Qingming always gives people the feeling of rainy days. Or stormy, or rainy. From early morning to dusk, in misty and rainy Shan Ye, there are always grave-sweepers who walk again against the wind and rain, dotted with loneliness; Or in groups of three or five, helping the elderly and carrying the young, or one or two lonely shadows, one person limping. The distant mountains are hidden in the clouds, the trees are caged in front of solitary smoke, the bridges are flowing, crows are crying sadly, the rain washes the clear autumn, and the wind blows sad, only to see misty rain, no one, no smoke. What a sad and lonely journey, what a sad and wandering picture. Occasionally, when I look up, the cemetery suddenly sees: hundreds of grave arches and thousands of monuments; Misty rain, fragrant grass leaves. A desolate, a sad, a dead silence! The mountains are lonely and sparsely populated, and the trees are raining! The wind is fluttering, the rain is falling, the grief is long, the sadness is mysterious, and there is no ecstasy. Where is the fragrance? Pull up a piece of grass, put down a few cups of cold wine, burn a handful of paper money, the wind and rain are terrible, the cups and cups are sad, the weeds are full of smoke, there is nothing to say, only the bottom of my heart is full of faint sorrow, faint sorrow! The dead are gone, and the living are always sad! The voice, face and smile are vivid in my mind, and all kinds of past events are still in my ears, but the guests are in a hurry and miss the lonely graves thousands of miles away.
Every year when Tomb-Sweeping Day approaches, there will always be a faint and inexplicable sadness in my heart, which is not very strong, but it is also lingering, so it is entangled and entangled in my heart. The weather is very good these days. I don't know if it will rain in Mao Mao on that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show a touch of sadness and nostalgia. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Looking at the drizzle can arouse people's faint sadness and yearning. When I was a teenager, Tomb-Sweeping Day and rain were just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle coming with the wind, a poor poet riding a horse leaned over a little shepherd boy. He stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a straw house in the other. Above the thatched cottage, a red wine ribbon floats in the thin drizzle. This is probably from the poem Qingming. Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Why "Dead Soul"? Because "the ancient tomb is full of poplars, which is the place where life and death leave." In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception. The carefree time of teenagers is always short, just like a kite flying when I was a child. Once the thread is broken, it disappears without a trace and can't be found anywhere. This poem is still so sad and kind to read today. Throughout the ages, some of the same and beautiful feelings in human nature are interlinked from all over the world, from ancient times to modern times. When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times. The living will always become the dead. Some people say that other people's thoughts will fade with the passage of time. I think, maybe missing relatives is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time I think of their voices and smiles, I always feel a little sour in my heart. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will be stronger. Because of this, Tomb-Sweeping Day will become a day that has been circulated for thousands of years; The drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day will come one after another, which is probably a sad feeling in people's hearts. It's clear again "Men don't flick when they have tears." I can't cry. But when I miss the person I love and shed my tears, memories are no longer just the burden of life. We feel the love and warmth in the world again, put our broken hearts together, and smile and raise the sail of life again. We think that life is short because things are impermanent. Once we really love, there will be no regrets in life. Help others in difficulties and remain optimistic in setbacks. As long as there is love in the heart, there is no regret in love, and life is always a beautiful spring. Please rain in Mao Mao. I hope she can come as scheduled, even if the whole world wants to cry.
