1. An essay about spring wine
Everyone has experienced many firsts in life, but the most unforgettable first time was a night walk road experience.
I remember it was just after dinner, my mother said to my father and me: "Let's go for a walk." "Okay!" I agreed immediately. "Well..." Dad was reluctant at first, but then he was dragged out by my mother and I.
While walking, my mother suddenly said to me: "Your father and I are going to the supermarket to buy some things. You should go back first. It's getting late and you have to go to school tomorrow." I was very unhappy. I was willing to go back alone, but what my mother said made sense. I had to go home alone.
Although this road is very close to home, there are no street lights on the road, it is dark everywhere, and there are very few pedestrians on the road. He said he was not afraid, not at all, but he felt uneasy in his heart. The further I walked, the more scared I became.
Suddenly, "woof woof woof..." Ah! There is a dog, and I saw the black shadow emerging from the ground, and it was a big dog! My heart was pounding, and I immediately squatted down and pretended to tie my shoes. After the man and the dog left, I dared to continue walking.
After walking for a while, I heard footsteps coming from behind again. When I looked back, it was okay not to look. But when I saw it, I was shocked. The man’s hand There seemed to be something like a brick in his chest, and his heart, which was still in his throat, was beating faster and faster, as if he was about to jump out. At this time, I wanted to squat down, but it was like someone was pulling me, and I couldn't squat down; I wanted to run, but my legs didn't obey me at all, and I could only stand there blankly, while the person came closer to me little by little. At this time. All that comes to my mind are bad guys, human traffickers, monsters, monsters, and the like. When that person passed by me, I found that he was looking at me with a very strange look. Suddenly, I realized that I was like a fool and said "?!" What he was holding in his hand was-a leather bag! Why! Scared me to death.
Finally I reached a place with lights. There were more and more people there, and my heart was no longer in my throat. "Don't move, raise your hands!" Ah! My heart returned to my throat again, and I looked back. Hey, it turned out to be my parents. I asked curiously: "Didn't you go shopping?" "Haha, we are training you on purpose. Courageous, cultivate your courage. "Oh, you almost scare me to death. It turns out that you are testing me."
Through this night walk, I learned that there are many things in the world. There are no monsters, as long as you have the courage, you can overcome any difficulty. 2. A 600-word imitation of Qi Jun's "Spring Wine"
Notes
Jiangyue Pavilion: a famous moon-viewing pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River in the Song Dynasty.
Longmen Pavilion: in Guangyuan, Sichuan.
Liangdang: refers to Liangdang County.
Late years: Late years, referring to old age.
Green Golden Lock: Green Golden Lock, a gun made of green bamboo; Golden Lock, golden armor, here refers to the author’s ideals and ambitions. Lu You has always wanted to drive the Central Plains with gold and iron horses, and leave a proud name in history. A prince, he was depressed all his life.
Chen committee: The committee of dust is turned upside down and abandoned in the dust.
General idea
I still remember taking a candlelit night out with my friends in front of Jiangyue Pavilion when I was a boy. I also recall hearing the melodious sound of pack horses at Longmen Pavilion when I was in my prime. After many twists and turns, I arrived at this ancient inn in the rocky mountains and slept in the isolated town of Liangdang. In my old age, I still thought about riding on horseback and conquering the Central Plains, but when I was young, how could I believe that I would till the end of my life? All my previous ambitions were abandoned in the vast dust. Now I can only shed a few sad tears in front of a dim oil lamp on a snowy night. 3. The format of imitating nostalgia - the content of spring wine
The New Year in rural areas is very long. After the Lantern Festival, the new year has not yet come to an end. There is also a program where every family is invited to drink spring wine, which once again caused excitement. In my opinion, the atmosphere is even more lively than the five days from the first to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. The reason is: During the New Year, attention is paid to welcoming gods and worshiping Buddha. Children are not allowed to play in the hall or kitchen for fear of bumping into each other and breaking the dishes. Especially since I am a girl, when steaming cakes, I am not allowed to put my feet on the edge of the stove hole, and I am not allowed to grab food casually, because many of them must be offered to the Buddha and ancestors first. You have to be especially careful when talking about work and ask for more luck, so I feel very restricted. After the Lantern Festival, the adults felt that we were all good and didn't cause any trouble. The offerings in front of the Buddhist hall and the shrine were piled up in a big vat, and they were all shared among us to eat. Especially when every household took turns inviting people to drink spring wine. As the representative of my mother, I always took the lead and showed up uninvited. My stomach was as bulging as a bee and I went home with a big bag in my hand.
