Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all in full bloom. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like stars, still blinking.
"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring", which has just begun, some are kung fu and some are hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
Autumn-imitating Zhu Ziqing's >: Looking forward to, looking forward to, the autumn wind is coming, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching. Everything shows the joy of harvest. Apples are ripe, sorghum is red, and bananas are golden. . The grass changed into a golden coat and danced against the bright autumn wind. From the eyes, it looks like a golden carpet. Sitting and lying gives people an indescribable comfort. The fruit trees in the orchard are full of fruits, such as red apples, pears in Huang Chengcheng, and pearl-like pomegranates. Looking at these sweet and attractive fruits, I seem to see the simple smiling faces of farmers' uncles. Frost leaves are red in February. Autumn leaves also have their own charm. Red maple leaves, orange phoenix trees, and pine and cypress still covered with green leaves form a colorful picture. Some singing in the trees, some dancing with the autumn wind in the air, and some "cameos" in the grass of the runway. . The sunshine is no longer dazzling, but softened. The sky is blue and the clouds are pale white. The cool autumn wind blows, with the fragrance of various fruits and the joy of farmers' harvest. The autumn wind blows every sweet fruit and smiles at the leaves that want to dance. . The rain kept falling, the crops in the farmland were in full bloom, the fruits in the orchard were red, and the grass on the ground bent with laughter. When there are more fruits in the market, people's minds will be broadened. Fruit farmers are busy picking fruits from their labor, and joy fills everyone's heart. Autumn is like a song, but it can't sing the joy of harvest. Autumn is like a painting, which can't be finished.
The vast sea of people has to write 300 words by themselves, and only his back impressed me deeply. Under the irradiation of the sunset, it shines brightly. He is an ordinary person and leads an ordinary life. His family consists of four people. He has an elderly mother, a disabled wife and a child who is attending kindergarten. He is the only support in the family, and all hopes are pinned on him. In order to support the family, he began to collect junk. As usual, people went to work one after another in the early morning, and the community was quiet. No children are playing and singing. I am enjoying this quiet time. A harsh voice comes into my ear, "Who has garbage?" It woke me up from my dream. I stood up while complaining. My mood was gray, which was too bad. Before long, there was a fierce quarrel downstairs. Curiosity prompted me to go down and have a look at the excitement. I squeezed into the crowd and saw the garbage collector arguing with the family. I looked at the junk collector carefully. He is in his early forties, and his hair seems to have not been washed for a long time. He looks like a chicken coop with several scars on his face. He should be taught a lesson. His thick lips were wrapped in a thick beard. It looks scary. Clothes are tattered and patched everywhere, and I dare not look down. I thought to myself: this man really has no quality I learned from their quarrel that his family thought he stole something, but he refused to admit it, but he was still weak. Finally, he gave his hard-earned money to his family. Soon, he walked out of the crowd with his head down and rode a horse. Curse him constantly, and it is appropriate for the governor to learn to be a thief. A few days later, the garbage collector came again, and I thought to myself: You are a street mouse-everyone is shouting at you, how dare you come? However, this time I made a big mistake. He not only recovered what the family lost, but also cleared himself, and repaired the broken machine for the family. male
Please remember a blue rain umbrella. My vision was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long ... that blue is as clear as the sky.
When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain. Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked."
My mother stubbornly said, "No, really not ..." Later, when she grew up, she didn't want her mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard, and I once thought I had forgotten it. Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.
My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.
"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated.
"Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.
The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before. Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.
So my eyes were tied to the blue umbrella. I'm the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I'm the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend ... all because of that tilted blue umbrella. That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.
4. Composition suitable for imitating my grandfather (1) In my father's eyes, my grandfather is a strict father, while in my eyes, my grandfather is a strict and lovely grandfather.
In my childhood memory, I still remember that my grandfather would scold my aunt's clothes for being too modern, that my father's way of doing things was wrong, and that my uncle's life lacked excitement and challenges ... As for me, he always smiled and said that my grandson would ... I remember that when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I only got 85 points in the Chinese exam. At the family gathering, my father just began to blame me, and my grandfather immediately interrupted him and said, "Is 85 points still excellent?" Keep the university, it's not easy to call it 85! For me, grandpa is very tolerant, but also very strict. He can buy me the best things and allow me to play with his hair willfully, but he will never allow me to give up what I should do. When I was very young, he had planned my life path for me. These advanced plans later became the guidance for the first 25 years of my life and inspired me to complete my master's degree.
