The author of Water Margin is Shi Naian, who was born at the end of Yuan Dynasty. He is a great writer in ancient China, and his Water Margin is a household name. The Water Margin is China's first novel with the theme of reflecting the peasant uprising. It profoundly exposed the evils of the feudal ruling class and enthusiastically praised the revolutionary struggle of farmers. It not only describes thieves who do evil and oppress the people, but also describes heroes who rob the rich and help the poor and take risks. They were forced to live no longer by the rulers, big and small, from the emperors and high officials of the Song Dynasty to the tyrants, landlords and servants. They had no choice but to take the road of resistance. Reading Water Margin not only made me have a more essential understanding of feudal society, but also made me familiar with every hero, such as Song Jiang, Wu Yong, Lin Chong and He Lu ... how charming they are! They are like Liu Bei, Zhuge Liang, Guan Yu and the Monkey King ... They are artistic images that will live in people's hearts forever. What I remember most in the book is the story of the hero Song Wu who beat the tiger after being drunk-
It is said that Song Wu left the "three bowls without posts" and went straight to Jingyanggang. After walking for more than a mile, Song Wu felt tired and thirsty. He is lying on a big stone and sleeping with his eyes closed. Suddenly, a big tiger with a white forehead and one eye hanging from it jumped out of the bush. When Song Wu saw it, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and more than half of the wine woke up. He turned off the bluestone, grabbed the whistle and flashed aside. The tiger just put its two front paws on the ground and jumped. Song Wu quickly hid to one side. Seeing that he couldn't catch Song Wu, the tiger simply lifted it and cut it, but the clever Song Wu flashed by. When the tiger was about to attack again, Song Wu quickly waved his whistle stick and cut it down from the air. But it only hit a tree and the whistle broke in two. So the tiger pounced on Song Wumeng. Song Wu jumped back and the tiger landed right in front of him. Song Wu lost his whistle stick, grabbed the tiger skin with both hands, kicked it viciously and punched it with his fist. After a while, the tiger was left with only one breath, and all his five senses were blood. Song Wu went under the tree and picked up half a whistle stick. He came back and played hundreds of times until the tiger was out of breath. Song Wu returned to the bluestone board to rest for a while, and then laid off.
The tense, tortuous and full of life stories in Water Margin; Those legendary and lifelike figures will live in our hearts forever and will never be erased!
2. Copy five favorite compositions and write down the following five after reading one hundred words. 1, Jiangnan Chen rhinoceros water, arched an ancient stone bridge, like a beautiful girl; Under the stone bridge, there are bridges in the water, people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes, all swaying in the waves; The river bank is narrow and steep; There are cloisters on the shore, and teahouses, bookstores and restaurants extend to the river; There are also residents, the stone steps at the back door of residents, and sisters squatting on the stone steps, washing vegetables, stepping on their feet and washing rice; Their printed towels are like colorful herbs; Their gentle words, like the return of Yan Zi, are playing the whisper of love; On the bridge, under the bridge and in the basket, there are fresh squid, swordfish and mandarin fish; In the bamboo basket, there are water-soaked water chestnuts, lotus roots, cymbals and water chestnuts; The small street, although paved with stone slabs, seems to be soaked in water, like a river harbor, smelling fishy ... Maybe this is Jiangnan.
A sketch of Jiangnan corner. Suzhou pingtan, the soft voice of the silk string; That girl is more beautiful and smarter than Shi; Perhaps this is the image and character of Jiangnan ... Jiangnan is a beautiful article: beauty lies in its poetic artistic conception; Beauty lies in its witty remarks, which are meaningful.
The combination of emotional beauty and linguistic beauty has become the unique style of this article. Jiangnan is a beautiful picture of Jiangnan water town, which is fascinating to read.
The article euphemistically expresses the author's love for Jiangnan, and if he mumbles something, he will be infatuated. This sincere love is hidden between the lines as the keynote of the article, so everything described by the author is so beautiful and full of aura. Jiangnan is good, meaning and language are beautiful.
