In our study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with writing. Writing is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that we can understand to a developed, standardized grammatical structure that can be understood by others. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a parody composition of social drama compiled by me. Welcome to read and collect it. 1

It's time to do my homework again. Facing the "mountain of homework" in front of me, my heart has already flown elsewhere. At this moment, I consciously put down my pen and went to the window uncontrollably, lying by the window, just staring out the window.

Look at the clouds floating slowly in the sky, but in my eyes, they seem to be in a hurry to get home; Then I turned to see a few pedestrians walking freely underground, but in my eyes, they were like obstacles, which prevented me from watching the outside world; At this time, there were several dog barks from outside; And the traffic on the road seems to be very upset, and the sound of sirens is crazy. I was a little manic, and I found that the smiling faces of the children playing on King's Day disappeared, and the red moon gradually fell. I sighed helplessly, "Alas, I haven't finished my homework yet."

Yes, I haven't finished my homework. I thought that I would stay up late if I didn't finish my homework, and I was reprimanded by my parents for staying up late. Staying up late led to lack of sleep and lack of energy in class. Thinking of this, I suddenly came to my senses and couldn't help holding back my pen and immediately began to "work hard". Social Opera Imitation Composition 2

Just up the hill, the sun just emerged to inquire about everything around curiously, just like a toddler rushing out of the door. Before my parents could catch their breath, I dragged my backpack with one hand and ran along the winding mountain road. The surrounding maple trees ran behind me, and the autumn wind brushed my reddish cheeks. The place where I ran was full of red carpets of maple leaves.

hurry up! Hurry up! I meditate in my heart. Stepping on the stone steps to the top, I seem to have a gurgling stream in front of me, and there are ancient pavilions by the stream. Water vapor is dispersed in the air in the morning.

several people are resting in the pavilion. The sun shines on Yamanoue, and the birds on the mountain chirp to welcome the guests. The mist on the mountain in the morning makes the beautiful Taihe ancient cave more hazy and mysterious, and the fragrance of wild flowers makes people relaxed and comfortable. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, a thunder, and a downpour followed. I stood in the bus, holding the handrail tightly, staring at the rain outside.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Raindrops fall from the sky, hit the roof of the car, and hit the ground, stirring up the dust on the ground, as if it were in gauze and covered with a layer of black gauze.

I don't know why my heart keeps beating, and it jumps faster and faster. It's like a bull is bumping in my heart, and it seems that I can break through my chest at any time. The wind whistling outside the window, but my palms are full of sweat and my feet can't help shivering. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I just stood there, staring at the gray sky, imagining myself running in the rain, and I was scared to the extreme.

I walked along a small path paved with stone slabs of different lengths and walked to the end, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

is a rape field, which is golden and dazzling. At first glance, it is a vast expanse of golden, like broken gold everywhere. Natural faint floral fragrance, mixed with a little fresh smell of earth, comes with the breeze. In an instant, the breeze will make waves in the sea of golden flowers. At first glance, it turns out that you can't see the edge of the sea, and there is bright yellow everywhere. This yellow is not as hazy as moonlight, nor is it dark yellow at dusk. It is just pure, and it can make people hope from the bottom of their hearts at a glance.

I am amazed by this bright color. How beautiful it is! Under the sunshine, the rape blossoms are glittering and translucent, as if reflecting a light from the stamens. I suddenly feel that this is the "Xanadu", isolated from worldly troubles. Time passes slowly here, too, and everything is so beautiful.

The distant sound of birds singing seemed to be absent, and suddenly, I was intoxicated in this flower field. 5

The wild grass growing by the roadside struggles out of the angle between the wall and the ground, longing for the sunshine that never seems to fall on it.

In the scorching sun, the uncle who was playing chess also fanned and blew the fan, and the smell of sweat was mixed with the fragrance of various plants, which made people feel hard to breathe.

