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After experiencing some things, I can't help thinking of the little girl's experience that I have forgotten in my memory. On a sunny morning in July, I was reading a newly bought essay in the living room. When you are tired, get up and go to the balcony to rest your tired eyes. Something was shaking in front of me. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be a yellow-billed sparrow.
Hey, how did it get in? Our balcony is sealed with aluminum alloy, without a crack. The screen window is also intact, which surprised me. Is it because mom didn't pay attention when she hung up her clothes in the morning? It came quietly to spy on the warmth of my home. Its eyes are very alert, looking at me like a "monster", its wings are slightly open, posing as a posture that can fly at any time. I walked over to look at it more carefully, but it didn't appreciate it. ".
Outside the window, birds are chirping and flying happily. Poor little sparrow, I want to reach out and open the glass doors and windows and let it return to its original world. But it misunderstood me and thought I was going to catch it. It immediately flapped its wings, struggled to fly, bypassed me and went straight to the living room. The window of the living room is also closed, but I still don't know the glass, which makes me dizzy.
Sparrow, why are you always so curious? You have strayed into a "wrong path" and you will never find your way back. Transparent glass is almost empty, just like an invisible dust net in the world. How can I be naive and not be cheated?
I followed him to the living room, and he went to the kitchen in a panic. Naturally, he was cheated by the transparent glass again. I stood in the aisle, thinking that there should be a complete plan to let him go out, so as not to hurt myself again and again. Before my action was put into practice, he saw my hesitation and took off again, extremely fast and lightning. I flew to the balcony from behind again.
Alas, little sparrow, that glass, like a sophisticated person, on the surface, opens welcome hands to you and encourages you to work hard, but in fact it hides a knife in its smile and has a kind face, which makes you believe in its purity and openness. It makes you fall into an unguarded trap, and sometimes you are seriously injured and don't know what it is. The essence of its hypocrisy is unspeakable insidious and hateful. ...
It will never fly again. Let me hold it in my palm. Its small black eyes and messy feathers are listless. I feel sad and sorry for myself, and my heart is full of pity and apology. I'm really sorry, but holding it carefully in front of my eyes adds a little sympathy and concern. Too many setbacks hit it too hard and it collapsed.
I opened the door and hopefully put it on the old table outside the corridor so that it could have a good rest and return to its original life. I was so immersed in the masterpieces of famous artists that I even forgot to return. Unconsciously, near noon, I suddenly remembered the little sparrow that worried me and went to see it quickly. The table is empty, leaving only traces of its defecation, and I don't know when it flew away. I don't know if this is excitement or excitement.
2. Imitate Haiyan and write an animal prose poem. I have a puppy at home. I bought it because I asked my mother repeatedly, so I like it very much.
I named the dog Huanhuan. Huanhuan is naughty and cute. Its body is very small, and its face looks like a baby face, which is very cute. It has two big ears on its head and two round eyes embedded in its face. It looks very nervous. It has a small mouth under its nose, and sometimes it sticks out its tongue to lick your feet.
One day in the summer vacation, I was doing my homework when I suddenly heard the cry of joy from home. I walked over and saw that Huanhuan's usual joy was gone. He frowned, his mouth tilted high and his body trembled from time to time. I quickly picked it up, walked into mom and dad's room, and said anxiously to dad, tease dad, look, the puppy is shaking and looks pale. What should I do? Look, dad said casually, Doby doesn't matter. Maybe it's hungry. Give it something to eat! Slowly I took some food, put it on a plate and let it eat, but it not only didn't eat, but also kept shaking. I picked it up again and walked to my father's room. I said: tease dad, I give Huanhuan food, why doesn't it eat? Look, dad is a little anxious and says, Doby may be ill. Let's go! Let's get it there quickly. After that, I picked up Huanhuan and sent it to the pet with my father. After the doctor checked, Huanhuan caught a cold. After the doctor's treatment, the puppy recovered quickly and remained as happy as before.
I really like Huanhuan, because its naughty brings joy to our family and enriches my after-school life. I really want to say to you: just kidding, I like you! land
3. Haiyan: The song composition in my heart is 700 words combined with the text Haiyan. Come on, Haiyan! The song in my heart! I like Gorky's essay Haiyan since I was a child, because its essence is several key words: courage, self-confidence and unyielding.
I like the description of Haiyan in The Tempest: "Look! It flies like an elf, a proud black storm elf. It laughs and screams ... it laughs at those dark clouds and screams happily! " I especially like the last paragraph of the article. Haiyan bravely shouted out the winner's prediction in the lash of lightning and the roar of the storm: Let the storm come more violently! Whenever I read this sentence, my body and mind will not shake. A petrel is not afraid of storm and lightning, fighting between the sea and dark clouds, and its arrow-like flying posture will suddenly catch my eye. It is undeniable that people in life often trudge to realize their ideals, and most people are unsuccessful on the way.
Human nature: the road is like the sky, and the troubles are like mountains. In the struggle of life, we often encounter many unexpected bumps and troubles, and often find ourselves trapped in some mires and swamps involuntarily.
