In our daily study, work and life, everyone should be familiar with prose, right? Essay is a branch of prose and a variant of argumentative writing, which is both argumentative and lyrical. Do you know what kind of prose is praised by everyone? The following is a short essay I arranged for you. Welcome to read the collection.
It's a thousand miles away to meet. Beginning of autumn solar terms have just passed, and the summer heat has not disappeared. In our small town, except for many people and traffic jams, everything else is boring. Enthusiasm warms the liver and lungs, but it is hard to say that it is dry and hot. Turn on the air conditioner, the wind is chilly, I feel very comfortable, my nose is stuffy, and I feel tied up all over. Lazy all day, like eggplant beaten by autumn frost, I can't lift my spirits. Scold from the heart, this damn weather is too hard.
Where can I hide? As soon as I discussed with my family, everyone went to the prairie in unison. That is, through Bashang grassland, directly to Inner Mongolia. As a result, the whole family was as excited as chicken blood. Find maps, information and the best route. Those who play mobile phones can come in handy. Navigate and choose several destinations. All the way from Zhangjiakou to Hohhot; Choose all the way from Fengning, Hebei to Xilin Gol; Another way is to choose Chengde to cross the paddock and go straight into Chifeng. All three routes go to Inner Mongolia, each with its own opinions and merits, and the noise is reasonable. Anyway, it's go on road trip, and the only purpose of taking the best route is to cool off. I like photography and prefer writing. I am the head of the family. Of course, it's up to me to choose three routes and play while walking, all the way to Xilin Gol prairie. The first stop is Duolun County, Inner Mongolia, where there is a lake called Duolun Lake. Listen to movie friends and literary friends, that place can be visited, with beautiful scenery and more beautiful grassland scenery. It is better to see the scenery than to listen to it. Hearing is empty, seeing is believing.
Two cars and nine people, starting from the town, meandered north along the national road. I went into the canyon and didn't fall from a hundred miles outside the city. Although the road is steep and narrow, the trees are lush, the dust is scarce, the noise is zero, and even the horn of the car is rare. The most rare thing is fresh and cool air. Take a breath and feel refreshed. Take two breaths, which is pleasing to the eye. Looking up at the sky, the sky is blue, and several white clouds float down from the top of Qingshan Mountain. Without waiting for a closer look and appreciation, tunnels and long tunnels block the bright sunshine and charming mountain scenery, so they can only breathe quietly and pass through the holes in the pursuit of dim orange light. Before I came to my senses and had a good look at the scenery, a long tunnel came on.
This mountain road is 100 km long. It climbed mountains and mountains, crossed winding mountains, just climbed a steep slope, walked another steep slope, crossed bridges and tunnels, and wound its way. There is a steep mountain road, and the word cautious is the most appropriate. Just now, I went directly to Ma Pingchuan. In the blink of an eye, the road sign indicated that detours were dangerous! Go slow, the speed limit is 20 kilometers. One foot brake, one steering wheel, two family cars almost kissed, causing themselves to hit themselves. That was a close call. Thanks to braking in time, a small difficulty was avoided. There is no danger of being in a cold sweat. In a spacious place, the whole family got off the bus and had a rest. You look at me, I look at you. The sweaty face is latosolic red, sallow and white. When frightened, she is relatively silent and only smiles.
Mobile phone, a modern high-tech product, is really good and has complete functions. Navigation is one of its special functions. Listening to his navigation voice makes us feel very comfortable. It guides us forward.
On the dam, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Fengning grassland and lamented the great achievements of nature. The low green shrubs retreated from the car and the beautiful birch forest came into view again. Tall poplars stand on both sides of the road like sentries, protecting our vehicles. Green grass and carpets are like the sea. What is unfolding in front of us is a fascinating style, which is dizzying. At a speed of 80 mph, the rolling hills and black gullies, as well as the slowly moving sheep, are like the continuous white clouds fluttering. Occasionally, a group of speeding Mongolian horses pass by, and the natural and unrestrained figure is not enough. The yellow cattle gently fluctuate on the dark green gentle slope.
