Author: Jieshi Mountain
In the late autumn of that year, my father kept coughing, and the whole family thought it was a cold, and no one cared. Besides, big brother's family is building a new house, and his eyes are black. After a few days, my father had bloodshot sputum, so he went to the village doctor for an injection. A few days later, I still have a fever and cough. The doctor said, go to the city and have a look.
One day when I came home from work, I realized that my brother-in-law had taken my father to Tianjin Cancer Hospital. My sister told me that my father had lung cancer. I remember that I didn't dare to cry at that time, but I just stood there, oppressed by the overwhelming fear, oppressing my heart and feeling dull pain. I looked at my sister, her face was full of tears.
I arrived in Tianjin the day before my father's operation. Dad was pushed into the intensive care unit after the operation. He has lost a lot of weight, his face is sallow and he has a lot of tubes inserted in his body. Looking at dad lying weakly in the white sheets, like a nobody.
A helpless child. After a while, the doctor came in and asked the nurse to turn dad over and look at his wound. That's when I happened to see the knife cut from the right chest to the back. I couldn't help crying, crying for my dad. pathetic
Dad, watching him struggle in the ocean of pain, like a drowning man, there is nothing I can do.
I don't know why bad luck came to my house, but the devil chose dad. He is smart and healthy and enjoys a good reputation in the village. In his early years, when he was a production captain, he took the lead in building a boat to fish in the village after contracting to households.
Thanks to his cleverness, our family soon became rich. Every year when the Spring Festival comes, my father always brings wine and meat to send money to the lonely old people in the brigade who look after the yard. When my father was 60 years old, he bought a motorcycle of over 10,000 yuan.
Ride it to the port to collect marine products. Young people in and out of the village, even in the city, know Dad and are willing to do business with him. Dad never hides his skills and takes them to build a seafood wholesale base. None of us have.
I believe that such a father will be knocked down by the disease.
In the morning, I pushed my dad to stand in front of the ward and watched the gray sun in Tianjin. Dad was quiet, staring at the morning sun and never looking back for a long time. He is as melancholy as a poet, and sorrow fills his broken chest.
Inside. I held his hand and said, after a while, we can go home. The sun in our house is brighter than here. Dad said, I don't know how many times I can watch the sunrise, but I can count it with a snap of my fingers. After listening to my father's words, my heart was sour.
Tears can't stop pouring out.
It happened to be the fifteenth day, and the moon was round and big at night. I stood in the hospital yard, my hands folded, looking up at the moon. I said to the moon, God in the sky, I would like to shorten my life by five years. Please let him stay in this world for a while and accompany us.
The days passed day by day.
Spring blossoms, white pear blossoms and pink peach blossoms in the yard are in full bloom, but dad is not in the mood to take a look. Because the pain tormented him. The cancer cells in the right chest spread into a bulge, which is very prominent. This one
It seems destined that God must take back his father's life and cannot disobey or violate it. If you can't help him prolong his life instead of suffering, the only thing you can do is to make him comfortable.
I never believe in ghosts and gods. After my father fell ill, I would rather believe it myself. Respect all people, be humble and respectful, hope to forgive yourself by respecting others, and wishful thinking can touch the gods. Every time I go to the hospital to buy medicine, I have to detour to the small church near Nanguan Waiguo Winery. Looking at the cross erected high, I prayed for a miracle in my father's illness.
There is mom's old watch next to dad. The pain came. He bit his lip, frowned, covered his lungs with his right hand, lay on his side for a while, and then turned over. In less than a minute, sit up and put your legs under and in front.
Tilt, knees support the whole upper body, and shake from side to side. I felt that he almost held his breath, then took a deep breath, accompanied by a groan of head-jar voice and head-jar spirit. Even though it was so painful, he never forgot to take a look.
Between. Although he knows very well that his time is limited, it is so expensive and extravagant for him to disappear every minute.
Dad rarely has an anodyne day. For him and us, it's like a holiday. This is the happiest time for the whole family. Take his hand and go outside to keep warm. My father and I especially like noon. A pair of suns
In the state of satiated food and drink, the sunshine is released without hesitation, warm and not irritable. It's sunny, and it's a dusty world. Everything lives in its own state. Dad said in literary language
Show his feelings. Then squint and sit on the wall and stop talking. I looked at my father's strange expression and felt that he was very lonely. I quickly gave him a massage and rubbed his legs, trying to break the rigidity of this sentence. Dad said to me, "Don't be busy,
Take a break! I still have a head. "The thorn in my heart suddenly jumped out and went to the fields. I know there is an end to doing these little things for my father, and I don't know when the right to do something for him will no longer belong to me.
