Imitation composition of social drama

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably touch or use composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. How to write a good composition? The following is my essay (usually 12). Welcome to share.

As soon as the sun came out of the mountains, it asked curiously about everything around it, just like a toddler rushing out of the house. Before my parents could catch their breath, I dragged my backpack in one hand and ran along the winding mountain road. The surrounding maple trees ran behind me, and the autumn wind brushed my red cheeks. The place where I run is full of red carpets paved with maple leaves.

Hurry up! Hurry up! I meditated in my mind. Stepping on the stone steps to the top of the mountain, it seems that there is a gurgling stream in front of you, and there is an ancient pavilion by the stream. Water vapor diffuses into the air in the morning.

Several people are resting in the pavilion. The sun shines in Shan Ye, and birds on the mountain chirp to welcome guests. The mist on the mountain in the morning makes the beautiful Taihe ancient cave more hazy and mysterious, and the fragrance of wild flowers makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, a thunder and a downpour. I stood in the bus, clutching the handrail tightly and watching the rain outside.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops fall from the sky, hitting the roof and the ground, stirring up the dust on the ground, as if in a layer of gauze, and then covering it with a layer of black gauze.

I don't know why my heart keeps beating, faster and faster, faster and faster. My heart is like a bull bumping around, as if it can break through its chest at any time. The wind is whistling outside the window, but my palms are full of sweat and my feet can't help shivering. I stood there without an umbrella, staring at the gray sky and imagining myself running in the rain. I was scared to the extreme.

The weeds growing on the roadside struggled out of the angle between the wall and the ground, longing for the sunshine that never seemed to fall on it.

Under the scorching sun, the uncle who is playing chess is still fanning, and the smell of sweat is mixed with the aroma of various plants, which makes people feel difficult to breathe.

But I still feel the biting cold, like a bug crawling up from the coccyx and finally covering my sweaty back. The school uniform is hot because of the sweat sticking to the body, but the cold back brings me back to reality. I heard the cat fiddling with the wool ball, the fan stirring the air, and the grandfathers discussing chess, but I seemed to be out of place with them.

It's time to do homework again. Facing the "homework mountain" in front of me, my heart has already flown elsewhere. At this time, I consciously put down my pen, walked to the window involuntarily, lay by the window, and just stared out of the window.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, they are floating slowly, but in my eyes, they seem to be rushing home; Then I turned and saw several pedestrians walking freely underground, but in my eyes, they were like obstacles, preventing me from watching the outside world; At this time, there were several dog barks outside; Moreover, the traffic on the road seems to be very annoying and the siren sounds crazy. I was a little manic and found that the smiling faces of the children playing on King's Day disappeared and the red moon gradually fell. I sighed helplessly. "Alas, I haven't finished my homework yet."

Yes, I didn't finish my homework. I thought I would stay up late if I didn't finish my homework, but my parents reprimanded me for staying up late. Staying up late leads to lack of sleep and lack of energy in class ... When I thought of this, I suddenly came to my senses and couldn't help but take back my pen and immediately began to "work hard".

I stepped on the path paved with stone slabs of different lengths to the end, and my eyes suddenly became clear-

It was a rape field, a golden and dazzling rape field. At first glance, it is golden, like broken gold everywhere. Natural faint floral fragrance, mixed with a little fresh earthy flavor, comes with the wind. In an instant, the breeze will make waves in the sea of golden flowers. At first glance, I couldn't see the edge of the sea, and it was bright yellow everywhere. This yellow is not as hazy as moonlight, nor is it dark yellow at dusk. It is simplicity, which can make people hope from the heart at a glance.

I admire this bright color from the bottom of my heart. How beautiful! Under the sunshine, rape flowers are crystal clear, as if reflecting a light from the stamen. I suddenly feel that this is a "paradise", isolated from worldly troubles. Time passes slowly here, too, and everything is so beautiful.

Birds were singing in the distance, and suddenly, I was intoxicated in this flower field.

It was dark and dark that night. However, the sky is as gloomy as my mood, and I am not excited at all. I failed the exam. Because of the big gap, the teacher talked to me specially. I bowed my head and thought, "What's wrong this time?" The biting cold wind blew across my face, through my hair tips and into my bones, making people feel cold. That cold wind seems to be a hammer. Every time it blows me, it makes me feel extremely "painful". Reality is always so cruel. It is really chilling to hear the bright smile of the first class holding the test paper, the envious eyes of the students and the waves of praise.

