Sad composition material

Composition on Sadness (1) It has been more than two years since my mother died. Her five siblings have six or seven bags of rice left, piled on the bed, with a total weight of four or five hundred Jin. 16-year-old elder sister Mukuyi Shengmu said that when the jar was empty, she and her sister Mukuyi Wumu went to the street to grind rice with rice on their backs. Rice can be stored for many years without hulling. "Mom may think that with these rice, at least we won't be hungry."

Sitting by the wooden bed, talking about her mother who died young, the Yi girl was as calm as an adult. My sister hides behind her shyly, and most of the questions to outsiders are just nodding or shaking her head, but she loves to laugh. 12-year-old Mu Kuyi Wu Mu (Chinese name: Liu Yi) wrote her thoughts about her mother in her composition. "The meal is ready, call mom, mom is dead." A classroom exercise "Tears" with more than 300 words makes readers feel distressed.

Because of the composition "Tears", the fate of Mu Guyi and Wu Mu's family has received more attention. With the intervention of the government and public welfare people, the future of the five brothers and sisters is possible.

Five brothers and sisters are used to living without their parents.

Starting from Xichang, the state capital of Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture, the train shuttles between the mountains for 3 hours. Yuexi County and Laojiu County, one of Laojiu County in Liangshan Prefecture, are both between 2000 and 3500 meters above sea level. The obvious characteristics are the gathering of Yi people, inconvenient transportation and backward economy. There is a Puxiong town 4 kilometers away, which is the gem village and the home of Mukui Yiwumu.

Compared with other villages hiding deep in the mountains, Baoshi Village is not remote, but the road is difficult. The three gray brick houses in her family were built just before her father died, and they still retain their original appearance, which is of medium level in the village. The outhouse has an old sofa and a dozen small benches, and the bedrooms on both sides have the function of storage rooms. Three younger brothers huddled on a single bed, with potatoes piled in the corner. The other room was Mukuiwu's and his sister's room, and the rice cooked by his mother was piled on the bedside.

Among the five daughters, the elder sister Mu Yisheng Mu 16 years old, and the elder brother Mu Xiaoping 14 years old. Both of them have dropped out of school. Wu Mu, who writes tears, 12 years old, ranks third, followed by two younger brothers, 10 year old Mu Kuxiao and 5 year old Mu Kuxiao.

This family seems to have long been used to life without parents. In the morning, Xiaojie woke up and shouted. The two brothers immediately went into the house to dress him and coax him to play. In his small schoolbag, there is a math exercise book for preschool class, and the answers to the crooked arithmetic problems on it are all written by Teacher Lao Si.

Potatoes and corn are planted on more than an acre of land at home. This year, my sister and brother went out one after another. After school, Mukuyi and Wumu will take their four sons to dig potatoes, cut pig grass and feed them to pigs, and then cook for their two younger brothers. Grandma, who is nearly seventy, sometimes comes to help. However, grandma's energy was limited, and Mukui Yimu's uncle passed away, leaving three young cousins who lived with their grandparents in the old house.

Before 20 10, this family still has a pillar. I remember my father went to Puxiong and Chengdu to work, doing the heaviest work on the construction site and always coughing. Sometimes, I come back once every two or three months to help my mother farm. But even she can't remember the exact date of her father's death. She only remembers that it was 20 1 1, and her father died of tuberculosis. She was only 12 years old in the third grade, and her youngest brother was less than 1 year old.

Seeing that my mother was too hard and in poor health, my eldest sister dropped out of school to help her mother do farm work and look after her younger brother and sister. Later, my mother was bedridden with heart disease, and a shadow hung over this fragile family.

In their compositions, Mu Kuyi and Wu Mu described the scene of taking their mother to the town and seeing a doctor in Xichang, saying that they spent all their money and were still ill. 20 13 in may, my mother was ill again, and her face was very ugly. She was sent to the town hospital by her uncle who came back from work.

