The first scene of the opening: the daughter on the well to pick up two buckets of water, when the mother came with a flat stick.
Daughter (puzzled): Mom, is not that let you take a stick to lift? How do you take the stretcher. Mother: I pick back on the line.
Daughter (walked to the mother in front of the "grab" over the stretcher): the two buckets of water how much it? Mother (smiling): No, I can pick. Daughter (holding the stretcher said): I go back to get a stick, you first wait here.
Mother: you see this child hemp not trouble ...... (daughter to bring the stick, lift the water when the daughter deliberately more stick to the mother's side to extend some) Mother: you put the stick to your side to lift a little, my side is too long. Daughter: It's okay, I can move it.
(The mother looked at her daughter's motionlessness and pulled the bucket closer to herself.) Daughter (a little unhappy): Mom, you hemp not trouble, after a day's work, you are tired! Mother (with a smile): I'm used to it, I'm not tired! （Mother (with a smile on her face): I'm used to it, I'm not tired! (Carrying on for a while) Mother (asking with concern): Are you tired, put it down and take a rest? Daughter: Mom, I'm not tired, are you tired? Mother: I'm not tired. Daughter: Then let's hurry up! My father and my brother are still hungry! Mother: that quickly, you later cooking, I get the bucket of water back on the line.
Daughter:? I'll go carry the water, you rest a while. Act II (At dinner, brother is serving the first bowl of rice.)
Brother: (handing the first bowl of rice to dad) The one who works eats first! Dad: (chuckling) You didn't do it and you're not eating? Daughter: (add a piece of meat to mother) Mom, why don't you eat meat? Eat more, you've lost weight this year. Mother (laughed): I do not like to eat meat is too greasy.
Look, your brother is thin as a monkey, give eat well, so that you have the strength to study. Brother (looking at Dad): Dad, work the most heavy to give, Dad make up for it.
Dad (looked at his daughter): Leilei are almost in the midterm, the most important task of learning, usually do not have to eat well, to give you make up for it, a good score. Too greasy things, eat will be acne.
Dad (said with a smile): You really stink, this is clearly a piece of lean meat? Daughter: I do not eat lean meat. Dad: well, since you are all not polite.
2. 100 words of super meticulous detail description1 day, I was napping in the inner room, not yet asleep, I heard my mother walk in, groping, seemingly looking for something, after a while, suddenly quiet.
But she clearly did not go out again. The two of us breathed alternately, like the slight sigh of leaves, and I felt inexplicably nervous and very uncomfortable.
After waiting a while, and not hearing her, I opened my eyes. I saw that my mother was standing a step away from the bed, watching me silently.
-- "Mother's Gaze" 2This is when you think of your mother first. You remember when you were sick as a child, your mother's palm rubbed your hot forehead one by one, and all your discomfort and all the pain seemed to be drained away by that one by one rubbing.
It seems that no matter what kind of illness you have, it has never been as difficult as it is now: because there is a mother who carries the pain for you; no matter how you get well later, what you remember is the mother who guards your life day and night, and the mother's calloused palms rubbing one by one on your forehead. -- "This is the time you are considered to grow up" 3 know that I am not very sick, the phone although full of blame how I did not eat properly, wear an extra piece of clothing, scolded me deserved, but I and my mother's heart understand very well, she is extremely heartbroken.
Just because, she knows she is not well, so I have to be strong and learn to take care of myself, especially when I am alone, she is far away and can not help. So, as soon as I said I was going home, she got excited and said she was going to buy shiitake mushrooms and local chickens, and then go to the Chinese herbalist to grab a little astragalus and wolfberry and come back and make a pot of soup for me.
I didn't realize that she also took a can of abalone from the gift box of northern and southern goods that people gave to Dad, sliced it up and put it in the pot with the broth in the can.
This pot of soup is already worth a lot of money just for the ingredients, not to mention the 32313133353236313431303231363533e4b893e5b19e31333264663637 work spent by mom skimming off the blood on the side of the stove and fishing out the grease floating on the surface, and the compassion that was poured into it. -- "Flavor" 5 "You can't put it in all at once!" My mother took my feet in one hand, one hand lifted the still somewhat hot water toward the heart of my feet to splash! It tickled and warmed and ironed to all parts of my body.
The hot water swirled happily in the bucket, and the hot air hung around the bucket, filling the room with the distinctive smell of wood. Both feet were alternately teased with water in my mother's hands, and I obediently allowed my mother to manipulate my feet, for the barrel belonged to us mother and daughter at this time, and the temperature at this time was that of our mother and daughter! The water flow like satin wrapped around my feet, I just feel a stream of warmth from the soles of the feet straight into the heart, the day's soreness has long disappeared without a trace, in addition to happiness or happiness.
