Several seabirds are singing in the distance. The fisherman's song made me look up. The setting sun dyed the bloody sky red. Looking at Wujin Ferry in the distance, I saw a piece of kitchen smoke. I spoke first, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "We are all the same in this parting mood. Who hasn't left home to be an official? " . Actually, it's no big deal. Men aim in all directions. "The friend gently raised his head and bit his lip with his teeth, as if to say something, but then he buried his head heavily and grasped the burden more tightly with his hands.
I didn't know what to do then. After standing for a while, I gently held my friend's hand. He also raised his head gently, and I saw a tear on his face. His gaunt face was full of melancholy and disappointment. We looked at each other, and his eyes showed real feelings. It was a sad feeling, as if to express his heart: "I really don't want to be separated from you." I read his mind, smiled, held my friend's hand tightly and whispered, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor". This poem seemed to touch his heartstrings instantly, and a long-lost smile slowly appeared in front of my eyes, but it contained too much bitterness. I can clearly see the tears in my eyes.
I scolded in a humorous tone: "hey, we big men can't take wet towels at the fork in the road like boys and girls!" " My friend took a deep breath, his throat moved, and he just swallowed his tears. He said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm leaving, take care!" " "I gave him a smile, and he responded with a smile, beautiful and serene.
Suddenly, he took out my hand and grabbed the luggage, and reluctantly walked back to the ship that was about to leave. I smiled all the way.
The sound of seabirds in the distance is somewhat cheerful. The setting sun gently sprinkled on the body. Sunshine, warm and sweet ...
I want to rewrite it into a composition. I guess
I want to put my little hand,
Put it on the peach branch.
With a bunch of buds,
Holding thousands of rays of sunshine.
Yo, yo-
Sing the songs of spring.
I want to put my feet,
Put it at the root of the peach tree.
Go deep into the soil,
Capture the moisture and nutrition of the earth.
Stand up, stand up
Always stand up straight and defend your home.
I want to put my body,
Put it on the trunk of a peach tree.
Put on a dark brown coat,
There are countless branches sticking out.
Block, block-
Stop the storm.
I want to put my arm,
Into branches of willows.
With the call of spring breeze,
Bright green branches sway from side to side.
Shake, shake-
Tell the people in green that spring is coming.
3. Composition adapted from the classic fairy tale Snow White
Because of the jealousy of her stepmother, Snow White was imprisoned in a small palace when she was very young.
"Mirror mirror, tell me who is the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Queen, you are beautiful, but Snow White is a hundred times more beautiful than you."
Jealousy gnawed at the queen's heart like a poisonous snake. She ordered the hunter to take Snow White into the forest and kill her.
Thanks to the hunter's mercy, Snow White survived, but lived in exile.
Never mind, Snow White even has a little joy, which is much better than being imprisoned in the palace day after day. At least she is a free civilian rather than a noble prisoner. Since my stepmother imprisoned herself in the palace, she has never seen anyone except the maid. The queen doesn't want anyone to see the beauty of Snow White.
"Mirror mirror, tell me who is the most beautiful woman."
"Queen, you are beautiful, but Snow White in the forest is a hundred times more beautiful than you."
"Snow White? ! Isn't she dead? "
After living with the seven dwarfs for several years, an old woman knocked on Snow White's door.
"eat?" An apple, bright red, lured Snow White and tasted the invitation of death.
In the process of burying Snow White according to the ceremony, the dwarfs accidentally met the prince who came to hunt. The prince inadvertently saved the unconscious Snow White and fell in love with her.
"Today I will take you to the palace to meet my father, king and mother and tell them that I want to marry you." The prince excitedly took Snow White into the carriage.
"Dad, mom, this is the girl that children like. The child has decided to marry her after three months, hoping to get the blessing of mom and dad. "
It was quiet in the hall for a while, and almost even the air would freeze. Snow White looked up at the prince's mother and smiled.
"Queen, I'm back." She said.
4. After reading the article, rewrite the midline of the loving mother's hand and put on the clothes of the wandering children.
I'm afraid I'll be late when I leave. ..... Every time I read this little poem, there is always a surge of * * * in my heart, and there is always a feeling spreading.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home. "
I once painted a picture in my mind: a white-haired mother sewed her son's long dress stitch by stitch under a turbid oil lamp, and the tears that inadvertently rolled down merged into her deep love. That needle and thread, fine and dense sewing, weaved too many expectations and endless prayers for my son.
The expression of that special note is integrated with the deep feeling that is hard to give up! Mother, a simple title, just like the name of each of us, a title is just a noun. It records the whole course of our life and bears all the failures and glories on our life path! Mom, you are selfless and great! It was the hardship of your pregnancy in October that created the breath of our life; It is your gentle upbringing that makes us grow up healthily; It is your endless love spectrum that has written a touching chapter in the world.
