Qiu Si's excellent composition is 1. This sentimental poet lives in Luoyang. When the autumn wind blows, people feel how beautiful autumn is. However, in Zhang Ji's eyes, autumn is the root of everything dying, and the leaves ruthlessly swept away by the autumn wind are so lonely and sad.
Zhang envied those leaves ambitiously. After all, the leaves have fallen off, and you can still come back to find your roots. What about himself?
Zhang Ji, who was meditating, was suddenly attracted by pigeons flying outside the window. That's a homing pigeon with a letter tied to its foot.
His eyes lit up: yes, although I can't see my relatives, I can write a letter to greet my relatives and report my peace!
Thinking of this, Zhang Ji quickly polished the ink, spread out rice paper and wrote letters to distant relatives.
This letter has been written for several pages, but it has not been finished. This lonely poet who left his hometown, although knowledgeable, could not express his thoughts of his loved ones incisively and vividly.
Perhaps, because he has been away from home for too long, Zhang Ji, who is in a foreign land, has a thousand words and doesn't know where to start. Afraid of missing anything, he hurried to catch up: "fellow villagers, you stay!" "
Seeing the villagers stop, Zhang Ji's hanging heart was put down.
Zhang Ji took the letter from his compatriot, reopened it, examined it carefully several times, then sealed it and gave it to his compatriot. He also said: "thank you, remember to send the letter to my relatives!" "
Guangdong XXX Primary School Class 5 (1)
Yellow XX
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 2 In the twenty-second year of Zhenguan, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin died, Emperor Taizong Li Zhi succeeded to the throne, and then Tian gave birth to two sons. After the death of Emperor Gaozong, the two sons succeeded to the throne one after another, and Emperor Li Dan of Zong Rui gave way to Ze Tiansheng, and the dynasty changed, which was called "Wu Zhou Dynasty" in history.
After that, Tiansheng moved to Luoyang, the capital of Luoyang, and built a lot of buildings. I, Zhang Ji, followed.
Day after day, year after year. After staying in two capitals for a long time, I feel homesick. Now, the autumn wind is blowing gently, and winter is approaching, which makes me feel the touch of the scene. I miss every scenery in my hometown more than the imperial capital, which is scary every day.
In Luoyang, a city far away from home, I really want to write a letter from home and send it back to my hometown, so I work hard and sleep peacefully.
"Uncle Wang? Zhao Wei? Li Xiaoer? Huh? Where is this? " Familiar faces appeared in front of me. Ah! I see, this is my hometown! I walked on the path in my hometown and watched the villagers greet me. The so-called bureaucracy disappeared in my heart. At this moment, a voice broke the silence. "Master, master, someone is coming." That's my valet Niu Fu. Where is this? Oh, this is my home! No, exactly, it's just my post office in Beijing. I asked Niu Fu to find a messenger to send the letter back to my hometown.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, I was going to send the messenger away, but I remembered my dream last night and took back the stationery from the messenger. I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say!
Shi Mao wrote Qiu Si.
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 3 When autumn comes, there will always be many thoughts. For example, farmers will think: when will fruits and crops be harvested; The staff will think: When will winter come and when will we have a holiday? If we do it quickly, will we get more bonuses? Workers will think: autumn is coming, I want to work hard and earn more money, and I want to support this family! I will also think: when will my father come back, when will my mother stop working overtime, and when will the family get together, have a reunion dinner and take a family photo together. Because I've never done such a thing.
It's 20xx now. Since 20xx, my father has been working in other places and hasn't come home. Whenever I look at the bright moon, I miss my father. I haven't seen him for a long time. I miss him very much. Finally today, my mother told me that my father would come back this weekend. I'm happy, but I'm also a little disappointed. My father will only come back once, but he won't stay long. He may not even be able to catch up with the Chinese New Year, have a family reunion dinner and take a family photo: Dad, when can you stop working and traveling? You don't say! Dad has to work and support this family!
I want to study hard, live up to my father's expectations, and make money when I grow up so that my parents can enjoy their happiness!
I am an ordinary person. Although I can't serve my country effectively, I believe that as long as I study hard and work hard, I will definitely let my parents live a good life!
