The beginning of the dream "hello? Mom? Oh, let me tell you: today is my friend's birthday, and I will go home very late tonight. What? No? Please, mom, um, if you don't let me go, I won't go.
Alas! Goodbye. ""hello? Oh, Xiaoxu, right? Midterm exam? So soon, well, I have a good review, so do you. "
"hello? Lazy, haven't you got up yet? Hey, it's Xiaoxu's birthday. What should we do? A greeting card? Well, that's a good idea. Everyone sends a card and sings a song. Ok, it's a deal! Goodbye. " "Hey, dad? What, you're not coming home at night? I can't. My mother is not at home either. I'm scared alone.
Did you find anything? Huh? Well, then, as soon as possible, oh. Then I'll sleep with the light on.
Goodbye. "。
2. Write a 200-word essay with the method of contrastive rhetoric to discuss two things. It was a Saturday afternoon. I stopped by Lihua Shopping Mall to buy some celery.
When I was choosing, someone said, "Comrade, have you paid your taxes? When I looked back, it turned out to be an aunt who worked in taxation. She is smiling and talking to a vendor selling mushrooms.
I saw a peddler with a cigarette in his mouth, spitting out smoke rings from time to time, as if the tax collector were talking to someone else. The tax collector said patiently, "Comrade, please pay your tax."
This time, the peddler was annoyed: "I have already paid any tax." Say that finish, he sat on the bench, stretching his legs.
Aunt tax collector is still so patient: "you said you paid it early, but it's not on the bill." Do you want to go to the tax office to check? " Hearing this, the peddler stopped smoking leisurely. He looked left and right, then picked out two bags of fresh mushrooms from the mushroom pile and stuffed them into the hands of the tax collector. He smiled and said, "Nothing, nothing! Please accept it. "
Aunt tax collector didn't answer, but seriously said to the stall owner, "I collect taxes, not gifts." The peddler faded and paid the tax obediently.
After the tax collector's aunt left, people talked about it one after another, and some said, "This tax collector is really responsible." Others said, "If only all tax collectors were like this one."
I bought vegetables and came to the front of Lihua shopping mall. There were a lot of people around the door. It turned out that a vegetable vendor was pestering her aunt again.
Hey! Something's wrong. Why does the vegetable seller call her sister? Oh! It turns out that the vegetable vendor is her relative. "Elder sister, just leave me alone once?" The vegetable seller begged.
"No," said the tax collector's aunt after a moment's reflection. "If you don't pay, I'll pay for you first." Then she took money out of her coat pocket and put it in her purse. "
This move is really clever, and he quickly said, "I'd better pay for it myself." "Just this once, it won't happen again."
Aunt the tax collector said seriously to her brother who sells vegetables. The tax collector's aunt collected the money and then walked to other stalls.
The onlookers kept nodding and cooing, and I also gave her an admiring look.
3. Write a 200-word composition. I like autumn. Please look at the article Autumn (Prose) in Autumn. Spring, spring, willow flowers are new, Mei Xie powder, fragrant grass is growing, birds are singing in the north, and Yan Yu is in the south; In the suburbs, BMW gallops, and purple and stranger are connected. How many people in Chengdu enjoy the flowers at the Dongge Gongzi Banquet? "This is an ancient poem about spring.
It is said that spring is beautiful, and it is indeed beautiful, because it is the new green that has just sprouted in spring, the state of mind when the grass turns yellow and white, the freshness of mood change, and the obvious contrast with the past. But a closer look shows that there are rotten dead leaves and yellow sand not covered by shallow grass under the bonus, and some dead leaves are still hanging on the dead branches, setting off some newly sprouted buds.
If the spring breeze is weak, it is difficult for the mountains and rivers to be completely green. But its beauty lies in tenderness, novelty and infinite vitality.
After a long journey. The mountains are mature, and the land is mature. After the gestation of winter, a mature autumn has been smelted in spring and summer.
Crops cover the earth, and the forest full of fruits is green, red and gold. This is a fiery red, golden and picturesque autumn. Autumn is extremely beautiful. Autumn should be the most beautiful and brilliant of the four seasons, at least I think so.
Driving through the endless North China Plain, the towering Yanshan Mountains, the blue sky, white clouds and green fields, everything is so comfortable and beautiful. Look at the distant mountains, such as Dai, and the red, yellow and green colors of the nearby mountains are so rich, so tall and straight, so straight into the sky.
The color of that place is also so thorough and boundless, until the horizon gradually blends with the blue sky, almost blending your body and mind into nature. You must like Van Gogh's paintings very much, right? This season is like Van Gogh painting mountains and rivers with a brush and using strong and heavy oil paints.
