The story goes like this: Bing Xin is a famous modern female writer in China. When she was a "little girl", she began to read China's literary masterpieces such as Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin. She envied these writers for making up so many interesting stories. One day, she gave her book a name, called Hero of Caoshan. Since then, she edited books in the study every day and reread articles written during the day every night. When she found something that didn't make sense, she immediately drew a horizontal line and thought of some better sentences.
After reading this article, I feel very ashamed, because I don't have Bing Xin's spirit of Excellence. I remember one time, the teacher assigned a composition describing the characters, and I casually wrote an article to play with my friends, which was sloppy. The composition was sent the next day, and the paper was full of revised symbols and dense fine print.
On this day, after learning Bing Xin's story, I learned that I should carefully scrutinize and revise my composition in the future and form a good habit of being meticulous.
2. A 300-word excellent composition describing Bing Xin's hundred years. In the textbook, I met Bing Xin. She is a kind grandmother. She lived for about a century and was a famous writer at home and abroad.
When she was a child, she grew up in Yantai with her father. She contacts the sea every day and makes friends with sailors, which makes her a child in a cage. She often goes to the mountains, where she knows everything. On the day when dandelion and bitter herbs bloom together, the mountain seems to be covered with stars, which will cause Bing Xin to run around.
Bing Xin is the elder statesman of China's new literature movement since the May 4th Movement. She initially opened a clear sky in the literary world with meaningful and beautiful new poems. After a hundred years of life journey, it ends with such a poetic ending, which is a much-told story in the literary world.
Bing Xin wrote many works in his life, including To a Little Reader, To a Little Reader Again, To a Little Reader Three Times, We Wake Up in Spring, Little Orange Lantern, Ode to Cherry Blossoms and so on.
Grandma Bing Xin's works also inspired me a lot: when I was unhappy when I walked and wanted to step on a flower, Grandma Bing Xin told me: Don't step on this flower; When I'm bored, I think about grandma Bing Xin's communication. When blowing bubbles, I remembered grandma Bing Xin's soap bubbles when she was a child. They float high in the air, and colorful lights gurgle on them.
Ah, grandma Bing Xin, I will remember you, because your works left me the best side!
Describing Bing Xin for a century mainly highlights her kindness, her works and respect for her.
Write a 300-word or 200-word soap bubble composition after Bing Xin. I played many games when I was a child, among which blowing soap bubbles was my favorite.
In the rainy season, we can't go to the mountains and the seaside to play, so my mother taught us to blow soap bubbles on the porch. She said that in the rainy season, the weather is wet and the soap bubbles are not easy to break.
We put the remaining soap head in a small wooden bowl and add some water to make it melt. Then we soak a thin bamboo tube in thick soapy water and blow it up slowly to make a light and round bubble. By the way, the light and round ball fell from the bamboo tube and floated slowly in the air. If we use the fan below,
This soap bubble is very beautiful, with five colors floating around on a clear and transparent sphere. If the fan moves well, a big ball will break into two or three delicate balls and be scattered everywhere. Sometimes if you blow too hard and fan too fast, this fragile ball will be pulled long and shaky, and the light and shadow will be messy. At this time, everyone is hanging their hearts and lowering their heads.
Those balls were blown out gently and carefully by ourselves. They fly gently, so round, so free, so transparent, so beautiful. With the breeze of fans, they fly to the sky one by one, gently next to the bright moon, across the Tianhe River, and follow the sunset. Or they float across the sea and fly over the mountains ... Looking at them, our hearts are full of happiness, pride and hope.
When reading and teaching me to write a 300-word composition, I often ask my parents some strange questions. They always smile and touch my little head and say, "Son, grow up, and the book will give you the answer." Gradually, when I grow up, my desire for books is also increasing. When I was in kindergarten, my mother often bought me some illustrated books and fairy tales. It's always those nights In my dream, I continued this touching and interesting story ... When I was in primary school, my father bought me many books with historical knowledge, such as Five Thousand Years in China and Illustrated World History. There are popular science knowledge categories, such as "100,000 Why" and "Children's Encyclopedia" ... It is these history books that let me know the glorious history of the Chinese nation and let me know historical celebrities at all times and at all times; It is these popular science books that let me understand astronomical geography. Grandma Bing Xin once said, "Study hard, study hard, study hard." Open books are really beneficial, not to mention extensive reading! In order to motivate myself to develop good reading habits, I will take Xun Kuang's famous saying: "If you don't accumulate steps, you won't reach a thousand miles, and if you don't accumulate steps, you won't be a river." As my motto! I love reading, and reading grows with me.
