Came here unconsciously. I was born and raised in my hometown: Qingguo Lane.
It seems that the old face has not changed, and everything here is so familiar. I feel that I am back to the five-year-old who is unfamiliar with the world, dragging a pair of straw sandals and stepping on the deep water stains on the slate and blue bricks in Qingguo Lane. The surface of the brick road is uneven. In the thin cracks, the humid weather in ancient Changzhou breeds lush moss, which exudes a slightly obscure plant flavor and conveys long-lost memories. Qingguo Lane is a standard town in the south of the Yangtze River, with white walls and tiles and gray lime gravel. In this vicissitudes of Gu Xiang, I can't help but pounce on the houses built in Qingguo Lane near Dongxiatang. This is my home! My hometown! Qingguo Lane has the flavor of Zhouzhuang in Wuzhen, not only because of the contrast between black and white, but also because of its primitive, primitive houses and primitive residents.
Dongxiatang is full of water. This narrow river is like a gentle and virtuous mother. Its slim figure will never stand down. A few swallows who came back in spring waded past, leaving ripples in my heart. The water in Dongxiatang is very stable, without the dexterity of water. She is tired! Having nurtured the fragrance of green fruits for generations, she is no longer as clear as before, but has more fatigue and burnout.
Swallows flew into the black tile house in Qingguo Lane, into that layer of moss and into my childhood life. "In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people." In the fog of Qingguo Lane, I vaguely felt the eye movements of swallows. It wants to convey to me and asks, "Little Wolf, are you home?" Suddenly I remembered my mother's song: "green wild fruit, peach blossom is wrong;" Green wild fruit, five or two leaves fall ... "
It was a dream. I got out of bed, and I revisited my old place in my dream, revisiting Qingguo Lane when I was a child. Usually when I dream, my hands are always full of sweat, but this time, I seem to be particularly peaceful when I dream.
What does this incredible real dream convey to me? I opened the window half asleep and looked. That is a gray high-rise building. Where are my olives? Where are my olives? She must be hard to find and embarrassed to find in modern Changzhou!
This dream is conveying a feeling to me, inspiring me to return to my Qingguo Lane and jump into the clear river of Dongxiatang with a smile. I hid this precious transmission in a little-known corner of my heart, because I don't think I can even get such a transmission in a few years.
If the sadness of parting is for the joy of reunion, when can I see my olive again after I left at the age of five? Qing Guo, pass this dream on to me several times!
Comments: The faint qingguo lane, the concave and convex bluestone bricks, the sparkling Dongxiatang, the eye-catching swallows in front of the hall and the wandering childhood songs all come from a dream. The little author with delicate mind and unique perspective, with his or her keen brushwork, is conveying to us a dreamy artistic conception, a long-lost yearning and a leisurely feeling, which makes people stay fragrant. However, the reality of life and death continues to convey the author's faint sadness. The century-old famous lanes are mixed and submerged between the cement avenues of modern manufacturing. How can this not cause infinite emotion and endless grief to the author who loves to eat green fruits? The clever little author, relying on the illusory "dream", conveyed a deep humanistic feeling to us and appealed to more people to pay attention to the history and culture of Gu Xiang. Do you feel this "transmission"?
Pass twice
Sunlight passes through the shadows of trees, giving the soul a spring.
One person, one turtle and one world.
Houses are everywhere in spring. It's another sunny afternoon. I squatted in front of the glazed porcelain jar and sang to the tortoise. Orchids emit a touch of new green, reflected in shallow water. That's my grandfather's paradise. However, Grandpa's tortoise seems to be missing one. ...
I bumped into my grandfather who was watering the flowers with his heart. "There's another one?" I asked in a low voice, and grandpa's hand shook inadvertently and was silent for a long time. It was a hoarse answer: "There was another one who wanted to go home after moving here, and he went back ..." "Oh!" I skipped away, not thinking about the meaning of silence.
