In our ordinary daily life, everyone will be exposed to writing to some extent. Writing is a verbal activity that people express their ideas in written form. So, how to write a composition? The following is my carefully arranged Chinese composition from my side in walk on by. Welcome to learn from it. I hope it will help you. Chinese from my side walk on by composition 1
an autumn word, sang a new song of history; A loud struggle crossed the night and lingered in people's hearts for a long time. It is impossible to imagine what kind of historical background has created a woman like Li Qingzhao.
strange girl, whose life was sad, married the Zhao family at the age of sixteen, and all her relatives hoped that she would have a happy marriage. And things are unpredictable, and the husband's long-term appointment makes this water-like woman stay in the west window at night, looking for it, and living like a year. If Liu Ximei meets and twists, he can't help but feel "how sad a word is". It's hard to imagine what it's like to look forward to it day and night, tossing and turning, making such a picturesque woman as thin as yellow flowers. She struggled to get through, to get drunk, to get lost, to get through the increasingly addicted and depressed days. She struggles with time, and she changes her fresh and pleasant girlish tenderness day by day, and writes down the decline of the country with a sad and desolate style, giving out the feeling of being displaced and suffering, and when to rest; He struggled with the war, fought in the war-torn years, and got together with her long-lost husband. She skillfully collected the Records of the Stone and shed tears on the Jade Wash. After experiencing the sorrow of the country's ruin and death, she re-recognized herself. "Three cups and two cups of light wine", how can the wine be weak against the evening breeze, and did the slender fingers ever have "and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine" when abandoning the wine?
No matter whether it is a "woman in a mirror" or a talented woman, she has captured the word "woman" quickly and vividly, and the vicissitudes of history have witnessed Li Qingzhao's dream. A woman whose eternal lover is alone, a woman who is cold to the depths and has deeper feelings.
Thanks to the language, you walked by me inadvertently. In a casual look back, I got to know Yi 'an, appreciated Yi 'an, and learned about Yi 'an. In her miserable experience, I couldn't help but feel pity and wonder if the woman with a bumpy life had found her way home in that intoxicated old way. Chinese from my side walk on by composition 2
Chinese is Li Taibai's glass of wine; Chinese is Cao Xueqin's dream tears; Chinese is Lu Xun's cry of hesitation; Language is Guo Moruo's phoenix nirvana, and it is the scenery of the northland with thousands of miles of frozen snow in Wan Li; Chinese is Zhu Ziqing's gentle breeze and drizzle, and it is Lao She's clear and delicate in Jinan in winter ...
Chinese is a historian.
When I opened the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I saw the heroic spirit of the era when heroes were competing in the fierce battles in the Central Plains, as if I were in the battlefield of swords and swords, in the arena of Zhuge Liang's war of words and scholars, and in the fireworks that burned Chibi ... I lamented the heroic spirit of the ancients, and my heart was filled with nostalgia, which doubled my pride.
Chinese is a musician.
"There is a good harvest in the fragrance of rice, so listen to the frogs." She played a peasant harvest song with a brisk melody. She played the summer passion with melodious piano sound; Dispel the summer heat with mellow songs; With the ups and downs of singing, the heroic and hearty summer is set off, which makes my thoughts fly.
Chinese is a photographer.
"is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." She photographed the whiteness and vastness of winter with wonderful thoughts, and paid attention to the magnificence and romance of winter with her spiritual eyes. She used the lens to leave the eternal memory of winter and also photographed the rhythm of my heart.
Chinese is a painter.
The beautiful words in "Spring" make me feel like I'm in the arms of the colorful spring, playing with bees and butterflies with flowers.
When the last cloud is dotted in the air, when the last ray of afterglow disappears in the deep horizon, and when the last star illuminates the inky night sky, I find that you, Chinese, walked by me gently, sowing seeds of hope, taking root and sprouting in my heart, and blooming the most beautiful flowers in the world. Chinese has sung a new historical song from an autumn word written by walk on by beside me. A loud struggle crossed the night and lingered in people's hearts for a long time. It is impossible to imagine what kind of historical background has created a woman like Li Qingzhao.
strange girl, whose life was sad, married the Zhao family at the age of sixteen, and all her relatives hoped that she would have a happy marriage. And things are unpredictable, and the husband's long-term appointment makes this water-like woman stay in the west window at night, looking for it, and living like a year. If Liu Ximei meets and twists, he can't help but feel "how sad a word is". It's hard to imagine what it's like to look forward to it day and night, tossing and turning, making such a picturesque woman as thin as yellow flowers. She struggled to get through, to get drunk, to get lost, to get through the increasingly addicted and depressed days. She struggles with time, and she changes her fresh and pleasant girlish tenderness day by day, and writes down the decline of the country with a sad and desolate style, giving out the feeling of being displaced and suffering, and when to rest; She struggled with the war, fought in the war-torn years, and got together with her long-lost husband to cherish each other. She skillfully collected Records of the Stone and shed tears of Wash Jade. After experiencing the sorrow of the country's ruin and death, she re-recognized herself. "Three cups and two cups of light wine", how can the wine be weak against the evening breeze, and did the slender fingers ever have "and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine" when abandoning wine?
