When I climbed the wooded Huang Qishan, I climbed the mountain peak. Looking down, I can see all the sights of Huang Qishan. Speaking of which, I remembered my trip to Huang Qishan: I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down, "Wow, how beautiful!" I said. Then, my sister asked me, "Sister, what do you see?" "Look down, I see the lake here." "Wow, it's beautiful!" Sister said. Because we all saw the lake in Huang Qishan, crystal clear and beautiful! At this time, my brother looked at it and couldn't see it. He said, "Sister, where is the lake?" I replied to my brother, "Didn't you see it?" Right there. "
I pointed to the lake. After seeing it, the younger brother said excitedly, "I saw it, I saw it!" Mom, look! How beautiful! " My brother pointed to the lake and jumped twice. Mother looked at her brother's excitement and took a quick look. Mom is stupefied. After a while, my mother said, "Well, Huang Qishan is really beautiful! No wonder it is one of the "Eight Scenes of Jieyang". " Mother observed it carefully for a while and said, "It's beautiful. There is nothing dirty in the water. Crystal clear and fascinating! " "
3. In "Chinese Mother's Cygnus", Feng Dan wrote a composition of about 400 words. On Tuesday afternoon, my mother and I went to Feng Dan. Under the leadership of my mother, I came to Feng Dan with great interest. At about 2: 10 pm, my mother and I packed our bags, prepared dry food and set off happily.
It was a sunny afternoon, and we came to the foot of Fengdan Mountain. It is really beautiful here! The mountains are shaded by trees, and under the warm sunshine, the Woods show a lush green. With so many flowers, it has become a big garden; Now is the time when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom. The fragrance of osmanthus around the whole Feng Dan, birds are attracted by it. They also built their own "villa" there and held a singing contest. The chirping birds are all over Fengdan Mountain. ...
There is a big pool next to Fengdan Mountain. The pool is clear and green, and the water is as bright as a mirror. My mother and I stood in front of the pool, smiling faces reflected in the water. Against the blue sky, white clouds, green hills and trees, small fish are playing in the pond. Suddenly, a small fish jumped into the water. Who "pa!" It spilled on my mother's cheeks and mine, and we all laughed together.
When you go to the depths of Fengdan Mountain, you will feel a chill, thinking that there are not revolutionary veterans, that is, martyrs. Revolutionary fighters are the pride of China people. They experienced the Long March and saved the motherland, which is a good example for us!
When my mother asked me to leave, I still felt a little lingering! I only said a small part of the beautiful Feng Dan, and the real feelings should be experienced by yourself!
An old man selling charcoal is chopping wood and burning charcoal in Nanshan. His face was covered with dust, showing the color of smoke and fire, his temples were gray and his ten fingers were blackened by charcoal. What is the money from selling charcoal for? Buy clothes to wear and food to eat in your mouth. It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold in hot weather, hoping it will be colder. A foot of snow fell outside the city at night. In the morning, the old man drove a charcoal car over the frozen wheel tracks and headed for the market. Cattle are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high, and the old man is resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market. Who are the first two free and easy riders? It's a pawn of the eunuch in the palace. They had documents in their hands, but they said it was the emperor's order. Then they turned around and shouted at the cow to pull it to the north. A load of charcoal was so heavy that the messenger in the palace insisted on driving it away. The old man regretted it, but there was nothing he could do. The messenger in the palace hung half a horse's yarn and a column of silk on the cow's head as the price of charcoal.
