Due to the coming of the final exam, the study pressure has also increased, so I have been particularly bored recently and my heart is always impetuous. Sitting next to the TV, holding the remote control, from the first stop to the last stop, and then from the last stop to the first stop, why do TV stations play some youth idol dramas or some entertainment programs that make little girls cry all day? It's really boring So I put down the remote control and went into the room to read. What kind of society is it now? Why do you write some love novels in your current book? Won't you write some books that urge teenagers to study hard and be proactive? Then I dropped the book and fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep again and again. My mother came in and said seriously, "I'm in a bad mood." Go out for a walk, feel the surrounding environment and relax. " I walked slowly by the moat, and at night I was heavily pressed on the treetops and streetlights, like a big bed with a black quilt falling from the sky. Accompanying me are only sleeping trees, salty wind, glassy grass leaves, moist earthy breath and air full of flowers. . .. and the flashing river belt, the mist on the shore, the crimson or light blue morning glory, the dense laurel treetops, and the silence as thin as eggshells. Walking in this quiet city, I also felt a little calm in my heart.
Walking in Xiangfan, just like Yasunari Kawabata found that he couldn't sleep at night, I found that Xiangfan is actually a beautiful and quiet city. The moon hangs high in the sky, shedding a waterfall-like silver light, and the endless willow trees set each other off and cover the whole moat like waves. Wicker gently swaying in the breeze, playfully swinging on the calm river, rippling on the lake, like a golden collar against the bright moonlight and faint moonlight. Walking along the moat, this scene looks a bit like Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Pool, and the restless heart feels very quiet.
Go to the edge of the lawn and squat down. Dewdrops are hung on the top of the grass, and some dewdrops are embedded in the gaps of Ye Er, which looks like pearls under the light. Step on the lawn gently and quickly, I'm afraid of hurting them. Standing under the city wall, touching the brick that has been blackened and shelled after years of wind and sun, "Maybe this brick is stained with the blood of a hero, maybe that brick has been touched by a brave general, maybe. . "I thought quietly. A large area of moss has grown on the city wall. Although they look quiet, their existence brings fresh vitality to the ancient city walls.
Walking quietly in a quiet city, I came to the end of the river unconsciously, and my heart was full of peace. The city is quiet and silent, like a huge sponge, which absorbs all the noise and even the impetuousness in my heart and calms my heart.
Go home with a quiet heart, feel the fresh air, relax, and fall asleep sweetly in bed.
2. imitate a 600-word walking composition in the first day of junior high school to see the big picture. My family has a habit of going for a walk and talking on Friday night.
After a week of intense study and life, it is very wise to go out for a walk, which makes me feel completely relaxed and don't think about anything. But walking time is like sand. The tighter you hold on to it, the faster it will flow and soon it will pass. Quietly, quietly, it only left a trace of sadness in my heart. I can't help sighing in my heart: how time flies.
Now I go out for a walk, but my laughter is mixed with seriousness and sadness. A serious problem lies ahead, and that is my future. Sad just because time flies and my parents are getting older. I can never ride on my father's shoulders again and I will never go back there.
The first grade imitates a 600-word walking composition. We do our homework at home: me, my mother, my wife and son.
Mom doesn't want to accompany us to do our homework. She is old and her brain is not working well. If she uses it for a while, she will feel tired. I said, because of this, I want to do more homework for my son. Mother nodded convincingly and went to get the pen. She listens to me now, just as I listened to her when I was a child. I will do my homework as soon as she calls me.
The lights are dim. The power supply bureau can't supply so much electricity this year. Some children have to do their homework, but the power supply bureau still supplies electricity after all. My mother finally found a reason not to accompany her son to do his homework.
The homework in this school has opened our minds: some are multiple-choice questions, some are fill-in-the-blank questions; There are many papers; The answers are short. All this reminds people of one thing-plagiarism by answer.
My mother and I do it faster, but my wife and son do it slower. The little guy suddenly cried. "People with high IQ are in front and people with low IQ are behind." We all laughed.
Later, there were differences: the mother had to make a judgment question, and the judgment question was right; My son is going to do multiple choice questions, which is interesting. However, everything depends on me. My mother is old and has long been used to listening to her son with a big brain hole; My son is still young and is used to listening to his father with high IQ. What about my wife? In my old school, she always borrowed my answers to copy. For an instant, I felt a great responsibility. I tried to kill two birds with one stone, but I couldn't find it; I want to do my homework separately, and suddenly I feel that this is very unkind. I decided to wronged my son because I had to do more homework with him. I said, "Judge."
