What is prose? Prose is the soul writing on paper! Let's enjoy the classic prose in the textbook together! Next, I will bring you the prose content in
What is prose? Prose is the soul writing on paper! Let's enjoy the classic prose in the textbook together! Next, I will bring you the prose content in the primary school textbook. I hope you like it.
Primary school textbook composition 1: something happened to Ding Wan's teenager will be unforgettable and haunt me from time to time. Because, you may be able to get inspiration from it and realize some philosophy of life.
This was more than twenty years ago. Once, I watched an acrobatic performance at the Shanghai World Open-air Theater. The program was wonderful and the venue was packed. All the foreign tourists sitting in the front rows were fascinated by the beautiful oriental acrobatics. Together with the audience in China, they applauded every program.
A handsome boy appeared. In the relaxed and elegant music, I saw a pile of tall white porcelain bowls with red flowers in Phnom Penh on his head, his limbs stretched gently and naturally, making all kinds of amazing movements, suddenly lying down and suddenly jumping up ... The bowls staggered on his head, but never fell off. Finally, he rode on another actor, and the two men stood up for a while, lay down for a while, and turned over in various postures. Standing on other people's shaking bodies, it is difficult for him to keep his balance. The bowl on his head shook badly. With a sharp turn, that pile of bowls suddenly fell off his head! This unexpected mistake shocked all the audience.
There is no panic on the stage. The top bowl boy smiled apologetically and bowed gracefully to the audience. A girl came out, swept up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and held out a lot of bowls, ten of which were red and white porcelain bowls in Phnom Penh. Then, the music started again, and the bowl was held high above the teenager's head. Everything starts again. The teenager was very calm and unhurriedly repeated the action just now, still so relaxed and beautiful that the nervous audience were intoxicated by his performance. At the last minute, two people were stacked together again, one after another, and it was difficult to turn around. Bowl, shaking violently on his head. The audience held their breath and stared at the bowl on his head ... Seeing that the body had turned around, several impatient foreign audiences could not help but applaud. That pile of bowls seemed to be deliberately disruptive, and suddenly they danced. The teenager shook his head to keep his balance, but it was too late. The bowl fell again.
There was a lot of noise in the meeting. On the stage, the top bowl boy just stood, sweating and at a loss. It was the same girl who came out to sweep away the broken porcelain on the floor. Someone in the audience shouted: "Come on, don't come again, let's play the next program!" " "Many people echoed shouted. A stocky white-haired old man walked from the background to the light. He still holds a pile of red and white porcelain bowls in Phnom Penh. He walked up to the teenager with a smile on his face and no blame. He handed the bowl to the boy, then stroked the boy's shoulder, shook it gently and whispered something. The boy calmed down, holding a new bowl in his hand, and bowed deeply to the audience.
The music is playing for the third time! There was not a sound in the meeting. Some female viewers simply cover their eyes with their hands.
This is really a thrilling struggle! When the pile of bowls shook violently again, the boy shook his head gently and finally stabilized the bowls. A storm of noise broke out in the audience.
In later years, somehow, I often think of the top bowl boy and his performance. Every time I think about it, there will always be a little excitement. ...
According to the old rules in Beijing, the Spring Festival in Beijing almost begins at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month. "La Qibala, freeze to death in western Western jackdaw", which is the coldest time of the year. On Laba Festival, everyone cooks Laba porridge. Porridge is made of all kinds of rice, beans and dried fruits. This is not porridge, but a small agricultural exhibition.
In addition, laba garlic will be soaked on this day. Put garlic cloves in vinegar, seal them, and serve as jiaozi for the New Year. By the end of the year, garlic is soaked like jade, and vinegar is a little spicy, which makes people want to eat more jiaozi. In Beijing, during the Spring Festival, every family eats jiaozi.
When children prepare for the Spring Festival, the first important thing is to buy miscellaneous company. This is made of dried fruits such as peanuts, dates, hazelnuts and chestnuts mixed with candied fruit. Children like to eat these odds and ends. The second important thing is to buy firecrackers, especially boys. I'm afraid the third thing is to buy all kinds of things-kites, diabolos, harmonicas and so on.
The children are happy and the adults are busy. They must prepare food, drink, wear and use for the new year, so as to show a new atmosphere in the new year.
Lunar New Year's Eve is almost a preview of the Spring Festival. As soon as black firecrackers go off, it smells like Chinese New Year. On this day, I want to eat sugar. There are many vendors selling maltose and glutinous rice candy in the street. Sugar is rectangular or melon-shaped, sweet and sticky, and children like it best.
After twenty-three, everyone is busier. We must clean up once, and we must prepare enough meat, chicken, fish, vegetables and rice cakes-most shops are closed from the first day of the first month to the fifth day of the first month and don't open until the sixth day of the first month.
New Year's Eve is really lively. Every household is scrambling to make new year's dishes, and there is wine and meat everywhere. Men, women and children all put on new clothes, with red couplets outside the door and all kinds of New Year pictures in the room. On New Year's Eve, every household lights up all night and firecrackers are not allowed to stop. People who work outside will go home for a reunion dinner unless they have to. That night, except for very young children, no one slept, and everyone had to stay up late.
The scene on the first day of the first month is completely different from the scene on New Year's Eve: all the shopkeepers put up boards, the firecrackers were piled up in front of the door last night, and the whole city was resting.
