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# Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn the next day 1#
In grandma's backyard, there is a osmanthus tree and a big chrysanthemum. This used to be my childhood amusement park.
I remember that summer, my foot was broken and my parents entrusted me to my grandmother because they were too busy to take care of me. This is undoubtedly a great happy event for me, because grandma is my closest person besides my parents.
Time is a strange old man. When you are happy, he walks fast, and when you are sad, he is slower than a snail. Every minute with grandma is full of infinite interest, and natural time flies.
In summer, I arrived in Qiu Lai, and in autumn, the girl quietly walked up to my grandmother and me. Chrysanthemum and osmanthus in the backyard also unconsciously revealed a bright smiling face.
Every day after lunch, grandma will move a small bench, take a story book and take me to the backyard to enjoy the flowers and bask in the sun. Often at this time, I will clamor for my grandmother to tell me stories. Actually, I told my grandmother a story, so let her tell me a story. Because grandma really can't read many words.
The sun shines through the branches of osmanthus trees and gently sprinkles on the pages. The air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. Inhale incense and spit it out. When we read Tagore's Golden Flower, we all smiled at each other. Grandma said kindly, "This Tagore is really naughty! Dabao can never learn from him, but if Dabao can also become a flower, what flower will Dabao become? " I scratched my head and answered my grandmother, "If it were me, I would, would, would become a chrysanthemum." Grandma asked me curiously, "Why?" I smiled and answered my grandmother: "Because my grandmother likes chrysanthemums best! I want to be one of these chrysanthemums in my grandmother's backyard. Every morning, grandma waters me and sings to me at night. Then I'm going to bloom the most blooming flower, and my grandmother will pin me on her head. That must be the most beautiful woman in the world! " Grandma smiled and touched my head: "You are such a clever little guy!" " "My grandmother and I smiled and frowned, enjoying the time that only belongs to me and her.
Now whenever I recall that autumn, my mouth will rise slightly unconsciously. Every time I go back to the osmanthus tree, I can think of the bits and pieces with my grandmother.
I miss that autumn, miss that small yard, and miss my kind grandmother more.
# Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn the next day 2#
One morning when I got up and the sun came out, I knew that autumn was coming.
What enveloped the room was the smell of autumn, as gentle as a long breath. What appears in the sky is quiet white. The morning sun is lazily sprinkled on the floor of the room, reflecting beautiful gold. Close your eyes, it is no longer the intersection of light and heat. After the long and fierce summer, before the cold and dry winter comes, autumn comes quietly. This beautiful season, remember that she is happiness.
I like to miss, leaning against the window and looking up at the clouds in the sky reminds me of those days when we were children.
I remember that we were wrapped in a quilt, drinking hot coffee, watching those nonsense movies together, swinging our feet on the swing, remembering your clean face, clear eyes like water and bright smile. I like to miss, miss the feeling at that time. This is my happiness. We are young and naive, thinking that the dependence on each other under the maple tree is forever, and that your humming is always in the deserted station. But I still remember our happiness together when the time on tiptoe was scattered on the gears of time.
Walking through the deserted street, stepping on the road we used to walk hand in hand, rusty chains, painted walls, everything seems to stay yesterday, and there are still two people leaving the temperature on the swing, but at the moment I am the only one on the swing, reviewing the missed past.
Maybe you have forgotten it, but I still remember those warm memories clearly. They are asleep in the deepest part of my heart, and my hands are folded. Thank you for bringing me happiness.
Just like reading a book for a long time, it brings you different fears. Then I closed the book and thought about every detail in the book, every place that moved me. Full of happiness. Want to stay somewhere, don't want to move, don't want to move forward, just float, let me watch the ticking time on the clock quietly. Those people, those things, are leaving me, but what remains is always worth remembering.
Flowers are all dead, grass is all dead, and leaves are golden, which is the warmest color. The wind blew off one piece after another and landed on the ground with a sigh. With the coming of the evening, the light blue sky is gradually stained with red and pink clouds, and Qiu Shu reflects the sunset, which is charming and magnificent. There is no noise and impetuousness, only the weight of time precipitation. It is a kind of happiness to miss you in this intoxicating color.
That cloud, that sunrise, is pink and yellow.
I miss all of us, and I am also very touched. This is my simple and long-term happiness.
# Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn the next day 3#
Yellow leaves whirled down from the tree, and flowers gathered their smiling faces and decorated them with spring mud. I stood at the window, looking at the wild geese flying all over the sky, and suddenly remembered a poem: "I have been sad and lonely since ancient times."