Suddenly, I saw the essence of a transparent, brilliant and energetic life. It was so warm and energetic. Autumn is so beautiful and intoxicating.
Autumn is beautiful, but for those who are easily sad, there is a sense of suffocation. Now I can recite the primary school text: "Autumn is coming, the weather is cold, and a flock of geese fly to men."
The author used a series of "music", which means that beauty is gone and spring is gone. Therefore, many people are not very willing to appreciate autumn colors, especially the elderly.
Because autumn represents the season when human beings get old. Humans are divided into spring, summer and autumn. I don't write about winter, because winter is the end of life and the last breath before death.
Spring is a tender childhood, summer is a young and energetic person, and autumn is the age to work hard for hard work and family chores, with the power of frosting and injury. This should be a harvest season. But from ancient times to the present, in the eyes of literati, it is the emotion of "persisting in sadness and falling in love with the building, saying that it is cool and good autumn".
Yes, a short life has passed for another year. In the eyes of the elderly, the years have passed and there are not many days to come. It is inevitable that some people are pessimistic, and some people hate this splendid season.
Beauty is beauty after all, and it is also true for people. You have experienced ups and downs in life, and bumpy experiences mean maturity.
It also means that understanding of life and the world can be understood in chaos. In fact, because of the change of the world, the situation has changed, and it has not hindered its brilliant existence.
And you have accumulated rich experience and experience, you can still fly a few times in your later years to show your strength. As the poet "Liu Zheng" wrote, "I don't believe that life is really easy to get old, the sky is gray, and a falcon is flying high, carrying the sunset."
Childhood is beautiful, young people are full of vigor and vitality, and old age should be a brilliant life full of artistic interest, life interest and colorful. Spring is beautiful, summer is beautiful, and autumn is more beautiful and colorful.
Autumn language (five chapters of prose poems) Autumn loves to walk on the edge of autumn, and from time to time, I see a strict array looking for a cloud stack and write a golden poem; On golden days, cotton shows white clouds and soybeans ring bells, especially in endless fields. Rice waves, like the long hair of a mature girl, can't hide the happy smile that is about to get married. Aunt's sickle kissed it, and uncle's big brother's cereal bucket also reveled with it.
On the ridge, the * * * of the packhorse bent people's eyebrows and filled their granaries. Pick up a millet and put it in the palm of your hand, look at the color of autumn and taste the loyalty of the land.
Not only the land in autumn, but also the satisfaction after maturity. Of course, there is also the expectation of eager cultivation and sowing. -In the golden autumn, all life has found a new proposition.
A ray of sunshine; Golden wind; A drop of autumn rain; ..... constitutes a charming background in the countryside. In this charming background, I don't want to be intoxicated; I resolutely walked out of the edge of autumn to look forward to the vitality of the earth once again after it was white, and then read the most pleasant realm. Autumn chrysanthemum invisible autumn wind swept the pot of wild chrysanthemum in front of the window and gave me a cold bath: the season has changed, do you know? Pushing open the window, the birch leaves are shaking.
Think of the first blooming wild chrysanthemum in autumn (just outside my window), swaying light and shadow, giving pedestrians a long season of softness and smile; Ah, chrysanthemum, how can I bear to see your sadness fall tomorrow? Remember, you are a clear and high-pitched folk song, always singing loudly after everything is fragile. Let the song-float to the field, overflow the maple forest, and finally enter the farmhouse hedge to fill the sadness and poverty of the season.
Ah, Zhu, don't cry. Please believe that the monsoon will never blow the bud of your life, and the sun will still shine on you tomorrow morning, in my heart: open.
A gust of wind in Qiu Die blew out the moonlight, and I heard the clouds rustling and sliding overhead like sand. Get in the house.
When I turned on the light, I was shocked by an unexpected surprise: a butterfly, a beautiful butterfly, stopped on the wild chrysanthemum outside the window. Did my carelessness make it wait here? What kind of power makes it catch the only blooming flower in this autumn until it dies? Looking out of the window, but afraid to disturb its heavy Qiu Meng-a eulogy gently recited in the wind.
It's so sad. But I think it is more reasonable for beauty to stop at petals.
After all, when a butterfly flies, it is a living dream, a dream on the grass and a dream of freedom. Butterfly's sleep is two petals, two temporary petals, but I prefer it to be long.
What stops in this dream is probably the selflessness of butterflies.
4. Write 200 words for one person. It was just dawn, and it was foggy outside the window. I rubbed my hazy eyes and started to get up ... After a while, everything was ready. I set foot on the light footsteps, carrying a beautiful and lovely little schoolbag, humming a cheerful song: "Birds lead the way, the wind …".