Flowers are colorful, just like the joy of giggling when I stepped on a turtle with the help of my grandfather when I was a child, but they told me to be quiet, not like when I was a child.
I looked back at grandpa in surprise. Lonely, slow, lost a lot of weight, like a turtle in a porcelain jar stretching its neck to listen to spring, very peaceful.
A shadow, a window and a vision.
There is always a visitor in the old house where the tortoise joins.
We just turned the corner and didn't go downstairs when we saw grandpa's eager eyes on the seventh floor. Suddenly, a happy light flashed.
I went downstairs and turned a corner, but I still heard my grandfather shout "Go" and "Come again". He must not want to be separated from himself in that small window again.
But I am willing to look him in the eye, hear his call and enjoy the warmth of being cared for.
It's just that today's new house doesn't have a small window to see. He just stood in front of the polished floor-to-ceiling glass, and then looked forward to it in the faint smoke circle and in the thick, faint, faint and thick tea fragrance.
Looking forward to looking forward to it, that full of love turned into my silent touch behind my back.
Why do you need to touch your heart? The light of self-love is projected from the silent back and radiated from the staring eyes. Grandpa passed this warmth to me as early as before the flower window and stored it in plain words.
The spring of the soul, in a touching moment, touched the bustling land and spread love.
Comments:
The article uses block structure to lay out the article, and uses subheadings to summarize the content, which gives people a neat and clear aesthetic feeling in form; This paper selects the details that are very common and often overlooked in life, describes his unique understanding with delicate brushstrokes and emotional brushstrokes, and avoids the narrative of running account in material processing, but outlines two vivid pictures, giving people a vivid impression; At the same time, lyricism and discussion are properly interspersed in the description, which not only expresses one's feelings but also points out the main idea of the article; The language of the article also has its own characteristics, including vivid metaphors and vivid personification. It is particularly worth mentioning that many short sentences are used in the article, which are easy to read and catchy, and also create a note-like rhythm on the face, indicating that the author has rich language accumulation and strong ability to choose words and make sentences. What is slightly lacking is the first section of the article. The style of writing is a bit obscure, the theme seems to be not clear enough, and the intention of "transmission" is not very prominent.
3 transmission
After a long journey home, a letter from home soaked with tears sent peace and blessings.
After decades of dreams, flowers have fallen, and a song of "Going Home" with deep affection conveys infinite sadness and expectation.
On the other side of the strait, Yu Guangzhong's homesickness is passing. This time, Yu Guangzhong poured a glass of turbid wine alone, and decades of worries were all on the bright moon. He drank a spoonful of vigorous Yangtze river water, took off a piece of fiery red begonia and stuck it on his chest, watched the distant mountains snow, took off a wintersweet, and passed on the red heat in his heart to his hometown ... The dream was still awake! He can only look at the mountain with tears in his eyes and convey this sadness from one shore to the other. ...
On the other side of the strait, the sadness and despair of love came. On the way home, the strings on the horseback of love sounded gently, suppressing the inner joy and excitement. However, not far away, he stopped first, and his smile condensed into a wry smile. He reached out blankly and tried to touch the soil in his hometown, but he caught Coody Leng's palm. I stepped on the bud of spring grass on this shore and looked at the background behind love. Gradually, it turned into a severe winter. Suddenly there was a crunchy sound, and a pure heart was frozen and cracked in front of the "No Crossing" sign. He crouched down, raised his collar and lived independently in the cold winter when he made a fire. Not far away, all the azaleas in the mountain withered, leaving only one, crying. I don't know what invisible wall stands in the shallow canyon, only this sadness, from one shore to the other. ...
Across the strait, the expectations of millions of compatriots have come. A shallow strait was once too deep to cross. The wanderer filled the abyss hopefully. A bridge to go home is about to be built, and a rainbow bridge to convey love and truth looms in the stormy sky. The wanderer is very happy. He said that his hometown is not far at all, just across the strait. I can show you! From shore to shore ...
