Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. One side of the tree is gloomy and looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs and I can only appreciate it.
2. I asked for a 300-word "Hometown" composition, imitating "Social Drama". I left the reinforced concrete city and reunited with my hometown I haven't seen for more than ten years.
It's almost the Spring Festival, but I haven't seen many people. It's cloudy and a heavy snow is coming.
On the bluestone path, there are several cold front pavilions near and far. The field is a mess, and there are some furry grass people.
The cold wind blew straight into my heart, and it was so cold that it was about to fall apart. Hey! Where is my hometown? My hometown when I was a child was much more beautiful than this, but I have no impression.
Seeing my hometown is like a forgotten village now. I know that those young and capable people have gone to the city.
What's left is just some dying old people. Actually, I should have known, but I still have a glimmer of hope for my hometown.
Now it seems to have gone with the wind. This time I went home for the New Year, mainly to visit my grandparents. Grandpa had an accident and was afraid that he would die soon, and I was his only grandson. ).
And in the second half of next year, I will go to school in other places. In the meantime, there is no time to go home.
I have to register on the eleventh day of the first month, go back to my family before the eighth day of August, and leave here before the eighth day of August. When I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw smoke curling up on the roof of every household. At this time, everyone is cooking dinner.
As soon as I got to my door, the dog ran out and barked at me. Grandma came out to open the door and happily took the big bag in my hand.
When I entered the room, my grandfather was lying in bed. When he saw me, he was too happy to speak. There is a lot of pork and a big pig head hanging on the wall.
"When was the pig killed?" "Thirteen. Thanks for Fuquan's help.
He asks about you, too. I hope you can go to his house when you come back. Suddenly, the picture of my childhood came to my mind: a fiery red sun hung in the blue sky and green rice was planted in the paddy field. When the wind blows, it fluctuates like sea water. There is an adult and a child catching crabs in a stream by the field.
Then the adult is Fuquan. I was only seven years old at that time, and he was twenty years older than me.
But according to seniority, I'm still his uncle! Because my parents are going to work in other places, it will be inconvenient to take me with them, so I live in my grandparents' house in the country. My first impression of Fu Sheng was not good. Idle around all day, with little education.
I fell in love with him in less than a day. Because he can take me to play; Flying kites, catching dragonflies, picking wild fruits ... He is best at catching crabs.
He often takes me to catch crabs. In that stream, he rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, tied a loach basket around his waist, searched with his eyes, opened a stone, and then quickly grabbed it with his index finger and thumb, right in the middle of the crab.
The crab struggled and was thrown into the basket. Caught a basket of crabs, Fuquan burned.
It turned out that the blue-black crab turned attractive red as soon as it arrived in the pot. Fuquan told me the legend of the white snake while eating crabs.
He said that the sea was hidden in this crab shell. If you finish eating crab meat, you will find something like Lohan on the crab shell.
But I have eaten so many crabs, and I have never seen anything like Lohan. The day before my father came back, Fuquan took me to the mountains to play.
There are many beautiful wild flowers on the road, so Fuquan told me their names one by one. Suddenly he asked me, "Do you know mandrill?" "I don't know, is that a flower too?" He became a little serious and explained to me, "Mandrill is a monster who lives in the mountains and catches children."
Hearing this, my heart began to fear. He added: "Children caught by mandrills will be smeared with mud and stuffed with earthworms.
The villagers will beat gongs and drums and scold mandrills before they let the children go ... "I dare not listen any more, and I ran down the mountain crying alone." Then both parents came back.
I hugged them and cursed them for a while. I heard that Fuquan was coming, so I hid in my room and didn't want to see him again.
A few days later, my parents and I went to the city and haven't seen each other since. Speaking of him now, I also asked indifferently, "Is he okay?" "alas! He has a hard time, too! I am in my forties and still single.
Parents died young, leaving no property. He failed to live up to people's expectations ... "After listening to my grandmother, I don't know why, but I just can't help but want to see him.
The night in my hometown is not as noisy as in the city, which makes people fall asleep early. The next day, grandma was going to take me to my father's grave, and Xiaohei (dog name) followed.
I looked at what my grandmother had prepared and said, B3 a# G2 Z( E, {/ Y "Is it enough to burn?" "That's enough." "If it is not enough, just buy it again."
