Xianghu Xiangshan
Xianghu Xiangshan Lake is located in Xiaoshan City, Zhejiang Province, face 1 kilometer west of the city, the lake into a gourd-shaped, north and south sides of the mountains, the old saying that eighty miles along the lake. Sun Xuesi in the Ming Dynasty, built in the middle of the lake in the narrow "bridge across the lake", the lake is divided into the upper and lower Xianghu Lake, because the upper Xianghu Lake silt into the field, the current Xianghu Lake is only a part of the Xianghu Lake at that time. Xianghu Lake was originally a remnant of the ancient river channel of Qiantang River, which was named because of its beautiful scenery with mountains, rivers and lakes. There are many scenic spots such as Glance Pavilion, Yue Wang City, Tiger Cave, Pressing Lake Mountain, Chrysanthemum Mountain, Lion Peak, and to Huling. Xianghu Lake, a small mountain on the northwestern shore, due to the shape of the mountain four high school low, like a city wall.
Xianghu Lake is located in Xiaoshan District, Hangzhou, west of the city, which is both eight thousand years ago across the cradle of the Lake Bridge culture, but also two thousand years ago, the ancient battleground of the Wu-Yue struggle; both the birthplace of the beauty Xishi, but also the poet He Zhizhang's hometown. The book is a compilation of more than 30 short essays, in which the author describes the historical evolution of Xianghu Lake, the scenery of the lake and the mountains, the places of interest, the specialties of Xianghu Lake, the historical celebrities as well as the relevant poems and articles, reflecting the deep cultural heritage of Xianghu Lake.
Historically, Xianghu Lake became a lake earlier than the West Lake, but compared with the West Lake, which is only a dozen kilometers away, Xianghu Lake is "kept in the bosom of the people do not know", and the current Xianghu Lake sporadic waters total less than 1 square kilometer.
From August 18 last year, Xiaoshan Xianghu Tourism Resort Management Committee was established, Xiaoshan officially opened the protection and development of Xianghu curtain. According to the comrade of the management committee, Xiaoshan Xianghu construction is positioned with the West Lake dislocation development. He made a graphic analogy: West Lake is like a big girl, and Xianghu is forgotten by the outside world folk beauty. In the efforts to create a historical Xianghu, cultural Xianghu at the same time, in the construction of the Xianghu will be considered to play a good ecological card, so that its "wild" flavor is more adequate. In addition, they will also be committed to the construction of the night Xianghu, so that Xianghu more attractive.
As with the ten scenic spots of West Lake, there are eight scenic spots in the ancient Xianghu Lake. The more famous ones, such as the Yue Wang Huai Gu, a well-known story of the Yue Wang Goujian "lying down and tasting gall" was born here. Xianghu scenic area also has more than 8,000 years of history of the canoe, which is a unique world resources. It is also reported that some visiting scholars from Japan and the United States have done research on Xianghu Lake. Such as American scholars Xiao Bangqi wrote "Xianghu - nine centuries of China's world affairs", spilling more than 200,000 words. Like this monograph *** there are nine, in addition to some ancient books, are now stepping up translation, from which you can dig Xianghu's historical and cultural heritage, how to break the subject to provide a sufficient basis.
Fishing father Lu You
Xianghu Lake, the rain and smoke long silk, Zizi rice new cooking slip on the spoon. After the clouds disperse, the moon slants, the tide falls across the boat drunk.
2. Summer Xianghu Lake Scenic Essay 350 wordsMy hometown is in the beautiful and rich Xiaoshan.
I love my hometown, I love the flowers and grass here, but my favorite is Xianghu Lake in my hometown, a charming lake. The water in Xianghu Lake is very clear! In the morning, the lake is like a big mirror, and the blue sky into one, reflecting the shadow of the mountains on both sides and other scenery, as if the water also stands out a strange mountain peaks, as if the fish swimming in the sky, birds flying underwater; night, the jade plate like the moon hanging high in the air, the lake, the blue waves such as mirrors, the stars and moon reflected in the bottom of the lake, like the fall of a lake of golden pearls.
Xianghu Lake is surrounded by a circle of shady paths, whether it is a child, or the elderly, will stand on this path, a leisurely walk. At this time, all the troubles are thrown out of people, the only thing left in the heart is serenity and happiness.
