I have always felt that I am an unsympathetic person, because I feel that I am an ordinary person. I think those public welfare or charitable things should be done by those rich people, so just mind your own business. However, when you encounter something unpleasant, you may feel inexplicable pity compared with those who are in a worse situation.
That night, I had a quarrel with my mother at home. I rushed out of the house willfully, first running, then walking slowly when I was tired of running. Unconsciously, I walked to the bridge next to the school. At this time, my eyes searched aimlessly for everything I met, and finally I was attracted by a ragged scavenger. Scavengers are no different from the scavengers I have always seen, but as mentioned above, I have some sympathy for his special situation.
I looked at him and stopped. He hobbled to a green dustbin, looking for hope of survival with mocking eyes, and leaned over to fiddle with the contents of the dustbin. Obviously, he didn't find what he was looking for, so he walked with his head down on the ground and continued to look for it. He walked slowly for fear of missing his prey. I followed him, neither fast nor slow. I really wanted to give him 5 yuan's money in my pocket, but I didn't put it into action after all, and I didn't want to say that I was afraid of hurting his self-esteem. We walked from one side of the bridge to the other together. He stopped suddenly, turned around and walked back. I thought he found me. I pretended to be okay and walked straight over and staggered for more than ten meters. I turned around and stopped. Seeing him walk to the bridge, facing the darkness and shaking his pants, I realized that he was going to pee (⊙⊙⊙ B Khan). Just then, a couple walked by me, and the man actually turned to pee (⊙ o ⊙ O ⊙o⊙)… ................................................................................................................................ It only costs a few cents to pee. This is the problem of scavengers. Is it also a man's problem?
I stopped watching it. This is the world. I don't remember reading a sentence somewhere: it is impossible to think that everyone and everything in the world are in line with your wishes. I don't think God's plan to create the world makes you satisfied with everything God has created. After all, there are different opinions.
But there are still some problems. I don't want to talk about it. At least I can express my opinion. Even if not many people agree, I can applaud myself and sing Qianshan!
Composition of Nocturnal Walking 2 I read an article the other day entitled "Curious Nocturnal Walking on the Grass", which deeply touched me. This article mainly tells the story of an old Red Army who died heroically to get the little Red Army out of the grass during the Long March.
I read: "the dry food has long been eaten and the belt has been cooked." The x-rays and bullets on my back are like a mountain, which makes me breathless. I am hungry and walk forward step by step with my stiff legs. " My eyes are full of tears, and I can't help feeling a great admiration for this little soldier. What a tenacious little soldier this is! Faced with great difficulties, he walked forward firmly. He is really a strong and brave man. However, in my study, this kind of thing often happens. I remember once, several of our classmates went to learn the Olympic Mathematics together. We came to the office of Chunyu School, put down our schoolbags and ran out to play. Only Li stayed in the office, absorbed in the Olympic math problem that Teacher Zhou didn't say. His left hand touched his forehead, his right hand held a pen, and a layer of draft paper was piled on the table next to him. I saw several wrinkles on Li's forehead. I walked up to him gently and said, "Li, you are in trouble. Let me help you. " He shook his head and said, "Thank you, I will succeed." After a while, he overcame many difficulties and finally solved it. Through this example, I know that as long as I overcome many difficulties, I will succeed.
After learning the article "Walking on the Grass at Night", I got a great education and learned a truth from it: Difficulties are like a "paper tiger". What is frightened by the "paper tiger" is the coward's behavior, which will surely accomplish nothing; If the greater the difficulty, the less you bow to it and the more you can overcome it, then you will surely become a winner.
On Christmas Eve, the teacher asked us to write down our names and wishes on the wish note, then put the note in the wish box, and each of us drew another wish note. I drew Cui's. Her wish is to have a princess dress. I started painting when I got home from school. I drew two different skirts. I hope she likes them. What an interesting Christmas! Christmas Eve Action-Gifts for Good Friends On Christmas Eve, the teacher asked us to write down our names and wishes on paper and then put them in a box. Now let's draw one in order. I drew Zhou Haoze's wish. His wish is a handmade kitten. The teacher said, "You can do it at school or at home." After school, we each hold the wishes of our classmates. At home, I drew a kitten, cut it out and pasted it on the paper given by the teacher. The next day, we gave our classmates' gifts to the teacher and started the class. The teacher gave gifts to every student. I am very grateful to Lu Yunmeng for making me a necklace. Whether it looks good or not, it is also a gift from my classmates. Thank you for the necklace made by Lu Yunmeng. I am really happy today! This is the best gift I have ever received.