"But there is no shop here!" So we went out. "Ah! It's really handsome to become a young man so soon! " A very uncomfortable compliment came to my ears.
I was taken aback. I looked into the distance and saw a woman in her forties, with dark skin and small eyes, standing on the edge of the field, like grandma's poker. I am ignorant. "How come I don't even know my mother-in-law?" I am more ignorant.
Fortunately, grandma said beside her, "children forget things quickly, so I can't remember them." Then she whispered in my ear, "She is Liu's widow in Shangcun, Xin 'er's mother. "
Oh! I remember. When I was a child, there was such a person in Shangcun.
Everyone called her widow Liu because her husband died early and refused to remarry. At that time, her skin was not so dark, her eyes were not so small, and she was not like poker.
I often play games with her daughter Xiner. She is the bride and I am the groom's official. People in the village often ask me, "Who are you going to marry when you grow up?" I am also happy to say that I want to marry Xin-er.
Now, I look at her in surprise, just as Columbus discovered the new continent and Newton discovered gravity. However, she said coldly, "A scholar's head is full of knowledge. How can he remember people?" "that's not true ... where is Xuan?" I was shocked and hurried to explain.
"She washes clothes at home." "Then where does she study?" "Reading? Can books be eaten as meals? Besides, I haven't been assigned since I graduated from college, and I have to pay tuition.
Who would do such a loss-making thing? "She must have never read a book to tell such an unreasonable truth." Then she can't stay at home! ""of course! After the new year, she will return to work in the city. "
. "Will this do? What will she do in the future? " "Look at what you said, my daughter is working in a hotel now. A few days ago, she took me to town.
Ah! The building is tall and wide, and the bed is soft, which is really comfortable. In the future,
3. I asked for a 300-word composition of "Hometown" to imitate "Social Drama". I left the reinforced concrete city and reunited with my hometown I haven't seen for more than ten years.
It's almost the Spring Festival, but I haven't seen many people. It's cloudy and a heavy snow is coming.
On the bluestone path, there are several cold front pavilions near and far. The field is a mess, and there are some furry grass people.
The cold wind blew straight into my heart, and it was so cold that it was about to fall apart. Hey! Where is my hometown? My hometown when I was a child was much more beautiful than this, but I have no impression.
Seeing my hometown is like a forgotten village now. I know that those young and capable people have gone to the city.
What's left is just some dying old people. Actually, I should have known, but I still have a glimmer of hope for my hometown.
Now it seems to have gone with the wind. This time I went home for the New Year, mainly to visit my grandparents. Grandpa had an accident and was afraid that he would die soon, and I was his only grandson. ).
And in the second half of next year, I will go to school in other places. In the meantime, there is no time to go home.
I have to register on the eleventh day of the first month, go back to my family before the eighth day of August, and leave here before the eighth day of August. When I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw smoke curling up on the roof of every household. At this time, everyone is cooking dinner.
As soon as I got to my door, the dog ran out and barked at me. Grandma came out to open the door and happily took the big bag in my hand.
When I entered the room, my grandfather was lying in bed. When he saw me, he was too happy to speak. There is a lot of pork and a big pig head hanging on the wall.
"When was the pig killed?" "Thirteen. Thanks for Fuquan's help.
He asks about you, too. I hope you can go to his house when you come back. Suddenly, the picture of my childhood came to my mind: a fiery red sun hung in the blue sky and green rice was planted in the paddy field. When the wind blows, it fluctuates like sea water. There is an adult and a child catching crabs in a stream by the field.
Then the adult is Fuquan. I was only seven years old at that time, and he was twenty years older than me.
But according to seniority, I'm still his uncle! Because my parents are going to work in other places, it will be inconvenient to take me with them, so I live in my grandparents' house in the country. My first impression of Fu Sheng was not good. Idle around all day, with little education.
I fell in love with him in less than a day. Because he can take me to play; Flying kites, catching dragonflies, picking wild fruits ... He is best at catching crabs.
He often takes me to catch crabs. In that stream, he rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, tied a loach basket around his waist, searched with his eyes, opened a stone, and then quickly grabbed it with his index finger and thumb, right in the middle of the crab.
The crab struggled and was thrown into the basket. Caught a basket of crabs, Fuquan burned.
