Although those trees have no stout bodies, they still stand tall and straight. The extra branches seem to have been trimmed and look so "neat".
After the swaying trees were baptized by nature, most of the leaves fell, and the remaining yellow leaves seemed to be taken away by the autumn wind soon! The tree certainly doesn't want to, but what can it do? Autumn wind is the messenger of nature, and the tree is just a "little doll" who can't walk or run, has life and soul but has no choice. Even if you don't give up the leaves that accompanied him through the ups and downs, how can you compete with nature? You can also do whatever you want: 323131335323635438+03431303231363533e59b9e7ad94313363373062.
Perhaps it also understands that it is not only nature that controls it, but also humans. Humans saw that it was crooked and ugly, so they split it and repaired it.
When he saw that he was in trouble, he cut it down, euphemistically calling it: helping him grow. You can keep it if you want to use it as an ornament. If you don't like it, you can cut it down to make furniture or something.
What can it do in the face of all this? It is its only choice to acquiesce, bear, yield and let it be at its mercy! Don't! It should be said that it is impossible to choose! Another autumn wind blew, which woke me up unconsciously. The tree is still swaying in the wind, and then it seems to me that it is covered with a sad coat, which seems so helpless.
Yes, who wants to be a "doll" at the mercy of others? Even a tree that can't move. I would like to be an eagle and embrace the whole sky; Spread your wings and soar on the sea; Standing on the top of the mountain, proudly free and easy.
Never be a tree that can't control your own destiny.
It has been almost seventeen years since 2.600 words were born in the familiar (rural) street composition. In the face of unfamiliar and familiar streets, the focal length of the eyes has long since disappeared, leaving only memories ... I still remember that the streets were as gray as roads before, and then slowly paved with a layer of cement, floors of different shapes, and different colors, three steps and a combination pattern.
At first, I stepped on the pattern, carefully, afraid of stepping on the line on the edge of the pattern, and gradually the excitement at first turned into boredom. Remember the old street lamp? One is bright, one is flashing, and the other is not bright. Night is not like the day now. I can enjoy the fun and * * brought by darkness with my friends when I go home after studying at night. Now there is a street lamp and two "lights" in the street, and there is no more laughter in the street ... Now I am lying in bed, and when I am about to fall asleep, the horn of a big truck comes from my ear, which wakes me up and makes me lean back.
A long time ago, I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't hear the horn like a lullaby, because there was no car passing by on the road ... In the afternoon, I sat in front of the computer in my study, thinking hard about how to write my composition quickly, looking at the computer screen and constantly deleting sentences, and I was extremely upset. The laughter of the children from downstairs interrupted my train of thought, and I was greatly annoyed. My hand is banging on the keyboard. At the same time, memories came to mind. When I was young, I stood on a small chair and watched my friends downstairs playing all the time. I cried my face red and begged my parents to let me go out and play with them. With permission, the expression on my face quickly changed from cloudy to sunny, and I rushed downstairs excitedly, chasing on the unpaved road and dodging with the old street lamp ... Now I walk through the familiar and unfamiliar streets and cherish autumn like a child. Staring at the strange environment, I sighed, "people are different." Now running in the street, I can't find the feeling I used to feel, but it will also attract a crazy look and look up at the sky. The only thing that hasn't changed is the stars in the sky, but there are still so many, but I can't find the original memory in the street ... The street has changed, the street lamps have changed, they have all changed, they have all changed.
It has been almost seventeen years since the familiar street composition was born. Facing the unfamiliar and familiar street, the focal length of the eyes has long disappeared, leaving only memories. ...
I still remember that the streets used to be as gray as roads, and then slowly spread a layer of cement, spread different shapes of floors, spread different colors in one cycle, and combine patterns in three steps. At first, I stepped on the pattern, carefully, afraid of stepping on the line on the edge of the pattern, and gradually the excitement at first turned into boredom. Remember the old street lamp? One is bright, one is flashing, and the other is not bright. At night, it's not like daytime. I can enjoy the fun and * * brought by darkness with my friends when I go home after studying at night. Now, there are two "lights" and a street lamp in the street. Since then, there has been no laughter in the street. ...
Now I'm lying in bed, and when I'm about to fall asleep, the sound of a big truck horn comes from my ear, which wakes me up. I leaned back and cursed over and over again. A long time ago, I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't hear the horn like a lullaby, because there was no car passing by on the road ... In the afternoon, I sat in front of the computer in my study, thinking hard about how to write my composition quickly, looking at the computer screen and constantly deleting sentences, and I was extremely upset. The laughter of the children from downstairs interrupted my train of thought, and I was greatly annoyed. My hand is banging on the keyboard. At the same time, memories came to mind. When I was young, I stood on a small chair and watched my friends downstairs playing all the time. I cried my face red and begged my parents to let me go out and play with them. With permission, the expression on my face quickly changed from cloudy to sunny, and I rushed downstairs excitedly, chasing on the unpaved road and dodging with the old street lamp ... Now I walk through the familiar and unfamiliar streets and cherish autumn like a child. Staring at the strange environment, I sighed, "people are different." Now running in the street, I can't find the feeling I used to feel, but it will also attract a crazy look and look up at the sky. The only thing that hasn't changed is the stars in the sky. There are still so many, but I can't find my original memories in the street. ...