The evening breeze is like that broken glass bottle, stabbing me piece by piece. Out of the station, I looked up at the night sky from time to time, trying to seek some comfort in this vast sky.

Unfortunately, no. It's almost home, but I refuse to step on it. Every step I take weighs a thousand pounds, and my mood is still not getting better. The key in your hand is slowly inserted into the lock hole. If only time had passed slowly or stopped. I still don't have the courage to face it I stood quietly in front of the door, the warm light in the room reflected on my face and my cold heart, and my mother's nagging voice lingered in my ears. Hey, why does the day go so slowly? Another bad day.

According to my wishes, I would like to go to my grandmother's house every holiday. Whether it's the courtyard there, the sunshine, or the wild cats, I am infinitely happy.

Pancakes are the best in the morning. At noon, I long for coolness and can't eat hot food; There are many dishes at night, and the status of pancakes is not obvious. After a night on an empty stomach, pancakes in the morning are particularly attractive. Pancakes wrapped in two plastic bags have a round square inside. Khaki is embroidered with gold thread and silver thread. Remember that it is also decorated with jade and black buttons. This is coriander, chopped green onion and black sesame.

The smell of pancakes can be said to be unique. Different from the fragrance of steamed bread, its fragrance is layered, smart and delicate; Different from the meat flavor of steamed stuffed bun, its fragrance is delicate, not as rough as steamed stuffed bun; Unlike ... it seems that there is no food in the world that smells like pancakes.

As for the taste of pancakes, that's the point. When you take a bite of pancakes, the taste is revealed layer by layer: first, the aroma fills the nasal cavity, and the aroma of coriander gets into the mouth, and the egg skin is slightly sweet. The next layer is yellow sauce, peppers and some leeks. The sauce flavor of yellow sauce is as unique as a hundred years of aging, salty and sweet; The sauce of leek flower is like the mountain breeze in the morning, salty and fresh. The mixture of these two sauces creates a unique taste. Hot sauce is also essential, a little spicy stimulates the tip of the tongue and adds a little liveliness.

Later, the pancakes I ate were either misplaced or lacked seasoning. Now that pancake stall is still there, it can't taste the original taste.

Looking back on my primary school days, it was all them and me.

I am impetuous and careless, and I can't talk all the time, so I actually got someone who is willing to accept me.

We used to have classes together, grab snacks together, get criticized together, and talk about our worries together. ...

Every day after school, whether in the morning or afternoon, the three of us will stroll in the stall next to the school. What are we shopping for? Eating and drinking, of course. So many spring, summer, autumn and winter, we three sisters can eat a lot Which one of us touches a cup of Guandong cooking, then you eat meat, I drink soup, and she smells fragrant. Those who smell incense can only comfort themselves with an old saying: it is better to eat meat than to drink soup, and it is better to drink soup than to smell incense.

Every time we stay up until Friday, after school in the afternoon, we go to the "Lotus Fall" restaurant not far from the school. In this place where the dead are too expensive, we spend all the pocket money we have saved for a week. We began to enjoy a luxurious and happy dinner. Why did you choose here? Because the food is delicious and the decoration is good, there is also a wall almost full of books, which is placed in the bookcase leading to the aisle on the first floor. We can not only relax here, but also borrow our favorite books.

It seems as if it happened yesterday. The three of us had a good time and played heartily in the Lotus Lake.

That day, like every Friday, we went to "Lotus Lake", and when we went upstairs, we saw several big words "Don't sit down without spending". But we just didn't buy it. The three of us smiled at each other and ran upstairs at once. Although no one was talking at the time. But you and I both know that this is the best friend.

If you want to cry one day, call me. I can't promise to make you laugh, but I can cry with you.

Recalling those times together, the years of friendship are the most beautiful pictures in memory.

My hometown goes to the market every year, and the long street is full of people, so it is difficult to turn around. There are booths around. At this time, the school was on holiday, and the adults also put down their jobs. People in the village and people outside the village, men, women and children will come to the market. Like the Chinese New Year, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.

A few days ago, the silent theater became lively, and the actors only sang in the afternoon and evening. But I like going to the theater in the afternoon, because there are few people and because the weather is cooler. I remember one time, some of our children ran to the stage. Peeking behind the curtains, the colorful costumes, the singing of babbling, and the posture of dancing knives and guns are quite interesting. Of course, many times, sometimes we were found, so we ran away, just like running for our lives under the curse of a shocking lion roar. ...