But the mother touched her grandson's little brain and changed her mind: "Let's do multiple-choice questions." She looked at the multiple-choice questions: the four options of ABCD, the question of cheating, and the question of thinking in the last 26 languages. "If I can't do it, you can help me." Mom said to me.
In this way, we attacked those multiple-choice questions in the dim light. In one place, I picked up the pen in my mother's hand, and my wife squatted down and picked up the pen in my son's hand. Although I am a little old, but I have a high IQ, it is naturally easy to do such a problem; Although my wife hasn't read many books, after all, she has a gift and can teach it at once. It is naturally not a problem to do such a problem. But my wife and I write slowly and carefully, as if everything I write is added up with everything she writes. This is my son's fate of not being punished.
4. The first volume of the first day imitates walking and writes a composition. Guilin is surrounded by mountains and waters, with majestic peaks and clear streams, and is crowned as' Guilin's landscape is the best in the world'; The West Lake in Hangzhou is more beautiful, with the reputation of "there is a paradise above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below"; Mount Taishan in Shandong is towering into the sky, and there is a sigh of' climbing Mount Taishan and being small in the world'. Although Xiangfan is not as good as these good places with good mountains and waters, it has her unique charm-tranquility.
Due to the coming of the final exam, the study pressure has also increased, so I have been particularly bored recently and my heart is always impetuous. Sitting next to the TV, holding the remote control, from the first stop to the last stop, and then from the last stop to the first stop, why do TV stations play some youth idol dramas or some entertainment programs that make little girls cry all day? It's really boring So I put down the remote control and went into the room to read. What kind of society is it now? Why do you write some love novels in your current book? Won't you write some books that urge teenagers to study hard and be proactive? Then I dropped the book and fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep again and again. My mother came in and said seriously, "I'm in a bad mood." Go out for a walk, feel the surrounding environment and relax. " I walked slowly by the moat, and at night I was heavily pressed on the treetops and streetlights, like a big bed with a black quilt falling from the sky. Accompanying me are only sleeping trees, salty wind, glassy grass leaves, moist earthy breath and air full of flowers. . .. and the flashing river belt, the mist on the shore, the crimson or light blue morning glory, the dense laurel treetops, and the silence as thin as eggshells. Walking in this quiet city, I also felt a little calm in my heart.
Walking in Xiangfan, just like Yasunari Kawabata found that he couldn't sleep at night, I found that Xiangfan is actually a beautiful and quiet city. The moon hangs high in the sky, shedding a waterfall-like silver light, and the endless willow trees set each other off and cover the whole moat like waves. Wicker gently swaying in the breeze, playfully swinging on the calm river, rippling on the lake, like a golden collar against the bright moonlight and faint moonlight. Walking along the moat, this scene looks a bit like Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Pool, and the restless heart feels very quiet.
Go to the edge of the lawn and squat down. Dewdrops are hung on the top of the grass, and some dewdrops are embedded in the gaps of Ye Er, which looks like pearls under the light. Step on the lawn gently and quickly, I'm afraid of hurting them. Standing under the city wall, touching the brick that has been blackened and shelled after years of wind and sun, "Maybe this brick is stained with the blood of a hero, maybe that brick has been touched by a brave general, maybe. . "I thought quietly. A large area of moss has grown on the city wall. Although they look quiet, their existence brings fresh vitality to the ancient city walls.
Walking quietly in a quiet city, I came to the end of the river unconsciously, and my heart was full of peace. The city is quiet and silent, like a huge sponge, which absorbs all the noise and even the impetuousness in my heart and calms my heart.
Go home with a quiet heart, feel the fresh air, relax, and fall asleep sweetly in bed.
5. After 200 words in the first day, the night sky outside is already colorful, firecrackers in all directions are deafening, and fireworks in the southeast and northwest are blazing. I can't wait to take out the "trophies", take out a few and put them in the yard, find a stick of incense, light it, then take one end of the incense, lean down by the light of the lanterns in the yard, aim the burning end of the incense at the fuse of the small firecrackers, light it carefully, and then walk away quickly. "bang!" The firecrackers exploded behind me.
The crisp voice is a blessing for the New Year and a unique happiness for our children. At this time, my sister came running with a bunch of fireworks in her hand, which we commonly call a "panacea". Dad bought this a few days ago, and finally waited until the 30th anniversary. My sister and I each took one, lit it and pointed it at the sky. Gorgeous fireworks shot into the sky, which aroused our cheers.
