Composition read in 2008 1 About spring flowers in March, sun in June, fallen leaves in September and snowflakes in December.
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I miss flowers in spring.
The first sunshine of spring shines on the earth. Go out and get some fresh air. Look! Little winter jasmine, golden flower like little sun. I want to get wet with my clothes. Red apricots are inside and white inside. The middle is covered with yellow stamens, and the blue sky reminds people that "the spring garden can't be closed, and an apricot comes out of the wall." Wonderful! Other flowers are naturally not to be outdone. Red roses and gorgeous peonies are really beautiful.
I miss the bright sunshine in summer.
Every June, the fiery red sun roars the earth, and we enjoy running in the sun and enjoying the warmth of Xia Feng passing by. We sweat like rain, and the sunshine in the cracks of the trees shines on us, refuting it. Listen to the cicadas in the distance, close your eyes, feel the heartbeat of the earth seriously, and let time pass quietly this summer.
I miss the fallen leaves in autumn.
"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." The so-called "falling red" is the fallen leaves in autumn. The wind blew the leaves off and opened the curtain of autumn. This piece of "falling red" slowly falls with the autumn wind, making this originally cold autumn somewhat pleasant. "fallen leaves return to their roots." These fallen leaves will spend the last journey of their lives in the land, and then return all their nutrients to the trees. Nature, what a simple truth!
I miss the winter snow.
Snow falls, "a beautiful scenery in winter". Snowflakes are falling all over the sky, light and elegant, looking up at the sky really answered the sentence "catkins are due to the wind." beautiful Glittering snowflakes are flying in the air like elves.
The four seasons flow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Let's look forward to the next season while missing the last season.
In 2008, it has been 2 years and 30 years since I read my composition. As soon as the firecrackers were set off, everyone began to eat New Year's Eve. Our home is very lively, not only my home, but also my aunt's home for the New Year! The dishes on the dining table are very rich, including chicken, duck, fish, steaming, boiling, stewing and frying. All kinds of vegetables are placed neatly, chopsticks bowls are placed politely, cups are large and small, some pour wine and some pour juice. The rice cooker is on the side, steamed bread is out of the pot, and there are snacks such as rice cakes and cakes.
After dinner, the children set off fireworks and some adults played mahjong. Some watch the Spring Festival Evening; Some are chatting with melon seeds; My mother who drinks and entertains gives red envelopes to our brothers and sisters, and so does my grandmother. Streets and alleys, gunshots, red all over the street. Every household is scrambling to post Spring Festival couplets, and there are also blessings or door gods on the doors. Stick grilles or red paper on the window, children put on new clothes, 12 and then go to New Year to ask for red envelopes. In the distant night sky, the fireworks went out and the lights were brilliant. Lanterns are hung high, and every lamp should be turned on. There should be fruits and sugar on the table. When the guests came, the adults asked the children to make tea and pass the fruits. Common melons and fruits are peanuts, melon seeds, almonds or dried ginger, sweet potato strips, and sugar is toffee and chocolate. Sometimes, there will be tribute cakes or rice cakes and Ciba to eat.
12 o'clock 1 1 minutes later, come home in New Year. As soon as the bell rang, every family in the town set off firecrackers and fireworks together. The voice is loud and clear, meaning to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new. I don't eat jiaozi in my hometown, but we eat more rice cakes.
On the first day, people in our hometown will go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. This year, as usual, there are many people, but the strong flavor of the year will continue. ...
In 2008, I read essay 3 in a hurry, not only time, but also people's hearts. What has never changed is people's persistence and persistence in Chinese New Year reunion.
Some people say that when you get older, the taste of the year is weak ... In fact, everyone's inner expectations and longings for the New Year have never decreased, just because it means reunion, reunion, reunion and persistence.
Ordinary cars pass by on the road, and you may not know how many travelers are crowded inside. They huddle or live in a small corner, and their ugly appearance and numb arms have long been forgotten. At this time, they returned to China-that is, let them unload too many decent reasons! The road home is tortuous, but it is also wonderful; The horses and chariots are very tired, but they are also very happy. Passers-by have mixed feelings, but the heavy suitcase is full of ease and joy to go home.
