In daily study, work or life, many people have written compositions. Compositions can be divided into time-limited compositions and non-time-limited compositions according to different writing time limits. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is an excellent composition about that unforgettable time that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you.
The egrets rise and fall in the fields, and the lotus leaves are swaying in the breeze, walking in the countryside like a light bird. The cool breeze blows, and every pore on the skin is filled with a faint grassy smell.
Everything was so fresh and friendly. Before I could see enough, I turned into the village. Passing through the ancient archway and walking along the corner of the ancient temple, you suddenly feel like you have entered the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Walking into the school gate, a courtyard wall seemed to separate the ancient and modern worlds. Words like "nunnery", "woman", "teacher", etc. jumped in my mind, and I walked into Yu Qiuyu's "Archive" in a trance. That era...
Time lengthens and slows down thoughts, letting the wind blow gently like a kite with its string broken. After a while, my mind started to feel empty. Sometimes he stood up, sometimes he walked around, studying the class schedule and blackboard newspapers without any interest. I simply lay on the window sill and looked at the purple eggplants and green peppers in the vegetable garden, listened to the "chirping" of birds in the bamboo forest, and the kitten nesting on the roof also made my heart beat.
During the break between invigilation, I went downstairs and walked into the tree-lined path. The feet stepped on the shallow moss, and the mottled light and shadow reflected on the ground. The jingle in the kitchen has become a beautiful piece of music, and the curl of smoke is as elegant as a song. Teacher Song danced the kitchen knife briskly on the chopping board, and the cucumber slices flew like flowers. The fire is crackling and burning brightly, and the warm rosin is so familiar and textured. Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of chopped green onions.
At this time, I remembered that beautiful time.
Before graduating from the normal school, we went to the countryside for internship. Two girls from the kindergarten class went with us. As soon as the bus arrived at the station, everyone hurriedly carried daily necessities. The path along the river seemed to be playing music, and laughter broke the quiet countryside. After a while, Teacher Fang, who was leading the team, led us into the school gate. The school leaders had known about our arrival, and the rooms and internship tasks had been assigned long ago. When we packed up our belongings, the principal said with suspicion: There is a canteen in the school, but there are no workers to cook? After much discussion, I finally decided to burn it myself! Teacher Fang divided us into seven groups, and Yingzi and I were in one group. Sakurako is wearing a plaid suit, glasses, and a charming smile, like a lady. When it rains, hold a pink flower umbrella and your face will be reflected like peach blossoms.
The kitchen is quite spacious, with a stove on one side and a pile of chopped firewood on the other. There is an Eight Immortals table between the two. Two desks were added next to the Eight Immortals table, and when put together they could seat more than a dozen people. Although I was an intern at a school, I was busy attending lectures, preparing lessons and rehearsing programs. When I met him by chance, I just nodded. I am happiest only in the kitchen, and everyone will run in if there is nothing to do. Occasionally, I would steal side dishes, make a joke, and be chased and scolded out of the kitchen. The heartfelt joy I still feel is unforgettable.
On the day of duty, I was panting and carrying water when I walked in. Yingzi was washing the pots and dishes. As I poured the water, I said with a smile: "Use less, I'm exhausted!" Yingzi turned the bowl quickly, pursed her lips and smiled, then took a big scoop of water and shook it in front of me. When the water tank was full, Yingzi had already washed the rice and was waiting for me to light the fire. I put down the pole and got into the stove. It took a long time to get the fire going. When the pot was steaming, someone hummed "I'll fetch water and you wash the dishes, both husband and wife..." Entering the kitchen, Yingzi and I buried our heads low. When we were the only two people left in the kitchen, Yingzi smiled at me, and her heart seemed to bloom with a sweet flower.