A poem: an old tree in front of my hometown
Not far from the front of the former residence.
There is an unknown old tree.
In old age, middle age remains the same.
Dry, green, green and dry.
I know nothing about its experience.
Its temperament is beyond my description.
Its leaves fall in my mind.
It's just a blur
But on the day I bid farewell to my hometown,
I suddenly noticed this old tree.
It seems to stare at me blankly.
Silently wave your blessings.
Please don't. I don't want to look back
It never said goodbye or cried.
Never told me one thing after another.
Goodbye, it never gave me a step.
So it took away its pain.
Took away its affectionate blessing.
But I didn't know until later
It also took away countless thoughts about it.
Whenever I'm lonely
Always think of this old tree.
Think of my childhood that I didn't worry about.
Covered by its shadow.
How much wordless pain does this silent old tree contain?
But it is a treasure in my memory.
It often comforts me not to be lonely.
And often give me strength and encouragement.
Rule 1: There are three buttonwood trees in front of my house. I heard from my grandfather that when my grandmother married me, he planted it himself. Now my grandparents are almost eighty, and they have changed from young people who were full of vigor to old people who are faltering. The buttonwood tree in front of my house has grown into a towering tree. The old tree in front of my house witnessed the love of my grandparents, my growth and their love for me. Compared with some of my female classmates, I am very.
When I was a child, my grandfather made me a swing in the tree for me to play with. He taught me all kinds of birds that live in trees. I also saw woodpeckers and owls. These are rare because they were all beaten by some bird hunters. These people are really hateful. On summer nights, grandma will take me to the tree and tell me stories. When I was sensible, what my grandmother told me the most was the fate of rural women, and told me to be sure. Going to a big city in the future, grandma's words are very simple. What she has always said to me since childhood is: rural women have poor knowledge, so you must study hard. Now that I'm going out to college, grandma will still say so.
The old tree in front of the door let me know the changes of the rings and the passage of time. When they began to spit green shoots, I knew that spring was coming. In summer, the old tree will turn into a shade and bear many green balls. When the leaves start to turn yellow and fall, it is autumn. At this time, a lot of dandelion-like things will split from the ball and float on your face and neck, which makes people itch. Especially in late autumn and early winter, the branches itch.
I tell a story composition for my grandparents.
I told a story to my grandparents.
I read a story at noon today. The name of the story is "Flying House". The story goes like this:
Grandma has always lived in a beautiful countryside, and she feels very happy to have someone to talk with her every day. But now that grandma is old, Tingting's parents have taken her to live in the city.
Tingting lives upstairs. Grandma thinks Tingting's home is like a small box, and it feels like a bird in a cage. It's boring. Mom and dad go to work, Tingting goes to kindergarten and grandma is at home. It's so boring. She wants to plant flowers, but the tall building blocks the sunshine, and flowers can't live without the sunshine. She wants to keep a cat, but she is afraid that the meowing cat will keep the whole family awake.
Grandma is bored. She wants to go back to her hometown in the countryside. Tingting told her many stories and said, "When I go to kindergarten, you will tell my story to the doll, so that I won't be lonely." Grandma likes listening to Tingting's story "Flying House" best. She thought: Let this small box house fly to her hometown in the countryside. As a result, the small box house really flew to her hometown in the countryside, where there were Woods, grasslands, wild flowers, pigs, kittens, puppies and chickens. Everybody come and talk to grandma. Grandma is very happy.
The sun is going down, and the little box flies back. Mom and dad came back from work, and Tingting kindergarten came back. Everyone ate and talked, and they had a good time.
After reading this story, I remembered my grandparents, who also had a bungalow with a big yard in their hometown. They said that jujube and pomegranate trees were planted in the yard, dogs and rabbits were raised, and garlic, vegetables and tomatoes were planted in the field. Very interesting! Grandparents like living in their hometown very much, because they say the air there is good, living there is particularly comfortable and it is particularly cool in summer. In the past, my grandparents often lived in my hometown when I was in kindergarten.
