Everyone's mind is more or less recorded with unforgettable things. Unforgettable things happening around me are increasing every day, such as the recent earthquake in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province, which is my most unforgettable thing at present.
These days, looking at the pictures in the computer where you are going, how many worrying tears have we shed; These days, I watched how many compatriots left us, but there was nothing I could do. These days, too much love has touched our people's hearts and twisted our/kloc-0.3 billion people's hearts together; These days, we pray for our families. ...
In countless pictures, the child is the one that I will never forget. Because children are the flowers of the motherland and the masters of the future, their childish faces are now buried in a large area of collapsed school buildings. We used to be children, we all knew how to play, we all had innocent smiles, but all the time that belonged to them disappeared in an instant, but all of them became unforgettable memories, and all of them became the most painful memories of those who loved them.
On May 18, the State Council announced for the first time that May 19 to 2 1 Sunday would be a national mourning day to express the deep condolences of the people of all ethnic groups in China for the victims of the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan. This natural disaster is always the pain of China people, and it is also the most unforgettable thing, which also has an important impact on future generations. On this day, its significance did not even tilt to the victims; On this day, each of us will observe a moment of silence for the ordinary victims and measure the weight of an ordinary citizen on a national political balance: on this day, we will clearly engrave "people-oriented" on the historical calendar.
200805 12 1428, this is not an ordinary twelve Arabic numerals, but their birthdays are the same. All China will remember it, and I will never forget it! Silence, only three minutes, mourning day, only three days. But these three minutes, these three days, will affect our lives.
This natural disaster, let us know that unity is strength, "one side is in trouble, all sides support"; Let us know how to cherish and respect life; Let us understand how to love this country and treat our compatriots in the face of disasters and in our daily work and life.
In these short seven days, our hearts are very heavy. Besides limited donations and blood flowing into the blood bank, what else can we do to express our tears and sadness? Carve unforgettable pictures in my words to express my feelings, record it, and make it an unforgettable past and an indelible memory in my mind.
Article 2: Write an 800-word composition.
"Where is the waste? Which family is wasteful? Cartons, plastic bottles, plastic pipes! "
Strong local flavor, such a local accent is not unheard of, but I have never listened so carefully, and I am very curious. Turning my head, I saw a pair of badly damaged canvas shoes, whose uppers were covered with oil stains and dust, but I could vaguely tell that they were a pair of white canvas shoes, a pair of navy polyester pants, and a dyed work clothes with a red rope hanging around the waist.
With the sudden "crunch" sound, the tricycle stopped beside my car.
The old man propped himself up with his hands and landed quietly with his feet. He bent down, tied the tricycle with a small chain and then tied the key back to his waist with difficulty. He raised his head, his muddy eyes met my slightly inquiring eyes, and he simply smiled. He lost a lot of teeth and didn't fill them. He just grinned, like a decorative trace of wind and frost. I looked blankly for a while, and then smiled politely. He turned to my basket again, and I followed his line of sight. Oh, it turned out that I was lying there with the remaining half bottle of water. I looked at him, blushing for some reason, and suddenly understood his thoughts. I grabbed the bottle in my right hand and handed it to him: "Here you are". He smiled shyly, took the bottle and wiped it on the corner with his trembling hand, as if he thought of something, and immediately handed it to me. I quickly waved my hand: "No, Grandpa, you can take this water if you don't dislike it. I'm not thirsty anymore. " He smiled, and his wrinkled forehead showed traces of years. He patted the bottle with his hand and said, "You are really a good girl." He stuffed the bottle into the red cloth bag hanging on the handlebar, turned his head and said confidently, "Girl, watch the car for me and I'll collect the bottle, okay?" Because my sister danced before school, I replied, "Oh."
He limped into the alley and asked from door to door, "Is there any waste to sell?" Thin, with gray hair. When I came back, my dark face was covered with fine sweat, but the whole person looked clean. He untied the red rope one by one from his waist, untied the chain one by one, tied the red rope back to his waist one by one, tied the recycled waste with hemp rope, carefully loaded it into the car, and then rode on a tricycle with red paint falling off. Then he nodded at me, stepped on the pedal and walked away.
I often see such an old man in my life, but he impressed me deeply: a gray autumn frost, a face highlighted by years, uneven teeth, lost work clothes, navy polyester pants, black and white canvas shoes, keys hanging on a string of red ropes all the time, and that kind of infectious simple smile.
Article 3: Write an 800-word composition.
During the winter vacation, many interesting things happened, such as making a snowman, having a snowball fight and setting off fireworks ... but what impressed me most was the experience of going to the museum.
