From Oracle Bone Inscriptions to Xiao Zhuan, to official script, regular script, cursive script and running script, until now simplified Chinese characters, the birth and reproduction of Chinese characters have gone through a thousand years and a thousand years. Characters symbolize civilization, and these small square characters are the epitome of the 5,000-year-old history of the Chinese nation.
One horizontal and one vertical represents the generosity and righteousness of the Chinese nation; A slap in the face does not ring, which shows that the Chinese nation is flexible and flexible; By the way, it is a powerful force accumulated by the Chinese nation. ...
One stroke and one stroke, writing words, is to write the soul of the nation. Can you feel guilty looking at the twisted and skewed Chinese characters in your pen? If there is, then standardize writing as soon as possible and respect Chinese characters, that is, respect the Chinese nation.
Some people say that Chinese characters are people's second face. In my opinion, Chinese characters are not just faces, but hearts, full of patriotism. Patriotism does not have to be sacrificed. Similarly, don't be rigid in writing.
Chinese characters are alive. Standardizing writing does not mean that Chinese characters are regular, consistent in height, horizontal and vertical, or even measured by a ruler. Normalization is to make the characters not bloated and lazy, and to make the characters spirit, beautiful and give people a beautiful feeling.
For example, it should stand upright like a pillar in the sky. At the end of the vertical mountain waterfall, thousands of miles; Stretch moderately, just like a dancer, stretch your posture and be graceful and generous; The middle palace is as compact as human internal organs, not too loose. The main pen should be quiet and stretched, the rest should be lively, and the collection should be even, so that the font appears free and easy, radiant and rigorous, showing a generous and open-minded temperament.
Write Chinese characters, spirit, soul and norms, from now on.
In the long river of my life, there were many firsts-the first time I took a bus, the first time I took a train, the first time I flew a kite ... but what I can't forget is the first time I wrote-that day, my mother happily bought a pencil and a small print book and told me that she would teach me to write my own name. Because this is my first time writing, I ...
My mother asked me to hold the pen first, and then took her rough big hand and my small hand to write exquisite fonts on the paper. Seeing the beautiful handwriting written by my mother, I smiled knowingly, so sweetly, so sweetly ... Since then, I have often practiced writing at home. On the first day of school, because of my good handwriting, I was praised by teacher Xie, the class teacher, which made me jump three feet high and laugh from ear to ear. This is all thanks to my mother! Look! This is my first experience of writing. It's common, but I like it.
I found 200 words and 3 natural paragraphs in the handwritten composition of grade four.
On Sunday, after I finished my homework, I picked up a watercolor pen to draw. Suddenly, I felt something crawling on my hand. When I saw it, it turned out to be a little ant. I observed it carefully: it has a pair of tentacles and six legs on its head. I put it on the table and the little ant climbed a pencil. I dropped my pencil by accident. I thought: the little ant will definitely fall to death. I looked under the table in a hurry. It wasn't dead. What happened? After painting, I caught a small ant and threw it from a height. The ant staggered to the ground. I looked at it carefully, but it was unscathed. I've thought about it for a long time, but I can't figure it out. I asked my well-informed mother, who smiled and said to me, "You can look up the information!" " ""Yes, I can look up 100,000 Why. "Finally, I found the answer. It turns out that ants are relatively light in weight. When it falls from a height, it will slowly fall with the wind in the air, so it will be safe when it reaches the ground. I finally understand that life is endless only if you observe it carefully.
My discovery
Last time I came to the park to play, I suddenly saw a blue dragonfly hovering in the air like a dexterous helicopter, straight up and down, very dexterous. Dragonflies may be tired of flying and stop to have a rest on the lawn. I walked over and watched it get up carefully. I saw that this dragonfly's wings are transparent, with green veins on them, and its bright big eyes are particularly large, occupying half of its head. Its tail is brown and segmented. Suddenly, I saw this dragonfly leave the lawn and fly to a small puddle on the roadside. It skimmed over the water, and a small halo immediately appeared on the water, which was particularly beautiful. I looked at this little dragonfly and suddenly remembered that the teacher said in class that dragonflies lay eggs. Ah! I saw dragonflies lay eggs with my own eyes. My heart is full of joy.
4. About the composition of the pen 200 words The current pen either needs to absorb ink or need to change the refill. Expensive and troublesome. I want to invent a universal pen, so I don't have to bother.