I stood at the ends of the earth for a long time, staring at the other side of the strait, listening to a painful "home" coming from the sea breeze. Suddenly, tears poured down, and I shouted, "Come back soon!" " "So, pray quietly, I wonder if this warm tide can pass my feelings from one shore to the other?
Comments: This article has profound implications. The author seeks the layout of the article from the height of yearning for the reunification of the motherland, and his expression is expressive.
The selected materials are typical and unique. Yu Guangzhong is a famous homesick poet in Taiwan Province, and Love is a famous poet in the international literary world. The author chose the homesick poems of two poets as the material to express the theme, which is really a remarkable move.
The article also has its own uniqueness in expression: 1, poetic artistic conception and moving picture. Yu Guangzhong stood on a high mountain overlooking the hometown of the mainland; Love can't ride home; Rainbow spans both sides of the Taiwan Province Strait; The author stood by the sea and looked at Taiwan Province Province, calling for the return of his compatriots. The four paintings show four moving scenes. 2. Indirect reference to the poet's works. The second and third paragraphs of the article reflect the author's familiarity with the poet's works, and the author skillfully quotes poems to shape the poet's image and outline the picture. For example, "Drink a spoonful of flourishing Yangtze River water", "Pick a piece of red begonia and stick it to your chest" and "Pick a wintersweet" are all quotations from Yu Guangzhong's Four Rhymes of Homesickness. 3. Use concise, emotional and meaningful language to express. The author's language skills are very strong. As soon as the pen was written, poetic sentences flowed out from the bottom of the pen: "The journey is long and the return period is far away, and a letter from home soaked with tears sent peace and blessings. I have spent decades in my dream, and an affectionate "Going Home" conveys infinite sadness and expectation. " There are too many such sentences in the text, and such writing skills must come from the author's love for Chinese and his usual efforts.
In a word, this article is delicate and affectionate, which broadens the way for the writing style of the senior high school entrance examination.
Pass four times
You are sweet wine, Li Bai was drunk and dreamed of dying in your arms; You are a colorful picture, and Su Shi is a carefree world. You are a ray of warm sunshine, breaking through the darkness and shooting into my heart. It is you, China people, who hold high the torch of wisdom, pass on knowledge and give the world a bright spring.
Clouds are rolling in the sky, flowers are blooming in front of the court, and the moon is full outside the window. Oh, it's you, conveying everything beautiful to me. Look, "the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass looks close, but there is no"; Listen, "A few early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud."
Li Bai's How the Yellow River Water Moves the Sky, Du Fu's Take a peek at the top, Su Shi's I wish people would last a long time, and Li Qingzhao's People are thinner than yellow flowers ... It turns out that you are incompetent and convey knowledge and hope to the world.
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the lotus leaves are boundless in summer. In autumn, you stop and sit in the maple forest, and in winter, you stay until dusk, and the snow collapses our tent. You will always be by our side, silently contributing your strength to generations of students.
When I was a child, my grandfather often took me to sit in a quiet yard and taught me to recite the famous saying, "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home." Although I don't understand it vaguely, I'm already lamenting your beautiful rhythm, which is so touching.
I didn't really understand until I grew up. It turns out that your world is so vast and magnificent, and you are so colorful. I was deeply addicted to your arms, and I fell in love with your diversity, your elegance and everything.
You opened the window of knowledge for me; It is you who inserted the wings of knowledge for me; You gave me the light of wisdom. ...
Thank you-the bright bearer of knowledge-Chinese. May you always be young and energetic, and pass on the light of wisdom to generations of students.
Comments: When the author focuses on the most familiar topic "Language conveys wisdom", the article has a solid realistic foundation. Chinese conveys a kind of thought and spirit to the young author, so that he can learn to describe nature in poetic language and feel the feelings of literati with sentimental heart ... At the key points of the article, he can show exquisite parallelism sentences, choose philosophical epigrams, or use poetic expressions to make the article look colorful. At the end of the article, it is natural to highlight the eyes of the text and suddenly shine at the moment.
