Missing composition material in autumn

People sometimes just want to be quiet for a while, and they can enjoy sadness. At this time, the author understood her mother and her care for herself, but all that was gone with the falling leaves flying in the autumn wind. The following is the autumn composition material I brought to you, hoping to help you.

Miss Qiu's composition material article 1 It's another year of sweet-scented osmanthus blossom. I don't know, is it okay there? -inscription

I spent my childhood in the countryside, accompanied only by my grandmother, my old house and rhubarb dog. ?

In my impression, grandma is very kind. She usually likes to move the bamboo rocking chair in the old house to the laurel tree in front of the house on a sunny afternoon, and then put an old radio next to it. And there are always operas on the radio that I can't understand. Grandma was lying in a rocking chair, and the singing of "making baby" on the radio was combined with the sound of "creaking baby" when the rocking chair shook, which drifted away in the afternoon and dissipated in childhood.

Whenever this time, grandma always likes to tell me stories about her and grandpa. The story is very old-fashioned: she lost her way in the mountains and was saved by her grandfather who just came back from hunting in the mountains. It was love at first sight, and it was natural for them to be together. And that osmanthus tree was planted at this time. The reason is simple: Grandpa likes to eat Osmanthus Jelly.

Grandma likes autumn very much. I don't know if it's because of trees or people. Every autumn, she always shakes many osmanthus flowers to brew osmanthus wine, make Osmanthus Jelly, soak osmanthus tea and so on. And I am greedy, so whenever it comes to autumn, I always expect osmanthus to bloom. When I smelled the sweet-scented osmanthus, I knew: Oh, there will be something delicious in a few days. Now Osmanthus Jelly sells it in the vegetable market occasionally, and the taste seems to be similar, but I can't eat it any more.

According to my uncles, my grandparents got married in autumn, in the season when osmanthus flowers were in full bloom. Grandpa is a "rogue" and grandma is a good family. They are so incompatible but they love each other very much. Later, grandpa got cancer, so he couldn't drink or eat greasy food. Grandma will often soak some Osmanthus Jelly, brew some osmanthus wine, and occasionally give grandpa a drink. Grandpa's last words to grandma before he left were: "Don't wipe your tears, old woman. I enjoy happiness before you. Why are you crying? Decades or hundreds of years later, you came. " The whole ward was crying at that time. ?

Later, when I was in primary school, my grandmother also went. She cooked a meal the night before, and then put her little grandson to bed. The next day, I found my grandmother leaning against the bed, wearing the wedding dress of that year, just like she did more than 60 years ago. Her head is facing the window. I don't know whether she is looking at the tree that has accompanied her for more than 60 years or alone. ?

During the wake, my father in his fifties cried like a child. He said to me, "Your grandmother told our brother before that she would die with dignity and never die in the hospital. She, she ... "?

A few days after grandma left, rhubarb dog died, and the old house was deserted. Occasionally the wind blows. Do the rustling leaves miss the past or the people who miss the past? Or both?

Years are long. Autumn is coming again, osmanthus flowers are blooming again, but the old man is gone. ...

Missing in Autumn Composition Material Article 2 Walking on the road of life, sowing and flowering at any time makes people feel pain when stepping on thorns; There are tears to shed, but I don't feel sad. Autumn has come, the flowers are gone, but the colors are still bright and the pedestrians on the road are still the same.

Winter goes to summer, and the stars are shining, and I don't know how many spring and autumn years have passed in a hurry, leaving only vague footprints that are gradually blurred by dust. It is the season when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

This year's chrysanthemums are in full bloom, showing their colorful fleeting time without leaving any room. Every unforgettable season, there is always grandma's kind smile and delicious moon cakes. I grew up with my grandmother, who said that I was born in the season of enjoying chrysanthemums and the moon, and my fate was doomed by the moon, so I can always eat a large plate of moon cakes made by my grandmother during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my parents will buy all kinds of beautifully packaged and well-made moon cakes, but I prefer the earth moon cakes made by my grandmother. The moon cake is not big enough to fit in the palm of your hand. Five kernel stuffing is carefully selected by grandma, mixed with live sugar, and served with layers of crispy skin as thin as cicada wings. Anyone who eats it will be full of praise. After eating moon cakes, grandma will take me to the community park. I like to hear the rustle of Jin Yezi being crushed. I always run and jump, leaving a string of reminders. Golden paths and chrysanthemums with different postures echoed the laughter of our grandparents and grandchildren. Watching the moon with grandma at night, grandma always tells the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. I said that the moon cake was given to my grandmother by Sister Yue. Grandma had no choice but to follow me and say, "It's for my eldest grandson" and touch my little brain affectionately.

