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Beijing City, the most worthwhile stay in the fall scenery, in my opinion, not in the Xiangshan Mountain in the mountains but outside the mountains, in the Yanshan Mountain range winding west along the mountains. This time to take the car in the Badaling north of the highway driving, the car window outside the natural landscape of the changing picture. Around a mountain beam is a picture of Miller, and around another mountain beam is a picture of Manet. Colors gather from all directions, each alive and well. Yellow yellow thoroughly, red red transparent, green green pale, even the white clouds on the sky also curled like chicken feathers, in the blue blue sky floating. People sitting in the car couldn't help but get excited, with a faint sadness: "What an autumn day, how come it's so hasty to leave before I've seen enough of you?
Those rainy days when I was a kid, my mom always held a blue umbrella to pick me up at school, my head was a blue, my shoulders were shrouded in a blue, and as far as the eye could see, it was a blue rainless sky. Later, on a rainy day, the short me looked up to talk to my mom, only to find that my mom's half of the sky was a gloomy gray, the wind mixed with raindrops, falling into my mom's gray sky, my mom's shoulders were wet, and my hair in front of my forehead was wet, and I, still in a blue, rainless sky.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned, "No, the umbrella isn't crooked." Mom replied softly and my eyes fell on the tilted umbrella handle, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked."
Mom stubbornly said, "No, it's really not ......" Then I grew up and no longer wanted my mom to pick me up on rainy days, and that blue umbrella faded from year to year in the cupboard, and I thought for a moment that I'd faded into oblivion. Perhaps it was a coincidence that it was another rainy day, another blue umbrella, and underneath it was my mom and me, almost as tall as my mom, holding the umbrella.
My eyes fell so unconsciously on the handle of the umbrella, and that scene was mixed with the scene of my childhood, when my mom was shrouded in a blue rainless sky. And my shoulders were wet, and so was my hair.
"The umbrella's crooked," my mom reminded me, "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," Mom repeated.
"Mom, really it's not crooked, no." There was a long silence under the umbrella, but I turned around and caught a glimpse of crystalline droplets of water across my mom's cheeks.
The faded color of the umbrella, and then reappeared in the previous clear as the sky blue. I finally realized that for a long time, my mother has been holding up a sky without rain for me, and now, I want to give my mother a happy sky, even though Meng Jiao said, "Who said that an inch of grass heart, to repay the three spring sunshine.
So my sight is tied to that blue umbrella, late at night every night under the lamp night battle is me, every weekend shuttle in the remedial location is me ...... All this, because of that tilted blue umbrella. That blue color, bright and clear as the sky, so that my eyes do not dare to move away, never dare to move away.
3. essay imitation, original + imitation, the more the better, about 500 ~ 600 wordsCountry love Zhuhui Lan
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming again, and our whole family is getting ready to meet my uncle, who came all the way from Beijing. As soon as he arrived home, he said, "Ah! I can't believe that Gaochun is getting better off. All the highways are well connected, flowers are blooming on both sides of the highway, and all the families have built small houses and are living a rich and happy life." "That's right! Our Gaochun Gucheng Lake crabs are famous all over the country, because it tastes very fresh and delicious, and makes people have a good aftertaste after eating. The 8th Crab Festival will be held soon!" Dad grinned, not without pride.
At noon, the table was filled with a tantalizing delicacies, I looked mouth-watering. As soon as the meal started, I devoured it and ate it. At this time, my uncle said with a smile: "Alas! If our parents were young, it would be good to have green vegetables to eat, but nowadays children are very picky, only eat these big fish and meat." I was ashamed to hear.
After dinner, I have long forgotten my uncle's words. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The father said with emotion to the uncle: "We always love to get together when we were young, the shuttlecock, swimming as the biggest fun. Many of our toys were made from local materials. Like water guns, paper airplanes, rolling iron ring|...... later digging robin, fishing, jumping rope and so on, it became a family affair. In recent years, the reform and opening up of people's lives have been comprehensively improved, the children's toys are really everything, play with a lot of fun. Nowadays, children have the most novel toys, especially remote control trains, cars, airplanes, etc., the production is very realistic, and the functions are endless. It's amazing!"
The next day, I volunteered for my uncle as a small "tour guide", take him to visit the beauty of his hometown. From Yinghu Peach Garden, Silver Forest Villa to the swimmer's mountain, Gaochun old street, Yaochi Villa ecological journey ...... built in the solid city lake lakeside plaza environment is beautiful, birds and flowers, fountains flowers dance, the lake water is crystal clear, so people linger on. Every attraction, uncle is interested in asking while viewing. Along the way, only to see the building has become taller, the road has become wider, the people's standard of living has really improved.