When I arrived at the toll station in Duolun, shortly after paying the fee, the voice of the mobile phone repeatedly prompted: "Turn around, turn around, turn right, and drive on the right." Now, we are walking from south to north on the newly-built expressway. If you follow the phone voice prompts, get off the highway and turn around, you may be approaching Duolun Lake. Turn around, turn right and drive on the right. The road conditions are very bad. The dilapidated asphalt road has big pits and small depressions, the trees on both sides of the road are uneven, and the leaves are covered with yellow and black dust. The dust raised by the car in front can't see the shadow of the car behind. Oh, no! Just as we were driving forward, a big mud pit in the middle of the road blocked the way, and I was anxious and depressed. The attraction of Duolun Lake made me rush over with one foot. Who knows that the puddle is deep, and the car is stuck in the mud pit, so it can't get in or back. This can really turn the mud. Fortunately, the car behind me didn't catch up, so I quickly turned around and pulled the car stuck in the mud with a spare rope. When two cars were pulled down to refuel, the first car like periophthalmus was pulled out of the puddle. I'm worried that another car got stuck in the mud. Don't mention how sad I am. Nevertheless, mobile navigation's voice told him to drive to the right. All kinds of signs make me believe that this road is wrong. Stop the car. Find someone to interrogate. This prairie is in the middle of nowhere, and this broken road has seven or eight miles, let alone looking for someone, and there is not even a shadow of a car. After searching for a long time, I saw an old man smoking under an poplar tree. Later, I realized that we were completely wrong. Hey! Mobile navigation made a mistake and believed the old man pointed the way. This broken road is humbled and awkward, so I scold mobile navigation. Only by scolding it can the resentment be relieved.
When the mountains and rivers return, flowers are blooming. The charming Duolun Lake has finally arrived.
I never imagined that there are such beautiful lakes on the Inner Mongolia Plateau and on this endless prairie. Climbing a higher mountain is actually climbing from the man-made Great Wall. At the top of the mountain, as far as the eye can see, the green mountains are surrounded by a blue lake. This is the human Yaochi that people on the grassland are proud of. She is long and narrow, broad, quiet, deep and bright. Above the lake, the sky is blue and white clouds are blossoming, like the white sheep surging on the blue lake, and like the auspicious clouds in the Heavenly Palace dancing on the Yaochi. Countless fairies danced in beautiful dresses and wandered in the sunset. The deep blue lake makes waves, as if countless koi fish are jumping happily. A few Shan Ying flew over the lake. They are the spirits of Duolun Lake and the messengers of hospitality, paying tribute to our distant visitors. On the green satin lake, there are several fishing boats rocking gently. The open fishing net is like a blooming chrysanthemum, which makes people think. The lake under the chrysanthemum is where the fisherman sings late.
While the sunset has not captured the lake, I quickly turned on the camera and fixed the lakes and mountains on this grassland in a beautiful moment while feasting my eyes.
We came to the lake, crossed the reeds, stepped on the unpainted yellow-green aquatic plants on the shore, avoided the yellow elm and red willow, rented a motorboat, and we approached Duolun Lake. Dai Shan blue, watery and affectionate. The boat paddled the blue waves, plowed a silver ditch at the stern with the sound of the propeller, and the splashing waves and flying fish jumping with the waves formed a wonderful ink painting. Adults enjoy the beautiful and charming lakes and mountains, and children lie beside the boat playing with water and chasing flying fish. Several warnings from the shipowner were ignored. Duolun Lake is so attractive.
In the evening, we lived in a farmhouse near Duolun Lake. The courtyard of this house is spacious enough to park dozens of cars. A row of color steel houses with about twenty rooms facing south is located on a hill. Outside the fence, there are elms, red willows and clusters of sunflowers shining brilliantly with Hui Jin in the sunset. The environment is elegant and quiet, and the cool breeze gently blows with the moisture on the lake, which makes me relaxed and happy. I still feel chilly when I feel cold, and I can't help but get goose bumps. Living clean and comfortable, eating grassland tastes delicious. Several of us were holding roast mutton in our hands, drinking Mongolian spirits in big bowls, blushing, ignoring donkeys and horses, sweating all over, and making a long story short, talking about the old and talking about the new.
Wine is rich, love is strong, and words are close. At this time, I don't know who lit a bonfire in the yard, and the fire lit up the whole yard. More than a dozen people have added firewood to the bonfire, and hearty laughter and cheerful songs have been introduced into the eardrum. We walked to the bonfire with a drunken mood, talking and laughing. There is no Ma Touqin, no guitar, only karaoke played by the landlord, which is more interesting under the sparse starry sky and beside the burning bonfire. It's already deep at this time, and the air on the grassland is cool. People around the campfire are wearing ridiculous clothes, some wearing autumn clothes and trousers, some wearing winter clothes and some wearing short-sleeved trousers. Some children actually put on winter clothes, and the colors are bright and beautiful against the firelight, like a few little angels dancing, clapping their hands and flashing their eyes, which makes the adults present look very happy.