Are you the student who has been separated from his family for a long time to study? Are you a partner who lives apart from your lover? Are you away from your children's parents for a living? Whether you are or not, it's the New Year. Go home!
Go home and listen to the heartbeat of your family. Reunion is still a permanent desire. In the lover's heart, fighting with you is the happiest thing he thinks; In the eyes of children, the premise of everything they think is to walk with their parents ...
Now I am fourteen years old. My sister, daughter and granddaughter are indispensable to this warm family. In the future, I will be a wife, daughter-in-law and mother, and become an indispensable part of another family. The only thing I can do now is to cook with my grandparents, prepare new year's goods with my parents, and clean up the housework with my brothers and sisters. Is to accompany everything at home wholeheartedly, not to be full of regrets and regrets in the passage of time.
On New Year's Eve, I only wish to be reunited. Even in the distance, my heart has returned to my hometown. Even if you are in a foreign country, remember that all the lights are for you and me.
Time flies, day and night fly, and in a blink of an eye, I am the big brother in grade six. And I will leave my alma mater soon after graduation. The memory of the first grade becomes blurred, which makes many beautiful things forgotten and many beautiful things come to mind. However, this is the only thing that I will never forget.
I remember being shy and crying in the first grade. I only know one friend at school, and I can't even remember the name of teacher Sun, let alone the name of my classmate. I have been forgotten in an obscure corner, just like a dispensable decoration. Finally, after an incident, I finally stopped being afraid and made friends with my classmates.
After we ushered in the winter vacation, the teacher said to me, "Chen Fuyuan, do you know why you can't make friends?" I blushed and said, "I don't have the courage." "no!" To tell the truth, "this is just one reason, and there is another important reason. You have too little knowledge to have a chance to chat with your friends. You should use this summer vacation to visit the West Lake in Hangzhou and increase your knowledge. "
I went home and said to my mother, "Mom, I want to go to the West Lake." Mother said, "Yes, I haven't been to the West Lake. Well, we'll go tomorrow. "
When I arrived at the West Lake, it began to rain in Mao Mao. I went boating on rainy days. I enjoyed the scenery I had never seen before. If nothing happens in the rain and fog, it is really "the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are rainy." The mountain peaks appear and disappear, like a dream. If it exists, it has obviously turned into fog with the fluttering veil. It's nothing to say, but it shows its face in the clouds, which makes me feel more cordial and different.
Gradually, I gradually increased my knowledge and my classmates were happy to make friends with me. I became atmospheric, no longer crying shy, no longer lonely, and gradually felt the warmth different from maternal love.
I am grateful to the West Lake, which broadens my knowledge. I am also grateful to my teacher, who makes me no longer lonely.
In 2008, I read the composition for five nights, and it came so fast; Silence, chasing so tightly; Love is forced to be very tired; Think about it-when the Mid-Autumn Festival is full, look up at the starry sky, and the surrounding stars are so beautiful and dazzling in the moonlight.
A breeze blew through your thoughts and took mine away. Every time I think of you, my mouth always rises unconsciously. I don't know why, but today I can't escape the torture of tears. Tears gushed from my eyes, like a flood that burst its banks. Drop by drop across the face, the red heat burned the face, leaving a distinctive mark. Just dripping, but it was stopped by the wind and swallowed up. Did your thoughts make the tears melt with the wind?
Why do I feel that the moon is cloudy and round tonight? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is full, but there are more things missing in my eyes than the full moon! I have infinite expectations for you. Maybe you are eating moon cakes, looking at the full moon and thinking of me. Maybe you are burning the midnight oil, putting an end to tomorrow and writing down your life ideal. Maybe you have put your dreams on your back, put your wings on, and work hard for your goals in your life journey-I hope you don't lose yourself in the colorful city.
