Title: Umbrella, Song, and Reflection
Feifei the mouse is a naughty boy who loves to fight with others. So he is notorious, many people hate him but his big brother Squirrel loves him very much and often protects his shortcomings.
One day, Feifei ran out of the house to play, saw a small river, the river "clattering" singing. He thought there were small fish in the river, busy squatting at the river to look into the water. The river scoffed, "Hey, dirty boy, what are you doing here?" Feifei fixed his eyes on a very dirty little mouse, looking at him and smiling dementedly. Feifei asked in a nonchalant manner, "Hey! Little kid, playing with me?" The little mouse's lips moved and didn't answer him a word. Fei Fei beckoned to him again, "Kid, get your ass out here!" Unexpectedly the kid waved at him as well, but didn't come out. Feifei was furious, raised his fist like an iron clock, to the kid face slap, the kid also did as he did, although not hit, but Feifei was splashed all over the water. The river, secretly felt funny.
Feifei cried and screamed, and turned back to his big brother. His big brother heard someone fighting with his brother, and quickly asked, "Where is the man who beat you? Wait for me to give him a good beating!"
"In the river opposite."
His elder brother ran to the river and looked into the river, and it turned out to be a big squirrel with a fierce face. He pointed at the big squirrel and said, "You, you, you bully my little brother, so big a person, but also fight with children, really shameless ......" words did not finish, he saw the big squirrel also pointing at him to scold, do not feel the sparks bursting, and hastily picked up a big stone at the river, to the The big squirrel also pointed at him and scolded him. This throw can be very big, the river hit but dizzy, starry-eyed. Originally, the river wanted to tell the stupid squirrel everything, but this time, the river was angry, can tell him? The squirrel thought: that squirrel must have escaped while I was throwing the stone, go after him!
The squirrel chased him all the way along the riverbank, and when he looked into the river, he saw the big, hateful squirrel, and raised his fist to hit him. At that moment, the river spoke up, "Okay, if you want to fight, please scoop up some water and go to your house and fight."
Feifei's big brother really scooped up a big pot of water and went back, saying excitedly, "Good stuff! Come to my house, I'll have to lay a good one on you, hahaha ......" Fei Fei sniffed and looked into the basin, it was really a dirty kid, and said to his big brother, "Right! That's him! Big brother, kick his ass!"
Fei Fei's big brother to the basin is a punch, the basin broke, the river water flowed out, what a man no one!
Exactly: people do not know the self ugly, the horse does not know the face long.
Just look at the face of others, do not know their own heart.
It's like looking at a leopard in a tube and seeing only one spot.
To look at the sky from the bottom of a well is not enough.
2. Parody of the song of forever essay 300 wordsTime in the rain, forever memories "Clatter, clatter, clatter!" It was raining, it was raining so hard that people raised their umbrellas, and I stood in a small pavilion by the lotus pond, enjoying the rain.
People came and went by the lotus pond, and the lotus flowers in the rain swayed in the wind, as if waving to the pedestrians. Passers-by hold umbrellas, a colorful umbrellas make the lotus pond seems to be surrounded by a layer of lace.
Looking at the various umbrellas, I remembered the umbrella that my friend left me at home. My friend's name is He Lixian, nicknamed "Little Mudbud" because she is dark and loves to play in the mud, so she is called "Little Mudbud".
Me and "Little Mudbud" are inseparable, we fly kites together in the spring, swim together in the summer, walk through a golden avenue paved with fallen leaves in the fall, and run a marathon together in the winter. The friend of mine gave me the umbrella, from that day on.
That day, my mom kept telling me in the morning to bring an umbrella, it might rain in the afternoon, and I was in a hurry to go to school, so I forgot my umbrella. In the afternoon after school, "Clatter, clatter!" The rain was pouring down, and "Little Mudbud" came over to me: "Hee hee! You don't have an umbrella, do you want to be a pig in soup?" I was so angry that I stared at the big eyes, at this time, I saw the school began to less people, anxious as a hot pot on the ants, tears in my eyes spinning.
"Let's go!" "Little mud" pulling my coat corner said: "We live close, go back together!" So, we were together with a small blue umbrella, laughing and joking along the way! "Yo! Lyric Qian, got wet! It's all because of this carelessness, letting you freeze!" I gave an embarrassed smile! "Don't laugh!" Mom said angrily, "Why don't you find some clothes for her to change into?" I found a coat for her to change into, and after changing into my coat, she ran home, leaving her umbrella at my house. The next day, I took the umbrella back to school, want to return the umbrella to the "little mud".
