In our ordinary daily life, we have dealt with the essay, right, the end of the essay should be or closely linked to the beginning, the first and last echo, or to reiterate the viewpoints, once again point of view, or to give the reader to leave the imagination of the space and so on. Writing an essay is clueless? The following is my collection of essay on the theme of the ninth anniversary of the sun (selected 12), welcome to share.
The nine-day festival theme of the essay 1
It's the Chongyang Festival again, that belongs to the old people's festival, "alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festive season doubly think of their relatives. I know that my brother is in a different place, and I am not sure if he is in the same place as I am now." Every time I think of this ancient poem, I will marvel at the special significance of the Chongyang Festival.
This day, the autumn high, the spirit seems to be infected by it, and my mood has become better. After school tired I was trying to go to take a break, but in the middle of the road was stopped by my mother, she said angrily: "Do you not know what day today is?" I glanced at my mother, followed by a yawn before saying, "Today is the Chongyang Festival, I should do something for my grandma and the others." My mother nodded and said, "Then go, and don't come home until you're done."
I knocked on the door, and immediately there was the sound of hurried footsteps. The door was opened. Looking at the grandmother's weathered face, I suddenly regretted why I did not come to see her more, to accompany her to talk about it. I was silent for a while before I said, "Grandma, I wish you a happy holiday." Grandma happily took my hand and said cheerfully, "Granddaughter, eat a meal with grandma, grandpa has something to come back, grandma is lonely." I was pulled to the table by my grandmother, I could not say anything before she was forced to sit in the chair, I had no choice but to eat.
During the meal, I asked my grandmother about her recent living conditions, and she answered from one. Finally, to almost finished the meal, I smiled and said, "Grandma, I accompany you for a walk, so that you can properly digest the food in the stomach." We went out the door in this way, the dusk that ray of strong light shone in my eyes, so that I was a little unable to open my eyes ...... I quietly accompanied my grandmother to finish the walk, sitting on the grass to watch the sunset, the sun that hangs in the sky just slanting down, the process is very beautiful.
In the evening, I accompanied my grandmother to re-tread that home Lu, along with the passage of time, we unknowingly returned to my grandmother's home. I was supposed to be at home at this time. But in the face of my grandmother's unwillingness to part with her, I finally could not bear to say goodbye. "Granddaughter, come see grandma more often when you have time." My heart instantly gushed out countless tears because of these words, and only at this moment did I truly understand my grandmother's lonely heart. Grandma said to me, "This year, this is the happiest Chung Yeung Festival I've ever had." I hugged my grandmother tightly for a long time before letting go.
The warmest words in the world are nothing more than I miss you; the most beautiful feelings in the world are nothing more than affection; the farthest distance in the world is nothing more than time. Life is like a train to the grave, on the way there will be a lot of people get off, but we have to smile and say goodbye to them. Qu Yuan early in the "far travel" wrote: "set Chongyang people Imperial Palace Ruoxi, made ten years ago and watch the Qingdu.
Chongyang Festival is the happiest day for the elderly. On this day, no matter how happy they will not forget their own children, they save money to buy some good food to their children and grandchildren, but they can not eat, just at the side of the bread, looking at us with a smile.
Every time the sun looked at the grandmother to bring back good food to me, the heart always feel a burst of sadness: we just accept the elders of our care, and do not go to "give" them a little bit of our filial piety. They are always alone at home, looking forward to their children to go home, sometimes standing in front of the window, looking at the road ahead, looking forward to the familiar back.
I do not want to say a word: they are in the hard work of a lifetime, worry about the children after a lifetime, in exchange for an empty nest life, they really worth it? We ask ourselves, we remember what grandparents love to eat? What is their birthday? What is their greatest wish? I think most people have no way of knowing. As time passes, the wrinkles on their faces deepen, new gray hairs appear in their silver hair, they look older, and their bodies are not as strong as they were when they were young. How many more springs, summers, autumns and winters can they experience? How long can they spend with their children? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
I remember a reporter asked Bill Gates a question: "What do you think is the most can't wait? "
Bill Gates replied: "In my experience, I think the most important thing in the world that can not wait is filial piety.
