During the winter vacation, I read a book, which is called "The Story of Bing Xin".
The story is probably like this: Bing Xin is a famous modern female writer in China. When she was a "hairy girl", she began to read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin" and other masterpieces of Chinese literature. She envied these writers for their ability to make up so many interesting stories. One day, she even named her book "Heroes of Falling Grass Mountain". Since then, she has been in the study every day to make up the book, and every night, she re-read the article written during the daytime, and found that there are places that do not make sense to immediately have a horizontal line to cross out, and then think of some better sentences up.
After reading this article, I feel very ashamed, because I myself do not have Bing Xin that a spirit of excellence. I remember one time, the teacher assigned a description of the characters of the composition, I played with friends in order to write a random, sloppy. The next day, the composition was sent down, the paper was covered with symbols of modification and densely packed with small words.
On this day, after I learned the story of Bing Xin, I learned that in the future, when writing essays, we should repeatedly refine and carefully modify them, and develop a good habit of meticulousness.
2. Describe the hundred years of Bing Xin 300 words excellent essayIn the textbook, I got acquainted with Bing Xin. She is a kind old grandmother, she lived about a century of age, is known as a great writer.
When she was a child, she grew up with her father in Yantai, where she was in contact with the sea every day and made friends with the sailors, which made her a child who could not be shut up. She also often ran to the mountains, where a grass and trees, Bing Xin know everything, dandelion and bitter vegetables bloomed together on the day, the mountain like a sprinkling of stars, which will lead to Bing Xin run east and west.
Ice Xin - the May Fourth since the new Chinese literary movement, initially with her new poems to open the literary world of a clear sky, after a hundred years of life journey, but also with such a poetic ending, can be called the literary world of the best story.
Ice Xin wrote a lot of works in his life, there are "send small readers", "send small readers", "three send small readers", "we woke up the spring", "little orange lamp", "Cherry Blossom Praise" and other works.
Grandma Bing Xin's works also brought me great inspiration: when I was walking unhappy, want to step on a flower, Grandma Bing Xin told me: don't step on the flower; when I was bored, I thought of Grandma Bing Xin's newsletter; when I blew bubbles, I thought of Grandma Bing Xin's childhood soap bubbles, they floated high in the air, and the colorful light gurgled and turned on them.
Ah, Grandma Bing Xin, I will remember you, because your work left me, the best side!
Description of the centuries Bing Xin mainly highlights her kindness, her work, respect for her.
3. Write an imitation of Bing Xin wrote soap bubbles essay 300 words or 200 wordsWhen I was a child, I played a lot of games, one of my favorite play is blowing soap bubbles.
Rainy season, can not go to the mountains to the beach to play, my mother taught us to blow soap bubbles on the porch. She said that when it was rainy and humid, the soap bubbles wouldn't break easily.
We took the leftover soap and put it in a small wooden bowl, added some water, and made it dissolve. Then a thin bamboo tube, dipped in the viscous soapy water, slowly blowing up, blowing into a light and round bubble. Then gently lift, the light round ball, will fall from the bamboo tube, slowly floating in the air. If you gently fan them with a fan underneath, they can sometimes fly very, very high.
The soap bubble is very beautiful, colorful floating light, in the clear transparent sphere on the chaotic rotation. If the fan is good, a large ball, but also cracked into two or three exquisite small ball, scattered scattered. Sometimes blowing too big, fan too quickly, the fragile ball, will be pulled and long round, trembling, light and shadow scattered. At this time, we are hanging heart, tilted his head, holding his breath --------- Soon, this colorful thin ball, it is silent cracked, and turned into soapy water fell, water droplets sprinkled in our eyes. Everyone rushed to lower their heads to rub their eyes, rubbing out tears.
The balls were carefully and gently blown out by ourselves. They flew up gently, so round, so free, so transparent, so beautiful. Borrowing the fan's light wind, they fly to the sky, gently next to the bright moon, across the river, followed by the sunset to the west. Or lightly floating across the sea, flying over the mountain tops ...... eyes watching them, our hearts are full of joy, pride and hope.
