Xiang San's composition 1 "The Xiang Tao River continued to run, and I smiled slightly. I know my childhood dreams. Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away. Country songs always depend on you. The childhood paper plane finally flew back. "
Who says childhood is boring? I said childhood is the sweetest and sweetest.
I always remember that one, two, three, four, five and six of us were playing "melting ice and snow" and playing hide-and-seek. You may have forgotten. It doesn't matter, after all, it was four years ago, but I remember it very clearly-I liked chasing you at that time because you always bullied me, but you asked me to do so afterwards; I like to hide with you when playing hide-and-seek, because no one can always find your hiding place, but it's too dark, so you immediately take out a small flashlight to illuminate. I wonder why you brought a flashlight.
You are two years older than me. Should I call you "Sister"?
Maybe life is really not as beautiful as the lyrics. I can still make origami planes, so what? I can't get out of my childhood-I can't get out anymore.
Yesterday, the six of us got together again and held a wedding reception together. After four years, we finally came together one by one. I can only say that time is really terrible and magical, and it has changed everything for us, so that I can't see the shadow of childhood hide and seek! Maybe you cherish it, so you took us shopping and playing games, but as you know, that's not what we want, but now we have lost the childishness of playing hide and seek.
In the car, I mentioned all kinds of memories four years ago. You said, "In fact, at that time, we were all fine and had real happiness. Now children only play video games. " This is a good point. Maybe today's children think online games are the best playmates, but they don't know that we had better fun when we were children. That childhood was really sweet as honey and fragrant as rice!
Time is thin and fingers are wide. It's time to eat in a blink of an eye. Everyone feels bored and doesn't know what they have gained this day. Memories No, memories are in the past. I can't take them with me. Are you happy? No, this happiness is hypocritical. Compared with childhood, it is simply vulnerable!
Just visiting. If you really exist, be sure to come to me. I want to enjoy the sweetness of childhood again!
"To paint your life brightly, first draw your love with your favorite color and smile. Success is not an end. This is called the meaning of making yourself happy. My childhood paper plane finally flew back! "
I walked around the campus, heard the students reading loudly, smelled the faint flowers on the path, and carefully looked at the beautiful flowers on campus. Rhododendron, chrysanthemum, yellow-flowered wind Suzuki ... are all over the campus, making it more energetic.
Flowers are blooming and competing, and you are next to me and I am next to you. I think azaleas are the most exquisite and beautiful. Because they are all over the campus.
They are all in front of every classroom, beside the pond and the playground. They all seem to say, "I am the most beautiful, I am the most gorgeous!" " "It seems that it is not just them now, but every day. All year round, they just stick to their posts day and night to make the campus more beautiful and decorated more beautifully. Rhododendron, regardless of wind, sand, rain and snow; Whether it is drought or flood; No matter storm, blizzard or rainstorm, they are always so beautiful, so tall and straight, so strong; Not weak, not shaken. They are not afraid of wind or rain.
I remember once, there was a heavy rain in the afternoon. Chrysanthemum swaying, singing rhapsody; The grass is also swaying and singing the rain song; Evergreen also slowly shook his head and danced. Although the azaleas are almost blown to pieces, the azaleas just don't give in, and they are still desperately rooting and not dancing with their heads. It seems to say to the storm, "We will not surrender! If you hit harder, we won't give in! " After a long time, the rain stopped and the sun appeared. The sunshine is so dazzling that it seems to give azaleas a smile representing victory, success and joy.
On the road to growth, flowers are everywhere! How many unforgettable things are around us, how many wonderful moments accompany us, how many strong stories are brought to us by colorful and beautiful flowers on the path, and how many truths are told? That beautiful flower, that beautiful flower, always exudes that faint fragrance!
For a long time, I didn't smell the bitter medicine fragrance flowing at home, but the feeling stronger than that fragrance remained in my heart like that medicine fragrance.
I am another peak with noisy voice, pharyngitis, cough and runny nose. For nearly a year, there is no trace of such "bitterness" at home.
Unfortunately, my father is not at home these days, so I can only spend my voice peak with my mother again. It was a Saturday morning and there were many people in the hospital. We waited in line for a long time and didn't get the Chinese herbal medicine until afternoon.
