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Essay like this to write mother, mother will be very happy, if you don't believe it, just look at it!

Essay like this to write mother, mother will be very happy, if you don't believe it, just look at it!

Start by conceiving your subject matter and then build it up in words.

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I am about to graduate from junior high school, and I am about to say goodbye to the days of success, failure, happiness, sadness, perfection, and regret.

In those flower-like days, there was a stubbornness like the sporadic nameless flowers that grew on the cliffs. Write about a thing.

At... There is a strong plum blossom like a smiling snowstorm.

At... There is a persistence like a lotus flower out of the mud.

In those flower-like days, I have experienced countless things, which has made me grow a lot, our lives are like flowers, we can't choose our origin, we can't choose our background, but we can choose to be stubborn, choose to be strong, choose to be persistent, we can prove to the world that we have come, leave our own traces, and let ourselves bloom like flowers.

Flowers, but they have not yet borne fruit, and they are immature and sensitive. However, ignorance promotes yearning, and alienation filters out beauty, so at this time the petals are beautiful and the nectar is fragrant. Before the love and honey had time to become fruit, it poured into the heart, forming the most romantic imagination and the last childhood impression.

OK. 1. Write about your past life on campus.

2. Write a story that stands out to you.

3. Write about your life with your friends.

Family affection is an eternal theme. It is this family affection that is thicker than water that accompanies us through every unforgettable day and composes our colorful life.

Through that window of history, I peeked, I saw the family affection, and saw the stories of the past, the present and the future.

More than 100 years ago, thunderstorms, torrential rains, raging winds rushed to the small boat carrying the child, the child and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail, so the flesh and blood were separated, and the wind was howling, it sneered at this scene, laughing at the emaciated mother who could not change the fate of the separation of flesh and blood. Not only did I see this century-old tragedy, but on the other side of the window, I saw the thoughts of the heavens in the days when flesh and blood were separated. The stars are changing, and the years have passed, but they are thousands of miles apart, and they are also separated by the thoughts of mother and son.

Yes, how can family affection be diluted by distance and time! In the long night, the fishing boat was lit with fishing lanterns, and through this faint firelight, the son seemed to see the thin figure of his mother as she watched with tears. "Mother", my great mother, I must return to you!

Hope" made the son believe that the darkness would one day be dispelled by the bright sun, and finally on a sunny morning, the little fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born, and the mother and son wept and rippled, and were very excited, and the window of history watched quietly, and it was proud of the mother, and for the son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that my mother still had a trace of depression hidden under this joy. It turned out that the mother also had a son, his name was Taiwan, and although Taiwan and his mother were only separated by a gorge, they could not fall into the arms of their mother. His eyes were full of helplessness.

On a dying tree next to the window of history, a bird with a wounded wing cried: "Mom, I want to go home, go home .......""The cry of the bird makes the heart ache of all who hear it. Ah, I saw that the mother of the wounded bird flew to save her child, and the mother bird was tired of flying to find the bird, but at the moment she did not stop, but was busy treating the bird's injuries and finding food for the bird.

At last the little bird was healed and flew in the air with his mother, and looked around: the old dead tree had sprouted new shoots under the moisture of the rain.

The wind is clear, the clouds are quiet, the sky is blue, and the grass is green. Because of family affection, the world becomes wonderful; Because of family affection, mother and son will be reunited.

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