Imitate social drama and write a composition of 200 words.

1. Imitate the composition of Lu Xun's Social Drama. Under the banyan tree by the pond with more than 200 words, cicadas are in ... "

Listening to the song "Childhood" reminds me of an interesting story when I was a child.

One summer afternoon when I was four years old, it was very hot. My mother took me to the street and bought a big round watermelon. When I got home, my mother just put the watermelon on the table of the Eight Immortals, and I couldn't wait to ask my mother, "When do I eat watermelon?"

"You little greedy cat, my father is working in the field. It must be very hot. When he comes back, we will have dinner together. " Mother answered with a smile and went into the kitchen.

I stared at the watermelon, licked my lips, and clamored for it with my mother. But my mother just didn't agree, so I pouted and moved my head. After a while, a good idea came to me. At that time, I was short and not as tall as a square table. So, I quietly moved the chair close to the square table, climbed into the chair carefully, and gently pushed the watermelon with my little hand, and the watermelon slowly rolled onto the table. At this time, I quickly jumped down from the chair and cried, "Mom, the watermelon is going to roll down!" " "The words sound just fell and before my mother walked out of the kitchen, the watermelon fell to the ground with a bang and broke into several petals. Mother picked up the watermelon, complaining, and told me to eat some quickly. I was so happy that I showed my pride while eating: my mother was fooled. I stole a look at my mother and found that she didn't find any flaws. So I grinned.

"What are you laughing at?" Mother asked strangely.

"Watermelon is cool and sweet, so delicious!" I answered naughtily. In fact, I know best.

Looking back now, I really feel a little funny.

2. Writing a 200-word parody in the first day of junior high school has experienced countless spring, summer, autumn and winter in our lives. They add a maturity to our hearts with brushes and paint a wonderful picture of our lives. The four seasons have passed, leaving a beautiful image with endless aftertaste.

Spring is the season when everything revives. Moistened by the spring breeze, the gurgling stream gradually melted the frozen body. The grass sticks out from the ground, green and fresh. Wildflowers that used to be everywhere also have buds that are about to bloom, dotted in the grass. The weeping willows by the lake are also stretching their muscles affectionately. Spring, a vibrant world!

Summer is a season full of vitality. What flies in the sky, grows on the ground and swims in the water all show abundant vitality. Listen, the cicada outside the window unconsciously sings without getting tired; Look, the graceful lotus flowers in the lotus pond are dancing under the singing of the wind; Smell, gardenias in full bloom in July exude intoxicating fragrance. Close your eyes gently and revel in this colorful world.

Autumn is a fruitful season. In the field, bursts of fragrant rice came to the nose, and golden rice waves rolled, covering the colorful world. Farmers' uncles are working hard, and they are working day and night after eating enough of the sickle of Daoxiang. Autumn, what a harvest season!

They have been reincarnated again and again all year round, and they have left a good impression in my mind. Winter, although not as vibrant as spring; There is no hot summer, and no autumn can bring us the joy of harvest, but it is my favorite season.

When the word "winter" is mentioned, people can't help thinking of snow. Yes, snow, the spirit of winter, makes winter no longer boring. That kind of pure and flawless white has become a unique landscape in winter. Grass, trees and roofs are all covered with layers of snowflakes, making this world wrapped in silver a lovely girl. I prefer wintersweet standing proudly in the cold wind to winter scenery. It is not afraid of cold, it is so bright, and the little red blood is dotted with the white earth, which is particularly enchanting and presents another taste of winter. This can't help but remind me of the poem "No bitter cold, plum blossoms come naturally." Winter, a season of plenty of powder and jade!

Throughout the year, like a string of colorful notes, each one is unique and has its own unique charm. Through the four seasons, on the long journey of life, listen carefully to this wonderful song of the four seasons!

When we were young, we imitated social drama to write compositions. Happy; Sad; Unforgettable; There is comedy. But I think the most interesting thing is that thing, which still flows in my mind.