During that time, it was not the alarm clock that woke me up, but the slightly bitter medicinal incense that filled the air. I like to stand next to my mother and watch her decoct medicine. Stir her strange herbs with chopsticks for a while, and turn the flame up and down for a while. Steam plumes up into the air and then slowly disappears. Therefore, in the spacious room, every use room has obvious medicinal taste. Every time I drink medicine, my mother always carefully picks out the boiled residue and lets me drink it when the medicine soup is warm. While drinking, he said to me, "Chinese medicine works best when you drink it in one breath." I always feel sick whenever I smell bitter medicine soup. At this time, my mother always cheered me on: "Lei Lei is the best, come on Lei Lei!" " It was my mother who gave me courage. Every time I close my eyes, I hold my nose in one hand and the medicine soup in the other, and I lift my neck and drink it off. Every time I think back, the bitter taste always makes me feel my mother's full love and let me drink the bitter Chinese medicine soup with hot chocolate taste.
The home is still full of medicinal incense, and the roses my mother bought are still in full bloom, emitting a faint fragrance of flowers. When the fragrance and floral fragrance of this medicine blend together, it is just the good taste of mother. In the process of self-growth, my mother devoted all her efforts. Her love is like Chinese medicine soup, bitter and astringent, but unforgettable.
It's good to see the taste of that medicine again.
In the sun, in the yard, osmanthus trees are fragrant.
Grandma carefully held the tea tray and came to me trembling: "Come, child, osmanthus tea!" " "I picked up a steaming cup of tea and put it on my nose. A scent got into my nostrils. "oh! "This is not a familiar osmanthus flavor?
Grandma is a person who loves sweet-scented osmanthus. The yard is full of osmanthus trees. Every autumn, osmanthus trees are everywhere! Little osmanthus flowers are covered with branches. The wind blows, and the fragrance of osmanthus occupies every corner of the courtyard. In the moonlight, the shadows of trees are dancing, and osmanthus trees accompany me to listen to grandma's nursery rhymes quietly-"Stars in the sky are shining ..." I lie in grandma's arms and look at osmanthus trees, silk curtains at night, stars and the moon. ...
Childhood is so happy.
At that time, I was very naughty and always liked to climb around trees. The osmanthus tree is like my cradle. Osmanthus fragrans certainly couldn't stand my beating and fell to the ground in fear. Grandma always tells me, "Come down and play, son, you will scare the osmanthus tree, otherwise-next year, it won't bloom!" " Then you can't drink this osmanthus tea! "Grandma always removes the mahogany chair at the right time and lets me sit down. The bent osmanthus branches, like grandma's kind eyebrows, slowly stretch back to their original state and sway gently in the breeze.
"Drink, don't leng? What's wrong, son? " Grandma asked with a smile.
"Oh, it's delicious! Grandma. " I came to my senses and answered in a hurry. I took a sip of tea, and the fragrance penetrated into my heart, which made me feel beautiful.
Since I transferred to another country, I have been caught up in intense exams and studies. The fast-paced life made me forget such a quiet country life. There are only grades, competition and endless pressure in life, and my mind is full of poems, formulas, words and grammar. Osmanthus fragrans and osmanthus fragrans, together with their memories of their hometown, have gradually been quietly diluted by their hearts. And every autumn wind, sweet-scented osmanthus blooming season, I always think of the sweet-scented osmanthus in my grandmother's yard, miss my grandmother and miss my hometown.
"Ha ha, son, it is rare to have time to come back now. Sit down. Come on, grandma will continue some hot tea for you. " I seem to realize something, "no, grandma! I'll do it myself! " I also carefully took over grandma's hot kettle, and the steaming hot water made the taste of osmanthus tea fresh and sweet, familiar and cordial childhood, and that memorable hometown affection. ...
I will never forget the touching time when I lived in my hometown.
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I remember before, when the Dragon Boat Festival came as scheduled every year, my parents would take me to my grandmother's house to look forward to summer. As soon as the door is opened, a burst of fragrant incense will come to the nose. My Sweetie is silent, but full of deep love.