Chongqing composition topic
Choose one of the following two questions.
Requirements: ① The content is specific and has true feelings; (2) Except poetry, the style is not limited; (3) Not less than 500 words; (4) All real names, place names and school names are replaced by English capital letters ABC; ⑤ Don't copy.
(1) Read the following materials carefully, and write a composition according to the content of the materials and the actual life.
1) Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love an inch of grass has is three times! (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
CCTV has a public service advertisement: After one day's work, a filial daughter-in-law calls a basin of foot washing water to wash her mother-in-law's feet. Seeing this move, the young children also made a basin of foot washing water and took it to their mother, saying, "I want to wash your feet, too."
(2) Perhaps, some promises are your heart, and some promises are your impulse; Perhaps, some promises are as you say, and actions are fruitful; Some promises are buried in your heart and will never be said. But as long as it is a promise, it should be solemn and serious. (Adapted from Education, Reading and Writing Workshop, No.5, 2009)
Please write a composition on the topic of "Your Promise". When writing, please finish the topic first, and then write as required.
Full marks masterpiece one
1 white hair
A candidate in Chongqing
Years, flowing from black hair, wind, spreading the message of love, dyed black hair a little white.
When I was a child, under the buttonwood tree, my black hair looked very black and bright under the irradiation of sunlight through the gap. Black hair stood in the wind for a long time, smiling gently, looking at short hair jumping not far away, full of happy laughter.
At night, under the light, long hair sewed a schoolbag belt for short hair. Because the book is very heavy, long hair is afraid that the schoolbag can't bear it, so he sewed a little love on the strap of the schoolbag.
In the morning, Short Hair set out with this stronger schoolbag on his back. Short hair kissed long hair, and its tip touched the tip of short hair, emitting a beautiful fragrance.
In the evening, Short Hair came back with his schoolbag on his back, and Long Hair waited quietly by the door, smiling at Short Hair coming home.
After dinner, on the balcony, long hair and short hair are washed together, and the short hair is covered with bubbles, laughing on the balcony. Wash the foam off the long hair with clear water, gently rub your ears and eyes with your hands, and then gently wipe your head with a towel. In the moonlight, washed short hair looks black and bright, just like long hair, but not as long as long hair. Long hair gently touched short hair and said, "Son, it will grow, just like his *."
When I grow up, I have short hair and long hair, so I can mend my short hair schoolbag, hoping to bear more weight. After my short hair left, my long hair was endless yearning and worry. Time goes by little by little, my long hair is no longer black and shiny, but I am still waiting quietly, waiting for my short hair to return.
Under the buttonwood, there are long hair waiting, and-buttonwood leaves that have fallen all over the floor, and the short hair has grown. When I came back to visit the long hair, I saw a smile on it at the door, but it was no longer black and shiny.
At night, I was still on the balcony, but my short hair turned into long black hair. This time, the short hair from childhood was washed for the long hair, which was as white as foam. In the moonlight, long hair appeared silvery white luster.
The wind, blowing gently, raises wisps of white hair, conveys a little love, and makes short hair longer and darker.
Mark simple approval
In the examination room, this composition was easy, and the marking teacher agreed that this article was a perfect score for the following reasons:
First, the concept is exquisite and the structure is rigorous. Candidates integrate the deep emotion of maternal love into the "hair", and compare the mother's long hair with the short hair of childhood to highlight maternal love. When I grow up, I will repay my mother myself. The full text uses "long hair" and "short hair" to vividly compare mother and herself, which is very creative. Structurally arranged in chronological order, the structure is compact and the end is taken care of.
Second, the language is fresh and the emotion is simple.
