1. Falling red is not a heartless thing? Write an 800-word essay on the topic
Have you ever seen a branch full of cherry blossoms? Some people say that drowning in the sea of ??cherry blossoms is the most beautiful enjoyment in life. It's a pity that it's not March in spring, and there are no cherry blossoms all over the mountains here. But that's not important. A perfect life only requires one cherry blossom fall, and one is enough. When the petals quietly leave the flower, they take nothing with them, but they write the most beautiful chapter in its life, composing a song with only a fleeting symphony, a swan song of nature.
In my opinion, the cherry blossoms all over the sky are also eternal.
On that hill, there was once a piece of "the essence of autumn". They are so red under the call of autumn, so gorgeous, like blood. As soon as the wind passes by, the maple forest is like a wave, rushing one layer at a time into the distance. I bumped into it accidentally, as if sparks were about to burst out...
It's another early morning. At this time, the moon has completed its journey and is about to disappear behind the hills. The air became cooler and cooler. The sky in the east has gradually turned white. A cock crow broke the silence of the night. Its hoarse cry passed through the walls of the pen and seemed to come from a very far away place. The boundless sky turned white unconsciously, and the stars disappeared one by one.
When you open the window, you are greeted by dead leaves one after another. It slowly, slowly fell to the ground, making that sad "rustling" sound.
Fallen leaves, are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Luo Ye would never be so heroic and short of breath! Your splendid life will not end with the years, because the abundant seeds have carried your hope to the next spring.
You don’t have to worry about the bare branches being frozen by frost, because the former twigs have turned into strong and strong trunks.
Falling leaves are a classic of autumn. It seems to be a returning messenger, falling quietly from the treetops and branches, flying and hovering lightly in mid-air, as if dancing a "Swan Lake" with the last splendor of life. It gently fell to the ground, returned to the embrace of Mother Earth, closed its eyes quietly, and fell asleep peacefully.
The wind blew through the trees and pulled down the leaves. They dance lightly in the air, like beautiful butterflies, and like dancing elves... It seems not to miss the branches, nor to worry about fate, but just looking for its own destination.
Because Luohong is not a heartless thing. 2. Composition "(Flowers) in Ancient Poetry"
Answer 20 questions first and then talk about it. Too much oil is not bad! Haha
1. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival,
and there will be chrysanthemums.
(Meng Haoran: "Visiting the Old Friend's Village")
2. A pot of wine among the flowers,
Drinking alone without any blind date.
(Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon")
3. The sound of wind and rain at night,
How many flowers have fallen.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
4. Feeling the flowers splashing with tears,
The birds that hate each other are frightened.
(Du Fu: "Spring Outlook")
5. Look at the red and wet places at dawn,
The flowers are heavy in the official city.
(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain")
6. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place,
The Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
(Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple")
7. Huang Si's mother's house is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches.
(Du Fu: "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers")
8. Helplessly, the flowers fell away,
The swallows returned like déjà vu.
(Yan Shu: "Huanxi Sand")
9. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain,
Mandarin fish are fattened by peach blossoms and flowing water.
(Zhang Zhihe: "Yu Ge Zi")
10. May I ask where the restaurant is?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.
(Du Mu: "Qingming")
11. Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight,
Thousands of pear trees bloomed.
(Cen Shen: (Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital))
12. The tree at the head of the pond where I wash inkstones,
Each flower blooms with faint ink marks. .
(Wang Mian's "Mo Mei")
13. The river and mountains are beautiful in Chiri,
The spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
(Du Fu )
14. After collecting the honey from hundreds of flowers,
It will be sweet to whomever you work hard for
(Luo Yin)
15. The plums are golden, the apricots are fat,
The wheat flowers are white and the cauliflowers are sparse.
(Fan Chengda)
16. Three autumn leaves are falling,
Can bloom flowers in February.
(Tang Dynasty) Li Qiao (qiáo)
17. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire,
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue .
(Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
18. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,
The frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.
(Du Mu)
19. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers.
There will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
(Yuan Zhen)
20. Children hurriedly chased yellow butterflies,
flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found.
(Yang Wanli) 3. Writing about Dong Tang
The Taste of Dong Tang
His surname is Lu, his given name is Danlin, and his study is literally named Mangrove Room. He was born in Sanshui, Guangdong in 1896. He was blind in his left eye and had a porcelain eye installed. He resisted foot theft at an early age. He was shot in the head and suffered a slight limp all his life. Several seniors I knew were familiar with Lu Danlin in old Shanghai: Mr. Lu seemed to have been in Shanghai for most of his life. Ye Gongchuo of Panyu trusted this fellow and asked Lu Danlin to handle many things. I even gave him the bank book for safekeeping. I have long admired the name of Lu Danlin, a scholar of the Republic of China. He is also a veteran member of the Nanshe Society and a member of the Tongmenghui. Over the past few decades, I have known some of his deeds and occasionally bought a few of the mangrove rooms. It is an old collection, but it is a pity that Mr. Lu has been thinking about it for several years and has not been able to write it.
In 1967, Lao Zhou, who took me to see Sister Cui, the expert of Lu Xiaoman, took me to visit a very interesting person. The old man had a Chinese character face, a mustache, a rosy nose and a square chin. At first glance, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha who had lost weight. I read several letters from Lu Danlin at his house, and also saw a small inkstone carved with maple leaves. The mangrove seal was engraved, and it was said that it was given to him by Lu Danlin as a souvenir: "We met often when Mr. Lu was editor of "The Wind" in Hong Kong," he said. "We lost contact with the mainland after the change of government. What a weirdo, what a weirdo." "A good man!" I was young at that time and didn't pay much attention to the past events dictated by the older generation. I didn't write down the anecdotes the old man told about Lu Danlin, and they became hazy after decades. The old man said that he and Ye Gongchuo had tea in Lu Yu. I often talk about Lu Danlin’s temper, and I’ve read about it in books, newspapers and magazines.
Lao Zhou is an old-school guy, very enthusiastic, and he looks like a careful old man just over forty, my friend. Not only did he remember all his hobbies, but they also fulfilled them. I said that I suddenly fell in love with reading Bao Tianxiao’s articles. He remembered that the old man had cut out a bunch of Bao Tianxiao’s articles and said he might as well borrow them to read. There were many books, old newspapers and magazines in an old building on a small street near the stage. Packets of newspaper clippings were clearly classified and marked with calligraphy. That afternoon, when the old man heard that my surname was Dong, he was very happy and turned around. He took out the tin box of biscuits from the desk and invited us to eat Dongtang: "A friend from the New Territories just made it and sent it over. What a coincidence!"
I heard that Dongtang was a dessert invented by Dong Xiaowan.
The old man said that Dong Xiaowan and Mao Bijiang retired to Yanyue Tower in Rugao Water Painting Garden. Scholars and poets often recited poems and painted in the garden. Xiaowan used frosting sugar, malt sugar, and sesame to develop this crispy candy to entertain guests. Everyone praised it and it became famous far and wide. , became a famous local product in Rugao decades later. I ate two pieces that were really fragrant, crispy and not greasy. The old man smiled so brightly that his whole face was as bright as a light: "You must have discovered the charm of your Dong family's sweet sister!" He said that in his early years, he said I also ate Dongtang at the house of a friend from the calligraphy and painting industry in Shanghai. There were also several female painters from the Chinese Women's Calligraphy and Painting Association present. Xie Yuemei, Gu Qingyao, Song Ruoying were all there, and Feng Wenfeng came soon. The old man praised Feng Wenfeng, a native of Heshan, Guangdong, for his great official calligraphy, but his paintings were neat and without any creativity.
