A There is a novel that is made up of many short stories, one of which is about an uncle and his niece
The Sublime Cultivation Realm
By: Thunder God's Sword
Synopsis:
A Heavenless Demon Emperor who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Court to shock the heavens was reborn in the human realm as a commoner teenager, Wang Tian. After being bullied and humiliated once, the power in Wang Tian's body began to awaken, and from then on, he began to override the crowd, and the lawless Heavenless Demon Emperor reappeared on earth. The devil emperor reappeared, shocked the heaven and earth, the gods and devils are all shocked.
Two I told the story of uncle cleaning 500 words essay
There are many selfless people in the world, for example, there has been the death of uncle Lei Feng, cleaner's aunties and uncles 。。。。。。 Every morning, everyone just woke up cleaner aunts and uncles have begun to busy, the broom touched the ground sound is really unforgettable, cleaner aunts and uncles, you worked hard!
One of my favorite cleaner aunts, because she is more diligent. She has a head of long hair, every day with a ponytail, wearing green overalls, a silent silent work. Every day after school, some students threw garbage with their hands, destroying the environment, she quickly ran over and picked up the broom to sweep it up. Looking at her bean-sized beads of sweat, I thought in my heart, "Don't throw garbage anywhere anymore, and be a little green angel! That aunt's image in my mind for a long time can not be forgotten, cleaner uncles and aunts, you worked hard!
Three Uncle Yuxi and I autumn story two hundred words essay
Autumn, no matter where the fall, always good; but ah, the north of the autumn, but especially come clear, come quiet, come sad. My not far from thousands of miles, from Hangzhou to catch up with Qingdao, more from Qingdao to catch up with the reason for Beiping, but also want to taste this "autumn", the capital of the autumn flavor.
Jiangnan, of course, autumn is also there, but the grass withered slowly, the air to wet, the color of the day appears light, and often rainy and less windy; a person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong, Guangzhou, the citizens, chaotic past, can only feel a little bit of coolness, the taste of autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, the meaning of the mood and gesture, always look at the not satiated, tasted, not to enjoy the play to the full. Autumn is not a famous flower, and not wine, that a half-open, half-drunken state, in the process of navigating the fall, is not appropriate.
Not meet the North of the fall, has been nearly more than ten years. In the south every year in the fall, always think of the Taoranting (1) of the reeds, Diaoyutai (2) of the willow shadow, Xishan (3) of the insects singing, Yuquan (4) of the night moon, Tanzhe Temple (5) of the bell. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, it is in the Imperial City in the middle of the sea of people, renting people a rafter (6) ragged house to live, get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, to the yard, you can see a very high and very high turquoise sky, hear the green sky tame pigeons fly. From the bottom of the acacia leaves, towards the east, counting the sliver of daylight that leaks down, or in the waist of the broken wall, quietly facing the blue flowers of the trumpet-like petunias (Chao Rong), naturally, you can also feel very much of the fall. When it comes to petunias, I think that blue or white is the best, purple-black is the second best, and light red is the lowest. Best, but also in the bottom of the petunia, called the growth of a few sparsely thin and long autumn grass, so as to accompany.
The acacia tree in the north, is also a kind of embellishment that reminds people of autumn. Like a flower but not a flower of the falling stamens, in the morning, will be spread all over the ground. Feet on it, there is no sound, there is no smell, only a little bit of very fine and very soft touch. Street sweepers in the shadow of the trees after a sweep, the dust left on a broom silken lines, looks both delicate, and feel free, subconsciously and also feel a little lonely (7), the ancients said that the sycamore leaves and the world knows the autumn (8) of the distant imagination, about these deep places.
Autumn cicada's weak sound, but also the specialty of the North, because Beiping everywhere all the trees, the house is low, so no matter where, can hear their cries. In the south is not to go to the countryside or mountains to hear. The autumn cicadas hissing, in the north and crickets, like rats, simply like a family are raised in the home of the family insects.
There is also the autumn rain, the northern autumn rain, also seems to be more than the south of the odd, under the flavor, under the more decent.
Under the gray sky, suddenly came a cool wind, then rest columns fall rain. A layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky is clear again, the sun is showing its face again, with (9) with a very thick green cloth coat or jacket of the city idlers, biting the pipe, after the rain in the shadow of the diagonal bridge, go up to the bridge under the trees to a stand, meet acquaintances, they will use a slow and leisurely voice, sighing and answering each other, said:
"Alas, the day is really cool! --" (This has the word pronounced very high, dragged a long time.)
"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain has cooled it down!"
