1 I have a teacher, who was my Chinese teacher in the seventh grade last semester and should be the oldest teacher who taught me. His name is Wang Shenghua. He is not tall, but he is strong and healthy. There are a pair of bright eyes, and there are a pair of upturned eyebrows on both sides of the eyes, like an inverted character. My first impression is majesty and spirit. I thought this teacher was serious and fierce. When he came into the classroom and said something, I felt that he was not a very fierce teacher. On the contrary, I think he is an amiable teacher. As soon as he came in, he praised us and said that our classroom was clean. He also said that although I am old, my eyes are very good, and many teachers have put on glasses. Then I didn't bring it, so I can see all those little moves you made clearly, and I have good ears and can hear them clearly. I am old, and I will never be old.
He is very kind to us and never scolds us. He says I won't hit my students, but if you don't change your mind by doing something wrong, I'll say what you say hurts more than hitting. Since he said so, I don't believe it, because I think he likes us. Every time he walks into the classroom, he talks about the hygiene of the classroom. If it is good, he will praise it. If it is not good, he will criticize it. He can also speak our songs. He wants our songs to be louder, but we seldom satisfy him with these two simple points. Sometimes, some of our classmates talk about small things in class. When he talks, we sometimes don't listen, which makes him very angry. I think this is very bad.
When our teacher Wang is in class, his speech is very interesting and humorous. He told us that his former students called him "Wang", not to mention that he was really good at teaching us. I used to think I couldn't write well. Some reasons are that some of my teachers say my composition is not good and my writing is not wonderful, but you are different. You told us from the beginning that the "Wang" written by the students should not be bad. You also talked about some of our compositions, including mine, which made me very confident. I think my composition has improved. My teacher, you are really a good teacher! I will always remember your teachings.
Now, it's Spring Festival again. In this celebrated festival, even an ordinary citizen will be infected by the warm atmosphere of this festival. Just like all the people in our family, in order to welcome the Spring Festival, we began to "sweep the dust" at home early. Even the youngest is not idle, busy cleaning electrical appliances and cleaning the corner of the living room. Qi Xin's family, together with Qi Xin, is filled with an active atmosphere of celebrating the clean-up and welcoming the Spring Festival. I seldom did housework since I was a child, but I made a fool of myself when I was cleaning. I either accidentally covered myself with dust or spilled tap water everywhere when I was washing dishes. It made the elders laugh and cry, and finally the father had to "go out in person" to stabilize the situation. Alas, I finally cleaned up my house, and it's time for me to "clean up myself".
On New Year's Eve, all kinds of window grilles and couplets will decorate my whole house. Firecrackers sounded from time to time outside, like the coming gospel of the new year, and every household was very lively. On New Year's Eve, I even stayed up with my family to pray for the coming year to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters and welcome Genefu.
On New Year's Eve, all the relatives in the world finally got together and prayed for the next year's life. The distance between people has never been so close. ......
The best companion in life lies in childhood.
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The morning sun lit up half the sky, and the clouds were layered and set in Phnom Penh.
On Saturday, I got up early, bought a red bean porridge in the breakfast shop, found a window seat, and drank it quietly alone. The wind in early autumn, a little cold, blew in through the window. I couldn't help shivering, holding the bowl tightly in my hand, and the warmth spread to my whole body through my palm, warming my heart. Take a sip, but it's not as delicious as mom's cooking. Red beans are even a little hard.
I remembered that beans and rice were completely integrated, thick and fragrant. I remembered my mother's smile inexplicably again. Suddenly, my heart suddenly felt a great sense of satisfaction. When I was a child, I loved to drink red bean porridge and always pestered my mother to cook it. Mother seems to regard porridge as a sacred thing, too. Standing by the stove, wearing a printed apron, she mixed the whole beans into the rice, added water, poured it into the pot and stirred it slowly with a spoon. I stood on tiptoe and stared straight at the cauldron, hoping it would be cooked soon. But my mother always said with a smile, it's not ripe or fragrant.
