Ask high school students to write-1,full of affection 2, three years of classmates' affection 3, unforgettable teacher's kindness 4, and the story of me and strangers is about 800 words each.

Father's love is a mountain, guarding the fire of life; Father's love is fire, which lights the lamp of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the way to lead your life.

I don't know why my father's straight back is bent, why his handsome face is haggard, why his thick black hair is gray, and for whom my father has worked hard for most of his life. ...

Until the third grade.

On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I was sitting on the bus, getting off and going home alone. However, I saw a person, shivering in the dark world and the cold wind. The wind kept blowing his skirt. -It's Dad! Through the window, I clearly saw my father's white hair. It's not the bright moon, no gorgeous decoration, or white hair. It was a piece of white hair, and my father's white hair was overwhelmed by repeated strong winds but stood indomitable. I know who this must be for. ...

Is it my father's white hair, or is my father's heart constantly being crushed and raised? The bus was near the station, and I got off quickly. Obviously, my father saw me. He stopped blocking the coat in the wind with his fingers and ran quickly to me. His coat completely succumbed to the strong wind, but he didn't care about the naked red sweater jumping towards me in this inexplicable darkness.

At that moment, I clearly saw my father's fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears.

My father gently took my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was obviously a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but he was too busy to avoid it. "My hands are too cold." Regardless of my father's dodge, I caught those cold big hands back, knowing that I was grasping the wealth of my life.

With the aging of life, my father turned into a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, a little fatherly love, accompanied me every day and every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will never be poor.

1. The family is full.

Spring has quietly come to us, the spring breeze gently blows the flowers red, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently?

Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we hurried out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? Who quietly put a glass of milk at the corner of the table when we were studying late into the night? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? It's mom.

Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we were unable to protect ourselves, my mother used her broad and selfless love to shelter us from the wind and rain without hesitation; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, mother looked at us silently and carefree; When we are happy, my mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she is still sad with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is!

Since ancient times, many scholars have greatly exaggerated the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We get far more from it than we pay, learn to be tolerant, understand, be broad and think for others, but what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud?

The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is filled with fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day?

Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers. This is telling mom: mom, I love you!

Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother in the tenderest mood and tell her, "Mom, I love you!" " "

Unforgettable love

Unforgettable affection There are many small fish in my mind, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the golden goldfish …

I remember when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year. My classmates were talking about the beauty of spring happily, but I felt bad. Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The whole class said, "Look, her lips are blue." After several classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up and saw my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was 40 degrees" and my mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. Unexpectedly, I was hospitalized for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side. When I got well, I found my mother's eyes were black and her silver hair was a little more. ...

2. Three years of classmates' love

Inadvertently opened the drawer, I saw the broken ruler again, and I couldn't help thinking of that thing a few years ago ... it was a math midterm exam in the sixth grade of primary school. The day before the exam, the teacher told us: "Students, there is a drawing problem in this exam, so everyone must bring a pencil ruler." I studied late that night and didn't pack up what I had to bring for the exam. The next morning, I opened my eyes, huh? It's half past seven! Shit, I'm late for the exam! I dressed in a hurry, put pencils, erasers, etc. spread out on the table into my schoolbag, and ran to school. When I got to the classroom, I took out my things one by one. Pencil, eraser, pen, ruler ... huh? Ah! Ruler! I forgot my ruler! That's it. There are only five minutes before the exam. What should I do? I turned my bag upside down and looked around the seat, hoping to find a ruler. But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag is empty, the ground is clean and there is nothing. Oh, this is terrible. I don't have a ruler. How to do the drawing problem? The teacher came in with a test paper, and I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: "What's wrong with you? Have you lost anything? " In retrospect, I don't know. Although I don't think he can help me, I told him that I forgot to bring my ruler. He sank for a while and said, "I'll give it to you." While I was wondering, he broke his new ruler in half, handed me one and said, "Take it." I took half a ruler, and a feeling of gratitude rose from my heart. But before I could say anything, the bell rang and the exam began. I had to turn around, concentrate on answering questions and draw carefully with a cutting ruler ... the bell rang again and the exam was over. I heaved a long breath. I turned to thank him, but I didn't know what to say He seemed to understand my mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome. It is right to help each other. I'll give you that ruler. " With that, he picked up his things and left. Looking at the back of his departure and the ruler in his hand, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart. It has been several years, but I still remember it clearly and will always stay in my heart. It made me feel the true feelings of the world, and I will continue to spread this true feelings. I hope everyone can feel this true feeling and pass it on.

