Writing on the theme of making phone calls

No matter in study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my collection of essays on the theme of phone calls. Welcome to share.

A loving mother made clothes for her wayward son's body with thread in her hand. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late, but how much love an inch of grass had written 1 on the calling topic and won three spring glow. Parents' love for their children has always been a poem. Fortunately, respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Nowadays, with the continuous improvement of people's living standards, it seems that respecting the elderly and loving the young has gradually faded. I really don't know if this is progress or retrogression.

I don't know how to cherish, but I am very sad to lose.

There is a family where the mother gave birth to three sons and raised them hard. After retirement, the old man often goes to his three sons' houses to do this and that, but the three sons are used to it.

As the days passed, my mother's health got worse every day. Finally, one day my grandmother left, but the three sons didn't shed a tear at the funeral.

But after a while, the three sons were sad to see the terrible situation at home, because their hardworking mother had left, forever.

Now some people regard the old man as a servant who doesn't pay wages. I want to take a bath and boil water. I want to eat, hurry to get it; Why is it so dirty here? Didn't you sweep the floor today? What are you doing there? Don't sweep yet; Some clothes are going to be washed for me soon, and I have to work for the old man tomorrow, but I finally got this sentence: I have a freeloader. Alas!

In addition to these, there are more ridiculous and irritating. I have seen such a scene-on Mother's Day, my son was holding a snack in his hand, staring at the TV, and casually said to his working mother while chewing: Today is your holiday, don't do it, leave it here and do it tomorrow!

You see, you see, alas!

Alas! Wake up, sleeping people, and repay your parents with your sincere heart!

An apple and a portion of seafood are the scales of love. We can't let the glorious tradition of respecting the elderly become history!

Remember that call: there are many calls in life, including harsh calls, sad calls and begging calls, which may come from yourself or others. There are telephones every day, but there are a few that we can treasure. Remember that call.

I remember that the phone call was from my mother. My mother is a little fat. She is as angry as a volcano. Everyone around her has to be careful, which will lead to a fire. She usually keeps a straight face and says that my childhood was miserable. In short, my mother is a strict person.

I remember that phone call. After a mid-term exam, the teacher told my mother the reason for my lack of grades. I looked surprised when my mother came home with a sullen face. I thought something had happened, and my mother suddenly slapped me. I was in a hurry, touching the bright red handprint on my face, and tears suddenly flowed down. Cursed me silently in my heart. The vicious mother became more and more angry and rushed out of the door to the road. suddenly ...

I remember that phone call. When I was asleep, the cries swirled in my mind, one after another, "Son, you have to understand me." It hurts when I hit you. A call full of love echoed in my mind. Following the source of the sound and seeing the end, I slowly opened my eyes.

I remember that the phone call was made by a slightly fat middle-aged woman. The kind-hearted table girl on her face is as intoxicating as a river, her hair is wrapped around her head, and wrinkles climb up the eyebrows. She is my mother.

Call-oriented composition 3 Childhood is our happiest time, and I often hear my mother's kind call, which benefits me a lot.

It happened when I was five years old. One day, my mother took me to the zoo to play. It was the May Day holiday. There are many people in Wangcheng Park, and the road is full of traffic. I saw this scene is very novel, and I can't wait to walk in the crowd.

In an instant, my mother took me into those red doors. When I walked to the playground, a colorful balloon attracted me deeply. That balloon attracts me like a magnet, and I follow the child wherever he goes! Unconsciously, I quietly left my mother's sight. Somehow! I followed the father and son closely, without stop for a minute.

At this time, my mother bought me ice cream and tried to hold my soft little hand, but it was cold. At this time, my mother's heart "brushed" cold, like a sharp knife stabbed into my mother's heart. She was at a loss and froze! After a while, she suddenly woke up. "Baby, baby!" Call me.

