People taste coptis chinensis, which tastes bitter. However, some people have tasted bitter gall and know that it is bitter. They must taste it.
Why? Used as inspiration. Austerity, struggle, family, torture yourself, perseverance, perseverance, willingness, perseverance, "I don't regret the widening of my belt, I am haggard for Iraq."
Bitter, so far it has become a mirror. Pursuing a goal and achieving a mirror, though bitter, is sweet.
It's very bitter, and it's also very enjoyable. The same is true of the joys and sorrows of reading.
Personally, I have read many books, so I love books and naturally know the bitterness and joy of reading. I like books, because it makes me understand too much, but it also brings me a lot of pain and trouble.
The days of 1, 2, 3, A, B and C all made me collapse. The days were so boring that I finally waited for the weekend. I wanted to have a good reading contest, but the homework was endless and the time was taken up. At this moment, I feel like a bird trapped in a cage, and I have lost my blue sky. Now I am studying. Furthermore, when it comes to the bitterness of reading, I have to say something about my glorious deeds.
When I was in primary school, my parents allowed me to read all kinds of healthy and beneficial books, and I began my reading experience without hesitation. In junior high school, the study pressure is getting heavier and heavier, so the time and opportunities for reading are getting less and less, and I cherish the time for reading more and more.
I spent all my spare time without reviewing on reading, and soon finished my designated reading goal. At this time, my favorite writer Cai Jun published another book, The Revolving Door, which attracted me deeply from the beginning. I can't stop watching, but I don't have time to watch at ordinary times! So relying on my not too stupid mind, I thought of a way and bought a flashlight myself. When I turn on the light to sleep at night, I will secretly take out my flashlight, carefully take out my books, hide under the covers, turn on my flashlight, and look out gently from time to time to see if anyone is coming.
Half an hour passed, and I was so hot that I had to give up halfway. Finally, I fell to the point where I didn't look good and was too tired to sweat.
So reading is not fun? Don't! Reading gives me more pleasure than pain. Books are the crystallization of the author's wisdom, and they are carefully selected self-statements after contemplating life, so frequent reading is a shortcut to full maturity. When I was studying, I put aside all my troubles and was quietly taken into a brand-new cultural realm by the author to walk freely.
In countless nights, I seem to have had a calm and far-reaching dialogue with an elder, galloping through ancient and modern times and across time and space and region. This old man is full of wisdom and outspoken, and his thoughts will gradually melt into my heart, hitting my once naive soul every word.
My view of everything in the world began to change. I learned to understand the true meaning of life with my heart, to treat life happily and positively, to appreciate beauty and to create beauty. People who don't like reading all their lives are like prisoners. They are imprisoned in the cage of self and ignorance. They often complain: "life is boring and work is endless."
They don't feel happy, because they put themselves in a fixed life process, pay more attention to interests and gains and losses, not only know nothing about the excitement of the outside world, but also ignore a little happiness in life. This loss is very terrible. The ancients once said: "If you don't learn for three days, your face is disgusting and your language is tasteless."
I think this is the true portrayal. Barrow once said: A person who loves reading will never lack faithful friends, mentors, lovely companions and warm comforters.
As long as there are books, there will be endless joy. If you want to keep looking for happiness on the road of reading, you will inevitably encounter many hardships, but if you reach a state, you will truly realize that this kind of bitterness is also sweet, and this sweetness hides bitterness.
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2. Write a composition book in Chinese.
Chinese is a kind of culture, and it also teaches language and literature knowledge through books. I got it at the beginning of school, and it was like a treasure.
It is like a treasure house of knowledge, rich in content; Like a key, find its knowledge door. Now let my Chinese book take me to the colorful world of language and literature. Chinese books are rectangular, and their covers are constantly changing, from cartoon animals in grade two to live-action movies in grades three and four. With the growth of everyone's age, the demand for knowledge and culture is also increasing, and the content inside is rich and colorful. The cover of the Chinese book describes the scene of the lesson of osmanthus rain.
I opened it at will, and what I saw was a vivid picture with words, which seemed to bring us an invisible scene. Over time, I collected a lot of poems, which accumulated over time. There is also a data package, which contains countless materials!
China's books contain endless knowledge, including the nostalgia of hometown, the discussion of products, the truth in life, interesting Chinese characters, stories of parents' love, poems of politicians' patriotic spirit and so on. This deeply touched me and inspired me. Chinese books are a deep well of knowledge, and the source of knowledge is inexhaustible.
