1. A composition of 200 words about people who wish to promote but suppress others online. Urgent

Misunderstanding

Qingming Festival.

The drizzle fell softly, gently falling on the umbrellas and bodies of the people sweeping the tombs in the martyrs' cemetery, and also gently falling on the white statues...

On the marble statue base, the soldier is holding a submachine gun tightly, his eyebrows are solemn, and his eyes are looking deeply into the distance, as if he is standing guard. The entire statue is only over 2 meters high, but it gives people the feeling of being upright. His body was also wet...

"Hurry up, take your time, what are you doing?" Following a delicate call, I looked over. A large group of young people came over talking and laughing happily. Active at the front was a modern lady with a floor-length skirt and surprisingly short hair. She had "Workman" in her ears and her body was swaying to the rhythm from time to time. They disturbed the solemn peace. She stepped on her high heels and walked "elegantly" to the statue. She looked up and down and yelled "Wow...". All eyes turned to her, and naturally her companions followed. A young man asked anxiously: "What's wrong?" The lady smiled and said: "This man was so handsome, it's a pity that he died!" Then they laughed loudly for a while. People were shaking their heads and talking about something. I stared at this group of people, speechless. Is she here for a spring outing? Picnic? Or a "beauty pageant"? I have no idea.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his thirties came over with a little girl of five or six years old. The little girl had a thin figure, eyebrow-length bangs, and round eyes shining with innocence. She broke free from her father's hand and ran towards the statue. I was already very angry and even more unhappy. This child must have treated this as a park to play with her father. She came over to use the statue of the martyr as an electric toy to ride on. Maybe the era of "heroes singing with bells and whistles" has indeed passed. Are they the "hope of the motherland"? I looked at the little girl. She walked to the statue and stopped, as if she had no intention of climbing up. The round little hands gently touched the statue. She turned around and called her father over. "Dad, uncle is caught in the rain, can I hold an umbrella for him?" The middle-aged man looked at his little daughter, touched her head and said, "Uncle is not afraid of getting wet. Uncle is not even afraid of fighting. How can he be afraid of getting wet? "No, mom said you'll catch a cold if you get caught in the rain. I want to hold an umbrella for my uncle!" She pursed her lips and said seriously, her eyes full of childishness. The father thought for a long time, then took the little girl's hand and said, "This is a sculpture, not a real person. Be good, and dad will take you over there to see it." The little girl stamped her feet, almost crying in anxiety, and pulled her father to the side. He pulled the corner of his clothes towards the statue, shouting: "No, I'm not afraid of getting wet, uncle is afraid of getting wet..." Dad gave in. Squatting down, she said, "Okay, okay, uncle is afraid of getting wet." The little girl came up to her father and said, "Dad, you... you just... gave the umbrella to grandpa, and I... I want to give it to uncle too! "She looked at her father's eyes intently, and he also looked at her for a long, long time...and then smiled with satisfaction and was very proud. He picked up the little girl and said, "Come on, let's hold an umbrella for uncle!" When he came to the statue, the little girl was held by her father, reaching it, reaching it, and slowly, finally, a cute little red umbrella was held firmly. Covered the statue of the martyr. She smiled, as happy as a little angel. The same round little hands applauded the statue that was not exposed to the rain. All the people will smile heartily, and the rain will gently kiss the beautiful little red umbrella...

I'm sorry, little sister, I misunderstood... 2. Write about 150 words in "Yuyang" first. Urgent

My father's hand touched my heart. In the night, I was sleeping hazily. The door was quietly opened. I saw my father coming in my confusion. He used his big and warm pair of His hands covered me with the quilt, and I felt warm immediately after being hit by the cold.

When I was a child, I liked my father's hands. Although those hands were so rough that it felt a little painful when they touched mine, but I didn't mind, I liked my father's hands. After I went to school, my father's hands were a pair of comforting hands. When I was bullied or wronged, my father would often caress my furry little head with those big, warm hands and say comforting words to me, I suddenly smiled. Isn't it because I love my father's hands? Finally, time passed bit by bit and I matured.

I can no longer rely on my father’s hands to comfort me, but the heavy workload of study has gradually made me forget my father’s hands, the rich feelings contained in them and the infinite memories in them. But when I often find that there are more scars on my father’s hands, I can’t help but feel very heartbroken.