Grandma Bing Xin came to our school to write a 300-word composition. I looked at a blank composition book and bit my nose. The teacher left another composition. How should I write it? What worries me most is the composition.
"Hi, hello, I'm the goddess of fate." Suddenly a beautiful girl with wings appeared in my room. "Do you have any wishes? I can help you achieve it! " She said again.
"Then take me to see grandma Bing Xin!" I said. No sooner had I finished than I was sucked into the time tunnel.
"Boy, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" As soon as my feet touched the ground, I heard grandma Bing Xin's kind voice. I looked up and looked at it carefully. I have silver hair and a kind smile. It's really grandma Bing Xin!
"Grandma Bing Xin, can I ask you a question?" I can't wait to ask.
"Go ahead." Grandma Bing Xin is still smiling kindly.
"How can I write a good composition? Why do I always write badly? " I said with some distress.
"The most important thing to write an article is to change it. Good articles are all changed, so you should accumulate more and observe more at ordinary times. You can certainly use it when you write it yourself? " Grandma Bing Xin smiled at me.
"Yes!" I replied.
"wake up! Isn't the child writing a composition? How did you fall asleep? " Mom's voice rang. ...
Although this is only a dream, it has a great inspiration to me.
6. From The Story of Bing Xin, I feel that Bing Xin, a long-lived and blessed birthday girl, has maintained an indelible childlike innocence for 99 years and left an indelible artistic wealth for the literary treasure house.
Bing Xin is a sea idiot, just like her. In our hearts, the sea has life and feelings. The goddess of the sea lives on the lighthouse island, with Hai Xia as her flag and the island as her entourage; At night, she waved white clothes, wore a crescent comb on her head, and hung a star-like wreath on her chest, flying gracefully over Yu Haibo ... "Compared with Bing Xin, my childhood has many similarities with it, including an enlightened father, a virtuous mother, a learned uncle and a sister who fought with me.
At that time, four chasing feet were playing on the beach. I think Bing Xin in the hospital bed must have passed on her love for the sea to us by lapping the waves on the rocks. Remember the first time you saw the stars? "Spring Water" was in the second grade of primary school. I studied for three weeks. Because I don't know many words, I basically don't understand them. The only thing I can understand is the conversation between Bing Xin and her mother Yang Fuci. "Mom, why on earth do you love me?" "Why not, just because you are my daughter" is the first time I feel the "philosophy of love", but I think this encounter with "philosophy of love" is the happiest encounter in my life.
For ten years, I have been in intermittent contact with Bing Xin's works. The love between He Bin and Lu Er in Superman calls for He Bin's long-lost soul.
Miss my mother in melancholy and homesickness. Two families and two children have different fates because of different education.
These are all ideological avenues that Bing Xin opened up in that turbulent era for people who were imprisoned in a decadent society for thousands of years. I think Bing Xin wants to use the "philosophy of love" to cure the ills of old China. This is just a kind wish of hers, but it is actually an illusory dream.
The cruel society seems unable to tolerate her simple kindness. In the process of establishing the "philosophy of love", Bing Xin is also struggling to explore the road of life. She always doubts her beloved philosophy, then confirms it, and then doubts it, so that she laughs at herself, is confident, and is full of distress and contradictions.
However, with this doubt and persistence, Bing Xin, like Michelangelo, carved solid marble into David. Bing Xin met him because of a misunderstanding. This misunderstanding made her know Mr. Wu Wenzao, a famous scholar and professor who later became her lifelong companion. They fell in love for 56 years and accompanied her for 62 years.
There is a beautiful and sweet love between Bingxin and Wenzao. After studying abroad for three years, two boxes of letters, the novel Farewell to the Girl and the short poem Acacia expressed the girl's heart and made a lifelong commitment.