People in the north read the word formation, always always old like layer of words, flat and oblique up (10), this misreading of the manifold rhyme, but came just in time.
The fruit trees in the north, in the fall, is also a spectacle. The first is the jujube tree, the corner of the house, the wall, the side of the hut, the door of the stove, it will be a plant to grow up. Like olives and pigeon eggs like this jujube balls, in the middle of the small oval fine leaves, showing light green and yellow color, it is the heyday of the autumn, and so the jujube tree leaves fall, jujube red finish, the northwest wind will be up, the north is the world of dust and sand, only this jujube, persimmons, grapes, ripening to the eight or nine points of the turn of the month of July and August, is the North's good day of the autumn is the best of the year and no
< p> Some critics say that the Chinese literati, especially poets, with a very strong decadent color, so the Chinese poetry, praising the autumn of the text of the particular more. But foreign poets, and how not? Although I do not read a lot of foreign poetry, and do not want to open an account to do a fall poetry prose notes (12), but if you go through the collection of English, German, French, Italian and other poets, or poems from various countries (13), you will always be able to see a lot of songs and cries of praise and grief in autumn. In the long idyllic poems or poems of the seasons of the famous poets, it is always the part about autumn that is written with the most excellence and flavor. We can see that animals with feelings and human beings with sentiments are always capable of arousing deep, distant, severe, and sullen feelings for autumn. Not only poets, is closed in the prison inmates, to the fall, I think must also be able to feel a can not feel the deep feelings of autumn in the people, why have country, and why the difference between the human species class? However, in China, there is an idiom of "Autumn Scholar" (14) in the text, and there is a very common Ouyangzi's Autumn Sound (15) and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fugue and so on in the readings, so I feel that the Chinese literati have a particularly deep relationship with autumn, but the deep flavor of this autumn, especially the deep flavor of the autumn of China, has to be in the north, to feel it. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night.South of the autumn, of course, also has its own special places, such as twenty-four bridges of the moon, the Qiantang River, the autumn tide, the cool mist of Mount Putuo, Lychee Bay (16) of the remnants of the lotus and so on, but the color is not strong, the aftertaste is not forever. Than the north of the fall, just like the yellow wine and white dry, rice and steamed bun, perch and crab, yellow dog and camel.
Autumn, this north of the fall, if you can stay, I would like to two thirds of the life folded, for a third of the zero.
Four I and the police uncle story essay
Key points:
1, because the content of the article is conveyed to the reader through the "I", that the article is written by the narrator's own eyes and ears, or the narrator's own personal experience.
Using the first person, because the narrator is the person concerned, so the narrative of the people and events, can only be "I" within the scope of activities of the characters and events. Activity outside the scope of the characters and things can not be written in, to be analyzed specifically.
2, detailed description of the specific story, summarize the experience.
Main text:
It is also such a fall, the family launched a quarrel triggered by my test scores, Mom and Dad each hold a different view, each other. In the interspersed noise, I just silent out of the door, paced to the neighborhood park, lazy leaning on the rocking chair, the sun shaking hanging in the clouds, seems to release the last warmth before willing to go down.
The afterglow through the gap between the trees diagonally sprinkled with a patchwork of light and shadow, fine as if murmuring old words wrapped in infinite thoughts, I sat on the bench, let the sunshine on the body, but still feel as cold as the bottom of the heart.
Black from the mountain side quickly filled the entire sky, as if the black tide covered all the world. The neighborhood seems to have a power outage, the street lamps are late, in a silence, occasionally came a few insects, dead air pressure people can not breathe, the moon is a little bit of cold light, will be around the woods traced out, like a monster like teeth and claws on both sides of the path, no longer daytime slanting sunshine in the wet appearance.
Suppressed for a long time I can no longer resist the oppression of the surrounding air, silently left tears, I do not know from when onwards, we can no longer play without restraint, the pressure of life pushed us and the surrounding cold air meat Bo. The pressure of life pushes us to fight with the cold air around us. Fate is like the labyrinth in Borges' book, cyclical and inescapable. We are in this labyrinth of fate and time, suffering from the torture.
Suddenly, a sound of thick footsteps rang out from a short distance away. I wiped my tears with my sleeve and looked up, only to see a navy blue figure walking towards me with the faint light of a cell phone. Soon he came to me, grinning from ear to ear, and said, "Little girl, why haven't you gone home yet, can't you see the road?" I nodded silently.