Appreciation of selling charcoal Weng
Author: anonymous
In the first four sentences, it is difficult to write about selling charcoal. "Reducing salary and burning charcoal" summarizes the complicated working procedures and the long labor process. "His face is covered with dust and fireworks, his temples are gray and his fingers are black." He vividly described the portrait of the charcoal seller, wrote the hardships of labor, and also got the image performance. "In Nanshan" highlights the workplace. This "Nanshan" is the Zhongnan Mountain described by Wang Wei as "there is no door to stay at night and call the woodcutter in Jiang Lai", where jackals haunt and are desolate. In such an environment, the cornices in Dai Yue are covered with frost and snow, one by one, the salary is reduced, and one kiln is burning charcoal. It is easy to burn "more than a thousand kilograms", and every kilogram is filled with painstaking efforts and condensed with hope. Writing to a charcoal seller is the result of his efforts, which distinguishes him from charcoal sellers. However, if this charcoal seller still has land, planting and harvesting by himself will not be hungry and cold, and only use his spare time to burn charcoal and sell it to subsidize his family, then his burden of charcoal will be plundered and there will be other ways to live. But this is not the case. The genius of the poet lies in that he did not personally introduce the family economic situation of the charcoal seller to the readers, but set it as a question and answer: "What is the business of selling charcoal to sell money?" Wear clothes and eat in your mouth. "This question and answer not only turned the board into a living thing, but also made the literary situation ups and downs and swaying, and expanded the depth and breadth of reflecting the sufferings of the people, so that we can clearly see that this laborer was exploited to the point of poverty and lack of food and clothing;" The clothes on his body and the food in his mouth all hope that the thousands of kilograms of charcoal he worked so hard to burn can fetch a good price. This laid a solid foundation for later writing the crime of imperial envoys plundering charcoal.
"The poor man's clothes are just ordinary. He is worried about charcoal and hopes it is cold." This is a well-known sentence. "The clothes on my body are only single", so I naturally hope to be warm. Charcoal sellers put all their hopes of solving food and clothing on "selling charcoal to make money", so they "worry about charcoal and wish for cold" and hope it will be colder when they are shivering with cold. The poet deeply understands the difficult situation and complicated inner activities of the charcoal seller. It only takes a dozen words to be so vivid, and he also pours infinite sympathy with the word "pity". How can he not make people cry?
These two poems are a bridge from the first half to the second half in terms of composition. "Worrying about charcoal and looking forward to the cold" is actually looking forward to the cold wind and heavy snow. "It snows a foot outside the city at night", and this heavy snow has finally come! No more "worry-free and cheap"! In order to keep warm, the dignitaries and wealthy businessmen at the foot of the son of heaven will haggle over the trivial price of charcoal? When the charcoal seller "runs on the ice in a charcoal cart", what occupies his whole heart is not complaining about how difficult the icy road is, but thinking about how much money a cart of charcoal can sell and how much clothes and food he can get. If a novelist writes, he can use a lot of pen and ink to write about the psychological activities of selling charcoal Weng along the way, but the poet didn't write a word, because he opened up a vast imaginary world for readers in front.
It is easy for a charcoal seller to burn a car full of charcoal. I hope it will snow, and I hope he can get money to buy food and clothes along the way. However, what is the result? Instead, he met a "court envoy" who "verbally supported these documents". In front of the emissaries of the palace, the documents and decrees of the emperor, and following the voice of "cursing cows", everything planned and hoped by charcoal sellers in the long process from "reducing wages", "burning charcoal", "wishing the weather is cold", "driving charcoal carts", "rolling ice trails" to "lying mud" came to nothing.
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From "Nanshan Middle School" to Chang 'an City, the road is so far and difficult to walk. When the charcoal seller "rested in the mud outside the south gate", it was already "the cows were trapped and the people were hungry"; Now it's "going back to the car and scolding the cows for taking them north" and sending charcoal to the palace. Of course, cows are more sleepy and people are more hungry. Then, when the charcoal seller went back to Zhong Nanshan hungry, what was he thinking? How will he live in the future? None of this was written by a poet, but the reader can't help thinking about it. When thinking about all this, we can't help but sympathize with the experience of charcoal sellers and hate the sins of rulers. The original intention of the poet to create Miyagi has achieved the expected results.
5.400-word composition to play in Lizhuang Today, my family went to play in Lizhuang.