We also have an old saying in China, "The trees want to be quiet, but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise his parents." If you really wait until this day "children want to raise their parents are not", you then regret, can be all too late.
Everyone will grow old, grandparents today, is mom and dad's tomorrow, but also our future. Respect for the elderly is actually respect for themselves. Today we dislike the elderly, later when we are old, children and grandchildren will likewise dislike us. Today, our elders protect us from the wind and rain, and tomorrow we should be a blue sky above their heads. At the same time, with the growing problem of social aging, old age, respect for the elderly has not only a virtue, I think it is a social responsibility and obligation.
Come home often! Not just on the day of Chung Yeung. Go back and talk to them, to care for them. Maybe they are in an inconspicuous corner watching the distant road, expecting a familiar back to appear on that road.
The theme of the ninth anniversary of the Essay 3How many poets, writers, in the pen eulogized the rosy in the golden autumn of the Chongyang, or thoughts, or gratitude, or languishing in the Dan Gui in the thick filial piety. "The setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk." We can not retain the time, I just hope that the silhouette of the sunset is no longer alone.
Today's Chongyang, and more than Chongyang.
I still remember my grandmother is still in the heavy sun, her smile and the sound of relief "I am so happy ......"
That day, I was walking with my grandmother, stopped and asked.
"Grandma, do you know what day it is today?"
"Today ...... is not your birthday, your birthday I can remember firmly, then what day is today?"
"Today is Chongyang Festival, your holiday!"
I have a pair of eyes sparkling, spit out the answer to make her buried in the depths of time of the smile again along the corners of the eyes of the wrinkles re-floating, "No, it is me and my good granddaughter's holiday." She said happily.
"Yes yo, I'm going to wash your feet."
When I got home, I picked up the foot basin to fetch water, and when I came back, my grandmother had already taken off her shoes and socks, and was sitting quietly in a chair, watching me come over, and I pulled up her pant legs and put my feet into the water, and those feet were so still and quiet in the water that they actually looked a little shy in the heat. "How's the temperature?" "Not bad." I looked up, and my grandmother just looked at me, with infinite joy and excitement ...... I picked up my grandmother's feet again.
- What a pair of feet!
Cangsang, old, covered with hard thick calluses, some places even came to crack, mixed with black mud, reminiscent of the endless years of miles of dust, it came over, like a living artifact!
I slowly fluttered wash, gently rubbed, quietly wiped, and the distance between our grandchildren, but also in this half a person high, a basin of water in the intervals gradually drawn closer.
"I am so happy." Grandma's kind, familiar voice rang out, her breath just above my head, and I can still feel the happiness she was overflowing with at that moment.
I have seen grandma and another old man holding each other forward, and now that supporting person became me, and will always be me.
Honor the elderly and love the elderly, not only in Chung Yeung. The happiness of twilight is so simple.
The theme of the ninth anniversary of the essay 4
The anniversary of the festival is here again, I more y miss my father. My father was in a more conscious state of resignation, when we gathered around and asked him what he had to say to confide in, he thought for a moment and said to us: "There is nothing to say, people are always going to die, I'm gone, you don't want to make a big deal about it, save the money and take good care of your mom." This sentence was like a heavy bomb that exploded in our hearts. Over the past seven years, we have been bearing in mind the father's instructions, carefully take care of the mother, but there is always a kind of father, "the son wants to raise but not wait for his parents" regret.
Mother is already ninety-three years old, she has repeatedly expressed the desire to live in Hongze in her old age. Her mother's family is in Hongze, and here are her eldest daughter and me. Thirteen years ago, my elder sister's sudden death destroyed a large part of my mother's wish. When my father was alive, I brought my parents here twice. After my father's death, my mother came twice more. Although my mother boasted that my filial piety was greater than the water of Hongze Lake, she was still reluctant to live here for a long time, because the grief and intense longing of the gray hairs often made her teary-eyed.
