Fortune-telling Susan Wang _ Wang Fortune-telling

Emotional bond

Silent wind, blowing green the earth; Love, silence, moistens the soul.

I used to think that my father was a slow person.

When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.

Learning to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall down, and my father stood by and called me up to continue.

When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine.

It was my mother who gave me a birthday party and blew out the candles with me. It is my father who blows balloons for me.

Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my mother held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my father who was held tightly by me without saying a word.

..... because my father can't express his feelings, or ...

I began to look for the answer with my heart.

Every time, there is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

I always put a sharpened pencil on the desk the morning before every exam. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen always lights up. I know, it was my father.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it.

The file on the desk was put by my father.

The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father.

The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.

……

Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence!

Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is silent and warms the heart.

Fatherly love, speechless.

Mother and son (Susan Wang, Grade 2, Haigang Middle School)

Family, an eternal theme. It is this kind of affection that blood is thicker than water that accompanied us through every unforgettable day and wrote our colorful life.

Through the window of history, I peep, I see my family, and I see stories about the past, the present and the future.

More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rains and strong winds rushed to the boat carrying children. The children and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail. In this way, the separation of flesh and blood, the wind whistling. It looked at this scene with a smile and laughed at the thin mother who could not change the fate of separation of flesh and blood. I not only saw the tragedy of this scene in the past 100 years, but also saw the yearning of people living in different parts of the world in the days of separation of flesh and blood. Time flies, but thousands of miles away, there are also constant thoughts about mother and son. Yes, family ties can be diluted by distance and time! During the long night, fishing boats lit up their fishing lights. Through this slight fire, the son seemed to see the thin figure of his mother staring with tears. "Mom", my great mother, I must come back to you! "Hope" convinced his son that the darkness would be dispelled by the bright sunshine one day. Finally, on a sunny morning, a small fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born. Mother and son are crying and excited. At this time, the window of history watched quietly, proud of it, for mother and son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that under this joy, my mother still hides a trace of depression. It turns out that the mother has another son, whose name is Taiwan Province Province. Although Taiwan Province Province and his mother are just separated by a gorge, they failed to embrace their mother. His eyes are full of helplessness. In a dying tree near the window of history, a bird with broken wings cried, "Mom, I want to go home ..." Everything I heard was heartbroken. Ah, I see it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save her baby. Mother bird is tired of flying to find birds, but at the moment she doesn't stop, but is busy healing birds and finding food for them. Finally, the bird's injury was completely healed, and she flew in the air with her mother, looking around: the old dead tree grew new buds under the moisture of rain.

The wind is clear, the clouds are quiet, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Because of family, the world becomes wonderful; Because affection is bound to be a reunion of mother and son.

Love my son deeply, eager to feed back (Tangshan Haigang Middle School is quiet)

There is true love in the world and there is true love in the world. In deep feelings, the most important thing to remember is the affection that blood is thicker than water. The true love of blood is thicker than water is accompanied by the happy growth of children, and the feedback of blood is thicker than water, so that the elderly in Huasijia can spend their old age safely.

Everyone said that the father loves mountains, the mother's love is like water, the mother's love is gentle and sincere, the father loves mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers set each other off, playing a cheerful love song.

In a report, a story was truly recorded. In an earthquake, houses collapsed sharply, causing serious casualties to residents here. In the rescue of the rescue team, I overheard the baby crying, but found in the ruins that the young couple were carrying heavy objects with their own bodies, while the child among them was safe and sound, and a pair of parents made a love choice between life and death. Faced with such a choice, I think parents all over the world will choose surprisingly consistently, just because it is their child, and blood is thicker than water.

Landscape breeds civilization. We should protect the landscape environment. So what should we do about maternal love and fatherly love that is deeper than water and higher than mountains? A 65-year-old mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and was ill in bed. As a son, he witnessed his elderly mother lying in the hospital bed. At the moment when his mother's eyes collided with his own, he was heartbroken and decided to donate a kidney to his mother. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." What day did Shi Guo answer with action? He used love to make his mother's fragile body rock solid, and he used sincerity to give the greatest comfort to all mothers in the world.

Love our children deeply, care for them, it is deep love that brings the warmth of the family, and it is sincere action that writes about social harmony. Looking at the family is like a lamp, which quietly illuminates every corner of our lives, while the family is like the wind, which blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring.

This is the family, so unpretentious, this is the family, so unforgettable.

Affection, flowers, fragrance overflowing, soaking people's hearts and spleen; Family, crystal dew, beautiful and pure, lovable; Family, bright moon, elegant and quiet, soft and attractive! Ask close questions

Thank you, I don't want middle school narratives, but I think it will definitely help a lot when I get to middle school.

A novel composition about affection: Father's love is like a song, but father's love is the sky, and I fly in the care of father's love.

I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.

My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.

I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother.

At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on."

I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future."

I smiled and nodded hard.

When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it."

"I looked at my father gratefully, and my father taught me with tolerance.

Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret.

When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them."

After all, I am still a child.

"Dad told me a lot of truth, let me admit my mistake.