But "little mud" did not come, I thought she was sick, I ran to her home to see her, but no one at home, but there is a letter she left me, she said, her father's work has mobilized, so she and her father went to the border, may not come back, the umbrella is given to me, as a souvenir! Lost to know cherish, this sentence, I finally understand. Looking back, my mood is always calm, I lost my best friend.
From the moment she left, I suddenly felt less like what, walking on the road, ears echoing the laughter of the past, came to school, in front of her playful appearance. This is because of this, that umbrella, became my most valuable thing, nothing, I will gently touch her, let the tears fall on the umbrella, quietly, broken ...... I think, although we are separated by thousands of miles, but, no matter how far apart, our friendship will never be limited, will continue forever, is not it?
3. Imitation of the song of forever essay 300 wordsTime in the rain, forever memories "Clatter, clatter, clatter!" It was raining, it was raining so hard that people raised their umbrellas, and I was standing in a small pavilion by the lotus pond, enjoying the rain.
People came and went by the lotus pond, and the lotus flowers in the rain swayed in the wind, as if waving to the pedestrians. Passers-by hold umbrellas, a colorful umbrellas make the lotus pond seems to be surrounded by a layer of lace.
Looking at the various umbrellas, I remembered the umbrella that my friend left me at home. My friend's name is He Lixian, nicknamed "Little Mudbud" because she is dark and loves to play in the mud, so she is called "Little Mudbud".
Me and "Little Mudbud" are inseparable, we fly kites together in the spring, swim together in the summer, walk through a golden avenue paved with fallen leaves in the fall, and run a marathon together in the winter. The friend of mine gave me the umbrella, from that day on.
That day, my mom kept telling me in the morning to bring an umbrella, it might rain in the afternoon, and I was in a hurry to go to school, so I forgot my umbrella. In the afternoon after school, "Clatter, clatter!" The rain was pouring down, and "Little Mudbud" came over to me: "Hee hee! You don't have an umbrella, do you want to be a pig in soup?" I was so angry that I stared at the big eyes, at this time, I saw the school began to less people, anxious as a hot pot on the ants, tears in my eyes spinning.
"Let's go!" "Little mud" pulling my coat corner said: "We live close, go back together!" So, we were together with a small blue umbrella, laughing and joking along the way! "Yo! Lyric Qian, got wet! It's all because of this carelessness, letting you freeze!" I gave an embarrassed smile! "Don't laugh!" Mom said angrily, "Why don't you find some clothes for her to change into?" I found a coat for her to change into, and after changing into my coat, she ran home, leaving her umbrella at my house. The next day, I took the umbrella back to school, want to return the umbrella to the "little mud".
But "little mud" did not come, I thought she was sick, I ran to her home to see her, but no one at home, but there is a letter she left me, she said, her father's work has mobilized, so she and her father went to the border, may not come back, the umbrella is given to me, as a souvenir! Lost to know cherish, this sentence, I finally understand. Looking back, my mood is always calm, I lost my best friend.
From the moment she left, I suddenly felt less like what, walking on the road, ears echoing the laughter of the past, came to school, in front of her playful appearance. This is because of this, that umbrella, became my most valuable thing, nothing, I will gently touch her, let the tears fall on the umbrella, quietly, broken ...... I think, although we are separated by thousands of miles, but, no matter how far apart, our friendship will never be limited, will continue forever, is not it?
4. The topic is to write a wonderful song can be how to write an essay 300 to 400 wordsThe cold winter is blowing a whistling cold wind, trying to wake up the steadfast plum blossoms. The hot summer is baking the earth. We are in the tall magnolia tree under the cool, proud of the mockingbird in the "squeak" for us to relieve the boredom, they are "buzzing" honey. But it is so ordinary. That kind of goodness. The fragrance of the plum blossom attracted the diligent bees. The girls picked up the flowers on the ground and put them on their heads, and held a beauty contest.
I love my hometown, close to the gold that can bring people rich, because the fall is the season of harvest; not as beautiful as the peony, but also lead you forward. That generous.
I love my hometown. From a distance, the splendid bean valley is a beautiful and noble carpet. It's a beautiful and noble carpet that you can't leave without seeing.
I love my hometown. The cool autumn brings people a warm smile, those mountain flowers, although not as strong as the smell of roses I love my hometown
5. write this ancient poem into a 300-word essaySparkling lake, ripples one after another circle ripples, the lake sister of the willow tree the blue water sparkling lake as a mirror with makeup, where gently comb their own pigtails.
The sun shines on the surface of the lake, and the lake is flooded with a piece of golden waves, and the ripples are mischievous enough to float around on the surface of the lake. Look, the little fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking around for their moms.