My Chinese book is a knowledgeable doctor, a camera that gathers the world, and a poet who is proficient in poetry and painting. My Chinese book, accompanied by my Chinese teacher, taught me the knowledge of language, writing and literature, and it also brought me endless fun! China's books are full of infinite charm! Let's love it and like it!
3.Brushbrush Movie Name Font Design City Name Idioms Brush Picture Material while Flying and Dancing.
Pinyin: long fē i fē ng w ī
Description: At first, it described the grandeur of mountains, and later it also described the boldness and agility of calligraphy.
Source: Han "Tokyo Fu": "My ancestor Longfei Baishui, Fengxiang participated in the market." Su Songshi's "Observing the Monument of Loyalty and Righteousness": "The mountain has long eyes, the water has flowers, and the dragon and phoenix dance is collected from Lin 'an. "
Example: I looked up and saw four large screens hanging on the north wall. The cursive script was amazing. Qing Liu E's Travels of Lao Can: The Ninth Return
Synonym: free and unrestrained.
Grammar: as predicate, object and attribute; Describe the powerful strokes of calligraphy.
Write/draw easily
Pinyin: Huēzìrú
Interpretation: swing: swing; Wine: Sprinkle ink. Describe painting, writing, composition, and using a pen.
Source: Tang Liqi's "Gift to Zhang Xu": "Xing Lai sprinkles the wall and the pen is like a meteor."
Example: I was given a pen full of ink at home. Juezhai picked up a pen and wrote more than 100 words on the paper. The twenty-fifth chapter of Pu's Flowers of Evil at Sea.
Synonym: easy to use, handy, heart-to-hand correspondence.
Antonym: support the east and the west, stretch out.
Grammar: as predicate and attribute; It refers to drawing, writing and composition.
The brush is flowing like a dragon and snake-(the strokes of calligraphy) vigorous and graceful.
Pinyin: bǐzǒu lóng she
Explanation: Describe calligraphy as vivid and magnificent.
Source: Tang Libai's "Cursive Song": "Always seeing dragons and snakes, the left side is shocked."
Example: The scholar is small, but his chest is enormous. The first moment of Ming Ling Mengchu's surprise Volume 20
Synonym: dragon dance and phoenix dance, the word follows the dragon and snake.
Grammar: as a predicate; Describe the strength of calligraphy.
perspicacious
Pinyin: rù mù sān fēn
Commentary: According to legend, Wang Xizhi wrote on the board, and when the carpenter carved, he found that the handwriting penetrated into the board for three minutes. Describe that calligraphy is very powerful. Nowadays, the problem of metaphor analysis is very profound.
Source: Zhang Tang Huai Guan's "Broken Book of Wang Xizhi": "Wang Xizhi's book is a blessing version, and it is cut by workers."
Example: When we read this poem, we have a particularly hearty feeling. Qin Mu's "Hands Not Stretched"
Synonyms: Li Tou paper back, iron flower silver hook
Antonym: a little.
Two-part allegorical saying: the hammer hits the nail; Woodpeckers rule trees.
Grammar: as predicate, attribute, adverbial and complement; Finger depth
(of calligraphy) vigorous and powerful.
Pinyin: Leo Ribei
Explanation: Pass: Pass. Describe the vigorous calligraphy, and the brush strokes almost penetrate the back of the paper. It also describes poetry as profound in conception and concise in words.
Source: Tang Yan Zhenqing's Notes on the Twelve Meanings of Zhang Changshi: "When using the front, I often want to make it pass through the back of the paper, which is very successful."
Ex: intention before writing. Yi "Ou Bei Shi Hua" Volume 6
Synonym: a lot of money is tempered.
Antonym: low-key statement
Grammar: as predicate, attribute and clause; Used in calligraphy and articles.
4. Look at the picture and write the picture, the picture on the cover of the Chinese book in the third grade, and write an imaginary composition on the cover of the Chinese book.
"Ding, Ding ..." This crisp * * * woke the sleeping mountain. The students waved goodbye to the teachers, hopped around with their friends who came home, and set foot on the road home with light schoolbags on their backs.