I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents.

I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.

I have a good father who taught me what love is.

I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life!

Writing about the troubles of growing up, and the topic of novel composition about family, are needed today, and urgent! ! ... growing pains: you can talk about what happened in your adolescence and your mood.

For example, conflicts with parents and classmates.

Affection: Maybe we can't have something that really touches people.

But we are ordinary enough.

You can talk about your happiness and troubles with your family at ordinary times.

But how do you feel when you finally understand your family's thoughts? If you want to get high marks (I don't know where you need these compositions), you'd better write about how your relatives love you.

In fact, these two compositions are the most novel themes as long as they are written in the most common and authentic way.

Because there are too many fabrications.

You just need to write down your true feelings.

True feelings, true feelings.

From the heart.

Your composition will definitely be better! ! I hope I can help you!

Ask for an article about family, about 600 words, with novel content, and the world you can't get out of is tired of your parents' nagging. I always thought that I had grown up and I could take care of myself and support myself one day. So, one day, I finally escaped from my parents' world, a little flustered, a little excited and a little uneasy.

I live on campus.

Coming to this strange environment, I thought I was completely free. I like all kinds of things that I have never met before, such as being like a duck to water.

However, I never thought about or deliberately ignored the string in my heart-the string connecting my parents.

Suddenly one day, I ran to the phone booth and dialed the number I didn't know by heart ... "Hello!" " A familiar voice came from my ear. It's mom! ! I can't tell you how I felt at that time. I didn't say a word anyway. I just listened eagerly to my mother's familiar breathing. At that moment, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world! I don't know what to say, just wait quietly, and Ling listens to the best and warmest breath in the world! "Hello, is this Xiao Jing? I can hear you breathing.

"At that moment, my eyes really fell, and my mother could hear my breathing! I am an incompetent daughter, so incompetent that I don't even know my mother's birthday! I hate myself. Why am I so selfish? Why don't I spend more time getting to know my mother and caring for her, even if it's just a little! I don't know what I said to my mother next, or when I walked out of the phone booth.

I only know that the next day, my father came and brought a big bag of my favorite snacks. At that moment, I really felt that kind of mood called "moving"! Dad said humorously, "these things are in the way at home and are easy to break." You might as well stuff them into your bottomless pit.

"Suddenly, my nose is a little sour. My father used to always say that I ate snacks and told me the disadvantages of eating snacks with his fingers ... Since then, the word "envy" has been deleted from my dictionary forever, because I have a mother who can hear my breathing and a father who sends me snacks.

It turns out that I am still so vulgar, and I am deeply moved by my parents' words and things, but I like this vulgarity because I have a string attached to my parents for a long time. Wherever I go, this string will not break. It will convey every trace of care, warmth and concern from my parents, and let me deeply feel the purest and most beautiful thing in the world-family!

Love spring has quietly come to us, the spring breeze gently blows the flowers red, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently? Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we hurried out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? Who quietly put a glass of milk at the corner of the table when we were studying late into the night? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? It's mom.

Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions, knowing the cold and knowing the heat.

Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we were unable to protect ourselves, my mother used her broad and selfless love to shelter us from the wind and rain without hesitation; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, mother looked at us silently and carefree; When we are happy, my mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she is still sad with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is! Since ancient times, many scholars have greatly exaggerated the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We get far more from it than we pay, learn to be tolerant, understand, be broad and think for others, but what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud? The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is filled with fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day? Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified.

Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers.

This is telling mom: mom, I love you! Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother in the tenderest mood and tell her, "Mom, I love you!" " "

A novel composition topic about family and 30% discount. There are so many fruits in my shop, which one do you like best? -I won't betray you. Whether we are happy or miserable, whether we are lonely or hesitant, the book will always be by my side quietly, sharing our joy and soothing our hearts. The ancients said: "The interests in the world are often half-finished; Those who save all their profits without being hurt less are just books. Don't ask rich and poor, old and young! Viewing a volume has the advantages of a volume;

Articles and materials about affection should be unique! The selection of materials should be novel. It seems that most of the essays involving family ties from childhood are about mothers, writing 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 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 bear.

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 my father in front of me. ...

How about a novel Chinese composition about family affection on June 28, 20 12? What is Yif Wang's feeling in Class Four, Grade Seven? Some people say that affection is a cup of faint green tea, which will feel warm when held in the palm of your hand; Some people say that affection is a sweet candy, which will make you feel warm in your mouth.

In memory, family ties are warm.

When I was young, it was cold in winter, so I often caught a cold.

So young, I have to drink this bitter herb.

Put the boiled herbs into a cup and take a sip. It's bitter.

So, my mother took a sip first, and I took another sip. I didn't cry, but my mother cried, saying that I had so many injections and taken so many drugs since I was born, and I was still a child after all! Affection is not a tear, it will be gone when it flows out, and it will stay in my heart.

Some people say that affection is a nagging word; It is also said that affection is like a stream, not as turbulent as a river, only caring and caring.

In memory, family is quiet.

When I was a child, I liked being with my father best, because my father was very tall.

