At sunset, it finally put away the last ray of light, the moon has not yet come out, leaving only a miserable red cloud on the horizon.

It's getting dark, and the cold wind can't wait to pour into every corner of the city. It is late at night.

The moon has not come out yet. In the dark sky, in this boundless sky, only countless stars are shining. There are no clouds in Wan Li tonight. Talk to the stars.

When the sun sets, it finally puts away its last ray of light. The moon has not yet come out, leaving a miserable red cloud on the horizon.

It's getting dark, and the cold wind can't wait to pour into every corner of the city. It is late at night.

I mumbled strangely, "How come I haven't seen the moon for a long time?" Suddenly, a long sigh came from the distant horizon? It's the stars sighing. I asked strangely, "Star, what's wrong with you? What about the moon? Why is it gone? " The stars are silent, hanging their heads and blinking, and there is no light in their eyes. I asked again, "Aren't you good friends? Why are they all gone now? " The stars are dark. However, after so long, the stars are still waiting here …

Friendship is sincere and precious, even if you have gone for thousands of years, it can remain in your heart.

I asked, "Why?" The star finally spoke: "I don't know, but suddenly one day, the moon will not come out again." "Hmm ..." I wanted to keep asking, but the stars didn't stop. "I looked for her for a long time, but I couldn't find her. The sun is also looking for it. All our stars are looking for it.

Friendship needs mutual tolerance and mutual tolerance. You should always stand in the friend's point of view and think more about your friends. Don't be just "one person". You know, your friends care about you.

I also sighed: "How close you used to be, but now you are strangers. You all have separation, not to mention us mortals? " After a long time, the star said a poem: "Late autumn dusk clouds, leaves do not know." If you don't think about it, you will lose it. If you don't think about it, you will lose it! " "Good poem, was it written by yourself?" Stars and dots: "But there is no doubt ..." "Why?" I asked in surprise. "No topic can represent the pain of losing a friend!" The star cried, and a faint pain swept over his face, short and dignified.

The burden of friendship should not be borne by one party. Such friendship is not friendship. If there is love in the sky, if there is old age in the sky, people will suffer because of love and be happy because of love. Friendship should be happy, not painful for one party.

"I'll help you find it!" I consoled. The star was silent, and he seemed unwilling to talk to a stranger again. I held his hand, hoping it would make him believe me. I said, "If I help you find the moon, what do you want to say to her?" I believe that I don't understand: "Why are you helping me?" "Because I'm going through the same thing as you, we're both unhappy-until the end of time!" I answered, but I was already crying unconsciously.

The star spoke: "I, I want to say to her, Moon, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened between us, but whatever it is, we should face it together and solve it together, shouldn't we?" We are friends, and friends should be friends, not strangers, right? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Every night, I always look at the sky alone, hoping you can come out. You can't live without the moon at night. I really hope you can come back and be good friends again. I have changed, I hope you can accept me again and get to know me again ... "Then he cried and said no more. He turned his back and flew back to the horizon to look for the moon, leaving a long golden tear. ...

Satisfied, please adopt.

Some people provided me with a model essay on dialogue. I hope you don't laugh. My suggestion is to write a dialogue. The theme can be to look at yourself, such as talking to your heart. It can be something that inspires you deeply. It can be reading comprehension. You can express the author's influence on you through a non-existent cross-time and cross-regional dialogue with him. You can also write novels. Children from a single-parent family. The story of growing up on the road of life through the dialogue of the late father's diary, you mainly expressed the ideal and strength of the child and the encouragement of the diary dialogue to him in the face of difficulties. I think it can be said that only through dialogue can human beings have the spark of thought and the integration of culture, but it is difficult to find the viewpoints and materials suitable for proof. The theme of the play expresses the importance of dialogue by describing the plight of two people who can't speak. I hope it will inspire you and wish you a smooth thinking.

I love the summer sky, tranquility is her nature, and the morning star in Qian Qian is her ornament.

Because of her, lonely people are not lonely, and lonely people are not lonely.

In the world, many things will encounter accidents at any time.

The first flower will not wither under the impact of heavy rain; Sails on a long voyage will sink in rough waves.

Life is fragile. An accident can make it disappear.

However, as long as he injects the soul of hope, he can transcend failure and even death.