In order to comply with her wishes, so I can only take the time to go back home to visit. The first thing I did was to get the chance to see my mother, who is a very busy woman, and I was able to get her to come back on the same day. Leaving me alone in Hongze, my mother was very uneasy, saying that I was straight-talking and easily offended. Every time we meet, I always urge me to be calm, do not compete with others, take care of the home, less Internet, more exercise. I mouth should be, go home and forget, alas.
My two surgeries, are hidden from my mother. After the first surgery, when I appeared in front of her that there is no problem, she is still not assured, pulling me down to look at the right and left, ask a lot. It is said that mothers and children are connected, before the second operation, my mother felt uneasy, always think there is something to hide from her, sisters can not be argued with, so I had to tell the truth. From that day on, my mother did not have a day without thinking about me, the eyes are also anxious to see things, she asked my sister to bring two thousand dollars, let me buy supplements to eat, but also to make a fuss to come to Hongze to see me.
A month later, when I sent my mother to see, found that her body is not as good as before, I am quite heartbroken. Mother forced himself to fight, want to say, I clearly saw her tears in the flickering. She slowly came to me and whispered "Mom is an old man, use my hands to touch the place where you are sick, you will be cured." Mother's hands gently caressed my scar, I held back tears, my heart welled up a happy warm current.
Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went to visit my mother again, I took her hand, she looked at half a day, but did not recognize me. My mother has been deaf, eyes can not see, walking unsteadily, words are no longer much, my mother is really old. Thinking of the hardships my mother had put in for the family and the special care she had given me, I felt that I should seize the time to do my part of filial piety, so I took out 500 yuan and slipped it to my sister, asking her to buy a few more old hens to simmer for my mother to eat. What else could I do but this?
My mother compared herself to a big tree, saying that as long as her tree doesn't fall, we siblings will often be reunited under it, and that once the tree falls, it will be difficult to see each other, as each family has its own things to do. She also asked us siblings to hold our breath and support each other when anyone's family was in trouble. Mother's words make sense, the most precious thing in the world is filial piety, and filial piety is equally important and affection.
Mother said that we are her heart meat, but also our sisters eight than her fingers, said ten fingers connected to the heart, no matter which one of them will hurt her pain. She is so said and done. To her children, she was never biased, but also sympathetic to the difficulties of each of us. Now, my mother is old, I am sick, I want to live well, not for anything else, just to better repay my mother's nurturing grace.
9 September 9th Chongyang Festival theme of the essay 5Autumn high, wind and sunshine, September 9th Chongyang Festival is here, Chongyang Festival is the festival of the elderly, respect for the elderly is the traditional virtues of the Chinese people, our elementary school students more to carry forward this virtue.
There is a home for the elderly near our neighborhood, every time I pass by there, I can not help but look at the past, those who lost the health of the elderly so poor, hard work all their lives, should enjoy the joy of heaven in their twilight years, but have to spend time alone in the home. So, a few days ago, I and my neighbors and a few small friends have discussed, this Chongyang Festival to visit those old people in the nursing home, our idea was supported and praised by parents. Early in the morning, we brought fruits and food to the home for the elderly, many adults had already arrived early with their children, the home was very lively, the old people smiled, we helped them clean up, sing songs, tell stories, look at their happy, excited eyes, we were very happy, a morning in the laughter of everyone passed. Doing good for others is storing happiness for yourself. We decided to go back to the old people's home next year to show our love for them on Chongyang Festival.
At noon, back home, the more I think the more wrong, accompanied me to grow up grandmother and what I did for her, "the crow has the grace of feeding, the lamb has the virtue of kneeling down the milk" I said: "Grandma, I want to wash your feet." I said, "Grandma, I'm going to wash your feet for you." I used a basin to beat the water and helped grandma to the sofa. I pulled up my grandma's pant legs, took off my socks, and put my feet into the water, and grandma was so happy that she burst into tears. Grandma sighed, time back to forty years ago: grandparents married, gave birth to a great aunt, two aunts, three aunts, father and uncle, grandpa worked in the Henan oil fields, contribute to China's oil industry, grandma with five children in the old home in Shandong, farming, very hard, grandma personality, planted out of the crops grow well, who see who praise, her feet are then years and years of fatigue. In the early nineties, grandma brought the children to the oil fields and grandpa reunion, still for the family to work hard, and then later, with our generation, grandma took turns cooking and washing for us, and transporting us to and from school ......