The sound of "hem" under the pot cover is getting louder and louder, and my heart is getting more and more anxious. I have to keep asking my mother, "Are you ready? Are you ready? "
Finally, the lid was lifted, and the aroma of porridge suddenly filled the whole room, mixed with a hint of sweetness. Mother brought a small porcelain bowl, put a bowl of porridge, put some sugar in front of me, smiled and turned away. I quickly took a sip, not hot, swallowed it, and didn't even chew it. The fragrance slipped through my throat and my lips and teeth remained fragrant. It was my mother who quietly planted full red bean seeds in my heart with love.
It turned out that it was mom who sprinkled love in the sweet red bean porridge to make it so sweet!
The air was filled with a faint smell of red beans, and the sun shone obliquely on my cheek. I have never felt the warmth of the sun so clearly. Red bean porridge and mom-the best childhood companions, will never forget the taste. ...
Since ancient times, historical and cultural celebrities have gathered around Poyang Lake Ecological Economic Zone, and the cultural resorts written by celebrities are famous all over the world. There is a famous sentence by Xunyang Chai Sang Tao Yuanming, "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan", and there is a beautiful scenery of Wang Tengting written by Wang Bo, "The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is * * * the sky is one color". There are not only Shi Zhongshan in Su Dongpo's works, but also Xunyanglou in Bai Juyi's Pipa, a poet who cultivated flowing water, Huang Tingjian, who started Jiangxi Poetry School, and Tang Xianzu, a Fuzhou Linchuan dramatist with "Four Dreams of Linchuan" ... It can be said that the charming Poyang Lake has a profound cultural and historical foundation.
There are many kinds of Poyang Lake mouth landscape culture (for example, Lushan Mountain is the summer capital), tourism culture (for example, Poyang Lake National Migratory Birds Nature Reserve), food culture (for example, hedgehog fried bacon), folk culture (for example, Poyang Lake Aquarium, fisherman's folk village, Waihu fishing ground) and farming culture (for example, rice cultivation culture for thousands of years).
Although the original ecological culture around Poyang Lake Ecological Economic Zone is rich and colorful, diverse in forms and styles, it still has certain * * * characteristics, mainly as follows:
Heritage. They all retain many image features of ancient life and accumulate cultural factors in different historical development stages. For example, the ceremony of opening the lake at the mouth of the lake is that every winter, ships gather in the harbor, the old man knocks three gongs, kills chickens and drops of blood, bows to the lake, sets off firecrackers, ships sail to the lake, and fishing operations begin; Wuning's planting is more realistic, with dozens of people lined up, drummers playing drums and singing, and everyone moving forward harmoniously. These ceremonies are the epitome of ancient life.
Quality. They are all collective creations of working people in Poyang Lake area of Jiangxi province in the long historical process. For example, due to the long-term performance in the vast rural areas and towns in Poyang Lake area, the stage art of Gan Opera is the crystallization of the collective wisdom of the local working people. It can sing and dance, and its performance forms are complicated, with a simple, heavy, cordial and realistic local style.
Amuse yourself. They are all artistic expressions of the broad masses of people in Poyang Lake, and they all come from the most sincere emotional expression in people's hearts. For example, the Lantern Festival in Jiujiang has a long-standing reputation, and it is a widely circulated and self-entertaining dance form for the public. It is a traditional activity of Lantern Festival in rural areas every year, and it is also the main entertainment activity of folk "Lantern Festival".
Improvisation: they don't emphasize the standardization of performance programs, and artistic expressions vary from person to person and follow the crowd. For example, Lushan chant and Jiujiang folk songs (three tones) are generally produced orally, and the way of inheritance and communication is not based on music scores, but through oral communication, or oral communication is the main way, supplemented by music scores. Oral development makes these original ecological cultures more uncertain, changeable, innovative and improvisational.
