In the daily study, work or life, we always inevitably have to contact or use the essay, right, the essay according to the writing time limit can be divided into time-limited essay and non-time-limited essay. How to write a good essay? The following is my social drama imitation essay (generic 12), welcome to share.
Social drama imitation essay Part 1Just up the hill, the sun just popped its head out to curiously poke around everything, like a child just toddling around eager to run out the door. Before my parents could catch their breath, I tugged on my backpack with one hand and ran down the curving mountain road, the small maple trees around me running away from me, the autumn wind straight across my slightly red cheeks. There was a red carpet of maple leaves everywhere I ran.
Hurry! Hurry up! I thought to myself. As I stepped onto the stone steps to the top, it seemed to me that there was already a babbling brook in front of me, with an old pavilion by the side of the brook. Early morning vapor dispersed in the air.
There are a few people, resting in the pavilion. The sun's light shines on the mountains, and the birds on the hills chirp and cheerfully greet the guests. The mist on the mountain in the early morning makes the beautiful Taihe Ancient Cave more hazy and mysterious, and the fragrance of the wildflowers is refreshing and comfortable.
Social theater imitation writing essay Part 2Suddenly, there was a loud boom and a thunderclap, and the pouring rain came down with it. I stood in the bus, my hands gripping the armrests tightly, staring dead at the rain outside the bus.
The rain got heavier and heavier, and the raindrops came down from the sky, hitting the roof of the bus and the ground, stirring up the dust on the ground, as if in a thin veil, and then covered with a layer of black veil.
My heart for some reason jumped non-stop, the faster it jumped, the faster it jumped, the faster it jumped, in my heart, like a bull in the collision, as if at any time can break through the chest. The wind was howling outside the window, while my palms were full of sweat and my feet couldn't help shaking. I didn't have an umbrella with me, so I had to stand there, my eyes staring blankly at the gray sky, imagining myself running in the rain, my heart scared to death.
社戏仿写文 篇3
The weeds growing wildly along the roadside struggled to break out from the corner of the wall and the ground, longing for the sunlight that never seemed to come down on it.
The sun was blazing, and the grandpa playing chess on the sidelines fanned himself and blew a fan, making it hard to breathe with the stench of sweat mixed with the aroma of all kinds of plants.
But I still felt a bone-chilling cold, like worms slowly crawling upward from my tailbone, and finally covering my back, which was already sweating a bit. The school uniform was sticking to my body from the sweat, making it feel hot, but that cold back brought me back to reality, who was on the verge of hallucinating from the heat. I heard the sound of cats fiddling with balls of wool, the sound of fans churning the air, and the sound of chess-playing lords discussing the battle on the board, yet I seemed to be out of place with them.
The social theater imitation writing Essay 4
It's time to do homework again, in the face of that "mountain" of homework in front of me, my heart has long flown elsewhere, and at this moment, I consciously put down the pen, and uncontrollably went to the window, the body lying next to the window, just like this staring out of the window.
Looking at the sky that a cloud, slowly floating past, but in my eyes, they are like to rush home as urgent; and then turn my head to see the few pedestrians underground, in the comfortable walk, but in my eyes, they are like an obstacle, preventing me from viewing the outside world; at this time, from the outside, came a few barking dogs; and the vehicles on the road also seems to be very annoyed with the wildly loud sirens. I was a bit frantic, and I noticed again that the smiling faces of the children playing in Wang Ri had disappeared, and the red moon was gradually setting, and I sighed helplessly, "Alas, the homework is not yet finished."
Yeah, did not finish the homework it, the thought of not finishing the homework to stay up late, stay up late and be reprimanded by parents, stay up late and lead to sleep deprivation, the class did not have the spirit of ...... think of this, I snapped back to God, can not help but hold back just now the pen, and immediately began to "write hard! "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Social drama imitation writing essay Part 5
I stepped on a small section of the path paved with stone slabs of different lengths, toward the end of the road, in front of the eyes of the open -
is a rape field, is a golden, dazzling fields of rapeseed flowers. At a glance, it is a large piece of gold, as if all over the ground broken gold. The natural ethereal fragrance of light flowers, mixed with a little earthy fresh smell with the breeze. The wind will be the sea of golden flowers swept up layers of waves, a glance is not even look at the edge of the ocean, everywhere overflowing with bright yellow, this yellow is not like the moonlight like hazy, not dusk dark yellow, it is just pure, a glance can let a person from the bottom of the heart to ignite hope.
This dash of bright color, let me from the heart to give rise to praise, how beautiful! The sunlight poured down, shining the rapeseed flowers crystal clear and glittering, as if from the stamen reflected a dash of light. I suddenly feel that this is the "paradise", isolated from the world of trouble. The time passes slowly here, and everything is so beautiful.
