The most unforgettable autumn scenery in Beijing, in my opinion, is not in Xiangshan, but outside the mountain, along the Yanshan Mountains. At this time, driving on the highway north of Badaling, a natural landscape with constantly changing pictures appeared outside the window. One ridge is surrounded by Miller's portrait, and the other ridge is surrounded by Manet's portrait. Colors gather from all directions, everyone is alive and kicking, and everyone has life. Yellow is completely yellow, red is transparent, green is lush, and even the white clouds in the sky are curled like chicken feathers and floating in the blue sky. The people sitting in the car can't help but get excited, with a touch of sadness: "What a good autumn day, why are you in such a hurry? You have to leave before you have seen enough?" -"Letter in Late Autumn"
Please remember a blue rain umbrella. My vision was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long ... that blue is as clear as the sky.
When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain. Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked."
My mother stubbornly said, "No, really not ..." Later, when she grew up, she didn't want her mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard, and I once thought I had forgotten it. Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.
My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.
"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated.
"Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.
The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before. Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.
So my eyes were tied to the blue umbrella. I'm the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I'm the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend ... all because of that tilted blue umbrella. That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.
3. Composition imitation, originality+imitation, the more the better, nostalgia of about 500~600 words.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming again, and our family is preparing to welcome our uncle from Beijing. As soon as he got home, he said, "Ah! I can't believe that Gao Chun is moving towards a well-off society. The roads extend in all directions, and there are flowers on both sides of the road. Every family has built a small building and lived a rich and happy life. " "Yes! Our crabs in Gaochun Gucheng Lake are famous all over the country, because they are delicious and worth remembering. The 8 th Crab Festival will be held soon! " Dad grinned and said proudly.
At noon, the table was full of tempting delicacies, and my mouth was watering. As soon as the meal started, I wolfed it down. At this time, my uncle smiled and said, "Alas! If only our parents had green vegetables when they were young, but now children are very picky and only eat these big fish and meat. " I feel ashamed to hear that.
After dinner, I will forget my uncle's words. I am chatting leisurely with my classmates on the Internet. Dad said to his uncle with emotion, "When we were young, we always liked to get together and took kicking shuttlecock and swimming as our greatest pleasure." Many toys are made of local materials. For example, water guns, paper planes, rolling iron rings | ... and then digging cicadas, fishing, skipping rope and so on. It has become a commonplace. In recent years, the reform and opening up have improved people's lives in an all-round way. Children really have everything and want to play. Today's children have the latest exotic toys, especially remote-controlled trains, cars and planes. , very realistic, endless functions. This is really amazing! "
The next day, I volunteered to be my uncle's little "tour guide" and showed him the beautiful scenery of my hometown. Ecological tour of Yinghu Taoyuan, Lin Yin Mountain Villa to Youzi Mountain, gaochun old street and Yaochi Mountain Villa ... The lakeside square built by Gucheng Lake has a beautiful environment, birds and flowers, fountains flying and the lake is crystal clear, which makes people linger. Every time I go to a scenic spot, my uncle will ask and watch it with great interest. Along the way, I saw the buildings getting higher and higher, the roads getting wider and wider, and the people's living standards really improved.
My uncle is going back to Beijing. When he left, he took his grandmother's hand and said, "I believe my hometown will become richer and richer." Next time I come back, everyone will live a happier and more comfortable life, and Gaochun's tomorrow will be better! "
Listening to my uncle's words, I am full of longing for the future of my hometown. ...
4. Ask for three short essays to imitate, (three short essays, about 100 words, with the original text attached) on love of grass.
-Imitate "Ailian Theory"
There are countless lovely plants in the world. He heming still likes grass today. Since the reform, the world has attached great importance to precious flowers and trees. Love the grass alone is unknown, selfless, indisputable, seemingly fragile, but in fact strong and unyielding, standing tall between heaven and earth, respectable and deplorable!
I call a tree, but it is high above and powerful; Flowers are rich and charming; Grass is really noble. Hey! Since ancient times, countless people have loved trees. Love for grass is rare.
