Here are three model essays, tea, lotus root and star, for your reference.
Pianyicha
? It is a natural law for people to cool their tea. When people are gone, tea will get cold. This is a cold world. A cup of tea, Buddha sees Zen, Tao sees qi, Confucianism sees courtesy, and business sees profit. Tea, just a glass of water, gives the world only imagination.
People often say that the heart is tea and tea is the heart. Open the memory album, I have too much contact with tea, and all the wrinkled and yellow films are there.
I remember my grandmother grew tea and often worked in the tea garden during the day. She took me there once. As soon as I walked in, the green of the garden bumped into my eyes, and the fragrance of tea slowly drifted into my nostrils from a distance. Suddenly, a cool and fresh rush came to my brain, which was very uncomfortable. Look at this ladder-shaped tea village layer after layer. The green color is flowing, like green waves rushing to the horizon one after another, reflecting the distant green mountains and blue sky. Now the sun shines lightly on this tea. Such exquisite and shocking scenery can't even compare with the works of ancient landscape painters.
So my mother loves tea, grew up in tea, and naturally knows a lot about tea ceremony.
One day, I asked my mother about tea ceremony. To make tea, the basic things are to warm the cup, pour the tea, inject water, scrape the foam and pour the tea. The most difficult thing about this kind of tea is boiling water. Boiling is like the eyes of a fish. The edge is like a spring, and the pearl is boiling. At this time, tea is the best. Learn step by step according to the method my mother taught me, and finally make a cup of tea. I can't wait to give it to my mother. My mother touched my head with a smile and whispered to me, "silly child, there is a way to offer tea." You should offer it to both parties, but don't touch the cup. Look at your fingers touching the tea. " Mother immediately poured the tea into the remaining cups, and each cup was poured evenly. She said: "tea is seven points full, leaving three points is human nature, and tea can't be poured naturally."
At that time, living in the countryside, the old people nearby would go out for a walk with tea cups. Every summer night, every family moves away from the stool and sits under the tree to enjoy the cool and watch the stars. At this time, they chatted with their neighbors about their parents' shortcomings and drank tea. Then all the grievances of the day were relieved and their hearts were calm. Recalling such a picture is unforgettable so far.
I remember that every time there is a wedding banquet at home, there is no time when tea is not served. How can we celebrate without tea? If other families know that they don't serve tea, it is a consistent custom in my family to even replace tea with drunkenness without alcohol.
China is the hometown of tea and the earliest country to make and drink tea. From ancient Shennong's medicine drinking to Lu Yu's poultry drinking in Tang Dynasty, and then to the soaking drinking in Ming Dynasty. Tea culture covers the cultivation of self-cultivation. I want to use tea as a medium to seek inner peace and tranquility.
I often drink tea, and I love tea, too. Every time I watch the water pour into the teacup and soak the tea leaves, the tea leaves float slowly, and my heart becomes calm. People often say that drinking tea is a state of mind and tasting tea is a state of mind. At this time, I am holding fragrant teas but I can't stop thinking about my relatives in my hometown.
After drinking tea, my heart will be simple and people will be as light as tea. Life is tea, tea is life, meditation is right, thoughts are born from the heart, and truth is born from the heart.
Partial lotus root
Although there is no lotus root, compared with other side dishes, the love of lotus root is incomparable.
(Comment: Starting from the comparison, the main object of this article is the lotus root. )
When it comes to lotus root, you will think of a small mud pond in the country and the sister of the neighbor. I will think of my parents' cry and grandma's smile. Lotus root bone soup and vinegar fried lotus root tip ... Really, lotus root has been engraved in my memory.
(Comment: Use the sentence "mentioning … will remind you of …")
I remember the lotus root hidden in the mud pond in my hometown backyard. After the midsummer, the lotus roots under the residual leaves began to grow. When autumn comes, you can dig in the fields. I often go with my neighbor's little sister, put on wide rain boots and carry a big basket in my arms. I staggered to the pond, jumped into the mud pond and splashed mud all over the locker room. I leaned down and put my hands deeply into the wet and fragrant mud with lotus roots. Touch it everywhere, and when you touch it, you will rivet your strength, and your hands will pull up hard, with a "sloped" sound. With the sound of lotus roots leaving the soil, mud flowers will splash again.
(Comments: The writing style is very childlike, which conforms to the physical, motor and psychological characteristics of children and is very vivid. )
Don't eat raw all the time, it's not clean.