I thought again, can I really forget such hands? Those are my father's hands! The big exam was about to take place. At night, I was burning the midnight oil to study. I was so tired and irritable. Why did my father have to pace around me again? I became more and more impatient. My father stretched out his hand again and touched my head out of habit. I finally couldn't help it anymore. I turned my head sharply and shouted at my father: "You are so annoying! Why don't you see me busy?" Father. He was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll just go.

”

I can’t forget my father’s smile. Why was he smiling? It made me feel guilty and blamed myself, because there was clearly helplessness and sadness in my father’s smile. My heart was no longer calm. .

176 2010-11-5 A 200-word composition about people who want to be promoted first, waiting online urgently 2010-9-26 Requesting documents: A 100-word composition about rain that wants to be promoted first, urgently needed! ! ! 37 More questions about the composition of wanting to rise first and suppressing it >> View questions on the same topic: Composition of relatives waiting for your answer del0 answer Composition on the topic "I am walking with peace" del0 answer 15 composition: My confusion, my Choose more questions waiting for your answer >> No questions you are interested in? Try to change a batch of other answers *** 2 At five or six o'clock in the winter evening, the sun is almost setting. We are sitting in the classroom, waiting. It’s evening self-study. Following the clear sound of footsteps, the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom.

“Today’s evening self-study is our exam. " Before I finished speaking, the sighs in the classroom were already flying.

The naughty Mr. F said: "I had a test yesterday, a test today, and another test tomorrow. But when will you be happy? He started writing and said: I am enjoying myself in the exam.

'" As soon as the voice finished, the classroom burst into laughter. The Chinese teacher did not get angry, but just smiled slightly, and then said: "Mr. F, your speech is not bad! There is no Bai Xue Gu Wen.

I didn’t explain it clearly just now. We don’t record results in today’s exam. We just want to maximize your potential abilities. Answer me now: Looking at the sunset outside the window, what do you think of? "Think of the old man." "

Jun a answered first. "Thinking deeply and silently, like thinking. "

"Is there anything else? "The teacher asked. "Think of tomorrow. The sun will rise again tomorrow. It will no longer be the sunset, it will become the morning sun. "

Jun F said without hesitation. "Very good! "The Chinese teacher praised.

The students gave Mr. F a warm applause for his wonderful answer. As soon as the first question ended, the teacher asked a second question: "What should the rising sun look like? ? " "Vibrant, full of energy. ”

“Full of confidence and strong vitality. "This time, everyone stood up and said something, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

The third question followed: "What kind of sunrise are you willing to be, and how can you make it happen? Youth is like the rising sun? " "I hope to be a Chaoyang that is always full of vitality. It is best to be able to express, imagine, and create at will, but... I don't have time. Mr. W waved his hand helplessly.

"I hope to be a 'good boy' like Chaoyang, but I always love to play too much. 'Good boy' may be too far away from me." . "F Jun's tone was a little regretful.

After hearing these words, the Chinese teacher said happily: "Actually, you are all Chaoyang. As long as you don't study too hard and leave some time and space for yourself, your creation will not be just a dream.

Think about what you said today. How complete, how reasonable, and well written! ..." This originally "painful exam" has become so easy. I like it and am deeply intoxicated by this unusual exam. I really hope that the exams after the "burden reduction" of the junior brothers and junior sisters will be as good as ours." I am as happy as the first exam. 3. About 600 words of essay on the desire to rise before suppressing the person

My father’s hand touched my heart. In the night, I was sleeping hazily, and the door was quietly opened. , I saw my father coming in a daze. He covered me with the quilt with his big and warm hands. I was suddenly warmed by the cold.

When I was a child, I liked my father. Although those hands are very rough, so that they feel a little painful when they touch my hands, but I don't mind. I like my father's hands after I go to school. My father's hands are a pair of comforting hands. When I was bullied or wronged, my father would often caress my furry little head with his big, warm hands and say comforting words to me, which would make me smile. Isn’t that just because I love my father’s hands? Finally, time passed bit by bit, and I matured. I can no longer rely on my father’s hands to comfort me, but the heavy study has gradually made me forget my father’s hands. I forgot about the rich emotions contained in those hands and the infinite memories in them. But when I often find that there are more scars on my father's hands, I can't help but feel very sad.

I think again, I am serious. Can you forget such a pair of hands? Those are my father's hands! The exam is about to take place. I am so tired and irritable at night, so why is my father pacing around me again? I was even more irritable. My father stretched out his hand and touched my head out of habit. Finally I couldn't help it anymore. I turned my head sharply and yelled at my father: "You are so annoying!" Didn't you see me busy? The father was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll just go."