However, in the distance, where can I hear my mother's anxious call and see her eager face? After a while, I suddenly remembered my mother's kind face and smiled slightly. I feel a little hot. But I thought: where's mom? "At this time, my heart is cold; There is an indescribable pain, and a little tear can't help flowing in my little eyes. I ran and shouted, "Mom! "! Mom! "

In the running, I seem to hear the call of near despair. I shouted, "Mom! Mom! I am here! " My mother seemed to hear my crying and ran to me. My mother is very excited. Suddenly lifted me above my head. At this time, I saw my mother's smiling face after she was almost desperate, and then I burst into tears. How happy I am at this moment!

Today, I often hear my mother's call. Then I understand! What was revealed in the call was my mother's love for me, which was a great maternal love.

Four million years ago, the earth was full of vitality and everything lived in harmony. Mother Earth is dancing gracefully and healthily. She is simply a "peerless beauty" in the vast universe. At that time, handsome as a fairy but naive as a child, she never thought that she would die in tens of thousands of years, let alone that it was her favorite child-human beings.

Today, although people have wisdom beyond all living things on earth, they are not good at using resources, and it is not uncommon to waste resources. Mother Earth gradually became seriously ill, gaunt and emaciated, and became sallow and emaciated. Trees were cut down by axes, saws and machetes, and countless minerals were awakened and wasted in millions of years of sleep. Even the life of Mother Earth is not spared. Although Mother Earth is willing to make more contributions to her beloved children, it seems that her children have no intention of repaying kindness at all, but they do bite the hand that feeds them. Humans have developed the resources of Mother Earth. Water resources, forest resources, biological resources, atmospheric resources and mineral resources originally needed by human beings can be continuously regenerated and contribute to human beings for a long time. However, human beings have not left them a trace of vitality, which makes them face the crisis of disappearance repeatedly. It seems that human beings are blocking Mother Earth in all directions and want her to die completely.

Looking at the black and blue mother earth and listening to her endless screams, God said helplessly, "Go, you will definitely regret your behavior!" " "Save resources, let's * * save the dying Mother Earth!

I often hear my good friends complain that my child is a wild child. I disappeared as soon as I got home from school, causing me to shout at the top of my lungs all day.

Seeing a blogger's blog post, Grandpa often stood on the balcony after cooking, and the community echoed with the voice calling for a smile to go home for dinner. '

Children in our community are piled up all day long, playing wildly in the yard, and can't shout back until dinner time.

What a wonderful thing it is!

Chi Li said, "Children play outside until they are called home. This is our childhood life, which is rare today. "

Yes, think about it. When I was a child, there were many children in the village, and getting together was a group. There are no dazzling children's toys, but the most common ones are homemade sandbags, badminton, hoop, gyro and stilts. Sometimes there is nothing but homemade games. We'd rather have no goals and just run around for fun, and we can still get carried away. When you meet your parents, you are either too busy to find you, or you forget to work and eat a bitter meal while playing. But remember to eat without fighting, it will happen again. What I remember best is that I was having a good time and was beaten by my parents. However, in retrospect, there is no resentment, but more fun. It seems to be a kind of beauty.

However, this childhood memory has long been a memory. "Son, there seems to be a child playing downstairs. Go down and play with them. " I heard the advice of Tong's father from the children downstairs. "Mom, you accompany me down." "Mom, you play chess with me." "Mom, let's play cards." "..." I don't remember the day when my children lost their ability to run and play freely. As parents, when we get home, we are most concerned about whether our children have finished learning today, finished their homework and listened carefully in class. ...

Unconsciously, that childhood call has long been forgotten.

Writing on the phone 6 fleeting time, fleeting time. Take the old man by the tail every day and continue the journey of life. Life should be so dull, go with the flow and catch up with the trend, but it happened that a beating heart in my chest seemed to be full of strength at any time, eager to jump out and shout a few words to this busy world.

There is a voice calling for "friendship" in my body. The reality of society and the indifference of human feelings make this heart gradually stiff and lose its heat, as if it would become a cold fossil at any time. The dying heart longs to live in a world full of warmth and friendship, and hopes to be reborn in such a world.