Qingming Festival
Qingming always gives people the feeling of rainy days. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show a touch of sadness and nostalgia. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Watching the drizzle can arouse people's faint sadness and thoughts. This rain is either crazy rain or gentle drizzle. From early morning to dusk, in misty and rainy Shan Ye, there are always grave-sweepers walking again against the wind and rain, dotted with loneliness; Or in groups of three or five, helping the elderly and carrying the young, or one or two lonely shadows, one person limping. The distant mountains are hidden in the clouds, the trees are caged in front of solitary smoke, the bridges are flowing, crows are crying sadly, the rain washes the clear autumn, and the wind blows sad, only to see misty rain, no one, no smoke. What a sad and lonely journey, what a sad and wandering picture. Occasionally, when I look up, the cemetery suddenly sees: hundreds of grave arches and thousands of monuments; Misty rain, fragrant grass leaves. A desolate, a sad, a dead silence! The mountains are lonely and sparsely populated, and the trees are raining! The wind is fluttering, the rain is falling, the grief is long, the sadness is mysterious, and there is no ecstasy. Where is the fragrance? Pull up a piece of grass, put down a few cups of cold wine, burn a handful of paper money, the wind and rain are terrible, the cups and cups are sad, the weeds are full of smoke, there is nothing to say, only the bottom of my heart is full of faint sorrow, faint sorrow! The dead are gone, and the living are always sad! The voice, face and smile are vivid in my mind, and all kinds of past events are still in my ears, but the guests are in a hurry and miss the lonely graves thousands of miles away.
2. Composition "In the Rain" I have had foggy days, thunderstorms and heavy rains in my life. As night falls, Sister Yun puts a thin black veil on Sister Yue. Soon, the rain continued to fall. I did something wrong tonight, and my mother called me "dog blood dripping on my head", even counting the old scores together. Her indifference stung my heart, plus this terrible weather. Although my mother shouted "tomorrow" behind me, I rushed into the rain with an umbrella. I vowed to be at odds with my mother. I was walking in the street when a mother and son, a middle-aged mother and a little sister came face to face. Mother is worried that her daughter will be caught in the rain. The umbrella has basically moved to her, and the raindrops on the umbrella are on her shoulders. After watching this scene, I realized. It is difficult for a child to repay his mother's silent efforts for the child. I think of myself. In fact, my mother takes good care of me, and my bad temper is almost all caused by me. I really regret treating my mother like that. At this moment, my hatred for my mother vanished in an instant. Although my hatred has dissipated, I still don't want to go home. I always feel that my mother should not lose such a big temper. The rain continues. I walked on. Look, here comes another pair of close little brothers and sisters. My brother is full of life, and my sister is really cute. Holding hands, they serenaded and skipped along. The song floated in the air and in the rain, interwoven with the intermittent whistle, forming a beautiful March in the rain. Just when the two brothers and sisters were excited, my sister accidentally fell down. My sister said, "* * * are all in bloom, it hurts!" " ""Brother helps you rub it ... "I really envy my little cousin and I quarreled as soon as we met. If only we could be as peaceful as they are! I looked straight at my little brother and sister, and accidentally almost bumped into a pair of grandparents. " Little guy, why don't you watch the road! "Grandpa said. I looked at them carefully. Grandpa's head is "nothing grows", grandma's head is wrapped in silver, and her loving face is covered with wrinkles, but they support each other and live together. Rain or shine, they need not be afraid.
I love eating, eating meat, eating snacks, eating fruits and eating ... that's why I'm so fat that you can see it, so the word "pig" has been my mother's nickname since childhood. After school, my classmates also like to call me "Little Pig". Although it sounds kind, I hate this nickname more and more. In order to make people stop calling me "pig", I must lose weight!
My first thought is to eat less snacks. Snacks are one of children's favorite foods. Look, I just said not to eat snacks in my room, but when I got to the living room and saw delicious snacks on the coffee table, I was tempted again. I picked up a handful of snacks and stuffed them into my mouth, thinking, "I promise it won't happen again." But next time I see snacks, I can't help it. Once, I really taped a big fork to my mouth, but when I saw snacks, the "seal" was removed.
I have to find another way. This time, I thought of eating less meat, so I vowed: "Eat meat after losing weight!" " ! "But just at dinner time, the smell of' braised pork' floating in the kitchen has made my mouth water, and the principle of not eating meat suddenly vanished. I sneaked into the kitchen like a kitten.
