo, you're good, so fast. ? Aside, I said respectfully, I can't believe you are not so tall, but your math is not bad. ? But he said disapprovingly: Gee, what do you know Concentration is the essence. ? Although I wanted to laugh, I held back. I only feel that the rain and dew in my heart moisten my hope, and my math scores need to be improved.

Since his great help this time, I have become more and more confident in myself. Since then, whenever I encounter a math problem, I will go to him to filter and get to the bottom of it. Of course, he is also willing to help. Look back: Gee, what do you know Concentration is the essence. ? Every time I listen to this sentence, the rain and dew in my heart will bloom again and fall bit by bit.

Every math exam, with his help, there will be some progress, although not big, but not small. I wish the rain would flow in my heart forever.

Rain and dew are still so sweet and warm my heart. I really hope the rain and dew can nourish everyone's hearts.

rain and dew

A classmate's common progress, a teacher's sincere greetings and a friend's enthusiastic help all let you see the beautiful dew. But do you still remember the sincere warmth of too many parents?

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, there was an infectious disease called "rash" at school. All the infected children were sent home, but they were also sent home sick because they couldn't stay in the closed school for too long. I envy watching my classmates leave, so I deliberately went to find my classmates with infectious diseases? Squeeze? . I finally got sick. As I hoped, I called in sick, but the consequences of this intentional illness were so serious that I almost died!

I was picked up by my father from school but didn't go home directly, but went to my grandmother's house. I didn't know until the end that my father didn't go home for fear that I would infect my sister. I didn't want to stay at grandma's house, so I tried to leave, and finally my father came to pick me up. It is forbidden to eat some spicy food, go out to watch the wind and take medicine for this disease. I can only let all the rashes come out of me. Who knows that my father prescribed medicine for me.

The next morning, I was foaming at the mouth and was taken to the hospital. People didn't dare to accept it, so my dad took me to the city hospital in Lu 'an. The doctor in Lu 'an saw it and said: There is no cure for this disease, and there is little chance of living? The doctor couldn't save me, so he gave my parents a critically ill notice, but my mother didn't sign it anyway, didn't give up my treatment, and asked my uncle to hire an expert. The expert also said? The chance of cure is very small, even if saved, there may be physical defects, not like normal people? . My grandmother died when my uncle went to ask for an expert. Grandma came back to sleep? I went to tell my fortune, and they told me that Yin Yin would wake up tomorrow morning. I don't know, but really? . Everyone is waiting for tomorrow with great expectation.

? Grandma? At six in the morning, I woke up. When my mother heard my crying, she quickly called my grandmother and rang the bell to call the doctor. The doctor conducted a series of tests on me and finally said with a sigh of relief: This child's life is really great, everything is normal and there are no defects. Why don't you stay in the hospital for a few days? . My mother suddenly hugged me and began to cry. I patted my mother on the back and said? Mom, don't cry. Am I not cured? .

My parents took special care of me after I came home from the hospital. I cherish all the warmth. The warmth of my parents will accompany me through all difficulties. In the face of danger, they must be my spiritual pillar, making the rain and dew more gorgeous and nourishing our hearts.

Early morning? rain and dew

The future is full of thorns, surprises and hopes, and a firm heart will never change!

? Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

Happy day. A happy day, a day full of hope, and a day of guilt.

Early in the morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and dragged my tired body down the street. There was no one in the street, only the breakfast shop was open, but in the morning fog, I vaguely saw the figure of a little girl. I walked slowly into the breakfast shop, ordered a bowl of white rice porridge and a bowl of beef noodles, and began to enjoy my delicious breakfast.

Slowly, slowly, the girl came to me. She was dressed in rags and her face was dark, as if she had just stepped out of the coal pile, but her eyes were exceptionally clear. In this way, she looked at me, and her bright eyes seemed to say, Sister, can you give me something to eat? Looking at her and my beef noodles, I am embarrassed to eat any more. I don't know, she turned away in disappointment. She seems to see something in my eyes. Every step she took, my heart felt as if it had been stung by something, so anxious and sad.

I seem to eat this meal slowly, as if I had eaten it for a whole year.

After breakfast, I walked out of the shop and out of this place where I felt guilty. I went back to the familiar street again. It's already 9 o'clock, and there are many people. In the bustling street, the girl appeared in my sight again. My feet began to lose control, and before I knew it, I walked next to the girl. Unconsciously, I held out the money tightly in my hand bit by bit and released it bit by bit. I don't want to do anything. I just want to use these few dollars to make up for my mistake just now.

? Why don't you go home? You can't help sneaking out of my mouth.

? Me, my parents don't want me! Ho ho? At some point, tears slipped out inadvertently.

? What about you?

I didn't lower my voice. A word from Grandpa Sugar Man? Sugar seller ~? I immediately hooked my soul. I looked at the old man and the little girl. I couldn't resist the temptation and left the little girl for a while. Goodbye? He ran to the old man without saying anything.

That girl may, may be disappointed in her. She finally met an intimate sister who talked to her, but she didn't expect her to leave so early. Just two sentences. I'm sorry

Unforgettable day

A day of guilt

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