Recently, I read Water Margin, one of China's classical Four Great Classical Novels. The wonderful stories and heroes in the book left an indelible impression on me.
The author of Water Margin is Shi Naian, who was born in the late Yuan Dynasty. He is a great writer in ancient China, and his Water Margin is a household name. Outlaws of the Marsh is the first novel with the theme of reflecting the peasant uprising in China. It profoundly exposes the evils of the feudal ruling class and enthusiastically praises the revolutionary struggle of the peasants. It not only describes the thieves who do evil and oppress the people, but also describes the heroes who rob the rich and squeeze the poor and take risks. They are forced to live no longer by those rulers, big and small, from the emperor of the Song Dynasty, senior officials to the bully landlords and servants, and they have 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, Wu Song and Lu Zhishen ... How fascinating they are! They are just like Liu Bei, Zhuge Liang, Guan Yu and the Monkey King ... They are artistic images that will live forever in people's hearts. What I remember most in the book is the story of Wu Song, a hero, who beat the tiger after getting drunk-
It is said that after Wu Song left "three bowls can't pass the hillock", he went straight to Jingyanggang. After walking more than a mile, Wu Song felt tired and thirsty. He lay down on a big stone and was closing his eyes to sleep. Suddenly, a big tiger with a white forehead and a hanging eye jumped out of the bushes. Wu Song saw, suddenly surprised out in a cold sweat, wine also woke up more than half, turn down from the bluestone, grabbed the whistle, flash beside. The tiger just pressed its two front paws on the ground and jumped. Wu Song hurried to one side. When the tiger saw that he couldn't catch Wu Song, he simply lifted it and cut it, but the clever Wu Song flashed by. The tiger was about to attack again when Wu Song hurriedly swung his whistle stick and chopped it off from the air. But it only hit a tree, and the whistle broke in two. Thus, the tiger swooped down on Wu Song. Wu Song jumped back, and the tiger just landed in front of him. Wu Song lost his whistle stick, grabbed the tiger skin with both hands, kicked it viciously, and punched it with his fist. In a short time, the tiger was left with only one breath, and all his facial features were blood. Wu Song went to the tree to pick up half of the whistle stick, and came back and played for a couple of hundred times, until the tiger was out of breath. Wu Song returned to the bluestone board and rested for a while, then walked down Gangzi.
The stories in Water Margin that are tense and full of life; Those legendary and lifelike figures will always live in our hearts and will never be erased! 2. Copy an essay with things and feelings
Here are a few essays. In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, I have bitterness, joy, and life ... but one thing is fresh in my mind. On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, and the market was crowded. Because I had to buy pens, the feeling was urgent. We went to a vegetable stall on the roadside to buy food. The stall owner was an old grandfather, and at first glance he knew that he was a weather-beaten old farmer. My mother came forward and asked the price, and began to negotiate with him. But the vegetable seller haggled over every ounce, and refused to reduce half a cent. I impatiently urged my mother beside me, and her mother was also anxious, so she hurriedly said that she would pay for the food and left in a hurry. Unexpectedly, on the way, she left in a hurry. There are guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "You must have left it on that stall. If you lose something, who will give it back to you, let alone the 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. When we got there, it was already evening, 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 his calloused hand, and her mother nodded to him. The three of us laughed happily. 2. 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 the food. I never understood this problem. On this day, I rubbed my eyes, put on my clothes, went to cook and then walked back. When I went up the stairs, He hurried down to get the medicine, rubbed it on my scalded hand, and said, "It's a good thing I'm wearing thick clothes today, or I'll get a big scar!" "As soon as I heard it, I cried again. My mother saw it and said," Nothing, didn't it just break some skin? Xiao Gu is a brave boy, so hurry up and change clothes and go to breakfast again. "Why doesn't mother love me? In the middle of the night, I was awakened by pain. I saw my mother was not at home, so I secretly got out of bed. Suddenly, my mother's voice came from Grandma Wang's house: "This child can't be spoiled. He must face all the tests by himself. Although it is cruel, it is for the good of the child!" Then there was a long conversation. Suddenly there was footsteps outside, and I knew my mother was coming in. I immediately lay in bed pretending to sleep. My mother opened the door and smiled when she saw me sleeping. She covered me with a quilt, touched my head, and then walked away. I opened my eyes. Ah, my mother still loves me, but she doesn't love me. Thinking about it, a drop of happy tears flowed down my cheeks.