The decade of the Cultural Revolution was the most peaceful day for Bing Xin and Mr. Wen Zao. The two were approved as villains by their respective units and assigned to the Agricultural Office for "inspection work".
Their desks are opposite to each other. They arrive at the office at eight every morning and go home for dinner at twelve noon. Write at two o'clock in the afternoon and get off work at six o'clock.
Such a quiet life is what I yearn for. Maybe you will say that I have no ambition, but this is my dream: living by the sea, having my own restaurant, cooking my favorite dishes, and living with my lover and family at sunrise and sunset every day.
Everything I have struggled for is only to achieve this goal. Dreams become ideals, ideals become goals, and goals become reality.
Sometimes I think this is my philosophy. Perhaps Bing Xin didn't like Sima Qian's Letter to Ren An, like Ba Jin's "confession" to his friends, like Rousseau's "confession" to the maid's heart, maybe he was more burdened than them.
Bing Xin dedicated his life's love to the world and children, and built a "castle of love". She is the old farmer of Wen Tian, the goddess of Wen Hai, and a master among literati! May Bing Xin's literature, like her favorite rose, spread all over the world and soothe everyone's heart.
When you find that there is a person in this world who knows you better, understands you better and loves you a thousand times more, how can you not be grateful, shed no tears, love her (him) and let her (him) love you? .
7. Copy a third-grade composition with more than 300 words from Grandma Bing Xin. My grandma Bing Xin is very kind, approachable and amiable.
I have read many articles by Grandma Bing Xin, such as Little Orange Lamp, Stars, Springs, Returning to the South-For Mother's Soul, West Wind ... Most of them are about love. Love, love for children, love for mothers, love for nature and so on. An obscure word, but it makes people feel kind and warm.
Among them, I like the article A Little Bird best. The style is fresh and beautiful, which makes me feel grandma Bing Xin's love for nature and her complaints about the child who shot the bullet.
Birds bring wonderful songs to children, but they get a drop of blood. In this article, there are many sentences describing the flowering of begonia in spring. To sum up, the flowers bloom vigorously, but after careful reading, you can find that the theme of writing is still children.
Grandma Bing Xin's love for her children adopts the writing technique of borrowing things to write people. It seems to be praising the blooming of Haitang in spring, but in fact it is praising children and their vitality, which is the flower of the motherland.
Love quietly reveals the charm of love between the lines. I think grandma Bing Xin can become the "old man of the century", which may be the power of love.
8. Appreciate Bing Xin's 300-word poem about spring water!
Another year
Still blowing slightly like this.
Can I take another photo?
Thank you for the quiet spring water. I said:
"My friend!
I never left a shadow.
Not just for you. "
twenty
Shantou independence
Is the universe occupied by one person?
three three
Flowers in the corner!
When you are narcissistic
The world is getting smaller.
Xisan
Has Chun spoken?
But her hidden great power
It's already like this
Be gentle with the world!
Liuer
I want to seize the past years.
But in the longitude and latitude of time
It is made of "now" silk!
Sixty-five
It's just a lone star!
In the boundless darkness
I wrote all about the loneliness of the universe.
July 1 day
When I float like a cloud
When you come and go.
Really feel that the universe is too lonely!
Liu Qi
Loneliness increases depression.
Busy rooting out troubles-
My friend!
Happiness lies in continuous work!
bel
my friend
Don't let the spring breeze fool you
The color is not as good as flowers!
Eight Banners'
Young man!
Just looking back?
The world cannot stop moving forward.
Ninety; 90 years; Millennials; Generation y; The 90s; Millennial; Generation Y; the Post-90s generation
Smart guy!
In this lonely world
Can only carry the lamp of "confidence"
March in the dark.
One zero two
My question is-
my heart
Silence in the light.
My dream
But in the dark, you understood for me!
1 12
The bigger the splash.
Standing rock
In silent persistence
The greater the happiness.
One three four
Fate is like the sea breeze-
Blow the boat of youth
wandering
reticula
Through the ocean of time.
Yisanqi
Be quiet!
In this infinite world.
Weak me
It should just be a smile.