"Then I'll give you a ride!" He opened his mouth as if he couldn't feel the low air pressure around me. So, I took the police uncle's cell phone weak light in the direction of home, "the world is very cold, but also very warm, between the cold and warm we can not just cry, we have to be a tearful running teenager" he suddenly opened his mouth, I froze for a moment, and he was going to say something else, but in the corner of the stairs to see a beam of light, I looked up and found that it was my mother, then I looked up and realized it was my mom, so I said thank you to the police uncle and walked towards my mom.
Mom saw us too, glared at me, and thanked the police uncle. He just waved his hand, then turned around and went downstairs, we watched the figure a little bit was swallowed by the night, the heavy footsteps in the dark night, composed a song warm into the heart. I think back to the words he said, "Life is not all smooth sailing, we often encounter one after another cool wind piercing the bones of the rainy day, but we can not give up, we have to keep a warm heart forward even in such a rainy day."
Who knows that faint light that had illuminated a girl's path forward and gave me the strength to give her the fight with the night. We meet many people in our lives, and I always believe that every person who passes through our lives can leave us with something, may be a deep thought, may be a joy, may be a memory, or may be a moment of growth.
It's that time of year again, the cool wind blows up the golden and brownish leaves to help them realize their last journey. Memories in the cellar of time slowly precipitated into a cup of fragrant wine, and was blown down by the autumn wind, causing the whole sky to emit the fragrance of memories.
V Deadpool asked me what same-sex novels I've read a forget the name, the story is this, the protagonist went to his uncle's house when he was a child, and much older than his little uncle in
I know a "rebirth of the uncle in the next"
VI Uncle you sold me the prototype story background
1, microfilm "trade" of the story behind the story: Yunnan, a 10-year-old girl wrote in her diary, "Mom, you sold me. I can go and work as a nanny for people and take care of their children, as long as they can pay 50,000 yuan to get my dad cured." These are the original words of Wang Adong Jian, director of The Deal, in a Sina microblog.
2. "The Deal" is a microfilm directed by Wang Adong Jian. The movie tells a touching story of a seven or eight-year-old girl who takes care of her sick bedridden single mother.
Due to the poverty of the family, the bucket of rice is almost gone, she cried and cried helplessly. One day, she saw that other people could make money by picking up scraps, so she began to follow suit by picking up scraps every day and selling them to pay for her mother's treatment, and calculating the difference in medical bills in her book in childish script. Every time she got the money, she would jump up and down with joy.
The little girl often measured her height on the wall, hoping to grow up quickly. Although she saved more and more money, after all, she could only save a little bit every day. Finally, one night, the little girl heard her mother coughing and knew that her mother's condition had worsened.
The next morning, the little girl woke up in a rare brand new clothes, washed her face, organized her hair, after seeing her mother's last glance, she came to the west end of the village, found working in the fields just released soon after the traffickers, raised by the tear stains to the flower of the face, said with tears, "Uncle, you sell me, I still short of 1,000 eighteen to my I'm still short of 1,000 yuan for my mom's treatment."
The trafficker was silent ......
3, the end: the trafficker was touched by the little girl, money to her mother to cure, but the mother finally went away, and then the trafficker adopted the little girl.
(6) I take a bath with my uncle story extended reading:
1, Wang adolescent Jian, young director, graduated from the Beijing Film Academy Fine Arts Department of Film and Television Advertising Director in 2005. Occupation is advertising director, graduated from the Beijing Film Academy in 2005, has been engaged in film and television advertising, promotional films, mv and microfilm filming work, and has been widely praised by the industry.
2. In 2008, he established a director's studio and became an independent advertising director. He has shot commercials and short films for brands such as HP, Toshiba, China Unicom, Volkswagen, Audi, FAW Jiefang, and Dr. Len.
3. In 2011, he shot a series of warm short films such as "Birthday", "Letters" and "Deal".
4. In 2013, he filmed the movie "I Want to Fly High"; in 2017, he filmed the movie "Stubborn Sweetheart"; in 2018, he filmed the movie "First Snow Confession".
5. The microfilm "Transaction" won the New Weekly 2012 China Annual TV List Annual Video Masterpiece.
VII The Story of Me and My Uncle the Policeman Essay 300 Words
Writing Ideas:
The content of the article is conveyed to the reader through the "I", indicating that what is written in the article is the narrator's own eyes and ears or the narrator's personal experience, so that the reader will get a sense of what the narrator is doing, and the reader will be able to understand the story. The reader is given a sense of intimacy and authenticity by the personal experience.
Using the first person, because the narrator is the person concerned, so the narrative of the people and events, can only be "I" within the scope of activities of the characters and events. Activity outside the scope of the characters and things can not be written in, to be analyzed specifically.