After crossing the road, I came to a path. I met a woman wearing white clothes, gloves and a white mask, holding a broom in her hand and sweeping step by step with her head down. Her expression was so focused and earnest that she raised a cloud of dust as soon as she appeared. I put my hand over my mouth and frowned: "What a nuisance!" Early in the morning, the road was covered with dust, and she, still with her head down, swept there with another word "firm".
This is the first day I met her. And the next day, I still passed the "dirty" road, which was still there, sweeping intently. I stopped to wonder: it's strange that the path was dirty yesterday, but why is it dirty today ... At this moment, I saw her crouching down and digging out the blockage in the gutter with her hands. ...
The third day is like this; The fourth day is also; The first day was the same ... one month, two months, three months ... no matter whether it was windy, rainy or hot in summer, she never rested. Because she won't feel very tired? Oh, no, she must feel like a class. Her face shows great changes, but there is a powerful force supporting her.
I passed the path and passed her, but I stopped covering my mouth and frowning, saying that I hated her, despised her and admired her. Then who the hell is she? She is an ordinary-looking, 40-year-old strange cleaner. She has no blockbuster or earth-shattering feat, but she has a noble and holy quality.
The path sparkled in the bright sunshine. ...
By contrast, writing an argumentative essay of 200 words makes people wise, poetry makes people witty, mathematics makes people careful, natural philosophy makes people careful, ethics makes people solemn, logic and rhetoric make people eloquent. Knowledge can shape a person's character, and learning can make people acquire more knowledge, so learning is particularly important.
Many students will say that studying is hard and tiring, or that I can't study and don't want to study because I didn't do well in the exam. Both of these statements are wrong.
First of all, I can't deny the pain of learning and learning, but only by persisting in the pain of learning can I enjoy the sweetness of learning. On campus, we grow up happily and fight for our ideals! Wandering in the ocean of learning and trudging in the mountains of books, the satisfaction of knowledge gives us happiness; The mountains are heavy and the water is mixed, and the winding path is secluded. The bright prospect of solving difficult problems gives us happiness; The continuous broadening of the ideological realm and the continuous purification of the soul have given us happiness. I remember Einstein once said: never take learning as a task, but an enviable opportunity. Yes, as long as we work hard and dare to face the difficulties in learning, you will find that learning has its own interests and happiness.
In fact, everyone can't absolutely say how smart and powerful he is, and no one will think that he is not smart. Everyone's success is achieved through their own efforts. If he doesn't study, even the wisdom of a genius is just a waste. However, as long as you work hard, it doesn't matter whether your grades are good or bad.
Fang Zhongyong was a gifted child prodigy when he was young, but he eventually became an ordinary person because he didn't get a good education. A man who is born smart and so smart like him has little education, but he still wants to be ordinary. What about us? If you don't study, isn't that even worse than an ordinary person?
During the Warring States Period, there was a good scholar named Su Qin who studied hard day and night. If you are sleepy, stick an awl in your thigh and continue to study after waking up. Sun Jing, a famous scholar in Jin Dynasty, was afraid of being sleepy and studied hard day and night, so he hung his hair on the beam with a rope and pulled himself up to continue his studies when he was sleepy. They both achieved great success in the end. Therefore, studying hard is the only way for one to succeed.
A person's occasional failure can't explain anything, and his achievements can't explain a person's cleverness. Qiong Yao, a famous writer in Taiwan Province, failed in all subjects except Chinese when she was a child. Once, he only got 20 points in the math exam, but instead of giving up on himself, he studied hard and finally achieved enviable results.
As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring, but winter is the best time to study. Everything around us is quiet, which is more conducive to our study in this environment. Therefore, students should stop complaining that there is no happiness in intense study and don't give up their efforts because of one failure. Everybody raise their heads together, just pretend and study hard.
6. Compare people who write 200 words. Parents love each other, such as water and milk.
Parents' love is like a flood; Parents' love is like a rainbow across the world; My parents love me as much as air. Once upon a time, my father left me black hair and my mother left me a deep wrinkle. I never felt sad and took it for granted.
But now, I won't. I will think it is a testimony that my parents love me.
Parents are like a precious and fragile vase. Every time they love me, they are more vulnerable.
My parents' love is a luxurious ship, my father's love is the boat at the helm, and my mother's love is the sail in the wind, which makes me cut the waves in the ocean of life; My parents' love is a candle in winter night, my father's love is candle wax, and my mother's love is candlelight, which makes me feel the warmth of home in a long winter night in a foreign land. My parents' love is a lantern at the head of the village, my father's love is a lantern, and my mother's love is a packet of paper, which illuminates my way home on a moonless night.