Adaptability: they are based on the historical era, conform to the trend and development, and have the characteristics of keeping pace with the times. For example, Jiangxi people worship and admire Xu Zhenjun very much, and have built many Taoist temples with Xu Zhenjun's worship as their content, such as the iron column view, the Jiande view and the Western Mountain hanging curtain view in Nanchang. And regard Wanshou Palace as a mysterious spiritual hall. Today, Wanshouguan Temple Fair has been endowed with more economic and trade connotations.
Regional nationality: influenced by the region and natural environment, it has distinct national characteristics and regional cultural colors. Such as: Poyang Lake fishing drum, Poyang Lake traditional fishery production custom, Wannian rice custom, Hukou Qingyang opera, Xing Zi Xihe opera, Jiujiang tea-picking opera, Jinxian Ertang snake lamp splashing water, Lidu car lamp and so on. Traditional Gong Mi, like Wannian, has obvious geographical limitations and is difficult to plant and popularize. Farmers in other areas blindly planted Gong Mi regardless of geographical conditions, resulting in some fake Gong Mi with poor quality, color and taste flooding the market.
Topic Excellent Composition 5 Failure is also a kind of nourishment! It has taught us a lot and is a great spiritual wealth.
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Looking back on the road of life, we will inevitably encounter many failures, which will make us discouraged, decadent and even degenerate. However, failure is also a nourishment!
Let's talk about Edison, the great inventor! In the laboratory, after repeated failures, he did not give up, but learned "nourishment" from the failures and finally invented the electric light. Obviously, failure is also a kind of nourishment!
I still remember the last entrance exam in 16 weeks. I walked into the examination room with parents' desire and teachers' expectation ... When my grades came out, I was surprised: I was unexpectedly famous in Sun Shan. I, completely collapsed!
I failed! I am sorry for my classmates and their trust in us; I am sorry for my teachers, their hard work and their expectations of me; I am even more sorry for my parents and their eager eyes. ...
Unable to accept this heavy blow, I was silent for several days until the teacher said to me, "failure is also a kind of nourishment!" " "
Ah! It finally dawned on me, as if a ray of sunshine had dispelled the smog in my heart, just like the grass behind the spring breeze blowing high. It was really "there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village"!
So, I look for problems from myself. I have a correct learning attitude, clear learning objectives and correct learning methods in all subjects. I am also modest and eager to learn, and I am not ashamed to ask questions. I also made a study plan: recite five words every morning, read a composition at noon, recite a poem at night, and collect a math mistake every day. ...
Finally, the final exam, I'm ready. ...
The grades are back, yeah! My grades are among the best! At this moment, I should, thank you for failure!
Students, in the face of failure, we should not be discouraged, but should learn "nourishment" from failure, fully "absorb" and create miracles!
In fact, failure is also a kind of nourishment!
What a warm name it is to have six families. Everyone has parents. They all come from different families. They and I formed a warm and harmonious family. My family is full of love and laughter.
There is a happy atmosphere everywhere in my home. There are six people in my family, father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, brother and me. There are six people in our family, let alone how lively it is.
I remember once, my father said, "Let's have a watermelon eating contest." It happened that it was very hot at that time, and everyone agreed with dad's idea.
"It's time to assign work, and everyone can hear their tasks clearly." Dad shouted.
Dad and brother are a group, mom and I are a group, and grandparents are of course judges!
My mother and I are preparing nervously, and my father and brother are cutting watermelons. Everything is ready.
With grandpa's cry, "Go", my mother and I each took a watermelon and swallowed it. My brother and father are no exception. It was similar at first. Slowly, I couldn't eat any more, and the speed began to slow down. But in order to win, I must persist. When it was time to eat the fourth piece, I suddenly heard my brother "Ah!" Let out a loud cry. It turned out that my brother ate too fast and accidentally sucked watermelon seeds into his nose. Grandparents shouted, come on! Come on! Grandpa and grandma are cheering me up. At this moment, I was full of energy and swallowed it in one gulp. Mom and dad ate together. When I finished eating another piece, grandma said, "It's time." My mother and I ate eleven pieces, and my brother and father ate more than ten pieces. Although it was only half a block away, my mother and I won the game in the end.