Grandpa was a college student in the fifties. Soon after he went to college, he joined the underground party, then joined the four fields and went all the way south to Hainan ... My father didn't meet his grandfather until he was six years old. In the long-term work and life, grandpa has developed a very rigorous style, meticulous in doing things, and clear about grievances. A cool breeze and clear working ideas have won him the respect of many people.
Grandpa is a diligent person. He carefully reads and studies news, newspapers and many new changes every day. Therefore, what I remember most about my childhood is grandpa's big teacup, grandpa's cigarettes and a newspaper of the day. (2) When I graduated from primary school, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer by physical examination. After the operation, his condition improved, but he retired at home and ended his working career. At that time, the family were very worried about his health, and grandpa began to become silent and lost interest in many things.
But in those days, I became grandpa's happy medicine. As soon as my sister and I arrive, he will smile and put the fruits and delicious food prepared by his family in front of us immediately, so that we can enjoy them to the fullest ... After junior high school, my mind began to become active. Besides studying, I began to try to write some short poems to prove my talent. Dad was very angry when he learned that. He thought I didn't put my limited energy into my study, and I didn't read the poems I wrote at that time ... Dad's attitude at that time made me unacceptable. For a childhood hobby, I wanted to be recognized by my family, so I thought for a long time and decided to go to my grandfather ... When I took my "Poetry Collection", my grandfather was already very weak and half lying in bed. After reading every poem I wrote carefully, I looked up at me nervously and said to me, "this word is too ugly, but it doesn't matter." Your father's handwriting is not good. As long as you practice hard for three months, you will look better. "
I was in a complicated mood at that time, and my poor handwriting has always been a problem that I dare not face, and it is also a problem that I am desperate for myself. Before grandpa said this, I always thought that my handwriting could not be changed in my life. It was my grandpa's simple words, which told me to practice my calligraphy according to the dictionary in my college life in Russia, so that others could understand it ... After a while, my grandpa stopped talking.
"Then what shall I write? Grandpa ... "I asked eagerly. "Thinking is more active, but you don't even understand the basics of poetry."
After that, he slowly got out of bed, walked to his bookshelf, took out one of the many diaries in it, went back to bed and turned over a page ... What caught my attention was Grandpa's fluent hard-pen notes ... "When will there be tomorrow, ask for wine from heaven ..." Grandpa carefully explained this song "Water Tune" by Su Shi to me. In those dozens of minutes of memories, I forgot everything. I only have this beautiful sentence that has been passed down through the ages in my mind ... After writing this poem, my grandfather felt a sense of wanting more, so he told me My Humble Room Inscription, and his story brought me between poetry and painting, which seemed to make me realize the momentum and lofty sentiments of these famous artists in those days. While I was immersed in the situation of poetry, grandpa began to cough. He closed the book gently, turned to me and said, "Please read my old diary more when you are free. There are also many good poems written by others. "
I silently walked out of grandpa's room and gave up the idea of writing poems, because I knew how ridiculous my "poems" were ... When I walked out of the room, I saw the newspaper of the day lying on grandpa's bed, but the cups and cigarettes were no longer needed, and suddenly a feeling of heartache came from my heart ... Can grandpa only lie in bed and read newspapers? ! (3) Not long after that, Grandpa's condition deteriorated again and he suddenly fell ill at home! In order to facilitate treatment, grandpa lived in a military hospital outside the primary school. His cheeks lost a lot of weight when we stood in front of his bed. Grandpa saw us coming and said to me, "Daning, why didn't you go to school?" Go back to class and study hard. "
Say that finish tired closed his eyes, no longer speak more. Dad sent me to school, but my heart could not be calm. I really want to do something for my grandfather, and I want him to be happy in the last period of his life, even a little … There is no newspaper in the hospital, and my grandfather is so used to reading newspapers, so I will send him newspapers! I chose Wednesday afternoon when there was no class, bought a newspaper, took grandpa's favorite food, rode my bike and walked out of the house ... It was an afternoon in early spring, and it suddenly snowed heavily. When snow falls to the ground, it becomes water. My bike didn't have a fender, so it was "muddy" as soon as I rode out of the house.