In the past forty years, I have met Feng Wenfeng and painted many words. I also bought a fan painted by her and wrote an article "Looking for Feng Wenfeng". However, I have not had the opportunity to encounter an outstanding painting by Feng Wenfeng for a long time. Official script. Recently, my friend Liang Jiyong from Guangzhou found for me in Shanghai a small couplet written by Feng Wenfeng to Lu Danlin. It is only 48 centimeters high, and the old mounting work is particularly exquisite. The handwriting is indeed exquisite: "Washing the pong trees and wiping the bamboos in Ni Yuan Town, "The rain is clear in Tang Zixi", the owner of the first mangrove, signed Feng Wenfeng, several seals are simply top quality, Lu Danlin's "Mangrove Chamber Collection" Zhu Wen square seal even the bright red color is as attractive as gelatin.
I heard that Lu Danlin has unique taste and never follows the vulgar. He doesn’t like the calligraphy of Liu Shi’an, Deng Shi, and Shaoji, so he won’t give it to him. He knows Qi Baishi and never wants old man Baishi’s paintings. I saw the wall at Feng Wenfeng’s house. There was a small painting screen by a famous painter, and he actually forced Feng Wenfeng to tear down the painting. Feng Wenfeng was hesitant, so he couldn't help but tear it off himself. I have kept a landscape sketch that Pu Xinshe painted for Lu Danlin. The painting is really good, no wonder Mr. Lu wants it. Feng Wenfeng was a close friend of him, and it was obvious that he didn't dare to be careless when writing this couplet for him.
While we drank Longjing and ate Dongtang, the old man scolded Feng Wenfeng’s husband, Deng Zhonghe, saying that he was originally a servant of the Feng family and had a wife and children. Feng Wenfeng wanted him all the time. He got angry, engaged in prostitution and gambling, and married three or four concubines. Feng Wenfeng said, "I was the one who was angry when he accepted the first favorite. Now he has the third and fourth concubines, and he is angry about the second and third concubines. What do I do?" From then on, she raised a police dog and a famous cat, and opened an art studio to express her love for calligraphy and painting. When she got tired of living in Shanghai, she moved to her family in Hong Kong. I heard that even Sun Yat-sen took pity on her and went to the pier to pick up her boat. The official script written by her father, Feng Shihan, is as famous as Deng Erya's seal script. Feng Wenfeng first took over the family learning, and the more she wrote, the more ups and downs she became. The old man lamented the hard life of her talented girl: "It's rare that her handwriting is as creative as Dong Tang's!" In a flash! A dream: Lu Danlin passed away in 1972, the old gentleman withered away the next year, Lao Zhou died of illness in North America, Dong Tang had not been seen for a long time, and Feng Wenfeng’s ink was suddenly leaked to me in Shanghai, and it was an official script written to the Mangrove Room, and it seemed like I was chasing after it late at night. Half of the rhymes in Mao Bijiang's "Reminiscences of Yingmei'an", even though there is no garden in the water painting, and no building in the bright moon, the deep feeling of passing away on the lonely mountain in Dong Xiaowan's works is vague and continuous. 4. My mother's daily life Write an essay
My mother's daily life
Every morning, my mother often gets up early, then she'll cook for me.
At 8 o'clock, it's time for go to work, so she go to the office by bus. And In the evening, my mother es back, now, she's so tired, so she had some supper and then go to sleep very early.
Therefore, I want to say: mother is great! 5. A composition about bean flowers
Bean flower
Two pairs of purple and blue flowers With its wings and bright yellow stamens, this is the bean flower.
In March, bean flowers are blooming everywhere, looking purple and blue. Its leaves are like horse ears, crowded together. Bean flowers sprouted from between these "horse ears". Some only slightly spread a pair of wings, some have both pairs of wings fully spread, like beautiful butterflies, and some are still "chrysalis", quietly waiting for the moment to turn into butterflies.
