Yuan, Class 5, Grade 3, Xigang Garden School
Gently brushed the dust off the photo frame and looked at some yellowed photos. The jasmine smile made me stop again and unconsciously raised my mouth. ...
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It was a midsummer afternoon, the weather was unusually hot, and the cicadas outside the window kept chirping. Finally finished the exercise, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to run a cup of jasmine to cool off the heat. I pushed the door open like liberation, but I couldn't help but stop. Mom fell asleep.
Lying on the sofa, curled up like a baby, wearing only a pajamas, looks so thin. Turning around, I went back to my room and took a coat. I walked quietly to the living room and put it on my mother. Just as I was about to leave, I couldn't help but stop. When did you get so many wrinkles on your face? !
In my impression, my mother is always so young, so beautiful and so healthy, but now my mother's life has changed dramatically since I was born. I no longer discuss dishes and clothes enthusiastically with my friends, but "drill" into the bookstore whenever I have time. Studying recipes and education will always be a "three-point-one-line" life for units, schools and families. How can I not be tired? After thinking about it, my eyes don't feel red.
Looking down at my mother again, my face with some traces of years has already opened a flower-like calm smile, and the corners of my mouth have not felt the rise of 24. What a beautiful dream! Gently said "goodbye", turned around, but stopped.
On the coffee table, jasmine flowers exude a faint scent of tea, which is refreshing. The large petals floating in the cup are radiant after being refracted by the sunlight. A piece of paper was gently pressed on the bottom of the cup: Daughter, don't be too tired. Mom made your favorite jasmine tea for you. Remember to drink it! After juanxiu's handwriting, there is a big smiling face. Holding the cup, gently tasting it, emitting a little fragrance, teasing the tip of my tongue, with endless aftertaste. But why is it salty?
Looking at my mother's quiet smile, I suddenly felt very full and full. With the fragrance of jasmine, I smiled and walked back to my room.
Mom, I love you, I love you very much, I love the wrinkles around your eyes, and I love your bright smile. May time not get old, let me stop here, enjoy your smile and taste your jasmine.
(Instructor: Zhou Guozhen)
Composition 2: "I stop for you" 800 words I stop for you.
He Qing, Class 8 (6) of No.2 Middle School in Taihe County, Fuyang City, Anhui Province
There is a jujube tree, a peach tree and an apple tree in the yard of my hometown. I used to stay there for a while.
According to grandma, jujube trees grew from jujube stones thrown by grandpa. When my father was a child, he climbed up to pick dates every year. At that time, my father was very excited and busy, and laughter could spread far and far. It gave my father a happy and fulfilling childhood.
One spring more than ten years ago, grandpa unfortunately died of illness; That summer, a storm tore and broke the head of the jujube tree. Later, slowly, the fruits of jujube trees became smaller and smaller. Although it still occupies a third of the yard, it is gradually ignored and forgotten.
I stood in front of this jujube tree. It was very tall, and its branches stretched desperately around and passed through the neighbor's roof. Its body is thick and straight, and there are many cracks on its surface. I think, at the beginning, no one deliberately cultivated it and cared for it. How did it survive tenaciously? Once brilliant, red and green fruits were covered with branches, and the trees were bustling and crowded. But now I'm standing there dead. Nobody cares about it, and nobody expects it to bear fruit again.
Some people tried to cut down this tree many times, and even some people were willing to pay a high price to buy it, but my father refused because it recorded the story of my father's childhood and included the memory of my grandfather.
Now the newly planted peach trees and apple trees are a little taller. In this brilliant spring, they grow wantonly and desperately compete for the only space. Only it, or dead silence, leaves no longer grow, its winter has not passed. ~ how I wish its spring would come again ~
But my father said, I'm afraid not ... I left with regret.
