(Start writing 1, paragraph 2) That's an unforgettable story my mother told me all my life. Life is a journey of caring. Even an umbrella is a warm love of parents for their children.
In a long life, there are many things to forget, but some things can't be forgotten, such as umbrellas in this life. (to start with a point is to start with a point.
* * * Four lines, about 86 words) (the third paragraph: lyrical language, paving the way for brushwork and leading to the following narrative) How many years have passed, I still often stand in the rain and reminisce about the story of that umbrella lingering in my heart. My thoughts are clear and bright, as if I saw an old figure coming towards me in the hazy drizzle. Then I understood that the umbrella is a kind of deep affection and a kind of deep love.
Every time I walk on the rainy road, I will look at the distant mountains and trees and say to myself, did my mother send an umbrella again? In the wind and rain. (This transition, * * * is five lines, about 128 words) (the fourth paragraph: I started writing and entered the main body of the article) It was the day when I was in middle school. (A memory) Just as the class was about to end, (a narrative) suddenly dark clouds overwhelmed the city.
(Description of the environment, referring to the weather at that time) I packed my books and prepared to go home anxiously. (Psychological description) It began to rain. Looking at the dense rain in Mao Mao, I have long hesitated, and I will definitely get wet when I go home.
As dusk deepened, I crustily skin of head rushed into the rain. (Another psychological description paves the way for the following mother to send an umbrella) (Paragraph 5) running all the way vaguely saw a man coming towards me with an umbrella in front of him.
I didn't know it was my mother until I walked in. My mother stood there waiting for me with a smile on her pale face.
(A detailed description of my mother's demeanor and movements, "Stand and wait") I silently took the umbrella from my mother, as if I didn't even say a word of thanks. Along the way, my mother and I walked a quiet road in tandem.
(A narrative describing the walking state of my mother and me) I just looked at the flying rain flower and thought about my heart, as if I forgot that my mother was in front and went home. Write about my self-care and my mother's selfless maternal love in the rain without complaint. The above two paragraphs are mainly narrative, but the narrative language is concise, explaining things clearly, paying attention to describing the environment, describing the mother's demeanor, and especially describing her own selfishness.
The environment paves the way for the next * * *, and the performance of my mother and myself is a contrast, showing my ignorance and unselfishness of maternal love (3 to 5, three paragraphs of the text ***373 words) (the sixth paragraph: changing pens, that is, short strokes). Later, whenever it rained, my mother always appeared silently in front of my eyes. Once, twice, three times ... I have always regarded this as a mother's duty.
Every time my mother handed me the umbrella with heavy steps, she just took it and followed it silently, as if everything was what my mother should do. (Turn the pen to start the topic, that is, write about my mother's umbrella, more than once, and there will be many times in the future. The details in paragraphs 3 to 5 ensure that the article is meaningful, rich in content and highlights the image of the mother.
The omission of this paragraph not only highlights the image of my mother, but also because the extended word of this paragraph (6 paragraphs ***3 lines, 94 words) (paragraph 7) rained one day and my mother didn't come. Walking in the rain without seeing my mother, I couldn't help being angry with her.
When I ran home, I saw my mother lying in bed with an umbrella beside her bed. My mother looked at me and said to me feebly, "I tried to give you an umbrella just now, but I fell on the bed without walking a few steps." After all, I am old. "
I threw myself on the bed, tears trickled down, and looked at Bai Rushuang's mother, ashamed of my ignorance and mother's truth. My mother will always care about me silently, but I can't understand this unforgettable love.
By comparing what my mother and I did, and then expressing our feelings, it is naturally touching. This passage tells me that my mother failed to send an umbrella again, in order to enrich the content and create ups and downs of the article, which seems like a mountain is not like peace! ) (this "ups and downs" * *192 words) (paragraph 8) In the faint and faint sound of rain, my mother came under an umbrella? Standing in the drizzle in a foreign land, I thought of my distant mother again, and remembered the umbrella that was fixed in my life and embedded in my heart forever.
(Take care of the last sentence of the opening paragraph 3 with lyric sentences at the end, then sublimate the theme with "freeze frame", point out the "umbrella in life", answer questions and finish it perfectly) (more than 2 lines at the end, ***68 words) Imitate the rules: 1, fill in one thing on the topic, write maternal love or fatherly love like this article, and the event can be reasonably fictional. 2. Big framework: to realize the "link" of this article.
