Fireflies, lanterns and fireflies fill the night sky. "Beautiful summer night, the moonlight is bright, the wind is blowing slowly, the treetops are rustling, and fireflies are flying around with lanterns. When I was a child, I sang nursery rhymes taught by my grandmother and ran after them.
But no matter how hard I try, I still can't catch this beautiful and persistent elf. Exhausted, I threw myself into my grandmother's arms and cursed the firefly in dismay: "This short-lived little flying insect will die after living for a summer. It's annoying to fly around."
Grandma smiled kindly and said, "The little firefly can't be as bright as the sun and the moon, nor can it illuminate the darkness, but it still works hard and keeps flashing." Grandma once told you the story of a firefly taking pictures of a book. Several fireflies together can form a beam of light, which the ancients used for lighting and reading! The anger in my heart gradually died out, but I was still not satisfied, so I refuted my grandmother and said, "Even if I try harder, their lives will be over after the summer. What can they do with such a short life? " Grandma gently stroked my head and said, "Life is not the length, but the connotation.
Although the life of firefly is short, it has tried to be beautiful, and this life is meaningful. "After listening to my grandmother's words, I will look at the fireflies flying in the night sky-around the pond as calm as jade, over the rice fields where the wind blows the wheat waves, fireflies dance with faint fluorescence.
This faint light makes the countryside night stained with a layer of quiet and blurred beauty. Many years later, this beautiful picture is still as clear as yesterday-beautiful summer night, fireflies flying everywhere, grandma's smiling and kind face, and nursery rhymes that grandma taught me.
2. Write a composition such as "Eternal Farewell". chanson perpetuelle
I spent my childhood with my grandparents.
When I was a child, I didn't spend much time with my parents, so my grandfather became my playmate and the first teacher.
Grandpa is a person who loves reading and writing. When I lived in a bungalow, he taught me to write Chinese calligraphy, spread out rice paper, open the ink box and be my writing teacher seriously. It's just that I am a student who is not obedient, always joking and smearing ink on my face ... The smell of ink in the room makes my clean grandmother lose her temper, but even so, my grandfather and I have always enjoyed it. You only care about writing close-ups in capital letters. Grandpa wrote his poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, and I wrote my poems of big, small, human, hand and mouth. When it's finished, I'll hang them with Grandpa's Mo Bao for a few days. At that time, I was only four or five years old, but my memory was very deep, and the scene at that time was clearly printed in my heart. Grandpa has a good temper, but I am naughty. I always draw glasses on his face with a brush when he sleeps.
Sometimes, my grandfather and I will change the brush to ink painting and draw houses, chickens, flowers and trees ... Once, I spent half a day drawing a picture. After reading it, my grandfather read me a nursery rhyme. The lyrics are very interesting: a good rooster, a red comb, a shiny neck, golden claws, and a window. Sing it again in a different tune, and we both laughed. Grandpa clapped his hands and sang and danced with me like a child, which made grandma shake her head: little madman, old madman!
It was my grandfather who filled my childhood with joy and happiness.
Later, I grew up gradually. After primary school and middle school, my grandparents and I lived better and better, living in the same building. Grandpa's old pen, ink, paper and inkstone have long since disappeared. Because of intense study, I have no time to accompany him to write, draw and sing. But those happy pictures often reappear, and that nursery rhyme echoes in my ears-after I study, when I am depressed-to soothe my mood and make my heart instantly soft. I know I will never forget those photos, that nursery rhyme, that affection, forever. ...