When we were born, it was you, mother, who listened to our first gentle cry; When we inhale the first drop of milk, it still comes from your mother's body; When we were toddlers, it was you, mother's slender hand, who held my hand for the first time; When we first embarked on a long journey with heavy bags on our backs, it was your mother's face that we will never forget in the misty eyes. Mother, a title that has injected into my life, a call that will always accompany me ... I seldom watch TV, but I always write and draw in front of the computer, and all I write is plain and boring rude words for myself.
Last night, it suddenly occurred to me that when Mother's Day is coming, I will write something about my mother to express my gratitude and deep love for her. But when my fingertips touched the keyboard, I felt my words were so pale that I didn't know how to express my deep love and gratitude to my mother.
My mind is blank. Every time I click on the keyboard, some characters I don't recognize slip away. So, I turned off the monitor.
Turn on the long-lost TV. Unexpectedly, the legendary story of Jiangxi Satellite TV broadcast a story called "Hidden Wings".
I was deeply attracted by this story. The protagonist of the story is a girl named Lingling from Dalian, China.
Ten years ago, she suddenly suffered from renal failure, which she got at an early age. So fate is really unfair to her. I didn't expect more unfairness.
After a period of treatment, Xiao Lingling's condition has not improved, but has become more serious. Leading to a serious embarrassment in the family economy.
Looking at her daughter who was tortured by the disease, her mother was sad and worried. But at this time, when the child is struggling on the edge of life and death.
The father decided to give up the treatment for his daughter and proposed to divorce his mother. A strong mother looked at her indifferent father and agreed to divorce him without saying anything.
My father left with his share of the property, leaving the suffering mother and daughter to live alone ... The story here is really worrying, how the mother and daughter will live in the future. The future fate of this child deeply affects my heart.
I waited anxiously for the story to continue. Xiao Lingling's condition is getting worse and worse, and the only choice she finally faces is to change her kidney.
But kidney transplantation, this is no ordinary technology. Surgery costs100000 yuan.
This is an astronomical figure for a mother and daughter who can't even eat. Mother has no other way.
So I went to borrow money from my relatives, friends and classmates. The money that can be borrowed is too far from 10 million yuan. Having no choice, my mother decided to beg along the street.
In the face of her mother's actions, the young daughter could only watch helplessly and then shed tears silently. But asking for money can't solve this expensive operation.
In the end, my mother had to sell the only house that could provide shelter from the wind and rain. Although I have raised enough money for my daughter's surgery.
But since then, the mother and daughter have been homeless. I can only live without food and shelter.
My daughter's surgery is finally finished, and my mother is finally relieved. I believe that life will be better from now on. But the weather is unpredictable.
Xiao Lingling has a serious rejection and can only get in and out. She is incredibly fat. Doctors and mothers are extremely worried, but there is nothing they can do.
Later, the doctor told her mother that Xiao Lingling must insist on injecting an anti-rejection drug every day to maintain her life. This drug is very expensive and needs more than 10 thousand yuan in January. This is a bolt from the blue for my mother.
How to collect the medical expenses of more than 10 thousand a month? From then on, my mother began to pick up garbage and desperately charged her daughter for medicine. They sleep in the wind and eat leftovers thrown by others.
Life is very difficult, but my mother is optimistic and strong in front of her daughter ... Ten years later, her daughter grew up slowly under the irrigation of maternal love. Although she still can't live like other normal people, she is much healthier than before ... Later, the media learned the story of her mother and daughter, helped them and helped Lingling realize her dream of becoming a flight attendant! Looking at Lingling who is about to board the plane, she is flying in the blue sky with a big smile on her face. It brought me not only inner shock.
I was moved by my mother's selfless love and the warmth of the big family concerned by society. Mother, an ordinary title, has paid the greatest and most selfless love in the world.
It is she who holds up the child's life and gives it luster. Writer San Mao wrote in the article: "Every mother is a watchful angel, and every angel has a pair of beautiful wings. They love their children, and even if they cry, they will not lift their wings to wipe their tears. "
Yes! In ancient times, a mother gave her child to the devil in order not to let her child suffer on earth. Now, some mothers give up all happiness for their children. The measures are different, but they are all feelings. Is it touching? Mother is your selfless dedication, holding up the hope of your child's new life, your mountain of feelings creating your child's sea-like mind, and your unremitting care day and night, making your childhood dreams come true. Mom, your name is great, so you can.
5. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the beautiful scenery of "flowers in the water are interlaced and bamboo and cypress are hidden". The poet walked with me, spent a happy time with me and grew up with me! The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!
