Guihuayu
Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, osmanthus in my hometown is in full bloom.
When I was a child, I didn't appreciate any flowers. My father always told me that this is plum blossom and that is magnolia … but I don't like it except remembering some names. What I like is osmanthus. Osmanthus trees look silly, unlike plum trees. When it doesn't bloom, it is full of leaves; When the flowers bloom, look carefully on the tree and look at those small flowers. But the fragrance of osmanthus is so charming.
My hometown is by the sea, and August is the typhoon season. As soon as the osmanthus blossoms, my mother began to worry: "Don't come to the typhoon!" " My mother walks in the front and back yard once a day and says, "As long as the typhoon doesn't come, I can collect several big baskets. Send a reed to the old Mao family man and a reed to the old Mao family woman. " They made a lot of cakes.
When osmanthus is in full bloom, there are at least a dozen neighbors before and after, not to mention the fragrance of osmanthus. Osmanthus fragrans should be "shaken" when it is ripe. The shaken osmanthus is intact and fresh. If you let it drive past and fall into the soil, especially if it is blown by the wind and rain, the fragrance will be much worse than that shaken down.
Shake flowers is a big deal for me. Therefore, I always pester my mother and ask, "Mom, why don't you shake the osmanthus?" Mother said, "It's still early. The flowers are too short to shake. " But when my mother saw the dark clouds in the sky, she knew that a typhoon was coming, so she quickly asked everyone to shake osmanthus in advance. Now, I'm coke, helping adults hold osmanthus trees and shake them hard. Shake and shake, osmanthus flowers fall one after another, and everyone is osmanthus flowers. I shouted, "ah! Just like rain, what a sweet rain! "
After the osmanthus is shaken, the twigs are picked, dried in the sun for a few days, and placed in an iron box, which can be added to tea to make tea, and can also be made into cakes during the Chinese New Year. Throughout the year, the whole village is immersed in the fragrance of osmanthus.
My family came to Hangzhou when I was in middle school. There is a hill in Hangzhou, which is full of osmanthus trees. When the flowers bloom, the fragrance floats ten miles. In autumn, I often go there to enjoy osmanthus. When I go home, I always give my mother a big bag of osmanthus. But my mother said, "The osmanthus here is not as fragrant as the osmanthus in my hometown yard."
Then, I remembered the "flower-shaking music" in my hometown childhood, and the intermittent osmanthus rain.
2. Write a composition on the cover of the next Chinese book in grade six. Students and teachers waved "goodbye" and had a good time, as if talking about something. The sun is about to set. Little friends separated from their classmates one by one. Frogs catch pests in the pond. Lying on the green lawn. Birds are twittering in the trees. The friends also noticed that it was a little late. The students chased each other, pigeons and Rinrin ... "This crisp sound woke the sleeping mountain. I feel very tired.
Unconsciously, they humbly bowed their heads and thanked God. Maybe it's strange that lovely children disturb their dreams. A gust of wind blows: children want to fly freely on the earth like birds.
There is a faint scent of roses on the roadside. The roadside flowers seem to tell the children that they are separated from the beautiful lawn, watching the birds flying in the blue sky, carrying light schoolbags on their way home, stirring their crystal clear wings. Bathed in the soft sunshine. A gust of wind blows!
Little friends walk, the leaves falling from the trees dance with butterflies, and sometimes open their mouths to tell people the good news of victory. It seems that everyone is busy. I can't tell whether it is a leaf or a butterfly. Flowers greedily absorb nutrients and are blown farther and farther by the warm sunshine. Bees gather honey on cauliflower in the farmland, waiting for a better tomorrow, and they also make a pleasant "buzzing" sound from time to time. Children all hope that birds can fly higher and higher.
On this forest path, I imagined the cover of a Chinese book skipping with my friends who came home together.
"ding The children's laughter seemed to wake up magpies and swallows, and butterflies danced on them: "Let's meet again tomorrow. "
Friends returned to their homes.
3. Write an article on the cover of the second language book in junior high school. The cover of the first volume of the second language book in junior high school seems to be a lot of mountains (People's Education Edition), as well as pastoral areas in my hometown, smiling faces of relatives, climbing mountains and enjoying beautiful scenery and strange landscapes. The mountains here are natural mountains. In my heart, the mountain is so high, so beautiful and so bumpy. It comes from a sacred power in my heart. Let me see the light again in the rough, yes, many people may have such a mountain in their hearts, representing an ideal. If people have no ideals, this mountain is a part of my life. Without it, I may not live. Although the experience is short, there is a high mountain in my heart. It comforted me when I was sad and told me that it was nothing. Forget it. It ... Success belongs to the persevering. When I succeeded, it appeared in front of me again, encouraging me to work harder and achieve greater success. In short, it has been waving to me, and I am proud of this mountain in my heart. I always look forward to it. When can I climb that mountain? In fact, it is not difficult or simple. If you pay, you will climb the mountain easily. If you give up, you will never climb the mountain. What's on the other side of the mountain? I often think that there are worlds you have never seen, mysteries you have never seen, and technologies you have never seen. These are all what I want to know and get. So I will work harder and harder, forget all the troubles around me, and get up when I fall. Yes, I must climb that mountain. I must climb that mountain and live.