The market is usually in June. It was hot at that time, and at night the villagers sat in front of their houses to enjoy the cool and chat. So, we children go to the back hill to play hide and seek. When you are tired of playing, blow on the mountain and talk about the interesting things you have encountered.

But September is the harvest season, and it is no exception for us. We get together, talking and laughing, and sometimes we bring some food to the mountains. Find some stones to make a stove, put some branches in the food and light a fire, so that you can eat them when they are cooked on the fire. At that time, there was no grass on the mountain, only a few trees and big stones. There are empty lots everywhere, and almost the whole mountain is empty lots. There is no need to worry about catching fire.

Now, the market in the village is not as lively as before. My childhood playmates also went their separate ways, playing slingshots, climbing trees to pick wild fruits and watching movies ... These interesting things can only be reproduced in memories. The village is much quieter and everything seems so boring.

10 the innocent romantic time of childhood has long passed, but when I opened the "box" of memory, those interesting childhood stories popped up like beans and gave me all kinds of beauty.

I spent part of my childhood at my grandmother's house. There is a garden behind my grandmother's house, which is my paradise until summer.

In the morning, I will go to the pond in the garden to catch fish and shrimp. Hang a small piece of meat with a thread and put it in the water. Soon there will be movement, then slowly lift the line and connect it with a basin, and the shrimp will become my bag. The heat of summer makes all the water evaporate, leaving only a mire, but the interest remains undiminished, because this is the best time to catch fish. I stood in the mire with my feet, taking advantage of the habit that fish always like to "drill their crotch", seized the opportunity to squat down quickly, and with a press of my hands, the fish became my "thing in my hand". Then I sneaked back to my house covered in mud, excited and scared, and changed my clothes. If grandma sees it, she will nag. But grandma always gives me a clean suit.

In the evening, when the sun is shining and the sun is setting, my little friend always brings us two bowls of brown sugar and mung bean soup made by his grandmother. Then I sat on the stone with him and watched the sunset with an innocent face held high. At first, the sky was red, just like a huge bonfire lit on the horizon. When the sun sets gently behind the mountain and the night gradually devours everything, fireflies with lanterns will appear. They are in groups, many, many, very bright and beautiful, and people can't help but want to blend in. For playful people, we will dip in the bowl after drinking mung bean soup, and then the stars will shine one after another in the bowl, just like diamonds are embedded in the bowl and stars fall in the bag. "Why don't you two naughty boys go home?" This is my second aunt who told us to go home after catching a cold. In this way, under the care of my aunt's flashlight, we were blowing warm wind and dreaming on our way home.

These childhood memories are well preserved in this box called "childhood". I always like to watch them jump out of it quietly, because he gave me all kinds of beauty. If you don't believe me, listen to them pop out again.

Lion dancing in the first month is a popular custom in China. Every festival or grand celebration, people use lion dance to entertain. In the hearts of people of all ethnic groups in China, the lion is a symbol of good luck. Therefore, the lion dance activities have placed people's good wishes for eliminating disasters and making money. At the beginning of last year, I went back to my hometown to pay a New Year call to my grandmother. I was lucky enough to watch a lion dance performance.

On weekdays, the village is noisy. After dinner, they get together in twos and threes to talk. All the young people have gone to work in the city, and the rest are old men and women. But playing chess and dancing square dance is not lonely at all. This just happened to catch up with the Chinese New Year, and the village was full of laughter.

I got up early as usual that morning, and when everything was ready, the sun had jumped out of the horizon. Before my family came out, I flew to an appointment place with my friends and went to the big square to watch the fun together. Lion dancers are between laughing and talking. The sunshine in early spring shines warmly on your body, and you can't feel the cold left by winter at all.

"Knock, knock, knock", the sound of gongs and drums is endless. Ah, coming! Grandpa lit 2000 electro-optic cannons hanging on a small bamboo pole with a cigarette. "Knock, knock, knock" sounds like fried beans. After a while, the villagers flocked to the square like the tide, and automatically formed a circle in the loud sound of gongs and drums and firecrackers.