2.Xi Water The transparent stream in Qin Xi is as clear as a mother's eyes. In spring, your eyes are gorgeous; In summer, your eyes are thick green; In autumn, your eyes are clear; In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child. Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy ... You are an ancient song in our life-you see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play sad music; You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside; You also heard: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain, with a creaking voice, crossed the barren land ... without you, who would leave us with natural colors; Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us? Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far. Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother! At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once left my childhood figure and let me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "joys and sorrows of the mountain people" and sent away the "I" raised.
The stream is a song, and the mother is a song. 3, the wind and rain Jiapingwa Woods are like a piece of dough, all sides are drumming, and when it is drummed, it will sink, and then it will sink; Then he leans to one side and walks around; The ground is rising again and cannot be fixed; Suddenly, he jumped to the other side, constantly, suddenly big and small, suddenly gathered and scattered; No direction at all.
Then everything is spinning, the Woods are crowded together, the green seems to be stretched a lot, twisted and twisted, and the fallen leaves rush to a huge mushroom and grow in the air. Wow, the sky is full of black spots, the green is completely squashed, and the houses and walls inside are clearly visible.
The weeping willows were all messed up, but when they were thrown into the air, they were surprisingly clear, suddenly stiff, and then threw themselves like hemp balls. Poplar leaves have changed their appearance thousands of times: the back of the leaves is turned upside down and gray; Turn around again, the green is deep and black.
The reed fell down completely, and a broken stem stuck obliquely in the mud, making a crackling sound. A sheep with a broken belt ran out of the fence, supported by its hoof, and suddenly ran into a tree, and then slipped on its hoof. Finally, it fell beside a dunghill and lost its white color.
A girl in a red shirt rushed out to lead the sheep and wanted to return at once, but it was impossible. She whirled around the yard, screaming, only two steps away from the steps, and she couldn't walk long. The vines on the locust tree can't be caught any longer, so they can only loosen their curled hands and feet and suddenly fall off like a dead snake and become soft into a pile.
Countless flies are concentrated on the wires under the eaves, one next to the other, not flying or humming. It's getting dark, and the wires are getting thicker and thicker, forming a curved arc. A bird's nest fell from a big tree, rolled on the ground and scattered.
Several birds screamed and flew to catch them, but they couldn't fly down. They floated to the right, tilted to the left, their wings shook suddenly, and their feathers turned into a ball of flowers, spinning and suddenly stopped in the air. They fell to the ground like stones without even making a sound. In the narrow alley, a piece of waste paper was pasted on the western wall of the East Wall for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the wall and disappeared immediately.
A wet cat ran as fast as it could, jumped over and onto the roof, which surprised him. Several tiles fell obliquely like leaves, suddenly fell vertically and broke into a pile. The duckweed in the pond is as thick as a velvet quilt, protruding, protruding again, suddenly lifting a corner and swishing away; Water suddenly gathers and solidifies into a cone for a long time; Flapped down, smashed a hole, duckweed rushed around the pond, and several fish jumped around in the grass nest on the shore.
In the northernmost hut, the wooden frame creaked. The door is closed, the window is closed, and the oil lamp still doesn't work.
On the heatable adobe sleeping platform, the old man is beating his waist and legs, while the children are lying on the crack of the door, happily folding paper boats and letting them out one by one ... The author mainly uses side foil to show the wind and rain. Vivid pictures, like slow motion in movies, show the storm from different sides and angles.
3. Copy 10 Beautiful composition (excellent composition) Write people and take notes. After reading it, I feel that time flies, and the six-year primary school life has ended in a hurry. In these six years of primary school life, every drop of my progress is condensed with the teacher's hard work, and I am about to leave my teacher. I will never forget my teacher's concern for me. My growth is inseparable from the teacher's teaching, and my success is inseparable from the teacher's encouragement.
I remember when I first entered school, I was too timid to associate with my classmates, and my classmates ignored me. Miss Li met her and told her classmates that we are a group and should help each other. After class, Miss Li called me to her side and said earnestly, "You are so timid, but it is not good for yourself. You should communicate with teachers and classmates more, make faster progress and grow faster. "
Later, with the help of teachers and classmates, I gradually became bold and lively.