4. Reading teaches me to write essays 300 wordsWhen I was a child, I often asked my father and mother some strange and strange questions, and they always laughed while stroking my little brain and said, "Children, grow up quickly, the book will give you the answer." Gradually, I grew up and my thirst for books increased. When I was in kindergarten, my mom often bought me some picture books and fairy tale books. At night always those wonderful stories accompany me into the sweet dreamland, in my dreams I also continue that moving and interesting stories ...... When I went to elementary school, my father bought me a lot of books, there are historical knowledge, such as "China up and down five thousand years", "Figure of World History"... ...; there are science knowledge, such as, "100,000 reasons", "Children's Encyclopedia" ....... It is these history books let me understand the glorious history of the Chinese nation, let me get acquainted with the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign historical celebrities; it is these popular science books, let me know astronomy, geography. Grandma Bingxin once said: "Good reading, good books, good reading." Indeed, it is beneficial to open a book, not to mention reading a lot of books! In order to motivate myself to develop a good reading habit, I will take XunFang's famous saying: "No step by step can lead to a thousand miles, and no river can be formed without a small stream." As my motto! I love to read, reading accompanies my growth.
5. Ice heart grandmother to my school essay 300 wordsI looked at a blank piece of composition book bite up the nose, the teacher left a composition, how to write ah? The most worrying thing for me can be the composition.
"HI, hello, I am the goddess of fate." Suddenly a beautiful girl with wings appeared in my room. "Do you have any wishes? I can help you realize it oh!" She added.
"Then take me to see Grandma Bing Xin!" I said. Just as I finished speaking, I was sucked into a time tunnel all of a sudden.
"Little friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" I heard Grandma Bing Xin's kind voice just as my feet hit the ground. I raised my head and took a closer look, a head full of silver hair, kind smile, it was really Grandma Bing Xin!
"Grandma Bing Xin, can I ask you a question?" I couldn't wait to ask.
"Say it." Grandma Iceheart still had a kind smile.
"How can I write good essays? Why can't I always write well?" I said with some distress.
"The most important thing in writing an essay is to change it, good essays are all changed out, and then there is the usual accumulation of more, more observation, you can definitely use it when you write it yourself, isn't it?" Grandma Bing Xin smiled and looked at me.
"En!" I replied.
"Wake up! Isn't this child writing an essay? Why are you asleep?" Mom's voice rang out ......
Although it was just a dream, it had a particularly great revelation for me.
6. From the "Bing Xin biography" feel essay 300 wordsBing Xin, a long-lived and blessed old star, 99 years has maintained an undiluted childish heart, for the literary treasury has retained an indelible artistic wealth.
Ice heart, is a sea obsessed, I am the same with her. In our hearts, the sea is alive with feelings, the goddess of the sea, "living on the island of the lighthouse, the sea is her fan flag, the island is her attendant; night she swaying white dress, head inserted in the crescent moon comb, chest hung with a star-like celluloid, fluttering in the sea above the waves of the flight ...... "Compared with Bing Xin, my childhood with which there are many similarities, an enlightened father, a virtuous mother, a learned uncle, more fortunate than her, I have a sister who fights with me.
Back then, four chasing feet playing on the beach, I think the sickbed Bing Xin must have passed that love of the sea through the waves of the rock beat to us. I remember the first time I read "The Flourishing Star? Spring Water" is in second grade, the book read for three weeks, because many words do not know, basically do not understand, the only can read is Bing Xin and her mother Yang Fuci a dialogue "mother, why do you love me in the end ah?" "No reason, just because you are my daughter" This is the first time I feel the "Philosophy of Love", but I think that this encounter with the "Philosophy of Love" is the happiest encounter in life.
Over the past ten years, I have been in contact with Bing Xin's works off and on. The love between He Bin and Lu'er in "Superman" calls out to He Bin's soul, which has been indifferent for a long time.
"Melancholy", "Nostalgia" in the thoughts of the mother.
All of these are not Bing Xin in the turbulent times, for the people imprisoned in the corrupted society for thousands of years to open up an avenue of thought. I think Bing Xin wanted to use the "philosophy of love" to cure all the ills of old China, which is only her kind wish, in fact, it is an illusory dream.
The cruel society seems to be unable to tolerate her simple goodness. Bing Xin in the establishment of the "Philosophy of Love" in the process, but also their own bitter exploration of the process of life, their own beloved philosophy, she is always skeptical, and then confirmed, and then skeptical, so that cross-examination of self-refutation, *** self-confidence, filled with distress and contradiction.
However, with this doubt and persistence, Bing Xin, like Michelangelo, the solid marble carved into the David. Bing Xin's acquaintance with him was due to a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that allowed her to meet Mr. Wu Wenzao, a famous scholar and professor who later became her lifelong companion, and who has been in love for fifty-six years and has walked with him for sixty-two years.