When fireworks are set off, my sister and I will be called back to the house by our family. Grandma, dad and mom will each take out two red envelopes from their pockets and give them to our brother and sister respectively. The red envelope is very small, only two or three dollars, wrapped in a small piece of red paper. At that time, printed bags were rare. They will also say things like "Peace in the New Year, being one year older is more sensible". These words are full of instructions and cordial wishes from the elders to the younger generation, which should be unforgettable in my life.
6. The composition of the first grade imitates "walking" and describes the warmth of the family. The family hasn't walked together for a long time.
Think about it, we used to walk together!
Now that the family is together, it is more serious and strange.
This year, I just entered the first grade of junior high school. I thought junior high school life was easy, but what I thought was different from reality.
Reality is always cruel. I believe this sentence now. As long as I don't grasp a little, I don't know the rest.
I remember when I was in primary school, my family got together and chatted happily about what I saw and heard today. Now, I can only review carefully without thinking under the lamp; Before, my mother seldom lost her temper with me. Now, is it hard to criticize me In the past, my father seldom interfered with me. Now, I can't even breathe; My brother used to listen to me when he was young. Now, less than a day later, it began to make trouble. ...
I feel that time flies, my feet are beginning to lose strength, my vision is beginning to blur, my mind is almost out of control, and I always feel bored. ...
After dinner, dad took us for a walk.
Walking on the road, my parents have been talking about some things at work. My brother and I are talking about our study. There is no laughter on the road, and I can't help but feel cold.
When people grow up, don't their hearts grow up, and they are no longer full of innocence?
I had a brainwave and ran to tell my parents, parents, let's go to the park to play.
Mom and dad paused and immediately agreed.
When he arrived at the park, his brother went directly to a dark blue seesaw and asked his parents to play. They refused at first, but they couldn't beat their younger brother anyway. I agreed.
Start grouping. I'm with my mother. Dad and brother are a group.
"1, 2, 3, go"
My mother and I tried our best to suck milk, and finally held my father and brother high. Dad refused to admit defeat and pushed his leg down hard, and his brother was not to be outdone. He followed his father's example and stepped on his own feet. ...
It was getting dark, which ended our game. The whole family is very tired, but we all feel very satisfied and happy. ...
After returning home, we took a bath and lay in bed, all of which entered a sweet dream. ...
7. The composition "A Little Thing" in Grade One is a parody of "Walking", with 650 words. The title is self-painted. This article describes the deep love between three generations. The author doesn't cover everything, but shows his deep affection by walking this little thing. Think about it and give a reference.
I haven't gone for a walk with my mother for a long time. I was locked in a room and a cage of knowledge.
I always look out of the window. Although it is winter, it is as light and free as spring, so I decided to go out and relax, and more importantly, get a warmth. ...
The sun is warm and soft, the sky is blue and pure, and countless green leaves shake and dance in the air like countless transparent little palms. Is this the joy of life? That's the continuation of life, right? The river flows gently and brightly, and the grass on the shore is greener and the flowers are redder, as if they were also glad for the arrival of my mother and me.
Facing everything around me, I suddenly feel the meaning of life and appreciate the gift of life. My mother and I walked arm in arm in the field. How familiar I felt this action! When I was young, my mother helped me like this. I can't help but feel deeply. There is one of the most precious things in my heart, and that is maternal love. The moment when my mother wiped my forehead with alcohol cotton when I was sick; My mother repeats monotonous and simple actions when she washes my clothes; When my mother explained English questions to me in detail … how many days and nights, how many minutes Mom has really paid too much for me!
I feel a kind of inexplicable sadness in my heart. I saw the fine crow's feet carved on my mother's forehead. I saw the sparse white hair on my mother's head. I took my mother's slightly old hand and thought about how many hairs my mother had turned white for me! There are some wrinkles for me!
I hold my mother's warm hand, and my heart is warm. I hope that time will be fixed at this beautiful moment. But after all, time is running out. My mother and I walked for more than half an hour, then turned and walked to the path home. ...
I shouted in confusion, "don't go, stay a little longer!" " "I suddenly looked up, I was still stuck in the ocean of problems ... It was more than 5 o'clock in the morning, and my mother had already got up. I said to my mother, "Let's go for a walk! " "
I have opened the inner shackles, holding my mother's hand, step by step out of the door, towards …
I hope to adopt it, and I can do without points.