Tears can not help but blur my eyes, I seem to see in the days to come, a little girl I can't help but see that in the days to come, a little girl will be holding my grandmother, who can't walk well, and walking slowly forward, and that little girl will be me.
The essay on the theme of the ninth day of the ninth month 6September ninth is the annual Chongyang Festival. After school in the afternoon, I sat on my mother's motorcycle, with great excitement, toward the famous Jianfeng Mountain in Doumen.
When we came to the foot of the mountain, the night had already come down, and I could vaguely see the crowd on the mountain, like many ants crawling on the mountain. I walked towards the entrance of the park at an easy pace.
We each took prepared food and water and headed for the top of the mountain. I looked upwards, the mountain is not too high, about 200 meters! I thought to myself: it's a piece of cake to climb this mountain. At the beginning, I was walking like a horse, very easy, and left my mom far behind. I shouted down to my mom, "Faster, mom, GO!" and she said to me, "Kid, I'm storing up my strength, I'll get you later!" I ignored my mom and continued up the hill. Everything was going easy, but I had been running too fast and overexerting myself earlier, and halfway up the course, I slowly felt weak and out of breath. I just saw one person passing me from the side, even my mom passed me. I thought: this is bad, even my mom has passed me, where did my previous prestige go? I don't care, let's just keep climbing! But time was passing so slowly, I was sweating so much that I couldn't walk even if I wanted to. At this time, my mom encouraged me in the front, and said loudly to me, "Come on, the scenery at the top of the mountain is so beautiful, hang in there, you can't do things halfway, you have to finish what you start, look, mom is coming up, you have to cheer up too!" After listening to my mom's words, I thought: If I give up now, won't the previous journey be wasted? So, despite my fatigue, I climbed up with all my strength. "YES", I finally climbed up, and I proudly said, "I did it! I did it!" By this time, I was gulping down water while looking down from the top of the mountain and enjoying the beauty of my hometown. The streetlights at night seemed like a winding fire dragon; the highway was full of cars and people; the Huangyang River was dotted with fishing fires and sparkling with light. I thought: what a beautiful view, if you don't put in the effort, can you see such a great view?
I finally realized that as long as you work towards a goal, keep working hard, climb up and go forward, you will definitely reach the peak of success!
Today is the annual Chongyang Festival. I, thousands of miles away from home in Suzhou, filled with feelings of shame and longing dialed the phone of my grandmother living in the countryside.
"Hello! Who is it?" Answer the phone is not the grandmother, is the grandfather, listening to his vicissitudes of the turbid voice, think of the grandfather's face groove-like wrinkles and hands of a callus, the heart does not feel a sour.
A long time before the grandfather back to what, I did not hear clearly and repeated: "Grandpa, it's me!" I didn't expect my grandfather still didn't hear me clearly, so I raised my voice an octave higher, basically shouting into the phone, "Grandpa it's me, I'm your granddaughter ah!" It was only after another moment that I heard my grandfather's slightly trembling voice coming from the other end of the phone, "Oh, so it's Rui Rui ah, I said who's still calling at eight o'clock." Grandpa muttered, a bit like a child, grandpa your ears are when the situation, why you can not hear it, but this sentence always did not say.