The moon seems brighter and brighter, shining among the stars; Dazzling in the dark; Guide the way in your heart. Light the missing lanterns of Kongming, release the most beautiful blessings, and gradually rise to the truest friendship for you.
Night, slowly buried; Silence has quietly disappeared; Love fades away; Missing is still in my heart-it's the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, looking up at the sky, hoping that the full moon has helped me express my wish, and the missing breeze has been conveyed to me. May you spend the next Mid-Autumn Festival with me-my best friends!
In 2006, I read composition 6. In fact, I can have free time to play during a holiday, but my parents can't have free time at work. So you can't be too idle. Their work is related to me, and the atmosphere in the room can't be too different. Why should I be half idle and half busy?
But my work is too little to mention. After washing, you can't go out. I was at home on holiday that day and was sad for a long time.
From time to time as a doormat punching bag, can only endure. After all, they have too much work, and seeing me carefree will naturally arouse their anger.
In fact, I also feel quite wronged. After being wronged at home for so long, anger will vent to the outside. Then I took part in their criticism of my topic, and the debate began.
It is common to quarrel with them, sometimes before washing the dishes; Quarrel if the ground is not clean; I quarreled at dinner for some reason. I admit that sometimes I am too lazy. Sometimes I mop up, wash dishes and clean the table, and also wash socks and clean the kitchen table, but I can't even catch the word "good". I can't help but think of Wukong's raising horses, and even feel "sad and angry". Not yet, and it's not my turn to be angry. Because I am always at leisure, they can talk about how cold the booth is and how bad the business is at home, and then turn to my backache. I naturally have two roles of listener and doormat to cosplay, but I hope they forget what I have done and what I have suffered, because the room is still in an unbalanced state of "I am idle and you are busy". So I just hope that I can get less scolding and do more work so that they can have a rest after a tired day.
In 2007, I read composition 7, accompanied by cicadas and frogs, and I was quietly immersed in silence. I can't help but think of a few childish things, from near to far, from joy to sorrow.
Miss. Four years ago, I did something for a classmate with a broken foot. His name is Yu Xiang. I remember he and I were sworn enemies at that time. When we were deskmates, I complained that the teacher was too unreasonable. For half a semester, we were really "lovers-more than half a sentence". Once in physical education class, we chased each other on the playground. I don't know what happened. He was knocked to the ground by me, with a little skin on his face, but his feet could not move. He will be like a "burden" in the future, and the teacher will have to let me take care of him. That's it. A few weeks later. One day he was abnormal and gave me snacks. You know, it was enviable to send snacks at that time. I asked him, "What happened to you today?" He said, "After all you have done for me, can we be friends?" "Oh, my God! I have to listen to my teacher for all these things, and he ... "I opened my mouth in surprise. From then on, I regarded him as a good friend, not to mention a sworn enemy, and even stopped quarreling.
Miss. A season, I can't remember. We put on an unforgettable play. Our story was recorded on the seashells of Yanting Beach, and our laughter was still on the beach. Walking all the way, singing all the way, watching the scenery all the way. We had a discussion when we got there. Although I have been here many times, even if I don't have the passion to come here for the first time, it is the first time to come with my classmates, which adds some interest. Some students are walking on the waves arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, singing a song they just learned: "The evening breeze caresses Penghu Bay, and the waves chase the beach ..."
The diary has been turned over and over again, and the feelings of these six years are endless; I drew one picture after another, but I still couldn't draw the morning and evening experience that was close to parting. Don't look.
In 2008, I saw a dream and was aroused. In an instant, I took it back. I held a cushion against it in the morning and woke up in my dream. My countless thoughts seem to have returned to the hot summer and refreshing autumn in 2008.
How young I was then! There is no pressure of study, no burden of friendship ... how lovely I am, and what I say and do is so childlike. Everything you do is so childish.
This is the third year that I left Zhengzhou. Today, this afternoon, let me think about Zhengzhou again.
Time flies, everything three years ago is gone forever. However, although I can't go back to the past, warm memories still reverberate in my ears and fly around in front of my eyes.