The surface of this pen is blue, and under the sunshine, it will also show eight glittering words: study hard and make progress every day. Although it is no different from an ordinary pen, there is a microcomputer in it!
Everyone must have several kinds of pens in their pencil box, right? If I had brought the universal pen I invented, I wouldn't have to bring so many pens. There are three buttons on the pen. Press the green button when you do your homework, and it will become a pen. In art class, press the blue button, it will become a pencil, and you can also teach painting! Press the red button after painting, and you can turn it into a watercolor pen to draw!
Are you still worried about typos? Don't worry, bring a universal pen. If you do your homework at home, it will become a universal pen for private venues. When you write a typo, it will send out a reminder music to remind you of your mistake! If you don't correct the typo, the nib will sink in and you can't write! If it is in school, it will become a universal pen in public places, and typos will vibrate; In addition, when doing homework, Guo Xu's eyes are too close to the desktop, and the pen tip will be recessed to protect his eyes. Isn't it amazing? More importantly, it is very energy-saving. If there is no ink, you can write a million words in a row by blowing on it!
I must study hard and invent this magic pen!
5. My historical composition is 200 words. Whenever I write my name, I often think of the scene where my mother taught me to write my name.
That year, when I was only six years old, my mother began to teach me to write numbers by hand. Gradually, I learned to write simple numbers, and my mother taught me to write names. Somehow, my hands always don't work, and the words I write don't look like words at all So, my mother grabbed my hand and wrote one by one. I don't know if I'm too stupid to say my name clearly. My mother looked at my handwriting and frowned, but didn't scold me. On the contrary, she kindly said to me, "It doesn't matter if I can't write well, as long as I don't lose heart, I will always write well." I nodded, puzzled. Slowly, my name was written correctly, more clearly than before. At this time, my mother showed a gratified smile. She smiled so sweetly. Later, she asked me to write other words, but I often missed one or several, and sometimes I didn't want to write. My mother didn't lose her temper with me, but looked at me with bloodshot eyes. At that time, I saw my mother's eyes full of disappointment, and I felt so sorry for her. So, I wrote it again carefully, and my mother touched my head with a smile.
Although my handwriting is not very good now, there are teachers' efforts and my own efforts. The most important thing is that I can't live without the seed my mother planted in my young mind. It is a sincere and precious seed.
6. Write a composition of 200 words and 3 articles 1. What I'm talking about here is not weeding with a lawn mower, but weeding with a small and exquisite scissors, not grass on the lawn, but weeds in bonsai.
Yesterday, I happened to go upstairs to enjoy the flowers and plants on the balcony. Our upstairs balcony can be said to be a big garden, with plants in the middle, vegetables on the left, chickens on the right and many bonsai in the back. I saw the bonsai at first sight, but there were many messy weeds on the bonsai, which lost the beauty of the bonsai. I decided to mow the grass and get rid of them.
I found a pair of delicate scissors on a small round table. I walked to the bonsai, holding scissors in my right hand, grasping the upper part of weeds in my left hand and raising scissors in my right hand. Split the upper part and the root in half with one knife, just like cutting people's hair. When I cut it, my hair will get shorter. The stems of weeds shed white sticky juice, just like human blood. 35 composition network
Within a meal, I cut all the weeds in three pots of plants, and I uprooted some weeds that I had been cutting. At this time, I found that only a tall and lonely weed was still standing there, like a giant of steel. I cut it with scissors several times, and it all fell with the scissors, just like indomitable bamboo. I can't help but think of Zheng Xie's poem: "There is a strong wind in the east, west, north and south." How do we get rid of it? I was thinking hard when I saw a small shovel and I had a plan. I picked up the shovel and immediately dug up the weeds with dirt. Now, weeds are like eggplant beaten by frost.
Through this incident, I understand that you have to use your brain to do things, otherwise many things can't be solved. There are many interesting things in my family, but one thing is fresh in my memory.
At eleven o'clock last night, I asked my mother, "Do you want to eat snacks tonight?" Mom said, "All right!" I jumped three feet.
I took out the "smell" that Junyi (my friend) gave me and looked at it carefully. It says, "soak in warm water for three minutes and you can eat." I opened the bottle cap and poured warm water into the essence. Three minutes later, I opened them all, picked up chopsticks and licked them gently-ah! It's just a fairy's meal! My mother couldn't help taking a bite when she saw me like this. "It's delicious!" Mom said in surprise. In this way, this bowl of "taste" was eliminated by us. After eating, we have been thinking about the smell just now.