"Grandpa, I miss you." "Oh, I miss you too." This sentence is said every time we call, it seems to replace the way we greet each other. "Grandpa today is the Chongyang Festival, I wish you a happy Chongyang Festival!" "Oh, well, happy to you too then!" I'm not good at expressing myself, and neither is Grandpa, and this brief conversation stalled for quite a while before Grandpa finally relinquished the phone to Grandma. "Grandma!" "Hey!" Listening to grandma's gentle yet husky voice, remembering her head full of silver hair and short body, an unusually warm feeling surfaced in my heart. "Grandma I miss you!" "I miss you too!" The words slipped to the edge of his mouth and slipped out again, "Happy Chongyang Festival, Grandma!" "Good!" "Grandma, have you eaten the sun cake for the festival?" "Yes, I did, there's a plate of your favorite on the table, I'll bring it to you when I go to your place." "When are you coming?" "As soon as I finish my work in the fields, I'll come to see you." I have a lot of words with grandma, one sentence after another can not stop, suddenly I glanced at the big clock, surprisingly almost ten o'clock, I still have to write homework, so hurriedly said goodbye to grandma, I went back to the desk.
Chung Yeung Festival should be a happy reunion with the old people to eat together, chatting with the day, but now my mom and dad and I are far away from home, and now with the old people from different sides of the world, can only be through the phone to express their blessings. This kind of festival days when can we get to the end of the day ah! In a few days it will be the Chongyang Festival. There may still be students who do not know the origin of the Chongyang Festival, right? Chongyang Festival is the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, why is there the ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth month? Ancient "I Ching" the "six" as the number of yin, the "nine" as the number of yang, the first nine months of September, the sun and the moon and the sun, the two nine heavy, so it is called Chung Yeung, also known as Chung Kau. JiuJiu ChongYang because and "JiuJiu" homophonic, nine in the number of the largest, so there is a long time, the meaning of longevity, so and autumn is also the golden season of the year's harvest, the meaning of its more far-reaching. 1889 onwards, ChongYang Festival has been given a new meaning, is the national positioning of the Festival of respect for the elderly, become the people of the elderly, respect for the elderly, love for the elderly, help the elderly, filial piety table filial piety, promote traditional virtues.
Our school also has activities. There are playing drums, street dance, Latin dance, square dance. The first performance of the square dance, the show began, the amazons are on the stage, the music sounded, the amazons nine dance dance up, the amazons dance is how charming, so that the students off-stage impressed, we stomped together, humming for the amazons cheering and applauding.
The second show is a very hot show, Latin dance "Little Apple", the music played out, the students nine loud singing, after the Latin dance show, I saw the students' faces red like little apples, the grandparents on the stage laughing.
The third performance was my long-awaited drumming and street dance performance, I want to be these two together with the performance must be very cool, drumming performance of the drums let me stomp up, street dance performance of the action let my body involuntarily sway up.
The last part of the program was the "send a hug" activity, the teacher said: "Please send a hug to the children to stand up, go to hug their grandparents." The students went to their grandparents and said: "Grandpa, you work hard," "Grandma, when I grow up, I will take you to a variety of places to play," and some said: "Grandma and Grandpa, I love you. " These words let me and the surrounding students and teachers so moved.
In this way we spent a happy and unforgettable holiday. Chongyang Festival a holiday to make elders bloom smile, a holiday to let us honor our parents. I hope all the grandparents, dads and moms in the world will be healthy and happy. Whenever I think of Chairman Mao's "Cai Sang Zi - Chongyang", a masterpiece that has swept through the ages, I can't help but feel that the Chongyang Festival is here again. The old man is happy, the children are happy, the children are also happy, a good atmosphere of celebration.
Chongyang Festival: festival name. Lunar September 19, also known as the heavy nine. Because nine is the number of Yang, September a Yang, nine days a Yang, so the name "Chongyang", also known as the Festival of respect for the elderly, the traditional custom of climbing high. When climbing, wearing a cornelian cherry bladder, said to be able to avoid evil spirits.
Chung Yeung Festival for the elderly, is a happy holiday. The old people can be accompanied by the door, holding a golden chrysanthemum, to go to the heights. But Chung Yeung Festival for some special old people, and has an unusual significance, so all generations of writers and writers, the Chung Yeung Festival recited, each expressed their feelings!