Thinking of Zhengzhou again, thinking of the teacher's appearance, how lost I am, followed by sad thoughts and warm ripples three years ago. What about now? What about now? All the sad memories are gone, and what is ushered in is a blessing, a book of condolences and a warm message.
Reread Zhengzhou.
I thought about it and went back to that surprise night. I got a small note that day, and the vague handwriting was so clear in my eyes; But when I sent the first message to that number with trembling hands, my heart almost jumped with happiness; When the SMS prompt sounded, I read the words "Fine, grow taller" with tears in my eyes. The kind words of "thank you for remembering me" made time and space suddenly pull me back to that unforgettable past, and I seemed to be that little girl in grade three again.
Reread Zhengzhou.
In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, I smiled with a gift. It's a book sent by teacher Mao, Baby, can I hug you? . I know that although this gift is very light, it has entrusted Mr. Mao with a heavy friendship.
Reread Zhengzhou.
Miss this time, not as bitter as in the past, is sweet.
Let me revisit Zhengzhou in the afternoon.
Gently and beautifully.
In 2008, I read the composition for 9 years, which erased some previous memories. Those feelings can't be erased. Accompanied me for a long time on the road full of sunshine and fallen leaves. I skip to school with my schoolbag on my back every day. Now, scenes gradually emerge in my mind, and gradually blur in front of my eyes ... Yes, I miss that silly and innocent childhood, that ignorant youth, those teenagers who struggled with me, and the simple and innocent little happiness I spent with my classmates.
That kind of happiness will never be found again. Looking at the playground that used to be full of laughter and laughter, I can't help but recall my youthful childhood: physical education class chased after me on the playground, imitating "the war between the two armies" and "driving the train" with the whole class in the classroom, which made me sweat; Holding cameras at each other on the way after school, I showed the classic expressions of my classmates to everyone, which attracted laughter in the classroom. Smiling, we reached out and hooked our little fingers, shouting the slogan "Hook yourself, hang yourself for a hundred years" and let the smile float on our cheeks ... At that time, we were carefree and ignorant, wasting our time day by day, never thinking that one day we would be apart.
But now, where have all the "bosom friends" gone? Where's Intimacy? Who once stood under a tree and vowed to be friends forever? Who still remembers those "brave words" of that year? What I miss is telling everything. What I miss is dreaming together. Childhood, how wonderful-you can worry casually, you can have fun casually, you can take your mother to eat a lollipop on the street corner, and you can ride on your father's shoulder to see further. But I don't know when it will slip through my fingers
In the bleak autumn wind, I crossed the narrow street, and the mottled gate came into my eyes again, where my memories of primary school were kept. At that time, I always crossed it to go to school and left school until the last day of graduation. ?
Today, I bought a lot of snacks in the grocery store on the street.
Suddenly my stomach hurts like a knife in the middle of the night, which is very uncomfortable. So I ran to my mother, went to my mother's room, and found my parents asleep. I hesitated again: my parents were busy with corn flour during the day and were very tired. They just fell asleep. Should I disturb them now? However, my stomach hurts. What should I do?
"Zeng Huan, what's the matter?" Suddenly, I heard my mother calling me. Maybe when I came in just now, I accidentally made a noise and woke my mother. "Mom, I have a stomachache." I said. At this time, my father woke up, sat up, reached out and lifted my clothes and said with concern, "Where does it hurt?" I pointed to the belly button and said, "This hurts the most." Dad's big hand touched my navel, and I felt a heat flow all over my body, which made me feel much better. Dad said, "Maybe it's a stomach bug." My mother also reached out and touched my forehead and said, "My forehead is cold and hurts badly." Dad got out of bed at once and hurried to the living room. After a while, I heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and pouring water. Soon, my father brought water and medicine. After taking the medicine, I lay in bed. My mother touched my hair and whispered, "Did you sleep well with my mother tonight?" I nodded obediently.
Lying in bed. I turned to look at my parents, full of guilt: If I hadn't eaten indiscriminately today, I wouldn't have worried my parents so much tonight. Zeng Huan, remember junior high school, I can't do this anymore.
