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# Autumn nostalgic imitation composition (1)#
"The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn waters are * * * and the sky is one color", which is a poem I like very much. I think that in that beautiful scenery, I can better miss the past and look forward to the future.
In primary school, time was full of joy, skipping rope and kicking keys. Throwing sandbags ... These are my cherished memories. Opening these memories, I began to miss that carefree time, carefree childhood and carefree self. At that time, everything was simple and beautiful, like a dream.
The wheel of time is turning. At the beginning, the little girl with short hair like a tomboy gradually fell in love with books. In the world of books, I know a wider world. I see, there are countless scholars, heroes and emperors at all times and in all countries. They shine in their own history. I yearn for that life. Now, I miss the simple desire to satisfy my childhood.
As I grow older, I read more than history books and famous books. I started to get in touch with novels and forgot to eat and sleep for it. Now sitting here writing a book, I inadvertently remembered last summer. I miss playing with friends, being immersed in the happiness and confusion between novels, and the happy time of campus life ... When these precious things are remembered again, my heart is always sad, time is advancing, and all the beautiful things.
Throughout the third year of senior high school, I have been crazy about one person, the most powerful wise man-Chu Xuan, "chinese odyssey", which is the most appropriate evaluation I can think of. Although he is only a supporting role in Infinite Terror, he has overshadowed the glory of the protagonist. In my opinion, there may be a second Zheng Zha in the world, but there will never be a second Chu Xuan.
He is almost perfect. His lack of five senses made him intellectually perfect. But I hope he can have five senses and learn to feel, because that indifferent him makes all of us who love him feel sad for him.
"I hope that when I am born with Bodhi, I will be like a glass, and Ming Che inside and outside will be flawless." This sentence is for Chu Xuan and myself. I hope we can be as clear as glass without waiting for the afterlife.
Autumn has come, and my summer has gone with it. That summer, I met some people and things that made me grow up. That summer, I met Chu Xuan, who kept me going. That summer, I met those beautiful memories, which made me smile and move forward.
Cang Jia Jia CuO once said: "The two laws of Shi 'an will not bear the burden of Tathagata." Since I can't find this "two methods", I will abandon it. Goodbye, novel; Goodbye, Chu Xuan. Now I should face the college entrance examination and go forward bravely until we meet again next autumn.
The memory of autumn mourns my past. Now I lock all my distractions in the box. When I have a baby next summer, I will definitely open the box with a smile. At that time, I will successfully welcome autumn.
# Miss Qiu imitates the composition (Part II) #
An autumn leaf falls quietly.
How fast! I have been working for twelve years! When I graduated from Jibei University and was assigned to a middle school, I seemed to be a child, and now I am in my early thirties. In the past twelve years, I have experienced the ups and downs of teaching, and I have been tired of this job several times. Whenever I have this idea, a kind old man always comes to my eyes. He is the late Rainbow Middle School teacher Mr. Li Chengwen.
He has a thin face, full of beautiful hair, simple clothes but always clean, and is an amiable old man. When I first arrived at Dalong Middle School, he was in charge of library management because of his poor health, and I got to know him gradually because I often borrowed books from the library.
Every time I borrow books from him, he always takes the trouble to get you the key and open the bookcase. Although there are not many books in the school, there are several cabinets. I always open them one by one and turn them upside down. Miss Li is never impatient. What's even weirder is that when you go, no matter what he is busy with, he doesn't say anything and helps you find books at any time. Now that I think about it, his old man is fine, but he is not sensible and always bothers him.
Miss Li was very capable when she was young, especially in teaching. He teaches fifth-grade students, often because of their poor foundation, and always patiently makes up lessons from the first grade until all the students learn well and never let any student fall behind. His teaching achievements are always among the best in the town.
He cares about me very much. During my school days, he often asked me if I was cold and warm, just like his parents. For example, how to cook, how to seal the honeycomb stove ... these are still vivid.