But to be honest, my family eats a lot of food. I have even eaten the candied dates and chocolate candies sent from Peking. I am no longer curious about peanuts, longan, pine sugar, etc. So what is my favorite? It's Babao wine that my mother brewed on the winter solstice. When it's time to drink spring wine, she opens it for everyone to try. "Replenish qi, strengthen the spleen, and improve eyesight!" my mother always said proudly. She turned to me again and said, "But you can only lick the crack of your fingernails. Children will have nosebleeds if they drink too much. It's too much."
"Actually, before she finished speaking, I had already secretly put my finger into the cup several times, and I had already licked countless pieces of Babao wine between my nails.
Babao wine, as the name suggests. , is wine soaked in eight things, that is, black dates (I don’t know whether they are southern dates or northern dates), lychees, longans, almonds, tangerine peels, wolfberry seeds, barley rice, and two olives that need to be soaked for a month. The aroma of wine and medicine made me want to drink three large glasses of it in one go. My mother poured just a little bit into the bottom of a small wine glass. I held it and smelled it while walking around. Once, I accidentally fell when I was crossing the threshold. I stumbled, holding the cup in my hand, but the wine spilled on my clothes. When I was holding the little cat, it started to lick it, and after licking it, it turned out that my little cat was also a drunkard!
When I come back after drinking spring wine, my mother always smells my mouth and asks me how many glasses of wine I have had. I always say, "Just drink one glass, because there is no eight treasures in it and it is not sweet." "My mother was very happy after hearing this. She invited her neighbors to have spring wine, and she made sure to pour a cup of Babao wine for each of them. As for me, I just leaned in each person's arms, lit the wine with chopsticks, and licked it, and I was satisfied. .
In addition to spring wine, my family also has a special program, which is drinking wine. Whenever someone in the village is in urgent need of money, a meeting will be held to gather twelve people. During the first month, the leader of the meeting will always be invited. The eleven people drank spring wine to express their gratitude. The banquet must be in my big flower hall. Different from hot dishes), the banquet in the city is called "twelve dishes" (probably four cold dishes, four hot dishes, and four large bowls of stewed vegetables), which is the most exquisite banquet. Therefore, if the country people express their gratitude to others, , the spoken word is "I'll treat you to twelve dishes." Therefore, every year in the first month, after drinking the spring wine from the neighbors, I eagerly look forward to the twelve-plate banquet in the big flower hall.
My mother never went to meetings, but she was always willing to treat everyone in the flower hall to add some New Year joy. Uncle Abiao, the gardener, also obsessively polished the glass cover of the gas lamp until it sparkled. It was lit and hung in the middle of the flower hall, so that everyone could make fists and shout when they were drinking. As for me, I must be sitting next to the leader, so I could eat and drink. At this time, my mother would hold a bottle of her own brew. Babao wine was given to everyone to enjoy.
At the end of the party, everyone was given a printed handkerchief. My mother and I also got two, which made everyone very happy. After drinking the sweet Babao wine, they all asked my mother what kind of treasure was in it. My mother proudly said it over and over again, her cheeks red with joy, as if she had not even touched her lips.