Imitate the article "Song of a Stream"
Imitation of articles
Song of the stream
A happy stream, meandering, gurgling, humming and smiling, runs forward. It goes through the Woods, bypasses obstacles, and rushes forward tirelessly, rushing forward. ...
In the golden sunshine, it beat the bank rhythmically, splashing a string of glittering and translucent water drops; Express condolences to the flowers and trees along the way with that crisp voice; With its vivid dance, it sets off a hot land that breeds spring flowers and autumn fruits. Like a beautiful girl who can sing and dance, she is so gentle and strong, and she is pursuing her ideals every day. There is no minute-by-minute burnout, only influence and progress. ...
Stream, you don't have majestic momentum, but you have indomitable spirit. You don't pursue the careful care of people, let alone the advantages and disadvantages of the environment. As long as you live for one day, you must keep moving forward-the wind will never beg for mercy, and showers will pour down in order to wash away the dust on your body. Some people just run, run ... you remember: rush, rush, run day and night. ...
Creek, you know that the course of life will not be Ma Pingchuan: along the way, there are mountains, valleys and roads, and sometimes you will be locked in a cage-like deep pool ... and you, full of energy, cheer for the vast distance and stir up sediment from time to time. Nothing can stop you from moving forward. If there is an obstacle ahead, you will rush at it with a loud roar, because you know that smooth sailing can't achieve great things. Only by struggling in adversity can life shine.
The stream is full of self-confidence. No matter how tortuous the road is, it always sings with a clear voice, and the valley keeps echoing, crisp and pleasant. This song is a contempt for difficulties, a longing for the future and a belief in victory. ...
You run around day and night with a firm belief. Many days are like one day, and many months are like January. After all the ups and downs, at last, you threw yourself into the embrace of the sea. ...
"Can we have a rest?" "rest? Why? That won't do! " "Never rest, never rest …" You sang, ran and ran.
5. 1 original sentence 200 words extract 300 words imitation: trust often creates a beautiful realm. -"Pearl Bird"
Imitation: Respect often builds a bridge of communication.
2 original sentence: like a shower, it is a rapid drum sound; Like a whirlwind, it is a flying tassel; Like a frog, it is a jumping step; Like a spark, it is a flashing pupil; Fighting tigers is a powerful charm. -Ansai waist drum
Imitation: if it thunders, it is a fierce drum sound; Like a meteor, it is a waving drumstick; Like a mountain, it is a strong body; Like fire, it is a passionate emotion; Like lightning, it is a dancing figure.
3 original sentence: blow it! Blowing azalea red, blowing willow green, blowing Liu Yeer's whistle: as if telling a strange myth seriously, humming a song of love and sadness; Blow it, wake up the people who are still sleeping! -"Three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow"
Imitation: Blow! Blowing the blue sky, blowing the yellow leaves, dancing with the leaves: as if dancing leisurely and mysteriously, praying for life and death; Blow, blow the ripe fruit that is still sleeping!
I didn't expect/a seed floating from childhood/to take root in my heart.
Unexpectedly, an unremarkable pebble stirred up ripples in my heart lake.
5 original sentence: the fragrance of beans and wheat on both sides of the river and grass at the bottom of the river is mixed with water vapor; The moonlight is hazy in the steam. The faint black rolling hills, like warm iron ridges, ran far to the stern, but I felt that the ship was very slow. -"Social Drama"
Imitation: the smell of lotus flowers on the lake and camphor trees on both sides of the river is mixed in the air and comes face to face; The sun is jumping on the water. White clouds, like galloping horseshoes, are ever-changing in the sky, but I thought they were still.