The streets have changed, the street lamps have changed, they have all changed, and they have all passed away. ...
Familiar street composition 600 words familiar street
The autumn wind is blowing and the trees on both sides of the street are swaying. I walked along the long street and couldn't help looking up at the trees.
Although those trees have no stout bodies, they still stand tall and straight. The extra branches seem to have been trimmed and look so "neat". After the swaying trees were baptized by nature, most of the leaves fell, and the remaining yellow leaves seemed to be taken away by the autumn wind soon! The tree certainly doesn't want to, but what can it do? Autumn wind is the messenger of nature, and the tree is just a "little doll" who can't walk or run, has life and soul but has no choice. Even if you don't give up the leaves that accompanied him through the ups and downs, how can you compete with nature? It may also be dominated by its term of office. Perhaps it also understands that it is not only nature that controls it, but also humans. Humans saw that it was crooked and ugly, so they split it and repaired it. When he saw that he was in trouble, he cut it down, euphemistically calling it: helping him grow. You can keep it if you want to use it as an ornament. If you don't like it, you can cut it down to make furniture or something. What can it do in the face of all this? It is its only choice to acquiesce, bear, yield and let it be at its mercy! Don't! It should be said that it is impossible to choose! Another autumn wind blew, which woke me up unconsciously. The tree is still swaying in the wind, and then it seems to me that it is covered with a sad coat, which seems so helpless. Yes, who wants to be a "doll" at the mercy of others? Even a tree that can't move.
I would like to be an eagle and embrace the whole sky; Spread your wings and soar on the sea; Standing on the top of the mountain, proudly free and easy. Never be a tree that can't control your own destiny.
5. Find a short passage on a familiar street. I saw it again on a familiar street.
In the southern night, in the deep sleep of spring, I saw the old street, which rippled back and forth like water waves, and the ripples gently beat my heart. Yes, many years have passed, and I miss that old street alone at midnight, as if overlooking my youth.
This short and narrow old street is about fifty or sixty buttonwood trees away. People with good eyesight can see the south to north of this street. The pavement of the bluestone slab is uneven, and the shops along the street are also faintly visible. The old marks on the wooden door with blue tiles and gray walls are hard to identify, and even the people sitting inside are mostly white-bearded crutches. If it is rainy, there will always be some water on the road that can't be discharged for a while, which is very annoying, so always keep your eyes open when walking.
Unfamiliar people will definitely not have a good impression of this place, and there are troubles everywhere. Traffic, water and electricity, public health ... Looking up and down are hidden in daily life, big and small, and every detail contains trivial, narrow, complicated and stinging. However, residents and people familiar with the old street, especially the elderly, are very fond of the old street.
Their eternal living habits are preserved here. But the glory of the old street began at dusk.
At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, people, smoke, lights and all kinds of sounds exude a kind of visible, messy, secular but warm. It's like this every day, whether it's cold or hot in summer, windy or rainy. At this time, the streets will gradually become active.
Did you get a look at him? The shops whose lintels were blackened by fireworks began to boil water. Just like going to the battlefield, no one falls behind. They opened the oven door, steamed buns, set the table, laid wires ..., the most striking of which was the burden booth gathered here from the air. Oh, they almost moved out the whole house, pots and pans, tables and stools, everything was ready, even the water was packed in plastic buckets. Somehow, they are always more diligent in business than the people in the shop. Some of them are sisters, husbands and wives, or uncles. In short, they are relatives at home, and they are related by blood in their bones.
These flowing landscapes are like a touch of rosy clouds in the western sky. At a certain moment, the people in it will be a little touched: they will have a little awe of being alive, but it will all pass, very light and persistent, like the wind. What is there to think about? People do business in an orderly way. They smiled, thought nothing, and ate seriously. The darkness spread bit by bit, and the night came.
They are the protagonists here and have reached a self-evident harmony with those shops. It's only three years' study time, and when they graduate, the next batch of people will follow.
They are passers-by like flowing water, and the old street has witnessed their most precious youth. They finished this old street.