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 4 Zhang Ji was walking alone in the streets of Luoyang City. In autumn, he is going to write a letter to his hometown. Suddenly, he noticed the abnormality of his neck. Looking back, a purple leaf fell on his shoulder, like a letter from his hometown. Zhang Ji sighed and bought a pot of wine from the roadside. Who knows this wine is chrysanthemum wine, so he decided to write the ink of missing his hometown relatives on Hua Song paper.
But when Zhang Ji solemnly spread out the stationery, he found that his thoughts about his hometown and relatives were woven into a net, a net that he could never untie. He couldn't get rid of his hometown complex for a long time. In desperation, he simply wrote this mess on the manuscript paper.
At the end of each month, the messenger will come to Luoyang, and Zhang Ji will wait outside the city. He was baptized by fog and watered the earth with sweat. Just when he was desperate, the pedestrian's horse jumped out from the direction of Wu Jun and the fiery sunset. Zhang Ji just responded. He solemnly put the letter in his hands and said, "Please send this letter to Wu Jun. When you see my relative, please tell him that I miss him very much." Pedestrians nodded and disappeared into the sunset. "Wait, give me the letter!" He suddenly said loudly. He quickly opened the envelope and read what he had memorized several times before he found it in his eyes. There was always a sentence missing from the letter.
Watching pedestrians disappear into the sunset, Zhang Ji's sculptural complex began to swell and turned into tears in his eyes.
Dewdrops at dusk wet the grass leaves.
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition On September 5th, autumn arrived as scheduled.
I feel the trees on the roadside are lonely, and the lonely trunk faces the sky alone. The color of the world gradually tends to be single, with grayish yellow everywhere. The skin of the tree becomes dry and rough, and the helpless autumn leaves fall to the ground like sad tears. Looking at autumn, it is inevitable to sigh. ...
The wind is raging and the trees are leaning. The dead leaves in the sky rolled up with the wind and seemed to devour the whole sky. Are withered yellow leaves a symbol of autumn? Dead leaves seem to be afraid of everything in this world and roll up their cracked bodies. Dark brown holes in leaves are like frightened eyes in autumn. Perhaps, sadness, sadness is not an autumn in my heart? Looking at countless dead leaves that are about to be ground into dust, I sigh again. ...
Walking slowly through the thick dead leaves, a red shadow suddenly flashed before my eyes. Looking up in surprise, it turned out to be a maple leaf! My eyes lit up. Because in this gray season, it is difficult to see such gorgeous colors. It looks so smooth, the leaves are very stretched, and the clear veins on the leaves make people feel warm blood flowing in the blood vessels. The blade is shaped like a pair of arms embracing the sky. Its bright red is dazzling in this season, as if it were a fresh and tenacious life. It can't change the color of autumn, but it can decorate the background color of autumn. The jumping red dot makes people realize the meaning of life.
The yellow leaves are still rolled up by the wind, crushed into pieces and buried somewhere. But the maple leaves are still shining, as if to show something.
Meditation, epiphany. I have a new definition of autumn: life is like fire!
In September, autumn came beautifully. ...
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 6 It has been raining outside the window. ...
The rain, falling like a line, keeps cutting, and the reason is still chaotic. This is a kind of worry. The ancients often said that autumn was sad, but it was "sad and lonely" anyway. However, I think autumn and spring are more beautiful. People, always keep an optimistic attitude!
Looking up at the sky, countless raindrops keep falling from top to bottom, overlooking the earth, and countless raindrops keep jumping from bottom to top. Instead of stopping, they kept repeating the same action. They're not worried. Perhaps, it is not worried. It only knows that it must finish what it should do.
If you feel the autumn wind blowing on your face, it is a sigh: "What a long day!" " I don't think it's necessary. Autumn rain is rain after all, and I don't understand people's minds. Since autumn rain is carefree, what does that person have to worry about? Autumn rain is continuous, silky, not bleak, not sad, but it makes people feel a little cold.