I remember it was a Friday in grade five. All the teachers and students in our school were going for a spring outing in Taohua Mountain, but it rained again that day. What a coincidence! The teacher said, "It will rain or be sunny today." This sentence inspired the fighting spirit of the students! Hearing this sentence, the students were very happy, some cheered and some jumped three feet high. "Good, good" shouted. At eight o'clock, the teacher left the school with us and drove his own bus to Taohua Mountain, a beautiful paradise. On the bus, the students' voices and laughter are louder than the whirring of the car. After more than half an hour, we arrived at the foot of the beautiful Taohua Mountain. As soon as I got off the bus, a fragrance floated into my nose. I looked up at the top of the mountain. It was so high and the ground was still wet. I thought, no way, how can I walk so high and the road is not easy. I looked around at my classmates, who were holding umbrellas as crutches to prepare for this arduous task. I turned my head and asked my good friend, "Did you walk up there?" Of course. "

There is no choice but to follow the "army" up the mountain. Many students don't want to go halfway up the mountain. When the teacher learned that, he advised them to continue. There are beautiful scenery on it. A classmate fell to the ground halfway up the mountain, and I was laughing at the classmate who was thrown by. "No" I stepped on a wet stone and my knees got dirty at once. As the slope becomes steeper and steeper, almost no one in the class can't help becoming a little clay figurine. I was walking, and I accidentally fell down again. As a result, several students behind me followed "Bye-bye". "I'm sorry, bring trouble to you. I hurried to apologize. In this case, what confidence can I have to climb the mountain? " It's really boring You can't have good classes at school. Why did you come to climb the mountain? It is so boring. "The classmate next to me heard this and said to me, this is very interesting. Come with me. " Then he pulled me up. My classmates and I were left behind, but thanks to their help, I caught up with the "army" and rebuilt my confidence.

On the top of the mountain, peach blossoms are in full bloom, as if to say hello to us: "Spring is coming again, how beautiful!" We are sucking fresh air here, which is equivalent to a favor from nature. We should make good use of this time and enjoy the happiness of spring. From this, I also understand that if you want to get a return, you must first pay. If we want to enjoy the benefits that nature has given us, we must climb up without fear of difficulties.

4. Imitate the scenery description in paragraphs 1 1 2 of "Social Opera" with 200 to 300 words of slightly spicy southeast wind blowing on me, and I know that the summer I am looking forward to is near.

Everything in nature has also come out from the warm spring, and I intend to lift my spirits and feel the heavy rain in summer. Spring is still a budding tree, and now it is also a thick green. When the thick green came into view, I suddenly felt a coolness that I had never had before.

As the sun sets, the distant sky is red, and the long day turns into night. That's when children love to play.

There is a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the factory official boarded the rules and regulations, with only a few stars around to dance with her. The dark earth echoes the bright moonlight. People are sitting under that big tree, and the air seems to be fresh in an instant with the fan swaying gently and sometimes passing a cool breeze.

Adults are laughing heartily, children are playing heartily, and the lights of nearby buildings and tall buildings are lit up during the conversation. Reflect from mid-air to the lake next to home.

The calm lake is sparkling, and a fish-scale silver wave is disturbed by several unknown birds from time to time, and then it is calm. There are more and more lights around, flashing like stars.

I sat on a small stool in the park, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time. Looking at the other side of the lake, looking at the busy streets, passing pedestrians and listening to adults talking about their mistakes, I used a fan to drive away the afterheat of the sun during the day. I wonder if overseas compatriots can enjoy the moon with us.

A few birdsongs disturbed my thoughts. Looking back, there are not many people left. I walked back while catching bugs. In the dead of night, the moon rose higher.

Everything is calm again. Occasionally you can hear birds chirping and leaves rustling.

5. Write a short essay on Moonlit Night, imitating social drama, 200 words. Just after dark, the dense fog overflowed, creating a calm and peaceful night, and the white fog was dyed golden under the soft moonlight and street lamps. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, beautiful and beautiful.

It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!

Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody explains the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.

At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.