It's windy Grandpa's hospital is in the suburb far outside the city. I have only been there once by car. With the memory of that time, I really don't know if I will find grandpa's hospital. But the thought of grandpa's face makes my heart boil. I have to go! As far as I can remember, this is the farthest time I rode a bike. I rode in the muddy snow for three hours and finally got to grandpa's hospital.
5. Imitate an essay of 150 words. Football fans.
That night, the night was dark and windy, and the moon was high in the sky. Eyes are sparsely distributed in the dark blue sky like stars. That night, it was surprisingly quiet, but my home was very lively, because the fans' father was watching the ball at home and driving the "football part".
Father has a flat head and a dark face, but you can see that his teeth are white. Although he smirked "gnome male-"all day, he really knows football and is obsessed with it.
"Go in! Alas-"Look, my dad is watching the ball again. Just now, his face suddenly slipped from excitement and tension to expressionless and complaining-why didn't the ball score? After a while, he cheered again. Why? Goal! He immediately blushed and was ecstatic, just like a bird, as if to fly high.
According to my mother, it seems that my father didn't go to bed until three o'clock. Before going to bed, he told her how to play well and how powerful his favorite player was. Mom also said that she slept until midnight and was suddenly shouted by her father, "Good shot!" Wake up. He even sings his beloved football when he sleeps!
Not bad this time. In the days of the "World Cup", in order not to be bored before watching the ball, he specially cooked a pot of beef and tomato soup. The ball game started, and he sat in front of the TV to watch it on time. An hour passed, and he suddenly smelled a burning smell. Is the beef soup burnt? He thinks so. He was about to get up when he saw a player "kill" the ball into the penalty area. Dad no longer cares about his beef soup, and always looks at the players on TV with his eyes. Wait until he finishes watching the game, then go to see his beef soup. Oh, is that still a dish? -the soup has been burned to the end, and there is a layer of crispy rice under the pot. There are only black beef and tomatoes in the pot.
There are many other stupid things he did for football: for example, he forgot to buy rice, added monosodium glutamate to sugar porridge, and forgot to clear the mahjong table before the leader came to see him ... there was nothing he could do. Football, dad's medicine; Football is a good way to stop dad from hitting you; Football is an indispensable part of dad's life. ...
6. The imitation composition of grade three is about 200 words. White clouds are a collection of blue sky, and purity reveals the innocence of blue sky; Stars are a collection of the night sky, and the light of the night sky is reflected in the flicker; The spray is the collection of the sea, and the scroll contains the surge of the sea ... My small collection contains laughter and tears, persistence and strength, youth and immaturity, courage and strength.
I like collecting emotions. Sadness, happiness, pain, sadness, melancholy ... all kinds of moods are like beating notes, intertwined from deep to high, composing a beautiful melody.
Whenever the music plays, the mood will dance with it and go back to the past. I like collecting impressions.
A book, a song, a passage, a shot, or a move will always move me. Every touch is connected in series like a pearl, and this touch is gently buried in my heart.
I like collecting peace. As night falls, I sit at the window and count the stars in the sky, shining like diamonds. All the noise seems to be covered by this light, and everything is immersed in peace.
How comfortable it is to precipitate your feelings in peace! I like collecting romance. Under the cherry trees in the yard, the wind blew, and the petals danced and danced in the air. From a distance, the beautiful sakura rain is slowly falling.
As a result, the heart also rotates in the air with the petals of cherry blossoms, experiencing the tiny happiness heating up rapidly in the air. As time goes by, my collection is increasing, and my memories are getting thicker and thicker like a book.
I like my collections, because they bring me endless happiness and imagination, just like the white clouds in the blue sky, the starlight in the night sky and the waves of the sea.
7. Ask for an imitation composition (600 words). Lonely moon in the air, lotus in the water and plum in the corner. ? Lightness is an open-minded mind and a feeling born from dust. ? The taste is light, and the taste is "the heart is as wide as the sun and the moon", "the lonely moon wheel in the sky" and "building a house is human, but there are no horses and chariots". ?
Light is the tranquility of "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream", the idyllic leisure of "cold moon in the willow shadow, a few piccolo", the swimming of Zhuang Zhou, the rambling of Ji Kang, and the beautiful wife and crane of Lin Hejing. ?