Sad autumn has existed since ancient times. When it comes to autumn, it is easy to think of sadness and sorrow. In the eyes of literati, autumn is always a symbol of sadness and sorrow, and autumn is bleak; Autumn is sadness; Autumn is sadness; It is cooler in autumn. But I must treat autumn fairly. Autumn and spring are very similar, autumn rain and spring rain are cotton, and the sun in autumn and spring is also very mild. Why not worry about autumn and spring?
Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest, hides the heat of summer and brings people coolness. Why are you sad?
Treat autumn with a normal heart, autumn, no worries. Outside the window, the rain gradually stopped. ...
One cool autumn day, I was walking on the streets of Luoyang. Suddenly there was an autumn wind, and there were many leaves floating in the tree in front. I can't help but feel a little sad: my parents are old and healthy. What a shame that my son has no filial piety at all! I looked up and saw that the fields were golden and the harvest was full. I can't help but think again: the crops at home will be harvested, too. If only I could go home and have a look. In this way, I can also help. The naughty boy was only six years old when he left home. He should be a teenager now. Can you help him a little? Thought of here, my heart has a little comfort. It's time to write a letter to my family. I stood up and walked to the house.
I don't know how to write when I lift the pen. There's so much to say! I care about my parents most. I have to tell my father to stop working in the fields. And mothers who are in poor health can't work too hard. Children's learning can't be ignored, so we must talk about it. The wife at home should take care of the old and the young and comfort her well ... I sorted out my thoughts and started writing. ...
When the letter was finally written, I put it in an envelope and shouted, "OK."
"Can I help you, sir?" The servant at home came to ask.
"Get ready," I said anxiously. "Take this letter back to my hometown in Suzhou."
Just as the servant was about to leave, I quickly stopped him and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll go and have a look."
After receiving the letter, I opened it and read it from beginning to end. I wrote everything I wanted to say, and then I sealed the letter. Give it to Zhang Hang and say to him, "Go ahead! Remember, go back quickly! "
I watched Zhang Hang leave, then turned and walked into the house.
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 8 20xx10118: 59: 57 When the staff pressed the ignition switch, I was sitting in front of the TV anxiously. Seeing the separation of Chang 'e-2 safety star and arrow and smoothly entering the scheduled orbit, the joy in my heart is self-evident, and everyone in front of the TV cheered at the same time. At that time, "Chang 'e I" opened the mysterious door of the moon like a key, and now "Chang 'e II" is like a wise man, bridging the earth and the moon.
I went to the windowsill again and stared quietly at the moon outside the window. Wow, why is the moon round and bright tonight? Does the goddess Chang 'e know about our visit? A few days ago, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, didn't the fairy Chang 'e cry because she couldn't find her hometown and hid in Guanghan Palace? I think the high-definition and high-resolution CCD camera installed by scientists on Chang 'e-2 satellite will definitely come in handy this time. You can directly email Chang 'e's life in Guanghan Palace, her inseparable jade rabbit and other scenes to her husband who is far away from the earth-the year after next.
The breeze blew and broke my whimsy. "Make a wish!" This sentence suddenly came to my mind, and my hands were tightly attracted together like magnets, so I silently wished: I hope that with the continuous development of science and technology, human footprints will be printed in every corner of the moon, so that Hou Yi and Chang 'e can realize their dream of reunion as soon as possible.
Recently, Qiu Si's excellent composition 9 feels that everything seems to be against me ―― the Chinese exam has plummeted, my diary has lost its original luster, and the teacher can only sigh when he sees me ... I am very sad!
It's late autumn-a decadent season, and I hate it! Leaves, withered, fell; Flowers, thanks, thanks;
Grass, yellow and lost; Birds, all flew away; People are also depressed ... just like my people-decadent.
Anyway, it's boring to stay at home, so I decided to look at the season associated with my illness. Just after we opened the door, a cold wind poured into our necks. I hate it, they are all "buddies" connected with the same disease, and they want to bully me! So I put on my scarf and went out again.
There was no one outside, only a little rain fell on the ground. I looked up at the sky-the gray, bright blue sky has long since disappeared, and the refreshing wind has turned cold. Walking under a tree, a layer of fallen leaves has accumulated on the ground, which is yellow and disgusting. I stared at the trunk for a long time and suddenly saw a little green. I thought maybe I was hallucinating, so I rubbed my eyes ―― Oh, my God! How can it be? That's obviously a new thing the size of a tea leaf! But this is late autumn!