3. Write seven paragraphs. The first two paragraphs in parody can be merged into 1 paragraph. 4. The narrative language must be concise and clear, and the details of events unrelated to the performance center should not be described, and the narrative language of keeping a running account should be strictly prevented from appearing in the works of students in Grade 1, Grade 1 and Grade 3.
5, the article should have a delicate description in narrative, including the description of the environment, the description of the characters' movements, demeanor, details and psychology. Draw well, so that the writing can be moving.
6. Have your own design and compare the content with your parents. Use contrast.
7. Create twists and turns in content. 8. The lyrics should be natural and the sentences should be concise, arranged at the end of paragraph 6.
9, there must be care before and after. 10. There must be a meaningful answer at the end.
1 1. Detailed distribution of the full text: omitted, omitted, detailed, detailed, omitted, omitted. (that is, 4 details and 3 omissions) 12, with no more than 4 lines at the beginning, preferably 3 lines, and 2 lines at the end, preferably 2 lines.
12, with a total of no more than 800 words. (8 13 in this article) (Items 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12 in the above requirements, please take notes in the exercise, establish your own exercise and appreciate your progress! )。
2. Imitation of the 300-word umbrella model essay in life: learn the typesetting skills of "Lian He" (laying a good composition framework) and "Lian He": start with the topic, undertake the exhibition, extend the topic and answer the questions together.
(Start writing 1, paragraph 2) That's an unforgettable story my mother told me all my life. Life is a journey of caring. Even an umbrella is a warm love of parents for their children.
In a long life, there are many things to forget, but some things can't be forgotten, such as umbrellas in this life. (to start with a point is to start with a point.
* * * Four lines, about 86 words) (the third paragraph: lyrical language, paving the way for brushwork and leading to the following narrative) How many years have passed, I still often stand in the rain and reminisce about the story of that umbrella lingering in my heart. My thoughts are clear and bright, as if I saw an old figure coming towards me in the hazy drizzle. Then I understood that the umbrella is a kind of deep affection and a kind of deep love.
Every time I walk on the rainy road, I will look at the distant mountains and trees and say to myself, did my mother send an umbrella again? In the wind and rain. (This transition, * * * is five lines, about 128 words) (the fourth paragraph: I started writing and entered the main body of the article) It was the day when I was in middle school. (A memory) Just as the class was about to end, (a narrative) suddenly dark clouds overwhelmed the city.
(Description of the environment, referring to the weather at that time) I packed my books and prepared to go home anxiously. (Psychological description) It began to rain. Looking at the dense rain in Mao Mao, I have long hesitated, and I will definitely get wet when I go home.
As dusk deepened, I crustily skin of head rushed into the rain. (Another psychological description paves the way for the following mother to send an umbrella) (Paragraph 5) running all the way vaguely saw a man coming towards me with an umbrella in front of him.
I didn't know it was my mother until I walked in. My mother stood there waiting for me with a smile on her pale face.
(A detailed description of my mother's demeanor and movements, "Stand and wait") I silently took the umbrella from my mother, as if I didn't even say a word of thanks. Along the way, my mother and I walked a quiet road in tandem.
(A narrative describing the walking state of my mother and me) I just looked at the flying rain flower and thought about my heart, as if I forgot that my mother was in front and went home. Write about my self-care and my mother's selfless maternal love in the rain without complaint. The above two paragraphs are mainly narrative, but the narrative language is concise, explaining things clearly, paying attention to describing the environment, describing the mother's demeanor, and especially describing her own selfishness.
The environment paves the way for the next * * *, and the performance of my mother and myself is a contrast, showing my ignorance and unselfishness of maternal love (3 to 5, three paragraphs of the text ***373 words) (the sixth paragraph: changing pens, that is, short strokes). Later, whenever it rained, my mother always appeared silently in front of my eyes. Once, twice, three times ... I have always regarded this as a mother's duty.
Every time my mother handed me the umbrella with heavy steps, she just took it and followed it silently, as if everything was what my mother should do. (Turn the pen to start the topic, that is, write about my mother's umbrella, more than once, and there will be many times in the future. The details in paragraphs 3 to 5 ensure that the article is meaningful, rich in content and highlights the image of the mother.
The omission of this paragraph not only highlights the image of my mother, but also because the extended word of this paragraph (6 paragraphs ***3 lines, 94 words) (paragraph 7) rained one day and my mother didn't come. Walking in the rain without seeing my mother, I couldn't help being angry with her.
