I found a world composition 1 in the library.
Everyone in my family knows that I like jiaozi best. The delicious stuffing and thin skin make my mouth water when I think about it. So, every Sunday, my mother will treat me to a jiaozi. Mom is very good at wrapping jiaozi. When I was a child, I loved watching my mother wrap jiaozi and put the stuffing and dumpling wrapper together in my hand. I thought it was a classic action to wrap jiaozi. Every time, I hold my hands and look at my cheeks. At this time, my mother will scrape my nose with her hands covered with white flour and say with a smile, "Go away and play, and jiaozi will be fine soon!" My discovery originated on a Sunday in autumn.
That morning, I was very happy, because I could eat delicious jiaozi again at noon. I want to go out and play for a while first. Just after I opened the door and went out, my mother suddenly shouted that she had a stomachache. I asked my mother with concern if she wanted to go to the hospital. My mother said, "Never mind, it will be all right after a while. You go and play, and you have to pack jiaozi at noon! " At noon, I came home and found no one at home. I'm confused. After learning that I had left at night, my mother's stomach became more and more painful. Only after being sent to the hospital did I know that I had sudden gallstones and needed hospitalization. Obviously, I can't eat jiaozi this Sunday. Everyone in my family knows that I like jiaozi best. The delicious stuffing and thin skin make my mouth water when I think about it.
So, every Sunday, my mother will treat me to a jiaozi. Mom is very good at wrapping jiaozi. When I was a child, I loved watching my mother wrap jiaozi and put the stuffing and dumpling wrapper together in my hand. I thought it was a classic action to wrap jiaozi. Every time, I hold my hands and look at my cheeks. At this time, my mother will scrape my nose with her hands covered with white flour and say with a smile, "Go away and play, and jiaozi will be fine soon!" My discovery originated on a Sunday in autumn. That morning, I was very happy, because I could eat delicious jiaozi again at noon. I want to go out and play for a while first. Just after I opened the door and went out, my mother suddenly shouted that she had a stomachache. I asked my mother with concern if she wanted to go to the hospital. My mother said, "Never mind, it will be all right after a while. You go and play, and you have to pack jiaozi at noon! "
At noon, I came home and found no one at home. I'm confused. After learning that I had left at night, my mother's stomach became more and more painful. Only after being sent to the hospital did I know that I had sudden gallstones and needed hospitalization. Obviously, I can't eat jiaozi this Sunday.
I found that there is World Composition 2 in the school.
In the taxi, the wound bitten by the puppy is still aching, and the air in the taxi seems to be artificially pressurized, filled with a feeling of breathlessness.
"Are you all right always to hug the puppy, the puppy can't tell right from wrong. It may bite you. How many times have I told you, but you won't listen? The exam is coming soon. What did you say ...? "
I simply turned my head to one side. I simply closed my eyes and thought impatiently, "I just got bitten." What's so noisy and annoying? "
Maybe I don't understand.
Two people coming out of the hospital walked in tandem like strangers, and when they remembered what the doctor said just now, the temperature in their hearts suddenly dropped a few minutes. "The position of your wound is very dangerous. This vaccine is not available in our hospital now. You need to go to xx Hospital as soon as possible. "
I looked at the woman walking in front, her hair tangled casually, and her clothes were still wearing pajamas that I hadn't had time to change. The woman I complained impatiently over and over again just now, at the moment … she is holding a thick coat that I used to wear.
An untimely cold wind blew over and I couldn't help shivering. Gradually, an unwarranted mist came to my eyes and my heart was sour. I bit my lower lip. ...
I opened my mouth stupefied: "Mom …" He stopped and turned to me and said: "What's the matter? Is it cold? Get dressed, it's freezing. " "Mom ... will I die?" "What nonsense ah, bitten to death, that also got? Who will support me after you die? "
I finally burst into tears. Fortunately, it was too dark that night, and there were no street lamps on that path. Does the person who loves me the most in this world know that her daughter, who has always been ignorant, finally understands her subtle love?
It turns out that I don't understand why you cook breakfast for me from morning till night and complain about the taste of the food.
I don't understand why you always have a proud expression on your face when you talk about children with other relatives.
It turns out that I don't understand why you left in such a hurry and forgot to change clothes. I only remember to help me with a warm and thick coat.
There is a world in that coat,
-A world of love
I found a world composition 3 in my school.
I have had stiff neck since I was a child. In the morning, I often crooked my neck and cried for my mother. My mother naturally massages me carefully, but this is not a long-term solution after all.