Faced with this situation, some people will blame their peers, some will regret their vacillation, and some will have a brainwave to turn around. In this regard, I think everyone can understand that these are just normal reflections of human psychology and do not violate human moral rules.
But I still firmly believe that since the hardships in life are objective, any complaint and escape will lose its meaning. The best way is to face it, that is, we might as well regard this adversity and ups and downs as the challenges of life.
It should be said that facing difficulties and meeting challenges is also an innate instinct of human beings, while courage and self-confidence are the gifts that life gives to winners. * * * "Confidence in life for 200 years will be like hitting water for three thousand miles". I think this may be the best explanation of the relationship between life and challenge in the world.
4. Give a prose poem imitating Gorky's Haiyan ... Do you need to write it yourself?
Here's what I found online-
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-In a complicated kitchen, steam is mixed with oil smoke. Between the lampblack and the stove, the chef is running like a yellow torrent.
One moment the spatula touched the colander, and the other moment the electricity went straight to the stove. He gave a cry, and in this man's hurried urging, the lampblack heard the joy.
In this urging sound-full of desire for consumers! In this urging sound, the lampblack heard the violent power, hearty creation and perfect efforts.
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-Consumers! The consumer is here!
This is the chef in a hurry, rushing between rapids and around the burning stove; This is a happy self-employed person shouting:
-Let consumers come more violently!
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Majia —— Imitating Gorky's Haiyan
On the tense BBS, bricks are accompanied by countless saliva. Between the screen and the eyes, the vest is like a black ghost, lingering in terror.
For a time, I hit pigs with countless bricks in my hand. For a time, I spoke to netizens like an arrow on the string. It barked. -In this crazy scream, the vest reached the happy * * *.
Scream here-full vest longing for many eyeballs! In this scream, the mouse also heard the incoherent power, the passionate flame and the heroic spirit of pinching one to calculate one and pinching a pair to earn one.
After the arrival of the vest, netizens began to * * *,-* * *, and they wandered around the Internet, trying to hide their fear or ridicule of the vest in their hearts.
Pigs are also very busy. They only use QQ, e-chat or bubbles to pick up girls and handsome guys every day: the knocking of vests wakes them up.
The netizen who poured water timidly hid the pig-like head under the landlord's post ... Only the newly registered vest was suddenly and selflessly posted on the ghostly, genuine BBS!
There are more and more posts, and the number of hits is getting higher and higher, which is expected to become the latest hot post soon, while divers are secretly complacent while clicking to meet the "hot" red moment.
Follow-up is rising. Bricks gallop freely in all kinds of saliva drops, blending with the cheers of pigs. Look, the pig hugged each vest tightly, praised it with joy, and generously sent out the bright word "recommendation".
Vest barking, haunted, like a nigger, lit up the page like a ghost fire, and its barefoot stepped on the shoulders of countless netizens again and again.
Look, the brick in his hand is flying, like a patient who just escaped from an insane asylum-a supercilious patient with red eyes-he is laughing wildly, he is howling ... he laughs at netizens who always write and reply to posts, and he howls because of jealousy!
This arrogant vest-it has long smelled the excitement from the posts of netizens and pigs, and believes that patting bricks is the most popular-yes, the most popular! Bricks flying around ... foam splashing ...
Some netizens shouted grievances, and their voices were as weak as a newly lit match, burning on the vast BBS. At the last moment before the vest grabbed the lock sticker, I spit them all out with my own saliva. These venom-like saliva, like a rope, winds around the internet, and I don't know when it will be around the necks of one or many netizens.
Brick! Here comes the brick!
This is a great vest that has just been registered, freshly baked or registered for a long time. On the virtual network, among BBS users and pigs, it is elusive; This is countless online divers who like to watch the excitement shouting:
-let the bricks of the vest come more violently!
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& lt& lt； Dolphin >; & gt
Gorky imitation; & gt
On the vast sea, strong winds swirl around dark clouds,
Under the calm sea, the undercurrent is surging quietly.
Between the sea surface and the undercurrent,
Dolphins are like black elves,
Squat down quietly,
Listen quietly,
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A storm is coming.
A storm is coming.
look
Turbulent undercurrent
Up and down for a while.
Dolphin, black elf!
Or quietly * * * * * * * * * *
... I need to write it, but I'm afraid you can't wait ... ╮ (╯ _ ╰) ╭
5. Imitate Zhang Yueran's writing style and write a short essay (essay) of about 700 words, Zhang Yueran? I wrote it myself. I hope there are several articles, all of which are a pool of spring water. Jiangnan scenery is good, sunrise flowers are better than fire, and the riverside is as green as blue.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Zhuo Jun, don't you think this pool of spring water is as charming as Jiangnan? Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. I wonder if there is such a touching scenery in March in Jiangnan where grass grows and warblers fly.