Later, my academic performance improved for a while, and my grades were good, so I couldn't help being proud. As a result, my grades dropped a lot. When Miss Li found out, she asked me to go to her office. At that time, my face turned red, and I thought, after this, the teacher will definitely criticize me. Who knows, teacher Li not only didn't criticize me, but also told me the story of the race between the tortoise and the hare. Finally, Mr. Li said earnestly, "The tortoise and the rabbit race, and the tortoise can win. What is the reason? " ? This is because rabbits are too proud to underestimate their enemies. Modesty makes people progress, while pride makes people lag behind. Remember this sentence firmly. I believe you won't make the same mistake again. "After hearing this, I thought, I can't be proud in the future, and I can't live up to Miss Li's expectations of me.
In these six years of primary school life, teachers have cared and cared for me bit by bit, which I will always remember. For six years, teachers and students have been in love for a long time, and the past scenes are always in front of us, and the teacher's kindness is unforgettable!
4. the little scribe's post-reading composition [the little scribe's post-reading composition]
Today, I opened my Chinese book and read the text "the little scribe". I was deeply moved and shocked by the love between Sellyew and his father, and I was deeply impressed by reading "the little scribe". In order to help his father maintain the life of the family, souriau writes a note every night until late at night. Instead, he was scolded by his father and criticized again and again. He wanted to explain everything, but he was too scared to say it. He repeatedly said in his heart, "Oh, I can't say it." The school work is certainly good, but I can't help my father feed and support this family! To relieve my father's pressure. "When I read this, I was deeply moved and my tears kept flowing. He is so sensible that he has deep feelings for his father! Look at the distance. Nowadays, under such difficulties, it is easy to shake his determination to help his parents. There are fewer and fewer children who can reduce their worries for their parents, and they can't understand and care for their parents as much as he does. "Reading the little scribe's Sentiment Composition" is a composition for the third grade of primary school. There are some particularly touching places in this text. When his father knew what had happened, he was filled with infinite and endless regret and love. Amazingly ... him! Unexpectedly, Sulio, who had been wronged for four months, hurriedly said sorry to his father! This article left an indelible impression on me. I didn't know how to be considerate of my parents before, but I only knew how to eat and dress well. Mom and dad always go out early and come back late, burying their heads in work and never slacking off. Now I know that I should care about my parents, forgive them and understand their good intentions! A 400-word composition for pupils after reading (/)
5. After suffering, you can learn to grow-after seeing the little scribe, you can learn to grow-after seeing the little scribe, I watched the little scribe several times today.
The little scribe is a chapter in the book The Education of Love by the famous Italian writer michels, which mainly describes Sellyew's love for his parents. It tells the story that Sulio tried to help his father copy notes for family life, but was rejected.
Therefore, Sulio secretly copied his father's works, but his father misunderstood him. Finally, my father learned the truth and was very moved.
It shows that souriau loves and cares about his parents, and his parents also love and care about him, expressing their deep affection. The article the little scribe made me think deeply.
Although the Sulio family is poor, their relatives love each other deeply. But what about us? Although our family is not rich, it is not poor, worse than the last one. A few people regard you as a treasure, hold it in their mouth, fear being scalded, hold it in their hands, and pay tribute to you as the sun.
Our clothes are bulging and our mouths are full of food and clothes. But we will still quarrel with our relatives.
After reading the article the little scribe, I understand why we don't know when we are blessed. It is because our life is so smooth that there is no setback at all, so this happened.
Souriau, on the other hand, is different, because he has had the experience of overcoming setbacks, so he can thrive in adversity. The article the little scribe made me think deeply.
Although the Sulio family is poor, their relatives love each other deeply. But what about us? Although our family is not rich, it is not poor, worse than the last one. A few people regard you as a treasure, hold it in their mouth, fear being scalded, hold it in their hands, and pay tribute to you as the sun.
Our clothes are bulging and our mouths are full of food and clothes. But we will still quarrel with our relatives.
After reading the article "the little scribe", I understand a truth: people have to go through hardships before they can learn to grow.