It seems that the only way to lose weight is exercise. I spent one night making a detailed "devil slimming" plan. Option 1-get up at 6 o'clock every morning and keep running for half an hour. The next morning, I was awakened by a hurried alarm clock. I can't beat a carp (of course). Get out of bed. Today is the first day of my plan. I can't break my word. I bravely opened the door, and a cold wind blew on my face, so I quickly shrank back. Look carefully again, it's still raining in Mao Mao. I can't help but sigh: "It's a pity that the sky is not beautiful." So, I went back to bed. The "devil slimming" plan is suspended.
This station has stopped today. The lovely "little pig" is still on the lips of the students. What bothers me most now is not being fat, but that I always say I can't do it! It seems that I really have to change. I hope I can really say goodbye to "Little Pig" this time and make "Little Pig" a childhood memory.
Write quickly. . Hey, give points.
4. composition Jiangnan misty rain outside the window, I have nothing to do, leaning against the window alone. Holding a cup of warm tea in my hand, the temperature in that cup has passed from my fingertips to my heart, hot and warm. Tea smoke rises slowly, mixes with the water vapor in the rain, and looks foggy, making this lovely world like a fairyland in Yuen Long.
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The water vapor comes out little by little, which reminds me of the gentle water town in the south of the Yangtze River …
Jiangnan. Beautiful words. I can't help thinking.
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Jiangnan should be a small bridge and flowing water.
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In the drizzle, there are a group of naive and naughty children, barefoot, chasing and playing on the bluestone road, smiling like flowers. The willows on the shore seem to be affectionate girls admiring their graceful posture. When the breeze blows gently, catkins will fly like flowers, and there seems to be a faint jasmine fragrance in the wind, which is refreshing and sweet. Perhaps, there are three or two Wu Peng boats on the waterway. The people on board are holding Artemisia, singing minor tunes, and their faces are full of bright smiles, which seems to be very cheerful.
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Jiangnan should also be filled with a touch of ink and poetry.
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Perhaps, in the narrow alley, on such a rainy day, there will be the lilac girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, sad and worried, or a beautiful mistake of "I am not a passer-by, I am a passer-by", or a heartbreak of "thinking about red medicine by the bridge, knowing who to live for every year".
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Jiangnan should be an endless love song, lingering and melodious.
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Perhaps, in the small building with white walls and gray tiles, there is a gentle woman with eyebrows like distant mountains, hibiscus face, silky eyebrows and pear vortex smiling. She is engaged in embroidery. Maybe it's a brocade for my sweetheart It is embroidered with a picture of "Mandarin ducks crossing their necks". Perhaps, under the eaves, there is a girl and a boy.
When it rains, when my eyes meet, I smile. I feel embarrassed, shy and at a loss. There is an ambiguous smell in the air, very calm and quiet, like a lullaby gently humming in my mother's mouth.
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Jiangnan should be more affectionate.
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Here, on the street, there is a big umbrella dipped in blue, and next to it is a small umbrella with flowers. A big hand stretched out under the big umbrella and held the chubby little hand stretched out under the small umbrella tightly. Under the umbrella, there was a gentle voice clamoring for Cinderella's fairy tale. So, along the way, there was laughter and a dull story.
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At this moment, it is still drizzling outside the window, and in my heart, there is a feeling of peace. Suddenly I fantasized that I was walking barefoot on the spotless bluestone road washed by rain, holding high heels in my hand, singing loudly, and then giggling happily.
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In this continuous drizzle, I met a different feeling in my heart. I think the air must be full of happiness at the moment. Perhaps, it tastes like the marshmallow I was addicted to when I was a child, soft, fragrant and sweet. ...
I looked out in front of the window. Suddenly it was dark and there was a gust of wind. It will rain. I quickly closed the window, and the room was particularly stuffy. After a while, the dense raindrops fell and slammed on the glass window. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. I looked out through the glass window, and there was a very wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. Like a thin layer of smoke hanging over the roof, the rain began to flow down the eaves like broken beads, and gradually became a line. More and more water on the ground has merged into a stream. What a timely rain! The corn in the field will be splashed and drunk happily. I seem to see rain flowing into the fields, orchards and people's hearts. The clouds opened, the rain stopped, and the sun lit up the earth. When I opened the window, the smell of earth came to my face, and the air was particularly fresh, as if it had been filtered. The willows outside the window are washed away by the rain, spreading their branches and leaves, bright green and beautiful.