When I am unhappy, my father will "hug" himself with his huge arms and then fly around several times; When I am happy, my father will buy himself his favorite marshmallow and then play hide-and-seek with himself.

Occasionally make him angry, he will say that children should be obedient and not naughty.

If he accidentally falls down and gets hurt, he won't cry, he will just say, Come on, take dad's hand and get up bravely.

Because there is affection, the road will not be lonely; Because of family relations. ...

A composition about love. Requirements: more than 700 words, the content should be novel and have real feelings.

Maternal love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love in the world, and the world has become more colorful because of maternal love.

When we were born, we began to bathe in the sunshine and rain that our mother loved.

Because of the care of maternal love, our saplings thrive.

Wind and rain are coming, setbacks are coming, and suffering is coming. Don't be afraid, because there will be maternal love to hold up a sunny day for us.

Do you remember that fairy tale that has been handed down for thousands of years? The mother watered the fruit tree with her own blood, so that her son would not starve to death after fainting.

When the son woke up to find his mother, her mother had been buried in the mountains, and the trees all over the mountain turned blood red and dazzling.

The power of maternal love is enough to create miracles.

According to a TV station report, a building in a certain area suddenly caught fire, and soon, the fire swallowed up the whole building.

In order not to hurt her little daughter, a mother ran in the raging fire with all her strength and finally rescued her daughter, while many others were buried in the fire.

Later, according to accident experts, it takes three meters to run from mother's house to the outside, and it won't burn.

Mother's speed actually broke the world record for long jump.

People are like this, so are animals.

When the wild antelope kneels to the hunter, won't your heart be shocked by maternal love just because there is a baby antelope in your stomach? When the old cow in the desert cried and begged the pedestrian to give the calf a drop of life-saving water, wouldn't your heart be shocked by maternal love? Everyone's growth is inseparable from maternal love, which has made great people's amazing moves, endowed artists with wonderful inspiration, enlightened scientists' keen wisdom and enriched our inner feelings.

Motherly love is like the stars all over the sky, dotted and reflecting the hearts of each of us.

Novel family composition material! Urgent! ! Feeling family is like a road sign in confusion, guiding you the way forward; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart.

My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I played on the playground with my classmates.

Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force and my chin hit a stone.

My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said that I should go to the hospital to get some stitches.

After learning the news, my mother put down her housework and rushed to the hospital at "superluminal speed".

In the hospital bed, I was very scared.

I saw the doctor fiddling with a needle, and suddenly, fear turned into countless tears pouring out of my eyes.

At this point, my mother ran into the ward, took my hand and comforted me all the time, saying, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine! Mom is by your side, I will always be with you! " I stopped crying and turned to look into my mother's eyes.

For the first time, I found my mother's eyes so big, so bright and so charming.

Gradually, I fell asleep.

I only vaguely remember lying on a warm and strong back.

It shook gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up.

When I woke up, I was already lying in a soft bed at home.

At this time, I will never forget who put a spoonful of nectar in my mouth and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes.

It's her-my beloved mother.

Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer them.

I don't want my voice to break the silence at the moment.

I am thinking, if time can stay, please let it stay at this moment.

Outside the window, the stars are staring at this place with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this warm hut.

They are quiet and don't seem to want to break the silence.

Family is like honey, which gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Family is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage.

Affection is a clear sky that clouds cannot cover!

I don't remember how much time I spent at my desk with my mother.

When I was a child, my mother always sat in that mahogany chair and taught me to recite Tang poetry and Song poetry over and over again.

When I was young, I naturally didn't know what it meant, but I just stupidly learned to recite it in my mother's tone.

Whenever this happens, my mother will laugh ... When I grow up, I finally understand that laughter is obviously my mother's comfort and hope.

To this day, my mother is still sitting in a mahogany chair to help me solve such a complicated problem, but I fell in love with computers when my mother was busy at work. Under my mother's thousand words of persuasion, I was finally angered by her tireless preaching. I threw the book in front of my mother and her mother silently walked out of my study.

From the dark bedroom where she didn't turn on the light, there came a low plea: "God, please open the child's heart now!" " "As time went by, my grades plummeted. I walked alone with my report card, and gradually felt like a stone, thinking that my ignorant anger had hurt my mother's heart, and I didn't even have the courage to go home.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the distance. She looked around and my heart was confused. What should I say if my mother asks about my grades? My mother saw me coming eagerly, held me in her arms with infinite tenderness, covered my hands with both hands, and gently lifted her wool coat to cover my shoulders and body.

I hid under my mother's coat, and the tears that I had been holding back finally poured out.

I said with shame and regret, "Mom, I am in poor health.

"Mom hugged me more, and we walked home side by side.

In order to raise me, my mother gave me endless love When I was sick, I remembered that she came all the way to buy my favorite food. In my life, I think of the days when she kneaded dough for the whole family wholeheartedly. In my study, when I think of the day when she was my tutor, I will have infinite strength and I can do anything. Some people say that mothers are angels. They teach their children to fly. My mother taught me to fly with such strong feelings.

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