Whenever I see it, I will think of the time when I went to Qiandao Lake with my parents. Look, I'm smiling in the photo, my eyes are narrowing, and a small dimple appears on my cheek.
I'm wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, with a big fish-shaped lock on my back. How handsome I look! Behind me is a dense grove. Kobanawa has tall and straight trees, green grass and yellowish low bushes. What a beautiful scenery! Look at this photo, and the floodgate of my memory will open automatically. On that day, Wan Li was clear, and our family came to Qiandao Lake with the school tour group.
There are beautiful scenery, birds and flowers, and many small islands. We came to the "Lock Island" and saw countless small "heart locks".
People are locking messages and pinning their good feelings. Let's move on.
Wow! There is a big lock here! Although this kind of lock is very similar to our common lock in appearance, it is extremely huge-hundreds of times larger than the usual lock! While introducing, the tour guide pointed to a nearby place and said that there stood a key, and whoever could turn it could open the lock. Dad's curiosity came up. He went to the big key and mentioned the guy with difficulty. He really opened this huge lock, and we all cheered ... We walked for a while, and suddenly, a huge stone carp appeared on the roadside! A closer look reveals that it is a carp-shaped lock! I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, and pestered my mother to help me take a photo with the "big carp".
This is my favorite photo, and I will cherish it in the long river of memory forever.
2. Look at the picture and write a composition (300 words). Mother's love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.
I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me.
However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital.
It was dark on the road. I was so scared that I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back and you will be there. "
When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw the doctor. The doctor took my temperature. At first glance, it is a high fever of 465,438+0 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just silently said," well. "
But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English.
When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "
Mom said with tears in her eyes, "Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you must be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on!" Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love.
A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."
Great maternal love as the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.
When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all.
I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.
And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something.
She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."
At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion.
I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories. I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.
I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.
My father loves me like a mountain. My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason. Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory.
My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building.
I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know, in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg for many miles and his foot was worn out.
Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.
My father loves me like a mountain. I wanted to write an article for my father a long time ago, but I didn't start writing.
3. How to write a composition by reading more pictures? When reading multiple pictures and writing a composition, we should clearly see the changes in the relationship between environment, characters, main characters and secondary characters in continuous pictures, and also analyze the internal logical relationship between multiple pictures. For example, Good Neighbor has four pictures. The first picture: There are some clothes hanging in a yard, and the clothes are floating in the strong wind. The second picture: It's raining heavily, and a boy is walking. Rush to the yard. The third picture: The boy is walking into the house with some clothes on his arms and wrists. In the yard, it is still raining heavily. Picture 4: In a room, a boy is folding clothes for an aunt. These four pictures are obviously arranged in chronological order, showing the development process of a thing. As can be seen from the middle two pictures, the plot develops rapidly due to weather changes. From the first and last pictures, I guess the weather must be fine in the morning. Aunt took time to wash clothes and hang them in the yard to go to work. After considering the whole process, we should pay attention to the details when writing the content of each picture. The first picture: Clear sky in Wan Li, clean clothes hanging on a rope. The weather changed suddenly, the sky was getting darker and the wind was getting stronger. Picture 2: It's starting to rain. It was the rain that hit the window and made the boys notice the situation in the yard. What was he thinking when he saw the rain? How did he rush into the yard in three steps and two steps? How does he choose clothes? Verbs should be used continuously to describe the action of picking clothes: stand on tiptoe, stretch your arm, reach for it, pick and pull. The rain soaked your hair and poured it into your neck, and he completely ignored it. Is there a little dress that he hung too high and pulled down ... these details should be reasonably imagined according to the picture and our actual life. The third picture. Maybe he washed the clothes soaked by rain with clear water again and put them in the washing machine to dry before hanging them in the room. Figure 4: Looking at the movements of the two people in the picture, I can imagine that the aunt must be praising and thanking the boy over and over again. It was the child who said, "You're welcome, who let us all be good neighbors?" In short, when reading multiple pictures, we should pay attention to the changes of pictures, the connection between pictures, the association and details when reading. Only in this way can the composition be vivid and touching.
Write a composition with this picture. I believe these contents can help you! The axis, ink pen and paper book of "Mountain Pavilion Listening to Rain" now in Shenyang Palace Museum are three feet one inch high and one foot wide. It was included in the second volume of the Complete Works of Shi Tao's Painting and Calligraphy by Tianjin People's Fine Arts Publishing House, and also included in the Selected Works of Shi Tao and China published by People's Fine Arts Publishing House in 2003, which became the essence of Shi Tao's works.
There is a poem on it: "The double dry pavilions are green and bright, and the stone beds are cool and clear. The south wind blows down the wine in the lounge and lies listening to the rustling rain. "
Department: "Qing Xiang Didazi wrote it in a pavilion." Calligraphy is regular script, too square and powerful, unlike Shi Tao's calligraphy style in his later years.
The setting of rocks, willows, pines and houses is too square and dull. A house is similar to a boundary painting.
There is something wrong with the place names involved in the postscript of this painting. "Didazi" is a new name for Shi Tao to leave Buddhism after the completion of Didazi Tang. A pavilion is in Chang Gan Temple in Jinling (Hongzhi), which is the small pavilion where Shi Tao lived in Jinling. Shi Tao left here on 1687.
After "Didazi" was used at the end of 1696, there was a record of going to Jinling for more than ten days (1702), but there was no record of going to the branch library again. In Shi Tao's handed down works, there is no news that he returned to a branch library after 1687.
