I love you too和fall的大学四级英语作文

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　　I LOVE YOU TOO_英语四级作文[1]

　　Month, waxing, rain or shine and tragedies will descend. If do not have a furore at millennium or so, my family might be another story.

　　At that time, the father is plant organ accounting computerization as a clerk. The late 1990 s, the reform of state-owned enterprises are in a crucial stage. Countries with a call, millions of employees are laid off, the posterity. At a time when enterprises and institutions of authority is like an oil spilt into, water droplets into the iron cage. Let be battered by a storm outside, the inside of the people still walk. "A cup of tea, a cigarette, a newspaper to see half a day", this proverb to explain, with each agency unit in China is not alone.

　　After several years of last century it was the time when the coal market is the most weak. The existence of unlicensed small mines, each other the prevalence of depriving the state-owned large and medium-sized coal mine cost advantages, in the fierce market competition. Once, my father's salary can only extend by 70%. I was also going to boarding junior middle school, is a not small cost for home.

　　In this case, the mother said to her father: "I've heard that you unit workshop leadership positions at the grass-roots level treatment is good, why don't you give you led for a workshop with job? Always so laze around in the organ is not matter!"

　　Father agree with mother, then wrote the above application. After half a month, a paper named down, father was appointed as a workshop director.

　　Just arrived, his father to work conscientiously. He is the famous factory, original love clean "a little green vegetables," then he often dressed in overalls and a thick rubber shoes to travel between several plants, make of the whole body is sweat, and oil. He ate and drank with the worker to work, sometimes the machine is broken, need to repair, stared at the father is in the first line, from time to time ask chefs around the relevant technical problems. Really too tired, he lay in the workshop workshop on a bench in the lounge for a little while.

　　(2)

　　Everything comes to him who waits, before long, the father found a good idea can increase the welfare for employees.

　　After purification of raw coal often leave some slime, past the slime is often cited as a waste of wilderness, sun, greatly polluted the environment. The slurry can be used as the raw material honeycomb briquet. Under the condition of the coal industry was booming, if sell slime produced every day to the honeycomb briquet factory, in exchange for money subsidies everyone's home, is it not a win-win thing?

　　To start, my father on the one hand, actively to contact manufacturers to negotiate, on the other hand, lead to report the matter to the factory. Soon the manufacturer and a qualified honeycomb briquet production company reached an agreement.

　　But I don't know what time, my father found that the original piled up coal slime, often puzzling to reduce in the middle of the night. "No domesticthief led to a ghost," father, after a long time for investigations, so he found a middle-level cadres of workshop secretly smuggle coal to another without qualification honeycomb briquet production workshop.

　　So, my father start looking for the "middle" in private conversations, he confesses a thing of the past can let bygones be bygones, but such a thing will not happen again in the future. The "middle" in front of the father to be passive and repeatedly said, but still secretly stay away doing shady business deals.

　　Father finally unbearable, capture problem on another middle smuggled slime, unbearable, on briefing singled out the "middle"...

　　One day after half a month, father suddenly on the busy work. The first day he stands say that they have to work overtime, the second day he said at the end of this year, with tight production tasks; On the third day, he still say they have to work overtime. This finally made the mother suspicious, so to find father father unit.

　　Father did not in the unit, he lay in a hospital bed, a piece of bruises on her face, her arm wrapped in gypsum, legs still have blood.

　　Obviously, his father was beaten by people. He is on duty that day, after dinner on the way back to the unit, the side of the road suddenly rushed out of a dozen bruiser, his father on the head. A disorderly beats... . So, father in unconscious lying on the side of the road for so long, I was kind of passers-by to the hospital.

　　Mother looked at the bed's father, just cry. Said the public security organs, there is no real evidence to prove that his father who was playing. Factory several leadership with a belly, have come to see father, to express our deep sympathy for the sufferings of his, and then turn (audience: "this thing happens outside the factory, not inductrial injury. You also know that factory is currently in difficult times, for humanitarian reasons, of course, only for you a small amount of medical bills. What you have is a whole, also is one of the older workers of the factory, and organization for you want, you also want to give organizations think about what..."