6 original sentence: The roof tiles in rainy days, with wet streamers, are gray and gentle, with dim light and dark backlight, which is a low comfort to vision. As for the rain that hits the scale tile, it is light and heavy from far and near, and there is a trickle flowing down the tile trough and eaves. All kinds of tapping and sliding sounds are closely woven into a net, and its fingers are in the spiral. "It's raining", the gentle grey beauty came, and her cold hands brushed countless black keys grey keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk. -"Listening to the Cold Rain"
Imitation: The house on a snowy day shines with soft ice light, white and crystal clear, sunny and gentle drizzle, which is an elegant enjoyment for the eyes. As for the snow falling on the thousand needles, it is thin and thick from top to bottom, and a little snow falls along the trunk and needles. All kinds of big snowflakes and fine snow overlap into a picture, whose wolf pen is waving the scenery. "It's snowing", the beautiful winter girl comes, and her white dancing shoes spin countless tangos and waltzes on the earth, turning the morning into night.
7 Original: Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves into a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. -Zhang Ailing's Autumn Rain
Imitation: Snow, like white and smooth pieces of paper, flies into a thin yarn, covering the whole winter world. The sky is also white, like a newly painted white wall in a brand-new room. Silver moon, which was looming that day, was like a faint trace on a white wall.
6. Last lesson, imitate and write 300 words. Say goodbye to the original, flowers in the yard; Farewell, birds in the yard; And you, dear Mr. Hamel, goodbye ... I turned around and wiped my tears with my hand.
When I walked into the street, Vahit, the blacksmith in the town, was packing his things with his disciples and preparing to escape from the city under his clutches. That unlucky thing, the bulletin board, is still standing in its place, but the people watching it are gradually gone. I probably don't want to be unlucky with it! Cloudy and windy.
The thrush is still squatting on the tree in the morning, but it seems to be in a bad mood. Because it didn't sing as happily as it did in the morning, but stared at everyone on the road. Maybe it wants to find out the culprit from the crowd that makes everyone unhappy.
This look, in the eyes of just people, represents everyone's voice; But if it is in the eyes of evil people like robbers, it will become horrible, terrible and a little creepy. On the grass behind the sawmill, Prussian soldiers ran with the slogan "121". They want to trample the whole city of Alsace under their feet.
This kind of person is disgusting, I thought, and kicked the stones on the side of the road. Ouch! It hurts.
Rotten stones, rotten stones, even you bully us, just like those bandits Prussian soldiers, big bad guys and rotten eggs. I walked on and it was getting dark. At this moment, I suddenly had an idea: Does this indicate that we are getting closer and closer to the rule of darkness? Thought of here, I can't help shuddering.
7. Write a person's composition, 400 words, with imitation and original text. I want to tell you.
Time flies, teacher. Are you all right?
Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your inculcation is vivid in my mind. I can remember everything when you were with us.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you have given me confidence in learning; You gave me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard and the hope for a better future.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are the conductor who plays the music of my life.
Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, maybe I will give up on myself; Without you, maybe I would be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; Without you, I might not be who I am today.
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain; Thank you for giving me warmth in the ice and snow; Thank you for cultivating my kindness; Thank you for understanding me.
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Teacher, I want to say to you: every day you walk onto the podium with a straight face, and our happy mood after class is destroyed again. How I wish you could smile at the moment! Class, you have been frowning, suddenly called a positive.
When the absent-minded classmate answered the question, classmate Zhang Er was confused and the answer was wrong. The teacher immediately flew into a rage and asked him what was going on. "The students at the back told me", and the whole class burst into laughter, except the old man.
The teacher didn't laugh, but frowned and stared at us like an arrow. We have to shut up and wait and see. At this time, how we hope the teacher can smile! In this way, your unhappiness and classmates' negation
Really, maybe it will drift away in a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile.
After class, many students ran to the podium and wanted to talk to you, but they were busy asking you, "What is it?" We're embarrassed to talk. At that time, we want you to chat with us easily with a smile!
"Smile, ten years younger, we will learn better; Smile, so relaxed, I forgot my distress and sadness. " I have written such children's songs or poems before, but I didn't dare to sing them. When can I sing them happily in front of you?
Finally, teacher, I want to say to you: the new year has come, I wish you good health, happiness, harmony and beauty, and spend every day happily! Good people are safe all their lives!