The sound of birds chirping in the distance, out of the blue, intoxicated me in this field of flowers.
The social theater imitation essay Part 6
That night, the sky was cloudy and dim. However, the color of the sky was as low as my mood, and I couldn't muster any energy at all. I failed the exam, because the gap is very big, the teacher also specially found me to talk, I lowered my head and pondered "this time what is wrong?" The bone-chilling wind blew across my face, through my hair, and into my bones, making people cold. The wind seemed to be a hammer, and every time it blew over me, it made me feel immense "pain", the reality is always so cruel. I heard the first class with the paper smile, students in the envious eyes, and a burst of praise sound, really cold.
The evening wind seems to be the broken glass bottle, a piece of a piece of stabbing me. After leaving the station, I looked up at the night sky from time to time, trying to find a little comfort in the vastness of the sky.
Unfortunately, there was none. Almost home, I was hesitant to step. Every step I took weighed a thousand pounds, and my mood remained unchanged. Clenched in the hand of the key slowly inserted into the lock hole, if time passes a little slower or can stop, how good it is ah? I still don't have that courage to face it. I stood quietly in front of the door, the warmth of the indoor light reflected in my face, shining on my cold heart, my mother's nagging voice in my ears again. Hey, why, this day passes so slowly? Another unsatisfactory day.
Social drama imitation essay Part 7According to my will, I am willing to go to my grandmother's house every vacation. Both the compound there, the sun and the wild cats make me infinitely happier.
Pancakes, eaten in the morning, are the best. In the middle of the day, we are longing for the summer heat, so we can't eat hot food; in the evening, we have a lot of food, so we can't show the status of pancakes. Pancakes in the morning after a night of fasting is particularly attractive. A pancake wrapped in a two-layer plastic bag contains a square with rounded corners. The earthy yellow fabric but embroidered with gold and silver wire, remember also adorned with emerald and black buttons, which are cilantro, tiny green onions, and black sesame seeds.
The aroma of the pancake can be said to be unique. Different from the steamed bun's fragrance, its fragrance layers, dynamic and delicate; different from the bun's meat aroma, its aroma has a delicate, not like the bun's rough; different from ...... it seems that the world's food no longer have the same aroma with the pancake.
As for the taste of pancakes, it is the focus, bite a pancake, the flavor layer by layer to emerge: first, the aroma filled the nasal cavity, coupled with the aroma of cilantro drilled into the mouth, a bite of the egg skin, slightly sweet. The next layer, is the yellow sauce, chili and some chive flowers. The sauce of yellow sauce is as unique as a hundred years old wine, salty and sweet; the sauce of chives is like the morning breeze, salty and fresh. These two sauces are intertwined together, resulting in a unique flavor. Hot sauce is also indispensable, a little bit of spicy stimulation of the tongue, adding a lively.
Later I ate pancakes, either the sauce is not correct, or lack of seasoning. Now that pancake stand is still there, but can not eat the flavor of the original.
I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person.
Once we were in class together, together grab snacks to eat, together be criticized and punished, together talk about belonging to our heart ......
Every day after school, no matter on the afternoon, the three of us will be in the school side of the stalls side of the sneak, sneak what? Of course is to dabble in food and drink. So many spring, summer, fall and winter, the three of us sisters can not eat less it. Which one of us rubbed a cup of Kanto Boiled, then you eat meat, I drink soup, she smelled. The only way to comfort yourself is to think of the old saying: "Eating meat is not as good as drinking soup, drinking soup is not as good as smelling incense".
Every Friday, after school, we go to the school not far from the restaurant "honey lotus", will save up a week's pocket money all in this "expensive people do not pay for life" place, we began to luxury and happy to consume a meal. Why did we choose this place? Because the food was good, the decor was good, and there was a wall full of books in the bookcases along the hallway from the first floor to the second floor. Not only can we relax here, but we can also borrow our favorite books.
It seems like yesterday. The three of us were eating and playing together again at Honey Ho.
That day, like every Friday, we went to Honey Ho, and when we went up the stairs, we saw a few big words, "Don't spend money, don't take a seat". But we didn't have anything to buy, so the three of us smiled at each other and immediately ran up the stairs. Although no one said anything at that time. But you and I understand, this is the dead party.
If one day you want to cry, give me a call, I can not promise to make you laugh, but I can accompany you to cry.
Recall those times together, the years of friendship is the most beautiful picture in the memory.
Social theater imitation writing Essay Part 9
Old home every year to catch up with the market, a long street full of people, one after another, turn a very difficult. It is very difficult to turn around. The surrounding area is full of stalls. At this time, the school vacation, adults also put down the hands of the work, the village people outside the village people, men and women, young and old will come to the market. It's like New Year's Eve, and there's a festive atmosphere everywhere.