Development grade
The language of this article is fresh and simple, just like a cool breeze in summer, refreshing. When the author creates artistic conception, whether he narrates the scene of being with his mother at night and in the morning when he was a child or the difference between him and his mother when he grows up, language gives people a feeling that naturally emerges from the deep heart. With long hair and short hair, the author deeply embraces the mother's love for her children and the child's dependence on her mother, which makes people have a different flavor. There is no flowery rhetoric in this article, but the plain language contains the examinee's sincere love for his mother.
Full marks 2
Listen to you.
A candidate in Chongqing
Mom, I will listen carefully to every word you say.
-preface
When you came into this world, you accidentally became the big sister at home and provoked the burden of life.
You said proudly.
You are a demon in the world at home, and you have nothing to fear, and you will lead a group of people to jump up and down and fight with the opposite sex. Hu Kan Tiandi. I will teach my sisters to catch yesterday's flies, then fry them and force others to swallow them. They say you are "evil" and cover the sky with one hand. I listened and smiled.
You said bravely.
Before the age of 20, you didn't know what a setback was, but you inexplicably married the most popular father at that time. In a daze, she became the mother of the child.
And I am the child, the child who binds you for the rest of your life.
You said with regret.
Later, the opposite sex sister lost contact, and my hometown became the place where I was. You gave up your favorite literature and poetry, the martial arts novel "Jin Liang Wen Gu", the dream of being a woman, robbing the rich and helping the poor, and the free and beautiful life you yearned for. I know that from then on, you only have one role, my mother. The two of us, really don't know whether it is the entanglement of previous lives or the natural happiness? Anyway, you said so much.
You said excitedly later.
You want to go to sea, you want to do business, and you want to abandon all your troubles. But I know you want me to go to a better school, have better prospects and live a better life.
Your nagging seems to me to be the most beautiful and tender poem. You talk so much, which is the brightest navigation on my life.
But mom, I know you didn't say it.
You can't pull the snow off your head and turn it white. You wipe away the growing wrinkles on your face. You said in surprise, what's the matter? I know you are naturally optimistic and positive. But you can't work hard for me anymore.
I believe our feelings go deep into the bone marrow, because I have listened to you so much.
Now, it's my turn to talk.
Mark simple approval
This is also an exam composition about maternal love. There is no doubt that there is a child's love for his great mother between the lines. This paper has the following characteristics:
First, change people and directly confess their breasts. Throughout, the second person describes in detail the selfless dedication of the mother to herself and depicts a great mother. For children, she gave up her ideals and hobbies, and everything she did was for children. Because of this, the author's love for his mother flows in his pen.
Second, the structure is clear, beautiful and tidy. Candidates express their true feelings to their mothers in the form of frontispiece from the beginning, showing their incomparable reverence for their mothers. Then in the body part, through what you said proudly, bravely, regretfully, and later excitedly, the whole text is connected in series, which completely describes the mother's dedication to her children, from which we can see a mother who has made selfless dedication to her children. The structure is rigorous and beautiful.
Development grade
"Without saying a word, it is romantic", which is a realm of article writing, and this article is such a wonderful composition. The author didn't write a word about maternal love in the full text, but there was great maternal love everywhere between the lines. The composition is about my deep respect for maternal love and its greatness. However, the author did not directly write about maternal love, did not write earth-shattering grand scenes, and did not express his feedback on great maternal love. On the contrary, the author changes his perspective and shows his mother's selfless contribution to his growth and education by listening to her mother. In terms of conception, this writing itself is a new idea and innovation, which laid the foundation for the success of the article. Finally, the full text ends with "it's my turn to say", which sublimates the theme of the article and makes maternal love and nurturing maternal love very profound.
Beijing topic: _ _ _ _ _ _ is not over.
Requirements: (1) Complete the questions and copy them on the answer sheet. (2) Style is not limited (except poetry). (3) The number of words is between 600 and 1000. (4) Don't appear the name of the school or the names of teachers and students in the composition.