Then, I understand-there are also leaves in spring and new buds in autumn.
Think like this, the rain seems to have stopped, and the sky seems to be full and bright again. Look at the yellow eyes, maybe there is a lot of green below!
That little green, unremarkable green, with its small body, makes my heart full of vitality!
I have been decadent, but my heart has never been decadent, because my heart is green, my heart is full of vitality and my heart has faith.
I fell asleep watching the new buds on the tree of the mind. In my dream, I saw the beautiful scenery in my life.
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 10 After dinner, I was walking on the boulevard, and a leaf fell and hit my head. I bent down to pick it up from the ground and held it in my hand to study it carefully. It turned out that the leaves had turned yellow, and a night breeze blew, and I suddenly felt a little cold. Oh! "Quite critical", another autumn is coming.
I haven't corresponded with my elderly parents for a long time because I am busy making a living all day. Are my parents in good health? What have you gained in recent years? How are you doing? And does the drought this summer have a great impact on my hometown? Can the blind date in my hometown eat enough ... . Thought of here, I have a lot of thoughts. When I got home, I wrote a letter to my family.
I want to tell the old people about my situation and my children's situation, as well as our living conditions, and review my unfilial to my parents and my failure to write to them often, so that they can miss their children and grandchildren wandering in their hometown. After writing, I folded it and put it in an envelope, sealed it, and prepared to give it to my fellow villagers to take home tomorrow.
The next day, the fellow villagers came. I gave him the letter. He packed his bags and was about to go out. I stopped him again and wanted to come back. Because suddenly I feel that some words are missing, some words are unclear, and there are other inappropriate places. . I decided to rebuild a letter. In order not to delay this fellow countryman's trip, I had to make some changes and give him the letter in a hurry.
After the letter was sent, I was still deeply moved, pretending to write a poem to record my mood:
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 1 1 Autumn is coming, and a cold wind is blowing in Luoyang City. Yellow leaves floating in the wind make me feel extremely desolate and lonely. I can't help but feel homesick and miss my hometown and those folks. ...
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching day by day, and people are happily preparing for the festival. Old people and young people greet each other. I miss my mother and my family far away from home more. Alas, it's really "being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season"! I can only take back this book that I miss being a writer. It's really a pen, so many years of missing have turned into a thousand words, and I don't know where to start. ...
"Mom, how are you? Your son can't go home to see you, he can only reply to messages. It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. How is the family harvest this year? ..... "Repeatedly, I didn't sleep all night.
The next day, as soon as the sun climbed up the mountainside, I gave the letter to the messenger. Just as I was about to say goodbye to him, I took the letter back, opened it, read it again and again, and added, "You should be happy every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ..." After writing this, I gave it to the messenger and watched him get on the horse and fly away.
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 12 A fresh breath of autumn comes to my face, and it seems to be mixed with a little bleak. I went home with my mother this afternoon.
The blue sky outside the window seems to be still. No matter what the speed, it is always blue. The scenery outside the window is flowing rapidly, and all you can capture is those golden eyes. Autumn has finally come.
Country road, 15 minutes' drive, you can already see the direction of home. "Your rice harvest is really early this year!" Mom may be surprised that the neighbor's rice fields are bare. Open the window, slow down and greet her neighbors.
"My rice has also been harvested!" Another turn, our rice fields came into view, and we could not help laughing. Just talking to our neighbors is really puzzling!
Huang Chengcheng's rice was covered in front of the house grain by grain, and it was so full that it seemed to burst its shell. This is the result of grandparents' efforts!
"Come back!" Grandma smiled happily when she saw me coming back. The wrinkles around her eyes are as deep as ditches, which makes me feel a little distressed!
The autumn wind blows head-on, bringing charming rice fragrance. I bent down and held it gently, and my hands were full of autumn breath. Autumn is the harvest season.
Rice slipped through my fingers, although it was slow, but there was an irresistible force. Isn't this just like time? Will slip through your fingers, and no one can stay.