3. Write a composition about the feeling of copying a composition on the Internet
On Sunday afternoon, my mother took me to the farmer's market because there were guests coming in the evening. The market was crowded with people, and I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a vegetable stall on the roadside to buy food. The stall owner was an old grandfather, and at first glance, I knew that he was a weather-beaten old farmer. My mother came forward and asked the price. I began to negotiate with him. But the vegetable seller haggled over every ounce, and refused to reduce half a cent. I impatiently urged my mother beside me, and her mother was also anxious. She hastily said that she would pay for the food and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found that the key was gone. What should I do? There are guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "You must have left it on that stall. If you lose something, who will give it back to you, let alone the haggard old man. You must be unlucky!" After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother is still. 4. The feeling when copying the paper is 3 words
This spring seems to come late. When the spring is chilly, the curtain of the new semester will be opened again with the bell of the Year of the Loong.
once again, I stepped into this intimate campus and started a new learning journey, which made me feel a lot. Reviewing the past gains and losses, I know that the task ahead is still a long way to go.
study hard. As the saying goes: no pains, no gains.
No one can get something for nothing. Success always depends on hard work and sweat. Only with our own hands, step by step, down-to-earth and diligent pursuit can we make a qualitative leap in our achievements, stand out from the crowd, succeed and have a place in this competitive society.
be self-motivated. As the saying goes: talk less and do more.
It's impossible for teachers to urge them all the time in their studies. They should be good at being masters of actions and refuse to be giants of language. Some people clamor all day to study hard and make progress every day, but refuse to take action, which will never help.
everyone can set goals and shout slogans, but not many people can really keep their promises and persevere, so it is very important to be self-disciplined and concentrate. Focus on the present.
As the saying goes, the past is not important, but the present and the future. Learning needs to focus on the present, and the success or failure of the past can certainly be used as a reference, but please don't always cherish the memory of the past successes, and don't indulge in the past failures.
The past has gone with the wind. What is more important is the present and the future. As long as you look to the future and focus on the present, why worry about the distant road to success? Be helpful. As the saying goes: give a rose, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.
You should be willing to help your classmates to make progress while studying hard and constantly seeking. You need a mentor in your study and a competitor in your competition.
It is natural for teachers and classmates to solve problems. It is better to know a friend than to make an enemy. What's more, helping others make progress is also an encouragement and spur to themselves, and a good competitive atmosphere is a booster for their continuous progress.
"There is a road to learning, but there is no end to learning." When the new semester begins, it is bound to face new opportunities and challenges, and setbacks in learning will follow. Establish confidence, believe in yourself, with the help of teachers and classmates, we will certainly overcome all difficulties and make greater progress. 5. Copy five favorite compositions and write a hundred words after reading them. < P > Choose five articles below. 1. On the river in Chenxi, south of the Yangtze River, an ancient stone bridge is arched, like a beautiful eyebrow. Under the stone bridge, there are bridges in the water, and people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes are all swaying in the waves; The banks of the river are narrow and steep; There are cloisters on the shore, tea houses, bookstores and wine shops extending to the river; There are also households, the stone steps at the back door of households, and sisters are squatting on the stone steps, washing vegetables, trampling their feet and washing rice; Their printed towels are like colorful herbs; Their soft words, like the return of Ziyan, are playing the whispering Haruka; On the bridge, under the bridge and in the basket, there are live and fresh squid, swordfish and mandarin fish; In the bamboo basket, there are water-soaked water chestnuts, lotus roots, cymbals and water chestnuts; Small streets, although paved with stone slabs, are like soaking in water, like rivers and harbors, and they smell fishy ... Perhaps this is Jiangnan.