Miss Li is very clever and proficient in all kinds of farm work and crafts. Carpenters and masons are proficient in everything and are praised by the villagers. He also loves playing chess, and his chess skills are extremely high. I often can't compete with him. We often see several "masters" in our school fighting in unison, but Miss Li always smiles without saying a word and responds freely.
Later, his old man's illness became more and more serious, and his face became thinner and yellower. Sometimes I see that he is not very strong in walking, but his eyes are still full of peace and he is still working! Many people advised him to rest at ease, but no one could persuade him. Every time I see him, I always feel bad, and Miss Li always seems to be full of motivation for her work. He didn't go home to rest until his relentless illness made it difficult for him to continue working. But after a day or two, he always comes back, doing this and that silently, and never stops. Unless the pain was particularly severe, he stopped to catch his breath, secretly put a board against abdominal pain and sweated like rain. Whenever I see this, I have thousands of reasons to persuade him to go home, but I can't say a word.
On one occasion, he went home to rest and never came back. ...
Eight years have passed like water, and everything in the past has become blurred. Whenever I celebrate Teachers' Day, I always think of Teacher Li Chengwu. I pray that the merciful God can let the old man's soul rest in peace forever, and that every fallen leaf in this autumn can turn into my memory of Teacher Li.
# Miss Qiu imitates the composition (Part III) #
Autumn has come, and the weather is no longer very hot. Looking at the persimmon trees covered with lanterns in the community, it seems that there is a heavy persimmon hanging in my heart. As the persimmon fell, my thoughts drifted away-the persimmon there should be finished.
There, my hometown, is the place where I stayed the longest except Jinan. This is a small village. Persimmon trees are planted in front of every household in the village. There may be too many red lanterns in autumn. People are not in a hurry to get rid of them, but let them die. When I was a child, I liked to play under the persimmon tree. Whenever I am hungry and thirsty, I pick a few big and soft persimmons and greedily suck the sweet juice and soft pulp inside. This persimmon, which was cooled by the autumn dew, is our snack. At this time, my grandfather, who was watching, would come and warn me not to eat too much, which would give me diarrhea, and I always naughty promised to choose another persimmon to eat?
Grandpa is an ordinary farmer who has been doing farm work all his life. However, I always feel that grandpa should not be just a farmer. He learns everything quickly and knows everything. So one day I asked my mother, and her mother told me about my grandfather's experience. It turns out that my ancestors were actually landlords and were beaten in the anti-landlord era. Grandpa born in that era naturally became the object of suppression, and no matter how excellent his academic performance was, he could only go up. Hearing this, I can't help feeling wronged for my grandfather. The story didn't end-my grandfather didn't want to accept this fate, so he planted this persimmon tree at that time, determined to "grow tall" like a persimmon tree. However, when planting persimmon trees, grandpa and my mother and aunt. Finally, the tree was bent. Where's Grandpa? At this point, my mother stopped talking, and I also knew the ending of the story. Since then, my eyes on this persimmon tree have changed?
After entering junior high school, I didn't often go back to that village, but my grandfather stayed there, accompanied by persimmon trees and persimmons covered with branches, and kept indelible thoughts for me.
# Miss Qiu imitates the composition (Part 4) #
As a teenager, I am sensible. I no longer have the "childishness" as a child, but I have more "ambitions".
The weather is changeable at this time of autumn. The cold leaves were already cold, and I accidentally caught a cold. And I am this unfortunate person. I am 15 years old, not too young, but I don't know how to take care of myself.
I had a high fever of 39.5℃ that day, thinking I was fine, and it rained lightly. My mother who is far away from home is very anxious and worried. She couldn't wait to take everything in her hand and come to me by rocket, but she couldn't and the conditions didn't allow it.