On the lake, there are boats shuttling among them. The boat is a big passenger boat, sculling boat, come and go.
I sat on the sculling boat, listening to the "creaking" sound of the oars, looking at the beautiful scenery around me, I feel really happy! Our generation, enjoying sufficient material conditions, has become spiritually more abundant. Thinking about this makes me cherish everything I have now! I look at this beautiful scenery, can not help but feel a lot of emotions.
Xianghu Lake, although you do not have a "Pearl of Paradise" as the West Lake, but you give us a good place to relax and let us feel that life is so wonderful. I love my hometown Xianghu Lake, this charming lake.
3. Beautiful Xianghu Lake Essay 300 Words Write Chengshan SquareXianghu Lake is located in the southwest of the town of Xiaoshan City Hall.
The scenery there is enchanting and it is a mesmerizing place. In spring, the willow trees by the lake draw out new branches and grow tender green leaves.
The willow branches dance in the wind when the spring breeze comes. The long willow branches touch the surface of the lake and play a beautiful music.
The lake water is crystal clear, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. The grass brother poked his head out of the ground, looking at the charming spring scenery.
Listen, who is laughing there? It was the beautiful peach blossom girl. The peach blossom girl is wearing a pink dress, emitting a faint aroma, the aroma attracted the butterfly fairy.
The butterfly fairy rushed over to pick pollen, and spread the fragrance of the flowers all over Xianghu Lake. In summer, the willow tree grows lush.
It shook its long green braid and leisurely looked in the mirror by the lake. The peach tree is full of big pink peaches, smiling at the children.
You see, the lake lotus bloomed, a flower, a cluster, a bush. Some bloomed a smile; some only unfolded two or three petals; there are still budding flower buds, really like a shy little girl! In the center of the lake, the fish swim around in the water, playing hide-and-seek: some hide in the grass; some hide under the bridge abutment; also hide under the lotus leaves.
What a lovely little fish! In the fall, the little swallows to go to the south for the winter, it flies while saying goodbye to the beautiful Xianghu Lake. The maple tree changed into a deep red dress and was busy sending mails.
The fallen leaves sang the autumn graduation song, fluttering down to the mother earth's embrace. The clusters of chrysanthemums, colorful, purple-red, pale yellow, snow-white ...... shapes are also varied, some are like a small ball of wool; some petals are like an embroidery needle; some are like a blazing fire; and some are like a little girl's curly hair, lovely! Golden laurel fragrance, only to see the laurel babies bloom a smiling face, some are lined with leaves, more and more colorful.
Some bathed in the sun, blown by the wind in rest also revealed a joyful smile. Some of the sun's golden arrows rattled the eyes, flashing strings of light, as if to show all its beauty to the fullest.
A gust of wind blew, osmanthus slowly drifted down, and from a distance, it looked like a rain of osmanthus.
In winter, the grass and trees wither, but only the plum blossom is alive and well.
Facing the sky flying snowflakes, plum blossoms stand proudly in the biting wind, competing to open. The scent is so overwhelming that it often hooks the feet of tourists.
A piece of snowflakes slowly drifting down, as if a butterfly dancing in the air. The more the snow falls, the more it flurries, a piece, a mass, to the earth covered with a layer of snow-white carpet.
The willows took off their green shirts and put on silver-white cotton coats, and slowly entered the dreamland. The beautiful Xianghu Lake year-round scenery *** people, really a lovely place.
4. to (paradise) as the topic of writing essays, 800 words or moreThe paradise in my heart
No.: 2405 Group: junior high school group Name: **** School: ****
Everyone will have a deep nostalgia for their hometown. My hometown, in a small mountainous area, it does not have Guilin "landscape A world" of the name; not Zhangjiajie landscape peculiar scenery; not the West Lake in Hangzhou, Leifeng sunset. But it has superior geographical conditions, rich specialty resources, simple local flavor.
Hometown of the mountains, fields, rivers, local flavor, all have a unique beauty, all have to appreciate the place.