On this forest path, the students are chasing and having fun. The children's laughter seems to wake up magpies, pigeons and swallows. Birds are twittering in the tree as if talking about something. Maybe they are blaming the lovely children for disturbing their dreams.
There is a faint scent of roses on the roadside, and butterflies are dancing on it. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves falling from the tree danced with butterflies. It is impossible to tell whether they are leaves or butterflies. Bees collect honey from cauliflower in farmland, stirring their crystal clear wings and sometimes making a pleasant "buzzing" sound. Frogs catch pests in the pool and sometimes open their mouths to spread the good news of victory to people. The flowers are being borrowed.
Little friends seem very tired when they walk. They lay on the green lawn, bathed in the soft sunshine, and watched the birds fly in the blue sky. Children all hope that birds can fly higher and higher and farther. I think: children want to fly freely on the earth like birds.
Before you know it, the sun will set. Friends also realized that it was a little late. Friends are reluctant to part with their classmates and beautiful lawns. The flowers on the roadside seem to say to the children, "Let's meet again tomorrow."
Little friends returned to their homes, waiting for them is a better tomorrow.
5. Unit 4, Grade Four Composition, Writing Composition, Writing Outline "Crying in War", with pictures in the book.
"boom! Boom boom ... "The explosion resounded through the sky, piercing the sky that should have been quiet. The once prosperous Shanghai South Railway Station vanished in an instant. A boy less than three years old sat beside the ruins and cried. The heartbreaking cry and the bombing of the plane interwoven into a sinful symphony.
Why is the child crying? Where are his parents? What the hell happened here? People have a series of problems.
Check the historical materials: War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression broke out on1July 7, 937. On August 28th of the same year, Japanese planes bombed Shanghai South Railway Station crazily. The overpass, platform and track of the station were damaged, and the ground was covered with charred and mutilated bodies. In the square, many murdered women clung to headless and limb-missing children. The incendiary bombs thrown by Japanese planes ignited the station and Zhengjiaqiao, and at that time, smoke filled the air, which was terrible.
A reporter took a photo recording the sins of the Japanese invaders. These lonely children are covered in sores, which is terrible. I guess, in the smoke, a young mother took refuge with her son who was less than three years old, and the three of them came to the railway station. People who come to the railway station to take refuge are really crowded, and children under three years old want to get on the bus with their beloved puppies. At this moment, the planes of the Japanese invaders arrived savagely, and they dropped one bomb after another crazily. Suddenly, Shanghai South Railway Station was in ruins, and people at the station were killed and injured by the explosion. Before the little boy could figure out what was going on, another bomb was dropped. Mom and dad quickly held the child in their arms and wrapped it in their bodies. His parents were beaten to death, and he crawled out of the bloody mess, crying for his parents, and crying every day, don't do this, and the ground was ineffective. He has no family now. Who made him lose his family? Who made him homeless? This is war! This is the bullet of sin! My heart is full of hatred for the war and the initiator of the war.
Today, although our children in China live in a peaceful environment, the world is not peaceful. At present, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and other countries are still filled with the smoke of war, and evil bullets are still threatening the delicate "flower of peace". On behalf of peace-loving people all over the world, I appeal to the whole international community: in order that mothers do not lose their sons, wives do not lose their husbands, and people do not lose their loved ones, the whole world should maintain peace and stop wars! Let the flowers of peace bloom all over the world!
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6. Composition: The pictures in the Chinese book describe the growth of the sixth grade in 600 words.
Time passes through my fingers inadvertently. The old lattice is covered with spider footprints. It is busy weaving a web, and every step we take is covered with dust, but some places are clear and easy to see, and some places are blurred. This is shiny gold covered with dust. It needs us to taste and know its true value. This is growth.
Growth is the taste of happiness. I once again picked up the photos of my childhood, but my face didn't change much, only that tender little face gradually became the mature me now. In the process of growing up, with the passage of time, we have achieved more and more successes and gained more and more.
However, growth is a cup of tea, and there are also bitter parts. One life obstacle after another is in front of us, and we have to face these setbacks. In addition, we have to face differences. "By the ancient road outside the pavilion, the grass is blue and the sky is blue." "No matter how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, we will always be friends ..." These lyrics touched the softest string in my heart, reminding me of the moment when I waved goodbye to my primary school classmates. I was reluctant to part, nostalgic, and sour, and all kinds of emotions came to my mind, and sometimes this was the next step that each of us had to take in our growth.