a sketch of a corner of Jiangnan. Suzhou pingtan, the soft and pretty voice of silk strings; That girl is more beautiful and smarter than Xi Shi; Perhaps, this is the image and character of Jiangnan ... Jiangnan is a beautiful article: beauty lies in its poetic and picturesque artistic conception; Beauty lies in its beautiful and meaningful quips.
the combination of emotional beauty and linguistic beauty has become the special 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. If you mumble, you will be intoxicated. 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, and its Italian and American languages are beautiful.
2. The transparent stream of the brook 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 take in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; Still left my childhood figure. Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest by this stream and the sweet wind once blew my childhood dreams! I am lying beside you, feeling happy on my mother's chest ... You are an ancient song in our life-you see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play sad music; You saw a few burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside; You also heard: the wheelbarrow at the foot of the mountain, with a creaking and dumb voice, passed through the poor land ... Without you, who would leave us with natural colors; Who will record the sorrow and joy 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 have 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 the "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for the stream, but also a song for my mother, because this stream once left my childhood figure and made me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "sadness and joy of the mountain people" and sent the raised "I" away.
the stream is a song, and the mother is a song. 3, wind and rain Jia Pingwa Woods are like a piece of dough, all sides are drumming, and when it is drummed, it will sink, and then it will sink again; Then he leans to one side and walks around; The ground is rising again, and it can't be fixed; Suddenly, he jumped on the other side, never stopping, suddenly big and small, suddenly gathering and scattered; There is no direction at all.
then everything was spinning, and the Woods were crowded together. The green seemed to be stretched a lot, twisted up and twisted up, and the fallen leaves rushed up and grew a huge mushroom in the air. Wow, the sky was littered with black spots, and the green was completely squashed, and the houses and walls inside were clearly seen.
The weeping willows are all messed up, but when they are thrown in the air, they are surprisingly clear, and suddenly they are stiff, and then they rush down, which is like a hemp ball. Poplar leaves have changed their appearance thousands of times: the back of the leaves is turned over and it is gray; Turn it around again, and the green is deep and black.
the reed fell down completely, and a broken stem was inserted obliquely in the mud, making a crackling sound. A sheep with a broken leash ran out of the fence, its hooves were propped up, and suddenly it hit a tree, and then it propped up its hooves to slide. In the end, it fell beside a dung heap and lost its white color.
a girl in a red shirt rushed out to lead the sheep, and immediately wanted to return, but it was impossible. She was spinning in the yard and screaming, only two steps away from the steps, and she couldn't walk up for a long time. The vines on the locust tree couldn't cling to it any longer, only to 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. They don't fly or buzz. The wires are getting thicker and thicker, and they fall into a curved arc. A bird's nest fell from a tall tree, rolled on the ground and dispersed.
Several birds screamed and flew to hold on, but they couldn't fly down. They floated to the right and tilted to the left, their wings jerked, their feathers turned into a ball of flowers, whirled around, and suddenly stopped in the air, and suddenly fell to the ground like a stone, without even a sound. In the narrow lane, a piece of waste paper was stuck on the east wall and the west wall for a while, and suddenly rushed out of the wall and disappeared immediately.
A wet cat ran desperately, jumped over and jumped on the eaves. It was also surprised. Several tiles fell and floated obliquely like leaves, but suddenly they fell vertically and broke into a pile. The duckweed in the pond is as thick as the velvet quilt, protruding, protruding again, jerking up a corner and swishing it open; Water suddenly gathers and solidifies into a cone for a long time; Slapped down, smashed a hole, duckweed washed up on the four sides of the pond, and several fish jumped in the grass nest on the shore.
in the northernmost hut, the wooden frame is creaking.