In my memory, there are many people I admire. One of them is an ordinary, ordinary traffic police uncle, he is not tall, dark skin, I think it must be often wind and sun.
I listened and nodded, and when the green light was on I followed everyone across the street. Thinking about the scene I just experienced, I pinched a cold sweat for myself. Nowadays I just pass by this police uncle, I have to nod and smile at him.
Students, "I'd rather wait a minute than grab a second" I hope this sentence can be y remembered in your mind and mine.
VIII My story with the police uncle 1500 words essay
"Police" is a word we are not unfamiliar, but very familiar. The police are born for the party and the people, for peace, and for the revitalization of the nation. Police uncles work early and late every day in order for us to live a happy, beautiful and joyful life. In ordinary life, because of the police uncle's help, bring us a lot of convenience in life. You should have this experience too. Here, I'll tell you the story of me and the police uncle!
I remember when I was three years old, a cold windy morning I and as usual, in the street rampage. Run ah run ah unknowingly I have run out of home far away from the place, accidentally fell in the puddle on the side of the road, wet like a "soup chicken", I was cold and shivering, young me do not know how to do good, it is a *** sat on the ground and cried out. I thought to myself, "Will I meet bad people, will they sell me? The more I thought, the more I was afraid, and the more I cried, the sadder and harder I felt. As I raised my voice, a kind old woman came over to me, looked at me kindly and asked, "Little friend, what's wrong with you?" I stammered and told her the whole story, and she pulled me toward the security post at the end of the Kaijiang Bridge. When I came to the police post, there was indeed a tall and powerful, very sunny and handsome police uncle. Uncle looked at my wet look, without saying a word, to help me take off the wet clothes, take off his own clothes to me to put on, and give me a steaming hot water. At that moment, I felt a sense of security and immense warmth. The police uncle also said to me, "Don't run around in the future, your mom and dad will come to pick you up soon." When I heard this, I was no longer afraid. At this time,
Outside there was a clamor, it was two people because of the sesame seeds and quarrel, the police uncle stood up and said to me: "I have to go to deal with some things, if you are thirsty, water in that." The policeman picked up his truncheon and walked out, and I realized that he looked serious and dignified. I sat obediently in the booth, and the noise outside gradually diminished until it was far away. The police uncle came into the booth, the serious look has disappeared, to me and smile.
Mom's voice rang outside the booth, "son I come to pick you up," I was excited to run over and hugged my mom, the police uncle said: "Children, quickly with his mother to go home, and will not dare to run away." Mom thanked the uncle, then led me home.
The police, is an honorable, dangerous profession, but also a very important profession, the world if there is no police, there will be a chaos, I want to be an honorable people's police. I want to be an honorable people's police in the future. I want to work hard for our great motherland, for the peace of our nation.
Nine There is a novel about an uncle and niece
Black Satan Soleil. Seems to be called this. It was written by Spirit Cat Fragrance.
Ten I and the police uncle's story of about 1000 words sophomore essay
"I picked up a penny on the roadside, handed over to the police uncle in hand."
The concept of the police is just a book to get a kind of noun, boys grow up a lot want to be police, help others to maintain the safety of life and property, the defense of the motherland, wearing a uniform to walk in Tiananmen Square waving, is a dream or what? When time flies, a scene of shocking time in front of the time, really do not understand the meaning of the police, I am lost.
I think the heart of the good police should be to serve the people, the people benefit, maintain the interests of the people, but the society is just the opposite, I am not sure what the police in the end, or just some kind of interpretation of the dictionary, their responsibility in where?
Now is the 21st century, there should be 21st century police standards, but the reality and the image in my mind is completely distorted.
For a number of case studies, the police for me more and more remote, more and more clearly to see who they really serve, in the end what they do, in the end in this society to play what role?
One after another of the criminal gangs escaped, once again and again the theft and murder of the case is not settled, this is why?
The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the people in your life.
The cell phone wallet has been stolen is a normal phenomenon, the police just the case of routine, write down the process only, theft gangs seem to be married to the police u over, why not catch it, the modus operandi and looks can be clearly described, the location of the crime have not changed, why not act it, N different victims of different crimes with the same gang of criminals, why not go to the control, do not say that the police just The police are just a kind of decoration?
I am the son of Li Gang, this sentence network has been spread, the police this industry seems to become a kind of official lapdog, do not know what to do, customs corruption and tax evasion, local police oppression of the poor, the official is not to be messed with, the police do not dare to mess with.