That day really came.
It was a beautiful afternoon: the afterglow of the festival was still there, and children, old people, men and women and lovers in love were laughing, singing and talking lingering love words in the sun. In the yard, green cucumbers have yellow flowers.
Dragon; There are white scorpions, pure and elegant; Tomatoes that look sweet and happy; The wall is covered with crazy roses, and one flower tells another its dream ... This is a place with color, temperature, light, sound and breath.
The rest of the world.
My father left.-Why did he leave? My eyes can't see his way. How can I be warm and warm so that he won't feel lonely and cold in the dark? On the day he was ill, I
I didn't even have the courage to talk to him frankly and ask him if he was afraid of death. I can't imagine how he resisted his fear and curbed his imagination that was about to disappear from this world in those days when he was dying step by step. I
Later, I thought, instead of not mentioning the word "death", it is better to guide him to say it and face it calmly with him.
A day ago, my father was still alive, although he couldn't speak. I'm glad. In an instant, his warm body lost its temperature, so I could touch his face and get some satisfaction. What about after tonight? This is really
The real body is gone? The pain hit me again, and I couldn't make myself kneel before my father's spirit quietly. Want to run out, run to a far place, a person, burst into tears, crying very dizzy.
Black land.
The funeral music sounded and the funeral home car came. The car started, the houses and trees retreated and slowly drove out of the village. Green crops are on both sides of the road. Village after village flashed by, and my father passed by countless times, but today is the last time. Village, please remember that a man has come and gone. I asked the driver to drive slowly.
They brought dad down and went to the hall. Another sharp knife stabbed me hard. I'm scared and anxious. Dad won't come out after going in this time. This man who has walked the world for 65 years is completely
It's gone. I shouted: leave my dad, no! Have pity on me. I don't want to be without my dad, please, please! But no one listened to my cry, and they didn't hesitate at all. Someone hugged me in despair,
Hold on tight, I can't breathe, and the pain suffocates. The brain went blank and the eyes were black, and the shouts of those people gradually disappeared in their ears.
After a while, eldest brother came out with his father's ashes. After getting off the bus, I took it and hugged it. The ashes are still hot. I pressed my dad in my arms and said to him, we're home, dad. Take the road to the world again. This time, I will hug you.
Article 2 I own, I am happy 500 words.
Students often ask me why you are always in a good mood. Don't you have any trouble? Why not? I want to travel around the world, but I have no money in my pocket. I wanted to get an "A" in this subject, but it backfired. I want to be a writer, but I have no talent; I think ... however, what's the use of distress?
When my mother was a child, she once told me who was married, and it was a rare happy event to divide four pieces of candy. Every brother and sister has one, and the colored candy paper is very beautiful. Peel it off and put the sugar in your mouth and sip it slowly. It's really sweet. Every time I eat sugar. Mother always puts those candy wrappers flat in a thick book and takes them out whenever she has time. Her pure happiness deeply infected me.
Some people say that troubles are often designed by people themselves. Actually, why can't happiness be designed by itself?
At that time, my good friend Qiu misunderstood me after listening to other people's rumors. After listening to her accusation silently, I was just about to explain that she had left angrily. What could be sadder than losing the trust of a friend? along with
This depression, I rode home like a bicycle arrow, crossed the intersection, suddenly braked, almost didn't throw me out, and was scolded by the driver of the "Isuzu" truck. All kinds of troubles and setbacks came at once.
It's all over my chest
After sighing, I decided to make a change, so I bought myself a bunch of candied haws first, then walked around the company and stepped on the swing board with one foot, which made a great leap ... When I got off the swing, I paused.
I feel that my mood has also turned around. Suddenly I saw Qiu. Obviously, she was waiting for me to stop: "I'm sorry, it's me …" She looked at the swing that was still swinging back and forth and said with a smile: "It's funny that you are playing on the swing alone.