4. Cover of a Chinese book Imagine writing a 600-word cover of a Chinese book.
Early in the morning, the sun left the horizon, as red as a dazzling agate plate, moving slowly upward. Around the red sun, the sunset is exhausted. Light clouds, like a girl in red, are dancing. "Ding-dong, ding-dong ... a crisp and pleasant morning reading bell echoed over the campus, and the playground was suddenly quiet. When you walk into a classroom, what you see is a series of studious scenes: some students shake their heads and read aloud, some frown and read softly, some shake their bodies and read hard ... Our school is a paradise. With the class over, the students rushed out of the classroom like birds flying out of the jungle. Junior students throw sandbags, play hide-and-seek and throw balls ... just as senior students are fun. Rows of ping-pong tables were quickly filled, and someone was playing basketball on the playground. Some people are kicking shuttlecock, others are skipping rope. Laughter, shouts and cheers formed a symphony, which echoed throughout the campus. The setting sun is like a burning fire, burning more and more brightly, burning the sky into blood red; Sunset, like a beating heart, is struggling with the darkness. The students are walking home in the afterglow of the sunset.
5. Write a composition of 450 words on the cover of the first volume of the fourth grade Chinese book. My father likes mountains. In my eyes, my father is always kind and deep. He never wants to talk to his daughter, as if this is the dignity a father should have.
It is precisely because of this that I feel that my father and I are far apart and unpredictable. But it was also an accidental opportunity that I really got to know my father.
When I ran out of notebooks that day, I suddenly found some old-fashioned red-cover diaries in the rummage-that's my father's! With curiosity and excitement, I read page by page. I feel that I am entering my father's heart bit by bit.
I gradually realized that my father was so delicate and sensitive. After taking off the mask of his majestic father, his father is amiable, loving and even more touching.
The diary says that my father spent his childhood by the Yangtze River. He is weak, but naughty. He often digs wild vegetables, swims and fishes with his friends ... I can't believe that weak and childish boy is my father.
There is a passage in the diary that my mother and I met and got married until I was born. At that time, my family life was poor. The whole family lives in a small hut. There is bitterness between the lines in the diary: "The cabin is most afraid of rain. Sometimes it rains heavily outside and it rains lightly inside, but it stops inside. This is really too painful for Jia Jia (my nickname) ... Outside the window is the college dormitory. Today, I saw these favored children again. This is really a fish in the forest. ..... "When I closed my diary, I burst into tears, not only because I spied on the sensitive and warm side of my father's heart.
In the misty eyes, I seem to have crossed everything and came to the world belonging to my father. Father, my dear father, maybe your daughter didn't know you before, but today, now, I understand you and your love that stretches over Wan Li but never speaks lightly ... Comments: Family ties are the eternal theme of life.
The author described his father with unpretentious brushwork. Diary is the carrier to change my view of my father, and it is also the "catalyst" for my emotional sublimation of my father.
I can't help but think of that great fatherly love. They all say, "Father loves mountains and mother loves water."
I think my father's mountain has been crushing me. He is more like a terrible volcano. Once it breaks out, the consequences are unimaginable and frightening. It was not until that day that I really realized the mountain of fatherly love.
It still happened in the third grade. That day, a composition I wrote was praised by the teacher and read by the students on the blackboard at the back of the classroom.
Well, being praised by the teacher is a great "happy event" for me. I must "report good news" to my parents after school. As soon as my father came home from work, I couldn't wait to run forward and tell him this great "happy event". I thought my father would hug me like a little princess, but he walked away with a gentle "Oh".
I looked at my father's cold back, and disappointment immediately filled my heart. When I came home from school, my joy was forgotten by my father's indifference. Tears of injustice flowed down like broken pearls, and my warm heart was like a basin of cold water, so I had to write my homework sadly. My father took me to school the next morning.
I found him a little strange. Usually fathers are full of energy, but why does today's father look tired? His eyes are swollen like peaches and bloodshot. Why? But I didn't think much, I just hurried into school. When I opened yesterday's composition, my eyes were wet. Yesterday's composition was obviously revised by my father. I circled the wrong words and added many good words and sentences, which gave me a happy ending.
I finally understand why dad is so tired today ... Dad won't spoil me too much, but he will always be like a bright light in the dark, always showing me the way responsibly. My father gave me a mountain of love.
6. I am a lovely animal that everyone loves.
My head is round, my tail is short, and I am covered with hair. The eyes are very small, and there is a circle of black hair around them, which looks like dark circles coming out of staying up late.
I live in high mountains and deep valleys, where I eat bamboo. The bamboo in these places is so green that our mouths are watering!
My favorite food is arrow bamboo. Keep eating every day, and you will eat 12-38 Jin of bamboo at the end of the day. However, we are not greedy, bamboo can only absorb a small part, and nothing else can be absorbed.
Originally, our family has been living a very happy life, but recently, life has become more and more difficult: deforestation has made the bamboo forests we live in smaller and smaller, and natural disasters have made the bamboo we eat bloom; I only live in China, so many bad guys arrested us and smuggled us abroad for exhibitions ... This kind of life made me haggard, and we hid everywhere when looking for food, afraid of being caught. But because we are a national first-class protected animal, * * * has settled us in a national nature reserve, and our happy life has come back, and we are even cuter!
7. I am a lovely animal that everyone loves.
My head is round, my tail is short, and I am covered with hair. The eyes are very small, and there is a circle of black hair around them, which looks like dark circles coming out of staying up late.
I live in high mountains and deep valleys, where I eat bamboo. The bamboo in these places is so green that our mouths are watering! My favorite food is arrow bamboo.
Keep eating every day, and you will eat 12-38 Jin of bamboo at the end of the day. However, we are not greedy, bamboo can only absorb a small part, and nothing else can be absorbed.
Originally, our family has been living a very happy life, but recently, life has become more and more difficult: deforestation has made the bamboo forests we live in smaller and smaller, and natural disasters have made the bamboo we eat bloom; I only live in China, so many bad guys arrested us and smuggled us abroad for exhibitions ... This kind of life made me haggard, and we hid everywhere when looking for food, afraid of being caught. However, because we are a national first-class protected animal, * * * has settled us in a national nature reserve, and our happy life has come back, and we have grown more lovely.