”

I can’t forget my father’s smile. Why was my father smiling? It made me feel guilty and blamed myself, because my father’s smile clearly showed helplessness and sadness. My heart was no longer calm. .

176 2010-11-5 A 200-word composition about people who want to be promoted first, waiting online urgently 2010-9-26 Requesting documents: A 100-word composition about rain that wants to be promoted first, urgently needed! ! ! 37 More questions about the composition of wanting to rise first and suppressing it >> View questions with the same theme: Composition of relatives waiting for your answer del0 answer Composition on the topic "I am walking with peace" del0 answer 15 composition: My confusion, my Choose more questions waiting for your answer >> No questions you are interested in? Try changing a batch of other answers *** 2 At five or six o'clock in the winter evening, the sun is almost setting. We are sitting in the classroom, waiting. It’s evening self-study. Following the clear sound of footsteps, the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom.

“Today’s evening self-study is our exam. " Before I finished speaking, sighs were already flying in the classroom.

Naughty Mr. F said: "I had a test yesterday, a test today, and another test tomorrow. But when will you be happy? He started writing and said: I am enjoying myself in the exam.

'" As soon as the voice finished, the classroom burst into laughter. The Chinese teacher did not get angry, but just smiled slightly, and then said: "Mr. F, your speech is not bad! There is no Bai Xue Gu Wen.

I didn’t explain it clearly just now. We don’t record results in today’s exam. We just want to maximize your potential abilities. Answer me now: Looking at the sunset outside the window, what do you think of? "Think of the old man." "

Mr. A answered first. "Thinking deeply and silently, like thinking. "

"Is there anything else? "The teacher asked. "Think of tomorrow, the sun will rise again tomorrow, it will no longer be the sunset, it will become the morning sun. "

Mr. F said without hesitation. "Very good! "The Chinese teacher praised.

The students gave Mr. F a warm applause for his wonderful answer. As soon as the first question ended, the teacher asked a second question: "What should the rising sun look like? ? " "Vibrant, full of energy. ”

“Full of confidence and strong vitality. "This time, everyone stood up and said something, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

The third question followed: "What kind of sunrise are you willing to be, and how can you make it happen? Youth is like the rising sun? " "I hope to be a Chaoyang that is always full of vitality. It is best to be able to express, imagine, and create at will, but... I don't have time. Mr. W waved his hand helplessly.

"I hope to be a 'good boy' like Chaoyang, but I always love to play too much. 'Good boy' may be too far away from me." . Mr. F's tone was a little regretful.

After hearing these words, the Chinese teacher said happily: "Actually, you are all Chaoyang." As long as you don't study too hard and leave some time and space for yourself, your creation will not be just a dream.

Think about what you said today. How complete, how reasonable, and well written! ..." This originally "painful exam" has become so easy. I like it and am deeply intoxicated by this unusual exam. I really hope that the exams after the "burden reduction" of the junior brothers and junior sisters will be as good as ours." I am as happy as the first exam. 4. An essay about expressing desire before suppressing it

There was a little boy. When he was 15 years old, his parents began to quarrel over trivial matters. They were no longer like before. So kind...

One day, the parents started the "war" again, and they heard the banging of various utensils in their bedroom. The little boy just stood silently at the door and stretched his legs. At this time, my parents came out and said, "Do you love me?" Still love her? The little boy stood up, cried and ran into the toilet, shouting: "I'm so annoyed, I'm the loneliest person in the world!" "

Every night, after studying at school, the little boy wanders on the street and doesn't go home until very late. But every time he comes to the door, he doesn't want to open it, because he knows : If he opens this door, he will face the dark room and his cold parents. But he still has to open this door and walk into his bedroom, facing this familiar yet unfamiliar room. Taking off his coat and putting down his schoolbag, he cried again, because he knew that he was the loneliest person in the world.

When the boy's teachers and classmates knew about this, they planned to help him. A birthday party was held. During the self-study class, the little boy returned to the classroom from the playground. A burst of moving singing suddenly sounded in the classroom. The whole class and the teacher sang loudly: "Happy birthday to you..." The little boy Crying, he felt that he was the loneliest person in the world... The teacher called the little boy to his side and whispered a few words, and the smile slowly spread from their faces.

After the little boy got home, he sent two E-mails on the computer, one to his father and the other to his mother. It may be the magical power of nature, and Awakening that warm and romantic love... On this magical afternoon, they embraced each other again and said to each other: "I love you." The little boy suddenly ran out and said loudly: "I love you too! Dad, Mom." The three people hugged each other tightly, and each received the other's love. They held hands and took this love home forever. From then on, there was one less lonely boy in the world and one more harbor full of love. The little boy's singing and laughter returned, and he was once again the happiest person in the world.