In the sunshine and the breeze, the bean flower exudes a faint fragrance, attracting many bees to collect nectar, and also attracts many butterflies to compete with it. A gust of wind blew by, and the bean flowers and butterflies all over the ground were dancing together. I couldn't tell which was the bean flower and which was the butterfly.
The bean flowers in the fields are so beautiful! 6. How to write an inscription on a humble house
Flowers will wither earlier than green leaves, and publicity will wither earlier than restraint.
Inscription
Outside the window, the desolate wind blew across the earth, a wisp of red fell into the water, and what was left was the reserve of the autumn wind. This reminded me of the unfinished business before the case. The old book I read reminded me of the "Inscription on a Humble Room" that inspired me.
Inspired by Liu Yuxi’s character at that time, I wrote this clean and self-sufficient "Inscription on the Humble Room". But what really moved me and made me think deeply was not the spirit he showed, but more about the "mountain". If it is not high, it will be famous if it has immortals; if it is not deep, it will be spiritual if it has dragons." The lingering red and green leaves somehow seem to have an indescribable fit with the "Inscription on the Humble Room".
The calm inner is always greater than the flamboyant appearance, and the exaggerated glitz is far less than the innocent simplicity.
The flowers are so gorgeous throughout the spring and summer, but they can't get rid of the withering in the autumn wind. Because they were once flamboyant, they give people sighs and regrets. "The flowers in the forest withered the spring reds in a hurry." And the green leaves But she always retains her own color, because it is restrained, even if it falls, it will only arouse people's pity.
The mountain is not high, and the view gives people a feeling of fairyland instead of the high mountains covered with snow all year round, but a kind of fairy mountain shaded by greenery.
The water is not deep and often gives people a sense of aura. Instead of the sea that is thousands of miles deep, there is a green green pool and Lingtan.
Don’t be too flashy and public in your life.
People are often amazed by the elegance and brilliance of singers; they admire the power of political figures for their word and word. Little do they know that behind their publicity, it is often easier to feel the emptiness of their souls. Therefore, they also need to leave the hustle and bustle of the world, enter Liu Yuxi's humble room, and check their own vanity in the simple nature.
As Liu Yuxi, as people living like Liu Yuxi today, we do not need to bear this inspection. Because we don’t need to be ostentatious, glitzy, pretentious in front of the camera, or pretend to be magnanimous in front of everyone. We live in a humble room, so we need to have a more authentic self: we don’t need to be like political figures who taste "after retirement" The loss and bitterness of "the door is deserted and the traffic is sparse". Because the Confucian scholars talking and laughing in front of the humble house do not seek rights and do not need to taste the bitterness and sorrow of being abandoned by society one day, because we have no "blessings" and are not willing to enjoy the dazzling glory and glory.
You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. Having fullness, being able to run freely, being able to say whatever you want, being able to laugh, all because living in a "humble room" is full of freedom.
When you blend into the Milky Way, you will be peaceful and illuminate the sky with the bright moon; when you submerge into the grass, you will smile and work together with the breeze to dye the earth green, so "the mountains are not high, and there are immortals, they are famous; the water is not deep, Where there is a dragon, there is a spirit." Everything became very similar to Liu Yuxi's humble house, and everything seemed to reflect Liu Yuxi's thoughts and soul.
Reappearing the remaining red and green leaves, I suddenly felt that flowers wither earlier than green leaves. Living in Liu Yuxi's humble room may be more fulfilling and meaningful than living in the complicated world.
After reading "Inscription on a Humble Room", I would rather be that green leaf and live a life that "never fades". 7. Write an article about Nalan Rongruo
A person with roots and shoots is not a flower of wealth in the world.
--Written to Mr. Nalan Mr., who makes your love as strong as blood and deep in your bones? But in the end, the love was deep and the relationship was shallow, and it just ended up in a butterfly dream. Even if it was a long journey, it would be heartbreaking.
Young Master, who once wrote all the red notes with you under the lamp? But in the end, a faint wisp of fragrant soul dispersed in the wind, leaving you to shed all your tears of lovesickness and go through life and death alone.