The sweat dripping from grandma's side face was wiped off by the fog in the kitchen. Always like this. On holidays, she always keeps company with steaming fog and friends with the stove. Perhaps because she is too busy or too lonely, she always cooks with her innocent grandfather.
Grandma began to make zongzi. The bottom of the pot buzzed and the water boiled. The glutinous rice in the cauldron is like raindrops, and a cauldron of glutinous rice is churning in the fire.
After a while, grandma breathed a sigh of relief, finally finished steaming, lifted the lid, and the thick fragrant rice filled the air, filled with the laughter of the whole family, making the taste of Dragon Boat Festival more and more clear.
Just out of the pot, glutinous rice is crystal clear, like a child's innocent face, together, like white flowers.
But grandma's action is not over yet. She took out the leaves of Zongzi, which gave off a faint fragrance, like jade in a small pot. That piece of green has long been brushed away by clear water, as clean as a piece of jasper.
Everything is ready, except for the last step, making zongzi. I saw grandma skillfully wrap rice and leaves together quickly. Sprinkle some sugar and honey on it.
After steaming for a long time, the aroma was locked in the green leaves. When grandma served it, we showed off the hand that grandma had put on the rainbow-like small hand ring, held the two zongzi, sat on TV and watched the lively and comprehensive dragon boat race.
Well, maybe that was the happiest time.
In recent years, grandma is much older, and she can no longer wrap zongzi in her hand. I can only buy some zongzi to eat every year, but it always seems to lack some flavor.
The distance between Zong Xiang and me is only a pair of grandma's hands.
It is a great pleasure in life to read all the books of talents in the world and accompany them. I admire those knowledgeable people who read widely. I think they are proud of fame and fortune, envy their wonderful workmanship and like their unfathomable ideological realm. Therefore, reading has become a way for me to get close to them.
I've been different from others since I was a child. When my companions were addicted to Barbie dolls and Transformers, I always found a quiet corner to let the afterglow of the sunset romantically integrate me with books and let me grow up with them.
I grew up unconsciously, and gradually fell in love with books, and I liked writing books, even to the crazy point that "clothes are getting wider and wider, and I never regret it, and I am haggard for Iraq".
I have walked through Jin Yong's martial arts style and Bing Xin Zhu Ziqing's dream of home and country. I feel the male pride of Xin Qiji's novel "watching swords after drinking and blowing horns in dreams". In Li Qingzhao's novel "Things change, tears flow first", I lamented that Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" was cold and cold. ...
Flowers bloom and fall several times, and the book has accompanied me through several spring and autumn periods. Obsessed with the dream of reading, there is a feeling that "people look for him thousands of times, and suddenly look back, but that person is in a dim light." On a happy day, Li Qingzhao and I screamed together: "Fight for the ferry! Fight for crossing the river! Startled up a beach of seagulls and herons "; Sad days will whisper to her: "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much on its mind"; I will meditate on Su Shi in the days of missing: "I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away." "; On rainy days, I sat by the window and watched the rain fall quietly, letting the beautiful words of prose penetrate into my heart, reminding me of leisurely books, lonely cold nights, and Rome. Isn't it wonderful for Roland and Bing Xin to exchange lonely feelings and taste the beauty of life?
A good book is like a rich spiritual feast. I learned to be strong after reading The Old Man and the Sea: I learned to be tolerant after reading The Merchant of Venice; Read the romance of the Three Kingdoms, and understand the general trend of the world, long-term separation will be combined, and long-term separation will be divided; After reading the Water Margin, I learned about chivalry, courage, ambition and brotherly loyalty, and leisurely reading accompanied me to think.
The book tells me that I will never give up easily, so I have been expecting, struggling and pursuing; The book tells me that maturity is not the old heart, but the tears in the eyes can still smile on the face, so I am strong and brave; This book tells me. I would rather laugh and cry than cry and say regret, so I am firm, optimistic and never give up. Let Youyou grow up with me on the long road of life.
Life in junior high school is tense and rhythmic, but the heavy schoolwork burden still takes away a lot of happiness that should belong to us. Although the importance of learning is beyond doubt, happiness is the foundation of life. Imagine, there is no happy life. Isn't it gloomy? For me, a happy life is to do what I like and live a full life.