The mountains of my hometown, it does not have the strange pines and rocks of Mount Huangshan; not the majestic momentum of Mount Tai; not the high peaks of Mount Hua. It is continuous, like a small giant, in the protection of our hometown. Spring is here, the hill changed into green clothes, look, a piece of tender green. If a drizzle, it is even more beautiful, the hill in the mist, hidden, like a wonderful girl wearing green dance makeup in the dance. The dusty leaves of the trees instantly become radiant. The verdant forest, in the rain, more upright, everything seems to be in a fairyland in the summer, the hill is a good place to avoid the summer heat. Although, there is no Lushan summer beautiful scenery. But there are tall and straight pines and cypresses, there are fragrant flowers, there are singing birds. There, you can appreciate the fresh air of nature. In the fall of the hill, perhaps because of the green suit for a long time, and put on the golden yellow clothes. Farmers love this golden color, and it can be seen from their smiling faces with the joy of harvest. In winter, Granny Snow dresses the earth in cotton coats, Granny Snow is really a good person! You see! How lovely the hills are in their cotton coats! Like a naughty little boy, blinking eyes, is whispering with their partners!
Hometown field, although it is not as beautiful as the Suzhou Lion Forest, not as vast as the grassland. But it contains a lot of sweat of the working people, it gives people a good harvest, bring joy. In summer, the field is a green, far away, it looks like a green carpet, lying on the soft, comfortable!
In our hometown, the river is the busiest, but also the happiest angel. Throughout the year, the water gurgles and sings a pleasant song, running to its goal. In summer, the creek is a paradise for children, where they play and catch fish. As if to put their golden childhood all here. The river at home, it feeds us, it is our mother river.
In the morning, a ray of sunshine through the window, shining on the bed, open the door, breathe the fresh air of nature, I have a million spirit. The sun is like drinking wine, swaying from the mountains to reveal a red smile, white clouds floating in the air leisurely, seemingly very leisurely, birds flying freely in the air, singing a beautiful song. The farmers went to the mountains early in the morning to dig vegetable fields, and the roofs of the houses were filled with smoke. People were busy with their own business; some had to clean, some were washing clothes, some were reading, and some were cooking. People in the village are very warm. When we occasionally bump into each other on the road, we will greet and talk to each other, and sometimes when our neighbors need help at home, they will not hesitate to lend a helping hand. Seeing all these, I feel that all this is so beautiful, how harmonious.
The paradise in my heart ---- hometown, it does not have the beauty of Guilin; no Zhangjiajie's wonderful scenery; and there is no Hangzhou's Pinghu Autumn Moon. But it has superior geographical conditions, rich material resources, and simple local people. Hometown, it is always the most beautiful and the best. It is always in our hearts, we want to dress it up more beautiful.
5. to "hope" as the topic of writing essays"hope"
Somehow, there is always a sense of urgency, a persistent expectation. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about. So, what am I looking forward to?
I look forward to my own more and more excellent, first of all, I want to become a brave person, full of confidence in the heart of the success of the wind and rain without fear, gallop to their heart's content. With the brave man's sword to cut off the self-bound, with the brave man's pace out of the trough of failure, with the brave man's confidence to look at tomorrow, look at the future. Secondly, I have to be diligent, study hard, enrich the heart, looking for the source of success; to know that the gentle and calm lake will not cultivate the waves of the tide, comfortable and comfortable greenhouse will not grow into a smile proud of the wind and rain of the sky tree. I want to learn to be a dare to struggle, dare to fight the eagle, in the baptism of the storm in the fullness of their wings, soaring in the sky. I want to be more innovative, write the most innovative and beautiful, praise the youthful years, enrich their most wonderful life.
I look forward to a wonderful living environment. Here to sketch the perfect world in my heart, I can read under the green shade of the trees, rafting between the green mountains and green water, playing in the green grass and red flowers, sitting alone in the west window, let the rain outside the window gently knocked on the window, let my thoughts surging, let my mind in the ocean of knowledge to swim. Across the bumps and bruises, capturing the true meaning of life.
I look forward to the motherland more rich and strong, so that the whole world recognizes her majestic power, from the four great inventions of the reputation to the success of manned spaceflight, hard-working and intelligent children of the Yellow Emperor to the world attention, let the world marvel! The humiliating history is gone, and a big, strong, rich and beautiful China is showing to the world. The Yangtze River beats huge waves, the Yellow River sets off waves, demonstrating the power of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation as the sun. Let the satellite in her embrace at one time to fly in the air! Chasing the wind and the moon; let the nuclear power plant to inspire greater ***, hit live every corner of the Chinese land. The towering Great Wall, stretching infinitely, the spine of the Chinese nation, my rich and powerful great motherland standing tall in the East of the world, proudly to the world's continents and oceans, to the sky outside the planet universe, shouting: China's greatness!