I like to be close to nature, listen to the sounds of nature, feel the feelings of heaven and earth, stand by and watch the lake, listen to the clear spring of the mountain stream, watch the butterfly dance among flowers, watch the cycle of the four seasons, enjoy the light life, enjoy the company of white clouds and cool breeze, be friends with aesculus, and walk with the small bridge. ? The prosperity of the world has blurred the eyes of too many people, but in fact, we can't blame others. Looking at the flowers in the fog and the moon in the water, can you explain the vagaries of this world? So they were disappointed, miserable and unable to extricate themselves. At this time, I just want to say to such a person: why don't you read the light and taste her charm, so that you won't be so depressed. ? If you are friendly with your friends, you can get rid of the thunderbolt, live under the cross gate, listen to the sound of silk and bamboo, touch your pillow and be an idle person in the world. If you are a light friend, you can stand still in the courtyard and look at the Leng Yue outside the window. It feels clear and bright, but it is not desolate. Listen to the chirping of autumn insects outside the wall, which only means being close, but not feeling bleak. Make friends with lightness, and you can live a quiet life in your heart. Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, watching the clouds rolling in the sky, being shocked and unwilling to stay. ?
Taste is light, we should understand that real light is not indifference, passivity, affectation or deliberate carving. It is leisurely, unpretentious, with breathtaking power but not wanton publicity. It is a confession in the depths of the soul, an emotional accumulation, a blend of body and mind and nature, a feeling of returning to nature, and a state of mind of returning to nature. ?
Read the lightness and the true meaning of life. ? Read the feeling of lightness, the rhyme of lightness, and the realm of lightness. ? Light taste, high quality, infinite heaven and earth.
8. Imitate a composition of more than 600 words. Imitate the composition of grade one to grade two. Imitate the original text casually. August 7, 2009.
The summer camp finally started, and I was excited for a long time. Today, we went to our destination-Lingxi by bus.
After the opening ceremony, we will visit the bee garden along the landscape lights. At first, we were all very excited. Someone sang, and everyone was talking and laughing, which was very strong. Every time we pass a village, the old coach stops to cheer the group up and sing. The sixth team is not far behind, and the songs are one after another, and the sound is very loud. Everyone is very happy. After about a kilometer's journey, we arrived at the first rest point. After all, we have never traveled such a long distance before, so we sat down wearily. The accompanying school reporter also interviewed us, and a boy walked away shyly.
In this way, we laughed and walked all the way, and the rest next to me were locals. So he became our "guide" along the way, and he could tell us exactly how many hotels and several new houses were nearby. Every time his tenor is always a blockbuster, sometimes it makes Zhu Wei turn around, which is very funny. Finally, we arrived at the bee garden and ended the life of the bees.
In the evening, all activities were cancelled because of the rain, but we still couldn't stop our enthusiasm for collective life. Although the day is tired and bitter, we still can't sleep. We kept whispering to each other until the coach came to inspect me. I was still very excited and refused to sleep for a long time.
2009.8.8
Today is the second day of the summer camp, and we started the most abundant day. At nine o'clock in the morning, we began to climb the mountain. We talked and laughed all the way, and the songs echoed in the valley. We collect specimens in the morning, pack jiaozi on the mountain at noon and cook by ourselves. When jiaozi was wrapped, everyone was in a hurry. Every bag looked like a steamed stuffed bun. In the afternoon, we started a fishing competition. As soon as we went in, the fish ran around and didn't catch any. At this time, coach Wang said, "No one is allowed to have dinner unless he gets wet." Everyone reveled and had a water fight. In the evening, the bonfire party cancelled due to rain yesterday was held as scheduled. With us were teachers and students from Railway Primary School, and Sashido became lively. Outside the door, on the window, there are villagers who come to watch. With the leaders in place, students came in one after another.
First, six teams performed programs respectively, mostly singing. Only our team has a unique style and put on a good show. Even their teacher is interesting. They beat cats and mice, twisted their waists, shook their left hands and stretched out their right hands, which made us laugh. The students of the first primary school also performed a cheerful duet, and the childish voice made people happy. They also performed a chorus.
Next, the students "showed their magical powers" and Wang Jiajun of our team jumped up. At first, his voice was very low, as if writing a background for a touching story. The later, the faster the voice, the higher the tone, and the sudden end, as if a touching story had a happy ending. A classmate's words are even more interesting, saying that he would like to present a song "Brothers" to his male compatriots. What about the female compatriots? Sisters? Don't! "I can't sing my sister, I can't sing my mother, and I can't sing my sister. Come and sing love when I die. " Finally, everyone fainted by quoting the classic sentence "Aha" from Xiao Shenyang.