　　Bed, the mother sobbing; On hospital bed, the father a sigh.

　　(3)

　　Early in 2000 is the year of dragon, the relevant state departments began a comprehensive reorganization of small mines. The situation of the coal market improved. But it is precisely in the coal market just "dragon head" in May, his father has been down. The official democratic appraisal is the cause of the cadres is unqualified. And his father need, not others, is the "middle" being criticized by his father.

　　I'll never forget that night with thunder and lightning, his father received a phone call, know that he was demoted. His hand shaking, telephone handset mercilessly fell on the ground, a ringing sound.

　　In the night sky, a flash of lightning struck, followed by a loud thunder, rain like suppressed for a long time, suddenly pouring down...

　　The morning after the rain, I accompany father to go for a walk in the square, "little" to persuade my father: "down came down, 'out of officer, out of danger!"

　　I still remember my father's eyes that morning, that is a kind of what kind of helpless! Inclusion in the melancholy of hesitation, stray loss.

　　A few degrees wind and rain, a few degrees during the spring and autumn, weathered snow rain beat rapids. But person to middle-aged unexpectedly like this truth. The land of the air after the rain soak the feet, muddy lawn leave father deeply shallow messy footprints.

　　Always gentle mother also finally unbearable, "Sue him! I don't believe, so big China, there is no place to argue!"

　　Father doesn't speak, just a and a smoking a cigarette.

　　After the storm, the restoration of a quiet life. Time, perhaps time is the best antidote to treatment for all wounds. However, some pain, although everyone don't want to touch, condensation in the deep, once touched, became scars that never let go.

　　Finally, after days of peace, the Dragon Boat Festival evening, mother and father because trivial things get red in the face. Such a special period, the same when the two sides finally put the condom thing on the table when father finally unbearable, door.

　　It grew dark, the clock tick, the empty room, my mother and me in silence, in silence...

　　Half past nine, ten, eleven o 'clock.

　　Mother began to worry, went downstairs to find his father. In the distance a drunk cry, sad sadness, is the father. Made with my mother and I to the father home, he got a great injustice like a child, mixed ground to say: "you always say let me to tell him, to tell him, I have to ability to win him! His father is the director of..."

　　The Dragon Boat Festival is the most I've a Dragon Boat Festival, with no dumplings, no eggs, only a feather to family matters.

　　(4)

　　Father said that "he", is one of his old leadership.

　　Time back to the mid 1980 s, when father high-spirited, first came to this one is still in preparation stage, only six of coal preparation plant. His father was well written, so there will be left the secretary of the factories and mines as a leader. This is done, for eight years.

　　After the storm, father swallowed down, at the workers' jobs continue to work hard.

　　Until seven years later, things again there has been a dramatic change.

　　In 2007, the leadership of chief father died. Wall, pour all gone, the leader finally because of economic problems in jail.

　　A lot of problems emerged naturally. That year, letting the "middle" buy, his fierce beating, modify the democratic appraisal result, officer, "my father is he. He, as we all know the identity of the factory is an important leadership; And the identity of the unknown, is the problem of honeycomb briquet workshop shareholders and investors.

　　Prison, the old leaders to meet his father. Father should readily. Old leadership feels the father's hand, bother to apologize, said he was a cynical. In a word, and long to put those on TV "corrupt officials confessions".

　　Father looked at him, eyes dull, dignified silence...

　　A few years later, I once asked his father: "do you hate him?"

　　The father said: "once hate, but don't hate now. His daughter was studying in the UK, the cost is very high, with his income level, is absolutely can't afford. Ah, he is also for the children!"

　　All say poor people there will be the place of hateful, but hate the person? Sometimes really has poor?