Autumn always reminds us of the past with its unique melancholy. Then, my worries got out of control ... this nasty season!
Autumn is crisp, and the cold wind makes people consciously think of the warm spring in March, the season with warm sunshine and moving scenery. At that time, how moist the rain was! How intoxicating the wind is! Everything wakes up from the snow and ice and blooms with colorful vitality. At that time, I took my grandmother's hand and walked in the spring, watching the grass grow and the warblers flying and swallows cutting willow leaves. Grandma in spring is nothing like an old and sick person. She looked at the new tree and said to me happily, look, little baby! That branch has sprouted again. This man is like a leaf! It's great to be born, grow up, have the most beautiful time, and return to the roots and grow again! "I am happy for my grandmother's rare poetry and vitality, so I asked her," Grandma, spring is here, so you are a new green leaf! She smiled slowly, gently touched my hair, looked at the distance and said softly, "You child! ""Grandma didn't make it through that spring. When she left, she touched me with loving eyes. Then, looking at the spring, she left an eternal smile. I know, she is telling me: "The fallen leaves come to the root. After death, there will be a cycle of letting go of old evils." I don't believe in the next life, but I am willing to believe in grandma and the spring that will bring the knife back to life. It's a pity that this autumn, the old man has been left by master Huang, and no one told me to put on my coat.
Autumn is a monotonous season. I can't help thinking of that gorgeous summer, that warm and colorful season. At that time, all the flowers were in full bloom and colorful. At that time, the scorching sun always ignited the lingering passion in people's hearts. At that time, I was facing the first college entrance examination in my life and a significant separation. Some people say that July is black, but I know that July is black. Just to commemorate a lost youth and some broken dreams, I will never forget it. When we saw our classmates boarding the train, we all cried, and our mood was just like that sung in an old song: that laughter reminded me of my flowers, which were quietly blooming for me in a corner of my life. I thought I would stay with it forever, but unfortunately we were blown away and scattered all over the world. In summer, it is really a.
I closed my eyes on the horizon ... the nostalgia for autumn ended here ... just, if autumn comes, can winter be far behind? Winter is coming, spring is coming!
# Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn the next day 4#
"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.
# Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn the next day 5#
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 hand in hand, but Mr. Li always laughs 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.
# Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn the next day 6#
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. ...
# Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn the next day 7#
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.
# The second day imitates the nostalgic composition of Autumn 8 #
Was rejected by his son. Finally, one day my son agreed, but my mother died because she was too ill.
When I closed the book, I sat quietly, and the scenes in the text appeared in my mind one after another. Tears seem to flow silently like broken beads. "Poor bearing the wind"! What parents don't care about their children? Which parent is unwilling to give everything for their children? What parents don't stand up when their children are in trouble? Besides, the mother in this article exchanged her life for her son's happiness!
As I spoke, I thought of my mother and a deep-felt past, which was deeply engraved in my heart.
I remember last winter, I had a high fever in the middle of the night, and my mother quickly put on her coat. I wonder where she got the strength to carry me to the hospital. My mother was so tired that she gasped and hissed, holding me tightly with one hand, and sometimes holding me up in a tree with the other hand. Although it was freezing in the twelfth month, I saw my mother's face dripping with sweat and came to the hospital. Because the temperature was 39.5 degrees, I needed to send water and lost three bottles. The doctor said, come back tomorrow, it is too late today. The mother said that the child's illness could not be delayed, or he would get seriously ill. The doctor gave me an injection and I fell asleep in bed. My mother is reading beside me. It's very quiet. I only heard the sound of the clock "tick, tick" accompany me to sleep.
In the morning, when the doctor gave me a third bottle of water, I was awakened. I vaguely saw my mother reading by the bed, but her eyes were bloodshot. However, my mother has a few silver hairs on her head; But mom's book is almost finished. I said feebly, "Why don't you sleep?" "Ah, you're awake. Oh, I slept and just woke up. " When my mother said this, she yawned unconsciously. I understand everything. I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears.
"Motherly love is a stone, knocking out the fire of a star. Motherly love is a fire, lighting the extinguished lamp, lighting the road at night, and taking you to the dawn." This is not a poem, victory is a poem. This is not a hymn, victory is a hymn. How many famous literati praise maternal love.
Today, I want to stand on the grass and say loudly to children all over the world: "Motherly love is priceless".