Happy times are always so short. Soon, the party ended. Under the guidance of our tutor, we sang "The Same Song" and "Unforgettable Tonight" and spent this unforgettable night.
2009.8.9
Today is the last day. We want to make solar cars and helicopters to tell everyone to protect the environment. We were reluctant to leave, but we got on the bus leading to school. Instructor Cao, who likes excitement, naturally won't miss this opportunity: "Instructor Li didn't sing at the bonfire party yesterday", "Yes", "Let him give us a piece", "Yes", "You can sing whatever I say" and "Yes!" When I tell you to sing, you sing. You can sing. Dishonorable. The instructor's humorous words amused us at once. Li, our instructor, got up and sang a few words. As a result, instructor Cao said, "There are two Li in our car, and they call that one to sing. As a result, this one sang again. You must sing this time. " Under the booing of the classmates, the instructor Li also sang, and I couldn't help admiring the eloquence of the instructor Cao.
At about 4 pm, we arrived at the school, ending the three-day journey, ending the three-day struggle and happiness, leaving precious wealth in life.
9. I love you Chinese characters are the pride of China people, the crystallization of wisdom from generation to generation, and a magical font.
Every Chinese character is composed of these simple strokes, but it has its own feelings. Looking at them, you will feel their unique personality. When you see the word "sunrise", you can feel a ray of bright sunshine shining on you, and when you see "sunset glow", you will be fascinated by the gorgeous colors. When you see the word "reverence", you will feel a sacred power. The word "happy" makes people smile, while the word "sad" makes people frown. The word "ha" makes people smile, and the word "whoops" seems to be crying at first glance; "Xiang" seems to exude floral fragrance. After the word "carefree" appeared, you were as happy as a bird. When you see the word "pull a long face", you will think of a sad face. ...
When you write vivid Chinese characters with a pen, you will definitely sigh the wonder of Chinese characters. It is like a skilled magician, sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes as heavy as Mount Tai, sometimes as slender as hair, and sometimes as charming as a lion. Every word is a colorful picture page and a movement of cheerful notes. They also have a long history: from Oracle Bone Inscriptions to inscriptions on bronze, seal script, official script and cursive script.
Chinese characters are like spirits full of aura, dancing happily on paper, and their posture is so beautiful and charming. I always revel in this beautiful state. Although every word is so ordinary and common, in fact, they are hidden and contain rich cultural ideas. Every Chinese character has its origin and meaning ... If you encounter any troubles, sit down and listen to a beautiful prose in your mind.
Every Chinese character has gone through an unpredictable road before it can be passed down to this day. It is the crystallization of the wisdom of the Chinese nation, the great creation of the Chinese nation and the glory of the Chinese nation. Chinese characters make our culture in by going up one flight of stairs, China.
Hearing the word "Chinese characters", I can't help but be awed. Chinese characters! I really want to say to you: "I love you!" " "
10. Articles that are easy to imitate are simple. You should be able to imitate them. O (∩ _ ∩) O。
What is the brightest star in the world? Maybe you will answer with one voice: "A comet, of course!"
Yes, it is true in the vast universe, but I want to ask, who is sticking to his duties and serving the people as always? In an ordinary post, radiate a different light?
Presumably, some people will say, 360 lines, each line is a champion. There will be elites in all walks of life. But what I'm describing today is not the elite, what I want to say is the great electrician uncles.
Today, I am in the river. Suddenly, the computer screen went completely black. I examined it carefully, only to find that the violent typhoon had broken the wires. This really worries me. Just when I was anxious, I looked out of the window. Ah, it turned out that it was the electrician who tried his best to climb the telephone pole step by step in the wind and rain.
In the storm, they looked so tall and burly. In an instant, they have an indelible position in my heart.
"Hoo-",the electric fan turns and the computer starts. "Ha ha, electricity is coming, electricity is coming."
I looked out of the window again, and a straight telephone pole stood there. And the lovely electrician uncle climbed down the telephone pole step by step. The autumn wind mixed with fallen leaves brought a cool breeze. Seems to be the brightest star.