When I ran home, I saw my mother lying in bed with an umbrella beside her bed. My mother looked at me and said to me feebly, "I tried to give you an umbrella just now, but I fell on the bed without walking a few steps." After all, I am old. "
I threw myself on the bed, tears trickled down, and looked at Bai Rushuang's mother, ashamed of my ignorance and mother's truth. My mother will always care about me silently, but I can't understand this unforgettable love.
By comparing what my mother and I did, and then expressing our feelings, it is naturally touching. This passage tells me that my mother failed to send an umbrella again, in order to enrich the content and create ups and downs of the article, which seems like a mountain is not like peace! ) (this "ups and downs" * *192 words) (paragraph 8) In the faint and faint sound of rain, my mother came under an umbrella? Standing in the drizzle in a foreign land, I thought of my distant mother again, and remembered the umbrella that was fixed in my life and embedded in my heart forever.
(Take care of the last sentence of the opening paragraph 3 with lyric sentences at the end, then sublimate the theme with "freeze frame", point out the "umbrella in life", answer questions and finish it perfectly) (more than 2 lines at the end, ***68 words) Imitate the rules: 1, fill in one thing on the topic, write maternal love or fatherly love like this article, and the event can be reasonably fictional. 2. Big framework: to realize the "link" of this article.
3. Write seven paragraphs. The first two paragraphs in parody can be merged into 1 paragraph. 4. The narrative language must be concise and clear, and the details of events unrelated to the performance center should not be described, and the narrative language of keeping a running account should be strictly prevented from appearing in the works of students in Grade 1, Grade 1 and Grade 3.
5, the article should have a delicate description in narrative, including the description of the environment, the description of the characters' movements, demeanor, details and psychology. Draw well, so that the writing can be moving.
6. Have your own design and compare the content with your parents. Use contrast.
7. Create twists and turns in content. 8. The lyrics should be natural and the sentences should be concise, arranged at the end of paragraph 6.
9, there must be care before and after. 10. There must be a meaningful answer at the end.
1 1. Detailed distribution of the full text: omitted, omitted, detailed, detailed, omitted, omitted. (that is, 4 details and 3 omissions) 12, with no more than 4 lines at the beginning, preferably 3 lines, and 2 lines at the end, preferably 2 lines.
12, with a total of no more than 800 words. (8 13 in this article) (Items 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12 in the above requirements, please take notes in the exercise, establish your own exercise and appreciate your progress! )。
3.400-character grass is the most inconspicuous plant. It doesn't have a beautiful appearance like a flower, but it has a strong vitality. Ponds, deserts and even cracks in stones can be seen. Maybe you still think it's nothing, but you know, the grass must use its small body in a narrow gap to grow indomitable and thrive, which will be how difficult it will be.
When I grew up, I once put my hand gently on my chest, and my regular heartbeat inspired me. This is my life. It belongs to me alone. I must be responsible for it and make it live more meaningfully.
Life is in your own hands.
4. Imitating Life Life Composition 400 words I often think, what is life?
One day, my partner and I were playing and we found a nest of ants. I reached out and caught one. I know that if I press my finger lightly, it will die. But it struggled desperately, kept waving its calf, trying to take my hand away. At that moment, I felt that those little legs seemed to become a force of life, flying between my fingers. The ants' desire for survival shocked me. I
Grass is the humblest plant. It does not have the beautiful appearance of flowers, but it has a very strong vitality. It can be seen in ponds, deserts and even near cracks in stones. Maybe you still think it's nothing, but you know, grass must grow indomitable and thrive in a narrow gap with its tiny body. How difficult it would be for it, but it did, and it is still there.
When I grew up, I once put my hand gently on my chest, and my regular heartbeat inspired me. This is my life. It belongs to me alone. I must be responsible for it and make it live more meaningfully.
Life is in your own hands. If you want to live a more meaningful life, you should start with yourself-
5. Write a 600-word composition expressing maternal love or things, and it is best to imitate "The Best Answer in Life". When the cold wind blows, I can't help shivering. I got up and closed the window. A few drops of rain wiped my face, but touched a scar on my face. The past gradually surfaced in my mind. ...
My father has been quiet for as long as I can remember. In summer, neighbors sit together and chat, and he just listens. Speaking of bright spots, only his silly laughter. Mom is ill, and dad is responsible for all the work at home and abroad. The years are ruthless, and my bones have long been deformed.
