What s the most memorable back you ve ever seen?

My wife watched the back of the snow with her children by the Songhua River, and when I go back to taste it many years later, maybe this feeling will be deeper. <>

In this pair of backs, I saw what it means to "hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son". The white-headed old man is really not just talking.

The rickety back of my dad turned away. The background is that my dad sent me to report when I was a freshman, and the next day he went back, I took him on the bus, and I looked at his back on the bus, which was no more upright than before, and this back made me very reluctant and has always inspired me to study hard in college.

My first love, although it was my one-sided love, I will always remember her back. I remember that it was probably nothing special, but I walked into the gymnasium by chance, and it was empty, only a few people were playing, and I saw her. Her back, to be exact, is full of agility.

It gave me a very special feeling, it was just a memory in my head. I didn't expect it to be my deepest memory of her.

After quarreling with his parents, the back of his parents who turned around and left was full of regret and sadness.

Dad's back, for me to work hard, no matter how hard and tired he is, he persists, is the most respected back in my life.

The back of my father half a year ago is also the last time I saw my father's back in this life.

Ah Lang's Story" When a classic meets a golden song, this movie gives the post-80s generation too many memories. The prodigal son portrayed by Chow Yun-fat is unforgettable, the indulgence and madness of youth, the silence and repentance after the accident are all vividly performed.

What impressed me the most was that I stood at the entrance of the village to see them go away when they came out of Guangdong every year, and they were so young at the time, but how many things they had to bear for the family. Here's a shout: Thank you.

The most impressive thing is: once my mother went to the station to see me off, when the car started and turned my head to see my mother's back getting smaller and farther away, tears couldn't help but flow down... Lifetime.

In "Across the Seas", Leslie Cheung's back of turning away makes me unforgettable.

His back, although we have broken up now, but the beauty of the past is a real existence, and that back is also imprinted in my mind.

When my cousin got married, she finished setting up wine at home and was going to send the bride to the groom's house. Grandma sent it all the way to the entrance of the village, and followed the car for a while, very reluctant to her cousin.

When my grandmother turned home, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, and I always remember the slightly hunched back.

He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You're right here, don't move. This is the back left by the father to the author in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back", in fact, it is not the back left to us by our father.

Looking at the back of my father buying oranges, "I" cried at this time, this was a moving tear, my father's huge body overcame the difficulties of buying oranges, when I wiped away the tears that could not help but flow, my father had hugged Vermilion.

The orange went back. The reason why my father felt relaxed was because the father was willing to do things for his son, and he did not do his duty as a father to care for his son, the author portrayed the father's back vividly, and when the father Bi Chachi left, there was such a sentence written in the text - he walked a few steps, looked back at me, and said, "Go in, there is no one inside." ”

We learned the lesson "Back", and I was deeply touched, and this article made me particularly moved.

The main description in the text is the character of "father", and he is portrayed through his back several times. I remember that when the teacher talked about this text, I put a **, I was very moved, this text fully wrote my father's love for me. and my love for my father.

There is a passage in the text that describes the back of my father when he bought oranges for me, especially this paragraph, which profoundly depicts my father's love for me. In order to buy oranges for his son Duan Liang, he did not hesitate to climb up to a very high platform, and it can be seen that his father's movement is very inconvenient through the description of his father's actions in the text, and the platform is so high.

At school, the teacher gave us a test of asking a classmate to climb up and down on a table about the height of the platform, and it was clear that he could easily pass the first table and get stuck on the second.

It is so difficult for a classmate to climb up, let alone an old man, he has to work harder, for a few oranges, in fact, there is no need at all, isn't it okay not to buy them, and this elderly father did not do this, he even used all his strength to go to the platform to buy oranges for him......

In fact, many fathers are the same as the "father" in the text, their love is intangible, maybe you think they are scolding you, but this is not the case, they just don't spoil you.

Your father may be the same, try to understand them, to understand and understand his love for you!

"Back" shows the world's most sincere father-son love, in that particular occasion, as a father's care, thoughtfulness, and love for his son, so that the son was extremely moved, this impression will not be forgotten, and ten years later, I think of it, the back appeared in the crystal Si Zasen tears, so that people can not forget. In the article, the father never worried about the tea room and had to deliver it himself; From looking for a seat, repeatedly telling to open the acre; To buy oranges in person, Du Liangye embodies his father's love. All kinds of things are extremely ordinary and trivial, but the feelings shown from them are extremely precious, and I was deeply moved by them after reading them.