"Comfortable?" Mom tilted her head, "It's time for the midterm exams, tight homework, more homework, too hard!" Mom chanted as she rubbed my feet, like she was talking to herself and her daughter! Although plain, but every word is so touching, said my heart warm. -- "Cohesion" 6 The mother could tell from her son's demeanor that he was in the middle of a literary journey.
So, when she was looking for a needle and thread in the drawer, she didn't dare to make the slightest noise for fear of disturbing her son. Luckily, the mother found a thread tube on which the needle was stuck.
She took them out, gently pushed the drawer closed, and breathed a sigh of relief. Her son had never actually said that she got in the way of writing, but she was good at thinking differently.
But she was in trouble. The embroidery girl of the day couldn't even thread a needle.
A month ago she was threading a needle and sewing a quilt, and now she can see the hole in the needle, but she just can't get it through. She couldn't believe that her eyesight had deteriorated so much.
Once again she stuck the thread into her mouth to moisten it, once again she twisted it sharp and thin with the forefinger and thumb of her left hand, once again she did everything in her arm to make her eyes the furthest distance from the needle, and once ...... again she tried again. -- "Open the window of the heart for the mother's love" 7 father also seems to see our heart: "Dad will be back in a few days, you have to listen to your mother at home!" Said the father from the pocket pulled out a few coins, each gave fifty cents.
At that time, the value of money is heavy, 50 cents is not easy.
After the meal, my father touched and touched the head of each of us, and carried a traveling bag on his shoulder and said hello to my mother and went out.
I don't know if you're going to excerpt it or write it yourself.
3. Describe the details of the small essay (100 words or less)Family Fun Facts The place where the hurried pedestrians on the road want to rush back to when night falls is home.
I have a happy family. In life, we often have some interesting things happen, and now I think about it, it is still vivid in my mind.
Sunday afternoon, my father mysteriously smiled at me and said, "Let's hold a family intellectual competition!" "What?" I shouted. "We're having a quiz?" Mom in the kitchen came sniffing.
"Then let me be your opponent." She said to me.
I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased that my opponent wasn't Dad, and beat a confident reply, "Yes!" The game officially began, the host dad cleared his throat, gave us the first question: "Five sheep group carving is the symbol of which city in China?" "Tik ----" I was busy jumping up and answered, "Guangzhou City!" "Right, plus 10 points!" I was so happy at this point that I was really a bit complacent. Then my father asked the question: " Is it true that if you have possessions, you have happiness?" "Of course it does!" I said, "That's not necessarily true!" Mom countered, "Having plenty of possessions isn't really happiness, you have to be spiritually fulfilled to be happy!" "Ten extra points for a correct answer."
I had to puff out my cheeks at that and continue to listen to the question, "What is the most powerful thing in the world?" "Hercules!" I blurted out. Only to see my mom smile and shake her head, "It's knowledge."
"Ten extra points for a correct answer!" Then dad asked a few more questions, all of which mom answered. I was sitting on pins and needles at this point due to one mistake after another.
But then I thought: no, I should try to answer the last question. So I patiently listened to the question "How many percent of the country's oil does Daqing account for each year?" I have no qualms about answering: "Daqing's annual oil production accounts for - accounts for - accounts for 1/2 of the country!" "That's right, although 'accounts for' a few times, but finally 'accounts for' out and right. ' out and right.
Add 10 points!" The game is over. Mom said, "I beat you this time, we'll race again when you're in middle school."
"Then, we'll have to ask for your advice!" Dad said to the laughing me, "Hahaha." Our laughter filled the room and spread to every house.
413 words Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, joyful songs; childhood footprints a string; childhood stories a stack of stacks." Does this song remind you of the wonderful childhood life? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars.
My childhood was wonderful, there are many things to remember ...... From the time I remember, my great-aunt's class raised two chicks, as soon as there is time I went to my great-aunt's class to see the chicks, I do not know how long, the two chicks gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hen laid an egg, the egg is going to hatch out the chicks, 21 days later, the smell of a can Listen to a chick's cry, see this situation, hear this sound. I feel so sorry for the chicks, and help the chicks when the hen and rooster are not at home.