On 10 in the morning, as soon as our two cars entered the "Lizhuang" area, they saw the four characters "Lizhuang Ancient Town" written on the gate. The most conspicuous is Li Zhuang's welcome speech: "Welcome to China Li Zhuang". What a big breath! Instead of Sichuan, Yibin and Cuiping District, I only wrote the word China, which was really an eye-opener.
When we arrived in this town, we looked around and saw a lot of information about Li Zhuang. I know that Lizhuang is the first ancient town in the Yangtze River, a famous historical and cultural town in China, one of the four cultural centers in China during the Anti-Japanese War, and the second hometown of master students. I also know that the Four Treasures of the Study in Li Zhuang is: spiral ancient hall, strange window of hundred cranes, Kuixing Temple bucket and Kowloon stone tablet. I also know that the famous snacks in Lizhuang are: Lizhuang Ba Huang, Su Tangyuan, Lizhuang seafood, Lizhuang white meat, He Laoyao peanuts, white cakes and white wine.
Knowing this, we went to visit places of interest.
The oldest temple is Dongyue Temple, which was built in Zheng De's reign of Ming Dynasty and dedicated to Dongyue Emperor. It was moved to National University in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression (1940- 1949).
The narrowest alley is "mat lane", which was built in the early Qing Dynasty, with a total length of about 60 meters and was built in three times. The corner of the four lanes is very narrow, which is a "first sight". It is a professional street for processing and selling straw mats. Until now, there are still old people weaving straw mats on the spot, hence the name "mat lane".
Of course, after seeing so many places, I am most proud of the "Liu Courtyard". (Because my surname is Liu, too) Built in the middle and late Qing Dynasty, it is a quadrangle building. Now it covers an area of about 300 square meters. This used to be Liu's private residence, and there is a couplet on the door, which is profound and intriguing. It incorporates Liu's family rules. In addition, there are Hujia Courtyard, Wangjia Courtyard and Zhangjia Temple ... There are many more, so I won't mention them one by one.
6. My Trouble Composition 400 words He Yuxin wrote that everyone has troubles. As long as it can keep up with you, it will be like a shadow, which is difficult to wave away. When I was in the fourth grade, I met a very annoying thing.
This is a Chinese unit test. When the test paper was just handed out, I glanced at it and thought, ha, it's so easy. I'm sure I will get high marks this time. I hurried to do it, and soon I finished it. Give the test paper to the teacher at once and go to the playground to play.
The next day, when the teacher came into the classroom with a test paper and began to read the results, I listened confidently because I believed I could do well in the exam. But I was stunned when I looked at the results, because I only got 86.5 points in the exam. Unconsciously, I heard the teacher say, "Take the test paper home for parents to sign." Then, the teacher began to explain the test paper. I didn't even listen My mind is always thinking: how should I explain to my mother when I get back? I finally got to school, and I didn't listen to anything in this class. I always wonder, hide the past or tell the truth? When I got on the bus, I was still thinking: what should I do? When I got off the bus, I walked home slowly with heavy steps.
When I got home, I rushed to my room, picked up the paper again, read it over and over again, trying to cover up the past. But I thought: can I hide today and tomorrow? I just think about it over and over again, which is really annoying! Somehow, I suddenly remembered what my mother said to me on weekdays: "Failure is the mother of success. Where you fall, you get up. " I finally made up my mind and got up the courage to walk to my mother's room. ...
After this trouble, I finally understand that trouble is just a paper tiger. As long as you have the courage, no matter how big the difficulty is, you can overcome it.
7. How to write a 400-word composition for Dongdaihe This morning, I went to the beautiful Dongdaihe with my sister, mother and father.
When you come to the seaside, the first thing you see is the endless sea, as smooth and delicate as blue satin, with no end in sight. Under the sea breeze, several glittering and translucent waves appeared on the sea, just like the floral patterns on silks and satins, elegant and chic. Sometimes the waves gently rub against the rocks on the shore, just like a mother stroking a baby. Sometimes the waves surge ashore and stir up silver waves, as if adding lace to this blue satin. We jumped into the sea excitedly, swimming and playing to our heart's content. The blue sky and white clouds in the distance, the mountains in and out, and the bay in the distance constitute a natural and beautiful picture.