It turned out that the blue-black crab turned attractive red as soon as it arrived in the pot. Fuquan told me the legend of the white snake while eating crabs.
He said that the sea was hidden in this crab shell. If you finish eating crab meat, you will find something like Lohan on the crab shell.
But I have eaten so many crabs, and I have never seen anything like Lohan. The day before my father came back, Fuquan took me to the mountains to play.
There are many beautiful wild flowers on the road, so Fuquan told me their names one by one. Suddenly he asked me, "Do you know mandrill?" "I don't know, is that a flower too?" He became a little serious and explained to me, "Mandrill is a monster who lives in the mountains and catches children."
Hearing this, my heart began to fear. He added: "Children caught by mandrills will be smeared with mud and stuffed with earthworms.
The villagers will beat gongs and drums and scold mandrills before they let the children go ... "I dare not listen any more, and I ran down the mountain crying alone." Then both parents came back.
I hugged them and cursed them for a while. I heard that Fuquan was coming, so I hid in my room and didn't want to see him again.
A few days later, my parents and I went to the city and haven't seen each other since. Speaking of him now, I also asked indifferently, "Is he okay?" "alas! He has a hard time, too! I am in my forties and still single.
Parents died young, leaving no property. He failed to live up to people's expectations ... "After listening to my grandmother, I don't know why, but I just can't help but want to see him.
The night in my hometown is not as noisy as in the city, which makes people fall asleep early. The next day, grandma was going to take me to my father's grave, and Xiaohei (dog name) followed.
I looked at what my grandmother had prepared and said, B3 a# G2 Z( E, {/ Y "Is it enough to burn?" "That's enough." "If it is not enough, just buy it again."
"But there is no shop here!" So we went out. "Ah! It's really handsome to become a young man so soon! " A very uncomfortable compliment came to my ears.
I was taken aback. I looked into the distance and saw a woman in her forties, with dark skin and small eyes, standing on the edge of the field, like grandma's poker. I am ignorant. "How come I don't even know my mother-in-law?" I am more ignorant.
Fortunately, grandma said beside her, "children forget things quickly, so I can't remember them." Then she whispered in my ear, "She is Liu's widow in Shangcun, Xin 'er's mother. "
Oh! I remember. When I was a child, there was such a person in Shangcun.
Everyone called her widow Liu because her husband died early and refused to remarry. At that time, her skin was not so dark, her eyes were not so small, and she was not like poker.
I often play games with her daughter Xiner. She is the bride and I am the groom's official. People in the village often ask me, "Who are you going to marry when you grow up?" I am also happy to say that I want to marry Xin-er.
Now, I look at her in surprise, just as Columbus discovered the new continent and Newton discovered gravity. However, she said coldly, "A scholar's head is full of knowledge. How can he remember people?" "that's not true ... where is Xuan?" I was shocked and hurried to explain.
"She washes clothes at home." "Then where does she study?" "Reading? Can books be eaten as meals? Besides, I haven't been assigned since I graduated from college, and I have to pay tuition.
Who would do such a loss-making thing? "She must have never read a book to tell such an unreasonable truth." Then she can't stay at home! ""of course! After the new year, she will return to work in the city. "
. "Will this do? What will she do in the future? " "Look at what you said, my daughter is working in a hotel now. A few days ago, she took me to town.
Ah! The building is tall and wide, and the bed is soft, which is really comfortable. In the future, my daughter will.
There were many things when we were young to imitate social drama and write compositions. Happy; Sad; Unforgettable; There is comedy. But I think the most interesting thing is that thing, which still flows in my mind.
