First, hehe
Pinyin: dié xī Ι, phonetic notation: ㄝㄒㄒ, radical: mouth, external strokes: 6 paintings, total strokes: 9 paintings, five strokes: KGCF.
, Zheng code:, four corners: 6 10 14, structure: left and right, code: 0743, unified code: 54A5.
Second, hey
Pinyin: xρ, phonetic notation: ㄒ 1, radical: mouth, external strokes: 7, total strokes: 10, five strokes 86:KQDH.
Wu Bi 98:KRDH,: RKKB, Zheng code:, Sijiao: 64027, structure: left and right, code: 0785.
Third, dumb.
Pinyin: yǎ yā, Zhuyin: ㄚˇㄚ, radical: mouth, external strokes: 6 paintings, total strokes: 9 paintings, five strokes: KGOG.
Cang Xie: RMTC, Ma Zheng: JAKU, quadrilateral: 6 10 12, structure: left and right, code: 0800, location: 4938.
Fourth, yes.
Pinyin: hāi, phonetic notation: ㄞ, radical: mouth, external strokes: 5, total strokes: 8, five strokes: KCKG.
, Zheng code: JZJ, four corners: 63060, structure: left and right, code: 0739, unified code: 548D.
V. Jue
Pinyin: jué xué, phonetic notation: ㄐㄩㄝㄒㄩㄝ, radical: mouth, external stroke: 13, total stroke: 16.
86:KHAE, 98:KHGE,:, Zheng code: JIGQ, four corners: 6 1032, structure: left and right.
2. At that moment, I was moved by the classical Chinese saying "At that moment, I burst into tears".
I will never forget that under the golden dome of litters, in the bleak autumn rain and under a small pink umbrella, that scene is the warmest picture in the world.
At that moment, I was deeply moved for the first time.
The light rain keeps falling and the autumn wind keeps blowing. Looking at the roadside, it is already a million lights. I rode my bike distractedly, complaining about the bad weather and leaving school too late.
The ancients were right, "autumn wind and autumn rain are sad." I hate rain, and my already numb mood is more vulnerable to it. I looked around at the speeding cars, and a small pink umbrella caught my eye.
What a delicate little umbrella! My heart trembled slightly. Under the umbrella, the young mother holds the handle of the umbrella, and the little girl with long braids holds her mother in her hand, leaning her head gently on her shoulder, walking slowly, talking and laughing.
I can't help but slow down and quietly follow the mother and son. A cold wind blew and I couldn't help shivering. I saw the mother take off her coat and put it on her daughter, hugging her tightly and asking questions with concern, while the beautiful little girl showed a knowing smile.
So, in the cold and lonely evening, the thin mother and young daughter hugged each other tightly under the umbrella and gradually disappeared into the hazy corner in the oblique wind and drizzle. At that moment, I was deeply moved, and my heart suddenly felt sour, and my eyes were already wet.
I always thought I was indestructible, but I became sentimental in such an ordinary scene. Those who have read the story of the only child will never forget the memory of a young girl facing the painful reality of her parents' early death. Until this moment, I really realized the preciousness of family ties.
I'm starting to get scared. I don't know what I would do without my parents. I dare not think about how much care they have given me since I was a child, and what have I given them in return? I have always wanted my parents to live in luxury villas, eat delicacies and wear silks and satins when they grow up. However, I have time to create. Do my parents have time to wait? "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son wants to raise and not stay. " The sage's old adage has been memorized by heart, but do you really understand its meaning and do it? So, that night, I poured a cup of tea for my parents. I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I love you!" " "Thank you for giving me a profound political lesson that night; Thanks to the rain, it deeply moistens my boring mind; Thank you for that moment, which deeply touched me.