At this time, a burly figure shook in front of my eyes, which made me feel deja vu. Those shining eyes remind me. He used to be a director of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in our city. He retired two years ago and was very busy. He organized a photography salon and gathered a group of people who like photography. He published several photo albums and signed them for me as a souvenir. Everyone in the circle calls him Brother Cai. I looked around the bonfire carefully again, and several familiar faces surprised me. Xiaoming, the old horse knows the way, the fat swallow, and the little red child. Look, isn't that Zhang Yuanyuan? These acquaintances are all my movie friends and literary friends! I was shocked. I'm surprised. I can't believe my eyes. Am I dreaming? The world is so vast, the grassland is so vast, even Duolun Lake is more than forty miles long and narrow, and there are countless hotels and farmhouses on the shore. How can these literary friends and movie friends get together here? Stay at this bonfire party for a week? Accompanied by this touching music, everyone held hands and danced around the bonfire. Cheerful songs, flaming bonfires, brisk dance steps, affectionate friends, under this bright starry sky, on this vast grassland, beside this vigorous bonfire, burning passion is released.
At the end of the song, everyone hugged, shook hands and said hello to each other. Tears of excitement and joy hung on their faces and dripped into their hearts, melting into deep affection. After getting to know each other, I realized that the cars in the yard were all in an area code, and the people gathered together were not well organized and gathered here from different directions. When we were talking, I saw a burly middle-aged man with a pair of leopard eyes shining on his black and red face. At first glance, he is a standard Mongolian. I saw that he was a little strange, so I took the initiative to shake hands with him and say hello. His accent is the same as mine. I'm surprised you're not Mongolian? He said that we are fellow villagers and your literary friends, and we like your article very much, but we have never met. This time, it was really fate that we met on the grassland.
The bonfire burned more violently, and the crackling sound echoed on this grassland for a long time with singing, dancing and mutual laughter.
I believe in fate, and I believe in fate more. This isn't it? Thousands of miles away, grasslands meet.
Meet thousands of miles away. The essay two met thousands of miles away, but they never met. Because of fate, we met in No.13 Middle School.
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I love my school.
During the summer vacation, when I walked into the school gate of No.13 Middle School, the first thing I saw was a line of bright red characters-forge ahead for the rise of China. In an instant, I am full of expectations for this school: only a passionate high school can have such a youthful and enthusiastic school motto!
After the official start of school, I am full of expectations for my high school life: passionate morning exercises, enthusiastic morning reading, scholarly corridor culture and warm and loving campus life. Whether it is dormitory or classroom, the school has installed air conditioning and heating for us, which brings us the same comfort as home. There are many slogans hanging in the school canteen to inspire students. What impressed me most was: at the most beautiful age, I tried my best for the purest dream. In a word, it sums up our common aspirations.
My high school trip started here, in the beautiful No.13 Middle School.
I love my class.
Time flies, time is like running water. A semester has passed, and the scene of placement is still vivid. Because of the liberal arts class, we have to leave our classmates and teachers who have been together for three months and step into a completely strange class. At first, I completely rejected this new class, immersed in memories and unwilling to wake up from the past. The Chinese teacher found our negative emotions. She told us before a class: "Mountains and rivers are everywhere, which is more harmful to spring. It is better to pity the people in front of you. " From then on, I fell in love with Chinese teachers and Chinese classes, and began to fall in love with my new class.
Our old class is a standard "desperate Saburo". In life, he is our friend and helps us solve difficulties. When we are sick, he is meticulous and caring. He didn't think so when he was ill. He just went to the infirmary to get some medicine and had to have an infusion. He is a strict teacher in his studies. If someone falls behind, he will definitely ask the reason and find a way for him. If someone violates discipline, he must be impartial. The old class with clear love and hate makes us respect and love involuntarily.
I deeply like the slogan of our class: writers dominate, dancers dominate, 14 12 dominate the world. I believe that with the joint efforts of everyone, 14- 12 class will definitely dominate Class 13.
I love my teacher.
The last morning reading before the quality inspection exam, we rushed into the classroom with a nervous mood. What caught our eyes were the blessing posts and small gifts, words of blessing and delicious candy on each desk, which entrusted teachers with their earnest expectations and exhortations. On Christmas Eve, the teacher prepared navel oranges for us and gave us sincere wishes. At the New Year's Day party, the teacher spent the New Year with us. Every good memory is so unforgettable.