　　(5)

　　In response to the requirements of national cadres younger, in accordance with the relevant provisions of the factory, workshop of cadres above 45 years old "one-size-fits-all." After so many years of turmoil, father long past the age, to office was not possible.

　　Factory to a new leader, heard that his father, determined to father a easy job, is arranged in the organ by his father refused politely: "now, are quick-witted just rich, these jobs for young people to do!"

　　I surprisedly asked his father: "into the organs work more at leisure ah! No official business, read newspaper, drink a cup of tea water. It is your old job, good!"

　　Father drew one mouthful smoke, silent for a long time, as if in mumbling to say: "young people quit in color, middle-aged people in it, the elderly in it."

　　It's my turn to silence it.

　　Today's father still busy on the ordinary post. Originally most colleagues who work in the organs were developed. Occasionally in eat together, father is becoming more and more in words. Gradually, his father had to "go with ear," gradually became edge of banquets. Therefore, between they and their father.

　　His father in the circle of friends a lot more simple worker. Father always talking and laughing with them. Sometimes, I also tired father perspiration stains on the greasy overalls. Whenever I blame him, his father always laugh at myself a way: "ah, in the clean small green vegetables, now become a" rotten cabbage."

　　Just, in polarization, under the condition of social class increasingly consolidated, father's salary is still difficult. Original father works in the office, and my mother in business school, his father's salary is higher than mother. Whenever they blush, father is compatible with his high horse. Today, the mother's school ranks, city bureau of education directly under the jurisdiction of salary nature has improved dramatically, while father's wage growth is slow. "Economic base determines the superstructure", so the family finances to fall firmly in the hands of the mother nature. But the father seems to be "not ashamed, to honour", he often said: "the money to your mother, I rest assured!"

　　His words is true, who knows!

　　(6)

　　Called home a few days ago, my mother told me that: "your dad to socialize a lot recently..."

　　So, I talk to my father, and charged him away from home, drinking less alcohol, eat more food.

　　Dad very helplessly like me "complain" : "can't, people like us so big age, children are not married, is the parents passed away, weddings, funerals and much more special. Each month your dad I popularity and well..."

　　I do not know how, when he said these, the heart was hurting for a part in a flash.

　　My thoughts do not curb the spread of. I seem to see the sitting under the kerosene lamp, holding a little red book reading hard boy, that even young father. Nanjing xiaguan district learning activist "quotations from chairman MAO" is his best reward; That taught me to write to having substance in speech, remember words, carefully help me to modify the composition form, that is the father of middle age; The sound of red songs is passion, summer night every night will come to the palace of the high red figure, this is now the father.

　　Someone said, father is a mountain. I often think, my father like? He wasn't up to the invasion of the mountain, no tall and straight poplar. I think my father is like a bottomless sea, like the TV series "lurk" song to sing: "dream of the light in the dark, in the heart cover; endure loneliness in weak, only for a belief. My tears is a bottomless sea, my love for you has been replenished. Believe in the power of endless, that is loyal to..."

　　fall_英语四级作文[2]

　　It's chilly early autumn wind, the time of the afternoon was so leisurely and comfortable, the sun light is dizzy, hazy and make the light blue sky appears gloomy.

　　I am sitting under the tree in front of the couch, watching hand green bamboo leaves, imperceptibly into a distant memory.

　　That year, I was 6 years old.

　　When the sky is blue, water is very clear, even the wind with light fragrance of bamboo leaves.

　　Don't know why, I am very quiet, she didn't love to laugh, probably because the environment of my life - the hometown of most of them are the old man in the village, young people go out to work, not the children, even if it does, it can't often go out to play, because the old people always be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, all of a sudden turn invisible man is thought by human traffickers, so all day long staring at their children, don't let him run away.

　　Like a caged bird, delicious good drink, every day is not supposed to have freedom, thus formed the temper of autism, even if the host opened the door one day, you will not go out, because do not fly, also don't want to learn more.