Uncle is going back to Beijing, before leaving, he took his grandmother's hand and said, "I believe that my hometown will become more and more affluent, and when I come back next time, we will live a more beautiful and comfortable life, and Gaochun's tomorrow will be even better!"
Listening to my uncle's words, I am full of longing for the future of my hometown ......
4. Seek three short essays imitation, (three, 100 words or so, with the original text)Ai grass said
- imitation of the "Ai Lian said"
There are countless lovely plants and trees in the world. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one. Since the reform, the world is very important to expensive flowers and trees. I only love the grass of obscurity, selfless dedication, do not fight for right and wrong, seemingly weak, but strong, tenacious upward, standing tall between heaven and earth, can be honored and marveled at!
I say that the tree, is high above the right to have the power of the people; flowers, is a delicate confusion of the rich and noble people; grass, is really noble people. Well! From ancient times to the present, tree and flower lovers, can not be counted. The love of grass, few and far between.
The Song of the Stream article parody
The Song of the Stream article parody
The Song of the Stream
A brisk little stream, bending and gurgling, humming and singing, laughing and running forward, it runs through the trees and around the obstacles, and it runs tirelessly forward, running ......
Under the golden sunshine, it rhythmically beat the two banks, splashing strings of crystal water beads; with that crisp singing voice, to console the flowers and trees along the way; with its lively dance, to accompany that nurturing spring flowers and autumn fruits of the side of the hot land. It is like a beautiful woman who can sing and dance, so gentle, and so strong, every day in pursuit of their own ideals, no minutes and seconds of burnout, there is only impact, forward ......
Creek, you do not have a majestic momentum, however, you have an indomitable spirit. You do not pursue people's careful care, not to mention the advantages and disadvantages of the environment, as long as the survival of the day has been forward - gusty winds attack never beg for mercy, the sudden rain shower, to wash the body dust, there is just more cheerful flow, flow ...... you remember: flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow. Running, day and night to run to the faraway ......
stream, you know that the course of life will not be a flat river: along the way, there are tall mountains block, there is a deep broken valley blocking the way, sometimes also locked into the cage-like deep pool ...... and you, the Spirits full, to the vast faraway cheering, from time to time to toss up the sediment deposited under the water. Nothing can stop you from moving forward, there is an obstacle in front of you, you roar loudly and rush through, because you know: smooth sailing, is not a great thing, only the adversity of the struggle, life only puts out a brilliant luster.
The creek is full of confidence, no matter how the road twists and turns, it will always sing with a clear voice, and the valley constantly resounds with echoes, also crisp. This song, is the defiance of the difficulties, the future aspirations, is the belief that will win ......
You hold a firm belief, day and night running, many days as if a day, many months as if a month, through the storm, finally, you flung into the arms of the sea ... ...
"Can you rest?" "Rest? Why? That won't do!" "Never rest, never rest ......" you sang joyfully, running and running.
5. 200 words of beautiful excerpts plus 300 words of imitation1 Original sentence: trust, often create a beautiful realm. -- "Pearl Bird"
Paraphrase: Respect, often builds bridges of communication
2 Original sentence: Like the sudden rain, it is the rapid drumbeat; like the whirlwind, it is the flying tassel; like the chaotic frogs, it is the bouncing footsteps; like the sparks, it is the flashing pupils; like the fighting tigers, it is the strong and healthy style.
Imitation: like the thunder, it is the fierce drum; like the shooting star, it is the waving drumstick; like the mountain, it is the strong body; like the fire, it is the impassioned emotion; like the lightning, it is the chaotic dancing figure.
3 Original sentence: Blow! Blow the cuckoo red, blow the willow green, blow the willow leaves fluttering and whispering: as if telling a strange myth in a cut, whispering a tune of love and sadness; Blow, blow to wake up the people who are still sleeping! Blow the sky blue, blow the leaves yellow, blow the leaves dancing: as if in a mysterious dance, in a prayer of life and death; blow, blow ripen the fruits that are still sleeping!
4 I did not expect / a seed that drifted from a small place / but took deep roots in my heart, - "The Other Side of the Mountain"
I did not expect that a small, insignificant stone would send ripples in the lake of my heart.