Just like the stars in the night sky, the little flame of hope will not be extinguished because of darkness, just like the lights on Sicily, which shine all night, even if there is only a faint light.

When confused, the stars that night are like fireflies in reeds.

Looking up at the stars is like sliding into the swamp of thoughts, struggling hopelessly, but sinking deeper and deeper.

Is it really over? Definitely not.

It suddenly dawned on me that this was only a short-term confusion, and there will be many times in the future.

But with hope, every star will be a beacon in despair, illuminating the road ahead and the other side of the waves.

The night elf once said to me: Faith is not a flying spark, but a blazing fire. It has been guiding my future voyage, holding my hand and moving forward together.

When I am lonely, there are stars to comfort me. Although there are thousands of miles of Wan Li, I can always hear its words-life is just a lonely boat in Wang Yang, and it will never stop unless the stars stop shining.

However, the stars will never fall to the end of the world, and this lonely boat will never drift to the ends of the earth.

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An 800-word composition with the theme of dialogue "Who are you?" A voice sounded in my ear, illusory, dreamy and real.

I lie sprawled on the bed and often sigh: "I am a creature, a native, a citizen of China, a student, a daughter, a customer ... I am Yu!" I talked a lot, but I fell into the same question as Susan: Who am I? This is a simple but complicated question. It is clear, but it reminds me day after day ... I am a daughter, I have a happy family, and I have parents who love me.

But ... but I have never been considerate of my parents and don't understand their lifelong wishes.

I want to be a filial daughter, but I often ignore my parents' love. Does it mean that when we get older, participants will take it for granted that their parents' love is coming?

But one day I left, I couldn't take anything with me, only my parents' love ... I am a student, I study hard to sprint the ideal high school, and I study hard to lay the most satisfactory foundation for my future life.

I expect to be a good student in my teacher's heart and a good classmate in my friend's eyes.

But I don't want to let the footprints of growth only stay in the pile of books.

I am ... contradictory.

I am a friend, I don't understand what others think of me, but at least I think I am a friend who meets the standard: I will share my friends' troubles when they are sad; When they are happy, I will accompany them to find the source of happiness ... I am a competent friend, at least in my opinion.

I started walking towards the balcony, and the moonlight shone slightly. I sighed again, and it was still quiet around ... "Who are you?" The voice rang again, but it was emphasized.

I didn't answer, but suddenly I smiled: I see, I am myself, a life that no one in the world can replace, roaming in my own world, and occasionally looking back at where I stopped, then I will move on without regrets.

"Who are you?" It's ringing again, very loudly.

I took a deep breath: "I am myself, and no one can replace me."

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What is the composition of the dialogue and the dialogue with dead wood wandering on the ancient tree-lined road, with the weather wet and gloomy.

The shadow of ancient wood always gives people a feeling of depression. Looking up, I can't see the sun. I can only see the vigorous arms of the ancient trees stretching in the air, and I look down silently at the lush moss stretching into the distance intermittently.

The poet said that this is the artistic conception.

The ancient wood is vigorous and powerful, and the branches of large and small are endless in the air. History has quietly arranged the fields of life for him.

I can only look up at him and look at him.

I saw it, and the ancient gods scanned me with sharp eyes, disdainful and condescending.

I dare not confront such eyes, because I am undoubtedly a loser in the confrontation-a complete and complete loser.

I seem to feel like I'm going to collapse. The head-on blow is a sense of smallness and loss that I want to stop.

Philosophers say that this is the distance between heart and heart.

I can't cross this spiritual gap. I don't like this way of communication. I am angry with the hierarchy of the world! I quickened my pace.

At this time, it was near dusk, and the rain and fog rose slightly from the ground, decorating the narrow path with mysterious colors.

In the dim light, I saw a rickety figure standing quietly beside the ancient wood group, humble and serene. It was dead wood.

I stopped in awe and looked at him quietly.

Dead wood is the most solemn historical witness.

For thousands of years, wind, frost, rain and snow have been passers-by in his life, and his old body is the accumulation of history. He gave silently, but what did history leave him? There is only one body that can be destroyed and collapsed? No, there is also an interpretation of life and life.

He is tolerant and peaceful, and never gets conceited because of his rich experience; He has no condescending attitude. Laughing at everything is the rule of his life.