I spent my childhood with my grandparents. When I was a child, I didn't spend much time with my parents, so my grandfather became my playmate and the first teacher. Grandpa is a person who loves reading and writing. When I lived in a bungalow, he taught me to write Chinese calligraphy, spread out rice paper, open the ink box and be my writing teacher seriously. It's just that it's always a joke. I put ink on my face ... The room was filled with ink, which made grandma who loves cleanliness lose her temper, but even so, my grandfather and I always enjoyed it and turned a deaf ear to grandma's reprimand. We just wrote his Tang poetry and Song poetry, and I wrote my big, small, people, hands and mouth. When it's finished, I'll hang it and show it with Grandpa's Mo Bao. All the scenes at that time were clearly printed in my mind. Grandpa has a good temper, but I am naughty. I always draw glasses, beards and pictures on his face with a brush when he is sleeping, so I can't help but wake him up with a smile and then run out to play with my companions with a smile. Sometimes, my grandfather and I will change the brush strokes into ink paintings and draw houses, chickens and flowers. It took me half a day to draw a picture. My grandfather actually matched a children's song after watching it. The lyrics are very interesting: rooster, good man, red comb, shining neck, golden claws, look at the window, give you beans, look at the window, give you beans ... Grandpa and I sang over and over again, changing the tune, and we both laughed. It was my grandfather who filled my childhood with joy and happiness. Later, I grew up gradually. After I finished primary school and went to middle school, my grandparents and I lived better and better. I live in a building, and the pens, papers and inkstones used by my grandfather have long since disappeared. Because of my intense study, I have no time to accompany my grandfather to write, draw and sing any more. But those happy pictures often reappear, and that children's song echoes in my ears. When I am depressed-like cool rain and warm wind, it moistens my heart, soothes my mood and softens my heart instantly. I know I have never forgotten those photos, that nursery rhyme, that moment of affection, forever and ever.
4. Write a composition with 600 words of eternal singing.
I spent my childhood with my grandparents.
When I was a child, I didn't spend much time with my parents, so my grandfather became my playmate and the first teacher.
Grandpa is a person who loves reading and writing. When I lived in a bungalow, my grandfather taught me to write Chinese calligraphy, spread out rice paper, open the ink box and seriously became my writing teacher. It's just that I, a student, is disobedient, always joking and smearing ink all over my face ... The room is filled with ink, which makes my clean grandmother lose her temper, but even so, my grandfather and I always enjoy it and turn a deaf ear to grandma's reprimand. We only concentrate on writing his Tang poetry and Song poetry, and I write my big, small, human, hand and mouth. At that time, I was only four or five years old, but the memory was very deep, and the scene at that time was clearly printed in my heart. Grandpa has a good temper, but I am naughty. I always draw glasses and a beard on his face with a brush when he sleeps. I couldn't help waking him up with a smile, and then I ran out to play with my companions with a smile.
Sometimes, my grandfather and I will change the brush to ink painting and draw houses, chickens, flowers and trees ... Once, I spent half a day drawing a picture. After reading it, my grandfather read me a nursery rhyme. The lyrics are very interesting: a good rooster, a red comb, a shiny neck, golden claws, and a window. Sing it again in a different tune, and we both laughed. Grandpa clapped his hands and sang and danced with me like a child, which made grandma shake her head: little madman, old madman!
It was my grandfather who filled my childhood with joy and happiness.
Later, I grew up gradually. After primary school and middle school, my grandparents and I are getting better and better. I live in a building, and grandpa's pen, ink, paper and inkstone have long since disappeared. Because of my intense study, I have no time to accompany my grandfather to write, draw and sing any more. But those happy pictures often reappear, and that children's song echoes in my ears-when I am studying, when I am depressed-like cool rain and warm wind, it moistens my heart, soothes my mood and makes my heart instantly soft. I know, I have never forgotten those photos, that nursery rhyme and that moment of affection, forever, forever. ...
5. Imitate the eternal singing composition of the sixth grade, "Firefly, carrying lanterns, flying west and east.
Fireflies, lanterns and fireflies fill the night sky. "Beautiful summer night, the moonlight is bright, the wind is blowing slowly, the treetops are rustling, and fireflies are flying around with lanterns. When I was a child, I sang nursery rhymes taught by my grandmother and ran after them.