I have been living in school since 13 years old. I thought that with my two years of life experience, I should be fine and I will get through it. One day, two days, three days and a week passed, but I still didn't get better, so my mother came back and took me to the hospital for a month's leave. The doctor said I was going to be hospitalized, and it was quite serious. At this moment, I saw my mother's face was paler than mine. My heart was sour, and I cried when I held my mother. I was so tired that I cried and slept in my mother's arms. When I opened my eyes in a daze, I found my mother snuggling up beside my bed. I originally wanted to cover my mother with something to prevent her from catching cold, but when I mentioned the quilt, I was about to gently cover my mother, but she woke up, looked at me and immediately said in a hurry, "Baby, what's the matter, thirsty, uncomfortable or hungry." "It's okay, mom. I am really fine. " I smiled and said, "Don't drown me like this."
Time slips away inadvertently, 12 hours, 24 hours, a day, a week, two weeks ... Half a month has passed, and I'm fine. I was happily discharged from the hospital and went home to look at my mother carefully, but I felt a little strange, with wrinkles all over my face, deep bags under my eyes, red eyes and white hair ... "How did this happen?" I cried and asked my mother. My mother smiled and said, "Honey, as long as you are all right, it's worth it for my mother to become an old witch."
This autumn is particularly warm and beautiful.
Qiu, I like you! I like your heroic dance; Like your cuteness; Like your charming autumn colors; Like your yellow carpet; Like yours. ...
Qiu, I am happy because of you! Qiu, I am happy because of you.
# Miss Qiu imitates the composition (Chapter 5) #
Autumn is the season when fruits ripen, leaves fall and I leave my hometown.
It's autumn now. Seeing the fruits ripe and the leaves falling, I can't help thinking of my childhood friends. Are they doing well now? Where are they now? In childhood, in autumn, we often fly kites and pick fruits and flowers in groups. I don't remember how old we were then. We used to fly kites with our partners. A kite is shaped like a butterfly. We all want to fly kites, but there are too many people, so we don't need so many people to fly kites. The partners scrambled for it. I had a brainwave and said, "Why don't we use rock, paper, scissors to decide? The winner will fly the kite first, and the others will come again?" Everyone said, "Good!" Here we go. The two winners are Lingling and Tuantuan. They said, "Let's fly kites." We all had a good time that day.
The days are so happy and silently flowing away. But one night, my mother said to me, "We are going back to Zhengzhou. Say goodbye to your little friend and come again next time! " "I did, and on the day I left, my friends came to say goodbye to me, and I was reluctant to go.
Autumn is a season worth missing.
# Miss Qiu imitates the composition (Part VI) #
There is a person who will always occupy the warmest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her all your life. There is a kind of love that you can take and enjoy at will without asking for anything in return. ...
This person is called "mother", and this kind of love is called "maternal love". "But an inch of grass, enjoying three rays of spring, how much love is there?" Weak grass can't repay the kindness of the sun, and our weak hearts can't repay the kindness of our mother. In fact, in the eyes of mothers, we are the most beautiful scenery and the most precious wealth in their hearts at any time.
When I relive the simplest feelings of human beings, I also feel the sweetness and warmth of love. Nothing can destroy maternal love, but maternal love can often create a miracle of life.
What is maternal love? ..... Sometimes she seems to be a silent song, beautiful, euphemistic and moving; So old, so long ... sometimes she is so spectacular, like a blood-red sunset; She is so deep and broad, as blue as the sea, as infinite as the blue sky ... as green leaves, full of vitality; Such as a clear spring in a mountain stream, refreshing; Like the autumn breeze, it makes people daydream ... sometimes she is so sad and unforgettable. ...
From this article, I also saw a valuable life belief-tenacity. It was the mother in the article who taught me: No matter how hard life is, we must have confidence and firm belief. In this way, we can see a colorful life and realize that life is so beautiful.
# Miss Qiu imitates the composition (Chapter 7) #
I finished reading Missing in Autumn in admiration. After reading this article, I hid my thoughts.