A few weeks later, we went back to sweep the grave. Leave your things at home when you go back. When my father opened the door, the yard was full of weeds, and the two small trees were still so lush. I turned and entered the room. I was shocked when I came out. The neglected jujube tree has grown leaves and is very lush. I'm happy to call my father. My father was shocked, too I saw a smile on his face. I think it should remind dad of childhood memories again ~
The jujube tree has grown leaves, which makes our friends look at it. An old tree will not give up life without care, will not be born for anyone, and will not be destroyed for anyone. I was both shocked and happy, because its tenacity protected my father's childhood and my grandfather's memory.
Today, I stand in front of it again and pray for it, hoping that its life will bloom more brilliantly and that eternal happiness will last forever.
Jujube, I stopped for you.
Composition 3: "I stop for you" 800 words I stop for you.
In the afternoon-4: 30-after school-on the way home.
Alas!
I have long been numb to the same scenes around me: tall buildings, reinforced concrete, reinforced concrete, tall buildings. I am tired of walking on the way to school. What should I do?
No, the art teacher asked us to find a place that "attracts and moves us" to paint the material. However, dreams and fresh ideas that haven't had time to take off are always ruthlessly shattered by these "straight faces", and they are scattered with stirring thoughts. It's the appointed time! My beautiful scenery, where the hell are you?
A leaf happened to fall in my collar. I pulled it out angrily and looked up to find out where it lived. I was shocked when I got off the boat, and my steps were not so hurried-this is a tall tree with a huge crown and countless green leaves. It tries to stretch every branch and leaf. Perhaps, the naughty leaf that floated quietly just now was because I was too curious. What was it?
I looked up through the cracks in the leaves! The field of vision suddenly widened: how clear the sky is! Pieces of white clouds floated leisurely and danced with the wind. Back and forth, two of them actually synthesized a beautiful "heart". I can't help but stop.
Look! Another smiling face came out. The irritability in my heart was suddenly driven away by this "smiling face in my heart", leaving only joy and emotion!
It is that leaf that leads me and my thoughts, so I have to stop and linger for this "rare beauty". High-rise buildings, reinforced concrete, the faster and faster pace of life, the farther and farther distance between you and me, once made me feel at a loss, and my sight was blocked by this solid circle. But today, a little encounter with leaves made me realize that I have been wrong all along: what can stop the blue sky, the dance of clouds and the vitality of trees? Busy and unchanging, we have no time to appreciate the tranquility outside the noise, the freshness outside the dizziness, the sunshine and vitality outside the dark night. They have never left us.
Stepping through this strange circle, let the heart no longer be bound, let the thoughts take off with dreams and soar in the boundless sky. All we have to do is stop occasionally. Observe, feel and enjoy everything that belongs to us with our hearts.
When I got home, I set up a drawing board and painted my heart with the most beautiful colors.
Class 2, Grade 2: Yu Yueyao 20 1 1 May 14.
Composition 4: "I Stop for You" 700 words What really touched me in life was not the scenery and flowers, but an ordinary course-Chinese.
Chinese characters are the language of your life. I like to communicate with my friends in this language and read their voices between the lines. And you told me a lot of truth in this language.
You told me that trust is a necessary condition for communication between people. As the saying goes, "As you sow, you reap". Only by giving sincerity can you get sincerity. Trust in others is also respect for others. However, in this muddy society, we must also do "no harm, no prevention."
You told me to be a tolerant person. No matter when and where others make mistakes, I will comfort him with the heart of "people are not sages, to err is human", tell him the correct way and let him correct his mistakes. But tolerance is not to submit to humiliation for bullying. We need courage and strength more in front of bullying.
You told me that we should have a filial piety as children. But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays. This poem tells us that every child should honor his parents and understand their conscience. Filial piety means understanding the difficulties of parents and families, being diligent and thrifty in life, being hard-working and simple, taking the initiative to undertake housework and trying to reduce the burden on parents. Usually, we should care about, be close to and help our parents. We should think of them first, and don't expect too much from them.