The pillows sold in the market don't suit me, so my mother decided to make them herself. Cotton is the most ideal material, but it is too soft and too hard. My mother picked them one by one and put them in a pillow bag when she felt right. Two days later, I gratefully accepted my mother's flower pillow, which was so light but so heavy. I put my head in the middle of the flower pillow, wrapped my head in it, and cottonseed gently massaged my head.
But when summer comes, cotton is soaked with sweat, and it will smell musty. So I put my pillow aside and slept with my head up. Naturally, my neck is crooked again, and my mother has something on her mind.
I had no choice but to ask someone to bring back a big bag of mung bean shells from other places, and my mother sewed a new pillow with it. This pillow is much better than cotton. If I sleep on it, as long as I move gently, there will be a "rustling" sound, like a nursery rhyme without lyrics, which will disperse in the quiet night sky and even the night elves will stop. Of course, I sleep soundly. Later, I learned that these mung bean shells cost my father nearly half a month's salary. Probably because I like this mung bean pillow so much that I always hold it when doing business. Finally, one day, the pillow towel was broken, and when I saw the mung bean shell floating on the ground, my tears suddenly fell down: this is the second pillow my mother made for me!
I went to junior high school. On the day I left home, my mother gave me a new pillow, which smelled of medicine and made my heart bleed. My mother said that my father bought it specially in Nantong ... Every night at school, I was enjoying the most wonderful music in the world, and I seemed to feel at home again. Every time I close my eyes, it's like holding my father in one hand and listening to the sound of Chinese herbal medicine in the other.
With the passage of time, I gradually understand that in this changing pillow, there is an unchanging world, and in this world, there is an emotion that continues all the time. Perhaps, the story about this world is not wonderful, but it will accompany me all my life …
I found that there is a world composition in the school.
I have been afraid of the cold since I was a child. Every winter, I often tremble with cold at home. Mother naturally held me gently in her arms to keep me warm, but it was not a long-term solution after all.
The cotton vest sold in the market is not suitable, so my mother decided to make one herself. Choosing is a very troublesome thing, but it is too soft and hard, and color matching is also very important. Mother went to shop after shop, bought the right ones and selectively put the unexpected ones together. Click, click, click. The sewing machine stayed with my mother for two nights. On the third day, a brand-new cotton vest was sewn, but mom's dissatisfied bloodshot eyes were clearly visible. I took a cotton vest, which is light and heavy.
That winter, it seemed particularly warm.
But in less than two years, the cotton vest can't be put on. With a little effort, the vest will crack. I am so distressed, but my mother smiled and said: Grow up, the girl has grown up! I don't know when the sewing machine that has been dusty at home rang. Almost a week later, my mother brought a cotton vest ten times better than last time and two pockets. I can't put it down. As a result, I even hugged it when I slept that night. Finally, one day, I couldn't wear that cotton vest anymore. I was in tears. This is the second time my mother has made me a cotton vest.
Click, click, click when the sound rings in my ear again, but this time it seems to ring for the longest time. When I picked up the heavy cotton vest again, I felt that my mother's hands were much rougher than before.
Now, in this cold winter, I still wear a cotton vest, just like my mother's love is always by my side.
As time goes by, many things are forgotten. But I gradually understand that there is an unchanging world in this ever-changing cotton back. In this world, there is an emotion that continues all the time. Perhaps, the story about this world is not wonderful, but it will accompany me all my life.
I found a world composition 5 in my school.
Open the stationery bag, there will always be a pencil lying peacefully asleep, delicate and lovely, petite and exquisite. The high-purity graphite at the end of the pen is black, sharpened with a pencil sharpener, and glows gray in the light, like a gray elf. In my young eyes, it is a wonderful masterpiece. Naturally, all this is due to my grandmother.
When I was a child, every time I finished my homework, my grandmother would hold a pencil sharpener and wear reading glasses, and she was skilled in posture under the gloomy candlelight. With a blunt pen under a sharp pencil sharpener, I blew a burst of ash powder, flying in the wind and disappearing into the wind; Sawdust, as thin as spinning yarn, cried and circled in the wind and floated leisurely. I was immersed in it until it was cut.
In a short time, the pencil is as good as before. I will hold it in my hand for a long time like I won something, and then put it in the stationery bag as I wish. I often look back when I go to play.
Years are like sand, disappearing in the wind, and my curiosity about that wonderful pencil sharpener is getting worse every day.