6. Write a composition and talk about the feeling of copying a composition online. On Sunday afternoon, my mother took me to the farmer's market because there were guests coming in the evening. The market is crowded with people. Because we wanted to buy pens, we went to a vegetable stall on the roadside to buy food. The stall owner is an old grandfather, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer. My mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller is too heavy. I won't lower my half cent. I impatiently urged my mother, and she was in a hurry. She weighed the food in a hurry, paid the money and left in a hurry. But on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "You must have left it on the stall. Who will give you back what you have lost, let alone a haggard old man. You must be unlucky! " After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother is still.
7. The feeling and process of writing and practicing calligraphy One day, my grandmother read my composition book and said to her mother, "Look at this word, it's time to practice calligraphy." My mother nodded in agreement. The matter was soon settled. After grandma's careful selection, mom's strict control and grandpa's constant inspection, the place to practice calligraphy is one in a hundred. The teacher practicing calligraphy is a 73-year-old grandfather. Although he is so old, he is full of vitality, kindness and humor, which makes people like him from the heart as soon as they see him. There are two kinds of calligraphy: pen and brush. It is difficult to brush, so copy is used. The pen is relatively simple and copied. Grandpa told us to sit up straight, keep your eyes on the book, hold the pen steadily, hold it tightly, hold it high and hold it upright. When writing brush strokes, you should pause when turning, write vertically, write obliquely and write vertically. I wrote it according to grandpa's instructions. Hey, I wrote it. It seems that I suddenly have a backbone. If I keep practicing like this, I won't be a calligrapher! On this day, the sun is fierce. I took the ice cream to the street for a few seconds, and it turned into gas. This also makes my heart restless. I really want to finish practicing my words quickly and go home to play air conditioning and watch TV, so I don't even look at the words in my notebook when I practice my pen. I'm looking elsewhere. I'm thinking of eating delicious ice cream! He writes quickly with a pen in his hand. Grandpa saw it and came over to me and said kindly, "Yang Yang, you can't just look at speed, but also look at quality!" Only in this way can we do a good job. None of us can do things carelessly, but we must be careful. "This sentence made me suddenly realize:" Yes, we should do everything seriously. If we are not serious, can we succeed? "Another time, because my classmates came, I didn't practice calligraphy. When I was practicing calligraphy the next day, my grandfather said to me, "It is a child's nature to be playful, but don't miss practicing calligraphy if you are playful!" "After listening to grandpa's words, I thought and thought, and finally understood a truth:" Learning should be persistent, and you can't fish for three days and dry the net for two days.
8. Copy an essay with sentient beings. Here are some short articles. In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, I have joys and sorrows, happiness and vitality ... but there is one thing I remember vividly. On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people. In a hurry, I had to buy a pen. We went to a vegetable stall on the roadside to buy food. The stall owner is an old grandfather, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer. My mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I was impatient to urge my mother, and her mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Unexpectedly, she left in a hurry on the way. There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "You must have left it on the stall. Who will give you back what you have lost, let alone a haggard old man. You must be unlucky! " After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again. It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up and the old man recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded to him. The three of us smiled happily. When I first went to kindergarten, my mother always took care of me in every possible way. But after I entered the third grade of primary school, my mother didn't love me as much as before. I let myself fold the quilt and cook. I have never understood this problem. On this day, I rubbed my eyes, put on my clothes, cooked and walked back. When I went up the stairs, he hurried down to get the medicine, wiped my scalded hand and said, "It's a good thing I wore thick clothes today, otherwise I would get a big scar!" " "Hearing this, I cried again. My mother saw it and said, "Nothing, it's just a scratch." Xiao Gu is a brave boy. Hurry and change clothes before going to have breakfast. "Why doesn't my mother love me? In the middle of the night, I was awakened by pain. I saw my mother was not at home, so I sneaked out of bed. Suddenly, the mother's voice came from Grandma Wang's house: "This child can't get used to it. He must face all the tests alone. Although it is cruel, it is for the sake of children! " Then there is a long conversation. Suddenly there was footsteps outside, and I knew my mother had come in. I immediately lie on the bed and pretend to sleep. Mom opened the door, saw me asleep and smiled. She covered me with a quilt, touched my head and walked away. I opened my eyes. Ah, my mother still loves me, but she doesn't love me anymore. Thinking about it, a tear of happiness rolled down my cheeks.