Men pay New Year greetings to relatives and friends before noon. Women receive guests at home. Many temples inside and outside the city hold temple fairs, and vendors set up stalls outside the temples to sell tea, food and various toys. Children especially like to visit temple fairs, in order to have a chance to see the wild scenery outside the city, ride donkeys and buy those special toys for the New Year. There are horse races and camel races at the temple fair. These competitions are not to see who is the first and who is the second, but to show the graceful posture and skillful skills of horses, camels and riders in front of the audience.
Most shopkeepers open their doors on the sixth day of the first month, but they are not very busy. The guys in the shop can also take turns visiting temple fairs, flyovers and operas.
Lantern Festival is listed, and another Spring Festival is coming. On the fifteenth day of the first month, lights are decorated everywhere, and the whole street seems to be a happy event, prosperous and beautiful. Hundreds of lamps are hung in famous old shops, some are all made of glass, some are all made of horns, some are gauze lamps, and some are all painted with all the stories of a dream of red mansions or the outlaws of the marsh. This is also the advertisement of that year. As soon as the light is hung, anyone can visit the shop. At night, more people will watch by lighting candles under the light.
Children buy all kinds of fireworks to set off, even if they don't go to the street to be naughty, they can still play with sound and light at home. There are also lights at home: lanterns, palace lanterns, all kinds of paper lanterns, and gauze lanterns, with small bells inside, which will jingle when the time comes. On this day, everyone must also eat Yuanxiao! This is indeed a beautiful and happy day.
Blink of an eye to the residual light temple, the end of the Spring Festival on the 19th day of the first month. Students have to go to school and adults have to do things as usual. The twelfth lunar month and the first lunar month are the most leisure times for everyone in the countryside. After the Lantern Festival, the weather turned warmer and everyone went to work again. Although Beijing is a city, it also celebrates the New Year with the countryside. It's too noisy.
Composition 3 in the primary school textbook: colorful wings A heavy rain has just passed, and the blue sky is like washing. The sea is undulating. The ship rocked back and forth rhythmically. Accompanying me on the boat to Gem Island is a short pier ***dūn***, a signalman of Gem Island Observation and Communication Station, surnamed Gao, who has just returned from Heilongjiang.
Gao Xiao was talking and laughing on the dock. At this time, he fell silent, his lips closed and his eyes became numb. He threw the big bag aside and held a cardboard box tightly in his arms.
In order to adjust the dull atmosphere, I deliberately joked with him: "I guess there must be something delicious in this carton." From home? "
Gao Xiao smiled faintly: "No, you can't eat."
"I don't believe it!" I look serious. "Go public, let me try."
Gao Xiao was a little anxious: "I really can't eat. It is filled with some small insects, butterflies and so on. It flew away as soon as it was opened. "
I've never heard of soldiers bringing this kind of thing back from visiting relatives. I was about to get to the bottom of it when my high lips tightened again and my face was even uglier than before. I know what it's like to get seasick, so I stopped.
In the evening, the boat took us to Gem Island. When the lighthouse at the top of the island shone brightly, the stationmaster of the observation communication station pulled me and said, "Come on, come to our party."
This is really a special party. On the blackboard, the imitation of Song Dynasty is written with three Chinese characters: "Gua Pin Hui", and there is a big watermelon on a white porcelain plate on a small platform. The stationmaster raised the big watermelon in his right hand and said with mirth, "Comrades, this is the first watermelon on our island. Tonight, we will hold a melon tasting to celebrate, and everyone will share the fruits of their labor. "
In the laughter, I know the unusual origin of this watermelon.
Two years ago, soldiers came to Gem Island and set up this new position. They opened pieces of "Teru Shimada" under rocks and beside roads, and sowed the vegetable seeds brought from their hometown together with their deep feelings for building and loving the island. Last year, the stationmaster and the soldiers planted several watermelon seeds. The melon seedlings have been unearthed, the seedlings have been dragged, and the small yellow flowers have opened. But in the harvest season, there is not even a small melon. Some soldiers were discouraged and pursed their lips and said, "Watermelon doesn't want to settle here because our island is hard."
Why don't melons blossom and bear fruit? Is the water not watered enough, the fertilizer is not applied enough, or the soil is not good at all? A radar soldier knows something about agriculture, and he found the answer: watermelon needs pollination to bloom. The island is far from the mainland and there are no bees or other insects. Watermelon flowers don't pollinate, of course, they can't bear melons. After what he said, everyone understood. This year, the seedlings have blossomed, and they carefully pollinate each female flower. Small melons really bear a lot of fruit. They are so watery and lovely. Unexpectedly, after a heavy rain, huge waves rushed to the island, knocking the melons to the ground one by one. Later, when I checked, there was only one melon seedling left behind the big stone, with a small melon. They look after melons like babies, watering and fertilizing them, and dare not be careless at all. Miracle finally appeared, and the first watermelon matured on this island.
The stationmaster sliced the big watermelon, put it in a white porcelain plate and distributed it to every soldier. The soldiers all laughed, picked up a small piece with two fingers, studied it carefully, sniffed it gently, and took a bite slowly, but could not help but exclaim * * * zé * *. It seems that a sweet spring water flows into every soldier's heart.
I pushed Gao Xiao, who was sitting next to me, and said with a smile, "The secret of your carton should be made public now."
Gao Xiao said, "You have understood it for a long time."
"So, do you really want those butterflies to settle here?"
Gao Xiao nodded and told me that he had put all the insects in the carton before dinner. He smiled and said, "I don't believe that these elves will not love the island of our motherland and will not live and work here."
Woke up the next day, it was already dawn. I suddenly found a butterfly on the window pane, facing the morning sun and flapping its colorful wings.