"Wait a minute, old house!" A voice sounded in front of the door, "How about another winter?" I need to hibernate, but I can't find a good place to rest. "The old house looked down and grinned:" Oh, it's a hedgehog! Well, I'll hold out for you for another winter. "
Winter passed and spring came, and the little hedgehog came out of the door: "Thank you, old five!" " "
The old house said, "well, I'm going to fall down now!" " "
"Wait a minute, old house!" A beautiful voice came from under the eaves: "Let's have another spring, I flew from the south, and now I'm anxious to lay eggs!" " "The old house looked intently and said," Oh, it's a swallow. Well, I will stand for another spring. "
Summer has come, and the baby hatched by the swallow has grown up and can fly by itself. Swallow wants to take it somewhere else and fly down from the roof: "choo-choo, thank you!" " "
The old house said, "goodbye, I should fall down!" " "
"Don't fall down, old house!" A small voice sounded at the door: "One night, I came out to pick mushrooms and went too far and got lost." The old house looked down and said, "It's a white rabbit. Ok, I'll stand for another night. "
The next morning, the little white rabbit jumped out of the window: "Old house, thank you!" " "
After the rabbit left, the old house thought: So many animals need me, I should help them more! I won't fall.
In this way, in the following days, the old house stood up resolutely and helped many animals, never falling down.
The 2.300-word sequel "The Old House that Will Never Fall" is coming in winter, and the weather is particularly cold. The story of the little spider is over. It went somewhere else. The old house said, "It's so cold. Goodbye, I'm going to fall. "
"Wait a minute, old house!" A voice sounded in front of the door, "How about another winter?" I need to hibernate, but I can't find a good place to rest. "The old house looked down and grinned:" Oh, it's a hedgehog! Well, I'll hold out for you for another winter. "
Winter passed and spring came, and the little hedgehog came out of the door: "Thank you, old five!" " "
The old house said, "well, I'm going to fall down now!" " "
"Don't fall down, old house!" A small voice sounded at the door: "One night, I came out to pick mushrooms and went too far and got lost." The old house looked down and said, "It's a white rabbit. Ok, I'll stand for another night. "
The next morning, the little white rabbit jumped out of the window: "Old house, thank you!" " "
After the rabbit left, the old house thought: So many animals need me, I should help them more! I won't fall.
In this way, in the following days, the old house stood firm and helped many animals and never fell down. ...
Continue to write about the old house that will never fall down. 1. Continue to write examples of helping small animals:
Winter is coming, and the weather is particularly cold. The story of the little spider is over. It went somewhere else. The old house said, "It's so cold. Goodbye, I'm going to fall. "
"Wait a minute, old house!" A voice sounded in front of the door, "How about another winter?" I need to hibernate, but I can't find a good place to rest. "The old house looked down and grinned:" Oh, it's a hedgehog! Well, I'll hold out for you for another winter. "
Winter passed and spring came, and the little hedgehog came out of the door: "Thank you, old five!" " "
The old house said, "well, I'm going to fall down now!" " "
"Wait a minute, old house!" A beautiful voice came from under the eaves: "Let's have another spring, I flew from the south, and now I'm anxious to lay eggs!" " "The old house looked intently and said," Oh, it's a swallow. Well, I will stand for another spring. "
Summer has come, and the baby hatched by the swallow has grown up and can fly by itself. Swallow wants to take it somewhere else and fly down from the roof: "choo-choo, thank you!" " "
The old house said, "goodbye, I should fall down!" " "
"Don't fall down, old house!" A small voice sounded at the door: "One night, I came out to pick mushrooms and went too far and got lost." The old house looked down and said, "It's a white rabbit. Ok, I'll stand for another night. "
The next morning, the little white rabbit jumped out of the window: "Old house, thank you!" " "
After the rabbit left, the old house thought: So many animals need me, I should help them more! I won't fall.
In this way, in the following days, the old house stood firm and helped many animals and never fell down. ...
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Second, continue to write the ending:
The story of the little spider has never been finished, so the old house has been standing there, basking in the sun and listening to the story of the little spider.
But with the passage of time, the old house really can't hold on. It's really going to fall.
Just then, an old man staggered to the front of the house, looked around for a while, then went into the house to have a look, only to hear her sigh: "Living in the city is not as comfortable as living in the country." It's time to return to live here. " The kitten, the old hen and the little spider hiding on the edge all heard it, and came out to find out. The old house secretly sighed: "I am old and I am falling down." How can I live? "
The old man stood for a while and then went out. My old house murmured, "I really can't do it. Even the master despises me. " After whispering for a while, the old man came back with two construction workers. The old man said to them, "help me transform this old house, plant some trees and flowers in the yard, and it is best to open up a small vegetable field." The animals were so happy that they all ran out to surround the old man. The old house is also an eye-opener and full of energy.