I quietly looked up at the dead wood, and the oppressive feeling from the attack disappeared. There is only wordless relaxation and comfort in my heart.

Rotten wood is still like this, shouldn't we humans be like this? Although people have status, reputation and ability, their personalities should be equal, and we should have understanding and respect for each other in our hearts.

I feel relieved.

Farewell to the dead wood, the night has gradually arrived.

Dead wood used to stand like this, and will stand silently in the future.

I sincerely pray for him.

When I was a child, my mother gave me a book, 300 Tang Poems, which fascinated me. From then on, a naughty boy was missing from the children who played in the hall all day, but a small figure was missing from the quiet library. Three hundred Tang poems lit up my heart like a ray of sunshine through the window. In the communication with the classics, I chanted "such a bright line at the foot of the bed" and I entered the classic world. So far, I have read many classic poems, including Bai Juyi's grass "Before the Mountain Fire Ends, the Spring Breeze Blows High", which is ingenious in conception and rigorous in structure. There are neat antitheses and beautiful sentences, such as Du Fu's quatrain, "Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets rise to the sky"; There is a feeling of blending scenes. Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou on the Yellow Crane Tower", "Sailing alone in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky". Every poem seems to take me back to that era and feel the joys and sorrows of them and the poets. Today I want to share with you a poem I like very much, Lu You, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. "When you die, you know that everything is empty, and you see Kyushu's sorrow." During the Southern Song Dynasty, due to the invasion of Jin Bing, a large area of land in the northern part of Song State was occupied by Jin Fu Hu Dian Ju Jiao Dian and Dong Mao Bing, and the country split. Lu You, a patriotic poet, left his last poem before his death. He is still worried about the victory of the Northern Expedition and the reunification of the motherland. At the beginning of the poem, I know that everything can be free after death, but I can't let go of one thing, that is, the corrupt land has not been restored and the reunification of China has not been seen. He looks forward to reunification after death. So he told his descendants not to forget to tell him at that time, because he firmly believed that one day, he would wait for this day underground. The poet has unshakable confidence in the final victory. This poem truly expresses the poet's feelings before his death. It is sad to read, but it is also very passionate. The language is natural, there is no carving, and the true feelings are revealed, which makes this poem a patriotic poem that has been sung through the ages. Reading this poem reminds me of the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC) in June, 65438. I was so excited and proud of the neat team and strong steel lineup. In my heart, I sincerely wish the motherland peaceful reunification. Classics are like my inseparable partners, accompanying me to swim in the ocean of knowledge. Classics are like my good teachers, teaching me to love my motherland, my hometown and my life. Classics have accompanied me from the past, growing all the way, and will also accompany me to the future.

Write a dialogue composition (1) A foreigner travels to Tangshan and lives in a local farmhouse.

I woke up in the morning and saw a cat in the yard, so I teased the cat. At this time, the old lady of this family came out and said, "What should I do if I mess up the cat?" When I came out, I thought it was "good morning" and said "good morning!" In the evening, grandma saw foreigners washing clothes again and said, "What about playing with clothes?" The foreigner quickly replied, "Good evening" is admirable in his heart. China people are so amazing that even the old lady can speak English so well! Late at night, the foreigner made a glass of milk and was ready to go to bed after drinking it. The old lady saw it again and asked the foreigner, "Where is the milk?" When foreigners hear it, they can even say "good night", and they are completely confused.

(2) With the success of the Olympic bid and China's entry into WTO, one day, the chairman asked the board members to study English hard, and he took the first class himself.

The chairman wrote a sentence on the blackboard: How are you? Then he looked at the members below and said, "Who will translate this sentence?" .

As a result, no one responded, and the chairman was a little unhappy. Can't such a simple sentence work? So the chairman named director Li to translate.

Director Li stood up and stammered, "I know all these three words, but it's just ... what are they together?" Meaning? The chairman was very angry, but it was inconvenient to attack, so he had to say, "Try again!" " So I wrote a sentence on the blackboard: How old are you? Director Li replied, "Why you?" (3) One day when Brother Tianjin was learning English, he remembered to ask what the price was.