　　Grandma doesn't like other old man looked at me firmly, but the other children don't go out, I had no fun, then stay at home all day, see animation, practice.

　　Until the autumn, he appeared.

　　He is like a beam of light, nine, ten, I heard him tell grandma to take me out to play, and some outside the village children, all with low head, like a fear of the world, because the old man always can speak some dangerous thing, let them fear, afraid to go out to play.

　　I was the smallest of them, a girl, I heard my grandma with the ke rambled mandarin, agreed to the request of the boy, don't know why, my heart have a caper, such feeling, we've never seen a bit of a novelty.

　　Seven or eight children so we go out, all I have been a little pull the boy folds, he also don't mind, let me pull, I am sure that we don't have a person in this village, but I think he is a man of very rich sense of security, as if he is in, nothing happens.

　　My home town and surrounded, beautiful scenery, the only access to a road, so few people to play, he took us to climb a mountain halfway up the hill, there are stone, three high, after the stone don't know when to have a small lawn, has withered by half, some dark color, make the person's mood very not up, but there is a bamboo forest by lawn Mao Zhusheng many high, over the lawn, leaves hanging over the rock nearby, sunshine is illuminated through the green bamboo leaves, added a few minutes for such a tiny world green.

　　Leng for a while, the god of me, suddenly found that hand a loose, quickly recovered panic looking for him, don't know why, empty hands, it seems empty a piece of heart. But on one side, he didn't go far. He stood at the edge of the rock, slightly bigger stone, seems to want to climb up, I quickly ran past, stand tiptoe to pull his legs, he looked back, eyes have a little confused, so look at me, asked: "what's wrong?" His voice is very nice, very fine very soft and very clean, I think not heard the voice, can not help but have a moment of lapses, he saw that I don't speak, just go back and continue wondering how to climb, I return to absolute being, mouth shouted: "brother." My voice of waxy waxy, should be a long time didn't make any noise, he turned again, gentle smile, looking at me, waiting to hear the word of my next, I slowly open, voice still so young: "you're going to leave me?" With some careful, I asked gently. He one leng, then smile amplification, eyebrow eye, curved such smile is beautiful, I think I have never see such a smile in my life, because the smile is from the heart, very clean, without any impurities, but I was such a laugh shakes her eyes, because that smile too sincere, too bright, not for me so that all the year round in the dark.

　　He stood high, like a deity, the pageant is the bright and dazzling light, his smile, his hand, as if he were to his subjects to grace, I hastened to retract a hand, away from his hand to touch my head, for fear that I such a humble person defiled his holy hands.

　　The smile on his face froze, in the whole of the light in my eyes slowly retreat, finally like a normal person, I think. Take back his hand, looking at me, mouth issued a voice like that, or so light: "elder brother go up, where are you going?" I heard, a little afraid, but don't want to play with other children who are here I will not play games, so I nodded, look down to the ground dead after half of the grass, no longer look up, because I know that I couldn't get on.

　　I hear he smiled two voices, that laughter is like the water on the walls of the smooth voice, so clear, so pleasing to the ear. I look up at him, a bit at a loss, he clear eyes filled with smile, "I hold you up." He spoke, the corners of the mouth or sitting, canthus is carrying, as if met something funny, when I recall what he said, were startled, but his older, I am a high head, body also is very thin, how can I hold.

　　He looks at a face of surprise, I jumped down from the stone, and looking for some cat so big stones, under my surprised eyes, one by one on he had stood on a stone, some mud on his hands, he just brush on the brown shirt, he looked back at the stupidly I hand wipe on my face for a moment, then ha ha laugh, I return to absolute being, stretched out his hand and touched the face, a little dirty, but didn't care, maybe it's because at the time was a little less love clean.

　　Later, he let me to find a small stone, filling the gap between the big rock, so as not to wait up after a fall off because of the shaking.

　　In this way, both of us with a variety of large stones on the large stone set up a small platform.