But no matter how hard I try, I still can't catch this beautiful and persistent elf. Exhausted, I threw myself into my grandmother's arms and cursed the firefly in dismay: "This short-lived little flying insect will die after living for a summer. It's annoying to fly around."
Grandma smiled kindly and said, "The little firefly can't be as bright as the sun and the moon, nor can it illuminate the darkness, but it still works hard and keeps flashing." Grandma once told you the story of a firefly taking pictures of a book. When several fireflies get together, they can converge into a beam of light, which the ancients used for lighting and reading! The anger in my heart gradually died out, but I was still not satisfied, so I refuted my grandmother and said, "Even if I try harder, their lives will be over after the summer. What can they do with such a short life? " Grandma gently stroked my head and said, "Life is not the length, but the connotation.
Although the life of firefly is short, it has tried to be beautiful, and this life is meaningful. "After listening to my grandmother's words, I will look at the fireflies flying in the night sky-around the pond as calm as jade, over the rice fields where the wind blows the wheat waves, fireflies dance with faint fluorescence.
This faint light makes the countryside night stained with a layer of quiet and blurred beauty. Many years later, this beautiful picture is still as clear as yesterday-beautiful summer night, fireflies flying everywhere, grandma's smiling and kind face, and nursery rhymes that grandma taught me.
6. Eternal singing composition "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves, build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood …" This sonorous national anthem embodies the strength of the whole Chinese nation and represents its tenacity! In the afternoon, everything seemed so calm, but it was a moment of peace before the storm came.
At this moment, May, 2008 12, Wenchuan earthquake. 14: 28, when we were still intoxicated with the sound of Lang Lang's book, countless familiar faces in Wenchuan were buried in the ruins forever.
After the earthquake, there was a dead silence here. Even the wind had to hold its breath and breathe carefully. At this time, in the ruins of Yingxiu Town Primary School in Wenchuan, a familiar song sounded: "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves, build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood ..." More than a dozen surviving primary school students overcame their fears and sang the same song.
Loud songs with their strong patriotic enthusiasm and desire for survival passed through the thick ruins and reached the ears of search and rescue personnel. They use songs to arouse the faith and hope of life.
What belief made them sing the national anthem when their lives were threatened? What made them sing the national anthem when they were extremely tired? This song is a call to the motherland and a trust in the motherland; This song is the pursuit of life, full of longing for a new life. The majestic national anthem gave them the strength to persist, and their strength made us see the hope of the future.
Be brave, strong, and keep calm in times of crisis! The national anthem will give every one of us in China strength and the confidence to win. No matter when! This eternal song shocked the people who were saving them; This eternal swan song resounded through the land of China: this eternal swan song shocked the world with the power of the Chinese nation! Friend, maybe the weekly flag-raising ceremony is just a kind of etiquette in your heart, but when you raise your right hand to sing the national anthem, do you feel that this national anthem makes your blood boil? Are you proud to be a descendant of the dragon? Do you feel the motherland-this powerful country is your strong backing? Let's sing loudly with full enthusiasm and remember those who left with eternal songs; Make the living stronger with eternal songs; Looking forward to the bright future of the motherland with eternal songs.
7. Eternal Singing Composition Under the empty blue sky and the quiet lake, melodious songs are rippling.
Shocking notes and passionate melodies cast the ups and downs of junior high school life and wrote magnificent poems on the road of life. Sunrise bid farewell to happy youth and ushered in the initial middle school life. The new life calendar is quietly opened, and infinite scenery is close at hand.
Perhaps the wonderful childhood frolicking and rich juvenile experience are just a drop in the ocean, but we have ushered in a brand-new junior high school life, inheriting the naughty childhood and the innocence of teenagers. Just like the blooming sun, we jumped out of the Colorado Grand Canyon, accompanied by the ringing birds and the gurgling water, leaving a beautiful song, walking on the unknown road of life-stepping into the threshold of middle school, and pouring our infinite expectations. Beautiful singing is just like that described in Sunrise: a beautiful scene with bright sunshine and vitality.