I bought food in the market the next day, thinking about showing off, I asked: Is it delicious? The vegetable seller is stupefied! I thought it was wrong, so I asked: Is it delicious? After thinking about it, no, ask: Is it delicious? Ji Xianlin: Xin Wei, now that you are the interviewer and I am the interviewee, can you ask me and answer? Xin Wei: OK.

Ji Xianlin: Then feel free to ask.

Xin Wei: Grandpa, when I was young, you said that when you were young, you were most interested in reading leisure books. You like reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and you can remember the names of fugitives.

Grandpa, I'm just like you. I like reading leisure books best.

Once in a math class, I looked down at the Water Margin and recited 100 and the seats of 8 generals while watching, which was discovered by the teacher.

Dad hit me for the first time after knowing this. Although it didn't hurt at all, I haven't seen the Water Margin since.

Ji Xianlin: (Laughter) My parents were away when I was a child, and my uncle didn't care much about me, but I wasn't allowed to read casual books.

What do we do? We don't go home after school, and we secretly hide in a place to read idle books.

I read a lot of light books, including Gong Peng Case, Biography of the Duke of Ji, Shi Gong Case and Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses.

I advocate reading leisure books. Why? Tell me, Xin Wei, how can I write this article well? Xin Wei: I think this should be something.

Ji Xianlin: That's right.

Writer Lu Xun once said that the most reliable thing to write a good article is to read more books.

I watched it with a sister when I was a child. There is a big bucket of white flour under the table at home. When my uncle came, I quickly hid the idle books in the vat. On the table, there are all classes.

Xin Wei: Grandpa, I like Chinese, but I'm not good at math.

Ji Xianlin: It's good to like Chinese, but Chinese is better and math is better.

Young people in 2 1 century should be literate and rational.

So, whether you like it or not, you must learn math well.

Recently, a class was held in Tsinghua University, and all the students were excellent students. It is proposed to cultivate talents who are well versed in Chinese and western cultures, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

In my opinion, these two links are not enough, and a link between arts and sciences should be added.

Three links, this is the youth of 2 1 century.

Xin Wei: Chinese and western, ancient and modern, arts and sciences, I remember.

Grandpa, someone told my mother to find me a good foreign language teacher as soon as possible. She said that it is never cold to learn a foreign language at the age of 12.

Grandpa, you speak so many foreign languages. Do you think they are right? Ji Xianlin: Not necessarily 12 years old. Of course, learning early is better than learning late.

Learning the pronunciation of a foreign language has a lot to do with the mother tongue. People in some places have too strong accents to learn.

Ancient prose is also very important.

In my opinion, it is the minimum requirement for a child to write 200 poems and 50 ancient prose on horseback.

A book was recently published to encourage children to recite poems.

Let me make a suggestion. We should publish another collection of essays, select some from the viewpoints of China's ancient literature, and add some notes.

I recited it when I was a child and I can't forget it.

Xin Wei: Recite 200 poems and 50 ancient prose!

Persuade "Grandpa, don't smoke!" Persuasive composition in the form of dialogue (not less than 500 words) I speak fast.

It was grandpa's first day in our house to see grandma, so he started smoking and threw the ash underground.

"It's okay.

"Grandpa said indifferently.

"Smoking will damage your health, so you can't smoke.

In addition, if the ash is thrown into the ground, it is not easy to clean up.

"I'll pretend to be angry.

"Not afraid not afraid, grandpa this age, can't resign, I quit and live a few years.

Yes, Yingying, just let Grandpa suck enough! Just let your grandmother sweep the dust.

"Grandpa immediately gave me a smile, and then continue to smoke.

My words go in one ear and out the other.

"No way.

"I said decisively, still very firmly:" My father gave up smoking before I was born, for fear of damaging his health. Can't you? You are my father's father, and my son has made a good start. As a father and my good grandfather, don't you feel guilty? My grandpa, good grandpa.

Why don't you bite the bullet and it's over? "I don't think it's hard, so I have to be soft.

I saw grandpa hesitated, pretending to be surprised and saying, "Oh, grandpa, do you know?" "What?" Grandpa is a little confused.

I think: smoking is too harmful, especially nicotine, which is very harmful to people, and grandpa doesn't like to listen to lectures.

I rolled my eyes.

By the way, don't talk big. I used my unique skill: glib tongue.