8. Excerpt and imitation of English ***600 each 300 1 Original sentence: Trust often creates a beautiful realm. -"Pearl Bird"
Imitation: Respect often builds a bridge of communication.
2 original sentence: like a shower, it is a rapid drum sound; Like a whirlwind, it is a flying tassel; Like a frog, it is a jumping step; Like a spark, it is a flashing pupil; Fighting tigers is a powerful charm. -Ansai waist drum
Imitation: if it thunders, it is a fierce drum sound; Like a meteor, it is a waving drumstick; Like a mountain, it is a strong body; Like fire, it is a passionate emotion; Like lightning, it is a dancing figure.
3 original sentence: blow it! Blowing azalea red, blowing willow green, blowing Liu Yeer's whistle: as if telling a strange myth seriously, humming a song of love and sadness; Blow it, wake up the people who are still sleeping! -"Three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow"
Imitation: Blow! Blowing the sky blue, blowing the leaves yellow, blowing the leaves flying: as if dancing leisurely and mysteriously, praying for life and death; Blow, blow the ripe fruit that is still sleeping!
I didn't expect/a seed floating from childhood/to take root in my heart.
Unexpectedly, an unremarkable pebble stirred up ripples in my heart lake.
5 original sentence: the fragrance of beans and wheat on both sides of the river and grass at the bottom of the river is mixed with water vapor; The moonlight is hazy in the steam. The faint black rolling hills, like warm iron ridges, ran far to the stern, but I felt that the ship was very slow. -"Social Drama"
Imitation: the smell of lotus flowers on the lake and camphor trees on both sides of the river is mixed in the air and comes face to face; The sun is jumping on the water. White clouds, like galloping horseshoes, are ever-changing in the sky, but I thought they were still.
6 original sentence: The roof tiles in rainy days, with wet streamers, are gray and gentle, with dim light and dark backlight, which is a low comfort to vision. As for the rain that hits the scale tile, it is light and heavy from far and near, and there is a trickle flowing down the tile trough and eaves. All kinds of tapping and sliding sounds are closely woven into a net, and its fingers are in the spiral. "It's raining", the gentle grey beauty came, and her cold hands brushed countless black keys grey keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk. -"Listening to the Cold Rain"
Imitation: the house on a snowy day shines with soft ice light, white and crystal clear, sunny and gentle drizzle, which is an elegant enjoyment for the eyes. As for the snow falling on the thousand needles, it is thin and thick from top to bottom, and a little snow falls along the trunk and needles. All kinds of big snowflakes and fine snow overlap into a picture, whose wolf pen is waving the scenery. "It's snowing", the beautiful winter girl comes, and her white dancing shoes spin countless tangos and waltzes on the earth, turning the morning into night.
7 Original: Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves into a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. -Zhang Ailing's Autumn Rain
Imitation: Snow, like white and smooth pieces of paper, flies into a thin yarn, covering the whole winter world. The sky is also white, like a newly painted white wall in a brand-new room. Silver moon, which was looming that day, was like a faint trace on a white wall.
9. The composition imitates Shan Yu's 300-word "Torrential Rain" and echoes in my ears all night ... They are countless fingers stretching down from the sky and stroking the dark earth.
In the sound of falling and singing, I silently listened to their contact with the earth. They patted the roof of my hut gently, and their voices were very gentle: the thatched grass sucked the rain, but before the rain beads made a crisp sound on the roof, the soft grass had sucked them dry, leaving only a slight hiss in the night, just like a low sigh ... They landed on the leaves outside the window and made a crackling sound, like many people clapping in the distance, clapping one after another.
This is not warm applause, but gentle and restrained, and it seems to be driven by an invisible force and keeps going. What is worth applauding on this lonely cold night? They fell into the river with a crisp rustle.
This is the kiss of water and water, crystal clear, heaven and earth * * * filled in this inextricably linked handover ... they also knocked on my doors and windows. This irregular voice seems to have been whispering to me: Hey, what are you doing under the eaves? Walking into the rain, we will wash away your physical and mental fatigue.