Never forget your teacher's kindness.

Standing under the bright red flag, we ushered in an unforgettable Teacher's Day. At this happy, warm and exciting moment, on behalf of all the students, I extend our purest, most sincere and warmest hearts and wish all the teachers in No.1 Middle School who care about and cherish our growth a happy holiday. We even hope that our greetings and blessings can smooth the wrinkles on the gardener's face, wipe off the frost on the gardener's temple and make the gardener's wise eyes shine forever!

Being a teacher is hard, but the work of shaping the soul is great; The burning of red candle is short-lived, but it is eternal for her to burn herself and illuminate other people's hearts. You are great not only because (student 5 1.com) taught us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also because you set a good example for us.

Teacher, thank you for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. You have proved to us with facts that learning is not a burden, but a pleasure and responsibility, and a key to the world we have never known before. You taught us to explore boldly, discover and discover with our own brains and hands, and make life full of surprises!

Thank you-teacher, you are a person we can trust forever, and you will ask for help when you encounter difficulties in life. You let us know that we can tell you everything if we want. You often say that you were once a child, so you can understand the joys and sorrows of children.

Thank you, teacher, for letting me know that we can learn from failure, accumulate strength in difficulties, and look for light in the dark. You gave us the courage to use our brains and asked us to be open-minded. You put beauty in our hearts and give us guidance, insight and imagination to build our lives. No matter what we build, you always help us lay a good foundation, and you have done your best for our growth! Perhaps with the passage of time, every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us, but your enthusiasm, courage and kindness will always exist.

Thank you for never laughing at us. When we try, you always pay close attention to it. Even if the result is so insignificant, you always let us know that you have seen our achievements. You let us know that life can be as thin as paper, as deep as the sea and as wide as the sky, and we must make our own choices. Every problem, discovery and experience you led us through fascinated us and showed us the flashing wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.

Suddenly one day we found that you were old, tired and tired. You don't need others' understanding, comfort and support, but you are so silent, quiet, resolute and solemn at this moment.

Red candle, your flickering candlelight is as shaky as your tired and thin body, but it is so firm in the eyes of students: your dripping tears wet your clothes. You know, in the eyes of students, it has cast the most perfect sculpture under your feet.

Teacher, your light is limited, but it is your limited light and heat that fuse together and ignite the radiant light of the motherland's take-off!

Finally, I wish all teachers good health and good luck again.

Teacher, what a sacred word. They have trained generations of talents: scientists, writers, writers, doctors ... their unrequited efforts are really admirable.

Teachers are hard-working gardeners, and we are the flowers of our motherland. Teachers are meticulous in their work, which enables us to thrive. ...

The teacher I admire most is Mr. Jiang. When I was in the fifth grade, Mr. Jiang was assigned to our class to teach us Chinese. Teacher Jiang is an old teacher with rich teaching experience in our school. She left an indelible impression on me.

In class, Teacher Jiang teaches us to read and write. After school, she corrects our homework, leaving her hard sweat on every exercise book. Teacher, you have worked hard!

I remember that many people in our class were timid and didn't speak actively in class for fear of making mistakes. Later, Teacher Jiang encouraged us to say, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if the answer is wrong. I will help you correct it. As long as you dare to raise your hand, it is good. "

I'll tell you one more thing. Teacher Jiang's eyes can still "talk"! In her Chinese class, if someone talks, Ms. Jiang will look at them as if to say, "Don't talk, both of you." They will soon sit down and listen to the teacher carefully. Sometimes some students are called up to answer questions, and their voices are very nervous. Ms. Jiang will give them an encouraging look, as if to say, "Be brave, don't be afraid!" Then, their voices became louder. At this time, the teacher's eyes showed approval again. ...

