The Jade Stone Forest is in full bloom, climbing the silver cloud into the clear water among the strange mountains and rocks, which is mysterious, magnificent, mysterious and strange, with thousands of gestures. This is the Stone Forest Grand View, which was prepared by our predecessors. However, the nameless lake in the north, the Antarctic botanical garden and the literati come here to travel and enjoy more things.
If the rain stops in Mao Mao, it will be dark, the clouds will be dense, the sun will not be clear in the distance, the mountains will be looming, there will be few tourists, the soil will be wet, the evening will come and the sunset will hang around. When you arrive at the Stone Forest, you will be filled with sadness and sorrow, and you will look bleak and sad.
If the spring breeze is warm, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the lake will be blue tomorrow, the pine and cypress will grow, the brocade scales will ripple, and the grass will be green. Or the clouds are empty, the beautiful clouds are thousands of miles away, the golden light reflects the water, and the shadow is like its object, and the tourists echo it. How happy I am! You go to Shilin, where people are happy, relaxed, far-sighted and have endless fun.
Hey, honey! Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be sad or happy because of foreign things, don't be sad or happy because of gains and losses, worry about people in officialdom and worry about their kings in Jianghu. If you advance, you will worry, and if you retreat, you will worry. But when will you be happy? The ancients said, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later"! Wes, who are we going home with?
July 1st, four years.
2. Write 1 composition by imitating the first volume of the eighth grade Chinese book "Back". 1 I'm afraid to look behind, because I'm always so silent.
Walking along the back, you can see everything, but you can't see the back you care about, and you can't see where your eyes fall. Then I will be distracted without scruple until my back suddenly turns and my expression immediately calms down, but in fact I am panicked; I'm afraid that a strange face will suddenly approach me.
1 When I was a child, I saw the most figure, as if it were his father. On many occasions, my father always walks in front of us.
Or any occasion. Of course, if he walks behind me, there will be no natural sight and no impression; It happened that my father's back appeared repeatedly in middle school texts and other reading materials.
A gentle shadow, generous and powerful. It belongs to tolerance.
When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella. I don't like to take it.
In fact, it often rains in the mountainous climate of my hometown. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like Xiamen, but it will last. I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was that the umbrella at home was too heavy and long.
I was short at that time. I brought a long umbrella when I was in the fifth grade, and I couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building.
It was opened by a tall female classmate and was laughed at by her classmates. 15 years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown. She is married and her appearance has changed, but I still remember her curled up with an umbrella, although I am much taller than her now.
I don't remember if I was missing an umbrella. Dad will give me an umbrella when it rains, and I'm still afraid of him.
The more scared I am, the more I hope he won't give me an umbrella, but it's impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and her home is between my mother's school and mine. My mother can't walk a long way to see me off, especially when I go out. My father will say, I have already said, take an umbrella on a sunny day, and I am full and hungry.
Then pass me the umbrella. I took it silently, and then walked behind in small steps.
I think I fell behind on purpose. Father found that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down.
So you can see his back completely from the back. Sometimes, I will see the rain coming obliquely, and my father's umbrella is not straight, so I will spray my clothes a little.
On another occasion, my father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the way. Tell them that my father and I can take an umbrella.
I watched them walk away. Father never looked back. He walked ahead in the rain. I called my father. Maybe the rain was loud and my father didn't hear it.
When a person walks, he will bury his head without thinking. Every time someone stops you, you always walk with your head down.
Too many times, I just want to walk silently without talking, if I like my fellow travelers around me very much. At this time, the pace of walking suddenly slowed down.
Will often inadvertently see the back of others. What you see at this time is either silent or irrelevant, or you can see it at a glance, only the back, which takes up too many pictures, but you can't see through it.
Two different people will walk randomly. I once dreamed of my back in a dream.
A strange face seems like a lifetime ago, and suddenly I feel that the world has been hollowed out, leaving only a pale face. When I wake up, I am glad that such an expression face has only appeared once in my dream, and I have never seen it in reality.
In reality, it is distance, far and near at most. It's like walking through the traffic in the back. If you want to keep up or pull, you will be blocked by the garage.
Fortunately, they are not close at hand, but the opposite turn and shoulder are missed. So would you just look at the back?
Reading Zhu Ziqing's back reminds me of my parents' back. But it's not completely different, because Zhu Ziqing's article shows his father's concern for him, and my parents' back leaves me only ruthless regrets.
When I was five years old, I was taken to court, and my grandmother held me in a chair. When I saw my parents, I called them loudly, but they ignored me. My father and mother argued endlessly in court. Finally, I heard that it was awarded to my mother, and my father left the court. I shouted "Dad-",but the "shadow" left me without looking back. Since then, I have lived with my mother and grandmother.
But a few days later, my heartless mother also left me. Grandma wanted to leave me, but she couldn't bear it, so she left me, so I was like a child without mom and dad, living with her all day.