Opportunity, finally came ...... That day, the hen to the little chick to find food to go, naughty rooster is not at home, ran out to play. Taking advantage of the great aunt did not pay attention to pick up an egg by hand, holding in the heart of the hand gently caressing, a serious said: "Chickens do not be afraid, a moment you will come to the world."
After that, I no longer hesitate, peeled an egg, with a residual heat, did not open the eyes of the chicken "born", it looked at me, called twice as if to say: "Thank you, so that I came to the world as soon as possible." I can be happy, and peeled open the second, when I peeled to the fourth when the hen came back, saw me being "bullied" the snake's baby on the fierce cut me a mouth, and suddenly the blood flowed out, I cried and cried to find the aunt, aunt did not say I, but instead of laughing and crying, said: "Little fool, the chicken will not be born until a certain time. Chickens won't be born until a certain time! You will die if you deliver them like this."
After hearing this, I rushed to look at the chickens, and sure enough, the ones I had just "delivered" were dying, while the ones I hadn't "delivered" survived. I regretted, but everything is late ...... Although this incident in the past a long time, although there I am still young and ignorant, but this incident has always spurred me, let me go forward, never back.
389 words Speaking of my interesting things, simply more like the stars in the sky, there are happy and sad, there are laughs and tears. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
That day, I went to my friend's birthday, just after the birthday, my friend called us up and announced: "In order to make my birthday to live happier, but also in order to let all of you friends to play happy, come to play hide-and-seek to add a little bit of birthday atmosphere." "Oh yeah," I said, dancing with joy.
The game began, I how to find can not find a safe place to hide, only to hear my friends counting: "91, 92." Seeing that it is about to count to a hundred, I panicked, hiding into the bottom of the bed.
"Squeak" door opened, walked past me, my heart tensed, clocked in, the feet left. After a long time, I heard the sound of feet leaving, in order to detect whether the walls have ears, I cautiously poked my head out and looked around, when I saw a large closet, I slowly moved my body out, tiptoeing to hide inside, and closed the door.
A minute later, the door again "creak" open, the closet door opened, beans like beads of sweat from my cheeks down, my friend laughed and said: "Leixu, your pair of big feet betrayed you oh." I panicked in my heart, but still stood motionless.
My friend did not slow down and said, "Well, do not come out is it, I'm going to send a big move, look at my invincible foot scratching Gong." He said as he tickled the soles of his feet as he shook them, I couldn't hold back any longer, I laughed out loud and rolled out of the closet, "Wahahaha, I admit defeat, give me a break."
I said as I rolled on the floor. I was so tired of lying on the floor that I heard an "ah" sound, I was kicked off the bottom of the bed again, and the quilt was lifted, and a man jumped out of it, shouting with a furious look on his face: "Which asshole pressed my feet. "
We looked at him in amazement, and he panicked, spat out his tongue, and said with embarrassment, "Yikes, I've been found out." "Haha" The laughter traveled far and wide.
4. 100 words of detail description essay how to write ahStrong bird
Early in the morning, I stood in the window to breathe fresh air, but also from time to time to stretch out, bend over. Suddenly, a little bird flew over and landed on the window. I felt very curious. So I wanted to get close to it and play with it. I quietly approached it and tried to touch it with my hand. At that moment, I thought the little bird would fly away immediately. So, I tried to retract my hand. But it was so strange that the bird didn't fly away. So, I felt relieved and gently stroked its feathers with my hand. It still didn't fly away. While I was stroking its feathers, it started shivering. It also pecked and pecked my hand with its little beak from time to time. Later, when it saw that I meant it no harm, it came closer to my side. Ah, what a cute little bird! What a funny little bird!
I looked at it, and it looked at me, and the bird's eyes were full of longing and begging. How it wanted my help! I could see it inside the bird's eyes. So I looked at it carefully. I found that the bird was injured.
I quickly rushed into the house to find something to bandage it, and took some food to feed it. However, when I returned to the window with the gauze, medicine and food, the bird was gone. I could no longer see it on the window! On the window sill, there was only a drop of blood, a drop of crimson blood ......
At this point, I looked around and saw no sign of the little bird. I think the bird must have flown back to its own nest to seek help from its partners, or perhaps it wanted to come alone to overcome that injury. What a strong bird it is!
5. 求作文细节描写 100字左右的Beautiful sound
Last summer, I went back to my hometown, and I still think of it, and I still think of it, because the mountains and the water are beautiful, and you can hear the sound of nature everywhere.