Growth is a slow-moving stream. We grew up unconsciously in a quiet voice and learned to face life calmly, strongly and happily. Time has taken away the purity and innocence of our childhood, but the story of growing up is still unforgettable. Among them, there are joys and sorrows and there are joys and sorrows. Growth requires us to feel a little. It is a brilliant golden ribbon, stringing together my memories and thoughts.
Go out alone at night
When I was in primary school, I often went to a small shop in Hutongkou to buy stationery. I want to go out at dawn at night, but I always can't remember, so I have to go out in the dark night.
My family lives in a quadrangle. I was very young at that time, and it was a big problem every time I walked out of the yard. I want to ask my mother to go with me. My mother said, "When I grow up, I should go out to exercise by myself." So, I walked out of the house in fear.
At first, there was a light shining outside the house, but in a short time, the ground whistled and there was no light, except for plants and several wooden boxes. My heart seems to be tied by a rope. Without my mother's company, I was only accompanied by a dark, silent and labyrinthine compound. I spread my legs, ran at full speed, turned left and right for a while, and soon came to a clearing in the yard. The bright moonlight shone from one side of the roof, and I suddenly felt as if all the light in the world was hanging over me alone. However, this situation cannot last long. I have to leave this yard first! I ran away again, and the rope in my heart was tighter. I don't want anything, so I rush out. With a bang, I pushed open the gate of the yard. I overcame this difficulty!
Although there is a night light shining on the distance from home to Hutongkou, I still can't let go, always thinking, will there be bad people on this road? What if a gangster with a knife catches me? On second thought, the black yard has come out. Isn't that enough? So I made another trip, went to the stationery store, bought something, and prepared to go home. Looking around, an alley is in front of you. Although my heart is still pounding, I am not as scared as before. After all, I have already left home.
The rope in my heart grabbed me and ran home. I saw the light in the room and my mother, and the rope in my heart was finally put down. Looking at the pen I bought again, I feel very fulfilled: I went out alone at night!
Now, whenever I take this familiar road again at night, I don't run anymore. I overcame myself with courage and confidence, and saw the hope leading to the light.
7. Writing composition 800 words to write about life
The warm sunshine in winter shines on the desk through the glass window. I am holding a book, reading beautiful poems and savoring the poet's life in the sunshine. Suddenly found that, originally, everyone's life journey is like a book, happy or sad, wonderful or dull, each with its own charm. Su Shi's life is magnificent, brilliant and sad. At the beginning of his life, Su Shi conquered the literary world and the whole dynasty with his talent and boldness. At that time, his future was bright and smooth. However, the Wutai poetry case was that he was demoted to Huangzhou, and since then he has been demoted to eternal life. Facing the Red Cliff in Huangzhou, how did he feel when he wrote in the book of life that "the great river east has gone to the waves for the best, and he has been a romantic figure through the ages"? It is heroic, tragic and resentful. "Affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, born early, life is like a dream, and a statue returns to the moon" is a true portrayal of his mood. However, Su Shi is outstanding. He didn't take this poem as the end of his life, but as the book said, "holding a bow like a full moon, looking northwest and shooting at a wolf" began another * * * course of his life. Dongpo, you are not only a poet and painter, but also an extraordinary writer! You wrote a magnificent life poem with your own life experience, which is full of ups and downs, tragic, heroic and romantic. You are arrogant, leaving behind a book that is no better than words, which people have savored for thousands of years. The two people I admire most are Su Dongpo and Wang Bo. Perhaps, he is more suitable for the title of "gifted scholar" and has become an eternal talent. The charming young man stood on the edge of the Wang Teng Pavilion and looked out. It happened that the sunset was still lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water was still * * * in the sky! Jin Zun sake and tracts can't stop Wang Bo. He sang "However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor" and embarked on a distant road, but he didn't expect to plunge into the river like a broken kite, and his talent fell, and heaven and earth mourned together. Wang Bo, you wrote a short but brilliant life with your talent, just like a novel without an end, leaving an exclamation point in the air, telling how much you are unwilling and how much you sigh. However, you use your self-confidence to impress all beings, and you use your talent to make future generations submit. How can your life not be a shocking and immortal poem? Life is as magnificent and tortuous as Su Shi, or as short and brilliant as Wang Bo. The beginning of life is a blank book, written by us. Everyone is an excellent writer. It's up to us to choose whether to use thick ink to mark exclamation points one by one or to understate them like ink painting.