Perfect work
1 Life is not over.
Actually, my uncle is not related. He and my mother share the same surname and are contemporaries. He is the third in the family, so my mother asked me to call him uncle.
When he first came to work in Beijing, his home became his foothold. The first time I saw him was on holiday, and I was particularly impressed. Although he is in his fifties and tall, he is peaceful, bright-eyed and well-dressed, which is out of tune. However, the smell of sweat, mud or train carriages from his dark and yellow skin really discouraged me. Because of face, and listening to my mother say that he took care of my grandfather when he was in his hometown, I went to the living room to say hello and hurried back to the bedroom. I didn't call him uncle, I just smiled.
In the bedroom, I can still hear him talking loudly with his father. Actually, it's nothing. It is nothing more than the mechanization of farmland cultivation. I can't help but want to find something to do in the city. You can do anything by yourself and report yourself as a bear. Because my voice is very loud, my voice reverberates throughout the house, so I have to speak loudly to describe it.
When we had lunch together, he was still talking about how beautiful the countryside is now, and he sincerely invited my parents and me to have time to play in the countryside. I thought to myself: Why do rural areas come to cities? At dinner, I heard him call mom and dad "brother-in-law" and "sister" respectively. I was puzzled and asked my mother in a low voice before I realized that he was less than forty years old. A little unexpected.
But also from his words, he has a daughter about my age, who is also studying in her hometown, and her grades are very good. His joy can also be seen in the conversation. Say hello to other girls in front of me. Naturally, I was not in the mood to listen, so I didn't say a few words. After eating, I hurried back to my dormitory.
When he went out in the afternoon, he found a job in a construction site. Father advised him to think more. He lives in my house first, and he is not in a hurry to go to work. He refused, saying that the job was ok, and he could do it, and it was 1000 yuan a month! In the evening, he took his bedclothes to the construction site, and his mother told him to stay at home. He smiled a simple and honest smile and said that he was dirty and had a better life on the construction site. My mother thinks he is a stranger, but after listening to it, I think he is very frank and honest.
It's settled like this. I really haven't seen him for a month.
Look at him again. He just brought a lot of gifts, dressed in fresh clothes, his hair and beard had just been cut, and he seemed to have just been soaked in soap, and he still smelled of soap. One of my gifts was an mp3 player, which surprised me a little. He explained it and showed me an identical one, saying that the daughter in the country would definitely like it. Now the children in the city are popular, so he bought two, one for me and one for home. I don't know what to say. Although I already have one, it is a gift from someone else. Of course I accepted it happily, and he was very happy. My parents have to say thank you to him again and again for me. However, I didn't expect that he worked twelve hours a day and earned one thousand yuan a month. This was thought of later, but it was too late.
Because as soon as school started, I forgot him. Although I listened to mp3, I only remembered the melody inside, but I didn't realize the blood, sweat and sincerity of my uncle in his melody!
We all went to his construction site yesterday, but we said goodbye to him, but we never saw him for the last time, because his-my uncle's face was blurred beyond recognition. My third uncle who worked overtime fell from the tower crane on the construction site, which made my heart ache abnormally, and so did my unknown cousin's heart, because the mp3 player he gave me has been hanging in my heart.
I am afraid that he will never hear my uncle's voice again, but I believe he will live in my heart completely, and his "life is not over"!
Missing is not over.
Missing the life in the hutong is transformed into "missing unfinished".
The more I feel its preciousness, the more I often miss it, just like my life in an alley.
In the past, my family lived in a small alley. There are many homes in the alley, and each one is very close. At that time, I even felt a little disgusted with the crowded and noisy life, but now it is what I miss the most.
In the morning, whenever I am still dating the daughter of Duke Zhou, I will be woken up by the early risers in the back row. Brother, go out so early! ""well, yes, you get up early, too. What are you doing? " "I have nothing to do here, get out! "In this way, you can hear it dozens of times in the morning.