However, since I went to school, they have come back from their hometown to take care of me. They cook for me every day, send me to school, go to school and play with me. Very hard! I go to school every day and my grandparents are at home. In the evening, when my mother comes back, I will practice piano and write a blog with my mother. When dad comes back on Saturday, I play with dad. Now that I think about it, I really have too little time with my grandparents! They must be bored, too They must be very sad! If only my house could fly. My grandparents flew back to their hometown to play when I was at school, and I flew back after school.
Beg to kowtow to the elders and listen to the feelings of grandparents telling past stories.
Why don't you knock? Face problem. Grandparents are our elders, of course, they will knock at the door.
Fourth, the theme of "Sixty years across the motherland, I listened to my grandparents telling stories" was added to the topic! Urgent! Urgent!
The motherland is in my heart. "The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain and the Yellow River weigh a thousand pounds in my heart. Whenever and wherever, my heart is as close as my heart, and the blood flowing in my heart surges with the voice of China ... "What a beautiful song! Yes, no matter when or where, you can't change your patriotism. I love my motherland, and I love her beautiful mountains and rivers. Listen, the flowing and tumbling Yangtze River water nourishes this magical land like milk and nurtures the great Chinese nation. You see, the rolling Great Wall, like a dragon winding on the ridge, is so solemn and ancient, bearing in mind the selfless dedication of many unknown heroes. Look at Huangshan Mountain, the first wonder mountain in the world. Magnificent, magnificent. The climate is mild and there are wonderful scenery all year round. Look at the surging Yellow River, which appears in Yuan Ye and Asia with heroic spirit; It shows the spirit of our nation: great and powerful! I love not only the mountains and rivers of my motherland, but also her long and splendid history and culture. How many splendid cultures have the Chinese nation accumulated in the long river of 5,000 years! The vast embrace of 9.6 million kilometers accommodates our 654.38+03 billion Chinese sons and daughters. With the wisdom of 654.38 billion+300 million Chinese sons and daughters, our motherland is getting stronger and stronger. A sudden earthquake killed our sisters in Sichuan. But it is in this disaster that the world has seen that the people of China are a strong, brave and heroic nation and an invincible force. In the autumn of September, our science and technology hero, Shenzhou VII, successfully flew into the sky, and the spacewalk made the world sit up and take notice. We cheer for Shenzhou VII, we sing for the astronauts, and we rejoice for the motherland. We look forward to a better future, but look forward to it. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality!
How to write a composition about listening to grandpa's story?
In front of me is a building that has sprung up. Looking at the buildings and land downstairs, I remembered my grandfather and the story he told about this land. Grandpa has been dead for twenty-five years, but his story will remain in my memory forever.
Every night, grandpa tells me the story of this land. Grandpa pinched his cigarette and snapped a match to light it. He lowered his head and pressed the tobacco leaves from the edge of the pot with rough hands. He took a few sips and then began to speak. Grandpa said that it was the place where the Kuomintang local troops and the 42 nd Division had penetrated the barracks. Grandpa also said that as soon as they arrived, they stripped all the trees around them and collected all the thatch cut by each family. I put the house away, and when there was no axe or shovel, I went home to look for it without saying anything. When I found the food, I ate it. When I found the clothes, I took them away. When I bumped into a woman, I was at a loss. Not even animals. Grandpa smoked another cigarette, and his wrinkled face was cold. I looked at grandpa with my chin under his bed, and grandpa spoke again. Grandpa said that many people fled to other places. Those who didn't leave were all because they had land and houses. Grandpa said, if you don't leave, hide the dishes, bowls and chopsticks. They look for flour, but there are no bowls or chopsticks. They ladled rice with a urinal, broke two sticks, and swore while eating, how could such a good basin be hidden in the toilet? Grandpa smiled when he said this, and the wrinkles on his face opened.