And the secret of my happiness is inseparable from one word-book. Reading and scouring books, if my life is separated from these two things, it is really colorless. As long as I have free time, I travel in the sea of books and smell the faint ink, and all my troubles disappear. At the same time, books taught me a lot:
I met Li Bai, traveled around the world with him, and saw him chanting wine, which made the sky roar and the cold wind Leng Yue used to drink; I met Liu Yong and went back to that rainy and foggy morning with him. I heard him sing the famous sentence "Holding hands and staring with tears, but I was speechless". Seeing that he was frustrated in the examination room, a song "He Tianchong" angered the dragon and ruined his future; After witnessing his death, he was buried in alloy. Every time I went to Tomb-Sweeping Day, the brothel was empty and half the city was buried. He is a real man! I got to know Tao Yuanming and appreciated his weak temperament. I began to get to know Yu Ji and appreciate the beauty of this decision. I also met Bing Xin and Lao She. I met Lu Xun and Hu Shi, from which I tasted the impermanence of history, the change of life and the beauty of literature.
Reading makes me feel happy, but isn't it the same in the process of scouring books?
Every weekend, holiday, or invite three or five friends, or alone, swim in the sea of books, fingers slowly stroking the beautiful cover, hands have a lingering fragrance; Open the title page and be deeply attracted by the contents of the book. But sometimes I just hate that I can't take all my favorite books home, so I have to put them down reluctantly, hoping that he won't be bought by others. More often, I return home with a full load and my heart is full of happiness, but I forget that there are mountains of books at home and there is no place to put them. How can you be unhappy when you get home and sit in the dim light and look at the results you found today?
Happiness is hidden around us everywhere, but we need to discover, taste and find our own happiness.
On winter nights, cold wind blew into the coat. With a whoosh, I was shivering all over, walking on the road, shivering.
After a week of cold nights, I finally sneezed for the first time this winter last night.
Study by yourself at night and go home. I saw the wall in the corridor and looked this way with my head poked around. A familiar call of "Sister" made the voice so sweet that it seemed that honey could flow out and was introduced to the ears for the first time. Then, a figure staggered over and took my arm. I gently pushed her away: "I told you not to keep dragging me." You are so heavy that I can't walk. " "Don't!" Still tightly wrapped around my arm. "I am angry!" I warned you. She just let go slowly.
Walking on the road, she tugged at my schoolbag belt with her hand. I shook the bag, but she held it tighter and tighter. A dark green cotton-padded coat, a little messy hair, a white and tender face always glowing pink, and a fleshy little hand holding my schoolbag belt followed me forward.
As soon as I went out, the cold wind poured into my collar, sneezed and coughed twice, shrank my shoulders, put away my clothes and walked longingly. Having a little cold, I felt uncomfortable all over for a while, but I still walked along with my scalp, shivering at the same time.
Suddenly the back was loose, and I took it off with a little backward hand. "Great, I can't walk." After a while, a warm thing was put around my neck and I picked it up with my hands. Scarf? I turned my head and looked at my sister doubtfully, only to see that the scarf around my neck was gone, and my white and tender neck was open in the cold wind.
"Why did you take off your scarf?"
"It's okay, I'm not cold. Relatively fat. "
"No, what if I have a cold?"
I started to untie my scarf, and she quickly stopped me: "Nothing, nothing, don't you already have a cold?" Take it. "
I looked at her, nodded, wrapped the scarf, and she wrapped it up again. This time, I didn't refuse and pulled her to the door.
The scarf is warm, and it warms my heart like the hot air in a cold night. It has the unique fragrance of my sister, swaying lightly and filling my whole heart and my world.
An ordinary cold night, an ordinary scarf, and a cute girl who poked around, the air was filled with an unforgettable fragrance.
In August, the osmanthus in front of the former residence bloomed again. The fragrance of flowers bypasses the streets and lanes in memory, accompanied by a little laughter; Leaping over the green hills and mountains, there are layers of blue waves; Knocking on the window of the veil, with the local flavor incompatible with the city, broke into my heart.
Put down the heavy study and ask yourself, how long have you been back? How long has it been since I smelled that familiar smell?