Between Bing Xin and Wen Zao is a beautiful and sweet love. Three years of study, two boxes of letters, the novel "Farewell", "girl", short poems "Acacia", spit out the girl's heart, set a lifetime commitment.
Ten years of the Cultural Revolution, but Bing Xin and Mr. Wenzao's most peaceful days. The two were criticized as villains by their respective units and assigned to the Agricultural Office for "inspection work".
The two desks are placed opposite each other, eight o'clock in the morning to the office, twelve o'clock at noon to go home for dinner. The two of them are not the same as the other two, but they are the same as the other two.
Such a quiet life is what I aspire to. You may say I have no ambition, but this is my dream: to live by the sea, to have my own restaurant, to cook my favorite dishes, and to live a life of sunrise and sunset with my lover and my family every day.
Everything I've fought for has only been to achieve this goal. Dreams become ideals, ideals become goals, and goals become reality.
Sometimes I can be conceited enough to think that this is my philosophy. Perhaps Bingxin did not carry a burden like Sima Qian "report Ren'an book", like Bajin "Confessions" on the guilt of friends, like Rousseau "Confessions" on the maid's inner self-reproach, perhaps carrying more than them.
But Bing Xin with her life's love for the world and children, building a "castle of love". She is the old plowman of the literary field, the goddess on the sea of literature, and the giant of the literati! May Bing Xin's literature like her favorite rose, the fragrance of the book spread throughout the world, quiet everyone's heart.
When you find a person in the world, know you, know you, love you, are a thousand times more than your own time, how can not be grateful, not tears, not dead love her (him), and dead allow her (him) love you?
7. Copy a Grandma Bing Xin 300-word third-grade essayThe Grandma Bing Xin in my heart is very kind, approachable and amiable.
I have read many, many Grandma Bing Xin's articles, "Little Orange Lantern", "The Flourishing Star", "Spring Water", "South Retreat - Contribute to the mother in heaven", "West Wind" ......, most of the themes written are love. Love, love for the child, love for the mother, love for nature, etc., an inconspicuous word, but let people feel affectionate, warm.
One of my favorites is the article "A Little Bird". The style is fresh, the style is beautiful, and let me feel the Bingxin grandmother of nature love, and the child who shot the bullet to complain.
The bird sent a beautiful and beautiful song for the children, in exchange for a drop of blood.
Ice Xin grandmother's love for children, using the writing technique of borrowing things as a metaphor. It looks like praising the exuberance of begonias in the spring, actually praising children, praising them full of vitality, is the flower of the motherland.
Love, between the lines of the word quietly revealed the charm of love, I think Grandma Bing Xin can become the "century old man", may be the power of love.
8. Appreciation of Bing Xin's poetry about 300 wordsSpring water!
It's another year
It's still blowing like this.
Can I take another picture?
The spring water warmly and quietly thanked me and said!
I have never left a shadow
not only of you."
XX
Is the hill independent
and the universe possessed alone?
XXXIII
The flower in the corner!
When you are alone
Heaven and earth are small.
4-3
Has spring ever spoken?
But her great hidden power
has so
softened the world!
62
I would redeem the years of the past
But in the warp and woof of time
The threads of the present are woven!
Sixty-five
is just a lone star!
In the infinite darkness
The loneliness of the universe has been written.
July 1
When I came and went like a floating cloud
I felt that the universe was too lonely!
July 6
Loneliness increases depression
Busyness eradicates worry -
my friend!
Happiness is in non-stop work!
Eighty-two
My friend
Don't let the spring breeze deceive you
The color of flowers is not as good as their fragrance!
Eighty-seven
Youth!
Is it just a review?
The world is not moving forward.
Ninety
Smart people!
In this indifferent world
one has to carry the lamp of confidence
in the darkness.
102
My question -
My heart
is silent in the light.
My dreams
But they are clarified for me in the darkness!
One and two
The greater the wave
The greater the rock that stands
In the silence of its hold
The greater the joy.
134
Fate is like the sea breeze -
blowing the boat of youth
wavering
zigzagging
across the sea of time.
One thirty-seven
Strike in silence!
In this infinite world
Weak as I am
I should only have smiled
And should not have spoken.