On Sunday, I helped grandpa to work in this contracted field, picking seedlings, pinching fertilizer and pulling weeds. After working for a while, grandpa wanted to have a cigarette addiction in the shade of the ground, so he told me again. Grandpa sprayed a few dry mouth cigarettes, and his rough big fingers pressed the tobacco leaves down from the edge of the hookah. Looking at the dark green Yuan Shang in the south, he said that these gangs are harmful to people. When they climb to the edge of the tableland, they talk about mountains and vomit when they see trees. Grandpa pointed to the west with a cigarette pan. It is a wasteland, full of stones, bones and rotten weeds. Grandpa said it was the place where the dead and the sick were buried. Grandpa said that often in the middle of the night, there are sad cries coming from there. It makes people feel cold and tremble all over. The doll rushed into the arms of the adults, who buried the quilt on their heads. Grandpa knocked out the ash from the hookah, and his wrinkled face was full of sympathy. Grandpa said that wasteland belonged to our family in those days. When I was hoeing with you, a dozen people in the team dug a hole in the ground with shovels and hoes. The hole was less than three feet deep, and they left the barracks in tears. Four soldiers grabbed the arms and legs of the crying supplicant, carried them to the pit, shouted a word or two, and threw the man into the pit. The man is as thin as a skeleton. He was completely desperate and kept cursing ... Grandpa stopped talking here. He put the hookah into the pipe and touched it, with hatred in his eyes. Grandpa wrapped the tobacco leaves, lit a match with a bang, and smoked it. After a while, he said, this land in our family was buried today, and tomorrow we will teach these animals to be cemeteries. It's just that they buried the dead, but nine times out of ten they were alive!
Grandpa, stop it. Let's get to work. Although the sun is shining brightly and cars, tractors, motorcycles and pedestrians are flowing on the road not far away, I don't know why my back is cold and my teeth are trembling. Grandpa smiled and said, are you scared? We will open up this wasteland and dry it in winter. At that time, your baby was even more afraid.
In winter, it is not that I am afraid, nor that I am too cold. Because my study task is heavy. Even on Sunday, I have to do my homework. Grandpa did it alone. Every night when he comes back, he will pull a shelf of dried wormwood. Suddenly one day, after dinner, grandpa said to my dad, your mother and your sister are back. Go and have a look. Dad walked into grandpa's wing. There are two skeletons, one big and one small, on Grandpa's kang. Dad knows everything. I doubt it, but dad said grandpa said it was her mother-in-law and aunt. Grandpa can't be wrong. At that time, my grandmother took my 16-year-old aunt to the canal to wash clothes, but she was beaten by patrol officers and took my aunt away. My wife rushed to the door of the barracks, but was stopped by the guards. My wife hugged his leg. What did he do to her? Later, my aunt also died at their hands. My father and I knelt down, kowtowed to my wife and aunt three times, and buried them in my graveyard with a shovel. After the burial, my father and I knelt down again, kowtowed three times to two relatives and ordered 300 silver.
The next spring, when the sun was warm, grandpa knelt on the open ground and grabbed a handful of black and oily soil. Grandpa said that the land is back! Her mother and baby are back! Grandpa was in tears. Watching grandpa cry, I also began to cry.
Composition: Grandpa, can you tell me another story?
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"Nannan, I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a young man who wanted to defeat the evil demon king ... "Grandpa hugged me, sat on a big cane chair and told me a story I had recited. At that time, I kept staring at my grandfather and proudly announced, "Grandpa, I am a knight, and you are the evil demon king." Grandpa always accepts my wayward requests with a smile and tries to cooperate with me. Today's warriors have lost the company of demons around them. After so much experience, the warriors understand that the devil has always loved himself and always thought for himself.
It's raining in Mao Mao, Tomb-Sweeping Day, as if the tears shed by relatives for the dead are ceaseless. The tombstones on both sides seem to prove the existence of the deceased, standing alone on the cold marble, and there is a similar sadness in the humid air. There is a feeling of missing in the wet soil.
I am holding a black umbrella, and my light brown eyes unconsciously reveal some sadness. Walking behind my grandmother, although the umbrella covered most of my body, I can still clearly feel that my grandmother is old. My faltering footsteps, rickety body and gray hair not only remind my grandmother that she is old, but also imply that my old "devil" grandfather has left me for many years. The atmosphere becomes dignified for no reason, breathing becomes rapid, and the mood becomes melancholy.