The heart that always lives on the alert calls for "trust". There are few things we can trust in our life. We are afraid of being hurt and avoiding being fooled, so our hearts are covered with a thick protective layer. Watch out for this and that every day. I'm exhausted. "Trust" is the hope that we can see the light of day again and breathe freely. We are eager to be honest with each other one day, and there is no longer an insurmountable gap between hearts.

Social injustice and the gap between people make this heart strongly call for "equality". All men are born equal. Although there are rich and poor, good and bad, people's lives are the same. God does not favor a person, and no one can be a special case to escape the law of survival. Ignoring and thinking that you are superior will only isolate yourself from the crowd and never achieve a real life. Disabled people have the right to enjoy life, and the poor can also enjoy musicals. Sunshine never ignores anyone.

The voice of "peace" also echoes in my heart from time to time. The battlefield filled with smoke, the displaced people, and the eager children's eyes ... the scenes that people can't bear to witness shocked their hearts and made their broken hearts shed blood and tears again. Why are there so many wars? Is it necessary to give up thousands of lives and destroy countless beautiful homes just for the self-interest of a country? Is this what they seek? The suffering world needs peace, and only in a peaceful world can human beings continue.

Heart, still beating, still screaming. Maybe one day, the call from the heart can reach the ears of the world and return to a beautiful world!

In the journey of life, the voice of calling is everywhere, such as the kind call of mother and the scolding call of father. Every phone call carries a kind of care.

When I was a child, my parents' crying made me feel warm. When I was naughty, my parents worked hard to run behind and do things for me, as if their parents told their children not to fall. This does not mean that their parents care, but it also contains an emotion of parents all over the world. Children are and are parents' business. Parents should always take care of their children, so parents call on their children to grow up.

Growing up doesn't mean I'm sensible. My parents' voices have intensified. All kinds of voices make me understand that I should study hard. Learning is not my parents' business, but my own. Don't say that studying for the rise of China is an excuse. In a word, I must be myself, so it is ok to relax my study once or twice. Is it easy for people to find a job when they study?

Later, my mother was also very upset. What can I do if I don't study? I call for continuous improvement. I also want to study hard, but this is not empty talk. I need time to prove that I don't regret it until I am old, so I must make a good plan now, read books every day and review carefully at night, so that I can study hard and won't let my parents' cries come true. Therefore, if the young don't work hard, the old will be sad. Don't waste time and youth.

You can't do what you regret. Even if you have tried, you will know that it was unwise before, because time flies and time waits for no one. If you lose it, it won't come to you. You will always regret your unwise choice. Don't waste the most for the most beautiful age, and you will succeed if you work hard.

Calling gives me motivation, direction and goal, so I will work hard and strive to do my best for the most beautiful age.

This is a whimsical era, and everyone will have endless beautiful fantasies, just like fairy tales, pure, beautiful and lovely. Of course, I also have a dream. In my heart and mind, there will always be a place, a beautiful place, looming, that is my inner call.

My mind was pulled out, wandering in the air, flying. Because I feel my inner call again, I see the sky, the sun, white clouds, green trees and grass … but I don't care, because they are just passers-by in my life. My dream calls me in that distant place. My destination, the other side of my dream, is Paris in my heart.

Finally, I saw my destination, the bustling city, people coming and going, the source of romance and the destination of my soul. Whose hand will I hold? Walk on this path covered with yellow leaves and listen to the beautiful music here! I looked at her beside me. Her face was moving, beautiful, sometimes blurred, sometimes clear. I sighed, crazy, like choking.

It hurts so much, so beautiful, I want to reach out and touch her face! Unfortunately-this is just a dream, a daydream, a fantasy, a fantasy of the soul. I want to withdraw my thoughts from reality and say goodbye to her I love! Don't! I don't want it! I want to keep her! So, I grabbed the brush and drew the face that made me beat with my memory! Don't! I am not satisfied! So, I wrote this article to express my thoughts.