You told me that youth should have dreams, and youth with dreams is wonderful. If you have a dream, you must work hard and fight for it. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one can succeed casually, and there is always a period of hardship, hard work and struggle behind every success. But every road to success is not suitable for you, so don't be discouraged when you fail. The so-called "failure is the mother of success". Only those who have experienced failure will finally win the goddess arrival on you.
You told me that happiness is not money or power, happiness is not flattery from friends, but telling the truth from friends. Happiness does not need to be searched everywhere in the vast sea of people, and the breath of happiness is at your fingertips.
You make my life wonderful, you make my world warm, you make my life full of vitality, and I stop for you-China people.
Second grade: 492 points
Composition 5: "I stop for you" 700 words I stop for you.
Shao Neng, Class 3, Grade 8
As the saying goes, "peace of mind is naturally cool." Of course, when we are calm, our minds will be refreshed. If we have another refreshing and delicious cup of tea, it will be icing on the cake.
I have encountered many scenery when traveling abroad, and I never forget every place. Because the beautiful scenery is intoxicating, exciting and reminiscent of happiness in dreams. I'm sitting under the pavilion, there are some travelers, and there is a great scenery not far away. We all enjoyed it, as if we were in a fairyland. Nature is beautiful and colorful; The wonderful world makes people have infinite reverie and gives us spiritual happiness, so we are no longer alone. I sat down slowly. The dark red chair intoxicated me. The floor below is gray, and I can't help thinking of the floor at home. What I face is a simple table with tea leaves on it and a floor below. In the pavilion, imagine the elegance of the ancients. I also learned, looking at the beautiful scenery outside, I also had the idea of writing poetry, although it was just a fabrication, but it was full of profound meaning.
I looked outside carefully, as if I saw a fairy, and I seemed to ride a fairy bird freely in it. Look at the beautiful and colorful sparrows, how beautiful! From time to time, I think of the appreciation angle of the ancients, and I am studying hard. Not only did it take me a long time to get to the morning, but I felt very thirsty, so I picked up the cup on the table and enjoyed it while drinking. It felt different. After drinking, I picked up another cup. I feel that this cup of tea tastes very different from the last one. The last cup was astringent and sweet, and this one was light and refreshing. So I picked up another cup and tasted it. It still tastes different. What's that smell? It's vanilla Oh, although the water is the same, it tastes very different. So in this case, water is no exception; The taste of water is different, so are people's personalities, and so are people's personalities. I see: be a man like tea. Some teas are astringent, but some are sweet. Some people are diligent, others are lazy. Therefore, we should actively understand our own situation and learn the beautiful character of things around us. People are the same, tea is the same, and only those who think so can taste the sweetness.
Although it's just an ordinary cup of tea, it makes me understand my outlook on life. Tea, I am intoxicated with you, and I stop for you.
Composition 6: "Composition: I Stop for You" 700 words Winter sunshine gently caresses every inch of skin outside, is it comfortable or not? However, who knows that you exist in that dark corner?
No amount of warm sunshine can penetrate into the dark heart. It seems so. For a long time, my heart seemed to be shrouded in fog. It is my nature to be sentimental and unhappy. Only occasional happiness can enrich the mind.
That day, it was another day of failing the exam. When I got home, I sang a self-made oil painting poem: "I heard Yan Shi's angry voice and saw the Red Cross on the scroll." I don't know what my heart tastes like, but I cry like a splash. "Slowly walked to his small garden. ? ? Xiaohe composition network
All the flowers and trees are delighted by the sunshine in winter. They suck heartily, are full of energy, and hold their heads high. They are all flashy things, and I don't like them.
In an instant, when I was ready to go back to my home, a touch of faint green passed by my eyes. What is that? Curiosity occupied the whole brain. A closer look reveals that it is an ordinary clover.