Teacher Jiang sometimes jokes with us and tells jokes. At that time, there will be laughter in our classroom, and laughter will always "fly out" of the window and disappear into the air ... At that time, how much we want to let time pass slowly! Let's stay with the teacher forever at that moment!

Mr. Jiang, an outstanding soul engineer, has lived up to the people's great trust and trained a batch of successors to the revolutionary cause. Like a candle, she burned herself and lit up others. Like spring silkworms, they dedicated themselves and decorated others; Like chalk, it sacrificed itself and left knowledge; Like a gardener, he tirelessly cultivates small flowers.

Thank you, teacher! We should study hard, live up to your expectations and repay your kindness with excellent results! In the golden autumn of September, we ushered in the annual Teacher's Day. Here, I want to say: "Thank you, Teacher Jiang!"

4. The story of me and a stranger

Sunday is a sunny summer afternoon. Cicada hides in the leaves and makes a loud noise. I turned on the air conditioner to resist the hazy summer sleepiness, and sat on the sofa watching the newly bought The Lord of the Rings. The beautifully bound book exudes ink fragrance, and I can't help but revel in the wonderful stories in the book.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked. "Who could it be?" I wonder, mom and dad went to work and didn't come back until evening. Is it the one across the hall that came to play with me? At this time, the door knocked three times again, and the voice seemed to reveal anxiety. "Someone must have a problem." The teacher said that we should help others. Thinking of this, I left my book and walked to the security door.

Looking out through the cat's eye, I saw an uncle in a plaid T-shirt. But we can only judge his age roughly from his clothes, because his face is hidden under a cap. He walked around in front of the door.

"Who is he?" I try to recall in my mind, but there seems to be no such person in my memory. Mom said, don't open the door to strangers when you are alone at home. My hand on the doorknob hesitated again. Will it open or not?

At this time, the uncle saw that no one answered the door and shouted, "Is anyone at home?" I want to ask who he is first. So I dared to ask, "Who are you? What's wrong? " Uncle seems very tired. He took the bag off his shoulder and put his hand on the doorknob.

"Kid, please open the door. I am a residential property management company. There is something wrong with your plumbing system, and the water flows downstairs. " He shook the bag in his hand at the cat's eye, and it tinkled inside. "Look, I brought tools."

It turned out to be a property management company, and my heart fell when I mentioned it. I quickly shouted, "Wait, I'll open the door at once." The man smiled, revealing a yellow-brown tooth.

As soon as the door opened, the man squeezed in and almost knocked me down. "For what?" I complained and pointed to the location of the kitchen: "My faucet gate is right there. If you want to check, just check. " My uncle didn't move. His clothes were heavy, his chest fluctuated violently and his face was sweaty.

"Uncle, are you tired? Do you want to drink water? " I was about to pour him water when footsteps rang downstairs again. Then the door was pushed open, and two uncles broke in, sweating like the previous uncles. It was midsummer, but they were all wrapped up. A stout uncle even wrapped his nose and mouth in red cloth, and his small black eyes kept turning around.

"This is it." The uncle who came in earlier said to them. I was suddenly scared because they looked like robbers in the movie. I stepped back, leaned against the wall and stammered, "You, what do you want?"

"Fix the water pipe, my little friend." My uncle in a plaid T-shirt grinned grimly and pulled out a dagger to my chin. The blade is shining with cold light, which makes me unable to move. At that time, cold sweat flowed down. I really regret not listening to my parents and opening the door to strangers. These people are probably recidivists who robbed in the name of checking the water meter in the community recently reported on TV.