　　He carefully climbed up, and then turned back at me out of the dirty hands, I hold on, a little uneasy, go after, when I stand in situ, also dare not move, just afraid of accidentally fell down, he turned again, the foot in those holes, dents stone slow, quivering, feet are solid and strong, climbed it, without a few he stood tall, very happy appearance, eyes have a spot under the sun, like the stars twinkling, I looked up at him, like a worm, in looking at the generation on blessing the gods of the world.

　　He look into the distance, as well as voice sighed with emotion: "true the United States." I try to look about the place that he saw, but in my point of view, most of the light is blocked by boulders, was dark, but let me to adapt to, this is the place where I should live, cold, damp, no light, like a dirty wallowing in the mud of earthworms, never touch it holy and clean blue sky, even see, only see mud mixed with dirty day, so don't go to yearn for, no longer to pursue, living in his ordinary and humble, until to die.

　　I seem to see the divine in retrospect I, out of the dirty without losing your holy hands, towards me. I look up at him, his smile, bright smile and pure, let me lapses, so looked at him, for a long time. Unknowingly, I stretched out his hand, holding his, his hand slightly bigger than me, wrapped in my hand, that kind of feeling is very wonderful, let me the trance. Later, he stepped on my feet before stepping on the place, he push pull on it, I always go up, just to look at the place, where there are mountains, the mountains there are houses, the top of the mountain mist, sunshine is illuminated through clouds, hazy spread out, there are layers of aperture, is really beautiful.

　　Maybe it's because the place is too high, a little scared, so I sit. Is green bamboo leaves under the sun, as in the body warm, very comfortable. He stood on my left, the fork wear a waist station, like the heavens and the earth open yes pangu, with heaven and earth to jacking, though this feel, but a wind blowing, his clothes were filled, he gives me a kind of illusion can be blown away by the wind, I quickly pull the dragging folds of his, he looked back at me, smile of brilliant, face, eyes, mouth, full of smile, I looked at him, and said in a low voice: "brother... you can sit down?" I think I should be really afraid, will say so.

　　He is full of smile eyes appeared a little confused, but fleeting, I even doubt that is my illusion, he ha ha smile, stretched out his hand and touched my head, and said "yes", then lay down beside me, with his hands under the head, a green light reflected in his eyes, very beautiful.

　　I looked at him and asked: "elder brother, why do you want to take me out to play?"

　　Sit up, he saw my one eye, like thinking for a while, said: "baby, always the love to play some." After laughing, then suddenly I feel he is like a madman.

　　I have no language looked at him, eyes have could not hide the contempt, he saw me such a look, leng leng, held out his hand, after on my forehead play a chestnut, then ha ha laugh, I eat pain narrow squint, stretched out his hand and touched the place had just been playing, frown looked at him, probably because at the time was a little, little bullying is not happy, then crying up, he saw that I cried out, turns out to be unprepared: "are you...... you don't cry ah, brother... brother is in the wrong line not line, you don't cry, ok." I think he is really don't know how to coax a child, but I later changed the idea.

　　His panic said, as if even shaking voice, "that... that I blow curved son to listen to you, you don't cry, ok." I stopped crying, turned sniffles, I think I the ability to control how so good.

　　He see me crying, like a sigh of relief, and then stood up, stand tiptoes, from hanging on the top of bamboo took a piece of bamboo leaves, I suddenly felt he grow so high, like a man. He sat down, took his bamboo after bending the knee, the bamboo leaves to mouth, lips slightly parted, close your eyes, and a string of beautiful notes would waft out, like a catkin brushed blue waves, take up the ripples, like the wind, gentle like water quiet, like a quiet down, and in this moment all over the world more than just the gentle melody.

　　He looked calm, bend the knees at the moment with bamboo leaves blowing song, to show his heart vulnerable, he always smile, but it does not mean he is happy, because in some cases, his smile always failed to reach, even with a hint of sadness, he now, I have never seen before, so weak, so fragile, like a child, need the protection of the adults.