In the days when my grandmother accompanied me, I often remembered the scene of living with my parents: my father rode a car, took me to play in the street and took me fishing by the river; My mother took me shopping and bought me clothes. I can't stop crying when I think about it.
Later, my grandmother sent me to school, and the tuition was provided by my uncle. When my classmate invited me to his birthday party, I really envied seeing other people's parents give their children beautiful gifts and make wishes in front of candles.
I thought about my birthday more than once. I don't want that sweet and delicious cake, and I don't want that exquisite gift. I just want my parents to make up and wish me a happy birthday, but I've been looking forward to today, but I haven't. When I learned from my uncle that my mother remarried and my father got married, I cried bitterly. Man: What? This bear has a skeleton. Sakura? Don't cry, they are heartless things and don't deserve your sadness. You should study hard and do something big for them. "
At this time, grandma's tears flowed down unconsciously. Dad, mom, I want to have a home, a warm and happy home, I want to have the love of my parents, but I can't get it.
Dad, mom, you know, your departure has brought me infinite sadness and resentment, made me feel the pain of losing my loved ones, and made me a child with parents but not caring for them experience many ups and downs in the world! I once again call from my heart: "Dad, Mom, have pity on me and remarry ..." However, all I can answer is the wave after wave of echoes, and the figure that is getting farther and farther away from me and getting smaller and smaller in my eyes ... Finally comment: my parents are divorced.
Looking up at the sky, the cold wind rolled up an autumn leaf and flew away with the answers of the four seasons. ...
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The wind was cold on the overpass, and I lay on the railing and watched the people coming and going shake their heads and squeeze into this vast sea of people.
Looking at the dimly lit shops and employees around, I can't help thinking:
Are they really satisfied with this imperfect life answer sheet?
Standing in the crowd, watching people coming and going indifferently, some are white-collar workers with a monthly salary of tens of thousands; Some are wandering singers, playing and singing in the street; Some of them are key teachers in demand in the school. Maybe this idea is unrealistic, but
Did they really accept this unfair life answer sheet?
Put down your book and sit gently on the blue flower bed in front of the post office. A scene emerges: under the scorching sun, the workers take down the huge stone altar from the truck, ignoring the heat in their hands, and the veins stood out on their legs until they were put away. I smiled and felt a sweat, took back the thick cocoons on my hands, imagined the workers' reluctant smiles, and my heart tightened.
Did they really face up to this heartless answer?
Looking up at the ancient bell tower, children hover in the sky, wondering how many seasons this swallow and this building have witnessed.
The dust is flying, Jin Ge iron horse, whine and Ma Si fill the whole battlefield, the red shirt is as dazzling as the sunset in the horizon, and the red tassels on the iron halberd are like the horn and flag of victory.
When I moved away, I took off my robe and stood on the execution ground. I still remember that the word "loyalty to the country" is still stuck on my back, but it is an unwarranted remark, but it has fallen into an endless abyss.
Is that answer sheet really fair?
Looking up at China and foreign countries, there are countless heroes, but are their answers to life really perfect? Yes! Life is cruel and unfair, but if you don't even fight for it, then the commentator will only get 0 points!
Life is like a book.
4. The eighth grade, the next book, Chinese Lesson 3 Imitation Composition Ants and bees are close friends. But one day, an ant from No.1 Middle School went to the city to look for food. Hear children sing "Our life is sweeter than honey"; There are pictures of bees collecting honey in the picture library.
The ant wondered: how can humans draw them instead of us! Maybe we can find something that human beings praise us in other places. But it searched every corner and found no place to praise ants. He went back to his den and told the king and queen what happened today.
The king and the king were unhappy after hearing this. The Queen first spoke: "Humans are really weird. Aren't bees bigger and more beautiful than us? " What's the big deal!
"yes! It is possible that bees often sting people, and human beings are afraid, so they have to make bees happy in this way. A "bribe" and a "bribe" are really shameless The king said plausibly.
"yes. Humans are really blind. What do we have against mankind? Humans protect them. Their backstage is always so big and unfair! Ants are complaining for themselves. " Well, I understand everyone's difficulties, and I often don't want to take revenge for it! I'll ask them myself tomorrow. Said the king.
Early the next morning, the king went to the bee kingdom on foot with dry food. It's really hard to wade all the way. Without food, the king was very sad, afraid that he could not get revenge in the bee country, and he was disheartened. At this time, he saw a new flower, so it was inconvenient to lie down and eat it with relish. Eating and eating, it saw a bee flying towards it, and hatred welled up in its heart, so it asked loudly, "Bee! Why should humans praise you instead of us? !
The bee said quietly, "This question is not difficult, so I won't praise you, because you only think about yourself and do things for you." The queen ant was speechless and left with conviction.
After returning home, the ant king came to the bee kingdom with his children and grandchildren.