6. Rewriting Prose Thanks to Guan Ju (Rewriting Prose)
"Close the door, close the door. . . "
The familiar sound of waterfowl rings in my ears again. The rippling lake is more charming under the wind.
Just like her.
Beautiful face, graceful figure, stroking the water with the current, delicate hands in the evening. She is just the beauty I am looking for in my sleep. She is breathtaking in beauty.
Ironically, the first time I tried to get close to her, I was politely refused. I have always been confident, suddenly lost my direction, lost and confused, dissolved in wine and burned in my heart. For several nights, I couldn't sleep, and I only thought about her. But for the next few days, I was still afraid to say a word to her.
I wanted to leave, but I saw her again before I left. I still walked past the leek like a fairy, and I was still delicate. And I am not qualified to accompany her, but I want to leave this heartbreaking place alone. . Thought of here, a sadness welled up in my heart, untied the lyre tied behind me and sang a solo song "Beauty Pity". I want to vent my depression, but it's hard to restrain my admiration. At the end of the song, I sighed again I thought: it's time to go.
"That song is Beauty Pity?"
I looked up in surprise. It turned out that she didn't know when she had parked the boat beside me. I didn't know what to say at that time, and I was so surprised that I forgot to answer.
She looked at me with a smile. "Can you play another song, son?"
"Ask the girl for advice."
After more than ten days, every day at sunset, I would always sit by the lake and play for her as she walked past the leek, and she began to sing along with the melody. Waterbirds croak, water shepherd's purse shakes with the wind, and songs and songs echo on the lake. . I suddenly found this place more beautiful and hopeful than before.
But now, without her, the sunset looks so bleak.
Waterbirds are still flying low there, shepherd's purse is still swaying in the wind, and the lyre on my knee has not been played for a long time. I wonder if the melody it plays is still beautiful.
A gust of wind blew, and the love songs of the past sounded again, for her who had been circulated in leeks and for Iraqis far away. . ..
7. Rewrite the quarrel diary of grade three. I quarreled with Zhang Yubei today, not because she stole from our family, but because I was jealous of her. In the morning, Zhang Yubei and I sat together and practiced calligraphy. Suddenly, Zhang Yubei's elbow touched my ink bottle and poured ink on my paper. The paper was stained and the handwriting was not clear at all. I lost it and scolded her.
She just smiled and said, "I didn't mean to."
I'll believe her. But her smile made me very unhappy. I thought to myself, "Hum, what's the big deal about stealing from our family!" " So I want to burden her. After a while, I touched her ink bottle and stained her paper.
Zhang's face turned red with anger. "You did it on purpose!" I was just seen by my mother. Zhang quickly stopped talking, and her mother said, "I'll wait for you outside!" "I feel very uneasy, and all my anger has disappeared.
But she came to my house again and kept asking me for food. I ran out of food at home and bought another bag of food in the evening.
A day later, Zhang came to my house to play again. She kept asking me for food. I couldn't help it anymore and said, "Will you stop doing this?" Zhang lowered his head and said to me, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
8. Plum scissors were rewritten into a short article, and "Plum scissors". "Red lotus root fragrance can make jade disappear in autumn" is rewritten as Meiqie, and Li Qingzhao can make red lotus root fragrance disappear in jade in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
In early autumn, the original lush lotus pond has failed. Looking at the withered lotus leaf, she couldn't help thinking of the words when Xianggong left: "Aon, take care at home. I will write to you when I arrive in Beijing. "After such a long separation, autumn is getting colder and colder. Is he okay in the distance? Gently take off the cover skirt outside, pick up the petticoat and jump into the boat moored by the lake. It seems that I have returned to my girlhood and want to go boating to relieve my worries.
But the moonlight lit up the clouds in the sky, sprinkled a touch of worry on her, and made her worry about the "xianggong" of travel. What, the geese are here, and you haven't answered? A gust of wind blew off the petals of several chrysanthemums on the shore. Those chrysanthemums tremble alone in the wind, and the thin branches look like her at the moment.
She looked at the rippling lake and couldn't help sighing softly. Flowers are drifting, and I can't read the pain of lovesickness or the loneliness.
Autumn is in my heart, how can I get a sad word! Tears ran down her cheeks and wet the clothes in her arms. She sat quietly in the bow, although her eyebrows gradually stretched, but the lingering acacia in her heart always lingered.
Vaguely, she heard someone calling her from the shore, which sounded like a "xianggong" who had been away from home for a long time. She suddenly turned around, but the shore was empty. She grabbed her clothes and her tears became more turbulent.
Why is it that every time I hear you, every time I don't hear you? I don't know when the light rain came and hit the residual lotus. Now I can still hear it clearly on this quiet lake. This continuous sound, like a continuous bell, knocked on her heart one by one.