Too much hope to make the language pale, unable to describe her. The motherland's prosperity, the world's peaceful development, is not just hope enough?
I know that there is always a long gap between hope and reality. This gap can only be filled with little by little efforts. As a new era of secondary school students, I will study well, with rich knowledge to arm themselves, serve the motherland, "for the rise of China and study" is still our ideal. If there is no hope in life, there will be no color. Therefore, in order to have a colorful life, I want to explore all my life
6. Writing essays on the topic of hopeHOPE, TIME, BACKWARDS
Hope, time, backwaters
Flowers fly and flowers fall, and the sun rounds up and the moon is missing. Time is like a boundless river, rolling downstream. The years as a flower is a memory that everyone longs to recover. And I am also looking forward to the reverse flow of time, reverse flow to that childhood with her. When I was young, my parents were busy and my grandmother took the responsibility of taking care of me. The warm sunshine always made the sky blush shyly. I was always ready to go to school with my bicycle at this time. However, the rapid sound behind me was always accompanied by the sun's "pitter-patter". Grandma's chubby face was red, probably because she was running too fast. Grandma gasped and said with a smile, "I don't want any more milk". In fact, to be honest, I don't like to drink bottled milk, I always think it's too greasy, and Grandma has to use hot water to soak it warm. But looking at the countless drops of sweat and water in her hands, my hand naturally reached over and grabbed the bottle of milk tightly. The grandmother laughed, a smile as warm as the sunshine.
The glacier of teenage years melted into silence in the sunlight. Although the winter has long passed, but every day is still on the screen in winter, this bottle of milk with the same temperature as the grandmother's hand is the protagonist. And every day, my heart is always as warm as the sun.
The wind blew like a flower like broken years, and your smile shook shake, become my life on the way to the most beautiful embellishment. Nowadays, my mother has changed to a more leisurely job, and I have gradually grown up, from the thin youth, through the horse, through the violet, through the cottonwood, through the sometimes hidden sadness and happiness and unpredictability. Grandma went back to her hometown, but I still vaguely remember that sad and bright March, the day you went back just fiercely instructed my mother to give me milk every day, and it must be warm. I was looking at the neat rows of milk bottles outside the house, crying red eyes.
Eventually, boxes of plastic cartons of milk replaced those bottles. And the milk wasn't as warm as it had been in the beginning, it was as cold and clammy as its shell.
The sun is still warm and soft, but I am looking forward to the reverse flow of time, the reverse flow of time back to the childhood of you.
I have forgotten which day of which month of which year I carved a face on which wall, a smiling, gazing at me face. But the original place in time where we stayed has actually long been swept away silently by the torrent.
Please go back to those warm mornings, against the current. I don't need a halo, I don't need flowers, I just want time to flow backwards in a split second, even if it's just for a second, it's enough to make me satisfied.
If we are always children, we can stay in the original place of time, and listen to those stories that never grow old while slowly looking at your face. I really hope that time will flow backwards at this moment, so that I can go back to the past.
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7. to melt the ice as the topic of writing an essayI have loved the snow since I was a child, because I always feel that the white world is so romantic, but I don't like the snow to bring disaster
People with love and care to melt the snowstorm with their love, so that people in the disaster area in the winter to feel the warmth of love, so that the travelers who can not go back to their hometowns feel the warmth of home
People united power will win the war, so that people can not be able to go back to their hometowns. p> The power of the people's unity must be better than the sky!
It is because of the love melted snow and ice, so this love is selfless.
Snowflakes are romantic, but don't be yearning for it, because, it will freeze your heart.
If we choose the snowflakes now, then we will lose the warm clothes on the body, and no one on the road to dredge, everything will become desolate, the whole world will become silent.
Because this is the road of life, to rely on their own to go, to create. Don't wait for the snowflakes in the ice and snow, get going, because there is still a lot to do. Don't ever let this icy snowflake freeze your journey
Rescue and relief in snow and ice this is also called love.