In order to commemorate his career in Jinling in his later years, Shi Tao was awarded the title of "Summer Man" in Yangzhou. But the "one pavilion" in the postscript of this painting is obviously a place, not a font size.
Judging from Shi Tao's thought, a pavilion has special significance in the development of his thought. As a place to live, the kiosk is small and cramped, as small as a bird's nest and too small to reach out to friends. Shi Tao came from Xuancheng and lived in this small pavilion, so he was dissatisfied. He said: "Golden land and Zhu Lin are always idle, and a solitary branch is really redundant."
Such a splendid place, all I can enjoy is a place standing on a cone! Mei Qing therefore advised him. But then he seemed to like a pavilion and solemnly signed it in his calligraphy and painting works: "In a pavilion".
As a space, a pavilion is insignificant, but it is in this embarrassing pavilion that he launched a very interesting philosophical thinking, even linked with the core ideas of Zen, and he gained a life force here. From the depression of "no nameless hair" to the * * of "where is the peak?", he appreciated the mystery of Zen.
What would it feel like to relive the past life in that embarrassing little room with a broken bed and a broken stove, as the postscript of this painting says, but this painting doesn't. There is only a plain and casual outline here! This work is by no means written by Shi Tao.
Moreover, the name of "Old Man Qing Xiang" in Zhu's work is a small square seal. Shi Tao has an oval Zhu Wenyin, The Old Man in Qing Xiang, which was probably used by Shi Tao in the late Jinling period and often used in his later works. "Qing Xiang Old Man" Xiao Fangyin is the only one of Shi Tao's signature works.
Write an interesting picture and a composition outside the window.
Every night when I get home and sit in front of the window, I can hear the soft piano sound, so melodious and crisp. On the other side of the window, a girl smiled sweetly, and the melody was written from her fingertips. The only fly in the ointment is that she only has nine fingers She dominates the little girl across from my house. She is a disabled person.
I remember the day when she moved in. We were all glad to meet such a lovely little girl, but God was not so attached to her that her finger was lost forever in an accident. What's more, she fell in love with the piano, which means that she will work harder and harder than others. "It doesn't matter, I never feel different from others." Sister, when she said this, I did see tears in her mother's eyes ...
After the self-study class, my sister came home and sat in front of the bed. Everyone can see that the lights on the other side are still on, and her own life ripples at night, making the night warm.
After practicing for a long time, there is a "meat pad" on the little finger tip. Sales among teenagers seem to be as old as those in their thirties. Once I saw her mother tying her hands, and I was curious. "What is this?" Her mother said angrily and regretfully, "winter is coming, and the weather is feeling." She didn't listen to me, and her hand was cracked. " I looked at the purple hand and felt a heartache. Looking back, a smiling face of the little darling also appeared on her face, and I smiled with relief, because I was sitting in front of the piano and my parents were everything to the little darling.
On a warm afternoon, the sound of the piano came in again. I poked my head out and shouted, "Little darling." She also leaned out half her head and said, "What's the matter? I am practicing the piano. " I said, "I haven't heard this song before." "Newly practiced." "Can you play it for me?" "good!" She is both excited and happy. I knocked on the balcony to watch her play the piano. The sun shone on her hair, golden yellow, like a dynamic oil painting. "How about it?" I was still immersed in the lingering sound, but she woke me up. "oh! Very nice. " So she smiled even more brightly. She showed her hands to the sun and asked, "Are my hands strange?" I said, "No, it's beautiful." I feel guilty. Why is God so cruel to her?
Last night, I saw her playing the piano in the dim light. Her figure is swaying outside the window, her piano is floating outside the window, and her soul is singing outside the window.
I looked up out of the window and saw an optimistic smile and firm eyes.
6. There are four pictures when reading comics and writing a composition. 1 A person holding a frog marked (you sell) 2, one does not buy. LZ score is too small = = amount. Let me give you an outline. First of all, seeing the pictures you gave is selling and caring for wild animals, and judging from people's behavior, it shows that in the absence of binding laws, the punishment is too light, which leads to the serious phenomenon of killing wild animals. 2, you can write down the incident about catching and selling wild animals, and get the main idea from it (saying that this picture is a bit ironic that the legal system is not perfect and law enforcement departments do not act! ), and then write down comments on such incidents, as well as advice to today's social system, laws, law enforcement agencies and unscrupulous traffickers! 3. Most sellers actually don't know that selling wild animals is a crime. It can also be said that they put forward some suggestions for popularizing the law. 4, the general idea is that cause and effect have a cause. Why is this happening? It is people's greed, their ignorance of the law and the inaction of law enforcement departments.
7. Autumn is the harvest season. Draw a picture, then look at the picture and write a composition. Autumn is coming, and the golden ears of wheat in the field are endless. The farmer's uncle worked hard to harvest the ears of wheat. A group of young pioneers wearing red scarves came to help farmers harvest rice. After harvesting, the farmer's uncle said, "Thank you, children." The young pioneers said, "You're welcome". This is what we young pioneers should do.
In the orchard, the apples on the apple tree seem to be shy little faces, red and covered with branches; Pears on pear trees are like yellow gourds; Grapes on the grape trellis are like strings of purple pearls hanging on the branches ... Also, maple leaves in autumn are redder than azalea flowers and fiery red sun in spring. ...
On the grass, children are stepping on the soft grass, facing the slight autumn wind, running and flying kites, and there are laughter everywhere. Colorful kites are flying in the air. In the distance, grandparents who love literature and art are singing loudly, singing the joy in their hearts and the joy of harvest. ...
Autumn is so beautiful, I like the autumn harvest season, this refreshing season!