This sentence is inseparable from the lotus root in my mind. Hours of hometown, no snacks. Sweet and fragrant raw lotus root mixed with soil is the most lingering snack between my teeth. Every time I pick up a basket of lotus roots, I pull up my neighbor's little sister and run to a stream not far from the mud pond. I took out one at random, put it in water, and immediately sent it to my mouth. But if you eat raw lotus roots, you will still be found. She always tells me earnestly, "Don't eat raw food all the time. I'll bring it back for you. "
(Comment: This past shows the deep affection between mother and son. In mother's typical language, it is vivid and touching. )
Of course, there is another person who can't live without it. She is grandma. Without thinking, the mud pond is hers. When I waddled home with a basket of unsatisfied lotus roots, I always saw a short woman at the door waving to me, it was grandma! When I approached, she trotted to meet me, grabbed the basket in my hand and trotted home. When I walked into the room slowly, the lotus root stained with dirt and weeds had been washed white. I quickly moved a chair and sat in the kitchen waiting. Grandma quickly cut, boiled, boiled, fried diced lotus root, steamed lotus root slices, vinegar lotus root tips …, and the faint lotus root fragrance has been lingering in the kitchen in autumn.
(Comment: I wrote grandma's looks and actions to express her love for me. )
Many years have passed, grandma is still around, but we are not in our hometown. When I came to this "small fishing village", many of them were better than my hometown, but my grandmother said that I could never buy lotus roots like that again.
Tre Stelle
Although it is not as hot and bright as the sun, it is not as bright and quiet as the moon. I like stars, but it seems to be destiny takes a hand. Mom said that when I was a child, I often pointed to the stars in the sky and didn't know what I was mumbling. ...
I remember my grandmother used to like to take me for a walk. She often takes me to Lianhua Mountain and sits on an empty lawn. It was dark at that time, but there were always bright eyes blinking gently and touching me lovingly, just like grandma. ...
"Yang Yang, in fact, every star has its own name. When the brightest star we see with our eyes is Sirius, the nearest star to our earth is proxima centauri Centauri ... "Grandma's whispers often accompany me to sleep. When I was a child, I spent more than half of my evening with the stars, so the stars were like family, friends and grandma to me. ...
As I grew older, the number of stars I could see in Lianhua Mountain gradually decreased, just like my grandmother who went back to her hometown gradually faded out of my memory … until one day, my father took my mother and me back to my hometown in a hurry. I remember very clearly the night I spent on the road. There was not a star in the sky. The dark night came at me and weighed on my heart, making me breathless. ...
In my hometown, the excitement of the past was swept away and replaced by silence. The house is full of sadness. When I walked in the door, a pale coffin with despair came into my sight. Who is the man lying in it? ! She's not who I think she is! Don't! No way!
My heart thumped at the moment I saw the coffin. The person lying in it won't be the one who taught me to recognize the stars and spent the whole childhood with me. That can't be my dear grandmother ... I walked over with a little luck and trepidation. Seeing the loving face belonging to grandma, she was bloodless and pale. My tears ran down my cheeks in an instant.
That night, I sat alone in front of the door, looking up at the sky. No more bright eyes, only endless darkness, as if to tell me that the gentle and kind star that belongs to you has disappeared and will never appear again. ...
From then on, the existence of stars can only bring me sadness. Every time I see the stars, I think of my grandmother and everything she taught me. For a time, I didn't dare to look up at the sky for fear that I would suddenly cry. ...
With the development of science and technology in Shenzhen, every night, the city is full of spotlights, and the stars can no longer be seen. They gradually disappeared into the darkness.
By chance, I reported to Dapeng's sailing camp. Sailing camp is by the sea, away from the bright light and noise of the city.
One night, the students in the sailing camp were having a party. I felt bored, so I went for a walk by the sea. I want to raise my head and stretch my stiff body, but at the moment I looked up, I froze. ...
The sky is full of stars, and everyone is smiling at me. I even saw a few stars connected like grandma, gentle and kind. She smiled: "Yang Yang, grandma taught you, do you remember?" "Yes, I always remember." I looked at my grandmother and choked. "In fact, the stars are the embodiment of the dead. Oh, Yang Yang, I can see every minute you spend here. I will always be by your side. " Listening to grandma, I nodded again and again. Grandma never left, did she?
The stars returned to the sky with my love for my grandmother, giving my loved ones soft light.