Recalling the past, my favorite is the fried dumpling made by my grandmother, with sweet-scented osmanthus mixed at the door. ...
When I get up in the morning, I will look for my grandmother all over the house and beg her to make pot stickers quickly. My mother also blamed me for this many times, saying that I "don't know how to think of others." At that time, I was willful, how could I listen? I didn't realize until now that making pot stickers is not easy, and it takes time and effort from selecting ingredients to steaming for a long time. It can often be said that "every generation of relatives" accounts for this favor, and grandma can't beat me.
At the end of the lunch break, grandma, who had already chosen the ingredients, began to make them. I often move a small chair and stand on it to carefully observe what grandma does. It's a pity that I have forgotten it for a long time. I only remember the fragrance of flowers on my nose. Grandma touched my head by the pot and said softly, "study hard, baby!" Be a big chef in the future and cook for me! " I nodded hard and seriously. But after a while, I turned around and felt sleepy, and went back to sleep. I remember that afternoon, with the mellow smell of pot paste and grandma's broken thoughts. Now, lunch break has become a mechanical task, a little more helpless and a little less sweet.
In the evening, the fried dumpling came out, and its sweetness woke me up. I lie prone on the stove, watching my grandmother fill a bowl of vegetables, go up for a drink from time to time, and shout "more seafood!" And mushrooms! " It's insatiable to stop until the bowl is about to overflow. Grandma called me a "greedy cat" while adding rice to me. The dining table in the room is very small. I always sit on the threshold of the door with my grandmother, talking and laughing. The breeze in midsummer brings the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus at the door, which is very fragrant and sweet.
In a trance, the sky is dim, looking at the same night, it seems that some people understand "how bright the moonlight is at home!" " Their predecessors. I can't help feeling: Grandma, are you looking at the same bright moon together now and thinking about me? However, we are not together. Do you still have people pestering you to make pot stickers? Will the Gui Xiang in front of August still fill the whole house?
The book Xiang San Composition 10 is gently held in the palm of your hand, and each page exudes unique charm.
Books are also fragrant and make me addicted from time to time. My days of free travel are nothing more than spent in books.
I turned around and swept to the "Shuxiangge", which contained books I loved to read. Remembering that the Chinese teacher asked me to write an inscription for the corner of the book, I personally wrote the three characters "Shuxiangge" with a brush dipped in ink. I remember when we put these three words on the wall, it was like holding a solemn ceremony. When I think of that moment, my heart is still surging, and "Shuxiangge" explains everything. Open the book and rub it word by word, and you will be attracted by beautiful sentences and rich and interesting content. Books are colorful and change with the changes of the world and seasons. At that time, I yearned to hold a book, enjoy the light of the four seasons, taste the flowers of nature, and integrate the fragrance of books with the fragrance of flowers.
For me, the best time is Chinese evening self-study, where I can let go of my fatigue, calm my heart, sleep in a book and enjoy a moment of peace. The light changed from bright to dim, and I was immersed in a book.
Ordinary World comes into view. I have put it under the table and walked quietly into the cave world in Shaanxi, watching Shao Pingrun's leaves sitting on the ridge of the earth and listening to the distant and loud envelope tour. Looking at the cave and the narrow path, the old woman said her family chores; Seeing Xiao Xia waiting for Shao Ping in the dust, a good face can't stop the shyness of youth; The people in the field were hoeing the ground with white towels on their heads, and the blue brick houses with few people and black smoke on the brick kilns were symbols of prosperity and reform at that time. I read every word with my head down, as if they were endowed with the most beautiful life by the author, which made me envious and moved. The taste of stealing is beyond words. The book has been floating in the air for a long time!
Turn to the last page, with a heavy heart, and have not come out for a long time.
Books can release our dreams. Books enrich our minds and hearts. As soon as I opened it, the book was overflowing.
Straw House The sleeping thatched cottage among reeds exudes a natural fragrance. The oriole and Miss Gao were boating on the elegant and fragrant lake, and the mulberry put on a cotton-padded jacket in the warm summer. A blue suit can smell the fragrance of the talented woman forest. ...
Read more, smell more, and put down everything in the book! Let this book linger in my heart!