The morning dawn, the village everywhere floating, covered with a layer of light mist, as if shy up to a young girl on a thin veil, giving a soft and hazy sense of beauty. Soon, the wind blew away the mist, into the eyes of a large lotus pond. Lotus in the pool of a thousand charming, some standing, some of the cranes, some of the side of the courage to emerge from the water is not. This scene, flowing with a light blue light. I was as if I had entered the fairyland of Penglai, birds and flowers, the beginning of the day by the beauty of nature opened the prelude.
Come to the hill behind the village, only to see the green trees and vines, grass and flowers, a vibrant scene. The bees woke up from their sleep and started their day's work. Butterflies also spread their beautiful wings and danced among the flowers and grass. In the open space, a group of innocent children are chasing and making noise, chasing bees, pouncing on butterflies, picking flowers ...... you compete with me and have fun. Nature is singing, it tells us with a beautiful melody - this is its voice, make people happy voice!
Further forward, only to hear the cicadas singing birds. Looking up, I saw the paintbrush and cuckoo jumping and walking in the trees, as happy as a god. Such a poetic picture, I have not finished enjoying, a sound of running water caught my attention. Wow, nature is really wonderful! I quickly walked toward the small forest, which turned out to be a curved stream. The water was crystal clear, pebbles were countable, small fish were swimming happily in the water, ah! Nature played another song for us.
In fact, the sound of nature can be heard everywhere, just now people are busy, did not notice it. In the tense life can not breathe, we may as well go to the mountains to take a walk, the sound of nature will definitely relax our body and mind, relaxed and happy, so that we have a rich imagination, to understand the valuable philosophy, but also let us long time to recall, forget all the world's worries.
Open your mind and accept all the sounds that belong to nature, and we will live happily!
Willow
Whenever I go to the park to play and enjoy the flowers, I always have to look at those green willow trees at the pond. Sometimes, I was mesmerized. It's not that I have any hard feelings with the willow tree, but I just think that the willow tree is not only lovely, but also very honorable.
Said it is lovely, only refers to its body is very soft. Indeed, the willow tree inextricably linked, and the pine and cypress strong, upright style is very different. In addition, it is soft with just, just and soft. You see, the pond, willow low hanging, graceful; you see, the pond, willow shadow swaying, dancing in the wind. Willow moving shadow with, it is like a mirror combing girl, but also like the dance sleeve fluttering fairy. Looking at this fascinating scenery, I can not help but think of a poem depicting the new spring scenery: "I want to step into this lake / scoop up the reflection of a cup / a drink / so that your dissolving green water / watering the buds of my heart ......" At this time, my heart swept open the hope and ideal ripples. At this moment, my heart rippled with hopes and ideals, and I felt exceptionally excited. I feel that if you change the word "lake" in the poem to "pond" to express my feelings at that time, it is really appropriate.
I love the willow tree, not only because it is light and soft posture for the lake and mountains to add a charming style, but also because it has the character of perseverance. Willow's skin is gray, its trunk curved upward growth, the branches look exceptionally green. It does not need seeds, as long as the branches *** soil, no one to manage, they will grow silently, it is really "mindless willow into shade" ah!
Whenever the turn of fall and winter, the cold winds, grass and trees are withered, those who look more solid than the willow tree, thick trees, can not withstand the test of cold, obediently unloaded a lush outfit, fall a branch withered leaves withered the end. It has always been regarded as a weak willow tree, in the wind and frost sword to support. It is not as good as the winter of the pine and cypress, still with amazing perseverance, tenacious and northwest winds.
And then look at the winter and spring time, those early leaf trees are still late to sprout, but the willow tree in the aftermath of winter first awakened. It stretched its waist, sucking the warm air, shaking spirit, like the return of the warriors, head high. It looks at the foot of the clear pond water, facing the biting wind, the first spit Jade, wearing a delicate yellow and green new clothes, looking forward to the return of the swallows. At this time, look up, the slender branches, a bud, like decorated with jade, quietly bring the news of spring to the earth. This scene seems to be a moving song, a song that expresses the beautiful faith, a song of life, a symphony to welcome spring!
The willow tree grows silently, it also has its own ideals. It wants to make its trunk grow stronger and stronger, and it wants to dedicate itself to people. The willow tree full of ideals loves the spring, and the spring also loves the willow tree. If the spring symbolizes our great motherland, then I would like to do a willow tree!
6. Detailed description of the fragment 100 wordsI instantly reached out and broke one of the wing bones of the butterfly, and threw the wind turbine on the ground, stepping flat.
