I remember when I was in the second grade, one day in our class in physical education class, my classmates and I were playing the game of catching chickens happily. Unfortunately, a senior student ran over and knocked me down at once. I hurt my knee, which made me cry, and my classmates gathered around when they heard the cry. Some classmates comforted me and said, "Liu Xin, don't cry. Let me rub it for you! " Some squatted down to help me blow the wound. What moved me most was Mr. Hou. She squatted in front of me and let me lie on my back. Then she stood up hard, carried me to the platform of the school with her young body, and let me sit there and rest. At this time, Wei Xinxin came running, brought me the anti-inflammatory drugs she should eat, helped me grind the anti-inflammatory drugs into powder and spread them on the wound. ...
Everyone says that friendship is precious, but in my opinion, friendship is not only precious, but also touching. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly and will never forget it.
My first book wrote a 300-word essay from Joe's point of view. "Mom, I beg you, please let me go to school." He knelt before his mother and cried. He looked at her, his eyes full of expectation and longing. "Yuan Zhen, it's not that mom won't let you go to school, but that mom really doesn't have the money to let you go to school." Mother pulled Yuan Zhen up and said sadly, "It doesn't matter if we don't go to school, you know?" Say that finish in her arms twitching yuanzhen.
The little boy's name is Joe, and his family is too poor to buy a book. His mother knits sandals at home and sells them outside every day, and she can't sell a few pairs a day. His father, Qiao Hai, went home from Jingle County for a period of time every two or three years, and then went to the ravine of Jingle County to work as a teacher there, and didn't earn much money. Yuan Zhen has a good friend named Shi in the same village. His family is rich and has many books. When he is free, Yuan Zhen goes to his home to study with him. Although she doesn't understand, she finds it interesting.
That year, Feng Baicheng built a school in the village. Yuan Zhen really wants to go to school. Two children in the village signed up, one named Shi and the other named Erhuangmao. Knowing that his family was poor, he didn't mention it to his mother. But every day, he would go to the school window behind his mother's back to listen to the teacher's lecture secretly, and then secretly run back. In this way, a few months later, two students in the bookstore took a leave of absence and waited until the second semester to come to school. In fact, in this semester, Yuan Zhen's mother already knew that Yuan Zhen secretly went to class every day and knew that he really wanted to go to school. On the day of the second semester, Yuan Zhen's mother got up early in the morning, killed the only chicken in the family and brought some eggs. Then wake Yuan Zhen and take him to Feng Baicheng's house. Put the chicken and eggs in his hand and beg him: "teacher, our family has no money, only this chicken and a few eggs, even if it is the tuition of our family, let him go to school!" " After many requests, Feng Baicheng agreed to let Yuan Zhen go to school.
When school started, the teacher asked everyone to buy a Mandarin textbook. The other two students bought textbooks, but Yuan Zhen didn't. He didn't tell his mother to buy textbooks. He has no money of his own, so he has to go to school empty-handed. His good friend Shi saw that he had no money to buy books, so he memorized the whole book and then tore half of his own book to him. At that time, when Yuan Zhen received half a book, his hands trembled and tears fell. He has a book, and he relies on it in class. He listens to the teacher carefully every day and reviews at home every day when he comes back. The teacher also praised him for his cleverness. A semester passed like this. At the end of the term, he got the first place in the exam. Although he didn't know it, Shi came to him because he wrote the wrong name.
He ran home with his report card, skipping all the way, very happy. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted, "Mom, I'm back. I got the first place in my class. " His mother came out of the room, looked at Yuan Zhen's report card, smiled and stroked his head and said, "Our family is really good!" " "Then he suddenly squatted down, touched Yuan Zhen's face and said," Yuan Zhen, you know, we are very poor. So mom has no money for you to go to school, so we won't go to school. " The smile on Yuan Zhen's face suddenly disappeared and was completely covered by surprise. In an instant, his tears overflowed his eyes and flowed down like a waterfall. "Mom, I beg you, please let me go to school. "He knelt in front of his mother and cried. He looked at her, his eyes full of expectation and longing. "Yuan Zhen, not mom won't let you go to school, but mom really doesn't have the money to let you go to school. "Mother pulled Yuan Zhen up and said sadly," It doesn't matter if we don't go to school, you know? " Say that finish in her arms twitching yuanzhen.