5. What is the 700 words I promised?
There are too many promises in people's life, and they are used to paying attention to the contents and results of the promises, but gradually forget what the most beautiful things in the starry sky contain.
When we stop, think carefully, bend down and pick up some petals about commitment in the river of memory, the scenes that come to mind are enough for me to give a perfect answer.
It turns out that commitment is the dream of an eagle flying in the blue sky, full of lofty ideals, but on the way to realization, isn't it full of tears and sweat?
I still remember that in the early autumn of that year, the warm sunshine was sprinkled on the stone bench on campus through the leaves that had not yet fallen, and everything seemed quiet and serene. Under the tree, two little girls sat back to back on the grass, thinking about their future. "Be sure to take the exam in the province!" "Two seeds of commitment take root and sprout in a small heart, and then live in two places. Although the time passed in a hurry, they still studied hard, lit a lamp at night and read books, silently watered them with their own sweat and tears, waiting for the day when flowers bloomed.
The original promise was to break through the warmth of snow, even if the snow is fierce, it still can't cold my heart.
That winter was really too cold for us children who grew up in the south. Dad took me to school and asked me when I would finish school. He came to pick me up. I told him about 4: 30. My young memory is still incomplete, forgetting the fact that I still need to clean that day. I secretly blamed myself at school and felt a little sad. I was afraid that my father would catch cold if he came early, but I had no choice but to look on the bright side: maybe my father would be late for a while because of the cold weather. This has been the case until school is over. I hurried out of the school gate and saw my father's body waiting in the cold wind. I was surprised, but I was not surprised. My father didn't complain when he saw me. He just asked, "Why did you come out now? Is there anything wrong? " There is no answer, just wringing my father's cold hand and feeling the warmth from my heart.
It turns out that the promise is an old tape, and the story is ordinary, but inadvertently looking back, I saw the most touching scene.
I like to sleep late, hide in the warm bed in winter, have no time to make breakfast, and often go to school hungry. One day, I got up as usual, only to find that there was an extra breakfast on the table, and it was still steaming. Mother came out of the kitchen and said, "it's not good for your health if you don't eat breakfast." You don't have to get up early in the future. Let me help you make breakfast! " "That day, I ate a lot. As the days passed, my mother still got up every day to make breakfast for me. I happened to see her hand, only to find that it had frostbite. I think that my mother not only has to work overtime at night, but also has to get up early to make breakfast every day. A lot of guilt welled up in my heart, tears rolled into the bowl, and I suddenly hoped that tomorrow would be summer. ...
Thinking about the meaning of commitment has got more and more answers. After traveling with so many wonderful promises, I finally know what I should do in the face of them.
Let the goshawk fly higher, let the snow warm more, and let those old tapes stay longer. ...
6. The sixth volume of Chinese in the fifth grade of primary school imitates the 600-word composition of Unit 8 to solve problems.
Ding He is an inseparable good friend. We go to school together, go home together, eat together and play together, and our grades are even. Everyone says that we are "twin sisters". But sometimes there will be some small frictions and misunderstandings between us, but we will make up soon, because I will seize the opportunity to "make up".
I remember one time Ding's seat was behind me. I answered a unit exam quickly. In a short time, I finished all the questions and checked them several times, and the time was only half over. I'm getting impatient. I turn to look at the wall clock on the wall from time to time. How long before class is over? Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Ding Zheng writing a paper carefully, and blocked it with her arm. I looked at her and smiled, but she didn't look up.
The * * * after class finally rang, and I can't wait to hand in my papers. I was busy looking for Ding to answer questions, but she always ignored me. I was thinking, what did I do to offend her? I kept pestering her. Finally, she slowly turned around and said angrily, "You cheated!" " "I was dumbfounded at once, and a string of question marks popped up in my mind:" Cheating? Why should I cheat? When did I cheat? " After a while, she said coldly to me, "You were always hovering in the exam just now. Do you want to peek at my test paper? "I heard this, and my heart was filled with countless grievances:" How can it be? My best friend looks at me like this? Ding Ding, you too ... also ... "This kind of anger bites my heart like a salamander, and I want to make a hullabaloo about, but I can't explain it calmly and know that it's useless to say anything, so I threw the book on the table and lay there sulking!
I was unhappy all afternoon. Ding walked around me, probably hoping that I would admit my mistake, but I was not wrong. What should I do? I'm biding my time.
I did my homework again in the evening activity and finished it soon. I used to look at the clock again. Just as Ding looked up, I quickly said, "I have already done it. Let me see the time! Hey, don't believe it, look! " Said, and handed her the exercise book. She smiled, and I knew the opportunity had come, so I quickly added, "You know I'm a scud, don't you? The paper in the morning was very simple. I got it quickly and kept looking at the time. Sorry, it has affected you! " Ding blushed!
After school, we went home laughing together, and the bright moonlight escorted us to towards the distant!