I am indeed a man who has no connection with words. In past examinations, only 10 points were written.
Although I really want to try to write a good composition, but always the best, there is always such a feeling: not I am writing a composition, but the words are playing with me. The result was a battered mess.
I think I'm not really good at writing. I didn't read extensively, and didn't pay much attention to the details of life. In conclusion, I couldn't make up my mind in writing several factors of my composition.
Last week, I spent a class meeting class, and I tried to create a piece. I was reviewed by two girls in the back row. Finally, they gave 25 points consistently when the total score was 50 points. I didn't even get a pass. I know it's just a little joke, but there's a feeling that you can't tell.
I am not good at writing, nor are I good at appreciating other people's words. Usually, because others write too long, they rush away at the beginning. It's not that I don't respect others, but I'm too personal.
In fact, the teacher also recommended a lot of full marks to us. Seeing these compositions gradually made me produce aesthetic fatigue, N multiple similes, N plus 1 sentences, and N plus two sentences. This too to at least I personally feel too hypocritical.
So I often wonder if I can simply write a simple composition, even if it's dull, just like a conversation, just like life, nothing is simpler than life.
So, I say this is a simple composition, just as long as you are satisfied.
When we feel sad, who is sitting beside us, listen to tell us that we, who is after we suffered setbacks, or all give us encouragement and confidence are parents, all the parents, parents like to protect God as protecting our love, US, help us. So we have to be grateful to our parents.
I remember when I was very small, I went upstairs to play, and I accidentally cut my leg with broken glass, and I cried "wow". Dad came to inquire, put me back to the hospital, carefully clean the wound for my father is a doctor "," suture, bandage, mother tears in the side, a tremble with fear. My legs are getting better, and my mom and dad face a smile. One afternoon, when the school came to school, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. I stood at the gate of the school and murmured, "what should I do?" When I was worried, my father came with an umbrella. "Son, go, go home!" I was delighted to be overjoyed. At this time, the father again said: "today's rain is too big, the ground is full of water pits, I back you home!" When the voice didn't fall, I left my father's back. After a while, he heard his father say, "move the umbrella back a little, not to stop my eye." I said, "good!" Back home, I found that my father's clothes were all wet and sneezed in succession. My tears came out. "Poor parents in the world", in the past few years, mother has washed how many clothes for me, Dad many times to accompany me to learn and play, I have not remember. Let me look in the eyes, in mind is the mother of the wrinkles, gray hair. Every step of my growth includes too much sweat and love from my parents, "poor parents"! No one doubts that the love of parents is the greatest and most selfless.
Our parents are so patiently watching us grow step by step, step by step to educate us how to go. Let's thank our parents with gratitude. They are getting old. They need our spiritual comfort very much.