In this way, Yuan Zhen didn't go to school now, and he didn't get the book now. He was accompanied by only a complete Mandarin textbook, which was supplemented by Shi's father. He carried a small basket on his arm every day and sold cigarettes, peanuts, matches and other small things in several nearby villages until his death.
3. Imitate the brush Li and write the brush from Cao's point of view. The people on Li's wharf are all positive.
Craftsmen rely on their hands to have unique skills. Have unique skills, eat meat, light cigarettes, and stand in the middle of the street; Incompetent, vegetarian, depressed, stand aside.
Who didn't make this set? It's a living method on the dock. The attention of singing a big drama broke into Tianjin pier.
Tianjin people are fascinated by and understand opera, with sharp eyes and sharp ears. The play was well sung and the audience applauded. Like meeting the emperor, many famous actors sang red and purple in Tianjin. But if it's normal, there's nowhere to go, and singing will be ruined. There must be a pee at the bottom, the tea bowl will not be thrown up, and the tea leaves should be covered with robes and beards.
There is no better place to see a play than Tianjin. Don't say bad, but also cultivate a lot of capable people.
In all walks of life, there are several living immortals who are good at keeping the sky. Brick carving Liu, clay figurine Zhang, kite Wei, machine king, brush Li, etc.
Tianjin people like to associate the surnames of such people with the businesses they are good at. The name is long, but no one knows it.
This is the only nickname, loud and clear on the dock. Brush Li is a master of a construction factory on Hebei Avenue.
Just draw one line and do nothing else. If he draws a room for you, don't leave it in the room. Sitting alone will be as beautiful as ascending to heaven.
The most amazing thing is that he will wear a black suit when brushing the pulp, and there will be no white spots on his body after finishing the work. Do not believe! He also made a rule for himself that as long as there are white spots on his body, white brushes don't cost money.
If he doesn't have this ability, won't he be hungry all the time? But this is a legend. People don't believe everything
Those who have never seen it don't believe it, and the industry is angry and doesn't believe it. One day this year, Li accepted an apprentice named Cao.
At the beginning, an apprentice always served tea, lit cigarettes and followed * * * with something on his back. Of course, I have long heard of Master Cao's unique skills, and I have always been dubious. This time, he must see for himself.
On that day, I went out to work with my master for the first time and went to Workshop South Road in British Concession to brush mud for Li Xinjian's villa. When I got there, I chatted with the person in charge and realized that the master was full of demeanor.
According to his rules, only one room can be painted a day. This building is the size of nine rooms, and it takes nine days to paint.
Before going to work, he opened a small square bag with him. Sure enough, he was wearing black trousers and a pair of black shoes. Put on this black, and you will compete with a bucket of white pulp on the ground.
A room, a roof, four walls, first paint the roof and then paint the walls. It's particularly difficult to brush. Who can't drop a drop when the brush dipped in thin powder slurry goes up at once? If you drop it, it will definitely fall on you.
You can brush the plum in one fell swoop, just like you didn't dip it in the pulp. But when the brush crosses the roof, it is even and solid, white, bright and refreshing.
Some people say that this dipping technology is very clever, and some people say that the ingredients for sizing have a secret recipe. Where did Cao Can San Xiao tell you? I saw the master's arm swinging leisurely, swinging leisurely, and a good game was accompanied by drums and piano sounds. Every time you wave the brush, the long brush with pulp makes a clicking sound on the wall, which is very nice.
In the crackling sound, the walls are seamlessly connected, and the wall brushed in the past really seems to open a white barrier. However, Cao is most concerned about whether there are white spots on the brush.
Li shuagong has a rule. After painting a wall, you should sit on the stool for a while, smoke a pack of cigarettes, drink a bowl of tea, and then paint the next wall.
At this moment, Cao took advantage of the opportunity to pour water and light a cigarette for the master, and carefully searched the whole body of brush Li with his eyes. After painting every wall, he searched again.
I cann't believe I didn't even find a sesame-sized powder spot. He really feels that this black dress has a sacred majesty.
However, when Li sat down after painting the last wall and Cao lit his cigarette, he saw a white spot on his trousers, the size of a soybean. Black in white is more striking than white in black.