You come out. Suddenly, they came into my house.
At first, it was on the ground, making "tick" and "tick" sounds, just like a trumpet in a symphony. It's my roof that leaks rain. The rain soaked the thatch on the roof and penetrated into the house.
Soon, this crisp "tick" sound reached the table beside my bed, turned into a heavy "tick" sound, and then reached the top of my mosquito net, turned into a dull "poop-poop" sound ... Next, it should extend to my bedding, body and face. I don't want to stop them from visiting or entering.
Let them go, let the sound in this room blend with thousands of sounds between heaven and earth outside, let me become a part of the rain and moisten myself and the world at the same time.
10. Imitation essay (with original text) Zhu Ziqing's Imitation of Back.
There are many words on the keyboard, but few words are written to mother and relatives. One is that I don't know where to start writing, and the other is that I dare not miss my mother, for fear that I will be drowned by tears when I open the missing network.
May is a beautiful season, and my friends like to go fishing by the Ili River in this season. Because it is the season of fish breeding, every night there will be groups of fish going upstream, which can be easily caught. So, friends abandoned the fishing rod and joined the ranks of late-night fishing.
I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know what he is busy with. I've been busy writing recently, so I don't have time to care what he is doing.
I ran into him last night, looking tired. You can tell at a glance that you stayed up late to catch fish again last night. I laughed and joked, "Look at your eyes, they are turning into giant pandas. Are you going to catch fish again? " Really convinced you! "
"Haha, for the last time, I will never catch fish again." The friend gave a wry smile and said.
"Why? Are you not addicted to catching fish? Can you quit? "
"When I was fishing last night, I saw a mother fish playing in the water with a small fish, and the small fish got stuck in her stomach. They had a good time. I couldn't do it at that moment. I didn't see me standing in the water. But at the urging of my friend, I caught the mother fish and the little fish swam away. Looking at its lonely figure, my heart suddenly hurts. I don't know why, I can't catch fish in the water anymore. " A friend said he was silent.
I don't know why he suddenly gave birth to so many feelings. Only in the morning did he hear that his mother was ill and dying in the hospital. It turned out that his feelings were born from this.
The situation of little fish and mother fish always appears in front of my eyes. If mother fish knew there was danger, she would not hesitate to protect her children, regardless of her own safety, right?
I had a dream when I slept at night. I dreamed that my mother was standing by my bed and kept calling my name, which kept me awake all night.
I can't help thinking of my parents who are far away from home. I get up in the morning and call home immediately. I have a hunch that something must have happened to them.
No one answered the phone, and I called my sister again, only to know that my father had been in hospital for more than a week, and my mother was ill at home and couldn't get out of bed, but my careless daughter didn't know that I seldom went home, and even I was stingy and seldom called them.
I didn't cry, although my heart was very uncomfortable, I finally found my mother at noon. She has just come back from the injection, and her voice is very weak. She is busy cooking and sending it to her father in the hospital.
"Mom, are you sick?" I pretended not to know.
"No, mom is fine! Do you want me to be so disgusting? "
"But why do I feel uncomfortable listening to your voice?"
"oh! My throat is a little inflamed these days, and it is difficult to speak. Don't worry if my mother is fine! But you remember to have breakfast in the morning and put on more clothes to avoid getting sick. " Mother began to ramble about those concerned words again.
I didn't like her nagging before, but I feel so kind today. This is my mother, a hardworking and kind mother. Wherever I go, she loves me so much, but what about me?
I dare not say anything or cry in front of her, so I hung up the phone and cried with my pillow in my arms. What can I do for them? I suddenly found that there was nothing I could do for them.
That kind of disappointment and helplessness has never happened before. At that moment, I felt how selfish I was. After working for so long, I have never given them a penny. I always thought they didn't need it. However, I was wrong. They need it, but they don't want to tell me.
Parents don't need their children's money, they just want their children to go their own way safely, but they also need our care and love, even a phone call, even a small greeting.
Motherly love is selfless, but children are often selfish!