6. Write a 350-word composition about the wonders of Qinling Mountains.
He Jialin of Pengshan Qinglong Junior High School
The train was late, stopped at a small station next to the Qinling Mountains, opened the window, and it was raining in Mao Mao. A fresh air mixed with rain came to my face, and I just felt a lot lighter.
Looking ahead, there are two big mountains, which stand tall in front of us. The two mountains are not next to each other, and there is a deep valley in the middle. Everyone in the car said that there was a bottomless pit in that valley.
At this time, a wonderful phenomenon happened. I saw white smoke rising slowly in the valley, and some gathered at the mouth of the valley, spreading a thick layer; Some continue to rise slowly. At this time, another wave of white smoke rose, rising higher and higher, and gradually wrapped around the tops of two mountains, and the foot of the mountain was surrounded by white smoke, as if wearing a white skirt.
White smoke continues to rise, and the thick smoke in the valley is still rising. They are like a group of hide-and-seek children, running around and hiding. This mountain couldn't hide, so they ran to another mountain. You squeeze me, I carry him, you chase me, there is no place to live at the foot of the mountain, so you run to the top of the mountain, and some run up and down, running many times.
Ten minutes later, the two mountains were all white from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Because of the cover of smoke, it is not easy to see that they are two mountains.
I am lucky to see this strange scenery in such a short time.
I think: it is good that everyone can see such a good scenery. If one day, develop this place and turn it into a playground, that would be great!
7. misty rain Jiangnan composition I was born in a corner of Jiangnan, and I have been intoxicated with the gentle feelings of Jiangnan for more than ten years.
Jiangnan was once the dream of many literati. After many vicissitudes, too many stories can't be explained clearly, but my attachment to Jiangnan remains unchanged for thousands of years. I've always liked Lu You's sentence, "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers", just like a wonderful work of Jiangnan customs.
I think the ancients were really romantic, and even this apricot flower was bought. Jiangnan at this time, I'm afraid it's already a spring rain.
I like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Whenever it rains in Mao Mao, I always like to hold up a flower umbrella, stroll along the bluestone path and look at the patchwork wooden houses, black tile walls and small bridges paved with slate. Listening to the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella, I remembered the poem "Walking alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, hoping to meet a girl as sad as a clove" in Rain Lane.
Jiangnan spring scenery, green willows, pink apricots. The breeze is drizzling and the grass is shallow and warm.
No matter where you go, it is the eyebrows of your lover, and the misty rain of acacia is everywhere. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River seems to be butterfly lovers's butterfly in the rain, and the tears sent by Shili Pavilion are inseparable, writing down the lingering thoughts of the long bridge.
This is like the first meeting between Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi in the rain by the West Lake, telling each other the true feelings of the world when the bridge is broken and the heart is broken. People say there is misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Maybe there is no rain in Jiangnan, so it is not typical Jiangnan.
In the long years, the beauty of Jiangnan water town, the quietness of Jiangnan ancient town, the depth of Jiangnan alley and the charm of Jiangnan literati flowed. I like the "small bridge and flowing water family" in the south of the Yangtze River, flowing in the misty rain, listening to the rainy night, watching the pen splash ink and smelling the book.
The foggy and rainy south of the Yangtze River should be beautiful. Love in misty rain is gentle and elegant.
For example, this charming night, the moonlight is everywhere, making this hazy night more charming. Jiangnan, with light smoke and light rain, is also the most beautiful, just like a hazy ink painting.
The ancient temple is full of smoke, red walls and blue tiles, small bridges and flowing water, bluestone rain lanes, and a boat is propped up in the misty rain, swaying gently and slowly in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Clear water shakes the stone bridge, green water shakes the white wall, and red flowers shake the blue tile until the romantic dream in the depths of the soul.
How many gentle and lovely Jiangnan women have been created in rainy Jiangnan. Only this landscape in the south of the Yangtze River can create such an affectionate and versatile gentle woman.