Look, there is also a pair of large dragonflies parked there, watching the beautiful scenery. Listen to the birds marveling at the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole, singing a beautiful song to the surrounding objects.
This song, it seems to intoxicate them; this song, it seems to let them soul; this song, it seems to let them sleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, refreshing breeze blew, the grass danced beautifully.
The mountains in the distance are high and low, like a charming landscape painting, which makes people relaxed and happy. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silence of the landscape.
A small boat floated in the distance, on which sat two laughing children. One of them was wearing a red bib, one was wearing a white shirt, and both were barefoot.
One of the older children put away his Penny, stopped his oars, and sat down in the center of the fishing boat, which gradually came to a stop. One child said to the other, "The boat is now stopped in the center of the lake, what can we do now to make the boat go forward without either oars or braces?" The other kanji held his chin in his hand and quietly thought of a way.
"Oh there, let's use umbrellas to get the boat going!" With that, he hastily took the umbrella out of the cabin and opened it, and held it aloft so that the wind blew on top of it, and the umbrella drove the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat traveled slowly.
Passers-by saw, are surprised to think: now there is no rain, the two children to open the umbrella to do. Oh, no wonder there is no rain are open umbrella, the original is not to cover the wind and rain, but to use the wind to make the boat forward.
These passers-by, when they think about it, can not help but praise the two children, saying that they are very clever, very clever, worthy of admiration. When these passers-by turned back to look at them again, their fishing boat was already far away, leaving only some slow ripples on the water.
6. flashback essay 300 words begging to be writtenLove Deeply_Essay
"O mother! The storm in the sky comes, the bird hides in its nest; the storm in the heart comes, I only hide in your arms." Whenever I read Bing Xin's little poem, in my mind, I can't help but recall my mother's face, which is full of deep maternal love.
My mom is a middle school teacher. She has a pair of eyes shining with wisdom, penetrating endless love; a pair of hands that have experienced thousands of vicissitudes, containing a heavy grace. In my impression, her eyes and hands in tandem, carrying a deep mother's love, turned into a ray of light, so that I bathed in it.
Mom's eyes always reveal infinite care. When I was very young, whenever I walked alone, my mother always looked at me with her loving eyes, a faint smile on her face, as if to remove the obstacles in front of me; a little older, when I can go out alone, my mother was first instructed to send me out of the door with her concerned eyes, as if to remind me to be careful on the road; now, although my mother no longer look at me walking as hours, but I know that her caring eyes, her eyes are full of love and care, so that I can walk with her. Mom's hands are very rough, wrinkles on the top of a line, a winter will be dry and cracked up, very painful. However, this still can not hinder her love for me. Once, in the middle of winter, the north wind "whistling" blowing, mom sent me to school. Suddenly, she turned around and looked at my uncovered hands, could not help but frown: "How to wear no gloves again?" I didn't care: "I forgot to put them on, it's not cold anyway, so it's okay if I don't wear them." But mom insisted on handing me her gloves, "order": "put on!" My heart was touched, I know that my mother's hands can not stand the cold wind, so I do not want to obey, but my mother's non-negotiable gaze finally let me put on the gloves that still carry her body temperature. North wind gusts of blowing, mom's hands cracked out blood, that soaked with deep mother's love of blood. My eyes can not help but wet ......
Bathed in this warm glow of motherly love, I feel immensely happy. Mom with her deep maternal love for me to weave a cradle full of warmth, so that I happily lie in this cradle.
7. Write Northeast rice-planting song essay (300My home is in the northeast, although it is not a big city, and not so prosperous, but there is a unique flavor, especially the hometown of the unique rice-planting song, which brings endless joy to our hometown!
Da Yangge ~, in our Northeast, everyone knows, household name, who can twist on a section ~! Whenever the night falls, the size of the square, crowded with people, accompanied by the cheerful sound of suona and drums, from the inconspicuous squad, lined up into a long queue twisted up, and some small children from the side of the twisted to and fro. They all twisted their fans and handkerchiefs in their hands, regardless of gender and age, and were very happy.
The square vendors in the rice-planting team set up stalls next to a time the square is even more lively. The surrounding audience while enjoying, while chatting about the family life.
Every celebration or festival and New Year's Eve is also a rice-planting song. Every time, the people who twist the rice-planting song wear colorful clothes, some are dressed up as characters from traditional operas, and others ride small running donkeys, and they send joy to the people with all kinds of movements and dances.
Ah! Hometown rice-planting song, you for us in the Northeast spread how much laughter how much joy! You give people away how much fatigue and worry, you have become a part of our lives, you are like old wine, mellow and sweet, intoxicated with the hometown people's hearts! Beautify the life of people in their hometown!