The nervous and happy game is over, and I can hear the laughter of my family from a distance, hahaha. ...
I love my family, with you, me and him.
My family's news broadcast
How can the news broadcast be my home? Everyone must be very strange! But I want to say that this "News Network" is not "News Network". This is not on TV, this is my family's news broadcast!
Hello, I'm Steve, the host of today's news broadcast! First of all, the host's brother is learning to cook. Look at the camera! My brother is "brushing" to cut vegetables. After cutting vegetables, my brother prepared some peppers and star anise, put vegetables in ... and then, ah! Male ... He just put the food away! "Brother, where's the oil!" I shouted. "I forgot when I was excited." The younger brother said with shame. Alas! I can only help him clean up the mess!
Well, this is my two-year-old nephew. My little nephew is running back and forth in the house. I don't know what he is enjoying. He pretended to sweep the floor with a broom, made faces at me and combed his hair with a comb. Look! Look! There he is riding a broom as a horse! Little nephew is so cute! Ha ha! He took a test paper from nowhere and tore it up for fun! Wait.-Test paper! "ah! My thesis! " I snatched the test paper from my nephew in a hurry. Oh! It's okay. It's just a little torn. I glared at my nephew, but he looked at me disdainfully, as if to say, "As for? What's the big deal! " My lungs are going to explode, I'm going to explode, forget it, never mind him again!
When I was hiding in my room and sulking, suddenly there was a child crying. Isn't that a little nephew? Suddenly, I put aside all my hatred and anger, only worried that my little nephew had been wronged. I hurried out of the room, only to see-ah! There is not a tear on his face, but he looks at me with sugar eyes. He used my love for him to play with me. Hum, that's disgusting! However, just then, my little nephew handed me the candy and said, "Come on, eat it." I suddenly became happy. It turned out that he was trying to coax me. I picked up my little nephew and said, "How can you be so smart?" He also smiled happily.
Ok, ladies and gentlemen, because time is limited, this news broadcast is here. Looking forward to my next warm and happy news broadcast! Goodbye!
Fatherly love, a feeling of being abused.
A mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain. Throughout the ages, maternal love has always been the main body of family affection, enduring. But at that moment, the father's love around us is often ignored. If you don't pay attention to the details of life, maybe this love will be buried in your father's heart forever. Perhaps, the father's love in this life will always be a name that has been mistreated.
Open the calendar of childhood, many traces of years are indifferent, and many footprints of growth are blurred. However, only two little things have always occupied my mind.
Father, do you remember? Last year, one day near the final exam, you were watching your favorite TV program "Moral Observation". I came out of the study. In order to see my favorite The Journey to the West, I had a brainwave and made up a reason that I would take the famous The Journey to the West in this exam. The teacher asked us to go home and watch TV series. I heard that it had something to do with the exam, so you immediately turned to Journey to the West. In this way, I watched the Journey to the West for a week or so, and I was happy for a long time, but it didn't last long. You were dissatisfied with my final exam results, but you didn't blame me. I went back to my study, unable to restrain my emotions any longer, and sobbed for my dishonesty. Father, your kind heart is so soft, however, under my lies, your soft and kind heart becomes fragile and pitiful.
Father, do you remember? One day during the holiday, I had a fever and fell asleep alone in bed. Just then, the door was gently pushed open. "The fever is gone. Have a good sleep. " A light and powerful word lingers in my ear. Isn't that my father's voice? Suddenly, there was a surprise in my heart. Someone used to pull the quilt for me at night. I always thought it was my mother, but it was my great father!