A few days earlier, the silent theater was bustling with activity, and the playwright only sang in the afternoon and evening. But I like to watch the theater in the afternoon, one is less people, the second is the weather is cooler. I remember once a few of us kids ran onto the stage. We lifted the curtain and peeked behind it, and the colorful clothes, the babbling singing voice, and the posture of the dancing swords and guns were quite interesting and fun. Of course, more often than not, there are times when they are found, then we will be in the roar of the lion's curse in the sound of the escape like running away ......
The market is usually in the month of June. At that time, the weather was hot, and people in the village would sit in front of their houses in the evening to cool off and chat. So a few of us kids went to the back of the hill to play hide-and-seek. We were so tired of playing that we went up the hill and talked about the interesting things we had encountered.
And in September, it was harvest time, and it was no different for us, as we all got together and talked and laughed, and sometimes brought some food up the hill. Find a few stones to make a stove, stick a few branches on the food and light a fire so that you can eat it when it is cooked over the fire. At that time there was no grass on the mountain, just a few trees and a few large rocks, and clearings were everywhere, almost the whole mountain. There was no need to worry about catching fire.
Now, the village fair is not as lively as before, the childhood playmates also went their separate ways, playing slingshot, climbing trees and picking wild fruits, watching the theater ...... these interesting things are only reproduced in the memories. The village is much cooler, everything seems so boring.
Part of my childhood was spent at my grandmother's house. There was a garden at the back of my grandmother's house that became my playground in the summer.
In the morning, I would go to the pond in the garden to catch fish and shrimp. Hang a small piece of meat on a line and put it in the water, not long after the movement, and then slowly lift the line, with a pot to catch, the shrimp will become my bag. The heat of the summer evaporated the water, leaving only a mud puddle, but the fun continued, because this is the best time to catch fish. My feet standing in the mud puddle, the use of fish always love to "drill crotch" habit, seize the opportunity to quickly squat down, hands a press, the fish will become my "hands of the thing", and then I was covered in mud, excitement and fear quietly slipped back to the house, change clothes, if grandma saw, but will nag me. But she always gave me a clean slate.
In the evening, when the sun was going down, my friend would bring two bowls of brown sugar and green bean soup that his grandmother had made for us, and I would sit with him on a rock and watch the sunset with my innocent face. At first the sky was fiery red, like a huge bonfire lit in the sky. When the sun gently sets behind the mountains and the night gradually consumes everything, fireflies "with lanterns in their hands" appear. There were so many of them, so many of them, so bright and so beautiful that you couldn't help but want to be among them. We would use the bowl of mung bean soup to dab them, and then the bowl would shine with bright stars, like diamonds in the bowl, or like stars falling into the bag. "Why don't you two naughty boys go home?" This is the second aunt finished riding the cool to call us home. In this way, we are under the care of the second aunt's flashlight, blowing the warm wind on the way home to dream well.
These childhood memories, all intact and treasured in the box called "childhood", I always like to quietly look at them out of the ` look, because he gave me all kinds of good. If you don't believe me, listen to them "pop-pop-pop-pop" out again.
The society play imitation writing Essay Part 11
The first month of the lion dance is a widely circulated folk custom in China, every festival or grand celebration, folk are to dance to the lion to cheer, the lion in the hearts of the Chinese people of all races for the beast, symbolizing good luck and good fortune. Therefore, the lion dance activity is the people's good wishes to eliminate disasters and harm, good luck and good fortune. Early last year, I went home to my grandmother to pay tribute to the New Year, I had the honor to watch some of the lion dance.
Weekdays, the village is very busy, and after meals, they get together in twos and threes to chat, and the young ones go to the city to work, and the rest are just some old men and women. But the chess players play chess, square dance dancers dance square dance, there is no loneliness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
I got up early that morning, and by the time I was ready, the sun had already jumped out of the horizon. I don't wait for my family to come out, I ran to the place where I made an appointment with my buddies, and went to the big square to watch the lion dance, which was about to come in between the laughter and the talk. The early spring sun in the body warm, a little less feel the cold winter left under the cold.
"Dongdang, dongdang, dongdang, dongdang," the sound of gongs and drums into the ear. Ah, here it comes! My great-uncle used a cigarette to light the 2,000-rattle electric light gun hanging on a small bamboo pole. The sound of "dong dong dong dong dong" was as loud as the sound of exploding beans, and after a while, in the sound of vibrating gongs and drums and firecrackers, the townspeople flocked to the square like a tidal wave, and automatically formed a circle.