I have heard the lament of the boudoir in the south of the Yangtze River: If I had known that the tides were regular, it would be better to choose a river boy. Maybe a * * * is afraid of going out of the room and reluctant to go home. The quatrains left on the willow were picked up by talented people and became a story that has been passed down through the ages.
Sitting on the edge of raspberry moss and hanging nylon on the greener grass began my long and happy wait. Zhuo Jun, this pool and spring water look like you. Just like a beautiful country, fish and geese fall, the moon is closed and flowers are ashamed, the temples are like knives, and the eyebrows are like ink paintings. Hehe, do you still remember the song "Wrong": I walked across the south of the Yangtze River, and it looked like a lotus in the season. The east wind didn't come, the catkins didn't fly in March, and your heart was like a quiet little city.
Maybe waiting is a mistake, because people's interpretation is particularly beautiful? How much hate, in my dream last night. It's like swimming in the garden in the past, and cars are like running water in Ma Rulong.
Flowers and the moon are spring breeze. I am struggling to find out what Li Yu, a poor and unlucky king, is waiting for. Perhaps it is the warm tea fragrance in the hands of ladies-in-waiting, or perhaps it is the brief glory of the dragon chair. Dear and lovely Zhuo Jun, can you give me an answer? Still water is deep, but under still water, fish will bite.
Slight ripples appeared on the water, fading away like a dream. The quiet evening breeze brought the evening song of the fishing boat and blew away a wisp of sadness like smoke and dust. What is waiting? Waiting is a fragrant wine.
With the waiting wine, life is picturesque. Waiting is a cup of light tea with fragrance. With the waiting light tea, life will be like a song.
Zhuo Jun, look, I caught a carp, and I put it back in the water, because I realized a wish and finished a waiting game. Cherry Blossom Festival/Fog Wet Tower In the lonely March, cherry blossoms began to drift away.
Every flower will replace another flower. So every time a flower opens, it means that a small creature quietly falls to the ground, silently.
Lonely cherry blossoms are sad all over the place, and every disappearance maintains the author's heart. In the face of such a beautiful creature, everything in nature seems quiet at this moment.
Opening means apoptosis, and apoptosis means rebirth. Breaking the cocoon into a butterfly is the dream of March Spring Worm.
However, it is often an ugly moth that emerges from the cocoon. From the moment they were born, they danced nonstop, dancing the most beautiful dance towards the moon and candlelight.
The angel's voice came gradually, distant, desolate and quiet. Someone built a beautiful besieged city with words, so someone was willing to approach him and walk into the this beautiful city he built.
Some people use words to express their hearts. Words are really like cherry blossoms. When they open, they express gratitude, and when they fall, they express sadness. That sentimental beauty should only appear in people's hearts, but it can't be cleaned up.
Just like the fallen flowers in that land, there is no way to pick them up. Who sowed the seeds of spring is the hope of summer, and then becomes the golden color of autumn.
Who shook down the cherry tree, telling an unknown story on every bright moon night. I think my word is cherry blossoms, in full bloom. Thank you. An uncontrollable sadness tells an unknown story.
In March, I saw cherry blossoms drifting away, and some fell on the shoulders of literati. And turned it into an immortal poem.
Coming and going in a hurry is the fleeting life of cherry blossoms. Do you know, like everything in the world, the life of cherry blossoms is short.
I think we human beings, like everything between heaven and earth, have been carrying on the relay of life, one after another. Now that I am in my hands, I will fly on the long road of life as fast as possible.
Cherry blossoms are also carrying on the relay of life. Their lives are too short, ranging from a week to two or three days, but it is intriguing that no matter how short their lives are, every cherry blossom conveys a message of care and spreads the warmth of the world.
They open silently, and no matter which gust of wind will take away their light flower souls. What floats with the wind is always the song of life.
Listen attentively, and you will know that it is an ode to life. No matter how short life is, it should bloom with the beauty it deserves.
Whenever you knock at the door, you should write a happy song of life with your heart. The baton of life is handed down one after another, and when it comes to a certain cherry blossom, it contributes to the beauty of a flower.
Then I heard the sound of flowers falling to the ground. I dare say this is the most beautiful voice I have ever heard.
When one day, a late Xia Feng blew away all the beautiful scenery arranged in March, when cherry blossoms drifted quietly in the last breeze, I took my notebook and caught the drifting cherry blossoms, which will be sealed in my memory forever. They cannot be forgotten.
They should not be forgotten, and at the same time, they will not be forgotten. At least, I won't.
Another burst of cherry blossoms floated past my eyes and fell to the ground, forming a fragrant burial place. Buried is a soul that will never die.
The sound of falling flowers wet the balcony in May. There were no flowers, but I suddenly wanted to hear the sound of falling flowers. So I came to the forum to look for the sound of falling flowers.
I used everything I had to find it, the sound of falling flowers. However, I got nothing because I had lost everything. Treating me as a refugee in Sichuan, I lost everything.
Those romantic nights, when flowers and plants were used as windows, disappeared in my memory like scattered fireworks. I think I am a refugee in Sichuan, with my legs stuck in the cracks in the wall and my soul wandering around.