# Imitate the nostalgic composition of autumn the next day 9#
When I was a child, my parents were busy with work and didn't have time to pick me up, so they came to pick me up, so the task of picking me up from school fell on grandpa.
Grandpa is always standing at the school gate, wearing his dazzling red envelope plaid shirt, pushing his worn-out bicycle washed into ashes by time. He ran to him when he saw me. Grandpa picked me up and put me in the back seat of a bicycle specially built for me. Talking and laughing all the way, I leaned on grandpa's broad shoulders and looked at the stalwart figure. My heart is as sweet as spilled honey. I looked back at the tall buttonwood tree at the door, and the golden leaves fell one after another. Wherever I go in the moonlight, it shines brightly and warms the cold late autumn. Fade away ...
As I grew older, I began to get tired of my grandfather's behavior. I followed a few classmates home, and all the way, you chattered, while grandpa followed me on a bicycle and watched us talking and laughing. Even this subtle concern stopped one day when I was noisy. As time goes by, the clock ticks round and round. I always remember when I was a child, but I have long forgotten the temperature behind my bike.
It's another autumn. Sunny weather came very early this year, and the cold swept Nanchang early. I dragged my feet to pack my schoolbag and left the classroom last. At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds. I ran quickly and just wanted to go home as soon as possible. After a while, it began to rain as big as beans. I look at the autumn rain, which is getting bigger and bigger, like a falling pearl, and my heart is sad and uneasy. I was about to rush home in the rain when I suddenly saw a weak figure standing under a buttonwood bent by the wind. That's my grandfather. He still wears a plaid shirt and pushes an old bicycle as before, but he is no longer as tall and straight as before, but his eyes are still warm and loving when he is busy looking for his little granddaughter. As soon as my nose got sour, I ran to him at once. Grandpa saw me running towards him, and his nervous expression suddenly stretched out. I sat in the warm back seat again, leaning on my grandfather's thin back, regretting and grateful.
In this autumn, grandpa left me and went to the hometown of angels. I won't forget the warmth in the back seat this time. Grandpa's old bike is still there. I often touch the buttonwood tree that shields me from the sun in the scorching sun and the wind and rain in the cold winter. I miss grandpa in autumn, under the buttonwood tree, in my heart, I can't tell you everything.
# Nostalgic composition imitating autumn in Grade Two 10#
Writing articles in autumn is generally bleak, setting off the loneliness and sadness of the author's heart with the desolation of autumn. But I read Shi Tiesheng's "Missing in Autumn", in addition to a touch of sadness, there is a deep maternal love.
This passage is written like this: The author Shi Tiesheng is a strong young man. When he was an educated youth in rural Shaanxi, his legs were paralyzed unexpectedly. He is often furious and loses confidence in life. In order to get her son out of the shadows, the sick mother wanted to take him to Beihai Park, but his son was ungrateful. Finally, my son agreed, but my mother died. The article embodies the great maternal love, and also shows the author's deep guilt for his mother.
From the text, I feel the greatness and selflessness of maternal love, and I also see the tolerance and love of the mother to her son. I can't help but give a thumbs-up for the greatness of maternal love, but I also understand my son's behavior, but I don't agree with his practice. Mother is very ill, but she is optimistic. It is really painful and helpless to see my son like this. But as always, my son is pessimistic and desperate, furious and unpredictable, and blames others. This breaks the mother's heart. All she can do is be patient, don't make the child angry, and try to make him happy. When the son is angry, the mother is also sad; When the son is happy, the mother is happy with him. In particular, my mother said, "I am with my mother, we should live a good life, live a good life ..." These details made me particularly sad and moved.
In life, such a situation does not exist. Some people will become depressed when they are hit by setbacks, but they don't know that others are silently caring about them. When they encounter setbacks, they should think like this: I am not alone, and there are people who care about me. My life is not only mine, but also the one I love and the one who loves me. I should be optimistic as long as I can live one day. So I won't live up to the pains of people who care about me.
I also tell you to cherish everyone around you, because they may not be here tomorrow. Although they are safe now, they may be farewell in the next second.
Fate will make us depressed, make us angry, make us teased, make us not depressed, angry, and shed tears, make the hateful bad luck tremble, let the bad luck hear our laughter and see our smiling faces, so as to win without fighting! Learn Shi Tiesheng's spirit of fighting against fate and disease, just like those chrysanthemums that bloom in the autumn wind, and bloom brilliantly in life. Let people learn to be masters of their own destiny! Remember: optimism is the most important thing.
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