In the wind and rain, I smelled the scent of flowers in the composition

The writing is very good, and the essay in the examination room is not the same as the usual essay.

In the high school entrance examination, such an essay is basically a full score.

The ideology, overall structure, and use of language in the composition are all in place.

As for some details that do not affect the whole, they are not considered in the scoring of the high school entrance examination.

And the high school entrance examination is very fast.

Like me, it only took two minutes to write your essay.

A faint fragrance will also be remembered.

It was a stall selling cool skins, and the owner was a woman in her 40s, with big rough hands like other countrymen. The woman is very simple and capable, and gets up early every day and sleeps late [Note: Wake up early and sleep late.

Describe hard work. The cold skin is very good, the price is cheap, and there will be people queuing up to buy it every day. When the husband goes out to work, he will come back once or twice from time to time to help the woman.

I was in the same school as the woman's son, and although the boy did not study well, he had the same personality as the woman, which is good.

My mother loves to eat cold skin, every day to patronize the woman's stall, patronize more, and the woman is also familiar, see the mother will show a simple smile, while the best cold skin to the mother at a low price, while scattering her son to study hard, while her son washes the cold skin, hehe smiled and nodded. Every time the woman's husband comes back, he urges the woman to raise the price of the skin, and the woman asks him: "I serve the people."

Later, the woman's stall was gone, and I heard that the woman's husband had been in a car accident, had spent all his money, had no money to hire a stall, and left. I don't know where the woman went now, I only know that the woman's cold skin is very fragrant and delicious, and I miss it very much.

A moment of incense will still be remembered.

One winter evening, it was cold, the power went out outside, and it was pitch black. I came home from school and went to the gluten stall as usual, the gluten wasn't cooked yet, but the stove was warm. Not far away, there was an old man who was buttoning his little granddaughter, the light was too dim, and he was a little old and couldn't see clearly, so he couldn't tie it.

It seemed to be cold again, and the gluten stall owner put his hand in his pocket and stomped his feet, and I also put my hand on the stove to keep warm. I found that the old man's hands were shaking, but he was still tying them, but he couldn't tie them!

A beam of light came over, a small van drove by, the lights went out, and the driver got out of the car and walked to the gluten stall, speaking in a thick Henan accent: "Let's string gluten". Soon, he also looked at the old man, and in about three seconds, he turned around, got into the car, and turned on the lights.

Is the sun out? The old man's granddaughter asked. The old man looked at the light and nodded.

Soon, the old man fastened his buttons, hugged his granddaughter, thanked the driver, and walked into the distance.

Your gluten is better" "Oh, yes" I'm in a hurry. It's cold, but I don't have to wear gloves; There is no electricity at night, but the world is bright.

The wind remembered the scent of flowersOn the side of the road, unknown wildflowers emit a faint fragrance that fills the air. A trace of wind passed, and I remembered the refreshing fragrance of flowers. Just downstairs in the house, there lived an old man who had a very good relationship with my father, so I knew him very well.

He is kind and happy all day long, but his legs and feet are inconvenient, and he is staggering when he walks. I remember that he delivered food to our family every once in a while, saying that he brought it from his hometown, which was fresher than the one in the market. And every time he goes upstairs, it must be difficult, because every time he opens the door, his face is always red, and with those "horizontal grooves", he lives like a steamed shrimp, and he will gasp for a few breaths, and he seems to be quite tired.

But he was still happy, and his cheeks, which tended to be carbon black, were indeed not very good-looking.

The flower is nameless, goes silently, the wind blows softly, the flower gently spreads into the sky, and the unique fragrance is remembered by the wind, and with the wind, it spreads to the distant fields ......

What sticks out to me is that summer. I accidentally told him that it was a little dark when I went to school in the morning, and it was scary to walk in the alley, and that it would be nice to have a light. But he seemed to remember it.

After a few days, he brought a ladder out of nowhere, carried it to the edge of the alley wall, sweating profusely, his lips were white, and he staggered step by step. I persuaded him to forget it, but he said happily: "It's okay, what's this bitterness!"

He cautiously climbed the stairs while I held on below, and he looked even harder, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks. He held a small lamp and ran a wire over the edge of the wall. I don't know how long it lasted, he slowed down, his face seemed to be pale, his breath seemed to be unsettled, his legs seemed to be stiff, and he said happily that he was not tired, but it was clearly not the case!

When I walked under this lamp again, it had been a few years, and the lamp still lit up the darkness, and he, I heard that he had moved back to his hometown a few years ago, seemed to have passed away. It dawned on me that maybe he was gone, embedded in the night sky, next to the bright moon, with the stars as his companion, and no matter what, he had been written into my life's memoirs.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

It is not good to write it yourself and copy it.

Fan your teacher, humans use "smell", cats and dogs use "smell".