Not only wine, my mother is diligent all year round, making new and unique things, always sharing them with others, but she rarely eats them herself. How much material should be put in, she always said with a smile: "It's about the touch, I don't have a certain amount. "But she still tells others carefully. It can be seen that she has a certain scale in mind in everything she does. She often says: "Shoes are different, clothes are different, so you have to pay attention to every measure. ”
This year, I followed the same example and made eight-treasure wine to serve as an offering to my ancestors. I poured a cup for my son and told him that it was a “separating wine”. After drinking it, he became one year older. He He said critically: "The wine you used is American wine, not the wine you made in your hometown when you were a child. "
One sentence reminded me that it is not the authentic hometown flavor after all. But where can I find the real home fermented grains? 4. The composition that imitates "Spring" should also write about spring< /p>
"Spring Tree"
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the spring rain is coming, the footsteps of spring are approaching
Everything seems to be boiling, screaming and blooming. The water has warmed up, the air has become sweeter, and the butterflies are dancing.
The willow trees have quietly changed into new clothes, and they are dotted with stars on the lakeside and in the garden. Go, there are a lot of them. Lean down, break two branches and stick them in the soil, take a few walks and take some photos.
Begonias, locust trees, and wisterias, you don’t let me, I don’t let you, are all vying to bloom. The pink ones are like rouge, the white ones are like snowflakes, and the purple ones are like gems. The air is filled with either light or rich fragrance. It's like the whole earth is scented. When I close my eyes, I can feel the petals brushing my cheeks, and the memory seems to stop there. Such a season of flowers, such a spring, is full of birds building nests among the branches. Some are singing among the leaves, some are flying in the blue sky, some are black, some are gray, some are colorful, they are as lively as if they are attending a spring banquet together, and they are in high spirits.
5. Write a composition imitating "Spring" (about 600 words)
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p>Looking forward, looking forward, the cicadas are far away, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling faces are blooming. The moon is getting clearer, and the sunset is getting warmer. Now, the smoke from the roof is dancing.
The leaves have quietly changed into new clothes, golden or red. In the orchard and in the forest, if you look around, you can see a large area full of them. Step on, lie down, pick two pieces as bookmarks, take two pieces as souvenirs, take a few walks, sweep a few piles of fallen leaves. The wind is rustling, and the leaves are rustling.
Peach trees, pear trees, Persimmon trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of fruits. They are pink like rouge, yellow like gold, and red like lanterns. The air is filled with the attractive aroma of the fruits; close your eyes , the mouth seemed to be full of the sweet juice of the fruit. Under the tree, the farmers were busy harvesting, and the cheerful laughter spread to the horizon. Chrysanthemums also came to join in the fun: those blooming in the fields, those growing in the gardens, Huge and petite, as if rushing to an autumn date, full of enthusiasm.
"Three autumn leaves fell off", good, like a big broom sweeping down the autumn leaves. The wind is full of It’s the smell of golden wheat waves, mixed with the smell of sweat, and the fragrance of various fruits, forming a harvest music. The wild geese are preparing to fly to the south for the winter. Sometimes they form a human figure in the sky, and sometimes they form a line. Flying over the mountains and over the water makes everyone who is preparing to go home think about it. The open space in front of and behind the house is also filled with golden stacks at this time.
Rain is It's a little cold, one autumn rain and another cold. Don't worry. Listen, it's like wind chimes, like beating a fou, like clapping hands, gently and quietly, playing a harmonious autumn movement. The leaves are getting brighter and yellower. Yellow, and the stream flows very happily. In the evening, cooking is done, and the smoke is curling up, and the good and tempting aroma of rice comes out, making people rushing home even more anxious. In the city, on the railway tracks, on the bus , there are countless people who are drowsy looking at the rain, and there are people walking alone on the road, holding umbrellas and wearing ponchos. Their houses, row upon row, are silent in the rain.
Autumn is like a postman delivering packages, bringing everyone a harvest gift. It is busy.
Autumn is like a middle-aged person, mature and steady, smiling and diligent.
Autumn is like a enlightened monk, with peaceful and gentle eyes and brows, leading us to appreciate the true meaning of life.