Finally, one day, I lost my temper and took a pencil sharpener when grandma wasn't looking. The sharp blade is so thin that a slight stroke on the paper will leave a mark. I gloated and raised my pencil sharpener. I can't tell the difference between light and heavy, so I cut it with a pencil. And my hand slipped.
Ah! I cried as soon as my father called my mother, and the bright red blood night gushed out instantly, which made my teeth bite together and I often sucked the air conditioner. My grandmother heard the sound at once. Seeing my injured finger and the bloody knife, my face was full of worries and worries. Seeing grandma's expression, my heart trembled involuntarily.
My mother complained about my grandmother all the way home from the hospital clinic. I really want to talk to my mother, but my grandmother's expression makes me want to talk but I dare not.
A few days later, grandma returned to her hometown. Before going back, she bought me a safe pencil sharpener specially. After that, all the pencils were sharpened by myself, but grandma was not very delicate.
Now call me Zhejiang when I grow up, but I haven't forgotten the pencil sharpener from beginning to end. Many years later, the pencil sharpener became dull, rusty and broken. But I still cherish it, because I understand that there is a whole world in this pencil sharpener, which belongs to my grandmother and me. I am willing to keep it all the time and protect this world, a world full of love.
Found that the school has a world composition 6.
I have had stiff neck since I was a child. I often get up in the morning with my neck crooked and cry for my mother. Mother naturally rubbed me carefully, but it was not a long-term solution after all.
The pillows sold in the market don't suit me, so my mother decided to make them herself. Cotton is the best material, but it is too soft and hard, so my mother picks it up one by one and puts it in a pillow bag when it feels right. Two days later, I gratefully took this flower pillow from my mother. It is light, but it is heavy. I put my head in the middle of the flower pillow, just recessed, and wrapped my head inside. Cottonseed gently massaged my head. I am very comfortable, just like lying on the beach in the middle of the night, watching the stars and breathing fresh air. Very comfortable.
But when summer comes, cotton will smell musty when it is soaked with sweat. So, I simply put the pillow aside and slept with my head up. Naturally, my neck is crooked again, and my mother has something on her mind again.
Later, my father brought back a big bag of mung bean shells from other places, and my mother sewed a new pillow with it. This pillow is much better than cotton. I sleep on it, as long as I move gently, there will be a "rustling" sound, like a nursery rhyme, spreading in the quiet night sky. Of course, I slept soundly. Probably because I like this mung bean pillow so much that I always hold it when doing business. Finally, one day, the pillow towel was broken, and when I saw the mung bean shell floating on the ground, my tears suddenly fell down: this is the second pillow my father made for me!
I went to junior high school. My mother gave me a new pillow on the day I left home. The new pillow has medicinal taste and secretes human spleen. Mom said that dad bought it specially in Nantong. Every day at school, I put a medicine pillow and listen to the sound of Chinese herbal medicine. It's just enjoying the most beautiful music in the world. It feels like home again. Every time I close my eyes, it's like holding my father in one hand and my mother in the other. I came to the deciduous forest and saw the golden land, full of warmth.
Over time, I gradually understand that there is a world of love and a lasting emotion in this ever-changing pillow. Perhaps, the story about this world is not wonderful, but it will accompany me all my life. ...
I found that there is a world composition in the school.
I have had stiff neck since I was a child. I often get up in the morning with my neck crooked and cry for my mother. Mother naturally rubbed me carefully, but it was not a long-term solution after all.
The pillows sold in the market don't suit me, so my mother decided to make them herself. Cotton is the best material, but it is too soft and hard, so my mother picks it up one by one and puts it in a pillow bag when it feels right. Two days later, I gratefully took this flower pillow from my mother. It is light, but it is heavy. I put my head in the middle of the flower pillow and wrapped my head inside. Cottonseed gently massaged my head. I am very comfortable, just like lying on the beach in the middle of the night, looking at the stars all over the sky, breathing fresh air, and my breath is full of my mother's fragrance.
But when summer comes, cotton will smell musty when it is soaked with sweat. So, I simply put the pillow aside and slept with my head up. Naturally, my neck is crooked again, and my mother has something on her mind again.
No choice but to ask someone to bring back a big bag of mung bean shells from other places. My mother sewed a new pillow with it. This pillow is much better than cotton. I sleep on it, as long as I move gently, there will be a rustling sound, like a nursery rhyme without lyrics, spreading in the quiet night sky and being an elf all night.