Christmas Eve Action-Gifts for Good Friends On Christmas Eve, the teacher asked us to write down our wishes on a piece of paper. Then press 1 to draw lots from 38, each person draws one, and then help him realize his wish. I drew Ding Xinping's. Her wish is to have a paper necklace. I first took out a piece of paper, drew a necklace on it, cut it out, and then stuck it on cardboard and gave it to her. Today, I am very happy, because others also gave me my favorite gift! Christmas Eve Action-Gifts for Good Friends On Christmas Eve, the teacher asked us to write down our names and wishes on a piece of paper. After writing, the teacher asked us to put our wishes in a big paper box, and the teacher also asked us to draw a wish in the order of 1 to 38. I painted Wen Jiayin's wish. Her wish is: a skirt. When I got home, I painted every place carefully. I drew some ribbons first, then some gift boxes, and finally drew a skirt. Tomorrow I will give my skirt to Wen Jiayin, and Li Haoyang will give me a present. I am very happy. Today is really a happy day. Christmas Eve Action-Gifts for Good Friends On Christmas Eve, the teacher asked us to write down our names and wishes on a piece of paper. After writing, we shook them in the box and asked all the students to take notes. We will help whoever we draw realize our wishes. I painted Han's wish. She wants a pair of flying shoes. My mother and I drew her a pair of shoes with wings, wrote a poem, drew lace and colored it. The next day, I gave her my flying shoes. She said thanks, but I said you're welcome. Today is really a beautiful day.
Christmas Eve Action-Gifts for Good Friends On Christmas Eve, the teacher asked us to write down our names and wishes on a piece of paper. The teacher asked us to fold the paper in half and put it in a box. We draw lots in the order of 1-38, and each person draws one. I painted Ma Junjie's wish; I want a remote-controlled plane. I first drew the wing of the plane, and the second part took the fuselage and remote control of the plane. The next day, I gave Ma Junjie a present, and he was very happy. I also received the gift I wanted. I am very happy!
Christmas Eve Action-Gifts for Good Friends On Christmas Eve, the teacher asked us to write down our wishes on a piece of white paper and then put them in a box. We draw out our wishes one by one according to the order of student number 1-38, and then go to the podium and say the drawn wishes and names loudly. I drew the wish of Yang Orange. Her wish is to get a magic pen from Ma Liang. When I got home, I drew it first. We gave the picture to the teacher, and then the teacher showed it to me. Later, Ma Yuzhe realized my wish. I am happy and a little angry because he painted me naked, with big and small eyes and five lines on my head. But I know that he paints seriously, and I am still very happy. I am very happy on Christmas Eve! Everyone is very happy!
Composition at night 4 Raindrops wash the sky, and the gray sky draws a net of Zhang Jingying. Gray sadness gradually spread, pervading the whole universe, and the rain danced rhythmically on the ground, leaving only a suffocating silence.
Walking on the way home, my sleeves are swaying in the wind, and under the dim street lamp, there is only a little bit of me and my little shadow, that's all.
Everything is swallowed up by darkness!
Raindrops, falling down the cheeks, drop by drop, messy black hair on the forehead, and clothes are also messy and cold.
Rainy night, the combination of tears and rain is still crystal clear, just-a little more sour.
I was only accompanied by black, quiet and cold clothes.
By the time I got home, the rain had eroded all my clothes, and my face was blue and tired.
Open the curtains that have been closed for a long time, and the sky is reddish, with no starlight and no silver light.
It is destined to be a sleepless night!