My father often goes out to work and has no time to discipline me, which makes me unrestrained since I was a child and breeds some bad habits. Often go to other orchards or vegetable gardens with neighbors to steal things. Whenever I bring "trophies" home, my father asks me, and I always disdainfully say "stolen". The veins stood out on my father's face, so I apologize to others without saying anything. Naive, how can I understand the pain in my father's heart? Maybe our relationship has been cracked since then.
I admire people who are addicted to the world of drunken money. They exude a decadent beauty. It is a kind of free and easy, free but not sacred beauty. I like to call it art, as wild as rock music and as unrestrained as graffiti. I think that people between these two realms must have rebelliousness incompatible with the secular world, but this kind of rebellion can only be compared with those who dare not give up their heroic dreams, are overwhelmed by reality, and hesitate to advance in the face of "freedom". Sad to the end, helpless to the end.
Until one day, he went out to work as usual. Before he left, he asked me to take care of my mother. I ignored him and walked away. Not long after he left, friends from the village came to my house to watch movies. I went into my mother's room. My mother is fast asleep. I closed the door quietly and left. After the movie, it was dark. I hurried home, but I didn't find my mother in bed. I am anxious to find her familiar figure and breath. My neighbor came to see me and said that my mother was ill in hospital. I ran to the hospital with tears in my eyes and saw my mother lying quietly in the hospital bed. I seemed to hear her breathing evenly, and the stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground.
Father walked into the ward and pulled me out of the ward with an angry face. Go to the end of the corridor and say, "I told you to look after your mother, but you ran out to play." Are you worthy of your mother? " If Aunt Yang next door hadn't come to our house to borrow things and found your mother out of bed, I'm afraid you'd never see your mother again. "I originally wanted to refute him, maybe because I was rebellious since I was a child, or maybe because I felt guilty about my mother. I said nothing, but my father heard me. He said angrily, "Why are you such a child? It's really disappointing that you are still unconvinced. " "Why do you only talk about me? How much have you taken care of your mother? " I yelled at him. My father was shocked at once, and tears swirled in his eyes. I clearly saw his veins standing out suddenly, and then he suddenly picked up his cracked palm covered with dry cocoons and hit me in the face. Suddenly, a terrible pain made my tears gush out. I covered my cheek and stared at him ruthlessly. Father stepped back a few steps, staring at his hand full of years of sadness. Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the sky and I ran out of the hospital. I was greeted by a storm. I ran home, squatted in the corner of the room and began to cry. I put down my hand covering my face, only to find that my father had hobbled up to me, crouched down slowly, stretched out his hands that had experienced pale injuries and stroked my face gently and carefully. I looked at him blankly, and my face became tender. When I was flattered by his delicate care, I found my father getting smaller and smaller. I feel sad and guilty for this sudden discovery. The distance from love to love is not far away, but we grow too slowly and discover it too late. Thinking of his father leaving early and returning late every day, he lost too much for his mother and his family. Tears of regret fell out again, and fell into the depths of my soul, washing my heart. ...
Looking back suddenly, my memory is so clear that I can still feel a slight pain in my cheek. Although it is only a small scar, it adds more color, bitterness, sweetness and inadequacy to my life.
6. My composition about umbrellas is about 400 words. It is another rainy day. I walked silently in the rain with a small umbrella. There is no usual frolicking and noise, only the ticking of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface. Looking through the rain curtain, the small umbrella is swaying in the wind and rain, weaving a beautiful picture.
Whenever it rains, we always walk in the wind and rain with an umbrella. Under the umbrella, we can walk comfortably. In the face of biting wind and rain, none of us can resist the temptation of umbrellas.
When I was a child, it was often my mother who accompanied us in the wind and rain with an umbrella. Motherly love is also like an umbrella. It is woven with the long feelings of her beloved son, and its umbrella top is the most beautiful brocade in the world. We seem to forget that there are storms in this world.
When you walk in the wind and rain with an umbrella, you may think it is a kind of poetry. You can go your own way quietly, ignoring the oblique wind and drizzle around you. Looking up, you will find a beautiful sun overhead, but that is the color of the umbrella, not the real color of the sky. Do you want to see the sky outside the umbrella? It won't just be beautiful, you will see the gloomy sky, and you will also feel the power of lightning, thunder and storm!