No matter whether it is a "woman in a mirror" or a talented woman, she has captured the word "woman" quickly and vividly, and the vicissitudes of history have witnessed Li Qingzhao's dream. A woman whose eternal lover is alone, a woman who is cold to the depths and is more passionate
Thanks to the language, you walked by me inadvertently. In a casual look back, I got to know Yi An, appreciated Yi An, and learned about Yi An. In her miserable experience, I couldn't help but feel pity and wonder if the woman with a bumpy life experience had been found on that intoxicated old way. Chinese from my side walk on by composition 4
Once upon a time, Chinese was walk on by from my side, so light that I couldn't feel him. Now, growing up, I can gradually feel his existence, although it is looming. From the moment I felt it, I paid attention to everything and tried to find something hidden inside. New discoveries every day make my life more fulfilling. Chinese, he benefited me a lot.
When I was a child, I once read a book about Edison. After a long time of research, he finally made a breakthrough in electric lamps. Later, in order to find a filament that can emit light for a long time, he conducted countless experiments. With his perseverance, he finally found a filament that can shine for a long time. So, I admire him very much and think he is very powerful. Afterwards, after understanding, I felt that I should learn from his spirit of persevering despite difficulties.
Later, before the exam, the teacher assigned a paper. The questions on it were all difficult, and we were all upset. "Bell ~ ~", the bell rang, and the students rushed out of the classroom with the ball. I wanted to finish the paper before going, but I really wanted to play ball, and the students were tempting me: "Let's go and play ball. The exam is tomorrow, so be happy now. " I think: it shouldn't be a big problem to do a few less questions. Besides, such a difficult question may not be tested tomorrow. When I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered Edison's story and thought I should stick to it, but I really wanted to play ... After a ideological struggle, I decided to finish the problem before going. So I calmed down again and recalled the questions I had done before ... All of a sudden, I felt a lot clearer and the questions were solved.
On the next day's exam, I took the difficult question on the test paper. Only a few students in the class could do it, so I got a high score.
Chinese, he brings me a lot of happiness, but if you want to learn it well, you should pay attention to everything, accumulate it everywhere and think seriously. Chinese from my side walk on by composition 5
Chinese is like a graceful girl, who walks lightly and swaying her graceful posture towards me. Accompanied by many years, she took my heart away with her unique charm and enriched my feelings.
Chinese is a painter.
"The birds are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the water on the bridge is flying red." She used soft brush and colorful flowers to render a picture of spring scenery. She depicts the lively vitality of Yingying, the quietness and simplicity of the small bridge, the clear gurgling of the flowing water and the smiling in spring. She makes my heart fly.
Chinese is a musician.
"It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." She played a symphony of summer rain with a brisk melody. She tells the hustle and bustle of summer with a gentle flute; Bring people beautiful enjoyment with melodious singing; She used the ups and downs of frogs to set off the summer heat; She used scratching raindrops to set off its heroism. She makes my thoughts fly.
Chinese is a poet.
"The green hills are faintly covered with water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn." She recited the loneliness of autumn with brilliant talents, talked about the details of autumn, and wrote bleak and sad poems. She melted my heart with the pen of clouds; She nourishes my feelings with flowing water.
Chinese is a photographer.
"a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow." She photographed the whiteness and vastness of winter with strange feelings and wonderful thoughts, and paid attention to the quiet and deserted winter with her spiritual eyes. She used the lens to leave eternal memories of winter, and also photographed the throb of my heart.
Chinese is accompanied all the year round.
Chinese, like a drizzle, moistens my heart and keeps my inspiration inexhaustible.
Chinese, like a sun, shines on my heart and makes my sky bright.
Chinese, like a breeze, cleanses my heart and makes my world pure and light.
Chinese, floating from my side walk on by ... Chinese from my side walk on by composition 6
A breeze blows, gently, you-Chinese, follow the wind and come to my side.