Everything in the world is God's creation and harmonious, except the moon. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why does the moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!

The night is already silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!

Shaking my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts, but falling into deeper depression.

A soft moonlight shone through the window and landed on the windowsill. The windowsill seems to be plated with silver. It suddenly occurred to me that it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and now it is the full moon. The moon must be beautiful at this time!

So I went downstairs to enjoy the moon. What a round moon! There are a few twinkling stars in the distance, which adds a bit of poetry to this moonlit night.

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7. Imitation paragraph 1 1 About the night social drama with more than 200 words, the miscellaneous trees on both sides of the river and the nameless aquatic plants in knee-deep water all emit a natural fragrance, which is entangled in the sweetness of water vapor and intertwined at the nose. Evening sunset wrapped in a touch of bright colors, or purple or red, wandering on this river, shining with intoxicating colors. The rolling hills on both sides, high or low, are covered with miscellaneous trees and crawling behind them. The bamboo raft has kept a moderate speed and staggered forward. The current was rushing gradually, and finally I saw another slope ahead. There seemed to be lights flashing around, but I soon discovered that it was not a fishing boat selling grilled fish skewers, but the increasingly red light of the sunset was shining.

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8. Write a description of the scenery according to the social drama. The scenery description in this article is very distinctive.

Using freehand brushwork, the author describes the pictures of sailing on a moonlit night, watching a play at the bow and returning home at midnight from the aspects of color, smell and sound, which is full of water town characteristics. The color is like the green of beans and wheat, the light black of distant mountains, the bright moonlight, the red of fishing lights and the white of ships. Smells such as the "fragrance" of beans, wheat and aquatic plants; The sound is like the "gurgling" sound of a ship, the laughter of children, and the "swaying and melodious" sound of a flute. It is written simply, cleanly and vividly.

The author also uses various metaphors, personification and other techniques, such as expressing the speed of the ship and setting off the distant mountains. "The light black undulating mountains, like the passionate iron beast ridges, all run far to the stern"; The direct description of the ship, "the ship is like a big white fish carrying a group of children in the waves", turns static into dynamic, and enhances the effect of scenery description. In the suburbs of autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the orchard is full of fruits. When you walk into the big orchard in Muli, the first thing you see is the dazzling fresh fruit full of trees.

Look! The crowded grape clusters are purple, like Xinjiang girls dancing in purple robes; Passionate pomegranate opened its belly in order to applaud and shout for these Xinjiang girls; Mature apples can't wait to open the green leaves and show a sweet smile.

The fruit in the garden is both mouth-watering and dazzling. Suddenly, not far away, I saw an old man with a white beard, lying on the couch with his eyes narrowed leisurely, knocking on his hand, listening to Ma Jinfeng's aria on the radio, and looking at the kind and sweet face of the old man, he must be amazed at the singer's clear pronunciation and mellow voice! Throughout the year, white and sun, that eternal dripping, has become a magical note to awaken the vitality of nature, blessed to all things, to bring vitality to the world.

There is a smart drizzle in early spring: "The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass color is far from close", so the drizzle with light dust but not wet clothes gives birth to the grass color, which is as smooth as a picture. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", good rain is good rain! When everything needs her, she will float in the air, "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." It is a joyful spring rain character to choose a night that does not hinder people's work. After dusk, the vegetation grows longer and longer, all the way through the green hills, the clouds suddenly rise and the dragonfly tail is low. Summer rain brought an eye-catching "lotus cup exposed by the wind, durian washed by rain is redder". Looking from a distance, the village girl takes lotus as an umbrella, the shepherd boy walks around drunk, watching Changhong with a smile on his back, or an ink painting of farmers playing in the rain, which makes people linger; "Autumn rain shakes the dust, it is cool and clear in the summer, and it begins to clear up", and the autumn rain is getting cold and sighing, and the flowers are thin and yellow; Winter rain does not leave a name. "How many years of life, how to keep a winter, how to stop charming and break the east wind, how to compose a few azaleas in the rain" ... for reference only, choose by yourself.