But she insisted on going home this time. "Sister (Mukuyi Wu Mu's nickname), mother wants to go home. It's uncomfortable here, or comfortable at home. "

Finally, Mukuyiwumu and her sister took her mother home. That day, she went to the outhouse to cook for her mother. When she came forward, her mother was already dead. Since then, the five brothers and sisters have become orphans.

Media reporters and government officials from all walks of life set foot on their homes.

As early as June this year, when my elder sister went to school, she saw an essay written by her sister on the classroom wall, which had not been paid attention to by the media at that time. My sister said, "It makes me feel bad", so when sisters get along, no one talks about this topic. Mu Kuisheng Mu said that in the most difficult time, her family relied on two minimum living standards-monthly 100 yuan to make a living. However, since June last year, the government has issued a special relief fund for orphans' living allowance for five siblings, with a monthly allowance of 678 yuan. Five people add up to more than 3000 a month. Pan Xiaowu, secretary of the branch of Baoshi Village, said that the per capita annual income of the village is only 5,000 yuan. "What they lack is not money, but care." Huang Hongbin, chairman of Sichuan Soma Flower Foundation, stressed.

Ren Zhongchang, the head teacher, once visited Wu Mu's house and gave him a pink toy-cartoon calf. This is the only toy that can be seen at home, and it is also the brightest object in the room. These days, all kinds of media and government officials stepped into the house, and most of the time she was at a loss. She lowered her head and fiddled with the calf. She nodded or shook her head when others asked questions, but she kept laughing. She told reporters that she liked this gift from the teacher very much and would hold her calf when she slept at night.

Little brother Muku Xiaojie is very clingy. He likes to be hugged and weighs as light as a three-year-old child in the city. He will "pose" generously in front of the camera, love to look up at "Bear" in front of TV, and also like "Big Wolf". The enthusiastic people who came to visit said "bye-bye" and left. He waved all the way and shouted "bye-bye".

In front of outsiders, my sister is like a parent. She is forbearing and decent, saying "not bad" and "not bad" at most, and avoiding talking about past sufferings. But her circle of friends signed "Only I know how tired I am". The second child, Mu Xiaoping, dropped out of school in August 20 14, when he had not finished the sixth grade. He himself explained that he had to do farm work after school, so he didn't have time to review his lessons, and he didn't want to study because of his poor academic performance. In February last year, 65438, he went to Wuxi, Jiangsu Province, where he went to visit his cousin.

"If it weren't for the poor family, Dad wouldn't have to go to work."

The experience of hard work and firewood is not a case in Daliangshan. In the fourth grade classroom of Gemstone Primary School where Mukui and Wu Mu are located, excellent model essays selected by Chinese teachers, including Tears, are posted. Reading one by one, I feel more and more that the words on the wall are more like a miniature version of the pastoral scenery of Daliangshan. In response to the voice questioning the authenticity of the composition, President Jim added an extra lock to the fourth grade classroom.

In 12, three children mentioned seeing their father or mother die. Among them, there are recognized orphans, such as Mukui Ebony, and there are also de facto orphans, such as Gejirida and A Zhi Achamu. In Yi folk custom, the mother remarries without children. Left-behind children can only live with grandparents or uncles. Some people lack care and find it difficult to vent their feelings. It seems difficult for outsiders to guess what impact this experience will have on children's psychology. But just from their words, we can feel despair and sadness. /kloc-Gejirida, who was only in the fourth grade at the age of 0/4, wrote: "I was alone in my father's room, but my father died in a few days. The mother led the child to cry beside me. She said, I'm leaving. "

Huang Hongbin told the teaching teacher that Gejirida was an intelligent and introverted child, and his composition was particularly good. But his father died of illness in his early years and his mother remarried. There are always friends from the society who come to school to find him playing truant, which makes him unable to study with peace of mind. After the volunteers from SOMA Flower Children's Village in Xichang received him, the government entrusted his relatives to ask him whether he would like to come back or stay in the children's village. Gejirida chose to stay. The volunteer explained that when he was at home, only his grandmother lived in an adobe house, with little communication and poor living conditions. It took him more than half an hour to walk from home to school. After arriving in Xichang, living with children of the same age and teachers he is familiar with, Gejirida is much more cheerful and more attentive in class.