I can't help laughing when I think of yesterday's "greedy cat"
7. Write a composition of about 200 words. As long as I can remember, my father taught me to be an honest boy and an upright person. However, I found that my father lied.
I remember one day when I was five years old, my father took me to my grandmother's house to see her. When I wanted to go home, my grandmother gave me a bag of candy, which I took when I was young. My father winked at me, so I put it back on the table. Grandma still forced it on me, and I didn't know what to do. Father picked up the candy and put it in the drawer, saying, "There is plenty at home, so enjoy it slowly!" " Then he took my hand and left. When I got home, I searched all the cabinets in my house, and there was not even a candy. To tell the truth, my father didn't buy me candy, but what did you just say ... Oh, I see, my father "lied"!
Another time, my father and I went to a far-away place by bus. The bus was full, but the greedy boss still took an old woman away. At this time, there was no room in the car, and the car was rickety. My grandmother looked a little uncomfortable. My father walked over, held the old woman's hand, stared at me and motioned me to get up, so I had to do as I was told. My grandmother sat down and said to us, "Boys, you!" " I'll move over, you can sit down! "Dad smiled and said," I don't care, it's almost time to stop anyway. "In fact, it's still far away! But ... oh, I see, dad "lied" again!
It was not until I grew up that I knew that my father had been weaving beautiful and white lies.
8. Write a 200-word composition on the topic of writing. I like writing.
I like reading and painting, but I prefer writing.
I remember when I first started writing, my handwriting was like an earthworm crawling all over the floor without a word. For this reason, my teacher and mother criticized me a lot. I feel embarrassed myself, and I am determined to practice my good handwriting. I told my mother what I thought and she didn't support me very much. Bought me a copybook. Since then, I have to write posts every day, copying first and then copying. After writing the copy, compare it with the copybook, find some shortcomings and improve it! Sometimes my hands are swollen from practice, but I still stick to it. Where there is a will, there is a way. My handwriting is getting better and better. Once, the school organized a hard-pen calligraphy competition, and I volunteered to win the competition. The day to announce the ranking has finally arrived, and I am waiting for the result in fear and trembling. The teacher called my name first and said, "Congratulations, Hu Bijing, you are the champion of this calligraphy contest." I was relieved and jumped with joy. Looking at the adoring eyes of my classmates, I have more spirit to write.
Now, I am not satisfied with writing hard pen, and I have begun to challenge the writing brush. "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle."
9. Write a composition of about 200 words 1 family happiness.
There are many interesting things in my family, but there is one thing I remember vividly.
At eleven o'clock last night, I asked my mother, "Do you want to eat snacks tonight?" Mom said, "All right!" I jumped three feet.
I took out the "smell" that Junyi (my friend) gave me and looked at it carefully. It says, "soak in warm water for three minutes and you can eat." I opened the bottle cap and poured warm water into the essence. Three minutes later, I opened them all, picked up chopsticks and licked them gently-ah! It's just a fairy's meal! My mother couldn't help taking a bite when she saw me like this. "It's delicious!" Mom said in surprise. In this way, this bowl of "taste" was eliminated by us. After eating, we have been thinking about the smell just now.
I can't help laughing when I think of yesterday's "greedy cat"
2 fishing
A young man was fishing on the shore, and an old man was sitting next to him, fishing, too. The two sat very close. Strangely, the old man has been fishing, but the young man has not harvested all day. He finally lost his temper and asked the old man, "We have the same bait and the same place. Why do you catch fish easily, but I get nothing? " The old man calmly replied, "when I was fishing, I only knew there was me, but I didn't know there was any fish;" Not only did my hands not move, my eyes didn't blink, but my heart seemed so quiet that even the fish didn't know I existed and bit my bait; And you just think the fish didn't eat your bait, and you keep staring at the fish. When you see a fish hooked, your heart is impatient, your mood is constantly changing, and your mood is irritable. It's strange that fish won't scare you away. How can you catch a fish? "If a person can know his own shortcomings, he can win more; I only see the achievements of others, but I don't know the reasons behind my success. I have lost half; If you don't know how to review at this time and only know jealousy or self-pity, then you will lose.