The old man looked surprised and said with joy, "There are so many lovely little animals living here, I won't be lonely."
Construction workers began to work in full swing, and soon, the old house was completely new and became very strong and beautiful. Every day, the old man sits in the yard drinking tea, and the old hen catches insects with chickens in the vegetable field. Kittens run around the house, and spiders tie nets to the trees to keep the house clean. The old house protects everyone from the storm
The yard is happy and everyone has a good time.
4. How to continue to write the twelfth lesson of the first volume of Chinese in the third grade? Continue to write Chinese lesson 12 in the first volume of grade three: winter is coming, and the weather is particularly cold.
The story of the little spider is over. It's going far away. The old house said, "It's so cold. Goodbye, I'm going to fall. "
"Wait a minute, old house!" A voice sounded in front of its door, "How about another winter?" I need to hibernate, but I can't find a good place to rest. "The old house looked down and grinned:" Oh, it's a hedgehog! Well, I'll hold out for you for another winter. "
Winter passed and spring came, and the little hedgehog came out of the door: "Thank you, old five!" " "The old house said," well, I'm going to fall down now! """Wait a minute, old house!" A beautiful voice sounded under its eaves: "another spring, I flew from the south, and now I am anxious to lay eggs!" " "The old house looked intently and said," Oh, it's a swallow. Well, I will stick to it for another spring. "
Summer has come, and the little swallow hatched by that swallow has grown up and can fly by itself. Swallow wants to fly somewhere else with the little swallow. They flew down from the eaves and said, "thank you!" " "The old house said," goodbye, I should fall! """Don't fall down, old house!" A small voice sounded at the door: "One night, I came out to pick mushrooms and went too far and got lost."
The old house looked down and said, "It's a white rabbit. Ok, I'll stand for another night. " The next morning, the little white rabbit jumped out of the window: "Old house, thank you!" " "After the white rabbit left, the old house thought, so many animals need me, I should help them more! With such an idea, it will not fall.
Therefore, the old house helped many animals.
5. Continue to write the 300-word composition "The old house that can never be lost". The story of the spider is finally finished. Wait, the old house! "A small voice in front of the door," another night, ok? There are naughty children outside today who want to hit me with a slingshot. "The old house lowered its head and pushed its presbyopia eyes forward:" Oh, it's a bunny! All right, I'll stand for another night. "
At dawn the next day, the rabbit jumped out of the hole in the door and said to the old house, "Thank you, old house!" " "
The old house said, "Goodbye! Well, I should fall down! "
"Wait, the old house!" A loud voice sounded in front of the door, "How about one more day?" There are hunters shooting at me outside. "
Looking down at the old house, the wall creaked: "Oh, it's a tiger. Ok, I'll stand for another day. "
A day later, the tiger came out of the broken window and said to the old house, "Thank you, old house!" " "
The old house said, "Goodbye! Well, I should fall down! "
6. The memory of the old house The old house has been razed to the ground now, but several ancient pagodas around it are still there.
My memory of the old house is hidden on the mixed ground between tiles and weeds. The old house only met me when I was five or six years old and several intermittent winter and summer vacations.
But in my memory, the old house has been in my childhood, breathing with a long breath. Of course I understand why. Because it is green, it is green and quiet from the inside out.
In the old house, spring and autumn are not much better than other places. Only summer and winter are the real stages of old houses. In the hot summer, the walls of the old house are covered with a layer of green, and occasionally the scorching sun from the locust tree in front of the door and the bamboo forest behind the door is rudely sucked into the green leaves.
Grandpa's favorite thing is to play chess and drink tea against a Toona tree with branches and leaves at least 20 meters in front of the door. My grandfather is a very special old urchin.
He asked me to run to my favorite bamboo forest. As far as I can remember, grandpa has been sitting like that, playing chess and drinking tea with his neighbors.
I don't like staying under the Toona sinensis tree very much, so I went to the depths of the bamboo forest. My old house faces south, with Toona sinensis in front. Walking around the old house of Toona sinensis, there will be a road paved with green stones winding into a small bamboo forest.
There are no variegated colors in the bamboo forest, only blue from top to bottom. There is no sound in the bamboo forest. At the age of five, I dare not make noise in the bamboo forest again.