They are gentle and charming, as shy as innocent girls. Their light footsteps and exquisite figure, if like the west, are beautiful and refined.
Jiangnan women walked slowly on the ancient bluestone road in the town, drizzling and wet. If they hold an oil-paper umbrella and float along the rain lane, "the light smoke reflects the curtain and the flowers are boundless", and the rain fragrance curls into the bead curtain, and the shadow is like a dream. The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River drifted gently into my dream, so I dreamed countless times. I was like a talented person in the south of the Yangtze River, enjoying the rain in the pavilion.
I don't know how many literati were tempted by the rain and how many histories were rewritten. The wind is blowing gently, and the scenery in front of us is like a peerless painter.
For thousands of years, we have been reincarnated in the world, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has remained unchanged. "Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? "Jiangnan misty rain, infinite charm painting.
Maybe my previous life was a woman in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, walking in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. Watch the vicissitudes of Jiangnan and listen to Jiangnan Dance Pavilion.
8. Writing a Situational Composition in Xinyang The 400-word train was late, stopped at a nearby station, opened the window, and it was raining in Mao Mao. A stream of fresh air mixed with rain came to my face, and I just felt much more relaxed.
Looking ahead, there are two big mountains, which stand tall in front of us. The two mountains are not next to each other, and there is a deep valley in the middle. Everyone in the car said that there was a bottomless pit in that valley.
At this time, a wonderful phenomenon happened. I saw white smoke rising slowly in the valley, and some gathered at the mouth of the valley, spreading a thick layer; Some continue to rise slowly. At this time, another wave of white smoke rose, rising higher and higher, and gradually wrapped around the tops of two mountains, and the foot of the mountain was surrounded by white smoke, as if wearing a white skirt.
White smoke continues to rise, and the thick smoke in the valley is still rising. They are like a group of children playing with leather, running around and hiding. This mountain couldn't hide, so they ran to another mountain. You squeeze me, I carry him, you chase me, there is no place to live at the foot of the mountain, so you run to the top of the mountain, and some run up and down, running many times.
Ten minutes later, the two mountains were all white from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Because of the cover of smoke, it is not easy to see that they are two mountains.
I am lucky to see this strange scenery in such a short time.
I think: it is good that everyone can see such a good scenery. If one day, develop this place and turn it into a playground, that would be great!
9. Write a 500-word fireworks composition. After watching the Spring Festival Gala, with the countdown to 12, "10, 9, 8, 7, bid farewell to 2006...3, 2, 1 0", then we ushered in a hopeful 2009. Beautiful "smiling faces" bloom in the sky to welcome 2009. Turned the sky into a beautiful painting. Fireworks decorate the sky beautifully.
Look! The lavender fireworks. This is a small fireworks, which is only a quarter as big as other fireworks, but it has a unique attraction. Its shape, volume and lavender are perfectly combined to form a beautiful butterfly orchid, which is elegant and refined, and deserves to be called the four elegant flowers.
Look at the fireworks! It's a beautiful firework. When it blooms in the air, its color is golden, as dazzling as the newly made gold and as radiant as the afternoon sun. However, when this firework blooms enough smiling faces in the air and becomes a meteor-like tassel, it has turned pale pink, pink like a perfume lily with dew, and red like an evening sunset, but it is a dazzling "star" on its head. Standing under this fireworks, it looks like the sky is about to collapse, and it also looks like a big hat falling from the sky, to be worn on your head; Standing next to a fireworks, you will see a meteor falling from the sky, and people who don't know it will think it is a real meteor!
Look at that fireworks again! The fireworks are star-shaped. It blooms happily in the air. The beautiful golden yellow only stays in the air for three seconds, and then slowly disappears, leaving only the night sky as if nothing had happened, lonely and silent.
In addition, there are many fireworks, including red, yellow, green, lavender and pink ... These fireworks all over the sky show that the economic conditions of our society are already very good, indicating that the people's living conditions are already superior. ...