Uncle Fat punched me in the stomach and I squatted down in pain. "See what see! Hurry up, where are your jewelry and passbook? "

I know the passbook. It's usually kept in the drawer in the bedroom. But I can't say, because that's almost all my family's savings. My father recently bought a suite by mortgage, and 50,000 yuan in Cary was his down payment. The man who came in with Uncle Humpty Dumpty may be their boss. Instead of wearing a scarf, he wore a cowboy hat similar to that in the movie. His baggy canvas trousers are covered with grease and smell of engine oil. As soon as he made signal with the lips, his uncle in a checkered T-shirt rummaged through the room. Seeing that the leather sofa was cut several times by him with a knife, the ring he just bought was turned over and thrown on the ground. I cried sadly, "Keep the change, the passbook is not here." The fat man smiled, and I realized that I had made a mistake. Compared with the 50 thousand yuan in the passbook, the books on the leather sofa are nothing at all.

The tip of the knife pressed against my throat again. "Say, where is the passbook?" I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then there was the sound of the engine downstairs, and the fat man immediately looked around warily. I remembered the plot of the little kid in charge on TV, and thought that I must deal with criminals to the end for that mortgaged house.

I righteously said, "Do you know what you are doing? You are committing a crime! Breaking and entering houses is illegal. If you stop now, I can consider not calling the police. " I learned the tone of TV characters, like using the law to shock a few criminals. In fact, the tip of the knife touched my neck, and my heart was empty. The tall man seemed indifferent, but the chubby man panicked. "Boy, what are you talking about?" At the same time, he blinked at the T-shirt: "Monkeys, look for it quickly. If you are found out, you will be in trouble. I secretly remembered Uncle T-shirt's name!

"Whoever commits robbery, especially if the amount is huge, shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years. If you kill me, you will all be sentenced to death. Think about it, killing a child for tens of thousands of dollars. Even if you can escape the punishment of law, can you escape the condemnation of conscience! You know, Skynet has a long history, but it doesn't leak. The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. " God knows my mood at that time, and I almost used my usual speech and study. The more I talk, the more imposing I am, and the tall man is a little flustered.

At this moment, Uncle Lynx rushed out of the room with a diamond necklace in his hand. God, that's a symbol of dad's commitment to mom, and this guy turned it out. This necklace is far more important to my mother than the 50 thousand quick money. If dad finds out, he will definitely smash my ass. At this moment, laughter rang out from the next room, and the door opened with a loud shout. I know a guest came to my neighbor's house this morning, and the guest is going home. This is the last chance!

I tried my best to bite the fat man's hand with a knife and he let out a scream. The dagger also crashed to the ground. I studied martial arts, aimed at his stomach, kicked him, and turned and ran. The fat man screamed like a pig again. The tall man took a fierce look and pulled out a pistol. Bang bang is three shots. The bullet hit the tea table and the delicate tea set broke into pieces. I had forgotten so much when there was a violent knock at the door, accompanied by a shout: "Is anyone home?"? What's going on! " Monkeys are also facing great changes. They have no time to take care of me. I rushed into the bedroom and locked the door. Then he came to the window and shouted with all his strength, "Somebody, it's been robbed!" " "At present, several uncles heard shouts and rushed towards my house. I grabbed the phone on my desk and dialed 1 10. I trembled and told the police officer what had just happened.

When sirens echoed over the community, three bad guys were subdued by uncles who heard the news. I was sweating profusely and collapsed on the bed. At this time, an anxious call rang out from the crowd: "My child, my child!" " It's mom. She squeezed in, saw that I was all right, held me tightly in her arms, and tears dripped like broken beads.

Afterwards, the police told me that the three criminals were repeat criminals they had been wanted. They took advantage of the local people's fear of being alone at home and often robbed houses. Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of one of my children. Because of my mechanism of dealing with criminals, I have helped the Public Security Bureau make great contributions. My uncle and aunt from the Public Security Bureau gave my family a bonus of 50,000 yuan. I am very happy, because my family's house payment has finally been collected.