Because the bamboo forest seems to be talking, it caresses everything in my heart with silence, leaving only awe of it. A few hundred meters further from the bamboo forest, over a hill, is a river. In summer, the water is blue-black and bottomless. I never dare to stay by the river for long, because my grandfather said, "There are dragons in this river!" " "I used to believe, and I still believe.
The river as deep as black ochre is a dragon that will leave at any time. Maybe I was tired and drunk, so I just lay here and didn't move anymore.
In winter, I have seen real snow in my old house. From the sky to the ground, there is only a piece of white.
Grandma always makes a fire to keep warm when I am absorbed in Huangmei Opera. Sometimes she would point her finger out of the window: "It's a pity that the rainy season of Huangmei has passed now, otherwise it would be more interesting for the two Huangmei to be together."
I wrapped myself in a ball and stepped into the snow from behind the door. The bamboo forest is still green, but Bai is more like a good friend I haven't seen in the bamboo forest for many years. The host and guest sit together. There is still no sign of semi-freezing on that river.
However, Zhan's black eyes have turned into yearning for summer, an endless and bottomless green gauze. Just like a Jiangnan woman, wearing a white silk and holding a blue oiled paper umbrella.
This snow scene is not sad at all, but whether it is cold or not seems to be only the second. The real chief is this white man. Grandma said, "The falling snowflakes tell people that it's time to have a rest after one year. You see this river flows all year round, and it is slow and clear in winter. "
The river is really slow, light to a piece of ice green, the brilliance of a leaf, and does not move. The bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest also fell, and separated from the green rising star by a white curtain, they went into the ground to find the warmth of their mother.
On winter nights, snow and the moon make everything fall asleep. After this winter, it is green again. The old house collapsed when it was later moved away.
I am not an idealist, but I want to believe that the old house is too tired and lonely, so I took off my clothes and fell asleep in the footsteps of my master. I took this old house with no substance, took one last look and left. Under the ruins, it is my old house and my dream home.
7. The story of the little spider has never been finished in the old house, so the old house has been standing there, basking in the sun and listening to the little spider telling stories.
But with the passage of time, the old house really can't hold on. It's really going to fall.
Just then, an old man staggered to the front of the house, looked around for a while, then went into the house to have a look, only to hear her sigh: "Living in the city is not as comfortable as living in the country." It's time to return to live here. " The kitten, the old hen and the little spider hiding on the edge all heard it, and came out to find out. The old house secretly sighed: "I am old and I am falling down." How can I live? "
The old man stood for a while and then went out. My old house murmured, "I really can't do it. Even the master despises me. " After whispering for a while, the old man came back with two construction workers. The old man said to them, "help me transform this old house, plant some trees and flowers in the yard, and it is best to open up a small vegetable field." The animals were so happy that they all ran out to surround the old man. The old house is also an eye-opener and full of energy.
The old man looked surprised and said with joy, "There are so many lovely little animals living here, I won't be lonely."
Construction workers began to work in full swing, and soon, the old house was completely new and became very strong and beautiful. Every day, the old man sits in the yard drinking tea, and the old hen catches insects with chickens in the vegetable field. Kittens run around the house, and spiders tie nets to the trees to keep the house clean. The old house protects everyone from the storm
The yard is happy and everyone has a good time.
8. The winter composition continues to write 406 words in winter in my hometown.
This winter, I came to my hometown with dense water networks. Maybe I am used to the life in the city, and the scenery in my hometown has a charm.
Winter in my hometown is beautiful, but there is no elegant scenery with snowflakes flying and no magnificent scenery with heavy snow everywhere. Only exquisite rivers and ancient bridges decorate my hometown.
There is a thin layer of ice lying on the river in the morning, like a quilt given to the river by the earth, and like a crystal mirror of hometown people, reflecting the simple and kind faces of hometown people. After a long time in the sun, the thin ice slowly melted, revealing a dancing silver belt. Shining in the sun, like delicate flowers dotted with silver ribbons, and like small waves in the sea, it has a hazy and beautiful dream. In a highly concentrated place, it looks like a dancing girl, doing group gymnastics. Like a twinkling sky, it is refreshing. The small bridge stands on this gold chain. From a distance, there are bridges on the river and bridges in the river, forming a circle, just like the moon on the fifteenth night, bright and beautiful. Under the breeze, the river rippled and sparkled like a silk thread in a woman's hand. Look at that dazzling place again. It turned out to be ice that hasn't melted yet.
