In normal study, work or life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. With the help of words, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my collection of Jiangnan junior three compositions for reference only, hoping to help you.
Every time I go to Jiangnan, it's probably March and April, when flowers bloom. The more times you go, the idea of exploring the true meaning of Jiangnan arises.
Jiangnan is a prosperous place of tobacco and willow, and a gentle and rich town. There are flowers, talents, beautiful women and lingering love stories in Jiangnan. But Jiangnan is also a place where heroes come forth in large numbers. Throughout the ages, many brave soldiers have been bred here. Sharp soldiers and swords also originated from wuyue in the south of the Yangtze River. What power makes two completely different temperaments, lingering and fierce and tenacious, seamlessly fit in one place, endless and immortal for thousands of years? I was puzzled for a time.
Once I reread Laozi, a famous saying in the book made me suddenly enlightened. "The water in the world is not weak, but it is the first to attack the strong." Laozi's words broke the duality of water's weakness, beauty and toughness. Jiangnan is a water town with rivers and lakes. They flow at the foot of the green hills, across the vast fields, and there are Jiutian Waterfalls and clear springs ringing in the mountains-for thousands of years, it is water that nourishes the scenery and people in the south of the Yangtze River and breeds the unique culture in the south of the Yangtze River.
The water in the south of the Yangtze River, like veils and mist, dances with the wind and changes endlessly, making the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River graceful and charming, and the people in the south of the Yangtze River have thousands of customs. A song "Sing Jiangnan Again" condenses the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan all the year round: "In February, look at the flowers in Jiangnan, and the flowers burn like wildfire everywhere; Tomb-Sweeping Day sees Jiang Nanyu, and the drizzle covers Chung Shan Man ... "People in Jiangnan are as gentle and delicate as the scenery in Jiangnan. Mo Chounv by Mochow Lake, Su Xiaoxiao by Xiqiao Bridge, West Lake Broken Bridge. Shen Yuan, Shaoxing, Taoyedu, Qinhuai River ... talented people and beautiful women deeply loved by God have left many footprints of life and beautiful legends on the land of Jiangnan. Even the speeches of Jiangnan people are soft words of Wu Nong, sincere and sincere, and even more exciting to sing. Suzhou Pingtan Piano, the representative of Jiangnan Quyi, has striking lyrics, beautiful and euphemistic strings, like clear water, clear and pure, with a long lasting charm, which even the vegetation will sway.
The water in the south of the Yangtze River sometimes tends to "slap the shore and roll up thousands of piles of snow". This tough and tenacious water has also cultivated the scenery of Jiangnan and the heroism of Jiangnan people. The land south of the Yangtze River is covered by mountains. Qixialing in Hangzhou, Huiji Mountain in Shaoxing and Yushan Mountain in Changshu are all magnificent. The waterfall in the mountain and the torrent at the foot of the mountain are all branches of the mountain. It is said that when casting swords in ancient times, the swords were first calcined in the fire and then soaked in water. After repeated times, it was cast into a good sword. This sword-soaked water in the south of the Yangtze River has also produced many impassioned people for thousands of years. The painstaking efforts of Gou Jian, Yue Fei, who exhausted his loyalty and wisdom, Lu You, Xin Qiji, Wen Tianxiang ... Many people with lofty ideals wrote poems with their blood and life, and their poems are still full of the power of the past. Lu Xun, who shouted with a halberd, took the scholar's fierceness but firm but gentle to the extreme. Even an elegant and delicate woman, with the moist water in the south of the Yangtze River, is full of heroic spirit. The eight beauties of Qinhuai in the late Ming Dynasty are strong evidence, and Qiu Jin in the late Qing Dynasty is the best representative.
The water in the south of the Yangtze River feeds the south of the Yangtze River. The beauty of Jiangnan lies in water, scenery and people. This kind of beauty is a combination of rigidity and softness. Jiangnan, a song that can never be sung, makes people savor her picturesque and fleeting. ...
I always suddenly think of my childhood, another place in the south of the Yangtze River, my childhood vows and her childhood.
Once, she was my neighbor, the same age as me. Some vague memories told me that her name seemed to be "Feifei". We grew up playing until I didn't keep my promise and left.
At that time, we were very naive and always could not conceal the joy of playing with each other. Every day after school, I do my homework on the small table in my yard, then I eat at her house or my house, and then I play games with my doll. As far as I can remember, I have been trying to be my sister, and so has she, but she always lets me go.
One day, we played house in the yard. She said, "I really want a morning glory, just like the one we saw last time." "I like it, too. Then let's go find the seeds." I said. As soon as we set out, the two of us immediately picked up the doll and ran breathlessly to the place where we saw the morning glory last time. "Ah, the morning glory bears seeds!" She shouted with joy. "Great, let's pick a few and plant them!" The surprise in my eyes is no less than Feifei.
So, in her empty flowerpot, there were two more morning glory trees. After planting flowers, we looked at the dirt on each other's hands and faces and smiled happily. "Wait until the flowers bloom, okay?" Feifei asked me. "Of course." My tone is so positive. "Hook." As a result, two young hands hooked together, and the children's voice of "hooking, not cheating for a hundred years" came from the ear.
However, God is always so fond of jealousy. Maybe I envy the pure friendship between Feifei and me too much. Before we could see the flowers blooming, God arranged me to a place called Taicang in the north of our city. I like to call it Jiangbei, because our happiness stays in Jiangnan. God has also separated us from a wall that can never be crossed. The name of that wall is "distance".
On the way the Feifei family took us to the railway station, God was drunk. He broke the glass of the night, black spilled all over the floor, and sadness flowed all over the floor. Feifei cried at the moment when the train was about to leave. Feifei choked up and asked me why I left. Don't you want to see our own trumpet? I am speechless. I don't remember what I thought at that time, except that at the moment when the train started, a salty liquid slipped from my eyes and fell to the floor. It's broken.
Now that I think about it, I still feel a little sad. Feifei, I'm sorry, I didn't and can't keep our agreement. One hundred years, what is that oath? I didn't even keep it for a year! I can't hold your hand, Venus with a broken arm, when the oath disappears in time and years. But Feifei, believe me, I will fulfill our vows.
Jiangnan, morning glory should be in full bloom, right, Feifei
Jiangbei, flowers are blooming. That flower is a memory. This is friendship.
Although it is painful to remember without having it, I believe that anyone will choose the latter between forgetting and good memories.