　　Like a song, he opened his eyes, eyes with tears, does not seem to be, he looked at dorky I, forced out a smile, but the mood also is full of sadness, I heard him say: "this song, is my mother call me, hear very well." His eyes, let a person love dearly.

　　I nodded, should be a sound, so they don't speak, I think I was a little, also not qualified to comfort a ratio I big brother.

　　He stretched out his hand and touched my head, and make my hair is a mess, and ha ha laugh, I don't know if his smile from the heart, because there are a lot of people laugh always narrowed his eyes, let a person can't from his eyes to see into his heart.

　　Casual, I a little corners of the mouth upward hook, don't know whether I smile, only feel quite happy.

　　He was stuck at the moment I hook up the corners of the mouth, and then smile, I heard him say: "finally smiled, little girl." After a while, and said, "!"

　　I was shocked, hurriedly convergence up, no longer see him.

　　He looked up at the already inclined at the edge of the mountain, the sun, losing of bamboo leaves, said: "it's about time to go home."

　　I stood up, and came before the local hesitated, because it is a little high, before I thought I was such a climb.

　　After that, I feel there is a hands reached into my armpit, itch a bit, but did not dare to move, because he had picked me up, feet off the ground, I'm afraid of fall.

　　I feel his slightly move a small step forward, then I slowly put down, struggling a little bit, he slowly, bending, the knee, the body slightly forward, until my foot and the platform is a knee distance, he let go, I placed firmly on the ground. I looked back at him, I saw he walked with his knee, with his hand the howl of the gasped, reddish, describing a nose is sweat, he saw that I look at him, suddenly open mouth smile, smile of satisfaction, like we did anything.

　　According to the before went up after him when he climbed down the look, carefully down from the platform together with me.

　　The children are doing little game, sleeping, some in collect some clean green bamboo leaves, a word each dry matter, each other, just like the old man in the village, are always afraid of get something bad, so that the village is always so quiet, quiet.

　　I heard him say hello to all the people around to, tell them to go home, all followed him all the time.

　　This time, I didn't pull the dragging folds of his, because I don't think he is stronger than I go, but he took me by the hand, and smiled at me, with you go under the direction of the.

　　He's like an adult, send all smaller than his children to go home, then send me.

　　It is a little dark at that time, I want to sleep a little, in a daze, I heard him say: "to smile more in the future."

　　In the home, grandma's look some panic, she put me on his back, blame a few words to him, say how so late to send me back, he said sorry sorry, forgive and then left.

　　That night, I sat on the bench, grandma in the side to wash dishes, I suddenly remembered before he told me my girl, has picked up the corners of the mouth unconsciously, feel a little stiff, and then I heard the voice of broken bowl, looks up to see grandma are to pick up the pieces on the ground, I unknown, oneself went to brush my teeth.

　　To sleep, I how also can not sleep lying on the bed, stared at the ceiling of the black eyes open, I don't know how long, I hear my grandma whispered to grandpa said: "you see, the child just laugh how scary." ......

　　The next day, I didn't speak, also can saying is I haven't much talking, sitting all day in bed, thinking about my grandma last night, thinking he didn't come to me to play today.

　　Finally, I still didn't endure, asked grandma: "elder brother yesterday?"

　　Grandma seems paused, then said to me: "the elder brother is a foreigner, just to play yesterday, today and went away."

　　After I listened to the zheng, slowly move the steps back to his own bed, was crying in a low voice, but my voice is very light, light even soon be hide myself in the past.

　　After a few days, I still so, occasionally go over to the rock to sit alone for a while, but can't climb up anymore --

　　Unknowingly turns out to be asleep, wake up bamboo still in your hands, gently put it on his lips, but can't blow out the tune that was slow and light.

　　Early autumn, leaves the sound wave; Young, you still smile. Now, bamboo has a few new; Where did you go?. Remember - end