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Chinese is like a pure pearl. Looking for pearls will make my heart noble and pure.
Chinese is like a hard brick. Beating bricks and stones will make my heart go forward.
Chinese is like unknown sand. Gather sand into a tower, and my heart will become broad and broad.
thank you, Wen! You let me experience the distant beauty.
After reading Snow, I seem to enter the winter embrace of Lu Xun's "strong wind blowing snow in the air", and play with butterflies with wintersweet. "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Happy; Reading Ode to Thunder and Electricity, I seem to feel Guo Moruo's "wind! Roar, ray! Shine, electricity! Destroy, destroy, destroy everything that sleeps in the dark arms! " The thunder is as imposing as ever, listening to the thunder roar, sighing that the lightning is blazing and shocking; Reading Haiyan is like listening to Gorky's "Let the storm come more violently!" Brave, watching Haiyan soar, surprised Haiyan to fight the wind and waves, confidence doubled.
thank you, Wen! You made me realize the true meaning of life.
After reading "See you at the first dinner in Yangzhou", I got a taste of Liu Yuxi's broad-minded mind of "crossing Qian Fan on the side of sinking boat and Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree". Reading "Water Tune Songs", I appreciate Su Shi's good wishes of "I wish people a long life and a thousand miles of * * *"; After reading "Climbing to the Peak", I realized Wang Anshi's great responsibility of "being at the highest level without fear of floating clouds".
thank you, Wen! You let me know the morality of being a man.
After reading "Returning to the Garden", I know that Tao Yuanming's "clothes are not enough to cherish, but he does not want to violate his wishes"; Reading Wang Yue, I know Wang Wei's initiative of "once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky."; Reading "Crossing the Zero Ocean", I know Wen Tianxiang's "Who has never died in life since ancient times, keeping the heart of Dan and taking care of the history".
suddenly, there was a strong wind! Chinese has gone with the wind. Chinese has drifted away from the hearts of many students! Chinese from my side walk on by Composition 7
This is the only class that can be finished with mud and tears.
Chinese is my only partner since I was a child, because I am so lonely. It may also be because it has a mixture of thousands of storms and dust and sand, it understands human nature, and it is even more beautiful. Sometimes, I feel that the words in Chinese are colored. It is not just black and white. Reading this artistic conception in black and white often makes me marvel at the beauty and beauty of the words.
words bring me too many reverie.
for it, I sat alone in the corner of the classroom and enjoyed talking with it. So that people feel that I am alone, I am alone in the face of Chinese textbooks, and my heart is full of joy and emotion.
where can we talk about friendship with it? I remember a Chinese class: In rainy weather, the elderly teacher waved a ruler and described the general's wide-open glare with the sound of thunder and rain outside the window ... I passionately interpreted the desolation of some cultures in the dark corner of China's history, and my hair stood upright. When the teacher talked about the tragic words of cruel war and martyrs who died heroically, the elderly teacher took off her glasses and wiped her tears gently, and we students would also sob. At that time, maybe we were still young and didn't know what the national spirit and righteousness were, but we were driven by the teacher's agitation and indulged in the artistic conception of words. However, students are still students after all. As soon as the bell rings, they will run to the playground and roll with a ball, and they will have a good time.
However, there was no me in this group of playful students. I just squatted on the edge of the flower pond and watched the elderly teacher sitting on the cane chair basking in the sun, and sometimes looked kindly at the students chasing frolicking on the playground. Of course, her kind eyes also strafed at me, a student who was not happy. I looked at the elderly teacher, and the teacher looked deep into the distance, thus forming a wonderful triangle confrontation. This picture is so wonderful that I compare it to my monologue with Chinese in my childhood.
Chinese comes from my side in walk on by, but I can clearly hear the heaviness of a thousand years' sigh. Chinese from my side walk on by composition 8
Chinese from my side walk on by
Life
Haizi said, "Facing the sea, spring blossoms." This is a very beautiful and happy poem, but Haizi is gone, and he can't bear the weight of life. The imperial poet in Wong Kar-wai told us a truth with his life: the weight of life is unbearable, but we should stick to it. Haizi's death makes people sad and even more angry. "Facing the sea and blooming in spring" is the best attitude towards life.
Life
Xu Zhimo said, "I left gently, just as I came gently. I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. "
I often think that this is not my attitude towards life. Life should not be light, but heavy! We should step on every day with heavy steps, make full use of it to complete our work and fulfill our responsibilities. Moreover, when we "wave our sleeves", what we should do is not to "take away a cloud"