How did it grow here? I asked the question again. There is a lot of dust walking in this dark corner. Sunlight can never penetrate, as if it were blocked by a film. However, in this barren land, this small clover grows so luxuriantly: leaves the size of beans, like newly carved jadeite, are green, crystal clear and elegant. The root as thin as a rope is inserted straight in the gap of the wall, petite but tall and straight. From a distance, it looks like a beautiful jade, so I can't help reaching for it.
How does it survive? I just leaned over for a while, and I knew it without waiting for an answer. It had to grow here because of the sudden arrival of fate. However, it is not willing to be a withered, thin and thin bud. Every day, it keeps growing. What if the sun doesn't shine in? What should I do before the rain and dew arrive? As long as there is that little firm belief, no matter how bad the environment is, it can't stop its growth. Finally, it succeeded, and the happy smile came out with green light, flowed into my closed heart and hit my heart.
At that moment, I laughed in a dilemma. What happened? No matter how many setbacks I encounter, I will not be afraid, let alone escape.
I touched its little leaf: the bud of fate will bloom for you forever. I will stop for you.
Composition 7: "I stop for you 2" 600 words I stop for you.
Class 3, Grade 8
Details in life are often not noticed, but they will really touch and attract us, make us linger, indulge in them, and bring us inspiration, philosophy, happiness and happiness ... which are not often noticed, and these will always make people stop.
It's very hot in summer, and I still don't feel the slightest refreshing when I come back from school. I finally have a holiday and can have fun at home. But I still met a big surprise that was different from the holiday. I've been crazy for a week, and the holiday is coming. This is the time I hate most, but I still feel happy. Doing homework is boring. It is too much trouble to write every day. But sometimes, I hope that the seeds of memory will be exposed inadvertently. One day, when I was doing my homework, there was a sudden fragrance of flowers. I sniffed carefully with my nose. Not as strong as perfume, just a faint fragrance, which makes people smell refreshed. I successfully finished my homework with this fragrance. The fragrance of flowers seems to attract my thinking and curiosity. Finally, I couldn't help but follow the fragrance and found a honeysuckle quietly leaning against the wall. The fragrance of flowers comes from pale yellow flowers. Seeing these flowers, I stopped. Looking at it, I gradually remembered my childhood prank-pulling out an unknown flower and planting it here because it was dead, but I didn't expect it to be so full of vitality, which gave me a surprise and made me stop.
Living in the fragrance of flowers every day makes my day full of happiness. I wonder if this is a gift from flowers. Although the flowering time is not long, it is so full of vitality.
One day I came home and found my brother going to pick flowers. I quickly stopped him and told him that this flower must not be picked. Brother left disapprovingly. I dug up a small seedling from the flowers and gave it to my brother.
The next day, my brother also heard the flowers outside, but it was more fragrant and attractive than the original. When I saw my brother outside, I looked for my hand and said,
Composition 8: I use the word 1000 to stop for you. I still remember an article "osmanthus rain" in the primary school textbook, which said that there was a osmanthus tree in the yard of the little author's house. When the flowers fall in autumn, standing under the tree is like a rain of flowers, with yellow flowers all over your shoulders. I don't know why, even in the past years, I still clearly remember this childhood article, osmanthus rain and mouth-watering Osmanthus Jelly.
When I was a freshman, I saw an article in a magazine and I couldn't remember the name. It is mentioned that osmanthus is also called "osmanthus". The article is about a girl who always likes to stand by and watch this flower tree, calling it "Osmanthus fragrans" when it blooms, as if whispering. Although the girl in the article is fictional, I still remember the unique name of "sweet clover" because of her. It seems that although it is all about that yellow flower, the name "sweet clover" always makes people feel so different.
A long time later, I read a passage in A Dream of Red Mansions that Daiyu was originally from the south and the Grand View Garden was in the north. Due to the cultural differences between north and south, people in the north call it "osmanthus fragrans", but Daiyu calls it "osmanthus fragrans". Suddenly, the name "sweet clover" came into my sight again, which I will never forget!