It's over! Master revealed that he was not a fairy, and the mountain-like image in the past collapsed. But he was afraid of the embarrassment of Master, and he dared not say or look at it, but he couldn't help but look at it.
At this time, Li, who was brushing, suddenly said to him, "Little Three, have you seen the white spots on my pants?" . You think the master's ability is fake and his reputation is deceptive, right?
Silly boy, take a closer look-"said Li Shuashua, gently lifting his pants with his fingers. The white spot disappeared immediately. As soon as he let go, the white spot appeared again. Strange! He put his face together and looked at it again. That white spot turned out to be a small hole! I accidentally caught fire while smoking just now. The white underwear inside comes out of the small hole and looks exactly like the white spots falling from the starch paste! Brush Li looked at Cao with a puzzled look and smiled: "Learn your skills well! "Cao to start on the first day, I'm afraid others may not understand for a lifetime.
4. Write an article from the perspective of a duck to see the growth process of Du Xiaokang. The description of ducks occupies a certain space in the novel.
Ducks March towards reeds, occasionally "calling toward the sky", and the world is empty, which sounds lonely to Du Xiaokang; At night, the ducks "surround their master's boat", often checking to see if the master is on the boat, and then sleeping peacefully. The duck's fear caused the hero's panic; The duck "feels like a homeless wanderer" is a portrayal of the protagonist's psychology.
Ducks grow bigger and bigger. "Du Xiaokang is doomed to suffer here. It is these fat ducks that he and his father take good care of.
It can be said that ducks are the help of Du Xiaokang's growth. When the storm came, Du Xiaokang bravely chased the ducks. He has withstood "hardships", "grown up" and "strengthened".
Ducks grow up and become real ducks. Ducks and Du Xiaokang both experienced their own growth and became strong in the sunshine of life.
5. Write an essay about missing from a white perspective. Missing is also a kind of taste, like thunder suddenly sounded in summer, which is always unforgettable for a long time.
I don't know when, whether it is this summer, I began to learn to move forward on the road of thinking of you. The feeling of missing is better than the scorching sun in summer, but I still miss you and miss you.
Miss you again, when Mianyang can see the sea. I hope I can run in the world of cotton with you. But you still have to leave. Standing in the world of water on the roof, I want the water drops that miss you to be transported to your arms with the rainstorm.
Why do you always start to miss the topic this summer? Since I had the first gardenia, I missed it. Miss you without sweet words but with infinite tenderness, miss you brighter than the sun, miss you moving when you turn around. . That's it. I miss you again this summer.
Before I could say, you have packed your bags and are ready to leave. How to raise it? Tanabata has quietly approached and will send you away with a smile. I just missed the topic and had to continue.
The taste of missing is as unforgettable as this summer. Miss the time when the crew worked hard together, miss the filming, miss the waiting together, miss seeing each other off, miss singing on the lawn together, miss the hot time like this summer. . . .
Missing is sometimes a person's business, and a person thinks about the past and the future stupidly. I miss you once, you are getting farther and farther, and you are not far away.
In this summer, please allow me to miss you with the taste of summer. . Missing you is as deep in my heart as the smell of summer. . .
Time is the mark of the sky, keeping the memory of the years. Time is like candy, give me a sweet taste!
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a senior one. But I can't bear my primary school life!
When I was lonely and bored, I couldn't help thinking of Class 6 (2), who accompanied me through six years of ups and downs. They give me happiness when I am lonely and comfort me when I am sad. I miss them now. Although we are studying together in the same school now, it is not easy to meet them because there are many things in junior high school.
Time may be like boiled water, which can dilute everything, but it can't dilute my thoughts of my classmates and friends. I often pick up yearbooks and read what they write for me. Seeing what girls write to me, there will be an indescribable sweetness in my heart; However, when I saw their boys, I was angry and wanted to laugh! After reading the yearbook, I seem to miss them more!
6. From the perspective of Du Xiaokang in Lonely Journey, there are many touching stories in the life of the essay "Moved by Yourself". For example, a five or six-year-old boy used foot washing water to wash his mother's feet; A poor student finished his studies and went to school with his sick father on his back ... I have seen such an example, let me tell you about it!