5Original sentence: The fragrance of the beans and wheat on both sides of the river and the water plants at the bottom of the river are mixed in the water vapor and blown on the face; the moonlight is hazy in this water vapor. The dark rolling hills, as if they were ridges of iron, ran far astern, but I thought the boat was slow. The white fluffy clouds, as if they were the hooves of a galloping horse, were all changing in the sky, but I thought the sky was still.
6 original sentence: rainy day roof tiles, floating wet streams of light, gray and gentle, facing the light is faintly bright, backlight is dark, for the vision, is a low comfort. As for the rain knocking on the scales and thousands of petals on the tile, from far and near, gently heavy gently, sandwiched between a strand of thin stream along the tile groove and eaves gurgling down, a variety of percussive sound and sliding tone densely woven into a network, who's thousands of fingers in the *** earwheel. "It's raining," came the gentle gray beauty, whose icy hands whisked the myriad black and gray keys on the roof, playing noon into dusk. -- "Listen to the Cold Rain"
Paraphrase: The houses on a snowy day, glittering with soft icy light, white and crystalline, glittering when the sky is clear, gentle when it is cloudy and rainy, are an elegant treat for the eyes. "Snow", the beautiful winter girl came, her white dancing shoes in the earth rotating countless tango ah waltz, the early morning a dance into the night.
7 original text: rain, like silver gray sticky wet spider silk, weaving a piece of light net, netting the whole world of autumn. The sky, too, was dark and dreary, like the roofs of old dwellings entangled in cobwebs. The grayish-white clouds that piled up in the sky were like white powder peeling off the roof. --Eileen Chang, "Autumn Rain"
Imitation: Snow, like white, smooth sheets of paper, fluttered into a thin veil, covering the entire winter world. The sky was also white, like the white walls of a brand-new room that had just been painted. The silvery moon that looms over the sky is like a faint mark on the white wall.
6. last lesson imitation 300 words To be similar to the originalFarewell, flowers in the yard; farewell again, birds in the yard; and you, the honorable Mr. Hammel, goodbye ...... I looked backward while wiping the tears from my eyes with my hands.
As I walked down the street, Wachter, the town's blacksmith, was by this time packing his bags with his apprentice, ready to flee the city in its clutches. The unlucky sign is still there, but the people who look at it are gradually leaving, probably not wanting to be exposed to its bad luck! The sky is overcast and the wind is picking up.
The painted eyebrow is still squatting on the tree in the morning, but its mood seems to be bad. Because it did not sing as happily as in the morning, but stared at every pedestrian on the road, maybe it wanted to find out the culprit from the crowd of pedestrians who made everyone unhappy.
This look, in the eyes of the righteous, represents the heart of all; but in the eyes of the wicked, like the robbers, it becomes horrible, terrible, and a little creepy. On the grass behind the sawmill, the Prussian soldiers were running with shouts of one, two, one, and they were trying to trample the whole city of Alsace under their iron hoofs.
Such men are an abomination, I thought to myself, while kicking the stones on the roadside with my foot. Ouch! It hurts.
Stinking stone, rotten stone, even you are bullying us, just like those robber Prussian soldiers, big bad, rotten eggs. I continue to walk forward, walking, the sky gradually dark, at this moment, I suddenly came up with a thought: this is not a sign that we are getting closer to the reign of darkness? Thinking of this, I could not help but shiver.
7. write a person's composition, 400 words, to have imitation and the originalTeacher I want to say to you
Time is running out, teacher you okay?
Teacher, I want to say to you: your face, your hands and feet, often in front of my eyes; your care, love and care, has been lingering in my mind; your good guidance, teaching, so far, remember in my heart; you and we together with all the things that are like yesterday.
Teacher, I want to say to you: it is you who gave me the confidence to learn; it is you who gave me the courage to live, it is you who gave me the motivation to work hard, it is you who gave me the hope to run to a good future.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are the knocker to open my wisdom; you are the golden key to open the door of happiness; you are the guide in my life voyage; you are the conductor of my life music.
Teacher, I would like to say to you: if not for you, perhaps I would have given up on myself; if not for you, perhaps I would have been so addicted to go on; if not for you, perhaps there is no prospect of my life; if not for you, perhaps there is no today I.
Teacher, I would like to say to you: if not for you, perhaps I would have been so addicted to go on.
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for the wind and rain for my shelter; thank you for the ice and snow when to give me warmth; thank you for my cultivation of grace; thank you for my knowledge of the feelings.