When my mother begged the author to see the flowers, the author just said, "When?" The author's mother was very happy. She stood up and sat down for a while. What can we feel from it? Is it just that the son promised the mother to look at the flowers, and the mother was happy? Don't! It is the mother who feels happy when she sees her son have a little hope for life! However, when his mother recalled his ability as a child, he said "run" and "step" and quietly went out. She knew that she had mentioned the place that made her son feel most distressed, and her mother felt even worse than her son. After the author Shi Tiesheng was paralyzed, was it only the author who felt distressed? Obviously, no.
The mother is seriously ill, but she tolerates her son throwing things around and complaining about life. Why? Know that children are like mothers, because maternal love is selfless! Why didn't she tell her son that she was terminally ill? Because she loves her son too much, she is afraid that her son will lose confidence and courage in life. After reading this article, will you refute her when we face her strict education again? No, because we all know that mom did it for our own good and to educate us to have a brighter and brighter future. She did this not to take it out on us, but to let us know the truth of correcting our mistakes.
Maternal love, the greatest love in the world, the most selfless love, I praise you-maternal love!
# Miss Qiu imitates the composition (Chapter 8) #
Another autumn, "I" came to my mother's grave and the trees on both sides of the road were lifeless. I suddenly remembered the old me, the decadent and self-destructive me, the me who no longer exists ... why? Why was I so useless at that time? Unable to understand her mother, she didn't help her share her worries, but gave her troubles.
Now my intestines are regretful. "Mom, the chrysanthemums in Beihai are very beautiful. My sister urged me to see them. The flowers there helped me regain my hope of life. I seem to see your long-lost smile. When my neighbor took me to see you, your face was so bad that even breathing became a problem. Hatefully, I began to regret it. Beihai is the place that you and I remember the most. I recall the happy bits and pieces we used to be together. I miss you. You are like those chrysanthemums, noble and elegant. Your love is great and selfless, but I have never cherished it. I still remember your love. I understand what you said before you finished. I will have a good life with my sister. "
# Miss Qiu's Imitation Composition (Chapter 9) #
Unconsciously, the fruitful autumn came. Walking into autumn is like walking into a colorful picture of clothes.
One morning, I opened the window, and it was green outside, like a green carpet, and all kinds of flowers were in full bloom, like tweed embroidered on the green space.
At this time, I can't help but recall that fruity and colorful autumn. Every morning when I go downstairs, I am greeted by a ray of sweet-scented osmanthus, which is refreshing. The fruit trees are full of fruits, and my mother also took me to uncle Xiangshan's orchard where grapes are produced.
There are finger-like "golden fingers", which are crisp and sweet to bite; There are also "rose grapes" with rose fragrance; There are also creamy "cream grapes". It tastes different. It's delicious. Finally, I picked the best bunch of grapes and took them home to taste. That smell is really intoxicating!
There are all kinds of fruits that also bear fruit. They are really colorful and full of fruits! Autumn is really beautiful and a good season for harvest.
# Autumn nostalgic imitation composition (10)#
My yearning for autumn, like wisps of smoke, lingers in my heart for a long time. Is autumn far away?
Miss the autumn fields, picturesque. People who have been busy for half a year have ushered in the autumn harvest after sowing summer pipes in spring. The heavy ears of corn bent, the red ears of sorghum reflected half the sky, the golden corn cob cocked its head, and the snow-white cotton grinned against the autumn sunshine. The joy of harvest is everywhere.
I miss the orchard in autumn. When you walk in the orchard, huge fruits bend the branches of fruit trees, such as red hawthorn, Huang Chengcheng pear, red apple and persimmon dyed red by light frost. Looking at this harvest scene, that joy has already overflowed my heart.
I miss the village in autumn, the trees in the village, the leaves turn yellow and red, the tall persimmon trees and fiery persimmons are set off by the chestnut leaves, like the sunset glow hanging over the village and the fiery clouds on the horizon, which is amazing.
