Composition for the Senior High School Entrance Examination: Concern
The blue sky and white clouds
2022-10-29 00:13:55
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Concern from afar

It seems that after a night of spring breeze, the morning full of pear blossoms, dressed in red, is particularly enchanting.

Suddenly, a baby's cry broke the quiet sky.

Listen, the voice is so bleak, so helpless, and mixed with a trace of pain. According to the reputation, a baby was lying in front of the door of a family, with a conspicuous thing pinned to his chest - a red ribbon.

That baby is me

When my mother talked about this period, my eyes became blurred, and the hot tears poured onto the fiery ribbon. I put it on my chest, and I can feel it clearly. It seems to be a part of my body, an inseparable part.

At this time, pictures quickly flashed back in my mind. On the picture, a haggard woman stared at our classroom. When her eyes met mine, I clearly felt that the eyes were full of expectation, love, familiarity and strangeness. When I wanted to explore more, the eyes quickly dodged, Then it disappeared quickly.

Similarly, it was another winter morning, colder than any other morning in the past. The north wind was relentlessly blowing on the earth.

On my way from the dormitory to the canteen. A figure suddenly flashed out, she? She still gazes at me with her familiar and strange eyes, which makes me feel indescribable. It seems that there is an invisible hand that affects my heart, and it affects my heart all the time.

She looked at me and looked at me lovingly. My heart seemed to be under some kind of pressure, so she couldn't help shivering. She hurriedly handed me a bag of things and said, "This is you... the clothes your mother bought for you... clothes, quick, add it, don't... don't freeze."

When reaching for the bag, my hand was pricked by her calloused hand. At the same time, my heart seemed to be deeply pricked. My mother's words echoed in my ears again. Looking at her in front of me, it seemed that I suddenly understood. Looking at her, my tears of injustice poured out and plunged into the arms of the woman in front of me. She was at a loss and stood there, standing in the ground with fine snowflakes