Once again, my thoughts are gone, once again-my tears are falling, where should I go?

Is this my dream Paris? Where my soul belongs? After several years, I will definitely hold your hand! Walking in our dreamy fairy tale world! I will never forget your face!

The call of my heart, a beautiful place, is willing to find the destination of my heart with you!

In a Chinese class, the teacher seemed to dictate words on a whim. Before dictation, the teacher tried once in class 3, and class 3 was wiped out. No one is right and few people make mistakes. After hearing this, I thought to myself: It seems that this dictation will be very troublesome.

Actually, it's really troublesome The second word stuck with most of my classmates, and I wrote it after thinking hard. At the end of dictation, we also got the same result as Class 3-all of them were eliminated, and many students wrote several correctly. This is simply a shame. What is even more shameful is that we have learned these words for a long time, and the words repeatedly emphasized by the teacher are not only our shame, but also the shame of Chinese characters. The language used in China is even wrong.

Chinese characters are not creatures and can't make sounds, but I heard its call: "Please pay attention to us!" " "

The shame of Chinese characters is not only reflected in this aspect. Now, with the development of virtual network, people seem to be smarter, and all kinds of new Chinese characters have been invented. On the internet, Chinese characters are disassembled, with pictures and English inserted in the middle, becoming new Chinese characters. There are all kinds of Chinese characters that are not like Chinese characters on the Internet, and what network terms, "Martian", have appeared, which I think is the shame of Chinese characters.

The shame of Chinese characters goes far beyond this. These piles are ugly. This is our unique way of writing in China. Why do you waste words like this?

Chinese characters are our unique characters, and the shame of Chinese characters is also the shame of China people. Chinese characters are really not creatures, nor can they make sounds, but they are accumulated from the long history of China. "Forgetting history is betrayal", and I think destroying Chinese characters is also betrayal. Therefore, I would like to appeal to Chinese characters: "Please pay attention to Chinese characters and don't let them lose face again!" "

Writing on the topic of calling 10 In the darkness, we call for peace; In hot weather, we call for showers; In life, we need understanding, honesty and care ... With the development of economy and social progress, we call for democracy, harmony and civilization. In this new era of 2 1 century, no matter what we do, I think we should talk about civilization, and civilization is the foundation of doing things. In an enterprise, if you want to enter a good company, you must be civilized, which is related to your later life. For example:

A well-known foreign company is recruiting talents. A graduate of a famous university confidently applied for the job. After the written test, the number of 300 people dropped to 5. The following is an interview. The student walked confidently into the examination room. Faced with so many invigilators, he didn't show any fear or fear. Facing the aggressive attitude of the examiner, he calmly answered, and the invigilator nodded approvingly. Seeing this, candidates have answers. At this moment, a person who looks like the invigilator came over and said something to the invigilator. The invigilator nodded and told the examinee that you can go out. Candidates have gone out and are about to go out. He found a piece of waste paper by the door, but he didn't care. He didn't answer, closed the door and left. The notice came, and the candidate was not selected. He was very angry and went to the supervisor for questioning. The supervisor said calmly that your interview that day was really good, but you didn't talk about civilization. When you see waste paper, you don't pick it up casually, but choose to turn a blind eye. Our company will not want people who can't see civilization. Hearing this, the examinee bowed his head in shame.

This incident can tell us that civilization is the basis of doing things. If you don't talk about civilization, you will lose the basic principles of being a man and nothing will succeed. So, I call for civilization here. In such a brand-new era, how wonderful it would be if everyone talked about civilization!

The blue ocean is the most important part of human life, and it is also the environment on which people live.

The vast ocean is endless. The world's ocean area is 361000,000 square kilometers, accounting for 7 1% of the whole earth's surface, while the world's total land area is only14.9 million square kilometers, accounting for only 27% of the total earth's area. This shows how big the ocean is!