I went to middle school and was busy studying. It's like a door between me and my grandmother. My grandmother's face sometimes echoes in my mind, sometimes turns white, fades away and disappears without a trace.

I went to my grandmother's house this Mid-Autumn Festival. On the bus, I looked out the window. The white clouds are pale yellow. On the way, I didn't say a word, staring at my face reflected in the window. Finally, I saw a familiar neighborhood. As soon as the car stopped, I flew out of the car like a caged bird and ran on the sidewalk. As soon as I stepped into the corridor, I shouted: Grandma! Grandma! The whole corridor echoed with my voice, and I came to the door step by step. Before I knocked on the door, the door opened and there was a familiar response. Grandma stood in front of the door and a kind face appeared in front of me. I jumped into the room, and there was a table of delicious food in the dining room. Jiaozi, chicken legs and fried shrimp are all my favorite foods, and there is a dish of unique fruit on the coffee table. Later, I learned from my mother that grandma started preparing two days ago, and some ingredients were bought by grandma after several stops.

In the evening, the family went to the window to enjoy the moon, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky was blue and smiled at me. A familiar fragrance came to the nose, and a plate of moon cakes was served on the table. I ate two big moon cakes like autumn leaves. Delicious on earth! Satisfactory patting your bulging belly is like going back to childhood: eating moon cakes, lying in bed, listening to grandma telling familiar stories and looking at the golden moon, which is round and bright. This golden season has become my eternal memory.

At that time, I held grandma's hand and thought I had held it for a summer.

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In my childhood memory, summer is like bubbling soda, sunset at dusk, grandma's rough hands, and cats who often lie on the windowsill. Another summer, hot air poured into my window with thoughts, pulling my thoughts back to the past. After junior high school, I almost never went to see the grandmother who stayed in summer forever-the grandmother who always smiled and looked at me quietly in the sunset.

Grandma likes flowers. In summer, there is a yard full of flowers in her backyard. Every time I go to the backyard, I always see a flock of butterflies flying around, and grandma is standing in the sea of flowers watering them. At that time, the sky seemed to be blown by the wind all night, and no cloud was clean. Only pure blue is left, proudly rendering on the top of the head. Like a blue ink bottle inadvertently knocked over, with the endless cries of cicadas, it is inextricably linked with blue. That photo is the most beautiful summer I have ever seen in my life.

Later, she began to cut the flowers growing in the backyard and make her own bouquet. Then she used one of her Xiao Mu cars to push the flowers she made and took me across the hutong to sell them. She doesn't get annoyed every time she doesn't sell flowers. She always picks out the two most beautiful flowers and picks them. One is on my head and the other is on her head. She will lead me for a walk in the backyard under the sea of flowers. The flowers were pinned to her head, and she stood in the sea of flowers, where a ray of summer sunshine was sprinkled. Think of this scene again after a long time, and a sentence will come to mind: white-haired people send black-haired people, and time waits for no man.

The farewell flute came quietly, and grandma was going back to her hometown. When she went back, I made a scene. Say nothing and let her go. Tears blurred my vision, and I tugged at my grandmother's skirt, as if I were the child who just went to kindergarten when I first met her. She turned around and stroked my head: "If you miss me, let mom and dad take you to grandma's house to play, okay?" Grandma broke my hand. I don't know why I feel like I can't catch grandma anymore.

Grandma's memory gradually became mottled in the gear of time. It was not until that day that I learned that my grandmother died of illness ... my heart seemed to miss a beat. My mother said to take me back to visit my grandmother. I went to many flower shops and bought lilies. Sweat mixed with tears across the corners of the mouth, why do you have to buy lilies? Grandma says she likes lilies best. She said that every girl is as pure as lilies ... Grandma, do you have lilies there?

It turns out that there is no real parting Changting Road, so it is not recommended to drink more. Maybe on an ordinary summer morning, some people stopped at that moment. But life is a train to the grave, and there will be many stops on the way, so it is difficult for someone to accompany it from beginning to end. When the person accompanying you wants to get off the bus, be grateful even if you don't give up, and then wave goodbye.

Grandma, tell me, is the sunshine making me miss summer, or does summer touch your light?

Although the fourth mountain is high, it is not as high as maternal love; Although the sea is deep, it is not as deep as maternal love; Clouds are white, but not as white as maternal love; Although flowers are bright and beautiful, they are not as bright and beautiful as maternal love ... I didn't know such a great maternal love until I read the text Missing in Autumn.