If you want to know the real sky, please get out of the umbrella. Maybe you will suffer from wind, rain, frost and snow, but this is the real life!
Let's get out of the temptation of umbrella, we can stand the test of wind and rain. Although mother's arms are warm, the sky outside is our real world.
Hope to adopt
7. Ask for an umbrella description. Do you know now? Today's umbrellas are no longer just used to shelter from the wind and rain in the traditional sense, but their families can be described as generations of children and grandchildren with various styles. There are lampshade umbrellas placed on desks and coffee tables, beach umbrellas with a diameter of more than two meters, parachutes necessary for pilots, automatic umbrellas that can be folded freely, and colored umbrellas for decoration ... With the development of science and technology and the improvement of people's living standards, people are constantly seeking new styles and functions of umbrellas, so some multifunctional and new styles of umbrellas are constantly being invented. For example, a very unique umbrella appeared in Japan. The umbrella handle is equipped with a radio. When the umbrella is opened, you can hear wonderful music. In addition, the Japanese also invented a shoe umbrella in view of the fact that ordinary umbrellas can't prevent shoes from getting wet by rain. This kind of umbrella stands at the toe of shoes, which can prevent shoes and feet from getting wet when it rains, but it is a decoration on the toe of shoes when the umbrella is not opened. There is also an umbrella with fragrance abroad. As soon as the umbrella is opened, it is full of fragrance. You can imagine how comfortable it is to hold this umbrella in the rain.
An umbrella is a tool to provide a cool environment or shelter from rain and snow. Umbrellas are usually made of malleable cloth, as well as other materials that can be used as skeletons and wound metal wires. When in use, lift it by hand. Although the umbrella was originally invented to keep out the sun, it is most often used as a rain gear in rainy days. Umbrella used for sunshade, also known as parasol or parasol, can be fixed on outdoor furniture such as terrace tables and can also be used on the beach. Other uses of umbrellas include decorations, crutches and even weapons. Hong Kong's time-honored Liang Suji umbrella is an umbrella that can be used as a weapon.
Do you know how San was invented? Let me tell you that 4000 years ago, a child was walking in the rain with a big lotus leaf on his head, and the rain beads rolled down the sloping side of the protruding lotus leaf, which inspired people to invent umbrellas. The lotus leaf overhead may inspire people to create umbrellas, but it is also possible that children imitate the innocence of adults wearing hats, which is not much different from children riding bamboo horses with wooden pistols at their waists. Even if we take a step back, the revelation of the lotus leaf above our heads is reasonable, but what about "four thousand years ago"? In fact, there are various legends about the invention of umbrellas. Widely circulated and recorded in writing, it is the miraculous "Master Lu Ban". It is said that Lu Ban works for ordinary people in the countryside, and his daughter-in-law Yun Shi delivers meals back and forth every day. In the rainy season, she is often caught in the rain. Luban designed and built some pavilions along the way. When it rains, he can hide in the pavilion for a while. Although the pavilion is good, it is always inconvenient to set up more pavilions. Moreover, children's faces change three times a day in spring, and thunderstorms come quickly in summer, even as fast as lightning. Cloud suddenly had a whim: "I wish I had a small pavilion around." After listening to his daughter-in-law, Lu Ban suddenly realized. The powerful and all-powerful inventor of China cut out a piece of cloth, put on a movable skeleton and put on a handle according to the pavilion. Yu is the first "umbrella" in the world, so he came out. According to Jade Chip, the umbrella was invented by Lu Ban's daughter-in-law to take care of her husband who works outside all day. It seems that if you want to apply for a patent, it is more reasonable for the Luban couple to enjoy it. The invention of this umbrella is the product of their love and common concern.
Although the umbrella is the most inconspicuous, it will make great contributions no matter how small it is. No matter how small the candle is, it has great spirit. Even umbrellas have great souls. ...
8. Composition about life 400 words of life
Composition about life 400 words | 2014-04-0510:19
I often think, what is life?
In the afternoon, I catch butterflies in the garden. Suddenly, a flower flew over my head. When he stopped, I grabbed it with my hand. As long as my fingers are hard, I can't move. But it flapped its wings desperately, and I felt a desire to survive, jumping in my hands, so strong! So vivid! I can't help letting go!