A year or two later, when they revisited their hometown as teachers, people still knew them in the old street. For example, the fat boss of the bookstore can call out their names in one bite, and his memory is as good as that of the day. The proprietress of jewelry store likes to make friends with her best. When she saw you, she asked, Are you busy at work? Are you dating someone? Other meetings are embarrassing, the hotel owner suddenly said with a livid face. When do you have another account to settle? The listener was ashamed and speechless for a moment. Yunnan rice noodles and cold rice noodles are sold by a foreign couple. The shopkeeper didn't notice anything about their reunion after such a long separation. In their eyes, as long as they are customers, they are treated cheerfully. They can't understand their nostalgia and nostalgia.
But the old lady selling dumplings frowned and asked softly, do you seem to have graduated from this school? Only this sentence reminds the listener of a big taboo-time is like water, the world is long, and some friendships are always cut off. I finally got a chance to visit that old street.
However, a message dispelled my idea: my alma mater, Normal University, no longer exists! However, I still miss Laojie, my classmate. Do you often see the past years in your dreams as I do? At that time, the wind in the old street blew gently, blowing our bright smiling faces. We thought that life was like this, fragrant, cheerful, intoxicated and endless.
6. Write a street I am familiar with, with the topic of "A street I am familiar with", with about 550 words.
Walking on this familiar street, the sun shines on people's food stalls and fruit stalls, and people's shouts, dogs' growls, children's playing sounds and laughter memories come and go.
In summer, this street is scorching in the hot sun. The stall owner held a big umbrella in the booth, and passers-by ate ice cream with relish. The dazzling sunshine makes people hard to open their eyes. Several old people sat by the newsstand and played mahjong around a small stone table. "Hu!" The sound reached my ears and made me feel kind.
In the evening, the lights in the milk tea house are on, so are the lights in the store, and the streets become quiet. The adults who came home from work stopped at the food stall: "This ... well, this!" "In the past, people pointed to the food they wanted and then came out with plastic bags full of food.
In autumn, the road is covered with fallen leaves, maple leaves and old leaves ... a yellow sea with a little red and green. The leaves turn yellow, and autumn is coming. The wind is too strong for people to move forward.
The tree became bare, and the big tree was next to a school. I remember that there was an off-campus class in our remedial class, and more than a dozen of our children sang along with the teacher. The song stopped, several boys talked about computer games, and kiya and I followed the team, savoring the ice cream. It was a hot summer, and kiya and I talked and laughed all the way.
One weekend in summer, I walked down that street with some friends and drank iced black tea that I just bought from a tea house. Cool tea moistens our hearts. "Go to the magazine shop!" A voice broke the silence. We ran to the magazine store, and in a short time we walked out of the magazine store with our beloved magazines and returned to this small street.
Today, I walked down this street again, and I relived those bits and pieces in my mind. The wind is blowing, blowing my messy hair, blowing the past that has disappeared.
7. Ask to write an article about the street, community or village you are familiar with. In the summer vacation, my father took me to visit Suzhou gardens.
As soon as we arrived at the classical gardens, we were attracted by antique buildings and leafy old trees. Let's talk about antique buildings, red painted columns and green painted railings. They are beautiful! There are colorful paintings on the railings of every room, with all kinds of people and flowers on them, but thousands of paintings are different. The building is very wide, with 400 to 500 square meters. If you are alone in it at night, you are really a little scared. This building is made of wood and full of national characteristics.
Go through the building and come to the backyard. Wow! Suzhou people really enjoy it. Although the yard is not big, it is spacious, which can enjoy the cool and is very comfortable. What a beautiful yard! There are small bridges and flowing water, which reminds me of the poem "Small Bridges and Flowing People" and makes a poetic arrangement. There are countless lotus flowers on the lake, white and red, like the face of a little doll. There is also a pavilion dedicated to rest. After seeing so many beautiful scenery, it is the most personalized pavilion. Walking across the small bridge, a forest came into view and walked in. There is a little sunshine on the grass. Squirrels occasionally run between trees, and the fragrance of flowers and plants comes to the nose. It's like being in the beautiful scenery of nature!
Walking through the yard, the exit arrived, and we reluctantly left this beautiful paradise.
8. The most familiar street 400 words are used to select materials. The autumn wind is blowing and the trees on both sides of the street are swaying. I walked along the long street and couldn't help looking up at those trees.
Although those trees have no stout bodies, they still stand tall and straight. The extra branches seem to have been trimmed and look so "neat". After the swaying trees were baptized by nature, most of the leaves fell, and the remaining yellow leaves seemed to be taken away by the autumn wind soon! The tree certainly doesn't want to, but what can it do? Autumn wind is the messenger of nature, and the tree is just a "little doll" who can't walk or run, has life and soul but has no choice. Even if you don't give up the leaves that accompanied him through the ups and downs, how can you compete with nature? It may also be dominated by its term of office. Perhaps it also understands that it is not only nature that controls it, but also humans. Humans saw that it was crooked and ugly, so they split it and repaired it. When he saw that he was in trouble, he cut it down, euphemistically calling it: helping him grow. You can keep it if you want to use it as an ornament. If you don't like it, you can cut it down to make furniture or something. What can it do in the face of all this? It is its only choice to acquiesce, bear, yield and let it be at its mercy! Don't! It should be said that it is impossible to choose! Another autumn wind blew, which woke me up unconsciously. The tree is still swaying in the wind, and then it seems to me that it is covered with a sad coat, which seems so helpless. Yes, who wants to be a "doll" at the mercy of others? Even a tree that can't move.