But I still feel biting cold, like a bug crawling up from the coccyx, and finally covering my sweaty back. The school uniform sticks to the body because of sweat, which makes people feel hot, but the cold back brings me back to reality. I hear the cat fiddling with the ball of wool, the fan stirring the air, and the grandfathers discussing the chess game, but I seem to be out of place with them. According to my wishes, I would like to go to grandma's house every holiday. Whether it's the courtyard there, the sun or the wild cats, I am infinitely happy.

pancakes are the best in the morning. At noon, I am eager to cool off, and I can't eat hot food; There are many dishes in the evening, and the status of pancakes is not obvious. Pancakes in the morning are particularly attractive after a night on an empty stomach. A pancake wrapped in two plastic bags, with a rounded square inside. The khaki cloth is embroidered with gold thread and silver thread. Remember that it is also decorated with jade and black buttons. This is coriander, tiny chopped green onion and black sesame.

The aroma of pancakes can be said to be unique. Different from the fragrance of steamed bread, its fragrance is layered, smart and delicate; Different from the meat fragrance of steamed stuffed bun, its fragrance is exquisite and not as rough as steamed stuffed bun; Unlike ... It seems that there is no food in the world that smells like pancakes.

As for the taste of pancakes, it is the key point. When you take a bite of pancakes, the taste will show up layer by layer: first, the aroma will fill the nasal cavity, and the fragrance of coriander will drill into your mouth, and when you take a bite of the egg skin, it will be slightly sweet. On the next floor, there are yellow sauce, peppers and some leeks. The sauce flavor of yellow sauce is as unique as a hundred years of aging, salty and sweet; The sauce of leek flowers is like the morning mountain breeze, salty and fresh. The intersection of these two sauces creates a unique taste. Hot sauce is also essential, and a little spicy stimulates the tip of the tongue, adding a bit of liveliness.

The pancakes I ate later were either missauced or lacked seasoning. Now that pancake stall is still there, it can't taste the original taste. 7

My hometown has to go to the market every year, and the long street is full of people, so it is very difficult to turn around. There are stalls around. At this time, the school is on holiday, and the adults also put down their work. People in the village and people outside the village, men, women and children will come to the market. Like the Chinese New Year, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.

A few days ago, the silent theater became lively, and the players only sang in the afternoon and evening. But I like going to the theatre in the afternoon, for one thing, there are few people, and for another, the weather is cooler. I remember a time when some of our children ran to the stage. Peeking behind the curtain, those colorful costumes, the singing of babbling, and the posture of dancing knives and guns are quite interesting. Of course, there are too many times, and sometimes we are found, so we run away like running for our lives under the curse of a roaring lion ...

The fair is usually in June. At that time, the weather was hot, and the villagers sat in front of their homes at night to enjoy the cool and chat. So, we children went to the back hill to play hide and seek. When you are tired of playing, you will blow on the mountain and talk about the interesting things you have encountered.

But in September, it is the harvest season, and it is no exception for us. We get together and talk and laugh, and sometimes we bring some food to the mountains. Find some stones to make a stove, insert some branches into the food and light a fire, so that you can eat them when they are cooked on the fire. At that time, there was no grass on the mountain, only a few trees and a few big stones. Open spaces were everywhere, and almost the whole mountain was open spaces. There is no need to worry about catching fire.

Now, the fair in the village is not as lively as it used to be, and my childhood playmates have gone their separate ways, playing slingshots, climbing trees to pick wild fruits and watching movies. These interesting things can only be reproduced in memories. The village is much quieter and everything seems so boring. 8

The innocent and romantic childhood days have long since passed, but when I open the "box" of memories, those interesting childhood stories pop up like beans and give me all kinds of beauty.

I spent part of my childhood at my grandmother's house. There is a garden behind grandma's house, which will be my paradise until summer.

in the morning, I will go to the pond in the garden to catch fish and shrimp. Hang a small piece of meat with a thread and put it in the water. Soon there will be movement, then slowly lift the thread and pick it up with a basin, and the shrimp will become my bag. The heat of summer makes all the water evaporate, leaving only a mire, but the interest remains undiminished, because this is the best time to catch fish. I stood in the mire with my feet, taking advantage of the habit that fish always likes to "drill their crotch", seized the opportunity to squat down quickly, and when I pressed my hands, the fish became my "thing in my hand". Then I sneaked back to my house in mud, excited and scared, and changed my clothes. If grandma saw it, she would be nagging. But grandma can always give me a clean suit.