There is a custom of putting river lanterns on the Mid-Autumn Festival to light the way for ghosts. There are many ancestors who went home to visit relatives during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but most people can't see them. There is a Luo family in Suzhou. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, ancestors are worshipped according to traditional etiquette. At that time, a new Wuxi child was hired at home, and suddenly he said loudly: Why are there so many guests at home today? There are officials in embroidered robes, officials and wives in crowned robes, and brides in cotton-padded jackets. Why are they all wearing winter clothes on such a hot day? Why not put on summer clothes to cool off? Hearing this, everyone quickly stopped this outspoken little rabbit. Because the clothes of the guests described by this child are often worn by the deceased when they are buried, it is obvious that these ancestors have never changed their clothes since they left this world (the five ghosts put on coffins in the sequel to North East Garden).
Of course, Pluto will notice the tradition of ghosts returning home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so they have humanized measures. This is a legal holiday.
During the reign of Emperor Gaozong in the Southern Song Dynasty, Wang Zude, a native of Chengdu, worked as a squire in Shaanxi and died in a foreign land. Officials sent soldiers to escort his coffin back to his hometown and sent people to inform his family in advance. Wang Zude's wife heard the news and was going to hold a funeral that day. At that time, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. According to local customs, ancestors were worshipped two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they went to the temple to attend the Orchid Festival that day. But Wang was in mourning and couldn't go out, so he had to worship at home. Is busy, six people carrying a sedan chair came in, sedan chair curtain down, Wang Zude came out from the inside. As soon as I entered the door, I shouted: I have long wanted to come back and have a look. My benefactor values me too much to give me a holiday. I beg to be allowed to come back and stay, and I will go back in a few days.
Hearing this, Wang didn't panic at all. He said that the official has sent a letter before, saying that your husband died and the car was lost the day before yesterday. What is the matter with you now? Knowing that he was caught, Wang Zude smiled shyly and said, Don't be afraid, my wife, I'm really dead. I came back this time because I heard that my clan was going to sell their ancestral home, as well as the Huangshan water and the ten axes of Li Ma Ge Lin hidden at home. It's not too late to open the pot. None of these can be sold. Fortunately, this is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is a legal holiday in hades, so I take this opportunity to come back and explain, and I will leave soon. He told his wife everything about his family. After the confession, smoke suddenly rose from the ground, and I didn't know it. I didn't see anything when the smoke stopped (Yi Jian Zhiyi, Volume 20, Wang Zude).
Wang Zude must have found a job in hades, because he went back to his hometown this time in a big sedan chair carried by six people. Moreover, ancient holidays were only for officials, and ordinary people didn't care whether they had holidays or not. Mid-Autumn Festival holiday is the welfare of hades officials, equivalent to visiting relatives. In English, it is mentioned that ghost officials also have a day off during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
On legal holidays, ghosts inside and outside the system are anxious to go home and reunite with their families, while homeless ghosts without owners have to have a full meal by the bonsai. Someone once described the grand occasion when the evil spirits scrambled for free food at the orchid pot meeting: there were hundreds of black air in Russia, as big as a bucket, flowing in front of our eyes, as weak as sound, but spectacular.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, like Spring Festival travel rush Peak, hundreds of ghosts walked at night. What do you think are the chances of meeting a ghost?
It was a dark and cold night, and the moon had already disappeared in the thick clouds. On the rainy road, there are only one street lamp and two lonely street lamps, watching each other in the distance. Today, your figure condenses the time of this moment, and the memories of this moment will one day be condensed and played back again.
You walk very slowly here. There is no one but us. On the way, you bowed your head and said nothing. I think you walked carefully and the route was not specific. You walk around just to pick a place with less water. Trees project branches into the stagnant water on the road, overlapping with black and white messy traces. You should also carefully distinguish which are leaves, which are water and which are shadows. And I just need to quietly follow behind you and hold an umbrella for you. You will look back at me from time to time and then move on. I followed you closely for fear that the rain would leak a drop on your hair.
This is my first time to open an umbrella for you! Looking at your figure, I feel for the first time: walking slowly and quietly like this, I can also feel such a complicated emotion-I feel an unprecedented happiness and sadness. I feel a little sore in my eyes. In fact, tears have moistened my eyes. At this time, I am really glad that it is in this dark night that you can't see my tears. ...
Dear, you always want me to walk behind you and follow the path you have explored!