Swing! "I also smiled and said," I call this' happy design'! " Then the two swings swung happily again. We just laughed and laughed and forgot all our troubles and unhappiness. (www.suilengea.com Suiling Education Information Network)
When I entered high school, the frustration of mathematics destroyed my sense of superiority in learning, and my self-confidence and success seemed to have abandoned me. Every night, I still shuttle between solid geometry, analytic triangles, permutations and combinations, and curves. Although moved again and again
Wall, but I can choose happiness as my breakthrough out of suffering. When I succeed in making a problem, I will reward myself with a star made of paper and accumulate it in the glass bottle of memory. This makes my whole state
Adjustment, so he confidently entered the sea of questions. Even in the darkest days, I can climb the glass bottle of memory, which is a bit "ah q"-I am the best, and I am sure I can do better!
The angler waited all day, but found nothing. When he came home with an empty fish basket at sunset, he was still singing all the way. He said that whether a fish bites a hook or not is its business, but I caught the joy of that day. Yes, when we see someone asking for trouble, we will say, "I asked for it." In fact, happiness can grow and be designed by itself.
Full score reason
A good friend is uncomfortable with himself and usually suffers, but the "I" in the text is a child who can design happiness. It was her generosity and her happiness that made her regain her friendship quickly. The author makes everyone understand that it is not difficult to have happiness. The key is to learn to adjust and design yourself.
The third article I have, I am happy 1200 words
There are many interesting things in this class. Listen to me.
Little a who is late
The students were busy handing in their geography homework when the morning reading bell rang. At this time, the geography teacher boarded the platform, arranged recitation homework and patrolled the classroom. Suddenly, the classroom door opened and the late A flashed.
When he came in, he hung his head and rashly tried to sneak into his seat. Unexpectedly, just a few steps, I almost bumped into my geography teacher. Xiao A froze, and in the laughter of some students, he hurried to the teacher.
Shi: "Teacher, my bike …" The geography teacher replied with a smile: "I know, I know, your bike must have broken down on the way. Your bike is really sorry for you and often gives you a hard time. "
Xiao A suddenly "flushed" and stood there with his head drooping, half of his body twisted. "Learn a lesson, it won't happen again." The geography teacher sounds a little serious. "Come home!"
Small ah breathed a sigh of relief, secretly made a face to his classmates, and then hurriedly found a seat to sit down. The teacher came over to remind Xiao: "Hand in your geography homework quickly." "Very good." Xiao A was busy opening the bag, looking for the phone, and then he was busy opening it.
But looked up and explained, "teacher, I ... I left my geography homework at home." In the afternoon, I will definitely bring it. " The geography teacher commented leisurely: "Little geography homework is just like a bicycle, which makes his master disappointed."
Yes "The students burst into laughter. When Xiao touched the back of his head, he swore to himself: "You must fight for breathing! Answer questions in geography class, I must be brilliant! "
Singing is flying here
During the break, it is rare to have a relaxed break, and the singers in our class show their voices and talents.
Xiao Ming, who claimed to be the second singer in Tengger, gave a passage "My Paradise". He picked up his right hand as a microphone, stood on the podium, squinting, shaking his head and yelling, and the students all covered their ears and shouted, "It's so ugly and difficult."
Listen! Step down! Step down! "Xiao Ming is very generous. He said with a fist," Thank you. Please take my song back to your home and leave your smile. Please be patient and continue to enjoy my singing. Of course, I am better than Tengger singer singers.
Not much better. Just make do with it. Whoever records my songs on tape and sells them, I will sue him for infringement! "Then continue to sing.
Xiaoding had to pull his voice to dissuade him: "Please stop singing, I can't appreciate it, the song has already followed the playground." Then, there was another burst of laughter.
At this time, the darling tiger combination of Xiao, Xiao B, Xiao C and Xiao D sang Arirang. Needless to say, it is really delicious, and it is quite praised by our female compatriots. Little H sang "The Fruits of Summer" and sang it for everyone.
She was in tears. You sing, we will appear. "Advanced Imitation Show" Xiao E imitated Xie Xiaodong's high-pitched songs and made several male compatriots dance. After that, Xiao M played a song "You at the Same Table". Singing and singing,
Suddenly, when I saw the head teacher breaking in, I suddenly stopped talking. The students laughed so hard that after the bell rang, they had to listen to the teacher's inculcation.
Do you want to hear other news stories in our class? You can only break them down next time.
Full score reason
The article intercepted several clips during the break, which made a group of energetic students appear one by one, and the programs were one after another, which made people dizzying. They infected everyone with their youth and happiness, including me.
Readers. Such a happy group, who can say that they are unhappy? This paper uses montage technique, plate combination, clear structure, three-dimensional picture and humor to express the theme.