Today's campus, as soon as autumn arrives, the air is full of the elegant fragrance of osmanthus, and the smell of agarwood is refreshing! It seems that as long as I smell those delicious smells, I feel as if I am in a bright yellow sweet clover flower sea! Especially in the Mid-Autumn Festival, laurel trees are in full bloom, the night is quiet, and the moon is in the sky. I just hope to learn from the ancients and enjoy the fine wine in Guangxi. That must be an intoxicating sight!
There are also many sentences praising osmanthus in ancient poems, and the list is endless. For example, in Wang Wei's famous "Bird Singing Creek", "People are idle, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty", which vividly depicts the leisurely posture and elegant quality of osmanthus! Some people also lamented that "the autumn moon is cold, and the flowers are comparable to climbing." Speaking of the sky in the world, I wonder if the sky still remembers the world. Even if clusters of osmanthus flowers are in full bloom and dazzling, it is still difficult to compete with the meaning of autumn cold. Where is the real happiness?
However, when it comes to Osmanthus fragrans and the Moon Palace, people can't help but think of the story of "WU GANG chopping Osmanthus fragrans". According to legend, a woodcutter named WU GANG was obsessed with fairy tales, but he refused to concentrate on reading. So the Emperor was furious and punished him for cutting osmanthus in the Moon Palace, and the punishment was over. However, every time WU GANG cuts half of it, the osmanthus tree will automatically heal, day after day, endlessly. The story of Wu Gang's felling of Guangxi is very similar to the story of Sisyphus pushing a big stone in Greek mythology. Some people think that the two stories should be sustained, while others think that WU GANG and Greek gods are doing repetitive and meaningless things. Why not find a change and a breakthrough? Personally, I think the latter makes sense. However, I am neither WU GANG nor Sisyphus. It's no use saying these things. Naturally, I don't want to be them.
When it comes to osmanthus, many people can easily think of "laurel tree" as a metaphor for imperial high school. It can be seen that the ancients also appreciated osmanthus very much! It is said that in Lisao, Qu Yuan praised all kinds of famous flowers and herbs in order to compare with the virtue of self-cultivation of gentlemen, but he did not mention osmanthus. After a thousand years, Li Qingzhao wrote his first poem, praising osmanthus "the first flower" and "complaining" that Qu Yuan "didn't receive it that year"!
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Composition 9: I stopped for your composition topic analysis 1 100.
First of all, look at the topic and pay attention to "I", which means that the composition is written in the first person. "You" means that I did it for you, not for others. The word "you" can be many many. For example, students usually prefer to write about parents, teachers and friends. The key point is to look at the word "stop", which seems ordinary but meaningful. Stop means stop and stop; Staying means I stopped because of you. I may feel surprised, stunned, intoxicated, etc. The key is why I stopped for you and why. This is the content of this article. For example, there is a student on the Internet, Grade Three. He said that he always writes because his mother is sleeping. Details are important. He writes well. Details! Pay attention to details! Look, this is written by a student:
I stopped for you.
Yuan, Class 5, Grade 3, Xigang Garden School
Brush the dust off the photo frame gently and look at some yellow photos. Jasmine smile made me stop again, and I didn't want to raise my mouth. (The inscription is dispensable, but in an article, the marking teacher marks the paper quickly and may bury some good sentences. Inscriptions can show the highlights of the article and make the teacher shine. Alas, this student writes really well.
It was a midsummer afternoon, the weather was unusually hot, and the cicadas outside the window kept chirping. Finally finished the exercise, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to run a cup of jasmine to cool off the heat. I pushed the door open like liberation, but I couldn't help but stop. Mom fell asleep.
Lying on the sofa, curled up like a baby, wearing only a pajamas, looks so thin. Turning around, I went back to my room and took a coat. I walked quietly to the living room and put it on my mother. Just as I was about to leave, I couldn't help but stop. When did you get so many wrinkles on your face? !