8. A 400-word photo composition On Saturday, my mother asked me to tidy my room and open the drawer. When I saw the book Greek Myth, I took it out and flipped through it. A photo fell out and I picked it up. At that time, when I was very young, I skated with Xiaoyu's brother on skates. One morning, brother Xiaoyu and I took a photo hand in hand in front of the community corridor. We smiled brightly and were very happy!
Looking at the photos, my thoughts can't help but go back to that year. When I was five years old, Brother Xiaoyu, who lived near my home, was one year older than me. He skates well. He not only skates fast, but also has a unique skill, that is, the golden rooster is independent, one leg is raised, one leg is slightly crouched, and both hands are raised to keep balance. Adults always praise him, and we all admire him. I also want to be praised. I remember that time. On that day, the study officially kicked off. Before studying, I took a photo with brother Xiaoyu. I quickly put on my skates and slid forward. Unfortunately, my center of gravity was unstable and I fell down. I didn't get discouraged. I practiced again, but I kept wrestling. I'm getting a little impatient. Looking at Xiaoyu's brother, like a professional dancer, he leaned forward and circled quickly, and then stopped firmly in front of me, and his companions gave a burst of applause! I am not reconciled. I always practice and always fall down. Look at me, my legs are bent back, my hands are hanging at my sides, and I am clumsy and slowly moving forward. And Gao Xiao that action is very strange!
Wang Tuo, my mother is calling me again. I suddenly came back to reality from childhood. I quickly put away the photos, closed the drawer and started cleaning!
9. About my photo. A photo of me.
In my memory, there is a particularly unforgettable photo, which was taken with my sister at the chrysanthemum exhibition in Xinyuan Square.
It was autumn, and I was wearing a dark blue coat and black pants, just like a cowboy in the west. My sister is wearing a red shirt and jeans, just like Mulan joined the army for her father. The two of us stood in front of the chrysanthemum and laughed happily.
At that time, people came and went in Singapore Square. Every place is crowded with people. We first went to the fitness area of the square, played for a while, and then went to see chrysanthemums together. Some chrysanthemums are delicate golden yellow, some are bright pink, some are pure white, some are spicy red, and all kinds of chrysanthemums have different shapes. They are beautiful in contrast with each other, which can really be said to be colorful.
We looked at all kinds of shapes made of chrysanthemums, and there was a long dragon winding among the flowers, as if it rained in an instant. ...
We saw flowers placed like radishes and flying saucers. When we crossed the bridge, we saw the poet's poems, all of which described chrysanthemums.
I was intoxicated by such beautiful scenery. My sister said to me at this moment: "Let's take a picture!" " I was very happy after listening to it. So my sister and I took this unforgettable photo.
10.6 grade Chinese book 2 cover picture writing composition "Ding, Ding ..." This crisp * * * awakened the sleeping mountain. Students and teachers waved "goodbye", and friends who came home together skipped on their way home with light schoolbags on their backs.
On this forest path, the students are chasing and having fun. The children's laughter seems to wake up magpies, pigeons and swallows. Birds are twittering in the tree as if talking about something. Maybe it's strange that lovely children disturb their dreams.
There is a faint scent of roses on the roadside, and butterflies are dancing on it. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves and butterflies falling from the trees danced. I can't tell whether it is a leaf or a butterfly. Bees collect honey on cauliflower in farmland, stirring their crystal clear wings and making a pleasant "buzzing" sound from time to time. Frogs catch pests in the pool and sometimes open their mouths to spread the good news of victory to people. Flowers are greedily absorbing nutrients through the warm sunshine. When a gust of wind blows, they bow their heads humbly and thank God. It seems that everyone is busy!
The little friends walked and seemed very tired. Lying on the green lawn. Bathed in the soft sunshine, watching birds fly in the blue sky, children all hope that birds can fly higher and higher and farther. I think: children want to fly freely on the earth like birds.
Unconsciously, the sun has set. Friends also noticed that it was a little late. The little friends reluctantly separated from their classmates and the beautiful lawn. The flowers on the roadside seem to say to the children, "Let's meet again tomorrow."
Little friends returned to their homes, waiting for them is a better tomorrow.