There are three or four children who can't speak Chinese very well, expressing the sadness of left-behind children. For example, nikula, an optimistic little fatty in the eyes of teachers, will write in his composition: "My parents and sisters have gone to work in far-away cities. Every time I go up the mountain to cut firewood, I look at the direction of the train and look forward to them. I asked: Dear Dad, did you have a good time in that city? Dad said: Not bad. But I know that they work very hard in the city. "

Another classmate also expressed a similar idea, "I really hope dad can not leave." His understanding of reality is that "if the family is poor, my father won't have to go out to work."

Pan Xiaowu, secretary of the branch of Baoshi Village in Puxiong Town, said that more than 300 villagers in Baoshi Village 199 1 went out to work. According to the family structure of two adults and three children, almost every family has laborers going out to work, and most of them are young men.

"We saw someone on the Internet saying that Yi people are particularly poor and angry because they are lazy." Pan Xiaowu asked, if you are really as lazy as you say on the Internet, why do so many villagers go out to work? Because the mountains are poor, farming can't make money. In order to make a living, most young people leave the countryside to work in other places.

The data that Pan Xiaowu blurted out also includes the number of social assistance places in the village. According to its introduction, there are 0/77 low-income households in the village, 8 orphans who meet the scope of national assistance, and 24 children with special difficulties, most of whom are children whose fathers died. The local villagers said that the children here are sensible since childhood, and they have to do farm work besides going to school. Planting potatoes, cutting pig grass, chopping wood up the mountain, carrying water, etc. It's all routine.

When our uncle and others talked loudly about the children's dead parents, the three younger brothers sat on the small bench next to them, staring at the TV picture as if it had nothing to do with them. They were labeled as "orphans" when they were children. For them, there is no condition of self-pity. It seems that this is the true nature of life, so they have to accept it frankly.

The accident brought changes to family life.

Of course, because of the composition "Tears", the fate of Mu Guyi and Wu Mu's family has attracted more attention. With the intervention of the government and public welfare people, the future of the five brothers and sisters is possible.

Previously, two younger brothers and Mukuyiwumu were successively received free study by Soma Flower Foundation from Xichang Soma Flower Love Primary School. After consulting their relatives and the three children themselves, the post-government people took them home and arranged for Mu Kuichang and Mu Ku Xiaoping to return to campus.

The staff of Yuexi county government said that the departments of civil affairs, education, immigration and poverty alleviation in Yuexi county will integrate their efforts and adopt various channels to increase assistance to Muku Yimu families. Among them, the eldest sister will attend Yuexi County Vocational and Technical College free of charge and subsidize 300 yuan every month; My younger brother will continue to study in the sixth grade at Shaw Primary School; Xiaojie, the youngest Muku, will enter the kindergarten in Puxiong Town, and there will be a school bus every day.

Mu Ku Xiaoping said that he was very moved after seeing his sister's composition, and he wanted to go back to school. "I still want to learn. Learning is necessary. I hope I can help others in the future. "

For the immediate changes, the core party Muku Yimu left the reporter with a shy smile.

