In the watery moonlight, our family sat around the big round table and ate together. There are all kinds of dishes on the table. I picked up a hot piece of fat and chewed it slowly. It tastes great! I really haven't eaten such a delicious meal for a long time. Everyone ate enthusiastically and gradually became cheerful and toasted each other. "Brilliant, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, only the Mid-Autumn Festival", so this year is no exception. After dinner, we sat in the yard and enjoyed the moon. There are many moon cakes in front of you. Take a bite, the sweet feeling is just like the feeling of being happy with my family today. As the saying goes, every happy event is especially happy, and the moon is particularly bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Tonight's Moon and Peace Day are really different. Isn't it round to sit together like our family?
"On the fifteenth night of the first month, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the stars and the moon were bright. The lanterns were actually put up in the six streets and three cities." Looking out from the yard, the bustling scene in the market is even better than before, and the happy atmosphere brought by family reunion is everywhere.
However, I think of a poem by Wang Jian: "I don't know who will fall in autumn tonight." Yes, just when people are reunited with their families, there must be people in other places who can't be reunited with their families, so I sent my best wishes for the full moon tonight. I hope you don't feel sad when you are lonely. Look up at the moon. Maybe your family is watching.
Wandering in the warm embrace, I often carefully recall the warm moment in my memory ... friends are the shade of summer trees, bringing you a little coolness; Friends are the scenery in life, and the journey is eclipsed without her; A friend is someone who comforts you silently when you are frustrated; A friend is someone who reminds you when you are proud and encourages you when you feel inferior ... once, I didn't get the ideal result in the biology exam and was swept off my feet all day. My good friend Huanhuan gave me some seeds to think at home.
When I got home, I thought for a long time. I figured it out. I suddenly jumped up. I know what that means.
These seeds tell me: "sow with sincerity, care with understanding, water with heart, let seeds illuminate our direction, dispel the dark clouds in our hearts and ignite the hope of losers."
"It is my friends who let me stand up in failure and let me create tomorrow's glory with confidence and confidence.
When you fall, a friend will reach out and support you; Send a ray of comfort when you are sad; When you are lonely, bring a heart fragrance.
When two moons are sitting in the sky, we can understand the word "friend". Friends need to care for each other, encourage each other, help each other and support each other. Endless light is the link and bridge connecting each other! Friendship is like a pearl, which we wear together to form a bright necklace; For example, colored silk, we cut and sew together into gorgeous clothes; Like a flower seed, we sow together and cultivate colorful flower beds; We mix colors together and draw beautiful pictures.
We encouraged each other in the sports meeting, and it was because of your support that I insisted on running the1500m race. When you were on my birthday, the gift you gave me surprised me and moved me to this day; You once extended a warm hand when I was most sad and helpless; Let me out of the pessimistic trough.
The warmth in my memory and the help of my friends are all in my mind, and I will never forget them. My friend's concern for me is warm in my heart and worth cherishing. That warmth is a memory worthy of my life.
Wandering in the book, 600 words of text, to develop all the "taste", is to carefully understand, appreciate and ponder.
What I tasted today was not food; Not heaven; This is not a strong fragrant tea.
What I tasted today was a book.
Some people may ask: What is the taste of books? You don't know this, in fact, as long as you read it carefully and see it with a pair of eyes that will find it, then you will definitely taste it! I like reading many books, such as Ancient Four Great Classical Novels.
Because it made me understand the heroic deeds of ancient times and some treacherous officials who betrayed the country and people, which made me extremely excited and angry at times.
No matter which book in Four Great Classical Novels, the characters are vividly portrayed, and all the characters have left a deep impression on me and are deeply remembered in my mind, such as: Wang Xifeng in A Dream of Red Mansions, the Monkey King in The Journey to the West, Zhuge Liang in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and Song Wu in Water Margin ... the Monkey King is my favorite among these characters, because he is omnipotent and can exorcise demons.
I also like reading books such as composition, which is also influenced by my mother.
I used to like reading novels rather than documents, but I saw my mother often buy some composition books to read.
Once, I secretly took a book to read. At that time, I thought the compositions written by these big bosses were really good and beautiful.
Gradually, I occasionally go to my mother's room to get some composition books to read, and I gradually like to read them, and sometimes I pester my mother to buy them.
Later, whenever I read an article, I would extract it and write down those beautiful words. This good habit is very helpful to improve my composition. Only then did I know that my mother regarded it as one of my documents, and I really should thank her.
Among so many books, my favorite one is children's literature.
Especially the Ma Xiaotiao series written by Yang.