"Today and Chung Yeung, the yellow flowers of the battlefield," Chairman Mao's "Cai Sang Zi - Chung Yeung", the content of the description of the Chung Yeung Festival of the battlefield scenery, through the scenery, expresses the victory in the war after the 'joy and optimism about the future of the revolution, and thus Marxism-Leninism's view of nature or the cosmic view of the image of the poem reveals that is rich in profound philosophical meaning. It is rich in deep philosophical meaning. For some plucky old soldiers, it will evoke their infinite memories and reveries. During the war period, they were so beautiful and heroic, full of motivation and passion to dedicate themselves to the motherland. But once a year, the winds of autumn are strong, and they are getting old as the sun rises again every year! Looking back, they will feel immensely gratified and proud. Every year, they will be proud of themselves.
"Every festival times think of their parents', some children are busy with their careers, there is no extra time and energy to take care of and accompany their parents, only to send them into the nursing home. But every Chongyang Festival, children want to parents, parents also miss their children, think about it, even if it is a holiday, each other also alone sad, futile silence.
Today, we should do something for these old people who are suffering from the pain of longing. Although we are children, but also can do a lot for them. We can use their own pocket money to buy some things, to go to the nursing home condolences to the elderly, with them to spend the holidays, so that they do not have to feel lonely, but also can make up some of their own programs, with the old grandparents together with the old grandparents, together with the happy, happy. In this way, the old people are not only happy, we also spent a meaningful day.
The Chongyang Festival has passed year after year, and today is the Chongyang, for the old people, they will surely chant together:
"Life is easy to God is hard to old, years and years of the Chongyang ......"
The essay on the theme of the ninth day of the ninth month of the Chongyang Festival 10Today is the September 9th Chongyang Festival, which is called the Festival of the Elderly in some places, and the Festival of Thinking of Family in others. The common name is, Chongyang Festival, Mountaineering Festival, Treading Green Festival. Chongyang Festival is an ancient festival in China, where people carry out hiking, traveling, inserting dogwoods, picking leaves, and enjoying the scenery of the red leaves of maple trees. In short, people attach great importance to this festival.
I attended the tour with a joyful mood, saw the beauty of Fragrant Hill, saw friends and relatives gathered, can not help but I miss my hometown, miss my relatives, friends. I traveled all the way to visit, all the way to miss.
Near the end of the mountain when the heart of the poem to commemorate the idea of the festival. I was inspired to write the following words in Song style. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the last time I saw it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty and get out of the way.
Today the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, Guangzhou is finally a little cooler, at this time if you are at home already to wear a sweater it. Every festive season is twice as long, living away from home, always a little bit of nostalgia in the bottom of the heart. The daytime traffic in Guangzhou is endless; the night is colorful, the lights are red, noisy and hurried without rest.
The so-called prosperity can not give me any joy, always think of home in the fall, the night, cool wind, eating a variety of fresh sweet fruit, looking at the sky twinkling stars, thinking about the hazy beautiful things. At that time my eyes are very bright, the heart has a dream, and the dream is always in the far away, young me believe that the far away is full of difficult to describe the mystery and wonderful, far away there are a lot of wonders we can't imagine, far away there are a lot of things that make us excited and curious. But now far from home to the so-called far away, every day to listen to and see the people and things have become commonplace, the rush of the day let my eyes without light, inner confusion, young dream has been blurred, perhaps now I am in the young dream, just I have not felt so good.
Maybe a lot of people come here to find gold, and not as a home, so many people can not find a sense of security and a sense of belonging, and by too much insecurity and a sense of belonging to the people of the city will always reveal some indifference. The unit also has so many locals, older, younger, especially young people with us in a piece of the feeling of no barrier, just don't know what their young dreams, whether they are also in the distance, but at this moment they certainly do not appreciate the feelings of strangers. The feeling of homesickness is actually quite good.
The theme of the ninth anniversary of the Essay 11The theme of the Festival is a traditional style of traditional festival, he wants me to be happy also want me to be pathetic. Why? Because it is my cousin, the name of Chongyang, he is a lot of integrity and generosity, especially to look at our group of cousins. I love him too, even though he is several years older than me, I treat him as if he is my best friend of the same age. But tragically, two years ago, he was poisoned and has since evaporated!