I remember it was a Friday in grade five. All the teachers and students in our school were going for a spring outing in Taohua Mountain, but it rained again that day. What a coincidence! The teacher said, "It will rain or be sunny today." This sentence inspired the fighting spirit of the students! Hearing this sentence, the students were very happy, some cheered and some jumped three feet high. "Good, good" shouted. At eight o'clock, the teacher left the school with us and drove his own bus to Taohua Mountain, a beautiful paradise. On the bus, the students' voices and laughter are louder than the whirring of the car. After more than half an hour, we arrived at the foot of the beautiful Taohua Mountain. As soon as I got off the bus, a fragrance floated into my nose. I looked up at the top of the mountain. It was so high and the ground was still wet. I thought, no way, how can I walk so high and the road is not easy. I looked around at my classmates, who were holding umbrellas as crutches to prepare for this arduous task. I turned my head and asked my good friend, "Did you walk up there?" Of course. "
There is no choice but to follow the "army" up the mountain. Many students don't want to go halfway up the mountain. When the teacher learned that, he advised them to continue. There are beautiful scenery on it. A classmate fell to the ground halfway up the mountain, and I was laughing at the classmate who was thrown by. "No" I stepped on a wet stone and my knees got dirty at once. As the slope becomes steeper and steeper, almost no one in the class can't help becoming a little clay figurine. I was walking, and I accidentally fell down again. As a result, several students behind me followed "Bye-bye". "I'm sorry, bring trouble to you. I hurried to apologize. In this case, what confidence can I have to climb the mountain? " It's really boring You can't have good classes at school. Why did you come to climb the mountain? It is so boring. "The classmate next to me heard this and said to me, this is very interesting. Come with me. " Then he pulled me up. My classmates and I were left behind, but thanks to their help, I caught up with the "army" and rebuilt my confidence.
On the top of the mountain, peach blossoms are in full bloom, as if to say hello to us: "Spring is coming again, how beautiful!" We are sucking fresh air here, which is equivalent to a favor from nature. We should make good use of this time and enjoy the happiness of spring. From this, I also understand that if you want to get a return, you must first pay. If we want to enjoy the benefits that nature has given us, we must climb up without fear of difficulties.
5. Rewriting social drama into prose 300 words Chang 'an, the capital, was captured by rebels and became desolate and dilapidated, but the rivers and mountains remained. Spring has come, but the city is more desolate. There were bodies everywhere, and I couldn't help crying. How prosperous was the Tang Dynasty? Will it stay in the depths of history forever? Is the femme fatale really as the world expected? The sun shines on the face, cold as ice, spring breeze blows on the face, and death hurts like a knife.
In spring, flowers bloom and fall, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. But this year, spring seems to come very late, without the vitality of the past, but it adds a bit of death. Flowers are still developing and birds are still singing. But my heart is always restless and I always want to have a good cry. But what's the use?
The war is still to be fought, and the bitter days are still to be lived. How I miss my relatives in my hometown! How are they now? At this time of constant war, a letter from home is so precious.
Sad! The white hair on my head is getting less and less, and I can't insert the hairpin.
Tears welled up in my eyes and my blood was boiling. When can I settle down?
As I wrote in my poem:
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Don't! I can't be discouraged, I have to wait, I have to wait! Until Datang regrouped and knew that Du Fu had returned to his hometown, until I was reunited with my family! I seem to see the dawn and hope!
But what am I? A poor poet, a down and out prisoner! I wonder if there will be a second one after this point. When will blood feud come in handy?
6. Write a composition modeled on social drama. Under the banyan tree by the pond, I learned ... "I listened to the song" Childhood "and remembered an interesting story when I was a child.
One summer afternoon when I was four years old, it was very hot. My mother took me to the street and bought a big round watermelon.
When I got home, my mother just put the watermelon on the table of the Eight Immortals, and I couldn't wait to ask my mother, "When do I eat watermelon?" "You little greedy cat, my father is working in the field. It must be very hot. When he comes back, we will have dinner together. " Mother answered with a smile and went into the kitchen.
I stared at the watermelon, licked my lips, and clamored for it with my mother. But my mother just didn't agree, so I pouted and moved my head.
After a while, a good idea came to me. At that time, I was short and not as tall as a square table.
So, I quietly moved the chair close to the square table, climbed into the chair carefully, and gently pushed the watermelon with my little hand, and the watermelon slowly rolled onto the table. At this time, I quickly jumped down from the chair and cried, "Mom, the watermelon is going to roll down!" " "The words sound just fell and before my mother walked out of the kitchen, the watermelon fell to the ground with a bang and broke into several petals.
Mother picked up the watermelon, complaining and telling me to eat some quickly. I was so happy that I showed my pride while eating: my mother was fooled.
I stole a look at my mother and found that she didn't find any flaws. So I grinned.
"What are you laughing at?" Mother asked strangely. "Watermelon is cool and sweet, so delicious!" I answered naughtily.
In fact, I know best. Looking back now, I really feel a little funny.