Don't say anything
One seven four
Young man,
Take care of the description,
Time is turning pages,
Please write.
9. Who is my favorite writer Bing Xin's three hundred words, and who wrote the affectionate little orange lamp; Who wrote the touching elegy "Dedicated to Mother's Soul in Heaven"? Who wrote a patriotic work-this name will surely make many people who love her work proud. She is grandma Bing Xin. She is also my favorite writer.
From childhood to adulthood, I have seen countless works by Grandma Bing Xin, including Laughter, Travel Notes along Pingsui, Returning to the South, For Young Readers, Stars and Springs. Among them, going back to the south moved me the most. Why do her works always make readers cry? This is the style of a few modern writers, but grandma Bing Xin did it, so I like her very much.
Just because I read her works, I feel that my writing level will improve rapidly and my writing style will become more and more distinctive. In a word, after reading so many articles of Grandma Bing Xin, I summed up her style: simple, sincere, simple and naive. She wrote many lovely works from the perspective of mother and child.
I have fallen in love with literature and writing since I saw her works. Because, Grandma Bing Xin gave all young readers who love literature a sentence: "Creation comes from life. Without the true feelings and facts in life, what is written is not clear and vivid. " Yes, from real life, reflecting what you like or make you sad will naturally lead to better articles. Grandma Bing Xin, although you passed away, this sentence has always lived in my heart; This sentence, only teach me. So I like you very much.
Another reason I like her is that she is strong. According to Grandma Bing Xin, she vomited blood when she was a child, but she lived for 99 years as a writer. Strong, let her embark on the road of her dreams. ...
Ah, dear grandma Bing Xin, your smile is so kind and your work is so touching. I can only complain that my pen is useless, and I can't praise you with any gorgeous sentences. But I did it! I can write as you say! Thank you for creating "Little Orange Lantern" with your deep affection for everyone; Wrote a touching and sad song "dedicated to the mother's soul in heaven"; I wrote those beautiful and sincere works! Grandma Bing Xin, I will always like you! My favorite writer, Miss Yang, is that your works have aroused my interest in reading and writing, and reflected children's feelings between your lines. You are our children's favorite writer.
10. 300 words from Bing Xin's beautiful prose In a warm spring breeze and sunny weather, my mother taught us to do this and that, so that we would not be naughty or clever in the future.
At that time, my mother was also very interested in doing this and that, playing with us, teaching me to draw patterns on kites, and occasionally leading us to plant a yard of sunflowers. Later, when I made kites, my mother stopped letting Aunt Liu at school draw butterflies. She asked me to draw butterflies myself. There are five or six children in our compound, and only I can draw butterflies. Therefore, I like spring, because it is also a day that makes me proud and my mother proud.
Kites, mud swallows and windmills folded with red paper and green paper were completed one by one. Mother twisted a thick hemp thread, strung it together in turn, picked it with a wooden stick, put it together with a green willow branch and pine branch, and inserted it under the eaves of the gray-black old house, adding a lot of color to the old house, and because of them, it became beautiful and warm. The wind blows them, and they are like beautiful butterflies, spinning and dancing on the threshold of spring until dusk comes one after another.
When dusk comes and the sky is getting dark, my mother will polish the lampshade of a glass lamp, then light its bean-shaped wick and put it on a high-piled box. The tall father walked around on the ground, and the orange flame danced enthusiastically in the short room.
On spring nights, parents always go to bed late. Mother likes to cut her hair short in warm weather, which makes her look more energetic.
Mom is used to cutting her hair short, and she has never seen long hair fluttering. Mother prepares lessons under the oil lamp, and father repairs things with a small hammer.
The light was dim and my mother's shadow was reflected on the wall. I like to use my mother's chalk to describe my mother's shadow on the wall. With the different angle of the oil lamp, my mother's shadow is painted all over the wall. I was lying in bed, in my mother's beautiful shadow, and I felt a warm breath coming at me. That's the smell of maternal love, which makes me feel very warm. I soon fell asleep and entered the dream of growing up.
Extended data:
Bing Xin (19001010.5-1999.2.28), female, originally named Xie Wanying, from Changle, Fujian, is a member of China Association for Promoting Democracy. China poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist and essayist.