The song of the Volga boatman "The world is not as perfect as you think." Yes, any success must first go through a vigorous struggle, although the result of the struggle may not be perfect, and the flower of success may not be in full bloom.
Junior high school life is like hell, and the door of heaven is always open to people who have gone through hardships and vicissitudes. Indeed, the urgent study life makes us suffer from strong winds and snow and ice erosion.
Frustration, depression, hesitation and confusion are always with us, but we know that the beauty of the rainbow lies after the storm, and the brilliance of the gem lies after polishing; The joy of success lies in struggle. As long as we shed the sweat of struggle, the flower of success will flourish. Wandering in the songs of the boatmen on the Volga River, it seems that the whole body is washed by tired blood. The closer the footsteps of success, the brighter the songs of success.
Volunteers marched for more than a thousand days and nights, and we studied at the cold window; How many storms, we hand in hand. Three years of hard work have gathered countless sources of wisdom. In the tense examination room, we vent, indulge and cast our final victory song.
"Forward, forward, forward-"Let us continue to trudge with March of the Volunteers, and the road ahead is endless. Under the vast sky, in the quiet lake, the song of victory ripples in the valley and resounds through the world forever.
8. Imitate the composition of eternal songs. Time is 300 words in the rain, always remember "Hua, Hua!" It's raining, it's raining hard, and people have put up umbrellas. I stood in a small pavilion by the lotus pond, enjoying the sound of rain.
People come and go by the lotus pond, and the lotus flowers in the rain sway with the wind, as if waving to pedestrians. Passers-by are holding umbrellas, and colorful umbrellas make the lotus pond seem to be surrounded by a layer of lace.
Looking at all kinds of umbrellas, I remembered the umbrella my friend left at home. My friend's name is He and his nickname is "Little Mud". Because she has dark skin and likes playing with mud, she is called "Little Mud".
Xiao Ni and I were inseparable. We fly kites together in spring, swim together in summer, walk on the golden avenue paved with fallen leaves together in autumn and run marathons together in winter. My friend gave me an umbrella, from that day on.
That day, my mother kept telling me to bring an umbrella in the morning. It may rain in the afternoon, but I was in a hurry to go to school, so I forgot to bring my umbrella. After school in the afternoon, "Hua, Hua!" It was raining cats and dogs, and "Little Mud" came over and said, "Hee hee! Without an umbrella, you want to be a soup pig! " I stared with anger. At this time, I saw fewer people at school. I'm anxious like an ant on hot bricks, and tears are rolling in my eyes.
"Let's go!" "Little Mud" tugged at my skirt and said, "We live very close. Let's go back together! " So, we played the little blue umbrella together and laughed happily all the way! "hey! Express money, get wet! It's all this horse that makes you freeze! " I smiled shyly! "Still laughing!" Mother said angrily, "don't find a dress to change for others!" " "I found a coat to change for her. After I put on my coat, she ran home and left her umbrella at my house. The next day, I went back to school with an umbrella and wanted to give it back to Xiao Ni.
But Little Mud didn't come. I thought she was ill, so I ran to her house to see her. However, there is no one at home, but there is a letter she left me. She said that her father's job was transferred and she went to the frontier with her father, so she may not come back. So I want to take an umbrella as a souvenir! I don't know how to cherish until I lose it. I finally understand this sentence. In retrospect, my mood is always restless. I lost my best friend.
From the moment she left, I suddenly felt something was missing When I was walking on the road, my ears echoed with the laughter of the past. When I came to school, I saw her having a good time. Because of this, that umbrella became my most precious thing. Nothing, I will gently touch her, let the tears fall on the umbrella, quietly, broken ... I think, although we are thousands of miles apart, no matter how far apart, our friendship will not be restricted and will last forever, won't it? .