This is the story of a lonely boy.

Instructor: Liu Changqin

Brief comment: "Home, a harbor full of warmth and love"; "Home, a spiritual paradise that is cherished with heart and cared for with affection." People who have a family are happy, but people who lack the warmth of a family are lonely. Through careful observation of life, the author of this article reproduces a sad phenomenon that commonly exists in our lives. The breakup of his parents' relationship left an incurable wound on the little boy's young mind, and he once fell into the abyss of sadness and loneliness. It was his teachers and classmates who gave him infinite care and helped him relive the happiness of the past. The article has a profound idea and a complete structure, especially the ending of the story is in great contrast with the title, which enhances the comedy of the article. 5. Write 300 words about a person who wants to be prosperous but first restrained

A thin face with a thick "beer bottle bottom", a dark face covered with "youthful and beautiful" acne, forming a He has no temperament. He looks to be in his twenties and teaches us Chinese.

As soon as he walked up to the podium and put down his book, he said to us: "My surname is Wu, my name is Shuai, and I am the head teacher of Class 1 of our fifth grade——" The word "Master" was stretched out very long. Found us covering our mouths and laughing secretly. He looks so "difficult" but still handsome, I thought, and when he finished the last word, our laughter seemed to open. "Wu Shuai, Wu Shuai is worthy of his name!" Look, he is quite good at smoothing things over for himself. "I hope everyone can make friends with me and be happy like this every day in the future." Hey, he is glib, but for some reason, I started to like him. Got this teacher.

I am not nervous at all with Teacher Wu. Sometimes he can do things according to our temperament, which is quite modern. One time, we were in class. Suddenly, a naughty little sparrow flew into our classroom, hovered in the room, and knocked down the dust on the roof. "Look, sparrow!" "Shh, be good..." Everyone was whispering at first, but after a while, the classroom exploded. "Quiet, quiet!" The teacher banged the table with an eraser like a drum, but it still didn't help. It seemed that the class was not going to work. "Students, let's suspend the class and let's drive away the sparrows together, okay?" Teacher Wu said loudly. The students immediately cheered: "Long live the handsome teacher——" Hey, why did the word "无" get removed? Everyone naturally understands that our previous teachers would never allow us to do this.

The students used their own tricks, some stood up and shouted, and some waved rulers to drive them away. Teacher Shuai also drove the sparrows away with us like a child. The little sparrow flew here and there, and finally flew out of the open window in a panic. At this time, Teacher Shuai did not forget his duty: "Now, let's write a composition about the movements, expressions, and language of the students chasing sparrows. The title is "Catching Sparrows."" Alas - if I had known this, It’s better not to chase the sparrows!

From then on, Teacher Wu Shuai became our handsome teacher. Teachers' Day is coming, and it's time to send greeting cards to teachers again. What should I write on it? I think, just write it like this: "Teacher Wu: I really want to call you handsome teacher again, I really want to catch sparrows with you again, I really want to be your student again..."

^_ ^Hope to be adopted^_^ 6. An essay for grade 8 about people who want to be promoted but suppressed before they want to be promoted

In this world, there are many people who love me. , however, in the past few years, I had a very stubborn idea: My mother, she doesn’t love me!

I remember that when I was three years old, I was sent to live with my grandma for some reason. Although the two families were not far apart, my mother often could not see her for several months. Therefore, I concluded that my mother still does not love me! Grandma has a very weird personality. She seems to hate me very much. She nags me all day long and never tells me stories. If my mother loved me, why would she leave me with such a weird old woman?

When I was nine years old, my mother took me back. I think my mother is still thinking about me. This gave me hope again, and I returned to my mother with a colorful dream... But I didn't expect that my mother really didn't love me. My mother had a gloomy face all day long, and she was picky and picky about me. This is not the case, and that is not the case. , and constantly scolded me in front of others! My dream was shattered. So, I began to hate my mother for completely closing a daughter's innocent heart to her...

However, one thing made me change my view: it was one day half a year after I returned to my mother. After school at noon, my stomach hurt terribly. When I got home, I lay on the bed. I don’t want to move anymore.