I would like to be an eagle and embrace the whole sky; Spread your wings and soar on the sea; Standing on the top of the mountain, proudly free and easy. Never be a tree that can't control your own destiny.
9. Composition How delicate and petite a familiar street bird is! I only saw crows and sparrows in Beijing.
Sometimes I see woodpeckers. However, here, the snow has not melted yet, and birds are flying in droves.
The first one is the bluebird. Westerners regard the bluebird as the symbol of the happiest, which I think is the most appropriate.
The news of spring was reported diplomatically because of the singing of robins. Robins stand in the snow and grass with their chests red, which is extremely vivid.
Hummingbirds are even smaller and very slim. When it flies over the flower tip, it is smaller than the flower. Sometimes I look up and catch a glimpse in the mountain pavilion, but I just hold my breath and stand still, even afraid to move my eyes. I seem to be afraid that this fragile little fairy will be scared away.
In addition, there are many birds with bright feathers, which I have to doubt, because I can't find their China names. Get up early before sunrise, and the mountains are full of light and beautiful songs.
In the hazy breeze, listening with a pillow makes people calm. Spring is a world of birds, and I thoroughly realized these two sentences: "Birds sing in spring" and "I wake up easily in this spring morning, and birds are singing everywhere"! We like birds best in our life.
Among the roses and lilacs, there are nests of Qingdao and robin, which are built so low that you can touch them with one hand. I often visit the families of these birds, but I never do anything to ruin their family happiness, such as stealing eggs and catching chickens.
I thought I was only leaving home temporarily, and my parents were already so concerned. If I am caught in a cage and never come back, won't my parents be heartbroken? I love myself, I love chicks, I love my parents, I love chicks' parents! What an interesting thing it is. Look at the broken-shell bird. Its yellow mouth and sparse feathers make it look ugly.
They are also extremely gluttonous and chirp in their nests all day! I'm so tired that I'm flying around. As they grew up, their mother took them to the ground.
Their feathers are fluffy, their calves are staggering, and they look fatter than their mothers. They are stupid and jump around with their mother.
Mother pecked a bug by accident, so they rushed to eat it. Getting up early, my mother taught them to sing. My mother's voice was euphemistic, but their voice was stupid.
These days, they can fly completely, sing and know that they are foraging, so they are no longer tired of their mothers. When I went to see them the day before yesterday, these chicks were no longer in their nests. They built a new nest.
On the branches not far from their parents' nests, they often visit their parents. Worms are cute, too.
Pink-purple butterflies, snails with round shells on their backs, buzzing bees, even frogs singing in the water every night and fireflies flashing among flowers are extremely gentle and childish. If you love it, it loves you.
Because they love children too much. Adults are too busy to play with them. 54438+0； Where does the text express the feelings that "I" and the bird want to be dear most? Write it down.
- - 、2; The article reveals the author's careful observation everywhere, please summarize according to the following tips. I saw it:-. I heard it. -"I" thought of it.
10. Ask to write an article about the street, community or village you are familiar with. In the summer vacation, my father took me to visit Suzhou gardens.
As soon as we arrived at the classical gardens, we were attracted by antique buildings and leafy old trees. Let's talk about antique buildings, red painted columns and green painted railings. They are beautiful! There are colorful paintings on the railings of every room, with all kinds of people and flowers on them, but thousands of paintings are different.
The building is very wide, with 400 to 500 square meters. If you are alone in it at night, you are really a little scared. This building is made of wood and full of national characteristics.
Go through the building and come to the backyard. Wow! Suzhou people really enjoy it. Although the yard is not big, it is spacious, which can enjoy the cool and is very comfortable.
What a beautiful yard! There are small bridges and flowing water, which reminds me of the poem "Small Bridges and Flowing People" and makes a poetic arrangement. There are countless lotus flowers on the lake, white and red, like the face of a little doll.
There is also a pavilion dedicated to rest. After seeing so many beautiful scenery, it is the most personalized pavilion. Walking across the small bridge, a forest came into view and walked in. There is a little sunshine on the grass. Squirrels occasionally run between trees, and the fragrance of flowers and plants comes to the nose. Just like being in the beauty of nature! Walking through the yard, the exit arrived, and we reluctantly left this beautiful paradise.