I was fascinated by Ma Xiaotiao because he was so eye-catching. Sometimes I look at it and seem to be addicted to the plot in the book, as if I were the protagonist in this story.
This book let me find the joy and innocence of my childhood, and also let me find the carefree and innocent childhood ... When I first read this book, I couldn't believe it was written by Aunt Yang. What I don't believe is that she has grown up and even has an innocent childlike innocence. She is really a famous writer.
I like reading not only these books, but also some foreign literature, such as Jane Eyre, Oliver Twist and Robinson Crusoe. In short, I can't put it down.
I think everyone should taste the taste in the book, "the book has its own golden house", and cultivate sentiment in the book.
A 600-year-old composition in The Sea of Books is all about walking in the sea of books, and learning the sea is endless. Almost every book has a gentle voice, which is exciting, exciting and attractive. This voice is sometimes sweet and sometimes deep; Sometimes tactfully, sometimes impassioned, this ethereal and strange voice deeply attracted me to this vast ocean, a place that is always beautiful and blooming in spring-the sea of books. Its magic, its magnificence, its profundity and its richness made me have an inseparable relationship with it in my childish childhood. My relationship with books is complicated, and there is no affection between us. Books also have the contents of books, but they are true and false. But we are friends, the closest and most sincere friends in the world. They are lifelong friends, worthy of relying on and trusting. Books will treat people equally, whether they are strong or sick. As long as they need it, they will immediately lend a helping hand and make me happy. Whenever they encounter setbacks, whenever they are exhausted, whenever they are frustrated, whenever they are lonely. It brings me wordless care. However, in those stormy days, it always accompanied me silently, telling me the most beautiful stories in the world and giving me the most sincere wishes. Although my feelings and fate with books are not innate, they are innate. When I can't read, I always like to listen to my mother's stories and watch her tell Qian Qian's absolutely interesting and beautiful fairy tales with a smile. I am always glad to see her holding a beautiful fairy tale book, bright in color, thin or thick. However, from the day I learned to read, books became a particularly important thing in my life and integrated with my body. Those square fonts ripple beautifully in my eyes, like the wings of an angel, shaking gently, and white feathers flying in the dark blue night sky, bringing infinite fantasies and thoughts, which is wonderful. It's beautiful. From then on, I naively thought that books were the most beautiful things in the world. Of course, they are now I grew up day by day under the clear and transparent blue sky, and wandered in the illusory but real world. I like those beautiful and elegant words, which bloom on the white pages and are full of magic and fantasy. I saw my mother's selfless dedication and great love flowing slowly in Bing Xin's pen, and I saw Zhu Ziqing. Helpless and empty, I saw Gorky's strong growth in my difficult childhood, and I saw the most profound fable about life and death, the other side of the sky blue. The lines between the lines are full of the most sincere feelings in the world and touched thousands of kind souls. "Make good use of your eyes, as if you will be blind tomorrow. Listen to beautiful music, birds singing, and the powerful tunes of the orchestra. It's like you'll be deaf tomorrow. Touch whatever you want, as if your touch will decline tomorrow. Smell all the flowers and taste the food, as if you can't smell it tomorrow. " Helen Keller, the author of If You Give Me Three Days of Light, is a strong and great woman. She stood high at the end of her life, beside the burning flame, still holding her head high, so determined. This person who has lost a certain part of his body has such a profound experience and such touching words. He likes more kinds, so he feels that the number of books at home is far from my needs, so he gets a library card and runs to the library whenever he has time. Facing the rows of bookshelves, I feel like a small fish in the sea, swimming around in the ocean of books. After reading and reading, I finally understand why Dickinson once wrote such a poem: "No", no magical mount can take us to appreciate the true meaning of the world like a poem; Even if you are poor, no fence can stop you from roaming in the kingdom of books. What a smooth journey! But it carries all the beauty in the human soul! "The book is really amazing and I have gained a lot. Countless books have brought me countless touches and fun. Although I can't really understand the rich philosophy of life and complex thoughts and feelings in the text, I can feel those cheerful or euphemistic rhythms, which are wonderful and strange. I am fascinated by the world of books, whether it is lyrical works that exude warmth and express my feelings about life, or works that reveal the true meaning of life and protest against social injustice. I'm fascinated, too. The world of books is like a raging sea, coming in waves in my life. I know a lot, understand a lot, and encounter setbacks. When Alice grows up, should she squat on the ground and cry helplessly or stand up bravely and go forward? This is undeniable. People who have a fate with books will be happy. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. Yes, on the road of life.
Walking in the Pastoral Composition Walking in the Pastoral Aishan Primary School Class 605 Chen Qicong During the May Day holiday, my parents are going to take me for a walk in the suburbs and feel the pastoral scenery.