We came out of the sea and arrived at Golden Beach. Under the sunlight, the beaches glowed softly, like carpets made of gold thread. When you step on it, it is loose, soft, warm and comfortable, which makes you reluctant to leave. So some people simply lie on the beach, wearing sun hats and umbrellas, and close their eyes comfortably. That comfortable posture is really enviable!
The beautiful Dongdaihe, the beauty can't be said, I really like this beautiful Dongdaihe!
8. I learned how to write a composition about skating. On Saturday, my mother took me to the skating rink in Chengdong Park. I am so excited that I really want to go to the skating rink on the way.
I came to the skating rink, bought a ticket first, and then entered the skating rink. I put on my skates and just wanted to stand up, but who knows, as soon as I stood up, the skates automatically slipped forward, and I couldn't control it. I fell down on the spot, which made me very sad. Today, for some reason, my feet always don't listen to me. When I want it to turn left and right, it slides forward. When I want it to close, it has to separate. I almost put on a straight horse skating performance. Fortunately, there is a railing next to it, otherwise I would be all "flowers". Sometimes you can't walk, just like walking in the same place. Looking at the smooth ground, I really don't want to slip. But I saw those brothers and sisters skating easily and at a very fast speed. I think they must have hidden the same experience as me behind them. I looked back at my sister. She can't skate like me. She is practicing. Suddenly, my face is hot. I gritted my teeth and went to the skating rink again. Much better this time. I can walk a few steps. Slowly, I finally learned to skate.
"There is no such thing as a banquet that never ends." It's getting late, so we have to leave. I reluctantly walked out of the skating rink.
On the way home, I thought: whatever you do, you should do it seriously, and you can't give up halfway, so that you can succeed.
9. Write an 800-word paper about the three movements in Meng Mu from the teacher's point of view. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves to illuminate others; Teachers are like lighthouses, guiding us in the right direction of life.
The teacher is a diligent gardener who waters the flowers day after day. The teacher is a great architect, who has built one tall building after another. I am a person who wants to be a teacher! I remember when I was a child, my relatives often asked me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" My answer is that I want to be a singer, a fashion designer, a cartoonist, a novelist, a pianist and even the president of the United Nations.
But I didn't work hard, but after I went to junior high school, I found that everyone has the most experienced teacher behind them. Behind every great man is a great teacher.
Just like Anne Sullivan, the teacher of Helen Keller, an American blind and deaf woman writer. The teacher has been with Helen.
Let's imagine, if Helen didn't meet Sullivan, but some irresponsible teachers who gave up their students easily, would she still become a great man who attracted worldwide attention? The answer is no. Therefore, I want to be that kind of teacher, especially Miss Sullivan, who won't give up her students easily.
Speaking of which, I really appreciate Mr. Zhou, who was my head teacher in junior high school for three years. The worst thing I hate about my first grade is not giving up on me.
Instead, he often talks to me and tells me to change my bad temper. He not only gives us knowledge in class, but also teaches us how to be a man.
Look at this noble teacher. I also have a dream to be a teacher.
I like to play teacher's games with my friends since I was a child. I am a teacher and they are students. I am really happy to watch them listen carefully and learn knowledge. With the passage of time and inner maturity, we no longer play that kind of game.
However, there is still a small blackboard at home for me to help my brother and sister with their lessons when I have a whim. As a teacher, you can watch your students grow from ignorant children to young people who contribute to society. You can watch your students do what they want to do. Why not? It's like a mother watching her children catch up with a career that she thinks is out of reach.
My teacher dream is not only a dream, but also a language. If it's just a dream, don't make me have sex. Let me indulge in this lofty and great cause all the time.
If it is a language, then I will be a persistent teacher like Anne Sullivan.