1. Please name the character in the composition, not Xiaohong or Xiaogang.
Damn! My name is Wang Chaowei.
Talking about my name, I have a story. Do you want to hear it? Here's where my name comes from. Mom was busy naming me.
My mother named me Wang Mingwei. Where is my father? But he was dissatisfied. Why? Firstly, it is not easy to read, and secondly, some boys are also named Wang Mingwei.
With just two words, my father defeated my mother and seized the naming rights. In order to give me a good name, my father bought three thick naming books and studied for three days and three nights, and finally came up with two good names.
One is named Wang Jiawei; the other is named Wang Chaowei. I am called Wang Jiawei because the homonym of Jia is Jia, which means I am an outstanding talent.
The reason I am called Wang Chaowei is because I want to have a heart as red and warm as the morning glow. Mom and dad don't know which name to use.
So I asked my mother’s colleague. He thought about it all morning and finally made his choice. He solemnly announced: My name is Wang Chaowei. 2. A complete list of 8 essay topics and protagonist names
Morning in Hometown With strong memories, I strolled onto the winding and deep mountain path behind my house.
The surroundings are filled with the fragrance of earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass and flowers. Those round, bright, crystal clear dewdrops are like scattered pearls, hanging on the branches and grass blades, sparkling and shining.
The bird flew happily from one branch to another, shaking off the "pearls". They dance and sing happily, sometimes heartily and sometimes melodiously.
The morning mist is like a milky white gauze, like a dream, like an illusion, like a poem, like a painting, which cannot be waved away, pulled apart, and chopped continuously, blocking my sight, making people feel like riding on the clouds. feeling. The mountains are covered with fog, and the fog covers the mountains. The green is white, and the white is soaked in green.
The dewdrops also seemed to be surprised by the scene in front of them, and quietly slipped away to play elsewhere, leaving their traces on the ground. The land was wet and moist, and through the gaps between the branches and leaves, the glow of the sun shone The afterglow shines on my body. At this time, the morning fog on the mountain forest had disappeared, but in the mountain forest, there was a thin layer of smoke flowing in a long wisp. At this time, a ray of sunlight slanted into my eyes. I squinted and looked at The gift of the sun brings a holy feeling to my heart.
In a corner of the park, the faint morning light comes gently, accompanied by the fragrance of earth. A ray of morning light casually shined on an old shrub in the corner of the park, and golden dust suddenly flew up.
The old shrubs, which are golden and green when illuminated by the sun, are free of charge. It's like a whole new world here, with different stories happening every day.
The dewdrops were spinning on the leaves of the shrub. As they turned in circles, they dripped along the tip of the leaf and fell into the embrace of another leaf. However, as soon as the sun showed its face, the dewdrops disappeared. Never return. A small beetle staggered up to a rotten branch of an old shrub. The branch immediately swayed and creaked, and it was about to fall several times. It quickly grabbed the leaf stem with all its little feet, stabilized its body, and climbed up quickly. , the small black shell flashed in the sun.
But the carapace obviously made it carry a lot of weight, and it stopped soon after, as if it had been thinking for a few seconds. As soon as the shell exploded, a pair of small, semi-black, semi-transparent wings stretched out from the inside. Then it flew away and disappeared... On the other side of the old bush, a snail was walking, dragging a long bright trail behind it, which showed charming colors like a rainbow under the sunlight. The snail has no time to admire, it still has a long way to go.
When it passed a few dewdrops, it had no choice but to press them away. The colorful bright streaks have also become intermittent, and the morning light has just begun at this time... The memories of the wilderness flow out, and the rest is gone. Now it is autumn and the air is crisp. I have nothing to do in the afternoon, so I go for a walk alone. Unknowingly, I walked to the hillside on the opposite side. The faint fragrance, carrying the breath of earth, made people feel dynamic and relaxed.
Yes, the unique atmosphere of September fields in my hometown. Looking for a faint fragrance, I climbed to the top of the slope. When I looked out, everything in front of me was golden and lustrous gold, ah! Yes, it's gold.
Large tracts are covered with it, like gold all over the ground. Its boundlessness and vastness make you stop, the breeze blows, and the layers of gold... you can't help but feel excited in your heart. , rushed forward, a golden color surrounded me, submerged me, and convinced me. I ran around in it unscrupulously, touching it as much as I wanted to feel the heavy feeling.
Listening attentively to the thin whirling sounds between them, ripples are splashing in my heart like still water. Looking at the colorful clouds on the other side, I gently closed my eyes, but my heart was already lost in this rich land.
In the boundless wilderness, under the gradually changing afterglow, what surges in the clouds is the soul of nature... Yes, it is boundless nature, vital nature, and nature. soul. The person who makes me silent. Under the light of the slowly sleepless night, it is deep and flows silently, which makes people feel a little overwhelmed.
The microcosms flowing in the Chidao are also vaguely visible. The incompleteness of the home is long. The sound of closing the door during the period is heard, and the tranquility of the home is broken at that moment! Maybe you think that a father who doesn't come home is irresponsible, but who knows where this reason comes from. It was a leisurely afternoon. The quietness at home made me feel a little uncomfortable. Everyone was doing their own thing. An irregular knock on the door made everyone jump with fear. They hurried to open the door. As soon as they opened it, they saw my father's face flushed. It seems that we are just having fun.
Seeing that it was crumbling, he was a little worried. He pushed the door open, and the heavy door hit the door frame hard, shaking the ground. When he was about to reach out to help him, he backed up. The first gear said: "It's not in the way." Just say that, I tentatively groped the white wall towards the bedroom, watching him swaying from side to side. Maybe I would have laughed at my father's appearance when I was a child, but at this time I was silent... Maybe the responsibility is not necessarily It is a performance, invisible, breathless and silent. When you really feel it, you will cry for it.
Zang Zao's hazy eyes quietly opened, and he stared at the white wall paint on the roof for a long time. It was so empty. Looking out the window at the cloudy sky for three or four days in a row, he sighed. Angry, the depression in my heart couldn't help but become a little more intense. Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, I couldn't think of how to relieve myself.
I slowly put on my clothes, maybe because I didn’t want to disturb my parents’ rest, so I took my coat and carefully closed the dark door. Walking alone on the road to the park, the people on the road were still as sparse as before. In this gray weather, there was no trace of spring at all.
When you walk into the simple but ancient stone gate, what comes to you is not the fragrance of flowers and plants, nor the faint fragrance, but the moist air, everything is like a mist in the clouds. It feels so mysterious. At this time, when I saw such a scenery, I was a little more surprised by the mystery of the park.
The wet stone ground felt slippery and soft when you walked on it. Walking on the bridge and looking at the lake in the distance, I faintly heard a small ticking sound coming into my ears. The sound was so crisp and brisk.
Sitting on a small stool surrounded by trees, the surrounding moisture continued to permeate the whole body, and the familiar crisp sound also faintly emerged. This time I did not ignore it and gently closed the door. Eyes, quietly feel their rhythm with your heart. The brisk rhythms are so cheerful and light when they are combined one by one. At this moment, a seed quietly penetrates into the soil, nourishing it with the ticking water droplets. I listen.