Standing in front of my grandfather's grave, I tried to keep my eyes open, trying to engrave the vague outline of my grandfather in the black-and-white photo deeply in my mind. Dad silently put the offering in front of the monument, and I don't know who sobbed first, or I mistook the wind for crying. My eyes became hot and wet, and a ball of cotton was forced into my throat. Vaguely, I can only see my grandfather grinning at me. I slowly crouched down trembling body, tears like this clear rain, I don't know when it will rain. I cried helplessly about my grandfather in my heart, and my mind slowly presented a picture of my past life with my grandfather like a lantern-
Grandpa, do you remember? When I was a child, did you always take me to a clear stream to catch those slippery fish? I don't know why, but you can always catch a big basket of lively fish. When we grilled fish together at night, we always made fun of me. Finally, you taught me how to fish. However, I always go in one ear and out the other, just like you, right? Every time I ask you to accompany me to climb the mountain, you always do, which makes me so angry that I ignore you for an hour.
Grandpa, do you remember? Every afternoon, you will take me to the farmland and teach me to pull vegetables. If you don't know how to grasp the strength, you will always pull up the vegetables together with a lot of soil, and sometimes you will turn pale with fear because of the sudden appearance of earthworms. You always put down your food and come to comfort me. Now think about it, if I had studied hard, would I miss you in another way now?
Grandpa, do you remember? Every night, you always hold me and sit on the spacious rattan chair, telling one beautiful story after another. Whenever I finish listening, I will always ask willfully, "Grandpa is a villain and I am a brave knight." You always cooperate with my performance when I pull out the air force knife. As the sun sets, the soft sunshine gently shines on our grandparents and grandchildren, and the rattan chair is still swaying slightly, but everything has changed. At the beginning, the kind old man no longer exists, and the ignorant child has grown into an independent young man. Grandpa, but that young man still wants someone to tell her stories all the time.
Suddenly, someone put a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head in surprise and found it was grandma. Grandma looked at grandpa's photo affectionately and said slowly, "don't cry." Grandpa, he certainly doesn't want his most precious granddaughter to cry all the time, does he? "I nodded hesitantly." All right, stand up. Don't keep squatting. "I slowly straighten up, grandpa in the photo still grinned at me as before. ...
The stars look down at the cany chair. The kind old man stared at the sleeping child and couldn't help pulling a long face. The girl adjusted a comfortable sleeping position in grandpa's arms and murmured, "Grandpa, tell me a story later!" " Grandpa looked at the girl tenderly and replied tenderly, "Well, because the devil will always be with the knight, forever ..."
Seven, help me write two topics, is to listen to grandpa tell the story of the party 500 words to 1000 words.
This year, I joined the China Youth League with honor. At the moment when I put on the league emblem, I solemnly swore: "I voluntarily joined the China Youth League, and I will resolutely support China's leadership, abide by the league's articles of association, carry out the league's resolutions, fulfill the league's obligations, strictly abide by the league's discipline, study hard, work actively, bear hardships first, and enjoy later.
This solemn oath made me realize that China Youth League is a mass organization of advanced youth led by China, a school for young people to learn Socialism with Chinese characteristics and capitalism in practice, and an assistant and reserve army of China.
This solemn oath echoed in my mind over and over again, and I secretly made up my mind that under the education organized by the Communist Youth League, I would grow and progress faster; Under the cultivation of the Communist Youth League, I will step by step towards the standards of China * * * party member!
Ah! The party is in my heart!
I gently opened the bookcase, holding the bright red "China * * * party constitution" in my hand, and a paragraph jumped into my eyes: China * * * was born in 192 1 July 1 day, and took Marxism-Leninism, * * thought, * * theory and Theory of Three Represents theory as the action guide. China's basic line in the primary stage of socialism is: leading and uniting the people of all ethnic groups throughout the country, centering on economic construction, adhering to the four cardinal principles, persisting in reform and opening up, self-reliance and hard work, and striving to build China into a prosperous, strong, democratic and civilized socialist modern country.
Ah! China has gone through 87 years. 87 is a milestone and 87 is an unforgettable road; The 87-year history has experienced vicissitudes and hardships; 1987, heroes come forth in large numbers and have deep feelings. Party, you are a beacon, shining on our way forward; You are the flag that guides us to victory; You are the sun, driving away the darkness.