That time, I walked alone in the park. After a while, it began to rain lightly. I hurried to the gazebo to shelter from the rain and waited anxiously for my family to pick me up. I looked around and saw an old man and an old woman holding umbrellas, doing things by the pillars of the park. I thought they had come to put up an advertisement and ran over, but things surprised me. It turned out that they didn't come to post advertisements at all, but took small pieces and scraped off the stains left by the advertisements. I asked, "Grandma, what are you doing? When she saw me, she said, "We are scraping off the stains to make the park more beautiful." "So how long have you been working?" "We didn't do this until we retired." After she finished, she continued to blow. I stared at the two old people. After a long time, they are leaving. I froze, because my grandparents are hunchbacks! I didn't wake up until they disappeared from my sight. ...
This incident also inspired me: this home is our home, and protecting it is our responsibility from generation to generation!
7. For example, Du Xiaokang wrote a 900-word letter to his father Du Yonghe. Dear Dad:
Hello!
Over the years, your meticulous care for me has always impressed me. Whenever it snows, you come to pick me up. When we run out of cookies at home, you always take me to the supermarket to choose some cookies and snacks I like. So, in my heart, you are the best father in the world.
I remember once, the school was going to hold a speech contest, and I didn't want to participate. But you said, go ahead, what a good opportunity, that is, you can exercise your eloquence and try your courage. I don't know if I want to go, but at your instigation, I finally chose to attend. In a few days, I will choose materials at home, but I can't find a good speech at all. You gave it a try and found many good speeches in less than five minutes. Next, I have to recite all the words on this paper, but I can't recite anything. Please help me. You pick up my manuscript and let me recite it first. I'm not very skilled. You just said a sentence, let me imagine the picture of this sentence in my mind. I memorized this passage as I thought. Then, in places that I can hardly remember, I will do as you taught me. Sure enough, the effect is much better than before. A few days later, the school's first speech contest began, and I stood on the podium. Although my speech skills are not very good, I am still on the stage as if there is no one below. I made a foolproof speech as cool as a cucumber. Finally, I didn't live up to my father's hope. I won the second prize.
Dad, maybe you have forgotten these ordinary things long ago, but they are in my heart, but they are engraved in my heart forever like stones. Through this incident, I finally felt the parents' feelings about their children's hope for success, and finally felt the deep affection of the "wandering son". I feel so much that nothing can compare.
Dad, if you are the sun, then I am the earth, the earth full of hope; If you have abundant water resources, then I am a flower, the greatest flower in the future of the motherland ... Here, I dedicate a poem to you:
Parents love us the most in the world.
Parents' love is a comfortable boat, carrying us to a warm harbor. It is the love of parents that breeds our life.
Parents' love is a small umbrella, which gives us a clear sky without rain;
The love of parents is a bright light in the middle of the night, which gives us a bright future.
Our parents' AIDS helped us grow up.
At this moment, we have a deep feeling in our hearts; At this moment, we have a thousand words to say to you: "Mom and Dad, we love you." It's late at night, so I won't write.
Wish you all the best.
8. Imitate and Zhu wrote fragments of Jinan's landscape and wrote "Different Water". First, grasp its "light green" characteristics and write its crystal-clear static beauty: this water seems to be transparent, which can be seen at a glance, even the fish swimming around and the fine stones at the bottom can be seen at a glance. Then, through exaggerated metaphor, the dynamic beauty of its fast-flowing fierce wave is outlined: this water is sometimes fast-flowing, and it is breathtaking. In this way, there is movement in silence, and the combination of movement and static shows the beautiful and spectacular beauty of Fuchun River, highlighting the word "different".
Write "Qifeng". First of all, from the point of view of form, the strangeness of writing the mountain itself lies in "competing against the potential" and "competing for height" Yamamoto is still the same, but in the author's pen, it seems to have endless vitality to make progress. They seem to have left the earth and headed straight for the sky. If they want to go up, they will become "Thousand Peaks". Secondly, from the perspective of sound, write the wonder of empty mountains and the sound of nature. In the empty valley and deep mountains, springs tinkle, birds sing cicadas and apes cry. These cheerful voices converge into an ode to life, turning this silent valley into a vivid, harmonious, joyful and meticulous world. There are these lives in the mountains, and these lives give this mountain unlimited vitality. Thirdly, from the perspective of color, write the wonders of the sun in the mountains. Although it is sunny outside the mountain, it is a different scene inside. The author's brushwork changed from dynamic to static, and wrote a gloomy picture of the valley with dense branches and leaves and shaded by thick shade, and only "sometimes seeing the sun" during the day. In this passage, the color of the mountain voice is closely related to the word "strange".