This time, I caught a cold. Father is afraid that the noise of the electric fan will affect my rest. He carefully turned off the electric fan and picked up a fan and fanned it gently. A cool breeze brushed my cheek, and the hot sweat slowly dispersed. Suddenly, a few drops of sweat fell on me. It was my father's sweat. My tears can't help wetting my cheeks. These tears contain many apologies and regrets, and finally flow freely on this quiet and peaceful night. Although the night blocked my sight, I clearly saw his kind face, heard his ardent blessing and care, and felt his haggard body and mind.
Over the years, how much you have suffered from wind and rain, how much you have been tired and how much you have suffered, but I have never paid attention to your every look, every word and every movement. How many coldness, lies and misunderstandings I gave you, you accepted them silently. Now that I think about it, what a bitter life it should be!
Father loves like a mountain, and father loves like the sea. Father, in my heart, no one can surpass your height. If you are a book, my daughter is willing to be a reader and read you all her life. I hope that "fatherly love" will never become an abused feeling.
Lan is a lively and generous girl. Her smile can affect everyone around her, and I am one of them. On the second day of school, I met Lan. I plan to study at night. I am eating instant noodles and wearing shoes. With five minutes left, I grabbed my textbook and rushed to the classroom. Bang, I knocked down a girl. I'm going to help her. She brushed away the dust gently, smiled at me and flew towards the classroom, leaving me with a light blue shadow.
When you don't know him, you will never know that this person exists in the school. When you get to know her, you find that she is always by your side. In the dormitory, I overheard roommates talking about her, and my ears couldn't help but stretch out: "I heard that there is a blue beauty in Class Three! Extraordinary! " Asako said.
"I have also heard that I have a unique personality." The old bug echoed.
My heart is full of joy: "Yes! Her smile is sweet and generous, and her voice is pretty good, especially her short black and beautiful hair. It's really ... "Suddenly found a dormitory people staring at me with their mouths open. I couldn't help blushing and found myself too rude. Shut up, but it's too late.
"Honestly explain the problem, be frank and lenient, and resolutely resist!" Head & Shoulders is too serious.
"Yes, he didn't say a word, unexpectedly beat us to it. Where did you meet her? How many times have you met? What do you say? " Asako was questioned like a prisoner.
I shrugged helplessly: "Nothing, just once or twice."
"You are not really interested in her, are you?" The boss stared at his eyes with exaggeration. "Surprisingly our Mr Cold will be tempted! Alas! I pity a group of class flowers in our class. Maybe I will be in tears for two weeks after hearing this news. "
"But then again, r, to act, hurry up! Good girl, but everyone loves it, such as me. " Head & Shoulders habitually tossed her hair to show her fashion.
"No, no!" I think my face must be terribly red.
I went to a class in the literature club and met her again. After she sat down, I sat down next to her quietly, pretending to be careless. Sometimes she is deep in thought with her chin cupped, sometimes she quickly turns the light blue ballpoint pen in her hand, and sometimes she smiles, revealing lovely dimples. I'm a little drunk, and my notebook is full-there's only one word in it: LAN.
Some people say that night can give people strength. I wrote a letter that looks like a love letter but doesn't seem to be a love letter through this shady scene. The next day, I put the letter with roses on her desk. I thought it must be sinking into the sea. Unexpectedly, I received a reply when I put it in the evening.
"Hello, Yan Fang! I am honored to read your letter to me. I envy your literary talent. Thank you for your compliment. I'm glad to make friends with you. As the saying goes: Come when you are together, or leave when you are not. Let's meet again in a month! Your new friend: Lan. Ps: Let's go to the classroom together tomorrow, shall we? " What a mysterious and lovely girl. In the face of the splendid sunset, I can't help singing loudly, and my head turn rate is 100%.
Since then, we have come and gone together, and her enthusiasm and vitality have already melted the iceberg in my heart. A small note every day conveys our mutual encouragement and greetings. Although there is no sweet talk, there is no vows of eternal love. But we all have a sincere heart. We talk about life and philosophy, comment on stars and songs ... we are so happy!