In the evening, after dinner, I sat on the sofa and looked at the small fish in the fish tank. Suddenly, a bug flew in. When I looked intently, I saw the bug struggling, its fragile wings flapping on the water, and a small spray appeared on the water. I felt it was crying for help, and its desire to survive shocked me, so I couldn't help fishing it out.
Although life is short, we should cherish it and not let it pass in vain. So, let yourself live more wonderfully.
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Composition about life 400 words | 2014-04-0510:19
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I often think, what is life? When I was writing a composition under the lamp at night, a fly buzzed over my head and made me fidget. When it stopped, I reached out and grabbed it. With a little effort, it can be done.
I couldn't move, but it was flapping its wings vigorously. Suddenly I felt a force of life in my hands, so powerful! So vivid! I can't help letting go. When cleaning, I found an injured cockroach.
It limped towards me, near, near, until it came to me. I think this is very interesting. I took a knitting needle and stabbed a dozen holes. It was still alive, and then I knew that the cockroach was dying.
God fought hard, and he saved his life with unswerving perseverance. Once, I listened to my heartbeat with a doctor's stethoscope. The heavy and regular beating made me understand that this is my life.
Life belongs only to me. There is only one life, what a rare life. Mom and dad gave me a chance to live, and I should cherish it. I can make good use of it or spoil it for nothing. Everything is up to me.
Yes, I must be responsible for myself. Although life is short, we can make limited life show infinite value. So, I made up my mind to cherish life, never let it pass in vain, and make myself better.
Brilliant and full of strength.
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Composition about life 400 words | 2014-04-0510:19
A long time ago, Nu Wa created life, and life was born.
I am the product of Nu Wa. I love my life and cherish other lives.
That day, I found a spider web in a corner. There is a desperate fly on the spider's web. That?
The humble little creature tried desperately to get rid of the cobwebs, but it seemed that it could not. It has increased its horsepower and made great efforts.
The whole body flapped its wings with all its strength, but it still died in the spider web. This is the principle of nature, I.
I didn't interfere, but I knew that the fly was relieved and did its best.
Spider webs are hell, but flies are angels, and angels give life to hell. Not that they don't love life, but
Dedicated to life, selfless and regretless. He died, he tried his best to die, and he did it, at the end of his life.
Never give up.
Life is so thin that I don't cherish it. Life is precious, a fly cherishes it, and we are taller than it.
Hundreds of times the level of human beings, why not surrender and make good use of it? Suicide, self-mutilation ~ ~ ~
Ha ha, ridiculous move, after death; Sorry, sad. People can't wake up, cherish life and thank God.
I wonder where Nu Wa is.
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Composition about life 400 words | 2014-04-0510:19
The sky was overcast and there was a strong wind, only to hear the wind whistling past the treetops, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs.
I stood at my window and saw the grass on the lawn outside being baptized by the wind and rain. Ruthless water drops fall in groups, bringing new disasters to the weak grass and destroying their fullness.
Driven by the wind and frost, the weak body of the grass swayed in the rain, but the grass refused to admit defeat and struggled desperately in the rain. The rain bent the grass, but the grass refused to yield, fell down, got up again and fell down again.
Fall down and get up again. . . But the wind and rain were so heavy that the grass had to hang its head helplessly and scatter the earth in all directions. The wind stopped and the rain stopped. The next day, the grass on the lawn raised its noble head again.
Establish its proud posture. After the baptism of wind and rain last night, she is greener, newer and more energetic. I can't help but sigh the tenacity of this weak life.
This can't help but give me a new understanding of life. Life is strong, life is wonderful and life is impermanent. Let us feel the extraordinary truth of life in ordinary life!
9. About Mother's Composition 200 Words Umbrella of Life Mother loves air. Beginning: Mother's love is like air, flowing quietly around me. Every breath is full of maternal love. Event:. Can examples be said? Tell an ordinary but touching story. For example, I quarreled with my mother at dinner (the reason can be constructed by myself) and I was very hungry in the middle of the night. When I opened the door, I saw the food in the kitchen was still steaming, and my sleeping mother was lying on the dining table. Conclusion: Perhaps maternal love is not as deep as fatherly love, nor as pure as friendly love, but maternal love is more subtle and sincere than fatherly love. Let me immerse myself in this endless maternal love! But I suggest you write it yourself. Motherly love is the best. The theme is novel and the narrative is touching, and the beginning and end can be enjoyable. I wish you a better handwriting and hope to pass it.