In my impression, my mother is always so young, so beautiful and so healthy, but now my mother's life has changed dramatically since I was born. I no longer discuss dishes and clothes enthusiastically with my friends, but "drill" into the bookstore whenever I have time. Studying recipes and education will always be a "three-point-one-line" life for units, schools and families. How can I not be tired? After thinking about it, my eyes don't feel red. Why did I stop for my mother? That explains it.
Looking down at my mother again, my face with some traces of years has already opened a flower-like calm smile, and the corners of my mouth have not felt the rise of 24. What a beautiful dream! Gently said "goodbye", turned around, but stopped.
On the coffee table, jasmine flowers exude a faint scent of tea, which is refreshing. The large petals floating in the cup are radiant after being refracted by the sunlight. A piece of paper was gently pressed on the bottom of the cup: Daughter, don't be too tired. Mom made your favorite jasmine tea for you. Remember to drink it! After juanxiu's handwriting, there is a big smiling face. Holding the cup, gently tasting it, emitting a little fragrance, teasing the tip of my tongue, with endless aftertaste. However, there is a salty taste (the details are really well written, savor them carefully, oh, I really want to drink, this is the charm of the details! )
Looking at my mother's quiet smile, I suddenly felt very full and full. With the fragrance of jasmine, I smiled and walked back to my room.
Mom, I love you, I love you very much, I love the wrinkles around your eyes, and I love your bright smile. May time not get old, let me stop here, enjoy your smile and taste your jasmine. Language is really beyond ordinary people's ability to write. I'm not saying he's not human. His sentence is good, we can't compare it. )
(Instructor: Zhou Guozhen)
Love needs no reason, but for a moment, I have fallen in love with her.
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One morning in early spring, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and opened the heavy curtains. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I saw a picture more beautiful than a dream. Like a bright silver line, it spreads from the sky to the world, decorating the valley of Qian Shan; Like bright pearls, scattered from the crown of the goddess Ashtar, inlaid with green fields. "Good rain knows the season. When spring happens, the wind sneaks into the night and moistens things silently." Finally, I realized the same joy as the poet Du Fu, and I couldn't wait to open the window. A cool breeze mixed with the fragrance of the earth and slightly moist came to my face and got into my nose, lungs and heart. With my eyes closed, I seem to see that the grass seeds that have been crushed by thick soil for a winter are trying their best to absorb nutrients, and then suddenly break through the ground and regain their lives. They looked at this long-awaited strange world, excited and happy, enjoying the baptism of spring rain, and the green grass stalks trembled slightly. I seem to see the wild flowers on the roadside singing cheerful and beautiful songs, allowing naughty crystal drops to roll freely on her beautiful petals. I seem to see the river tearing the thin ice, returning to the original unrestrained and free life, and rushing to the distance more freely.
Spring is a vibrant season.
The rain is still raining obliquely, but occasionally many children who can't bear to play run out without umbrellas or raincoats, because they love the rain and love this season. Groups of three or five, no organization, no arrangement, just laughing, joking, playing, running, like a runaway pony, immature and pure laughter spread with the wind and drifted farther away. However, other adults can also be infected by a good mood. Although they are in a hurry as usual, they all have a faint smile on their faces, stretched eyebrows and raised corners of their mouths, which makes them look so kind and lovely, without the indifference of passers-by and the usual busyness of running for a living.
Spring is a happy season.
"Wait and see the east wind, it will always be spring." This is the charm of Zhu's works. "The flowers on the river are more fiery at sunrise, and the river is blue in spring", which is the splendor of Bai Juyi's works; "Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow." This is the interest in Du Fu's works. Different people have different feelings in different situations, but there is only one theme: praise, praise for spring.
Spring, this is the season of touching the scene.
The wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Open the dusty heart, hold a book and taste a cup of tea. In this beautiful season of spring, stop and wait, silently waiting for the silence of life.
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