In people's eyes, the sea is dreamy and omnipotent. There are groups of small fish swimming around, fierce great white sharks and beautiful jellyfish ... but now the sea is not so beautiful and blue, and garbage is floating everywhere, and the smell goes straight to the nostrils. If you want to ask who did this, it is of course human! The ocean provides new energy, delicious food and essential oil and salt for human beings, but human beings are ungrateful and begin to pollute the ocean and litter. How many innocent fish have been killed by this rubbish! Sometimes large-scale engineering construction is carried out at the seaside, and some engineering wastes will be thrown into the sea. To make matters worse, some people throw a lot of chemicals into the sea, which makes the sea gradually stink, from the blue sea to the black smelly sea, and the fish stink and float on the sea with the garbage. What a scene it will be! Greedy humans are not cool enough, so they catch a lot of fish at home to taste. They are more destructive than tasting them! Many fish are buried under the harpoon in the sea every year. Maybe in a few years, the sea will disappear from this world! Instead, it is the "infamous" smelly sea! Man, you have heard that the sea appeals to you again: "help us!" " Stop ruining us! "

Wake up, human, maybe your time will not last long after the extinction of the ocean!

Write 12 "Li Xiaolei, where are you?" On a silent night, several shouts crossed the sky and reached my ears. It was the anxious cry of parents. A classmate in our class is missing, and his whereabouts are unknown.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, we were informed that a classmate had gone to school to get his homework and disappeared. None of the surveillance cameras caught him, and neither did the school janitor's uncle. All the students who live near the school came out to look for him. Li Xiaolei, where are you? You can hear the shouts of classmates and parents ten miles away. There are shouts and police cars everywhere, but that classmate seems to be avoiding us and refuses to appear.

Li Xiaolei, where are you? Students are like bullfighting, rushing between classmates' communities and schools, and parents are anxious like ants on hot bricks, pacing in the monitoring room; Even the teachers came from home to look for this classmate, but he seemed to be wearing an invisibility cloak and disappeared out of thin air and never appeared again.

A few hours later, we left our classmate's community and ran wildly in several nearby communities, shouting earth-shattering The situation is already five steps for classmates, ten steps for parents and one step for police. All the blocks near the school were brightly lit, and there was a cry, "Li Xiaolei, where are you?" With the call, residents also sent out searching for you, many people lost their voices, but the figure of this classmate still disappeared.

Li Xiaolei, where are you? The phone didn't fade away until 12: 30 in the evening, and the panic situation was under control, because an amazing news came-Li Xiaolei went home by himself. The boulder in our hearts finally fell to the ground, and our mood could not be calm for a long time, as if we were still in a tense moment of bright lights and loud shouts.

The next day, the teacher criticized and educated the students and taught us not to run around at will. When we go out, we should tell our parents in time, and don't lie about going out to play and refuse to go home on the pretext of doing homework.

I hope that the shocking situation yesterday will not happen again.

In today's society, environmental pollution is serious. Mother Earth is black and blue, and human beings living on the earth are the culprit. Can we live up to nature and Mother Earth?

river pollution

I came to the river and looked at the gutter in front of me, thinking: Is this still the crystal clear stream in the past? At this moment, I heard the cry of the river: "Woohoo-"I stepped forward and asked with concern, "Blackie, what's wrong with you?" "It's all those people who dump garbage and discharge sewage indiscriminately, which makes my whole body stink and cause serious pollution." The river said weakly. I sighed and walked away without looking back.

air pollution

I came to the orchard and looked at the black fruits on the branches. I can't help wondering, isn't this fruit red Why did it turn black? Suddenly, I heard the fruit on the branch calling, "Don't eat us, we are poisoned." "What's the matter?" I asked. "We breathe the gas from the chemical plant next to us, and our bodies are polluted, so we have toxins," said the fruit with a sigh. I shook my head helplessly, worried about the fruit.

water pollution

I came to the edge of the lawn and saw the grass standing there with a yellow face and a depressed head. I am worried: Will the grass be polluted? Suddenly, the grass shouted, "Don't come over! Don't come over! " "Why?" I asked strangely. "We have been invaded by the toxic sludge from the ceramic factory. Our bodies are covered with heavy metals and corrosive substances, and our feet will rot as soon as they step on them. " The grass said in horror. I left with a heavy heart.