By the river, a large area of blue grass has appeared, and people in my hometown always think that tomorrow will probably be spring. Although their wishes can't be realized at the moment, they are not anxious, because there is such a beautiful winter, why do they want anything else? Flocks of lively and lovely ducks are singing happily by the river, and bundles of white reeds are trembling under the wind, as if looking at the river water in winter with a probe. Handsome swallows hovering in the sky, as if dancing ballet, bright red flags fluttering in the wind.
At this time, children in their hometown always like to come to the river. Men throw stones and women pick reeds, all of which are as happy as blooming camellia.
Ah, what a charming scenery, what a winter picture.
Obsessed with you, winter in my hometown ...
9. Write a paragraph in a weather-beaten old house. This is a weather-beaten old house.
The front and back of the house are covered with dense weeds, and the front steps are covered with moss. There are also many gaps in the surrounding courtyard walls, and some places have collapsed.
Some of the blue bricks wrapped in the outer wall of the old house have fallen off, revealing the weathered and mottled loess rammed wall inside. There are several mouse holes in the wall of the old house, and an irregular big hole has been gnawed by the mouse on the locked door.
The windows of the old house are rotten, and the stove at home has been useless for a long time! The floor is covered with dust, the beams are covered with nets, and several spiders are still weaving nets in the corner. Obviously, this place has been abandoned for a long time! Generations have lived in this old house, but now they have all moved to a more comfortable city! Only this old house, which has gone through many vicissitudes, still stands here, telling the past history to people in the past.
10. Composition House [Composition House] The old house I miss is hidden in a deep alley with only a short door facing the outside.
The copper pull ring on the wooden door jingled in the cold east wind. There is a towering ancient apricot in front of the old house. I don't know when it grew, but I can only see the scars of years on their three thick trunks.
In summer, the crown of the tree is green, like a bright umbrella. In autumn, the trees are full of Huang Chengcheng, like children's soft hands. The marble bench under the tree is white and exquisite. My mother said that when she was a child, she sat on a stone bench under a tree and listened to the old man telling the story of Machamp's disorderly god.
Mom often comes back after marriage. At that time, the old house was hazy in the wind and rain but still real. The yard of the old house is covered with cement, but the gray one is clean and durable.
There is a well in the yard, which has been broken for many years. In the past, sweet and clear water could be dripped from it. Grandma's father used to live here. I clearly remember that in summer, his shriveled hands rubbed tiny ripples on the transparent water. His smiling face is like a wrinkled linen, but it is full of simple luster.
The door of the wooden shed painted blue creaked open, and the solid woodpile inside was still hanging high on the roof. The figure of the old man bending over to bundle firewood seems to reappear, and his uneven breathing pokes my heart.
The wind in winter is very cold, and the door of the woodshed wobbles like a piece of hay. I quietly stepped back and tapped on the door.
Next to the woodshed is a pigsty made of stones, and a grape trellis is built on the uneven stone wall. When I was a child, grapes were like purple pearls, and Ye Er was like jade. When I was a child, I always climbed up the flat box naughtily, took off the biggest and roundest grape clusters and showed them off in front of the old people. He smoked two dry cigarettes, took out his cigarette holder and gave me a comfortable smile with his laid-off teeth.
It's just that the grape trellis has been stumbling in the wind and rain for many years and is dying. There are several Chinese roses planted under the window of the old house, which will produce bright red flowers all year round.
As soon as you enter the door of the old house, you will see these flowers, reflecting the sunshine in early summer and hitting the old man's face. Those furrow-like wrinkles seem to spread slowly. There are four rooms in the old house. On the left is the house where my mother and menstruation lived as children. There is a small kang with a string of wind chimes hanging on the high ventilation window, which has not sounded for many years.
There is a stove and two cauldrons in the room on the right, and dry firewood is scattered on the ground. The old man rested in the next room before his death, and there were some dirty bedding on the kang. The stubborn old man refused to let his grandmother make a clean mattress for him, always saying that people would leave in a few years.
In fact, the old man's illness has long been unbearable, and it has been dragged on until a certain winter. The rest of the room is empty, only an old mirror and several photo frames are hung on the wall, and dust is sprinkled on it like fluffy fluff.
There is an old man's crutch in the corner, which he made himself. The warm touch on the wooden crutch seems to have the temperature of the old man. There are birds chirping outside the window. I wandered into the yard, only to find that there was only gray snow on the roof and the clouds in the air were very light.
I vaguely heard the old man's giggle again, so I turned my head and looked at the old house. The knocking knocker guided me, and I sneaked away from the rough stone wall. The wind rolled up dust and covered my footprints.
Senior one of Jinling Middle School in Rushan City, Weihai City, Shandong Province: Wang Xiangyu.