My lord, who once accompanied you to play the harp and flute and talk happily? Nowadays, it is difficult to leave the beautiful scenery behind and see the cuckoo singing in the air.
Young Master, who has ever seen you setting up a bow and arrow outside the vast wall? The clothes are elegant while the eyebrows are flying. Now the wind is like a complaint, and I can only see your blood and tears flying across the mountains.
Young Master, who has ever seen Jun Xiaochi traveling around the south of the Yangtze River with Qinghe? A red flute is misty and the east wind is tired. Now the spring breeze is greening the south bank of the river again, and the scenery reminds me of those days. Who is on the Mulan boat?
My lord, who has ever been so drunk and happy with you? That night, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and the two night albizzia plants bloomed. Now I only see Yao snow covering the Qiongtai, and the jade throne withered beauty.
Young Master, don’t say that the frost is cold and the clothes are cold, don’t say that the heart of heaven is unpredictable and the warmth and warmth of human beings are unpredictable. I would like to turn into a warm lamp to illuminate your face.
Young Master, don’t say it’s easy to say goodbye but hard to get back together. Don’t say it’s unbearable to see the waning moon like a moon. I would like to turn a bright moon into a circle for you forever.
Sigh, in this desolate world, why is death so painful, and what is the love for life? Young Master, raise your eyebrows. Since you have looked down upon wealth and splendor, why not go back and stay away from the hustle and bustle of this world? I only wish that you can wander among the mountains, forests and bamboos, and watch the mountains red with your beloved.
Looking back, in that prosperous and prosperous time, the young master was like a green lotus, like a dream, but now the floating clouds have disappeared in an instant, and it has been three hundred years since the young master was drunk.
Today, outside the Great Wall, there is still snow reaching the sky and the mountains are far away. Even though the mountains and mountains are vast and difficult to cross, I can still see the eternal sorrow and resentment of the young master. Now, in the south of the Yangtze River, the east wind is blowing away all the flowers. Who will the young master hold the moon with, listen to the wind, roll up his sleeves and write gold paper? May the young master still be of unparalleled magnificence, with a lotus blossom on his pen. May the young master be able to hold the light wine and grasp the clear light, and watch the beautiful woman dance with her sleeves with a smile. The scenery is infinite as the smoke waves circulate, and a dream lasts for a thousand years. 8. How to write an 800-word essay for grade 7
Military training is a process, a process of tempering oneself.
If life is a book, then the life of military training is the most beautiful color page in the book; if life is a play, then the life of military training is the most exciting part of the play. One scene. Indeed, the few days of military training are short-lived, but the beautiful memories it leaves us are eternal.
After a long nap for a few days, when I woke up and looked at the hot basketball court outside the window, I suddenly felt that military training was like a dream, coming in a hurry, and without me. As I savored the feeling, it passed away quietly. The fatigue of the past few days faintly told me on my shoulders that it was over. Very tired and feeling sore.
The instructor left in such a hurry, but left us with profound memories. The sun shone in and fell on the military training uniforms piled in the corner. All the memories of military training came out. I was thinking blankly, thinking about the neat or messy footsteps and the snickers of my classmates.
What exactly did military training bring me? Is there anything? Alas, military training is really like a dream! The memory has become increasingly blurred under the pressure of fatigue. What can I say about military training? It is from the noble and hard training to defend the motherland, or the iron-bone tenderness that filled this period. Of course, these are worthy of recall and nostalgia, but is there anything more important? In fact, I feel that in a few days of military training, we learned more than just standing in a military posture, walking forward, and practicing formations.
Rather, it is honing our consciousness, a consciousness of enduring hardship, a consciousness of perseverance, a consciousness of unity, and a consciousness of observing discipline! In fact, there are already too many of them, enough for us to enjoy for a lifetime. Military training not only cultivates people's hard-working spirit, but also tempers their strong will.