I have known many heroic stories since I was a child: Liu Hulan, a young boy who was only 15 years old, was unyielding in front of the hay cutter and died heroically; Lei Feng, a great proletarian fighter, is a model of serving the people wholeheartedly. He treats comrades as warm as spring, as warm as summer, as cold as autumn leaves, as cold as winter ... When I grow up, I know Kong Fansen and Ren Changxia ... They are all members of * * *!
By my side, my head teacher, Mr. Zhang, is an excellent teacher. Her lectures are lively and interesting, and always make us listen with relish; She is strict with her classmates and sets an example. She is our mentor and friend. My parents are also members of * * *. They are dedicated and selfless. Mom is a teacher. She teaches students to learn and be a man. On weekends, my mother often goes to school to take care of students. She is a good teacher. Dad is a doctor. He doesn't rest on holidays, but he never complains, does his duty and brings warmth to patients. He is a good doctor! My parents are as serious as Mr. Zhang, and always put their work first, which is an example for me to learn.
When I was a pupil, I joined the Young Pioneers. In the seventh grade, I joined the China Youth League with honor. I also hope that one day, through my own efforts, I can join China. China is great, and I yearn for her; China is sacred, and joining China is my lofty ideal. When I am in in my heart forever, I will work hard for my ideal!
Eight composition: listen to grandpa's story about the past.
Listening to grandpa's story, Army Day is coming. On August 27th, as a reporter of China Youth Daily, we came to the office of the second veteran cadre in Wuhu City to interview grandpa, a retired soldier of the People's Liberation Army. Grandpa Ruan said: "The Korean Civil War broke out in 1950. Grandpa Ruan is the artillery commander. He was very angry when he saw the United States bombing North Korea by plane. After infinite efforts, we finally shot down 132 planes, injured 1234 planes, and killed and injured 390,000 Americans, playing the role of a devil's paper tiger! " Grandpa said excitedly, recalling the past, there are still tears in his eyes. Then, the students of Huacheng Dance Class performed several small programs for the grandfathers, who were very happy and excited. He said: "You will certainly take over the revolutionary class, study hard and make progress every day!" " I asked Grandpa Ruan a question: "What kept you going until now?" Grandpa said: "I have revolutionary ideals, and we all know why we are soldiers and why we fight;" Who is a soldier, fight for whom'. The most important thing is that we are not afraid of anything! Although we are very sad for our comrades who died in battle, all we want is to avenge them! "After this interview, I have deepened my experience as a journalist and have a deeper understanding of the significance of being a soldier. I am very happy, I will look forward to tomorrow's interview, and I will behave well!
Nine composition: listen to grandpa's story about the past.
Now TV and newspapers are talking about "the 30th anniversary of reform and opening up". As soon as I mentioned this topic, I couldn't help thinking of the story my grandfather told me.
That day, while we were having lunch, I suddenly found a piece of fat in my bowl, and I got angry at once. Because what I don't like most is fat meat, so I just put it in my father's bowl. At this time, grandpa found my move and shook his head discontentedly and said, "Zilin! Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? This piece of fat was a precious thing in the past. I used to eat fat meat in the New Year! " I was shocked, and my grandfather went on to say, "Alas! Today's children can't understand the hardships of life at the beginning! " Hearing this, I suddenly became interested and insisted on pestering my grandfather to tell me about the past. Grandpa helped his hat and said with a smile, "I'll tell you as long as you are willing to listen."
After dinner, grandpa began to tell stories about the past. Grandpa said meaningfully, "When your father was a child, there were five brothers and sisters at home." . At that time, eating at home depended on me acting outside to make money. Your grandmother sometimes carries a basket of eggs to the market to sell. All the money sold subsidizes the family! At that time, we usually ate steamed bread with garlic sauce. Only on holidays can we eat pork, and only on New Year's Eve can we eat pork, jiaozi.
I felt ashamed when I heard this. I don't think I should be picky about food. My parents couldn't choose if they wanted to! I made up my mind to promise my grandfather: "Grandpa, I will never be picky about food again. I want to be a good boy who cherishes the fruits of other people's labor. " Although ashamed, but also a little excited. Because compared with the original, our quality of life has gradually improved. Now we have everything we want, and every household is heading for a well-off life. Grandparents who have never enjoyed happiness in the past should also enjoy it.
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