Parents love family love will give us the same strength. The love of parents and family members will give us strength as well! Waiting for this heart ice melting, accelerate forward, must be in hot pursuit. To see the scenery on both sides of the road want to see
To go all the way up to realize the dream
8. to write an essay on the topic of landscapeThe benevolence of the mountain, lies in the containment of the ancient trees of the sky, but also sheltered the grass everywhere; nurturing the ferocious roar of the jackal and wolf, but also the conservation of the weak sorrowful whistling; or ringed hands, so that the flow of water into lakes; or cracked open, so that the waterfall upside down in the front of the river!
The flow of water, but more like the pursuit of wisdom, personality, flow is its only destiny. It will not think about how to face the obstacles in the way of the stone, but gently around, only a few strands of moss to teach the meaning of water to the stone.
It is also never dissolved, allowing the leaves, human filth with the water flow, but never allowed them to germinate on the water, only to endless loneliness to tell them the meaning of water flow. In the heart of the water, no other than this, meet the curved and straight, a small stone of pain, will be exchanged for the surge of water.
The mountains and the water run in parallel, allowing the soul to grind, reincarnate, and encounter in the sands of the years. "Why do you keep flowing?" The mountain asks, "Are not ten thousand hectares of good land worthy of your nurturing? Are not ten thousand setbacks worth facing? Are not ten thousand pains worth dissolving?" The water didn't answer, it just still magnified the pain and rolled up a thousand waves, drowning the village in a hideous flare.
"Why would I not want to face the frustration, why would I not want to dissolve the pain!" The water said, "It is just that I must merge into the ocean, I must magnify this pain, teach people in the endless flow, the fading, and admonish them with the ocean of disillusionment that they must be humble." The mountain did not answer, but simply opened its arms and let people hide in them, letting the water swirl around the foot of the mountain, letting the fruit grow on the trees, letting people survive.
"There are as many oceans of disillusionment as there are mountains of hope." The mountain said, "I will face the setbacks, dissolve the pain, give people homes, and endure all the winds and frosts."
The mountain stands still, the water flows. The water, however, is unprecedentedly messy. The scenery on both sides of the river is just a farewell when the waves turn up; the fish in the water are just a goodbye to turn around.
In the water, everything goes to the end, all the pain, all seem huge. The mountain and the water stare at each other.
"Actually, you and I are not opposites." The mountain said, "We are both waiting.
Waiting for someone, who understands the frustration and does not magnify the pain; waiting for someone, who reads the flow of the water silently from the summit of the mountain, and recites the reflection of the mountain next to the water!" The mountain begins to flow, the water begins to be silent. The water begins to be strong, to face the setbacks.
The mountain began to be soft, to magnify the pain. Landscape humanities look at the Huaxia For thousands of years, the Huaxia has been chanting, that chanting will echo in a thousand hills and valleys, 10,000 pounds of giant waves, hundreds of millions of Yanhuang descendants of the heart! Ancient strong nation ah, after how many spring dew and autumn frost, that whistle has been so vicissitudes.
Now, I want to capture your residual curls of sound, to get a glimpse of all your ...... In the deserted northwest border, Yangguan has been silent, it is a kind of speechless mourning, perhaps it is at the foot of the thousands of graves in the dead bones are also silent it, they do not have the luxury of a wife of the Usha Feng wife, just a cloth to feed their families. They did not have the luxury of a wife, but only the hope of a man of the cloth to feed his family. However, they came here, in the gray hair of the mother in the Central Plains, in the distant hope of Jiangnan Spring Boudoir, in the night cry of Hunan children, came here! For the sake of a complete frontier, for the sake of a side of the children and grandchildren of the pure land, for the sake of an upright nation! They are willing to be razed for life, willing to storm the bones of the gravel.
Here, I saw the Chinese you tragic determination and strength. Long, endless Yangtze River rolling.
Yes, the Yangtze River has been flowing, so long, across the Central Plains. However, in time, it seems even longer, running through the whole history.
In the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, there are the tears of Liu Bei's solitude in the White Emperor, as well as Li Bai's figure of sailing and swinging his oar. Perhaps, Liu Bei and Li Bai are totally two kinds of people, one is a monarch who fights for the world, and the other is a poet who travels around the world.