The clear river turned into a stinking ditch; Sweet fruit becomes poisonous fruit, which can poison people; The green grass turned into a dusty poisonous grass. "Help us! Help us! " Rivers, fruits and grass make sincere calls. We can't sit idly by and protect the environment, which is our unshirkable responsibility!

We will have a lot of calls. The most common names are "mom" and "dad", or calling classmates and friends by their names, or calling something abstract, which will definitely leave the deepest impression on us, because sometimes the address is more than just a name, and all the words in it are "the authorities are fascinated, the bystanders are clear."

When I was 4 years old, I went to kindergarten. On the way to register, I always thought I was going there to play.

In the kindergarten, I was playing with the slide happily when I suddenly saw my father leave. I was anxious and shouted "Dad!" But dad didn't even look back, and my tears immediately broke like beads, crying and shouting: "Dad! Dad! " The female teacher next to me hugged me, but I still kicked and shouted, sobbing and shouting.

/kloc-when I went back to my hometown at the age of 0/0, my grandmother kept pestering me.

She kept saying, "Baby, how often do you come back!" " At lunch, grandma kept putting vegetables in my bowl. She kept saying, "The baby will grow taller if he eats more!" " "She was talking when she was sleeping at night, and suddenly she called me" Baby! " "I looked up and saw grandma's sunken eyes full of love. "Go to sleep." That's what she said

1 1 years old, his grades plummeted.

One day, the teacher suddenly stopped me: "Shi". After hearing this, I hurried to the teacher. She asked me what happened recently, and my grades dropped, with a reproach in her tone. I suddenly felt that the teacher cared so much about me, how could I let her down, so I didn't slack off.

Simple calls are so common, only to find that communication between people begins with the first call. In the journey of life, how many memories that phone call carries, we should cherish every phone call.

When we close our eyes and recall the past, we will find the past gone and the unchanging beauty-that call is the best proof.

Writing on the topic of calling 15 "This is the call of the soul, this is the dedication of love" Maybe everyone is familiar with this lyric. Yes, the call of the soul, there are really too many calls in our lives.

This call comes from family, friends, strangers and hearts ... I will call when I am happy, when I am sad, when I am in pain, and when I am helpless. Because calling is a reminder, calling is attention, calling is guidance, and calling is love.

Take the lyrics above as an example, "This is the inner call and the dedication of love". Through it, we can deeply understand that some people must be at a critical moment. Why? Because this call is from the heart, because when you are most helpless, you will call everyone with sincere heart and ask for help. Therefore, we can say in one sentence: "Call is warm and beautiful love!"

I remember when I was in the second grade, we learned an article. We have been grasping Qing for a long time, but the most impressive thing is one sentence. The author said, "Mom, I have heard you calling out my birth name on the other side of the mountain." This is a composition with the theme of call.

It profoundly shows the author's feelings of missing his hometown and relatives. The author wrote his love and kindness to his hometown through calling. Therefore, we can also say: "Calling is a sweet and warm feeling and a warm expression of emotion!" "

Call, there are really many words to describe you in this Qian Qian language, but I really don't know what words to use to describe you, just praise you! Because you are around each of us, you are in every corner of time. Your strength is really great, you can return the swallows; You can turn the prodigal son back; You can make many people strong; You can also make many people feel warm …

Call, you are your inner voice; You are the blasting of true feelings; You are happy to the extreme; Hello is a bridge between hearts.

Call, call ... I will always call you _-a bridge between hearts.