Every year in early September, the 999th Chung Yeung Festival is a well-known traditional national holiday. The hometown of the Chongyang Festival, most of the customs and habits and other regions are the same. If it is to worship ancestors, eat longevity peach, hiking, kites. Before the Chongyang Festival, all villages and households just start to prepare various kinds of specialties in advance, including chicken breast, meatballs, rape (other vegetables are also available, but I like rape), and longevity peaches. On the day of the Chung Yeung Festival, everyone would go to the ancestral hall at a special time in groups to pay homage to their ancestors with the separately prepared ingredients. The worship mainly consists of offering incense, saying words, burning gold coins, and setting off firecrackers. The sound of the firecrackers is so loud that it inspires everyone's nostalgic heart
After the ancestor worship, there is a very important stage of eating the birthday peach. Dry ten thousand do not misunderstand, that is not peach, just not long to pay homage to the indication of the peach, that is a kind of sticky rice flour, sugar, serving light pink pigment and other raw materials made, the surface is very smooth, like crystal jelly, but also carved peach, the word longevity. Some of them look like peaches and some are in the shape of a ring. I remember every time I would eat half of it, so full! Then it was time for the mountain climbing theme. Every family is going to organize some people to go hiking, but also able to picnic in the mountains! (Pay attention to fire safety!) On the mountain road, you can laugh, sing, talk but I will sit under an old tree, what? I miss my cousin who is gone forever: Cousin, how have you been doing there? Are you happy? The perpetrator has been arrested, rest in peace! Finally, there was kite flying. The guys will make a big kite on the peak, afterward write on it the separate miss or wish, if it is good. Subsequently, the paper kite will be released into that blue sky, the sender wind, will then send your thoughts to the person you want, will send your wishes to the dream come true person Chongyang Festival, Chongyang Festival, what is the meaning of Chongyang Festival? That is, to return to the yang world, to turn the imaginary into the actual, to turn sadness into happiness! Ah! I miss you, my beloved cousin!
The annual Chongyang Festival is approaching. My mom took me to see my in-laws with tonic.
When I arrived at my mother-in-law's house, my mom handed the tonic to my mother-in-law and said to me with a smile, "Miaomiao, what should I say or write when I meet my in-laws?" Hearing this, I immediately lowered my head and pursed my lips. I said nothing and ran into my uncle's room to play on the computer. Mom said helplessly that the girl was afraid to talk. My mother-in-law smiled and said, "What do you think? My mother-in-law was very happy to visit her. What a waste of money to buy so many things!"
At noon, my mother-in-law made many of my favorite dishes and put them in front of me, constantly stuffing them into my bowl. After eating, my mother-in-law took me to the supermarket to buy food. When I arrived at the supermarket, I bought some snacks. Although my mother-in-law said it was not good to eat snacks, I took them away. Suddenly on the stationery shelf, I saw some beautiful greeting cards. I was moved to buy them. My mother-in-law asked what was the point of buying greeting cards. For you. If you want to give it to your mother in law, make one yourself.
My mother-in-law reminded me that on Teachers' Day, the school calls on us to make cards for our teachers to express our thoughts. Today I even made a card for my mother-in-law. When I arrived home, I went into my uncle's room, closed the door, and began to make a greeting card. First, I took out a piece of white paper, folded it in half, and drew a big heart on the top layer, then cut it empty with scissors, then I drew some marigolds on the bottom layer, which represent gratitude, and a pair of big hands holding a pair of small hands. Finally, I wrote my own poem on it: mother-in-law, you knit your concern for me into a soft sweater, mother-in-law, you knit your concern for me into a delicious meal, mother-in-law, you hide your concern for me in the rewards of study, mother-in-law, you melt your concern for me into a kind smile
I wish my in-laws good health and happiness every day. When I finished, I handed the card to my working mother-in-law, who opened it and read it happily. After reading it, my wrinkled face became cheerful, and she kept praising me: Miao Miao is really capable of making the greeting card more beautiful than the one I bought, and he can also write poems. After hearing my mother-in-law's praise, I was embarrassed to smile, but my heart was full of joy.