The emperors and generals have made their own greatness, and the poets have made their own writings, however, the Yangtze River accommodates all of this with its vastness. In the morning, it welcomes Li Bai's loud and clear chants; in the evening, it welcomes Liu Bei's tired hooves.
Here military and literary rhetoric mingle, and conquest and liberation blend! Here, I saw Huaxia your tolerance and generosity. Finally, I strolled walking in the ancient town of Jiangnan, Ulan Bao Si and that peach blossom and flowing water fairy tale, perhaps has become the complex of every Chinese children, where some people choose to seclusion.
"Hidden in the city", so, they completely melt themselves in the sound of pots and pans clanging, completely melt themselves in the sound of groceries and mundane goods selling, and here the gentle bridges and rivers, the gentle smoke of the old house, where the simple folks neighbors, are happy to accept your arrival. However, the old town, there is also an elusive side, such as the white-haired Suzhou, the Fuxie, and the popular "five tombstones".
Here, I saw Huaxia your deepest gentle forbearance and outbreak! Huaxia beautiful mountains and rivers, humanities and mellow beauty, in this small mountain and river, a humane and a custom will be reflected in the whole of Huaxia, let us through the landscape and humanities, to get a glimpse of the face of the mother of Huaxia. Water, like children, they grow, but in the eyes of parents, children are always children.
Mountains, like parents, although they are aging day by day, but in the eyes of the child, they are calm, so that people can rely on, parents like mountains, parents are always parents. Small water droplets in the sky, a drop or two ...... condensed into a thick cloud, like the fetus in the mother's womb, growing day by day.
The raindrops fell down, and they merged into the stream at the foot of the mountain, leaping. They follow the mountain's lead and run.
Like a parent holding a stumbling child and teaching them to walk. Streams follow the guidance of the mountains into the river, the river rolled up a small splash, one or two ...... like a mischievous child making faces and winking with their parents.
And the mountains are calm, the mountains have the majesty of the mountains, looking at that river on the splash, they just quietly smile. They are responsible for the lives of the woods and the grass and the birds and even the humans.
So they are heavy, they can not accompany the river to play. Gradually the river understood, they are no longer as naughty as before, they surge up the river, quietly licking the soles of the mountain, so that the mountain stood numb feet relaxation relaxation.
Children also understand, they carry a pot of warm water, put on the feet of parents just home from work, for them to take off their shoes, the water to warm the parents' feet, with their hands to feel the roughness between their toes. Rivers.
9. Writing essays on the topic of callingThe call of the spring breeze calls out a harmony - "Who would like to give this grandmother a seat? Thanks! Is there anyone willing to ......" The attendant called many times on the bus, but everyone was indifferent.
One by one, they still sat in their seats. After five minutes or so, a young man with a broken leg said on crutches, "My seat is for you! You stand there and don't move, I'll help you over."
The call of the spring breeze calls out a friendship - "Ah!" With this shout, the eyes of the students fell to the playground, the student holding his feet rolling on the ground, it turned out to be the student's foot twisted. The students flocked to the school, scrambling to help this student to the school nurse's office.
The teacher stood by and smiled, as if seeing the morning sunrise. The call of the spring breeze called out a kindred spirit - "My good granddaughter, come on, eat this chicken leg."
Grandpa chucked a large chicken leg into my bowl. "Grandpa, thank you! I don't want to eat it, it's better for you."
I chucked another in my bowl into Grandpa's bowl. "Good boy, if you do that again, grandpa won't like you anymore."
The chicken leg went to my bowl again. "Grandpa, eat! You clip into my bowl again, I will not love you ......" The call of the spring breeze called out a country feeling - the weather is not beautiful, dark clouds, it will rain soon.
"Where did Aunt Li Er go? Her clothes are still hanging outside!" "She went to fetch oil." It was dark and gloomy and cold.
Rain as big as bean dots came down. Only to see Liu Da-ma in the rain three times to beat the clothes are collected, put into the second aunt Li's home.
Auntie Li came back to know this matter, the two of them smiled at each other. This smile was frozen in time.
The call of the spring breeze calls out all the beautiful things in the world, which are frozen in the air. - That call Since middle school, mom seems to be a different person.
From the former loving mother to a strict mother. Every day always put "no" hang on the mouth, every day only to me, "write homework is not allowed to not check!" "No TV during the daytime on two days off!" "Don't read extra books that have nothing to do with studying!"