This text is about the author Shi Tiesheng. Although his mother was seriously ill, she still racked her brains to find ways to make the child happy and cheer him up again. She also took care of her paralyzed son silently, firmly, optimistically and meticulously, encouraging him to live a strong life. Just as her child promised to accompany her to see chrysanthemums, she fell down. At the last minute, she was still worried about her children. The mother in the book left a lingering impression on me. It turns out that maternal love means watching quietly, carefully probing, pleading eyes and dying worries. I was deeply moved by her spirit.

If someone asks me, "Who do I love most in this world?" I will not hesitate to answer: "Mom and Dad." Because they trained me from a young baby to a vibrant girl with the milk of love. Their love permeates every step of my growth.

I remember once, I had a high fever. Dad was not at home at this time, and it began to rain again. My mother is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. She has a rash. Without saying anything, she took an umbrella and took me directly to the hospital. My mother was tired and panting all the way. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Sometimes I lean my umbrella against my mother, and my mother finds it, which is very good for me. I shed tears after listening to my mother's words. Finally, I arrived at the hospital. My mother put me in a hospital bed and called a doctor at once. The doctor looked at me and found that I was fine, so he told my mother. My mother finally put down her hanging heart. The doctor said, but I need an injection. I used to be afraid of the word "needle" and didn't dare to give an injection. My mother saw my mind and held me in her warm arms. When I got home, my mother took good care of me again, and I didn't want to rest until I got well.

My mother really loves me a lot. These things are like shells that can't be found on the beach, like invisible clouds in the sky, and more like countless stars in the night sky. Mom, in order to let me learn to walk, she made my back ache; In order to let me learn to speak, she wore out her mouth; She broke my heart and asked me to study ... mom, she did it all for me, regardless of herself. How wonderful! I am like a little flower, and my mother is like a big tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain; I am like a grass, and my mother is like a spring rain, nourishing my growth; I am like a lost passer-by, and my mother is like a road sign, guiding me how to go ... I know that my best reward now is to study hard, grow up healthily and face difficulties bravely.

If I go back in time, I will be kind to my mother.

After my legs were paralyzed, I was still optimistic about life. Looking at the geese heading north in the sky, I will think of "a crane in a clear sky, bringing poetry to Bixiao." ; Listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I couldn't help singing along. My mother always comes to chat with me with a smile. Do you feel better today? "Mom, this is much better. You don't have to worry too much. " "By the way, the chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom, and I will show them to you tomorrow!" I was very happy and replied, "Yes, I just want to go!" " Mom said excitedly, "After watching the chrysanthemums, we will go to eat imitation food." . When you were a child, you liked pea yellow there. Remember that time I took you to Beihai? You said that poplars are caterpillars, running around and stepping on one, so happy! "My eyes were full of nostalgia and I said," Yes, how carefree life was when I was a child! " Mother got up and said to me, "Oh, I have to get ready, but don't forget, you should be alone for a while!" " "Say that finish, walked out of the room with a big smile.

The next morning, my mother got up, woke me up with my sister, and began to prepare me to wash and dress. She wrapped me up like a zongzi and said, "Autumn is coming, and it will be cold the next day after the rain, and it will be cold after an autumn rain!" " "Say that finish, I put my hat on my head and said," Mom sewed this for you, which will keep you warm! " "In fact, my heart is warm.

When I arrived in Beihai, my mother pushed me along the road. The chrysanthemums on the roadside are beautiful, the yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are noble, and the purple flowers are warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind. When my sister and I were fascinated, my mother quietly stepped aside and squatted on the ground, clutching her stomach. After a while, I turned around and saw my mother, and so did my sister. She ran over and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" I also pushed the wheelchair in the past, and suddenly I saw my mother spit a little blood, so I asked my sister to help at the door, and I watched beside my mother. My mother, clutching her stomach and sweating all the time, said to me, "Tiesheng, my mother is fine ..." I choked up and couldn't say it!

After a while, the helper came, picked up my mother and put her on a stretcher, and another young man followed me with my car.

"Drip-drip-"The sound of the machine kept ringing in the ward, and my sister and I stayed by the bed. My mother said to us with a face of shame, "son and daughter, I'm sorry, my mother didn't show you chrysanthemums today." Hey, this body is too disappointing! " I quickly said, "no, mom, I'm glad you're okay!" " "My sister also said," Yes, didn't the doctor say that you can leave the hospital in a few months? We'll go next year! ""Mom said with a smile, "Well, mom is relieved to have you two sensible children!" "

I wish I could turn back the clock. I'll be wise. But I can never go back, leaving only full of regrets.