In terms of length and strength, he was no match for me, and I certainly won a complete victory, so I walked out proudly, leaving him standing in despair in the hut. ---He was already in the living room, his clothes were full of wrinkles, and I suddenly yelled at him: "Why don't you just take off your clothes and go to sleep? Only after yelling did I stupidly realize why I had forgotten to undress him before going to bed. I turned away in shame and got him a comb for his hair, and he sat down obediently, letting me fix his short, dark, hard hair, and soaked a towel in water and wiped his face awkwardly and stiffly, shaving off his new beard.
---- He climbed on top with both hands, and both feet shrunk upward again; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing his efforts, when I saw his back, my tears quickly flowed down. I hurriedly wiped away the tears.
Afraid that he would see it, and afraid that others would see it. When I looked out again, he had already hugged the vermilion oranges and walked back.
When crossing the railroad tracks, he first put the tangerines on the ground, slowly climbed down, and then picked up the tangerines. When he came to this side, I rushed to assist him.
He and I went to the car, put the oranges on my leather coat. Then he fluttered the mud on his coat, as if his heart was very relaxed.
--- There are many people flying kites in the square, standing, sitting, and running. I saw them all looking up with their mouths open, holding the spool in one hand, pulling the long line in the other, and staring at the kites they were flying.
Speaking of winter, suddenly thought of tofu. It is a "small pot" (aluminum pot) white boiled tofu, steaming hot.
The water rolled, like some fish eyes, a small piece of small pieces of tofu raised in it, tender and slippery, as if the reverse white fox coat. The pot is on the "foreign stove" (kerosene stove), and the stove is smoked black and black, the more the white of the tofu.
It was evening, and the house was old, and even though the lamps were lit, it was still dark. The three of us were sitting around the table with my father and my brother.
The stove was so high that my father had to stand up, tilt his face slightly, look into his eyes, and reach into his chopsticks to pick up the tofu and put it into our soy sauce dishes. We sometimes did it ourselves, but the stove was too high, and we always sat back and enjoyed it.
It was not a meal, it was just a game. My father said it was cold at night, so we ate to keep everyone warm.
We all loved this kind of white-water tofu; as soon as it came to the table, we looked at the pot, waited for the heat, and waited for the tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks.
It was winter again, and I remember the night of the 16th of November in the lunar calendar, when I sat with Mr. S and Mr. P on a small boat in the West Lake.
Mr. S had just moved to Hangzhou to teach, and wrote in advance to say, "We're going to swim in the West Lake, no matter how winter it is."
The moon was so beautiful that night, it still shines on me.
Originally, the night before was a "moon day"; maybe the moon in November is really something special. It was after nine o'clock, and we seemed to be the only rowers on the lake.
There was a bit of wind, and the moonlight shone on the soft water; the reflections were like freshly calendared silver.
The mountains on the lake are only a pale shadow.
There are occasionally a couple of lights at the bottom of the mountain, and Mr. S said, "The lights of the stars are recognizing the fishing village, and the light ink lightly describes the distant daisy marks."
We didn't talk much, just the even sound of the oars. I gradually fell asleep.
P. "Hey" a bit, only to raise his eyelids, and saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to go to the Pure Temple; it was Amitabha's birthday, and the place was quite busy.
When we arrived at the temple, the lights and candles in the hall were brilliant, filled with the sound of the Buddha's mother reciting the Buddha's name, as if waking up from a dream.
This is the first time I've ever seen the Buddha's voice in a temple, and I've never seen it before," he said.
A winter in Taizhou, a family of four.
There is only one two-mile-long street.
Occasionally there was a little light from the windows of the houses, and torches carried by the walkers; but that was very little. We live at the foot of a mountain.
All that was heard was the sound of the wind in the pine forests on the mountain, and the shadow of a bird or two in the sky.
We were there at the end of the summer, and left at the beginning of the spring, as if we were always in the middle of winter; but even in the real winter it was not cold.
We lived upstairs, and our study was on the main street; we could hear people talking clearly on the road. But as there were so few people walking, the sound of a little talk now and then sounded as if it were carried by a distant wind, and was not thought to be outside the window.
We are outsiders, and we often sit at home, except when we go to school.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie that was so popular that I had to go to school to get it back.
Although it was always winter outside, it was always spring at home. Once I went to the street, when I came back, downstairs, the kitchen's large square window open, side by side next to the mother and son of three; three faces are with an innocent smile toward me.
It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us; heaven and earth are empty, only the four of us.
Now she died almost four years ago, but I still remember her smiling shadow. No matter how cold it is, windy or snowy, my heart is always warm when I think of this.