Teacher
Teacher, I want to say to you: every day you go to the podium with a grimace, we just play after class after the happy mood is again destroyed. I hope you can smile a little! Beginning of class, you have been frowning tightly, suddenly called up a is
in the desertion of the students to answer the question, the students in a two-way puzzle, the answer to the bull's head is not the right mouth. The teacher was furious and asked him what happened. "Behind the students told me", the class laughed, but the teacher
Teachers do not laugh, still frowning y locked, with an arrow-like gaze staring at us, we had to close our mouths immediately, sitting down. At this time, how we hope that you, teacher, can also smile! In this way, your unhappiness, the students of the disbelief
, may be in a smile in the drift away, we and your distance because of this smile and become close to it.
After class, there are many students ran up to the podium, want to talk to you, but a head of busy you a sentence: "What's the matter?" We were too embarrassed to open our mouths. At that time, we would like you to smile and relax with us to chat ah!
"Smile, ten years less, we will learn better; smile, really easy, distress, sadness behind you." I used to write such children's songs or small poems, but did not dare to sing, when can I sing happily in front of you?
Finally, teacher, I want to say to you: the New Year is coming, I wish you good health, happiness, and beauty, and happy to spend every day! Good people have peace in their lives!
8. beautiful excerpts imitation *** 600 each 3001 original sentence: trust, often create a beautiful realm.
Imitation: like the thunder, it is the fierce drum; like the shooting star, it is the waving drumstick; like the mountain, it is the strong body; like the fire, it is the impassioned emotion; like the lightning, it is the chaotic dancing figure.
3 Original sentence: Blow! Blow the cuckoo red, blow the willow green, blow the willow leaves fluttering and whispering: as if telling a strange myth in a cut, whispering a tune of love and sadness; Blow, blow to wake up the people who are still sleeping! Blow the sky blue, blow the leaves yellow, blow the leaves dancing: as if in a mysterious dance, in a prayer of life and death; blow, blow ripen the fruits that are still sleeping!
4 I did not expect / a seed that drifted from a small place / but took deep roots in my heart, - "The Other Side of the Mountain"
I did not expect that a small, insignificant stone would send ripples in the lake of my heart.
5Original sentence: The fragrance of the beans and wheat on both sides of the river and the water plants at the bottom of the river are mixed in the water vapor and blown on the face; the moonlight is hazy in this water vapor. The dark rolling hills, as if they were ridges of iron, ran far astern, but I thought the boat was slow. The white fluffy clouds, as if they were the hooves of a galloping horse, were all changing in the sky, but I thought the sky was still.
6 original sentence: rainy day roof tiles, floating wet streams of light, gray and gentle, facing the light is faintly bright, backlight is dark, for the vision, is a low comfort. As for the rain knocking on the scales and thousands of petals on the tile, from far and near, gently heavy gently, sandwiched between a strand of thin stream along the tile groove and eaves gurgling down, a variety of percussive sound and sliding tone densely woven into a network, who's thousands of fingers in the *** earwheel. "It's raining," came the gentle gray beauty, whose icy hands whisked the myriad black and gray keys on the roof, playing noon into dusk. -- "Listen to the Cold Rain"
Paraphrase: Houses on a snowy day, glistening with soft icy light, white and crystalline, glittering when the sky is clear, gentle when it is cloudy and rainy, are an elegant treat for the eyes. "Snow", the beautiful winter girl came, her white dancing shoes in the earth rotating countless tango ah waltz, the morning a dance into the night.
7 original text: rain, like silver gray sticky wet spider silk, weaving a piece of light net, netting the whole world of autumn. The sky, too, was dark and dreary, like the roofs of old dwellings entangled in cobwebs. The grayish-white clouds that piled up in the sky were like white powder peeling off the roof. --Eileen Chang, "Autumn Rain"
Imitation: Snow, like white, smooth sheets of paper, fluttered into a thin veil, covering the entire winter world. The sky was also white, like the white walls of a brand-new room that had just been painted. The silver moon that looms on the sky is like a faint mark on the white wall.
9. essay imitation mountain rain 300 words rushThe sound of rain, ringing in my ears all night long ...... They are countless fingers reaching down from the sky, caressing the dark earth.
In the pattering, chirping sound, I silently listened to their contact with the earth. They gently patted the roof of my thatched cottage, and the sound was soft: the thatch sucked up the rainwater, and before the raindrops could make a crisp sound on the roof, the soft grass had already sucked them dry, leaving only a subtle sizzle in the night, as if it were a low sigh ...... They landed on the leaves of the trees outside the window, and there was a crackling sound that was like a lot of people applauding from a distance, applause after applause.
This is not enthusiastic applause, but gentle and restrained, seems to be driven by an invisible force, ceaselessly continue. What is there to applaud so much on this lonely, cold night? They fall into the river and make a crisp rustling sound.