Then there was an old man of more than 50 years old, cheeks rosy, energetic, a hand holding a red silk tie color ball, in front of the "lion" shaking, teasing. Perhaps the "king of beasts" was enraged, a "vicious tiger pouncing on sheep" pounced over. I scrutinized the "lion", his body is made of red cloth, which is probably the meaning of good luck. Just see the "lion" to the two front paws on the ground pressed, up a pounce, the old man in the hands of the ball quickly passed to the other hand. The lion is not willing to their own failure and pounced, the old man quickly flashed to the right, looking at his athletic figure, I can not imagine that he is a nearly sixty years old.
People applauded this wonderful performance. A side of the gongs and drums player is not ambiguous, more and more urgent, gongs, drums, drums, hammers rained down on the gong surface, drums, drums, drums, drums, drums, firecrackers, applause, shouting into a piece of sound.
"The lion" pounces, presses, rolls, snatches, leaps, and turns over once to detonate a thunderous applause and applause ...... people are all immersed in the happiness of celebrating the Lunar New Year festival.
Social theater imitation writing essay Part 12
We are the owners of time, time also has us, the past time is gone, have had the time to turn into a memory of the galaxy of beautiful poetry, but also like that in the sky bloom fireworks, although beautiful but fleeting.
The time I had before this age was called childhood. The age of running in the field, the curious mind of all, imagining the years of the sky, carefree, only to miss the cartoon and worry, in the eve of each festival excited sleepless. I remember that at that time, the favorite is the Spring Festival, right, and the fireworks like the Milky Way, let me look forward to.
Snow covers the earth on the eve of the Spring Festival, the sound of firecrackers will fill the entire night, the hands of the New Year's goods, the door window couplets decorated with New Year's Eve. A few years old me, every time this time, will always sit on the door frame of the gate, take the candy stolen from the kitchen, bark bark lick, feet also restless step on the thick white snow, the daytime of the 30th of the year, adults are always busy, go to relatives, cooking New Year's Eve, to greet guests, to do the rules left by those old ancestors, and small children in this day to let go of their own, some of them farting behind their mother and grandmother, in advance of taste of New Year's Eve dinner! Some of them are happy to receive the New Year's dinner. Some of the smile, received the elders of the red envelope, or is flying to the ground and partners to play, because this day, adults can not scold the children, when the naughty over the head, adults scolded, but also can be justified, said: "Today is the New Year"!
I'm the gluttonous one, followed by the grandmother, drilling in the kitchen does not come out, my mouth said to help, in fact, early began to salivate that shiny red strips of meat, while the grandmother does not pay attention to, eat a big mouth, thought it was very covert. Now think about it, the mouth full of oil is not exposed only strange. At noon, the on the complete, but can not move chopsticks, mom said this is the rule, adults have not eaten, how can children first move chopsticks?
Lunch is always spent in the adults' hubbub and catching up, drunken uncles in the house, I sat in the door frame morning, the snow under my feet was stepped on the black, looking forward to the night to come soon.
Winter nights come quickly, but I feel slow, and it's always tiring to hang out with the adults, who always have endless things to say to their relatives. The night of the New Year's Eve dinner, so fragrant, but the fragrance is not in my heart, my heart early drifted to the outside, because I'm about to and Ah Hua fireworks! After a hasty dinner, everyone gathered around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala, I secretly said to my mom, "I want to go outside to look for Ah Hua." Mom, however, was very upset and said that it was rude for me to leave when everyone was gathered together, and I was so sad that I deliberately made some music in the room to express my dissatisfaction.
Flora knocked on my front door, I was so ecstatic to see Flora coming that my mom had to let me out the door. I was so excited that I sang a song as I walked, my steps were so light, and the red lanterns in front of every house were so bright.
I took a small fairy wand, to the hands of the lighter at a loss, A flower on this is also very confused, but the village how the lack of fireworks, my brother because of worry about me, let me meet a positive, only to accompany me to set off fireworks, the hands of the small points of light in the night dance, small triangles of fireworks to make us excited to listen to the "chirp! "A sound, the sky bloomed like a galaxy of fireworks, black and blue to do the scene, the sky reflected the color of the fireworks, glittering, reflected in my eyes, like a river of stars bloom, open each small box, which is loaded with my heart has long been a small fireworks and small toy guns, "through the clouds," stood in a small snowdrift! I was so excited, it seemed that the little rocket carried my new year's hope to fly up to the sky, what fascinated me most was that the "colorful stick" was lit up, emitting a variety of colors of light, like psychedelic light. The most fascinating thing is that when the "Color Stick" is lit, it emits various colors of light, such as a psychedelic forest spirit, and I love it so much that I have to wave it around even when it burns out in red, and I have to run with A-hua on the old cement road in the village, laughing and spinning around in circles, and I forget how long I have been playing with it.
It was a long time ago, and nowadays every family is living in a building. However, the closed door seems to isolate the closeness of the loved ones, there is no longer that lively, and I am not the one who stole the meat of the child. I have never seen such exciting fireworks, the past time, never come back.