The museum is located in the southwest corner of the new municipal government. The first and second floors are exhibition halls with the background of Eagle City culture and history. The first and second exhibition halls are located on the first floor, and the third and fourth exhibition halls are located on the second floor. The third and fourth floors are Pingdingshan Urban Planning Exhibition Hall. From the first exhibition hall to the fourth exhibition hall, it seems to be primitive civilization
The first exhibition hall naturally shows primitive civilization. As soon as I went in, I saw an old bone flute lying there. Its surface is rough, but the small holes on it caught my attention. In primitive times, how did primitive people drill these precise holes to make a hollow bone make a beautiful sound? This aroused my interest, and I stared at this worn bone flute carefully. Suddenly, I saw strange lines around those holes, and I thought: Is this the "magic weapon" used by primitive people to locate the holes? I asked my father, and he said, "These lines should be used to determine the flute holes." I was very excited to hear his answer. Then, I found the spicule mentioned in our history textbook. It is thin, like a fishbone, but there is a small hole in the back ... I can't help admiring the wisdom of primitive people.
Then we went to the second exhibition hall, which tells the history of Britain. Haha, no wonder we are called Eagle City, but it used to be called Yingguo! Soon, I was attracted by an eagle carved from white jade. It spread its wings and tilted its head to one side. This is the carved eagle of Baiyu Line, the treasure of the town hall. It is carved with the best Hetian jade in Xinjiang, with exquisite patterns on it. Vivid, lifelike, not to mention how beautiful. Then, I saw a small fish carved in jade, just like willow leaves, oh no, smaller than willow leaves, with beautiful patterns engraved on it, which surprised me.
Then we visited the third and fourth exhibition halls. The third and fourth exhibition halls describe the glory here from the early Spring and Autumn Period to the Tang and Song Dynasties. The cultural relics inside are equally exquisite and full of the crystallization of people's wisdom. Those bronze mirrors, porcelain, Buddha statues, bells and weapons also feasted my eyes.
This is the hall that records Pingdingshan's long history and splendid culture! You can also come and have a look at it in your spare time. I believe you will gain something!
Article 4: Write an 800-word composition
Chinese New Year, Chinese New Year! Men, women and children have countless things to do. We children are usually busy setting off firecrackers, earning lucky money and occasionally helping adults do something. Adults mainly pack jiaozi and red envelopes to prepare for the Chinese New Year. Everyone is busy!
On the 28th of this day, at 7: 30 in the morning, I was fast asleep in bed. Dad came into my room, patted me on the back and said, "Look, the sun is shining on my ass, and I still can't get up." Get up and eat. After dinner, let's stick couplets together. " I suddenly sat up from the bed and asked curiously, "why do you want to post couplets?" Why does every household post couplets? " ? Can you not post it? "Dad smiled and said," As long as you get up for dinner, I'll tell you when you post couplets later. Get up quickly. "
After dinner, I put up couplets with my parents and grandpa. I thought disapprovingly: Isn't it just putting up couplets? Is it necessary to get so excited? I'm not lonely enough. Dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "I'll tell you now why we put up Spring Festival couplets in the New Year, which is related to the exorcism of the ancient" Fu Tao ". The ancients had a limited level of science and technology and thought that human diseases and disasters were caused by ghosts. During the Chinese New Year, in order to resist their intrusion, people hang red wooden boards with the function of avoiding evil spirits at the door, and at the same time write the names of Door God Tea and Lei Yu on the mahogany boards respectively. So evil spirits can't come to the door. These mahogany boards were called "peach symbols", and later they were replaced by red paper. When they were written, they became Spring Festival couplets. Now, although people already know that there are no ghosts to worship, they still keep the custom of posting Spring Festival couplets during the Spring Festival until today. " "Oh, I see." I suddenly realized.
Start posting couplets. I tear the tape, my mother takes the couplets, and my grandparents stick them. In a short time, we will finish posting soon. I jumped up and said, "the last few, I can do it alone, there are not so many people." "Ok, let you try!" Mom said with a smile. I am ecstatic. I started posting without saying anything. I pressed the couplet against the wall and there was only one hand left. I can't just bite the tape with my mouth. I finally bit it off and pasted it immediately, but it was not well pasted, which wrinkled the couplet. Dad, mom and grandpa all laughed. I bowed my head helplessly.
In the end, there is only one word "fu" left. I hope they can help me this time. Just as my mother posted it, I shouted, "Down, down." Mom turned her head and said, "No, you see, this' blessing' is posted, which is homophonic-blessing is a custom." "Oh, I see." I suddenly realized.
In this way, we finished posting couplets.