The fourth narrative composition should have a clear narrative order, 800 words.
When writing a narrative, we must consider which to write first and which to write later, and arrange the narrative order, otherwise it will be chaotic and disorganized. So, how to arrange the narrative order to make the article clear?
First, the use of time sequence.
Sequential narration refers to the narration according to the sequence of events. In this way, we can describe the development process from beginning to end, and the ins and outs are very clear. The levels and paragraphs written in chronological order of an article are basically consistent with the process of the occurrence and development of things.
There is a time sequence, a law of development of things, and a spatial transformation. In narratives, most of them are in the order of time and the order of the development law of things.
When narrating in chronological order, we must strictly arrange the order and write the narrative time clearly. In real life, nothing will happen suddenly, it always has a process of occurrence and development. Therefore, the author often narrates according to the development law of the occurrence, development, climax and ending of things, and the level of the article is clear and clear.
Of course, some articles are relatively simple, and there is no need to write about the four levels of the process (occurrence, development, climax and ending).
Second, use flashbacks.
Flashback is to tell the ending of an event or the most prominent fragment in front, and then tell it from the beginning of the event.
It should be pointed out that when using flashback writing, we must pay attention to explaining the starting point and ending point of flashback, and there should be obvious boundaries and necessary text transition between flashback and flashback. If these places are not handled well, the context of the article is unclear and the clues are unclear, which will affect the expression of the content.
Third, the use of interpolation.
Interpolation refers to the narration of another thing that needs to be interrupted temporarily because of a clue in the process of narrating the central event.
It should be pointed out that the use of interpolation should not disturb the original narrative clues, but should pay attention to the connection with the context. In this way, the structure of the article is not only varied, but also describes things very clearly.
Some children saw their classmates write some good articles and exclaimed, "I am familiar with all these contents, why can't I write them!" " "This question is worth pondering. To put it bluntly, it is because you lack knowledge.
The ability to write profound meanings in small things. In life, there are few earth-shattering events, and most people experience ordinary little things. From ancient times to the present, there are countless good articles, most of which are ordinary and meticulous.
Little things. A Dream of Red Mansions is about the official life of a big bureaucrat in feudal society. These trivial things in life can be said to be ordinary and ordinary in that family, but the ideological significance they reflect is profound and become.
A world-recognized masterpiece.
The fifth composition of the motherland in my heart 1000 words 600 words
Patriotic composition: my motherland composition 1000 words.
Read the spirituality of Zhong Ding's childhood in Oracle Bone Inscriptions; On the Great Wall full of bonfires, read the heroic spirit of the motherland's youth; Read the maturity of the motherland in a land full of poetry and science. ...
I want to say it, but I don't want to. I saw the weakness of my motherland. On the charred ruins of Yuanmingyuan, I feel that my motherland is a pool of blood. On the intrepid Zhiyuan ship in Deng Shichang, I feel that the motherland is a fire. But not in my country.
There is sinking. In the east of Asia, mountains and seas are rolled up with generous arms, Chinese people are held in their arms, broken years are repaired with thatch and adobe, and hungry lives are fed with wild vegetables and porridge. Mr. Zhongshan, in the dark
Mao Zedong began to plan the strategy of governing the country and supported the nation's flesh and blood on barren land; Deng Xiaoping, enlarge the pupil of vicissitudes of life, and guide the troubled motherland to magically walk through the century storm!
Along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drifting down, crossing Hukou, crossing Kanto, taking the Three Gorges and heading for the sea. In Hexi Corridor and North China Plain, I see the richness and vastness of the motherland and the transcendence of the motherland day and night like a swift horse; In the Yangtze River Delta and Pearl River Delta, we can see the lofty motherland, and see the neon lights of the motherland's prosperity flashing day and night, like the Milky Way. ...
Give me the motherland of skin color, give me the motherland of wisdom and courage. Although in rural areas, there are still eager eyes of dropouts; Although there are still laid-off women workers in cities and towns who have no choice but to complain, I know that there will be more waves of reform, breaking the shackles of old concepts and old systems and welcoming the majestic sunrise of the new century!
This is a revolutionary motherland. This is a boiling and rising motherland; This is a thriving motherland. My words have become history, and my words can form a galaxy, but the most emotional sentence is-take off the motherland, the motherland is auspicious, and the motherland is auspicious.