Of course, our destination is Yangdun Village! On May 3rd, my parents and I took a bus to Yangdun Village, Leidian, Deqing.
When I got off the bus, a unique earthy smell of the field came to my nose, which made people feel relaxed and happy, and I felt that I had entered a wonderful fairyland.
Close up, flowers and grass are swaying in the wind, as if dancing happily. Welcome our arrival.
In front, in the crystal clear river, small fish and shrimp are playing carefree, and the small fish are spinning around the pebbles while spitting bubbles; Shrimp arched its back, paddled hard and rushed forward quickly ... Looking around, the green hills are towering and straight, giving people an unspeakable comfort! We walked briskly to the strawberry garden. Seen from a distance, it is white. Oh, it turned out to be a greenhouse. When we entered the greenhouse, a large piece of strawberry was printed in our eyes.
Strawberries are like little girls in red. Some of them hide behind the leaves, some pile together in groups of three or five, and some stand high on the leaves, showing how fresh and colorful they are.
Alas, it seems that although they are so naughty, they are still very cute! Then, we came to the mulberry area. Every mulberry leaf is so tender and green. It's just a green ocean.
There are strings of small purple grapes hidden under the big mulberry leaves.
My mother told me that this is the fruit of mulberry-mulberry. Not only that, my mother also told me that purple mulberry is sweeter and red mulberry is sour and sweet ... I picked a purple mulberry and put it in my mouth. I didn't expect mulberry fruit to be so delicious, sweet and fragrant.
I couldn't help grabbing it and stuffing it into my mouth.
Suddenly, mom giggled. Oh, my mouth is purple, just like a greedy Xiaohua Mall ... Ah! The wonderful feeling of wandering in the countryside is unparalleled, impeccable and wonderful! I like the beautiful scenery of the countryside!
Walking in the dream of love homework helps to stand on tiptoe gently, and the waltz of love surrounds my ears.
Gradually, the lingering drizzle accompanied me with songs like silk, smoke and fog ... everything was ignored, and I wandered in the dream of love.
Those lost times are like water, and it loves to go backwards.
Butterfly dance, it once made me get maternal love. How many kinds of sacred objects can we use to compare it with maternal love? Simply put, it is an unremarkable coffee bean, lying quietly in a place just to make people wash away its heart for boiling water, and its rich aroma tempts your nose.
At the moment I was born, my mother was ready to give you everything in my life and let you thrive in the cradle of love.
Motherly love needs neither too many flowery words, nor earth-shattering deeds, nor touching publicity.
A word, an action, a look, your heart is full of maternal love.
The shower came, and the cloudy day was deep, just like dad's face, so many raindrops fell. If a mother's love is like a drizzle, then a father's love is a shower accompanied by lightning.
Father's love is too easy to get! What's the purpose of wading through the rough river and crossing the mountains and mountains? In order to get my father's generous love, when you see the colored stones in the stream, it is my father's fiery heart, which is naked in front of my eyes without any disguise.
Father's love is like a towering mountain, like a vicissitudes of the sea, like a gloomy day ... once, I heard a story that a rich father was willing to give up himself and take the fall for his daughter in order not to let her go to jail.
He wrote a letter, and I traded my life for your self. You are not dragging out an ignoble existence, but reborn. Ah, I sighed and looked at my father's face. Time has made him no longer young. In short, my father loves mountains.
It's not a stream, it's bluer than a stream, it's not the sea, it's quieter than the sea.
What is that? This is love.
Love is a ray of sunshine, because with love, people are no longer afraid of darkness and cold, and welcome the next sun.
Love is nectar, because with love, hopes and dreams can be watered and life can thrive.
Love is a breeze, because with love, the smoke is blown away, and people can walk out of the shadows and play music that touches the earth.
Love is an irreplaceable emotion.
From now on, let's wander in the dream of love and be free.
Sixth grade: a snowy summer.
Wandering in the Mid-Autumn Festival, all 600-word compositions were spread out on the night of the full moon on August 15. The bright moon "shines in my hometown, shines on the border, you miss it in the quiet night, and I miss it …" What do people miss? I miss my relatives far away.
Although "people have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs", in any case, on August 15, people always hope to reunite with their distant relatives.
This is the ancient tradition of China and the profound connotation of oriental culture, and no force can stop this kind of affection.
Therefore, the Mid-Autumn Festival has become a festival symbolizing "family reunion".
In the watery moonlight, our family sat around the big round table and ate together. There are all kinds of dishes on the table. I picked up a hot piece of fat and chewed it slowly. It tastes great! I really haven't eaten such a delicious meal for a long time.