The love between father and son is great, selfless, and deep, and when you read it carefully, you not only think of yourself and your father, but also the feeling of guilt arises spontaneously. I can't help but recall the back of my father every time I left home and my father left me, the helpless and helpless expression that I had faced separation, and the ambivalence that would never be indescribable. A father's love is like this, just giving silently, it doesn't need to be reciprocated, and it doesn't even necessarily need to be understood.

The back of the memory The light rain was still falling, and I leaned against the window, looking into the distance, and couldn't help but think of her again, the helpful big sister, and the ...... of her back in the rain

It was a Sunday afternoon, and I went to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books. When I got home, it was already past five o'clock, the sky was overcast, and it was about to rain, so I thought to myself while hurrying: What a coincidence, if my mother hadn't asked me to bring an umbrella, I would have been drenched in soup.

Just thinking about it, the raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky, and suddenly, a rain curtain hung between the sky and the earth, so I hurried my umbrella and continued to hurry.

I was hurrying away when I heard a child's cry. As I went, I saw a little boy lying on the ground on the other side of the road, covered in mud, and crying. I thought to myself:

It's pitiful, I'll go and pick him up! Then send him home. However, when I saw that he was covered in mud and his face was full of snot and tears, I hesitated, so I pretended not to see him and walked on.

As soon as he walked two or three steps, he heard a voice like a silver bell say, "Little brother, don't cry, come, sister will send you." "It turned out to be a big sister.

I saw that she was not tall, wearing a transparent plastic raincoat, short ear-length hair, big eyes, and a kind smile on her face. The big sister leaned down and helped the little brother up. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the snot and tears from his face for his little brother, and asked kindly

Little brother, your family lives in **? Tell your sister and she will send you home. "I want my mother, I want my mother to ......."The little boy cried.

The eldest sister thought for a while, and then said, "I'm carrying you, you can show me the way, go to your mother, okay?" The little boy nodded with tears.

So, the eldest sister took off her raincoat and draped it on the little boy's back, and she carried the little boy on his back and walked the muddy road step by step.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and through the rain curtain, I looked at the distant back, and my heart could not calm down for ......a long time

Zhu Ziqing, the author of the back, is a very elegant writer, how could he use such a cliché title. The back is the most profound visual impression left to the author, because from the back of his father, the author saw his father's hardships and thought of hard work.

Rain and dew bring happiness to flowers and plants, and flowers and plants bring people colorful spring. And my mother's gentle love sketches the most beautiful picture in my memory. —Epigraph.

Before the sun's rays could tear through the dark sky, the screeching of the alarm clock pulled me out of the bed. Sleepy-eyed pushed open the door, a fresh fragrance of porridge rushed to my face, and I followed the fragrance to find the breakfast that my mother had carefully prepared for me on the table.

Take a sip gently, full of fragrance and sweetness. It's my favorite flavor and mom has always known it. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl a smile, and the figure of his mother who was usually busy in the kitchen came to mind.

He holds the handle of the pot in his left hand, a spoon in his right hand, and a white apron tied around his waist. The spoon moved at a constant speed in the pot, and the slender figure shook a little. The white porridge in the pot was bubbling with wisps of white gas, with a faint fragrance, floating past the small nose, and by the way, there was a hint of satisfied smile.

The picture froze, and my mother's gentle smile swept through my heart like a spring breeze. The feeling of being loved turned out to be so blissful and wonderful.

With the chirping of unknown insects, reading at the desk with a tired body and mind, it seemed that the game was numbly flipping through one book after another, and suddenly a strange brown notebook broke into my field of vision. If you look closely, the notebook looks a little familiar. Flipping through the cover with a little curiosity, my mother's delicate handwriting came into view: "This is some of the current affairs and politics that I usually copy, which may help you."

Turning the pages one by one, my mother's beautiful handwriting actually filled the entire book.

I suddenly remembered that every day when the news was broadcast, my mother was always at the low coffee table, writing and drawing in this book, I used to think it was a work need and never paid attention to what she was doing. I didn't expect my mother's persistence and seriousness day after day and month were all for me!

Tears squeezed out of my eyes, it was moving, but also happy. The serious expression of my mother when she writes, and the back curved because of the small space, constitute a quiet and warm picture.

Looking back at the twilight, the bits and pieces of mother's love are projected in my mind, recalling, feeling, reminiscing, and happiness.

The picture of mother's love is the most beautiful!