I wanted to take a nap at noon to make up for the loss in the morning, but just lying down, the people in the back row had another tea party and had a good chat. From Zhang Si to the president, nothing was impossible for them to talk about.
At night, even if you are already asleep, you can suddenly be woken up loudly. Maybe it's just because I don't know whose clothes I forgot to take. Kind people are always annoying.
Half a year ago, we moved to a completely strange environment, and no one knew us. Without those annoying noises, we naturally don't have to say hello. Two weeks later, we felt very beautiful.
However, my heart suddenly felt empty, and I suddenly recalled some things before. Seriously, some sounds are even more precious once they are missing.
For example, if someone's electricity meter is running out of money, it will knock on the window more than once to remind you that it is running out of money and urge you to buy electricity quickly. This kind of sound is so precious to me who suddenly has no time to save documents because of power failure.
Every time a family cooks food, the whole yard smells of incense. Of course, it is inevitable that there will be one chopstick in the east and one chopstick in the west. What's more, your family will generously teach you how to cook until they are sure that you can also have this unique cooking skill. This kind of nagging is so precious to an insatiable family like me.
That day, walking on the road, suddenly, I met an old neighbor and exchanged a few pleasantries, which made me miss my old place and life there more.
In fact, nostalgia is also a yearning. Really, no matter where we go, we should create this harmonious life of love!
There are many things to share in life in Fuzhou. Food can be shared, joy can be shared, happiness can be shared, and experience can be shared ... life is full of warmth because of sharing.
Please write an article on the topic of "sharing". Style is not limited, and the number of words is about 600.
Perfect work
1 share
The sunshine in the winter afternoon is always so lazy and powerless. Even so, some people in the village warmed up and chatted under its cover.
Grandma is one of them. I stayed with her and enjoyed the leisure in the afternoon. How I wish time could stop at this moment, watching and listening to these white-haired old people telling their processed past.
"Nizi, have a cake?" Grandma put the cake in her hand in front of me. A silver thread connects her chapped lips with the broken marks on the cake and disappears with the extension of distance. I don't know how to answer. I suddenly hope that this period of time will end in an instant and let me leave the embarrassing situation.
"well, I won't eat ... oh, no, it's ... because I'm not hungry, really, really." I put on a show of commitment, as if I believed it all. "ah? Didn't you just say you were a little hungry? Say you are not full! " "ah? Oh ... I am too hungry now, so I am not hungry. " My face is burning, I wonder if it has turned red.
"She thinks you are dirty!" A word suddenly revealed my secret. I don't know what my expression is, just looking at grandma! Her puzzled face suddenly turned into embarrassment, the wrinkles on her forehead changed from tight to loose, her eyes were expressionless, her mouth was still open, but it was not closed, dull, and the sun shone on her silver hair and stung my eyes. I lowered my eyes and didn't know where to go. After about a century, she picked up the chair and left. Looking at her labored back, I felt a sour feeling in my heart.
After that, life went on as usual, and grandma was still very kind to me, but she stopped giving me anything to eat. I always feel that something is missing in my heart. Later, I realized that I lacked the ability to accept love. Old people's hearts are fragile, just like their tired bodies, but they are still enthusiastic and always want to spend all their remaining time making love and surrounding the younger generation. And the way to give love is to share it with you. I still clearly remember that when I was a child, my grandmother always drank a bowl of water first, and then I drank it. She always said that the hot water was too hot. I drink hot, and then you drink hot. In fact, what she left behind was not warm water, but love, warm love.
Later, I understood the meaning of sharing, and time gave me an irreparable opportunity. It took away my regret and took grandma's hand and hurried away! Now, I will copy what I already know and fly into the heart of the person I love with my love. "Mom, this kind of moon cake is delicious. Please try! " Round moon cakes, around two corners, are gone!
Comments:
This is a story. The classic descriptions in vivid details can arouse our deep thinking and guilt!