At this time, an old man in his fifties appeared, with rosy cheeks and full of energy, shaking and teasing in front of the "lion" with a colored ball tied with red silk in one hand. Perhaps this "king of beasts" was angered, and an "evil tiger pounced on the sheep". I looked at the lion carefully. His body is made of red cloth, which is probably auspicious. I saw the "lion" put two front paws on the ground and jumped up. The ball in the old man's hand quickly passed to the other hand. The lion didn't want to pounce on his failure, so the old man quickly flashed to the right and looked at his lithe figure. I didn't expect him to be an old man in his sixties.

People applauded the wonderful performance. The gongs and drums on the side are unambiguous, and the more they knock, the more urgent they are. The hammers of gongs and drums rained down on them, and the sound of gongs and drums, firecrackers, applause and cheers became one.

The "lion" dived, pressed, rolled, grabbed and jumped. As soon as it turned over, it burst into thunderous applause and cheers ... People were immersed in the joy of celebrating the Spring Festival.

12 We are all masters of time, and time owns us. The past time is gone forever, and our time has turned into a beautiful poem in the memory galaxy, just like fireworks in the sky, beautiful but fleeting.

At this age, the time I had before was called childhood. At the age of flying in the field, I am curious about all my thoughts, imagining the days when I am unrestrained, carefree, only worried about missing cartoons, and I am too excited to sleep every holiday eve. I remember that at that time, my favorite was the Spring Festival, and I was looking forward to the galaxy-like fireworks.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, the earth is covered with snow, firecrackers will be set off all night, and New Year's Eve is decorated with new year's goods and couplets on doors and windows. How old am I? At this time, I always sit on the doorframe of the gate, holding the candy stolen from the kitchen, licking and eating, and stepping on the thick snow uneasily. On New Year's Eve, adults are always busy in the east and west, visiting relatives and friends, cooking New Year's Eve, greeting guests and making the rules left by their ancestors. On this day, the children fly by themselves, and some fart behind their mothers and grandmothers to taste them in advance. Some people are very happy to receive red envelopes from their elders, or fly to the fields to play with their partners, because on this day, adults can't beat and scold children. When they are naughty and scold, they can confidently say "Today is the New Year"!

I'm the greedy one. I can't get out of the kitchen with my grandmother. I said I was helping. In fact, I began to covet the shiny red meat a long time ago, so I took advantage of my grandmother's inattention and thought I was hiding and took a big bite. Now that I think about it, it's strange that the oil in my mouth is not exposed. At noon, the table is full, but you can't move chopsticks. Mom says it's a rule. Adults don't eat. How can children move chopsticks first?

Lunch is always spent in the noise and reminiscence of adults, drunken uncles are sleeping soundly in the room, and I sit at the door frame in the morning, with the snow under my feet dark and looking forward to the evening.

Winter night comes quickly, but I feel very slow. Shopping with adults is always tiring. They always have endless words to say to their relatives. The New Year's Eve dinner is delicious, but it has no taste in my heart. My heart has gone with the wind outside, because I have an appointment with Ahua to set off fireworks together! After a hasty meal, everyone gathered around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. I secretly said to my mother, "I want to go outside and find jen." My mother was very unhappy and said it was impolite for everyone to get together, so I left. I was so sad that I deliberately put some music in my room to express my dissatisfaction.

Jane knocked on my door. I was ecstatic to see Jane coming. My mother had to let me out. Excited, I walked and sang, with light steps. The red lanterns at the door of every household are particularly bright.

I have a small fairy wand in my hand, and I am at a loss about the lighter. Jen is also confused about this, but how can people in the village lack fireworks? My brother was worried about me, so he caught me red-handed and had to accompany me to set off fireworks. The little lamp in his hand dances at night, and the small triangle of the fire tree and silver flowers excites us. We only heard a "chirp", and the sky exploded with milky fireworks, a black and blue scene. It seems that there is a galaxy in full bloom. I opened every small box, and there was a small fireworks and a small toy gun that I had been satisfied with for a long time. "The arrow through the clouds" stands in a small snow pile, and my brother uses a lighter. "Swish" flew into the sky with a yellow dot at the end, which was not very beautiful, but I was very excited. The small rocket seems to carry my hope for the New Year and fly into the sky. What fascinates me most is ". Even its burning red light will be waved, running with Ahua on the old cement road in the village, smiling and turning around, forgetting how long it is. I still remember the wonderful time when I was a child.

It was a long time ago, and now everyone is living well in a building. However, the closed door seems to have cut off the intimacy of that relative. Without that excitement, I wouldn't be the child who stole a piece of meat. I have never seen such exciting fireworks again, and the past time can never come back.