I miss the courtyard in autumn. In the yard, those chrysanthemums in Ao Shuang are in full bloom, white and flawless. Yellow and gold, gold. Purple is bright and dazzling, shining like purple crystal.
Standing in the yard, not only sighing, but also the beautiful scenery of harvest was lifted. Only chrysanthemums in Ao Shuang can withstand the cold winter. ...
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are irresistible natural laws. The natural law of human life is spring, summer, autumn and winter. Following the footsteps of the years, I spent the autumn of my life quietly. The dust of the years dyed white hair, and the hardships of life covered Zou Wen's once smooth face. The precipitation of life has turned a once complacent youth into a peaceful and indifferent old age.
Walking through the autumn of life, in addition to the memory of lost youth, there is also the memory of lost harvest. There are many feelings, youth, love, ideals, career, success or failure. These exciting words, like a palette, paint a three-dimensional picture on the canvas of life and are treasured in the depths of memory.
In the vast sea of people, those distant figures, those parting eyes, those hasty gatherings and departures are like the film of a movie, which is constantly replayed in my mind.
In the future, I will take the heavy harvest of the golden autumn, with the experience and lessons of life, and walk hard on the frozen soil leading to the world of white clothes.
Looking at the far-away back of autumn, I looked up: the fields are green, which are sown in wheat fields, maple red as the sunset, and the sunset is like blood.
A full moon, on the eastern horizon, quietly reveals a round face, showing tranquility and serenity. I think that in this era of peace and prosperity, although autumn is still far away, winter is also beautiful. ...
# Autumn nostalgic imitation composition (1 1)#
I don't know when autumn came quietly again, and the autumn wind brought a chill. Leaves whirl and fly in the air like butterflies, and then slowly fall. Whenever this time, I can't help thinking of my father.
I lost my maternal love since I was a child, leaving scars in my young mind. Fortunately, my father was by my side and grew up with me.
But it didn't last long. One day, I found blood in my father's expectoration, and I immediately reminded him to go to the hospital for examination. But my father said nothing and insisted on not going to the hospital. There is nothing I can do about it. Dad is still busy running for life and working for me every day.
One day, my father suddenly said to me, "Dear daughter, my father wants to discuss something with you." What do you think of Aunt He, the neighbor? Kind-hearted and considerate. If Aunt He comes to our home, she will be your mother and take care of you. Would you? "I was very angry after listening to it. What's wrong with dad? We have lived together for so many years, haven't we had a good time? Although Aunt He is very good, she knows people's faces but doesn't know her heart! I strongly disagree! Dad sighed and said nothing. Never mentioned it again.
Later, when I was old enough to go to school, what puzzled me was that my father asked me to board at school. Why spend more money when home is not far from school? If dad doesn't want to care about me, In short, my father's behavior is hard for me to understand, and my heart is full of resentment against my father.
Finally, I had a holiday. One day, I came across a piece of paper on the table. This is an experimental paper. I was shocked when I saw it. I can't believe my eyes. How did my father get the disease of terminal lung cancer? My tears kept running down. I found my father like crazy and held his hand tightly and sobbed, but my father choked back his sadness and said, "Silly girl, it's okay. I'll watch." I have always been worried about my father, but I always believe that miracles can happen and my father can recover.
But what shouldn't have happened happened. One autumn afternoon, the bad news came. In an abandoned hospital, my dear father was lying under a white sheet. I can't accept all this, and suddenly I feel very dizzy. Tears streaming down my face, I trudged to the bedside, holding my father's hand, shaking it hard, and calling out to him again and again, hoping that he would wake up, but I knew that my father had left me forever. Tears flow unbridled, dad! Dad, what would I do without you?
In a blink of an eye, my father has left me for several years, and I miss him very much every season. Dad, don't worry! My daughter will be strong and take her own future path. I think this is what you want to see most.
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