Composition about Sadness (2) "Sadness" Yesterday, my composition "Fun on the Internet" was scored -5 by netizens. I was sad, tears fell like broken beads. Shout at grandma: "grandma, come and see!" " They gave me -5 points. Is my composition really that bad? That was written by me in the second grade. Where's grandma? "Grandma said," it doesn't matter, everyone misunderstood. Keep writing and you will succeed! " "I wrote that composition in September 2003, when I was just in the second grade. The teacher didn't teach us to write a composition, but my grandmother (who is a primary school teacher) instructed me to write. At that time, the online composition book was also successfully applied under the guidance of grandma. Grandma said it was all to cultivate my writing pleasure. But after a few months, because of the website problem, I can't open the online composition book, and I can't add the composition. I was very sad at that time. I used to get up in the middle of the night and surf the Internet several times. There were very few people surfing the internet at that time. Maybe I can open it, or "it's a waste of wax for the blind to light a lamp." At that time, the vocabulary was limited, and every composition was about the things around us. I am an honest girl, eight and a half years old this year, and I will be in the fourth grade next semester. These compositions I published were written in the second grade, stored in the computer, and never changed before they were added to the composition book. There are still more than 100 compositions in my computer, and I am going to add them one after another. I believe in myself and I will succeed! I am eager to get help and encouragement from my big brother, big sister and friends.

Composition about sadness (3) Composition about graduation feeling: sadness of graduation.

Facing the feast laid by the years, we smiled at each other and politely advised the wine, as if all the unspoken love and disappointment were hidden behind the sentence. Because we all know that there is no more mellow wine than this bottle of wine in our hands.

It's been a year since you entered high school in a blink of an eye. In this year, your height has increased, your knowledge has increased, and you are more mature than you were in junior high school. In the process of growing up, you will also encounter some setbacks or inadaptability, which will make you feel very sad. Please write a narrative of not less than 800 words on the topic of "sadness".

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Gao Yi (5) Li

The summer vacation when I entered high school, her family changed suddenly.

She lost her parents at once. She was a senior in high school at that time.

My home is only a few meters away from hers, and even the balcony can be connected. As her good friend, I naturally learned about her immediately.

I'm surprised, I'm sad, I can't believe it. I ran to see her. She just came back from her parents' funeral, and her face was horribly white, with faint traces of crying.

She entered the door stiffly as if she didn't see me. I didn't know how to speak, so I followed her step by step to the balcony.

Yes, she goes to the balcony every time she is sad, and then I will listen to her quietly. She sat on the ground against the wall, and I followed her, leaning next to her, waiting for her to talk. A long silence. I looked at her profile uneasily. In my impression, she is not strong and often cries when she is sad. Therefore, her silence worries me more.

The cicadas should be noisy in the summer afternoon, but beside her, on this balcony,

But it's too quiet.

I know she must be very sad.

Determined to speak to comfort her. She spoke and slipped through my ear: "I'm not sad."

What I had to say got stuck in my throat and I looked at her in surprise.

She didn't move, and it took a long time to say, "I was very sad at the funeral." Now I'm not sad. Don't worry. "

I was both shocked and hurt. I found strength in her eyes for the first time. She never knew what being strong was. But how can I tell her? She made me strange and hurt me.

After freshman year, I stopped looking at her on the balcony. Her grandmother moved in to take care of her. And she, because she is a senior three, has more study pressure than I expected. I want to see her, but I dare not see her. I dare not see her. It seems that I am powerful and invincible at once.

Occasionally meet at the stairs, she can easily nod and say hello. I can't. I dare not look into her eyes, as if I should be sad, not her.

Until recently, the college entrance examination came and passed.

On the day when the results came out, I asked my mother to ask her grades. Hearing her excellent grades, I suddenly couldn't help it, as if the injustice of one year had been released at once, as if the prisoner had been moved by the sunshine again.

When I came home the other day, there was a stack of books she sent me. I slowly turned over a book on the balcony. Open the tearful Selected Poems of Pushkin and see the words she left me on the title page:

I can't immerse myself in sadness, so I must put it away. I take sadness as nourishment,

Buried in my heart. Let it be in my heart, always reminding me to make progress.

Girl, remember, don't be sad easily. I have no choice but to bury it in my heart. Next spring, a strong tree will grow in your heart.

