Kneel for more than 600 words in 2 writing compositions and 2 landscape writing compositions.

Pick up a wool with the handle. Dip in deep or light colored ink, point it on the paper, rhyme out different shades of ink, and spread a touch of inspiring ink. Remember, remember your attentive expression, your vigorous handwriting and your long ink fragrance. ...

The first time I saw you, that serious and tepid face made me timid. I also vaguely remember that when I just chatted with my new friend and didn't care that the brush dipped in ink on the table stiffly swallowed a piece of rice paper, the silk ink became bitter and turned into your reprimanded eyes. When I danced to show you my new work, I obviously felt that there was such a strong ink fragrance floating into my heart in your unmoved words.

I know you are neither a famous master nor a famous painter. But your paintings full of vigor and ink really make me admire, admire. Together, a Chinese tunic suit hangs solemnly. Although it is not as expensive as a suit and casual shirt, it really has a lingering charm. The hair is messy, neither long nor short, and it has a strong literary atmosphere. A pair of generous big hands can write strong Chinese characters and draw free and easy ink paintings. I don't know why, the sense of smell has long been located-what haunts the teacher is the unique ink fragrance.

That's the medal brought to you by years-this touch of fragrance.

At that time, I liked to lean back in your chair and listen to you explain the painting method of ink and wash to me. You grind ink very hard, very hard. You tell me its spirituality. Kissing the ink in that dish and sliding it on the back of my hand, I felt the softness and delicacy of silk for the first time. Abrupt black is also combined with skin color to form a soft color ratio. It's the first time I've treated ink and ink like this, but it really makes me know your heart for ink and ink clearly. I also know that ink is watching over you.

The soft light of the sunset enters the window, penetrates the crystal glass and reflects on the drawing paper. Put down the pen, a blurred picture. There is a teacher in the painting with a faint ink fragrance ... I know, that fragrance has been lingering around me.

(2)

I want to hold your hand and write a composition.

Against the backdrop of the light, your wrinkled hands showed up in front of my eyes without any omission, which deeply hurt my heart.

Memories flooded in. I remember when I was a child, you always gently lifted me up with your generous palm and put it around your neck, which made me feel the embrace of the blue sky. You always hold me in your arms with your strong hands and let me sleep. At that time, I was young. I always put my little hand in your big hand and ask you innocently, "Why are our hands different?" You will say, "Because you are too young and I am too old!" " "I will ask again," why am I younger than you? "At that time, I was like a hundred thousand whys, and you were a hundred thousand answers. Hold my little hand gently with your big hand and answer them for me one by one. I only remember that the palm is very strong, which can bring me warmth and make me feel at ease.

Memories are taken back bit by bit, and my mind is full of scenes of us together. I can't help looking back at you. I walked up to you gently and put your hand in mine. Ah! What good hands! Because the air shower was exposed to the sun, he was deformed. Centipede-like cracks show the pain he suffered, and bark-like skin shows the time he experienced. I can't help but get a fright and my hands are shaking. Is that still my warm hand when I was a child? I gently hold your hand with my uncontrolled hand, and you say, "What's the matter?" I said, "Nothing, Grandpa, I just want to hold your hand." What's the matter? Is it cold? Let me heat it up for you. ""No, I will hold your hand and give you warmth. "I saw your eyes turned red, eyes shining bright, corners of the mouth raise a happy smile ...

Shake hands and make our relationship closer; Shaking hands makes us happier. I want to hold your hand, grandpa. I want to be with you and hold your hand all my life.

(3)

Yearning for Wuyuan

I like the prosperity of the city, with high-rise buildings and bustling crowds everywhere; But I yearn for the tranquility of the countryside and the simple life. This opportunity has finally come. At the weekend, my family will go to Wuyuan, the most beautiful village in China. I was overjoyed at the news.

People walk in the picture.