Everyone ate enthusiastically and gradually became cheerful and toasted each other.
"Brilliant, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, only the Mid-Autumn Festival", so this year is no exception. After dinner, we sat in the yard and enjoyed the moon.
There are many moon cakes in front of you. Take a bite, the sweet feeling is just like the feeling of being happy with my family today.
As the saying goes, every happy event is especially happy, and the moon is particularly bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Tonight's Moon and Peace Day are really different. Isn't it round to sit together like our family?
"On the fifteenth night of the first month, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the stars and the moon were bright. The lanterns were actually put up in the six streets and three cities." Looking out from the yard, the bustling scene in the market is even better than before, and the happy atmosphere brought by family reunion is everywhere.
However, I think of a poem by Wang Jian: "I don't know who will fall in autumn tonight."
Yes, just when people are reunited with their families, there must be people in other places who can't be reunited with their families, so I sent my best wishes for the full moon tonight. I hope you don't feel sad when you are lonely. Look up at the moon. Maybe your family is watching.
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How to write the composition "Wandering in the embrace of nature"? Say goodbye to the smog that lasted for many days. Today's sky is exceptionally blue, just like crystal, without any impurities.
I especially like this endless blue sky, without the doping of clouds, just like a girl who has just stepped into youth, especially pure.
I love nature.
In my spare time, I will definitely throw myself into the embrace of nature.
The most pleasant thing is that the dense leaves are stacked together, and the sun shines through the cracks and bathes the earth.
The wind brushed my cheeks lightly and messed up the ends of my hair.
Close your eyes gently, let's calm down and listen to the breath of nature.
Spring in nature is full of vitality.
It gives life to all living things.
Calling for a friend, a bird, singing loudly, awakened the stream.
The stream should sing for the birds and accompany them with its unique voice.
The fish was awakened, wagging its tail and swimming happily in the stream.
The reflection of the arch bridge is reflected on the sparkling water, flickering.
Nature's summer is passionate.
Cicada, which has been sleeping for more than ten years, hatched.
It is tearing at its throat, trying to add vitality to the hot summer.
The sun couldn't hold back and gave it to Xia without reservation.
Summer is like a fiery red girl, sending the melody of * * * to thousands of families.
There are joys and sorrows in autumn in nature.
Ye Er can no longer dance with the wind, quietly falling from the branches and falling into the mud to sleep.
But the farmer's uncle's face can't hide a smile.
The ears of wheat bent over with laughter, and they made fruitful achievements one by one; Corn can't wait, all fruitful, waiting to be picked in the green tent; Pomegranate can't help grinning, revealing crystal-clear and full fruit.
What a harvest scene! Winter in nature is quiet and elegant.
It silently covers the mother earth with a thick quilt to repay the kindness of raising.
When all was silent, the whole world was wrapped in silver and put on a white dress.
But it is lively under the earth, and everything is accumulating strength, waiting for the spring to break ground and sprout! Ah, all creatures are in the embrace of nature, just like snuggling up to their mothers.
I love nature!
Wandering in the open space of life, life is rare and boring, and boredom is a blank in meaning. However, without this blank, how can we remember our desire for meaning? Just like when the lover is away, the yearning for the lover is full of love space. Our life is short, but this short life is too crowded. Our schedule is full. We spend a lot of time in busy factories, institutions and noisy markets. We are too keen on doing things and communicating. When you are exhausted, suddenly, there is a clearing here. When we seldom have nothing to do and no one to accompany us, we have to wander around this clearing. We saw the grass breaking out under our feet and felt that there was an emotion growing like grass in our hearts. Grass will not grow in places full of houses and crowded with pedestrians. So does this prove that when we wander in despair, we accept more sunshine and air? Therefore, life is rarely boring! Deliberately boring, which in itself is close to boring. Perhaps the best way to talk about boredom is to have three or five friends, who are very serious and tactful on weekdays. When they finished, they got together to chat by chance. During this period, their speeches were brilliant and witty, but every sentence was aimless and irrelevant. If someone steals a record, it must be a masterpiece of spreading boring charm. It's a pity that friends in reality are scattered, and everyone seems to be not doing things as expected, so it's not easy to get such an opportunity. So I think that life is mostly boring, and the empty space seems endless, which makes people wander unintentionally, just thinking about leaving and walking. Even if they can't get out of boredom, walking itself is not boring, but it will be behind them.
I wandered in the ocean of poetry, brushed away all the dusty veils of China history, and chewed the sadness and sorrow of the past and present. In this 3,000-year history of literature, I am alone in the ocean of poetry.