In the evening, when the sun is shining and the west is setting, my little friend always brings two bowls of brown sugar and mung bean soup cooked for us by his grandmother. I then sit on the stone with him and watch the sunset with my innocent face held high. At first, the sky was fiery red, like a huge bonfire lit on the horizon. When the sun gently falls behind the mountain and the night gradually devours everything, fireflies with lanterns will appear. They are in groups, many, many, very bright and beautiful, and people can't help but want to blend in. For those who are playful, we will dip them in the bowl after drinking mung bean soup, and then the stars will shine one after another in the bowl, just like diamonds are embedded in the bowl and stars fall into the bag. "Why don't you two naughty eggs go home?" This is the second aunt who told us to go home after the cold. In this way, under the care of my aunt's flashlight, we are blowing warm wind and walking on the way home to have a good dream.

These childhood memories are all kept intact in a box called "Childhood". I always like to watch them jump out of it quietly, because he has given me all kinds of beauty. Don't believe it, listen to them pop out again. 9

That night, it was gloomy and dark. However, the sky is as gloomy as my mood, and it is not exciting at all. I failed in the exam. Because of the big gap, the teacher specially talked to me. I bowed my head and thought, "What happened this time?" The biting cold wind blew across my face, through my hair tips and into my bones, which made people feel cold. That cold wind seems to be a hammer. Every time it blows over me, it makes me feel incomparable "pain". The reality is always so cruel. I heard the bright smile of the first class holding the test paper, the envious eyes of the classmates and the waves of praise, which really made people feel cold.

The evening breeze is like that broken glass bottle, stabbing me piece by piece. Out of the station, I looked up at the night sky from time to time, trying to seek a little comfort in this vast sky.

unfortunately, no. It's almost home, but I refuse to step on it. Every step I take weighs a thousand pounds, and my mood is still not getting better. The key in your hand is slowly inserted into the keyhole. If only time passed slowly or stopped. I still don't have the courage to face it. I stood quietly in front of the door, the warm indoor light reflected on my face and my cold heart, and my mother's nagging voice lingered in my ears. Hey, why does the day go by so slowly? Another unsatisfactory day. 11

Looking back on my primary school days, it was all about them and me.

I'm impatient and impetuous, careless, and I've never been able to talk over my head, so I actually got someone who is willing to accept me.

We used to have classes together, grab snacks together, be punished together, and talk about our worries together.

Every day after school, no matter in the morning or afternoon, the three of us will stroll around the stall near the school. What are we strolling about? Eating and drinking, of course. So many spring, summer, autumn and winter, we three sisters can eat a lot. Which one of us touches a cup of Guandong cooking, then you eat meat, I drink soup, and she smells fragrant. Those who smell incense can only comfort themselves with the old saying: it is better to drink soup than to eat meat, and it is better to smell incense than to drink soup.

Every time we stay up until Friday, after school in the afternoon, we go to the restaurant "Honey Lotus" not far from school, and spend all the pocket money we have saved for a week in this "expensive place". We begin to spend a luxurious and happy meal. Why did you choose here? Because the food is delicious and the decoration is good, there is also a wall that is almost entirely books, which are placed in the bookcase on the first floor leading to the aisle on the second floor. We can not only relax ourselves here, but also borrow our favorite books.

it seems that it happened yesterday. The three of us ate happily and played heartily in the "Honey Lotus" again.

On that day, like every Friday, we went to the "Honey Lotus" and when we went upstairs, we saw several big characters: "Don't take a seat if you don't spend". But we just didn't buy anything, and the three of us smiled at each other and ran upstairs at once. Although no one spoke at that time. But you and I both know that this is the best friend.

If one day you feel like crying, call me. I can't promise to make you laugh, but I can cry with you.

Recalling those days together, the years of friendship are the most beautiful pictures in my memory.