I always thought you were a strong woman and didn't know what weakness was. Now, you still pretend to be invincible to lie to me. But you know what: your slightly hunched back has betrayed your camouflage power. You should know: you are not as young as before. You gave your youth to my mother, and later, you gave me your twilight years! When will you stop and enjoy our love for you? Tell me! When will you stop! Stop everything you are busy with!
I feel everything around me with tears in my eyes. The night is very cold, and the bleak wind has messed up your black hair. The wind is like a sharp knife, stinging people's faces, and I feel even more distressed. Occasionally, a stronger wind blows, holding up your persistent umbrella and planning to take it to the distant border, just like blowing away your thin body. The angry wind kept rolling, boiling the fallen leaves under the roadside trees, but only faintly made some thin sounds, like the unique crooning at night. That sound is like crying in your heart that you are willing but unable to do. Honey, if you are tired from walking, just stop by my side and have a rest. I will shelter you from the wind and rain! The rain sticks to my hair and tends to let the wind hit me. I will stay by your side like this rain. From time to time, cars flew by on the road, and their horns crossed the night, accompanied by muddy water splashing on the road, returning to silence. Who can tell me: This voice is quiet, but why can't my heart be quiet?
Dear, if we can still walk on this dark and cold path one day, or it is raining like today, I will hold up this umbrella for you. When you turn around, you will find that I have been quietly following behind you. When you feel tired, stop and feel my care and love. ...
Dear, you don't know: on a silent night, for this thin figure, I made this eternal promise for you. Dear grandma, don't forget: I still owe you a hug!
Life is like walking at night, do it and cherish it.
This is a sunny night, the moonlight is like water and silver, and every corner between heaven and earth is covered with bright brilliance. The bright moon is in the sky, the stars in the sky are about to disappear, and the fields are silent. Xin Qiji, a great poet, tossed and turned in bed, so he walked out of the house on crutches and began to walk on the path in Huangshaling.
Show in front of the old and new is a bright world! But it's a little fuzzy. Suddenly, some magpies flew out from among the leaves. They flew away. It turned out that the bright moonlight misled them. When they woke up, they thought this day was coming. How comfortable it is when the breeze blows head-on! Soft, really like the southeast wind in spring. The wind is mixed with a faint smell of rice and flowers. Xin Lao took a deep breath, and he felt the joy of harvest. Although the rice flowers are still in full bloom, the breeze also brings the frogs in the field. Just listen: "Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack!" Really?
Xin Qiji walked on, still greedily breathing the fragrance of rice and flowers. He looked up: there were only seven or eight little stars twinkling in the sky. As the saying goes, "the moon stars are rare"! Before long, it began to rain at two or three o'clock in the sky. Xin Lao felt cold on his face and realized that it was raining. He didn't go back, but the breeze and drizzle made him feel very comfortable. At that time, the moon was dancing and he moved on. The rain soon stopped, and the scene of the bright moon was restored. Xin Qiji turned the small bridge on the stream along the path, but he didn't know where it was. Turning around, he suddenly saw his most familiar Maodian on the edge of the social forest. He's gone again, gone.
Last night, we marched 20 kilometers at night, which was also my first night March.
I thought it was easy to walk twenty kilometers. I was not tired at first, but I felt very tired after walking about five kilometers. Later, I learned that it was not easy to walk twenty kilometers. I walked another five kilometers, and finally I heard the coach announce a break and a meal. At this time, the coach asked me, "There are still ten kilometers. Can you hold on? " I replied firmly: "Yes!" .
By the time we set off again, many players were already very tired, so the team was in chaos. I'm tired, too, but I'm determined to stick to it and not be a deserter. After walking about five kilometers, the coach asked me, "Can you persist? If you can't, go by car. " I still answered without hesitation: yes! After walking for a long time, the coach asked me again, "Can you do it?" I thought to myself, "Persistence is victory!" So I answered "all right!"
In this way, I persisted in reaching my destination. It's already five ten in the morning. I was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as I went to bed in the dormitory.
At 8: 30 in the morning, the coach woke us up and started new training. During the training, the head coach praised me in front of all the players, saying that I was the youngest player in the training camp but I could persist in walking 20 kilometers at night, which was great. I'm flattered.
This night's March made me more convinced that "persistence is victory", and I also realized the happiness and pride of persisting until the end.