This is the kiss of water and water, crystal and clear, the *** of the sky and the earth in this inextricably intertwined diffuse spread ...... They also knocked on my door and window. The unregulated sound seemed to ramble on and on to me: hey, what are you doing cowering under the roof? Come to the rain, we will wash away your physical and mental exhaustion.
You come out. Suddenly, they came into my house.
First on the ground, with a tick, then a tick, like a trumpet in a symphony. It was a leak in my roof, and the rain had soaked the thatch and seeped into the house.
Soon, this crisp "tick-tock" sound extends to the table next to my bed, into a cloudy heavy "duk-duk" sound, and extends to the top of my mosquito net, into a dull "puh-puh" sound. "sound ...... next, it should be extended to my bedding and body face. I don't want to stop them from visiting, and I can't stop them from entering.
Let them go, let the sounds of this house and the millions of sounds outside the house between heaven and earth merge into one, so that I also become part of the rain, wet themselves at the same time, but also wet the world .......
10. short beautiful imitation writing (to have the original text)Zhu Ziqing "back" imitation writing
The keyboard struck a lot of words, the only mother and loved ones of the text written very little, one is not know where to write, the second is not dare to think of his mother, for fear of opening the net of that thought, will be drowned in tears.
May is a beautiful season, friends very much like in this season to go to the Ili River fishing, because now is the season of fish breeding, so every late at night in groups of fish, will be against the current, to catch them into an easy thing, my friend is also so discarded the fishing rod, joined the ranks of the late-night fishing.
It's been a long time since I've seen him, I don't know what he's been up to, and lately I've been so busy working on my writing that I've had no time to think about what he's doing.
Last night by chance to see him, his face is tired, a look know that last night and go to stay up late to catch fish, I laughed and joked: "Look at your eye circles, are almost turned into pandas, and go to catch fish, right? Really convinced you guys!"
"Oh, the last time, I will never go to catch fish again." The friend said with a bitter smile.
"Why? Aren't you addicted to catching fish? Can you quit it?"
"Last night when I was catching fish, I saw a mother fish with a small fish in the water to play, the small fish is attached to the mother fish's stomach, they play very happily, did not see me standing in the water, at that moment I almost can't get down, but in the friend's urging, I still caught the mother fish, the small fish swam away, looking at its lonely figure, my heart suddenly hurt for a moment, I don't know why, never again can go into the water to catch a fish." My friend finished in silence.
I don't know why he suddenly had so many feelings, and only in the morning did I hear people say that his mother was sick, living in the hospital and dying, so his feelings were born from it.
The situation of the little fish and the mother of the fish is always in front of my eyes, if the mother of the fish know that there is danger, will not hesitate to choose to protect the child, regardless of their own safety, right?
At night when I slept, I had a dream that my mom stood by my bed and kept shouting my name, which made me unable to sleep peacefully all night.
I couldn't restrain myself from thinking of my parents who were far away, and I got up in the morning and rushed to call home, my premonition telling me that something must have happened to them.
The phone was not answered, I called my sister, and realized that my father had been hospitalized for more than a week, and my mother was sick at home and could not get out of bed, and I, the careless daughter, did not know that I seldom go home, and even stingy to the point that the phone call is seldom to them.
I didn't cry, though it was hard on my heart, and finally found my mom at noon, just back from her shot, her voice weak, busy cooking to bring to my father in the hospital.
"Mom, are you sick?" I asked, pretending not to know.
"No, mom is fine! Do you want me to be sick so much?"
"But why do I hear you talking like you're not feeling well?"
"Oh! In the past few days, the throat is a little inflamed, it is very difficult to speak, mom is fine, you can rest assured! But you remember to eat breakfast in the morning, wear more clothes do not get sick." Mom began to ramble those words of concern again.
I used to dislike her nagging, but today it feels so kind, this is the mother, hard-working and kind mother, no matter where I go, she is so love me, but I?
I did not dare to say anything, and did not dare to cry in front of her, quickly hung up the phone, hugged the pillow and cried, what can I do for them? I suddenly realized that I could not do anything for them.
That kind of disappointment and helplessness is never had, at that moment I felt how selfish I was, working so long never gave them a penny, always thought they do not need, however, I was wrong, they need, just do not want to tell me.
What parents need is not the children's money, they just hope that their children can be safe and sound to walk their own way, but they also need our care and love, even a phone call, even a small greeting.
Mother's love is selfless, children are often selfish!