But how much love the grass has, holding three rays of spring! I can never repay my parents' love for me!
In, you were born in a scholarly family and lived a prosperous life. Your father, Li, loves literature and art and has a rich collection of books. Your mother is also good at writing.
How happy and free your girlhood was! "You don't have to drink after a deep sleep." Other ladies always stay at home with the door closed, but you can go out drinking without scruple. You can play happily regardless of time and live happily.
Your married life is so happy and romantic. You met and combined with Zhao Mingcheng, the son of the Prime Minister, through three sentences: "Keep company, get out of danger and pull weeds". You and Zhao Mingcheng both love epigraphy, and they both desperately collect cultural relics and calligraphy and painting. You all love literature and often drink and gamble on poetry together. At that time, you were "indifferent, the curtain rolled west, and people were thinner than yellow flowers" just because you missed it.
If you live in other times, you will always be happy, but you must live in the transitional period between the turbulent Southern Song Dynasty and the Northern Song Dynasty. After the shame of Jingkang, your family moved south, but this is not the biggest blow. Later, your husband died of illness and the collection was lost, so it was placed under the fence. Finally, you remarried, but the first night, your husband beat you up. You finally understand that he just wants your money, and you insisted on divorcing him, but you were sent to prison for three years.
Think about the rainy night that night, and then think about the slow song "Looking for, Lonely and Sad". You sit at the window, looking for some wonderful childhood memories, but you don't; I wanted to find some footage of gambling and drinking with my husband, but I didn't. The wind outside seems to be echoing and deserted. Wutong leaves make the sound of "sand, sand, sand", just like the laughter of ghosts. If you want to drink, three glasses and two light wines can't solve your sad heart. The chrysanthemum was washed away by the rain, but you dare not sit down again, for fear that you will think of the good life with your husband and the good memories of your childhood. Suddenly I heard the window ring, looked up and saw a deja vu wild goose, and sent a letter to your husband. Now no one sent a letter, but I missed it!
This worry, this worry, I want to say!
In 2008, the day before I went to Shanghai, I told myself that you would fall in love with her and this charming city.
The road to seclusion
Walking on the sidewalk by the roadside, you will find that the roads in the city are pulled one by one. From a height, the roads extending in all directions stand like cobwebs on the Huangpu River. Compared with the streets in other cities, the streets in Shanghai are narrower and longer. Don't worry about Shi Zhuan splashing mud, and don't worry about your skin. Dear girls, come on! Put down the umbrella in your hand, take off the earphone in your ear, close your eyes, and the melodious concert in the street coffee shop will slowly drift into your ears. The broken shadow of the sun will be reflected on your face, which is warm, and your man can't help but draw exquisite patterns on the ancient buildings that slip by the roadside from time to time. There is also the "World Architecture Expo Group" at the other end of the path, which is the elegance of the city's roadside. Regardless of the location, excitement and coldness, Shanghai is particularly quiet in the afternoon.
I fell in love with this quiet city.
A city with lights on all night-a big city with colorful nightlife.
As Zhou Xuan sang, Shanghai is a veritable city that never sleeps under the lights at night. The dim lights are connected together, which is a brilliant face in the river. There are white-collar workers carrying briefcases in a hurry, and there are old people walking with their children. We stand on tall buildings and overlook this magical city. There is also a salty sea breeze blowing, blowing the veil of Shanghai. She is not melodramatic at all, and is eager for tourists to show their prosperous side. Neon lights on high-rise buildings are like pearls left by fishermen on the river. The sacred flowers on Jinmao Tower are blooming, blooming in the air, and it seems that you can still smell the faint flowers. Different old buildings on the Bund have also been lit up, and as time goes by, they are still as bright as ever. At this time, every place in Shanghai is my yearning.
I fell in love with Shanghai, the city that never sleeps.
I will always remember her at night and think of this amorous feelings of Shanghai;
She will always appear in her pen, thinking about this lovely city;
Now, I want to wave to her and whisper:
Bye, wait for me!