"People walk in a painting" is a wonderful artistic conception that cannot be expressed. Along the way, it rained in Mao Mao. When I entered Wuyuan, I saw yellow rape flowers on both sides greedily sucking the dew in spring, covered with terraces, a bed of rape flowers and a house with white walls and black tiles. A burst of rape fragrance comes with the freshness of the soil, which suddenly makes you forget all your troubles and sorrows. This poetic feeling makes the Tang poetry in my heart constantly echo-good rain knows the season, when spring comes. ...

Wuyuan scenery

Wuyuan's countryside is so elegant and quiet. In the rape blossoms, houses with white walls and black tiles are arranged in twos and threes. The stream in front of the door is clear and winding ... crossing the high threshold and entering the farmer's home, I saw that the room was dark, but there was a beam of sunshine in the hall. I looked up and it turned out to be a patio. Looking around, the doors, columns and walls are carved with exquisite figures and landscapes, which are simple and elegant. I lamented that the ancients could work so many miracles with their hands.

"Two rivers and one mirror, two bridges fall into the rainbow"-Rainbow Bridge, the most beautiful covered bridge in China, spans the Tsinghua River leading to Tsinghua Town. The bridge is an all-Chinese fir structure with a length of 140m and a width of 6. 4 meters, its pier is also called "swallow mouth", because both sides of the pier are triangular, which is not only beautiful but also has the function of flood control. In the bridge corridor, there is sometimes a protruding space for tea breaks, so that tourists can enjoy the beautiful scenery and relax their fatigue.

What impressed me the most was Likeng, a small bridge with flowing water. A small stream passes through the end of the village, and several small bridges, trees or stones on the river add poetry to the quiet countryside. Villagers' houses are shaded by trees on both sides of the bridge and the stream, white walls and black tiles are reflected on the green stream, boats shuttle under the bridge, fish swim in the water, farmers wash their clothes by the stream, and urchins chase and play on the shore ... I seem to have come to a paradise.

In just two days' trip, I left the picturesque Wuyuan, but I can't forget it for a long time-this Wuyuan can be compared with the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan water town.

(4)

I left quietly, just as I came gently. I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western paradise ... this seems to be a prediction for us in summer. She passed us gently without leaving any trace, but even a wisp was caught by us.

Inadvertently, I looked up and found that the leaves on the tree had begun to turn yellow, losing their former glory, but it seemed to be covered with another charming color. I can't express my feelings in words. Occasionally, a leaf falls with the wind, slips through my fingers and embraces the earth. In an instant, a kind of spiritual shock came to my mind and I was at a loss. The moment the leaves fall from an unknown place, it is so sad and so shocking.

A little nostalgic for the past. When I think of primary school, there is a big maple tree in the middle of the campus playground, which needs several people to come around. Every autumn, the leaves always fall endlessly, like dancing butterflies, flying freely with the wind without any beat. As the song goes, "Running with the wind is the direction", but Ye Er is dancing. I can watch this scene for a long time, but I'm not bored. It's been three years, and I don't know what changes have taken place on campus now. Are there still dancing red maple leaves in the arms of autumn?

Unconsciously, I have followed the crowd to the park. Long time no see, but nothing has changed in the garden. Evergreen trees on the roadside add a bit of greenery to the autumn. This makes me feel a little happy. But there is a kind of sadness. Because the green leaves are old leaves that have been green for a year, new green leaves come out from them, making the old leaves fall. The only change in the garden is that the leaves of some trees are the same as those on the roadside-they turn yellow, while the maple leaves are reddish yellow.

The wind is blowing and the leaves are falling with the wind. Although there are a lot of fallen leaves, the time spent flying in mid-air is very short, and you will lose the beauty of this beautiful moment almost in the blink of an eye, unlike on campus.

The captured autumn is strong, so we should go back.

I'm tired of the heat in summer and the cold in winter. Some people may say that spring and autumn are the most beautiful, neither too cold nor too hot. But I don't think so, because spring and autumn are hot and cold. But I like the colorful colors of each season.