I've gradually distanced myself from my mother, and there's an invisible film between my heart and mind. After dinner, I went back to my room to do my homework as usual.
Mom suddenly walked in, saw me doing "Politics", then asked me a few other main courses done yet, I said there is one. I said there is one more. My mom started to nag me: I didn't say that I was not allowed to do my homework before I finished my main course. Why are you so bad at organizing your time? No wonder your grades never go up ......" I really wanted to hold back and try to listen patiently to my mom's nagging, but I finally couldn't stand it and yelled, "Classes can be divided into primary and secondary, but knowledge and knowledge cannot be divided into primary and secondary! I also have a brain and a mind! It won't be arranged haphazardly!" Said, I actually involuntarily rushed out of the house ...... I hid in a corner of the stairway that is not being doctrine, secretly sobbing.
Was I wrong? NO! I was right! Knowledge doesn't discriminate between knowledge and knowledge! Could it really be that I am wrong? Yes, I was wrong! Even if my mom was wrong, I shouldn't have spoken so loudly to her, and even ran out alone after yelling at her, which was extremely disrespectful! There was a rush of footsteps coming from the stairway, it was mom! But I didn't run out, probably because of my pride! Time went by, mom dragged her tired body back and forth to look for, in the stairway, she called softly but anxiously: "child, where are you? Mom has searched the entire neighborhood. Mom knows you're in the neighborhood, just come out, just forgive mom, it's all mom's fault!" I walked to the mother, mom immediately tightly embraced me, as if embracing a rare treasure, for fear that I will once again escape.
I and my mom embraced each other tightly, tears came out of the sockets ...... Mom's call of love, swirling with the love of association, eliminating the divide between my heart and the hearts of my moms.
10. to "hope" as the title to write a 500-word essay such as the titleAll beings are in hope, hope to have a pair of bird's wings, hope to look for a piece of turnaround in the sky, hope to go beyond the length of the seasons, hope to complete a sublimation of life, hope a moving rain have ...
The passing time washed away the mottled history, Maundy washed out of those who make us heartfelt and engraved memories. The world knows the "nine songs" soul of Qu Yuan, he walked in the fields, the wind is his wings, rainstorms do his boat. He was looking forward to cultivating his body with virtue, wearing jade and pearls; he was looking forward to the world's way to be clear and correct, hating the officialdom of the mediocrity; he was looking forward to the great exhibition of Hongtu, with the immortal "Li Sao"; he was looking forward to the justice to live forever, and crowned his life with death; he was looking forward to; looking forward to the world's awakening, the Miluo River surging Ruoxi, a river of a thousand years of the Sirens
Li Taibai was looking forward to drunkenness and singing, and raising his glass and inviting the moon; Du Shaofu was looking forward to the ten million houses and the road was not freezing.
Clueless I fell into the river of youth, I look forward to the maple leaves paved with the road in front of me, with knowledge as a lighthouse, illuminating my way forward. I look forward to the simple fireflies, the tea brewed by my grandfather, the fragrance of rice, and the bushels of my grandmother's house. Walking on the bustling streets, looking at strange faces, there is always an inexplicable feeling in my heart. Thinking of everyone in order to realize their hearts and struggles, hard work, in order to do their best, leaving the smallest regret. We are also the same, every day to study hard just to realize the buried in the heart of the small wish. We will never regret in the youthful years to fight the fate of the long sky, we will always remember these years, remember the dandelion next to the fence, remember the flavor of the youthful years!
I had countless times to daydream that a raincoat of Jiangnan, small bridges and flowing homes, giving people a faint sadness, no one asked for Wuyi Lane, whose thoughts are so cool. Things are not the same, the fireworks are cold, only the heart of hope in the slowly sprouting, giving people warmth and hope. We refuse to let the hope in the river of youth dike, refuse to let the hope by the mango grass cut!
Day like a drenching far away rain, red cherry, green banana. And the young me green shirt thin, love frivolous, always looking forward to a flower! A pair of dream wings, let the world prostrate at their feet. Sip a cup of tea, look at a piece of sky, gently tiptoe, and found that hope is a wisp of fragrance in life, is a piece of maple leaves in life. And I'm looking forward to the beautiful balsam camphor tree, the blooming phoenix!