On a summer night, the poet Xin Qiji walked out of the courtyard after dinner, hoping to take advantage of the good time of summer night to take a walk.
Unconsciously, I came to the edge of the farmland. Half green and half yellow paddy fields are swaying in the breeze, as if bowing to passers-by!
In the distance, the bright, jasper-like moon on the horizon gradually climbed to the treetops, and the magpies perched on the treetops were frightened, flapping their wings and flying into the sky, leaving only a series of "brushing" sounds of flapping wings and "chirping" sounds of magpies in panic. The warm evening breeze with a hint of coolness reached Xin Qiji's ears with the faint cicada singing.
Not far away, in the fragrance of rice and flowers, farmers laughed together and talked about a bumper year, all smiling. Their ears also heard the cries of frogs, as if celebrating the harvest year. Xin Qiji couldn't help smiling. He has been completely lost in this harmonious and warm atmosphere.
Suddenly, a faint cloud floated in the sky, and the shining stars were covered by half-black and half-white clouds, and it began to rain in a blink of an eye. Xin Qiji just came to his senses and eagerly crossed the stream from the small bridge to take shelter from the rain. Where did the hut shop by the Woods near the Land Temple go before? "There is no way to recover from doubt, but there is another village." Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of him.
After returning to China, Xin Qiji wrote this poem "Walking along Huangsha Road on a moonlit night in Xijiang".
Night composition 10 The teacher said that if you want to write a good composition, you must read more, write more and experience more. In retrospect, it is true.
I remember once, the teacher gave a very strange extracurricular composition topic called "Mountain Road at Night". God, I've never walked at night, let alone "walking in the mountains at night." By the way, I haven't been home for over a month. Today is Saturday, why not take this opportunity to experience the feeling of mountain climbing at night?
So, I didn't get on the bus until after school, and it was already after six o'clock in the afternoon when I got off the bus. Winter is coming and it's getting dark. It takes about half an hour to go home and climb the mountain. Came to the foot of the mountain, looked up, gloomy, and occasionally heard a few owls crow. I couldn't help shuddering, and an inexplicable timidity came over me. I regret it a little, but when I got back to school, I didn't have a car. No choice but to bite the bullet and rush to the mountain.
I took out my flashlight. As soon as I entered the mountain, I only felt chilly. I can't help but think of the monster in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, and I am even more scared, for fear that something will suddenly pop up in the jungle on both sides!
Unconsciously, I walked to a big pine tree and suddenly remembered the special experience of this tree: I heard from the villagers that the third aunt of a local bandit leader was hanged on this tree. Thinking of this, I couldn't help glancing at the tree, but it was a serious glance: I saw a black mass hanging on a tree more than ten feet high and still shaking. Suddenly, I couldn't get rid of one word-"ghost"! To tell the truth, I have never seen a ghost, and I don't want to believe in it. However, in this case, I can't let myself deny that it is not a ghost. I want to run, but the older generation said that ghosts are faster than the wind. But staying here, only ten feet away from the ghost, everyone's fear can be imagined. What shall we do? It doesn't run or stop. Coincidentally, when people are helpless in all aspects, they will be much calmer. I think I'll throw caution to the wind tonight, at least to see what's going on
I got up the courage to shoot that thing directly with a flashlight, but the battery was insufficient and I couldn't see its true face. I picked up a stone and hit it, but missed it; I picked a big one and threw it at it. Bang, it fell down. No, the evil spirits are getting angry! I quickly put out the flashlight, flashed behind a tree and stared at it closely. For a while, nothing happened. I finally touched a stone from the ground and threw it at it, but nothing happened. After a while, I had to tiptoe close to it, walk more than a meter away from it, flashlight, and take a closer look. What do you think I saw? It turned out to be a dry pine branch with many branches. Thank goodness, it was a near miss! I just breathed a sigh of relief, then my feet parted and I rushed forward with confidence. As he walked, he shouted excitedly: "Ghosts and ghosts, who dares to touch me, haha ...! "Laughter echoed in the valley.
Later, I got the highest score in the class for that composition, and the teacher praised me in the class. How's it going? Learning to write a composition is really interesting!