I smiled. Although we can't grasp the time, we can harvest fuller rice through our own efforts, just like hardworking farmers. Our success or failure is not in our own hands? The door to success will only be opened for those who are prepared.
Autumn harvest, let me find the direction of dawn in the long night, in the distance, the huge harvester is still roaring, everything seems to be the same, I looked at the sky and smiled. ...
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 13 The autumn wind has rolled up again in Luoyang City, and the bursts of autumn wind remind me of my long-lost hometown. The leaves on the tree are falling with the wind. Like these leaves, I am moving away from my hometown. Hometown! When can I throw myself into your arms again?
I wrote a letter to my relatives back home. My heart is surging like the sea, and it can't be calm for a long time. I want to use a lot of words to express my homesickness and miss my relatives. Every word I write contains my feelings. After writing the letter, I read it over and over again, feeling happy and happy, and the cheeks of my loved ones came to my mind.
I walked on the road with a letter. Another autumn wind, chilly and comfortable. I opened the letter again, feeling that some places were not written in place, and there was another place that I thought of but forgot to write. After reading it, I read it again, put it under the bed, lay on the bed with peace of mind, thinking about the joy of my loved ones receiving the letter, and immediately wrote back to me ... so happy!
The next day, when I opened my eyes, I thought of the faces, smiles and voices of the people I loved. I feel very affectionate and want me.
I got up at once and began to read my letter from home. I'm worried about what's written in the book, and I'm always uneasy.
Another autumn wind, as if the wind had brought my letter all the way to my hometown. I immediately took the letter and rushed to the postman and gave it to him.
When the postman was leaving, I chased him and asked, "Can you show me my letter again ..."
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 14 Autumn has never been my favorite season. I always disdain to taste, feel and think. However, I have a special feeling about autumn this year.
At night, a sudden heavy rain fluttered between heaven and earth, ticking and dancing like a rhythm. The raindrops on the eaves made a beautiful splash, rolled, and then fell naughtily.
I gently pushed open the window for fear that it would cut off my close contact with the autumn rain. A gust of wind, cool, rushed into my collar, slid across my face and let my hair fly freely. I don't want to close the window, continue to indulge and let autumn surround my whole body. Suddenly I had the idea of autumn.
I used to stubbornly think that I was in summer, some impetuous, some enthusiastic and some impulsive. However, looking at this year's autumn rain, I think quietly and gradually find that I have shed my immature coat and have an adult lifestyle. Although this is not what I want, it is like a caterpillar breaking its cocoon to become a butterfly. And I, after flashy spring and restless summer, now have a quiet, mature and gloomy autumn.
I think I really belong to autumn.
On the west side of Qiu Si Excellent Composition 15, a sunset came obliquely from the barren hills, and the ground was blood red.
The rustling autumn wind came at me, as if eroding me mercilessly. I walked alone in a foreign land, accompanied only by the scrawny horse. Wandering for many days, it is as tired as me. I dragged it forward step by step, hoping to stay at someone else's house for one night, but in front of this desolate ancient road, there seems to be no end in sight. Just like my mind, I don't know if I can see the sunrise the next day, so I have to take it one step at a time.
I led my horse to an old Gu Teng tree, and when I saw those fragile dead branches, I couldn't help thinking that he was so full of vitality when he was young. Now, this tree has lost its luster in his later years, and there is no shadow of life in it. The vines around have withered, and it looks windy! At that time, it was so full of vitality! Because it grows so fast and climbs so high against the tree!
When I am old, I can't stand the wind and rain any more, so I can only wait silently for the arrival of death.
The crow's cry broke the silent sky at dusk. Although it doesn't show much vitality, the crow's cry alone is so monotonous.
I pulled the horse and walked to a crystal clear stream. On the stream, there is a small wooden bridge only one foot wide. This wooden bridge is rugged and extremely simple. The stream is flowing, so beautiful that it seems to flow into my heart.
A few wisps of white smoke floated in the evening sky, and the fragrance of rice came to my face. I looked back and a family of four were smiling at the pale yellow window paper. Looking back at myself, I am very lonely. Even with the horse, I don't feel a trace of warmth. My home is in a distant hometown.
Heartbroken people are in the end of the world, wandering, wandering into the distance.