Su Shi has a saying: "Those who accomplished great things in ancient times not only had extraordinary talents, but also had perseverance." This sentence means that the door to success has always been to have a strong will. It is open to people, it can even be said that it is only open to people with strong will.
Standing in the military posture has given you the unyielding backbone of the descendants of Yan and Huang, and also given you the endless perseverance of the descendants of the dragon. Practicing turning around reflects the active and agile thinking of human beings, and also reflects the greatness of collectivism.
Without accumulation of drops of water, there is no river or sea. Without the efforts of each of us, it would be impossible to have a complete, high-quality square team.
Every movement during training made me deeply realize the power of unity, cooperation, and the importance of team spirit. Military training is an important turning point in our worldview and values ????in life.
Military training is an important milestone in our growth process. Military training made me understand the importance of teamwork spirit.
Military training made me realize what self-control and willpower are. Military training made me feel the brotherhood among my classmates.
Military training also made me taste the pain of "homesickness" for the first time. Military training made me realize the glory of being a soldier.
Military training made me see what iron discipline is. Military training enabled me to see what it means to obey orders.
Military training taught me that soldiers also have their lovely side. Military training made me see the importance of national defense.
Military training made me feel proud of being a descendant of the Chinese people. Military training made me see the light of hope for China! Military training! Never-Ending 7 Military training is a word that can give people invisible pressure, a word that can affect a person's life, and a word that many people yearn for.
Look, all the students are standing in the playground with their heads held high and their chests held high. They are surrounded by green pines, the sea and the winter plums. Of course, military training is also hard work. Look at the strict discipline, the thunderous style, the iron-like physique, and the steel-like will, which all give people a kind of awe-inspiring majesty.
Su Shi said: Those who achieve great things must not only have extraordinary talents, but also must have perseverance. In the process of military training, I learned to be strong and independent.
In the days to come, I will apply what I learned in military training to life. Finally, I would like to thank instructor Xu who has been working hard to train us. Thank you.
9. How to write an essay about my name is Liu Hongfei
The meaning of my name Yu Xuran Hello everyone, my name is Yu Xuran. My name was given to me by my mother. So that’s me. My last name is because I was born in the early morning. Xuran means the rising sun in the east. Why do you call me Xuran? It’s because my parents want me to be like the morning sun and the national flag on campus, rising every day. The higher you rise, the happier you grow. I will definitely live up to the expectations of my parents. I have to cheer for myself, and I will definitely be better! The origin of my name. Today I asked Anna after school: "How was your performance today?" Anna said: "Very good." "The teacher said that today's composition is the origin of my name." "Anna, tell me, what is the origin of your name?" ?" I asked her, "I don't know, where did your name Liu Tongwei come from?" I thought about it and was glad that the child could ask such a question, but I could only try to introduce it to her simply: "Our surname is Liu. It is a big family, and such a big family needs to be passed down from generation to generation. For example: the grandfather's generation has the character "心", the father's generation has the character "同", and the father's nickname contains the character "WEI". , so my name is "Liu Tongwei". Your generation is the generation with the word "德", but girls generally choose beautiful names, not limited to the word "generation", so my father and mother wanted to give you a good name. We took great pains to find it in books and on the Internet. By chance and luck, my father discovered that the editor of his favorite magazine "China Youth" was named "Liu Anna". Dad liked the magazine "China Youth" very much. I also admire the editors of "China Youth", so I named you "Liu Anna". I hope you will be like the slogan of the magazine "China Youth": "Struggle changes our destiny, and dreams make us different." I also hope that you will eventually become a legend of Chinese youth like "Chinese Youth". This is the origin of your name." After listening to this, the child was thoughtful and enlightened, and really hoped that Anna could become "a legend of Chinese youth." legend"! The meaning of my name My name is Wang Xirui. My mother told me that she had already chosen a name for me when I was still in her belly. I really wanted to know the meaning of my name, so my mother told me.