Hit grandpa with fallacies.

I said confidently, "Grandpa, you smoke one cigarette for one person, but we smoke, and one person smokes seven cigarettes for seven people."

Look, I can't smoke.

You want me to smoke a lot, it's killing me! "I'm too charming.

"This, this ..." Grandpa also lost his position at that time.

I added insult to injury: "Grandpa, look, I smoke seven cigarettes alone, and grandma, dad and mom are twenty-one." If you let dad smoke again, it won't be a problem of 21st, it will be a problem of 210th? How serious is this! " Although my mouth is very serious, my heart is very happy.

"Yes, yes!" Mom and dad hurry to help, while the iron is hot.

Grandpa hesitated for a moment and said, "well, I'll bite my teeth and quit smoking!" " ""oh! " I cheered.

Everyone laughed.

How did I do as a persuader? Can you give me a score? One sunny noon, I was walking when I suddenly found my neighbor Xiao Li picking flowers. I was a little angry and thought, "No matter how small you are, you shouldn't pick flowers!" How hard the gardeners have worked for the flowers in the garden! "I wanted to talk about her when I thought about it, but then I thought," Persuade is better than talk, and persuasion can make her accept it. However, maybe she will still hate me, so let me persuade her! " So, I walked up to Xiaoli in three steps and said, "Xiaoli, don't pick it." Look how beautiful this flower is! """I only picked them because they are beautiful!" "Lily, do you think that if you pick so many flowers every day, the flowers will be picked one day.

At that time, others will not see the flowers, and the flowers you picked will die because you left your mother. Can you still smell the flowers and see the delicate flowers? ""no! " Xiaoli simply replied.

"That's right, so let's stop picking flowers, shall we?" I went on to advise.

"Wait a minute, sister, what do you mean by that mother?" Xiaoli lifted up her face and asked innocently.

"The mother belongs to flowers. This is called dirt. If flowers leave the soil and roots, they can't live.

""ah! I don't want it, I won't pick it! " "Well, my sister takes you to see the flowers! "I led Xiaoli and introduced her to all kinds of flowers while watching.

I think today's flowers are particularly beautiful and fragrant.

I am a small pencil. Ten days ago, I finally left the shelf, was put into the little master's bag and walked out of the supermarket.

I found a strong sense of belonging in the young master's home.

Yes, I have a master! The young master holds me every day, holds me tightly in his hand, and often pours lead into my stomach.

I don't feel tired at all, but I am very happy.

I shouted to my master, "master, I love you." Please feel free to use me. I hope I will stay in your hands forever and never part! " "Although I can't hear a word when I shout, I am very happy because I know that the little master likes me very much.

However, the good times did not last long. A few days later, I was put into my master's pencil box and brought to school.

Then in an elective course, the host left me on the table in an unknown classroom.

I'm so sad, so wronged and helpless-why don't I have a leg? So at least there is a chance to return to the young master! Now I'm being used by another person. He seems to be glad that "a pie fell from the sky" and God gave him a pen for nothing.

Alas! When can I go back to the young master? I went home with the man who picked me up that day, hum! He used me to help him with his homework for two hours in a row! Unconsciously, it was evening, and a bright moon rose and hung high in the air.

I was lying on the desk in that man's room and vaguely saw the bright moon. I shouted, "Master, are you watching the bright moon at the window now?" I miss you so much! "I lay there crying and sobbing alone, but no one answered.

The next day, the man suddenly showed mercy and found my little master and returned me to him.

If I had legs, I could jump more than one meter high happily now! However, when I returned to my master's pencil case, I found that he had bought a new pencil. It looks much newer than me, and it works well. My master often uses it instead of me ... the master ignores me and doesn't even touch me.

Two or three days later, I was abandoned by my young master in an obscure corner of his house. On the same day, I was swept away by the little master's mother and thrown into the trash can, and the little master did not intend to take me back.

I lay alone in the garbage, thinking that "pen farming life" turned out to be so painful. The last young master took me home, but he liked the new and hated the old, and my work experience ended in ten days.

People nowadays don't know how to cherish their possessions. Don't they know that even the grass and trees have life and feelings? I no longer have hope for the "pen saint". How heartless the world is, I might as well lie on the bookshelf forever. ...

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