174
Youth,
precious description,
time is turning the pages of the book,
please write
9. my favorite writer Ice heart 300 wordswho wrote the y felt "little orange lamp"; who wrote the heartfelt "to mother" the spirit of heaven
the most important thing is that I have a lot of time for my mother, but I don't know how much time I have. Who wrote the touching "Little Orange Lantern"; who wrote the heartfelt "to the spirit of my mother in heaven" dirge; and who wrote the patriotic *** works - this name out of the mouth ah, will certainly make a lot of people who love her work and proud, she is - Bing Xin grandmother. She is also my favorite writer.
From small to large, I have read the works of Grandma Bing Xin countless, there are "laugh", "travel along the Ping Sui", "South return", "send small readers", "stars", "spring water", etc., which, the most touching is the "South return". Why do her works always bring readers to tears? This is a few modern writers have the style, and Grandma Bing Xin did, so I like her very much.
It is because of reading her works, I feel that my writing level will improve rapidly, and the writing style is getting more and more distinctive. In a word, after reading so many of Grandma Bing Xin's articles, I have summarized her style: simple, sincere, rustic and naive. She wrote many favorite works from the perspective of a mother and a child.
Since reading her works, I have fallen y in love with literature, y in love with writing. Because, Grandma Bingxin bestowed a word to all young readers who love literature: "Creation comes from life, without the real things in life, what is written is not distinct, not vivid." Yes, from the real life, the things you like or make you sad, image reflects, naturally will write a better article. Grandma Bingxin, although you passed away, these words have been living in my heart; these words, a teach me. Therefore, I like you very much.
There is another reason why I like her, that is, she is very strong, listening to Bing Xin grandmother said, she once vomited blood when she was a child, but she lived ninety-nine years in the literary creation. Strong, so that she went on the road of his dream ......
Ah, the beloved Bing Xin grandmother ah, your smile is so kind, your work is so touching, write here, I can only blame my pen is useless, can not use what gorgeous phrases to praise you. But I did it! I can write what you said! Thank you for creating a touching "Little Orange Lantern"; wrote a touching "to the mother in heaven" dirge; wrote those beautiful and full of sincere works! Grandma Bing Xin, I will always love you! My favorite writer - Ms. Yang Hongchura, it is your work inspired my interest in reading and writing, in your words between the lines of the children's emotions, you are our children's favorite - writers.
10. Iceheart beautiful prose excerpts 300 wordsIn a warm spring breeze, sunny and warm weather, our mother taught us to do this and that, in order for us to stop being naughty, and in the future will also be able to dexterous.
At that time, my mother was also very interested in doing this and that, playing with us, teaching me to learn to draw the pattern on the kite, and occasionally, leading us to plant a yard of sunflowers. Later, when we made kites again, my mother no longer asked Aunt Liu from the school to draw butterflies, she always let me draw by myself. There were five or six children in our compound, and the only one who could draw butterflies was me, so I loved spring because it was also the day that made me proud and my mother proud.
Kites, mud swallows, and red paper and green paper folding windmills, one piece of good, my mother will re-twist a thick twine, in order to string them into a string, with a wooden stick, and a green willow branches, pine branches together, respectively, inserted in the gray and black old house under the eaves, adding a lot of color to the old house, the old house is also because of the beauty of them up, warm up. When the wind blows them, they are like beautiful butterflies, spinning and fluttering on the lintel of spring until the dusk comes one after another.
When dusk came and the sky slowly darkened, my mother would polish the lampshade of a glass lamp to a bright shine, then light its bean-like wick and place it on a box stacked high. The tall father walked around the ground, and the orange-red flame danced warmly in the short house.
My parents always slept late on spring nights. Mother, on the other hand, liked to look so refreshed by cutting her hair a little on one of the warmer days.
Mother was used to cutting her hair short, and never saw her with long hair. Mother was preparing a lesson under an oil lamp, while father tinkered with something with a tiny hammer.
The lights were dim, and my mother's shadow was reflected on the wall. I liked to take my mother's chalk to describe my mother's shadow on the wall, and with the different angles of the oil lamps, my mother's shadow was also painted all over the wall. I lie in bed, lying in the beautiful shadow of my mother, I feel a warm breath emanating from the body, that is the breath of mother's love, it makes me feel very warm, I soon fell asleep, into a dream of growing up.
Expanded:
. Bingxin (October 5, 1900 - February 28, 1999), female, formerly known as Xie Wanying, was a native of Changle, Fujian , and a member of the China Association for the Promotion of Democracy (DPP). Chinese poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist, essayist.