In the ocean of poetry, you can feel loneliness and desolation. How can you live alone when you are looking out of the window? Wandering in the ocean of poetry, you can taste boldness and broadmindedness-life is like a dream, and a bottle is still a month; Wandering in the ocean of poetry, we can look down on floating names and empty names-forbear to change floating names into shallow names and sing in a low voice.
Poetry is the spiritual food of life, the eternal witness of the years, the crater of the sense of * *, and the inkstone for expressing one's ambition ... "Sailing alone, the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
"Li Bai's affection for the river expressed his infinite nostalgia for his friends in poetry." Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
"Li Yu used water to mourn and expressed the pain of losing his country and home with poetry;" I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.
Du Fu climbed high and looked far, and expressed his melancholy feelings of wandering in a foreign land with poems. Rivers that are gone forever, waves, eternal romantic figures.
Looking at the river, Su Shi used poetry to express the rare broad-minded words of the ancients ... Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I heard the voice from the other side of history.
"Mountain will be angry, and unfavorable will not die.
"I read out the helplessness and sadness of Xiang Yu, the overlord of the place of Western Chu, about his impending failure;" The mountain is not too high, and the sea is not too deep. The Duke of Zhou vomited and fed, and the world anxious to return.
"I read that Cao Cao, a treacherous man in troubled times, longed for wise men and capable people; Between Andrew's mansion and 10 million rooms, all the poor people in the world are smiling.
I understand Du Fu's concern and sympathy for the working people, a poet in troubled times.
"I read the pastoral poet Tao Qian's yearning for and love for mountains and rivers ... Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I tasted rich and profound historical feelings.
The spring breeze blows the willow, the jade emperor flies, two horses are in parallel, sending you ten miles, and folding the willow on a moonlit night. Nostalgia is intense ... the moonlight is bright, the rice smells fragrant, cicadas wake up, birds and magpies are startled to fly, frogs are everywhere, passers-by are telling the scene of harvest in this quiet and lively summer night ... Walking alone among the fallen leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn, the autumn wind is rustling, and the trees are falling and sweeping the leaves.
I wandered in the ocean of poetry, weathered my melancholy with beautiful poetry, and diluted my sadness with the meaning of poetry.
I wandered in the ocean of poetry, packed my feelings and continued to live a poetic life.
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Pour a cup of fragrant tea and sit in the bookstore; Take a good book and read it carefully.
Curly, flowing around me; Every word hit my heart.
Immersed in the sea of books, happiness will haunt you.
Reading brings me happiness and makes me have a full life.
Winter vacation is a lonely time for me. My parents are going out to work. I am the only one left in the big house.
Whenever this happens, a feeling of boredom and loneliness will come to mind.
So, I always go to the bookshelf, open the cupboard door, take out a book and sit at the desk with a happy face.
The characters in the book are all flesh and blood. Their emotions, ups and downs of their fate all affect my mood.
Whenever I see funny sentences, I can't help laughing over my mouth; Whenever I read a sad place, there are tears dripping down my cheeks on the book; Whenever I encounter a horrible scene, I will casually look around to see if there are ghosts. In this surprise and joy, time flies, I fell into the sea of books, solved the lingering problems, and forgot all my troubles and disappointments.
I just want to wander in the sea of books, looking for the happiness that belongs to me, the happiness that belongs to me only ... books are like my companions, accompanying me to "play" and "sing", absorbing nutrients and eliminating loneliness.
Books bring me endless happiness and enrich my life.
Reading brings me happiness and gives me a positive and optimistic attitude.
I am deeply distressed by the unstable performance in previous years.
Just then, I read Helen Keller's If I Have Three Days of Light.
Helen Keller's strength and determination, especially her optimistic attitude in the face of adversity, deeply touched me.
"Details determine success or failure, and attitude determines everything.
"I began to look at myself and find out my own shortcomings.
Start with small things and work hard every day.
In this way, I persisted, worked hard, made great progress in my grades, and tasted the joy of success! Later, I read How Steel was Tempered and Ordinary World, and learned that "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs", and that no matter what kind of environment they face, they should smile and grow up happily! When I am bitter, books accompany me like loyal old friends; When I fail, the book comforts me and tells me that failure is the mother of success; When I succeeded, it was this book that warned me that modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind.
My life is no longer confused by books.
If my life is short of books, it is like a garden without flowers, like a starry night sky, like a blue sky on a sandstorm, like a clear eye covered with shadows, everything is meaningless.
Boating in the sea of books brings me all kinds of unique happiness.
In my eyes, this kind of happiness is beyond description by any gorgeous words.
I am deeply fascinated by this kind of happiness.
These joys will accompany me through youth, wind and rain and life.
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