Looking at the flickering light and shadow outside the window, I smiled easily, for her and for myself.

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Lu Rong of Grade One 1 Class (10).

I can't bear to see him like this.

He, my brother, used to be such a cheerful and enthusiastic young man. He taught me to play ball and took me to ride a bike, reminding me to pay attention to my physical and mental health after studying. This image of sunshine is equally dazzling in my study. Although he "bullies" me from time to time, I am proud that he is always the first person to stand up and protect me in front of outsiders. From him, I can see the glow of the rising sun, and I can hear the joy of the stream melting snow and washing the bank. Unconsciously, I think he is my role model, whether in study or life.

However, everything has changed.

I press the end button of memory rewind and look back.

Under the fortress surrounded by books and exercise books, my brother bowed his back and fought alone.

I took a glass of water and walked up to him: "Brother, you have been watching it for three hours. Take a break. " Nowhere to put down my glass, I waited for his answer with water. "This posture is not good for your health." I added on purpose. "Oh, wait a minute." He turned around slightly and continued to bury himself in his work without looking up. Another half-hour of loneliness.

Why did this happen? Usually when I ring the doorbell, he will tease me that I have gained weight again, but now I am standing in front of him. This lively young man who insists on combining work and rest and advocates taking health as the foundation of learning is particularly calm and busy.

This is the magic of the college entrance examination. After Er Mo's sudden defeat, his always excellent brother was finally criticized by the teacher. "This young man is too wild, hurry up and don't relax at the critical moment." A golden rule makes all extracurricular activities in vain. Doing the problem and then doing it has become the main theme of my brother's life. I was sad to see him coming step by step.

"Xiaolong, have a rest." My aunt, commander in chief, gave the order and my brother walked out of the house slowly. "You play with your sister for a while, she hasn't come for a long time." I was about to speak when menstruation said, "Fifteen minutes." I'm Zheng. Is this home? Why is it more like a cage? Turning to look at my brother, he sipped his mouth and smiled helplessly at me.

"Don't be surprised, that's it. How can the days before the exam be better? " There is a trace of helplessness in his eyes, like fallen leaves in the evening, with no direction. "How have you been recently?" I asked him foolishly, worried. "Not bad, I am used to it." He shrugged his shoulders relaxed, but I saw that this invisible pressure had wrapped him up. To tell the truth, I didn't expect him to answer like this. It's so depressing. At this point, my heart was sour and speechless, so I had to look at him. My brother quickly looked up at the clock twice, and this action instantly pulled it away from me. Is he still my brother? I couldn't bear to watch it, patted him and said, "I'm leaving." I wish you good results. " He stood up at once and turned back to the house. Leaving a dry "thank you, see you next time" wandering in the air. Suddenly there is an unspeakable pain in my heart. "Hey, did your brother go in?" My aunt saw me and asked softly. "Well, he went to review." The cold sound scared me. "Great, he finally succeeded." Aunt is very happy.

I smiled happily, but I was so sad that I wanted to cry.

Hurriedly ended the visit. I walked all the way, thinking that I had a lot to cheer on. Well, it's no longer needed. Is the college entrance examination really like this? Or is my brother just a mistake? My role model has always been specious, which is the biggest blow to me. Although I have a dull pain in my heart, I still hope that everything will recover as soon as possible and return to the innocent and happy days.

Judging from the topic of sadness and writing skills, this event should focus on its own emotional experience and write "my" sadness. Starting with the influence of my brother on me, this paper shows that after my brother changed, I was hit by my thoughts, so I was very sad. Judging from the title of the text, it meets the requirements. There are many places in the article to express my inner sadness. Although emotional expression is a bit crazy, it is a powerful help to the point. Although the article is shrouded in a low emotional atmosphere, the author's inner hope is still a bright future and the theme is positive. The material selection in this paper is suitable for the life of senior high school students and easier to master, so a material selection that is close to life and can open up ideas can help candidates achieve better results.