Grasping the characteristics of this mountain and water, the author skillfully combines motion and stillness, sound and color, light and shadow, and paints a vibrant landscape for readers, so that readers can fully appreciate the "beauty of mountains and rivers" on both sides of Fuchun River.
9. Write a composition of missing from a white perspective, which makes the poet sigh about his hometown, makes the poetess thinner than Huang Hua, makes Mr. Momo fall into the state of mind of "missing someone every time", makes Mr. Taibai fall into the melancholy of standing on the jade steps and sighing that the roadside pavilion will return, makes the frontier poet look at his hometown with double sleeves, and makes the patriotic poet dream of glacier.
-remembering is painful. Missing is the east fence in Li Qingzhao's Courtyard: "At dusk, the wine is fragrant and the west wind is draped, so you know that people are thinner than yellow flowers." ; The young lady is the wine in Li Bai's hand: "I was invited to raise a glass in the courtyard under the moon, and there were three people in the courtyard." ; What I miss is Tao Yuanming's building a house on earth: "Nanshan grows beans quickly and wantonly, and Dongli picks chrysanthemums leisurely,"; Missing is the window in front of Li Shangyin's door: "Why cut the candle in the west window, but talk about the late rain?" ; Miss Su Shi as a beautiful girl on his head: "Rain or shine is always the moon, and all emotions are human." ; Missing is a letter from Du Fu: "In March of the war, a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold".
Even if missing is painful, it is not happiness after pain. In Li Qingzhao's eyes, the pain is temporary. Although the courtyard has long been ruined, as long as the branches are still there and the spring breeze is still blowing, the courtyard will still be full of flowers.
In Li Bai's eyes, although he is far away from his hometown, taking the sky as a tile and the earth as a seat, comparing the moon to his relatives, and till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drinking together, isn't it also a kind of happiness of his open-minded mind? In Tao Yuanming's eyes, although he misses his hometown, he plays happily between mountains and rivers with mountains as his friends and water as his companions every day. Isn't this the embodiment of happiness? In Li Shangyin's eyes, he is far away from his wife and children and extremely depressed, but he is extremely happy at the thought of talking with his wife and children by candlelight in the near future. Missing is an important part of life, because with missing, people will have hope, ideals and ambitions. Therefore, missing is like a storm, and after the storm, you will see a rainbow.
The other is the autumn wind and the bleak autumn rain, and I am looking for it alone. I saw the autumn wind rustling and the dead leaves flying, and they fell silently into the rain and fog like flying souls, under the tree of life; The continuous autumn rain opened my melancholy thoughts and pounded my heart, but it touched me gently and made me so sad.
How can you forget that it was also a rainy autumn, and you embarked on a muddy road of no return, as misty and silent as autumn rain. That autumn brought me rain and fog that I couldn't pull out
How many times have I seen your kindness in my dreams, and how many times have you drifted away. So I miss the two autumn rains that accompanied me, and I woke up in tears.
I slowly followed the crying team to see you off. I know you will be pitied. You should care about my life: make clothes for me and study with me; What you are most worried about is my mother, your only daughter.
Stepping on the muddy road, the pure scholar appeared, and there will be a new grave to bury my favorite person. Do you like this land? It can make you quiet and keep you away from fatigue and illness.
But I know you will be afraid and lonely. Before, you couldn't sleep. I always talk to you until dawn, but then what? Flying shovel and loess seem to have buried my heart. I feel so miserable that I can't describe it as heartbreaking and wanting to drop blood.
Kneeling in front of your grave, watching the paper money flying and burning, swirling and hesitating to float into the distance. At this time, I only hope that wind energy will bring you paper money.
The wind is stronger, and the small trees in the grave are bent, mixed with the sound of "whoops". However, the rain stopped and I stayed with my mother. We didn't leave.
We are silent to each other, but we are quietly asking, "Are you in heaven?" Two years have passed, but two years have deepened my nostalgia. Every time it rains, I think: I miss the pocket money you gave me, your face, your white hair, your hands and the one you put there.