"What's the matter? You're back now, why don't you go eat quickly!" This is what my mother often said to me throughout the day, and her tone was still so lifeless. I thought: You don’t care what happens to me. So, I gritted my teeth and endured the pain and took a few bites of food. In the afternoon, my mother went to work, and I was still lying on the bed. The pain in my stomach prevented me from falling asleep. Suddenly, I felt like my stomach was churning, and finally I vomited out the few mouthfuls of food I had just eaten. After that, I went back to bed, and my mother suddenly appeared in my mind. why is that? I'm a little strange. I don’t know who said: When people are in the most pain, the first thing they think of is always the person who loves them the most. And I thought of my mother, but she doesn’t love me! I was confused... In the evening, my mother came back and saw my appearance. She immediately helped me get dressed, called a taxi and took me to the hospital. That night, she took me to five hospitals and finally diagnosed me with "biliary roundworm." The doctor told her: "There is no medicine to treat it. I can only endure it. It will be better in five days, but I can't eat anything." When my mother listened to the doctor's words, I saw the circles under her eyes were red.

In the next few days, I only relied on a few milliliters of glucose water every day, and the bug refused to spare me. I bit my lip and endured it, blood flowing down the corner of my mouth. My mother stayed by my bedside and stayed with me for five days and five nights. At this time, my mother took a handkerchief, gently wiped away my tears, and said softly: "Does it hurt? You have to be strong..." But she choked up and couldn't speak anymore. She knew that this advice was unnecessary, but how could she know that my tears were not due to illness? During these five days and five nights, she held my hand tightly and said nothing, but how could she know that these hands spread warmth throughout my body and gave me so much courage and strength!

Five days and five nights finally passed. When I told my mother: "My stomach doesn't hurt anymore!" I saw her frowning brows unfurling, and her bloodshot eyes so gentle and loving. , her haggard face shone with brilliance, and we, mother and daughter, looked at each other and smiled... This incident seems very far away, but those five days and five nights are still vivid in my mind.

As time goes by, I have grown up, and I have begun to understand that my mother endured hardships in order to work and for the career she pursued before sending me to my grandma’s house; now in order to educate me , trained me, took me back from my grandma’s house, and resolutely shouldered the two heavy responsibilities of housework and career... I now truly realize that the greatest thing is maternal love, and the person who loves me most is my mother. Somehow, I suddenly remembered a song: "Mom, Mom, dear mother, you fed me up with your sweet milk, helped me learn to walk, taught me to talk, sang songs to accompany me to sleep, I will always be concerned about you in your heart..." 7. How to write an essay about expressing your desire to express yourself first (200 words)

There was a little boy. When he was 15 years old, his parents began to quarrel over trivial matters. They were no longer as kind as before...

One day, the parents started the "war" again, and all they heard was the crackling sound of various utensils being thrown in their bedroom. The little boy just stood silently at the door, stretching his legs into the last ray of sunlight. At this time, the parents came out. The father said: "Do you love me? Or do you love her?" The little boy stood up, cried and ran into the toilet, shouting: "I'm so annoying, I am the loneliest person in the world!"

< p> Every night, after studying at school, the little boy wanders on the street and doesn't go home until very late. But every time he walked to the door, he didn't want to open it, because he knew that if he opened the door, he would face the dark room and his cold parents. But he still had to open the door and walk into his bedroom. Facing this familiar yet unfamiliar room, he gently took off his coat and put down his schoolbag. He cried again, because he knew that he was the loneliest person in the world.

When the boy’s teachers and classmates found out about this, they planned to hold a birthday party for him. During the self-study class, the little boy returned to the classroom from the playground. Waves of moving songs suddenly sounded in the classroom. The whole class and the teacher sang loudly: "Happybirthdaytoyou..." The little boy cried. He felt that he He is the loneliest person in the world... The teacher called the little boy to his side and whispered a few words, and the smile slowly spread from their faces.

After the little boy got home, he sent two E-mails on the computer, one to his father and the other to his mother. It may be the magical power of nature, and Awakening the warm and romantic love... On this magical afternoon, they embraced each other again and said to each other: "I love you." The little boy suddenly ran out and said loudly: "I love you too! Dad, Mom." The three of them Hugging each other tightly, each gained the other's love, and they took this love home hand in hand forever. From then on, there was one less lonely boy in the world and one more harbor full of love. The little boy's singing and laughter returned, and he was once again the happiest person in the world.

This is the story of a lonely boy. 8. How to write an article that wants to promote but first suppresses it

Technique explanation: "Yang" in "want to promote but suppress first" means to praise and elevate.