One night at 6 o'clock, I appeared downstairs in her dormitory on time, and she walked towards me with light steps. The blue floral dress looks energetic, youthful and elegant. Strolling along the tree-lined path, she raised her face and asked me, "Yan, do you like playing basketball?"
"a little!" Actually, I don't even know how many people play basketball.
"I like basketball very much. I like the tense atmosphere on the basketball court, watching the players sweat like rain and listening to the audience shouting in unison. Feel the expansion of passion, that feeling is wonderful. " Her eyes are full of excitement. This made me even more embarrassed-she was trapped in a monologue.
At the newsstand, all my possessions became quasi-basketball magazines. As soon as I arrived in physical education class, I began to play basketball in a proper way, and with my natural capital-altitude 188 cm, I became the main force in my class. In the grade league, I worked harder. Every time I hit a three-pointer, I can always find the blue spot in the vast sea of people. She gave me confidence and courage.
I opened the note she sent me and savored it word by word: "Yan, your party is really wonderful." The one who seemed fragile and taciturn before is gone. I'm so happy for you. Don't forget, you have to refuel in your study! " Ian. "Fold the scented paper and put it in my favorite book. I opened my math workbook and began to swim to the ocean of problems. ...
Today is the last day of a month. We met on the school bridge and talked happily with each other.
"Lan, in the monthly exam, I squeezed into the top 20 of the grade. What about you? " I'm a little proud. She smiled. Oh! I forgot, she has always been the holder of the top ten in her grade.
The wind blew slightly and the sun shone on the ground through the branches. We will meet in the shadow of next month. ...
On a sunny afternoon, I decided to go out for a walk because I thought the sun was fine. Take off the famous brand, put on the unmarked hurdle vest and put on a pair of beach pants and flip-flops. Shaking out the door. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this dress is somewhat neither fish nor fowl. But I feel very comfortable.
Walking on the white light road, the road is much wider than before, with endless traffic and high-rise buildings on both sides. People are either holding "crazy love" or Samsung in their hands, or holding a so-called smart phone of a famous brand. This is completely different from your old life of walking and talking loudly. When I gradually felt that there should be nothing I was looking for on this road, I was about to leave when I suddenly saw the "Laobaiguang Road Shopping Mall" at the intersection. For an instant, it seems like a bright light ravaging my eyes.
There are "big chicken" and "delicious" on both sides of "Laobaiguang Road Shopping Mall". Perhaps it's because these two storefronts are red, and Laobaiguang Road Shopping Center is sandwiched in the middle, which looks very old. Many young people have entered the "delicious". Picking the bread they want to eat, and these people may not even have seen fried dough sticks and tofu brain. From Lin Zexu and Gu Yuan's eyes to see the world, to westernization, it is doomed that many western things will flood into our big China. However, has anyone ever thought that our Congress is "distorted"?
The old shopping mall on the old white light road seems to have a kind of magic, which attracted me to the past. The storefront is as old as its appearance. The goods are single, but most people who come in wear internationally famous brands, such as Nike, Adi or bread and butter. The girls are wearing what they think is refreshing perfume. Chanel or Dior. I am not a very classical girl, and I also have my favorite foreign brands. But I prefer nature and comfort. I always thought that the educational policy of Peking University was "inclusive". However, my understanding of tolerance is not blind worship of foreign things and flattery of foreign countries. I don't think there is anything wrong with "Made in China". In contrast, the tops of so-called well-known brands are simply not as good as the pure cotton vests I bought for twenty or thirty yuan in my eyes. At least it can represent the "real" China.
I know that our laws, our system and even our political system may change. But I hope this change is not just learning, but creating, and we must preserve our "truth". I stepped out of the shopping mall on Laobaiguang Road, still standing on Baiguang Road, looking at the people around me, as if it were no different from before and seemed strange. It seems very real, but it seems very false. How many people can realize that China is "distorted"? !