"Repress" means to press down or demean. To promote before suppressing is when the author wants to praise someone or something at the beginning of the composition, but instead of starting from the place of praise, he presses down first and starts from the opposite place of derogation.

Use this method to give readers a feeling that is both unexpected and reasonable. Make the plot changeable, create ups and downs, create sharp contrasts, and leave a deep impression on readers.

"Elevation" and "Suppression" are both means of emphasis in art. The ancients emphasized "gathering momentum" when writing articles, and they also talked about the principle of suppressing before promoting, suppressing first and then promoting. Examples of this kind are not uncommon in excellent works at home and abroad, both ancient and modern.

To begin with "the desire to rise is first to suppress", the two incongruous opposites of the characters or things should be selected according to the needs of the central expression, and the two completely opposite emotions should be permeated. To suppress, it must be suppressed fully and in place, without hesitation of pen and ink; to raise, it must be sudden and hearty, making people unexpected and sighing.

The main writing methods are: 1. Contrast and lining: write out the shortcomings of people through detailed description. Such as the ugly appearance, etc., or write down the unlovable aspects of the "thing", or directly express dissatisfaction with the person or thing, and emotionally belittle the main thing to be written, so that in the emotional changes in the following text Better express love, respect and other emotions, and better highlight the theme.

In short, it should be described from a derogatory perspective, so as to contrast with the "raise" in the following text. 2. Writing in the opposite direction: that is, trying to go against the grain and writing in the opposite direction.

Or briefly introducing the subject of the writing, which is of course not recognized, gives readers a rough idea of ??the person or thing and gives a bad first impression. In this way, the subsequent writing can be exciting and attractive.

For example: If something hadn’t happened, maybe this day would be no different from the other three hundred and sixty-four days, flowing away like running water, slowly disappearing into memory and history. However, history chose this day.

3. Bi Xing Ying Ying: If you want to say this meaning, say something else first. For example: the grass absorbs the sweetness of rain and dew and reveals a greenness to the distant plains; the flower buds receive the warmth of the sun and bloom into the vast Kawahara; the birds bathe in the joy of the east wind and sing joyful songs in the high sky.

Nature is full of vitality and magnificent, and human society is beautiful and warm because it is full of love. 9. Composition of expressing desire before suppressing

My uncle

I have a very good uncle, he loves me the most, and I like him very much. He is a tax collector. He usually wears a big hat and is very majestic. Sometimes, he would put a big cap on my head and I would step forward, making everyone laugh. But something happened recently that gave me a new perspective on my uncle.

It was Saturday night, and my mother took me to my uncle’s house to play. As soon as I entered the door, I found a stranger talking to my uncle. Seeing us come in, the stranger grabbed his uncle's big cap, hurriedly covered the pile of things on the coffee table, and stood up to leave. I just heard my uncle say: "Okay, I can definitely handle this!" As he said this, he sent the man out.

While my uncle was going to see off the guests, I curiously opened the big cap and took a look, ah! I was stunned for a moment and received a thick stack of "Great Unity"! Humph, my uncle would also do such shameful things. I never expected that! I thought angrily. After a while, my uncle came over to talk to me. I deliberately pretended not to hear and just ignored him.

The next day, my uncle came to my house and asked me what happened yesterday and if I felt uncomfortable. I rolled my eyes at him and said nothing, feeling that my uncle was quite unpleasant to me. To make me happy, he put the big cap on my head, but I shook it off hard.

In the evening, my mother asked me to deliver fish to grandma. Grandma lived at my uncle's house. Although I didn't want to see my uncle, I couldn't say not to go, so I had no choice but to go.

I came to my uncle’s house, but luckily I didn’t meet him, thank God. I handed the fish to grandma, turned around and walked out. When I passed my uncle's room, I suddenly heard some movement inside, so I quietly pushed the door open a crack and looked inside. Oops, that stranger was in my uncle's house again yesterday. What's he doing here again? I tilted my ears and wanted to hear what happened.

"My fine thing..." This is the voice of a stranger.

There was silence in the room for a while, and then the uncle spoke: "In the last incident, according to regulations, you should be fined 5,000 yuan to 10,000 yuan, but considering that it was your first time to evade taxes, we decided to fine you 5,000 yuan. Yesterday you I've already handed over the 2,000 yuan for you. You can go to the office tomorrow and pay another 3,000 yuan! Remember to pay taxes consciously in the future, don't do that..." His uncle was educating him on tax law.

Hearing this, I felt guilty and uneasy. I wrongly blamed you, my good uncle, I'm sorry!

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