Write a composition on Xianghu Lake.

1. Composition describing Hu Xiang in Xiaoshan, Hu Xiang.

Xianghu Lake is located in Xiaoshan, Zhejiang, west of the market 1 km. The lake is gourd-shaped, surrounded by mountains on both sides of the north and south, formerly known as eighty miles along the lake. In the Ming Dynasty, Sun Xuesi built a "bridge across the lake" in a narrow place in the middle of the lake, which divided the lake into upper and lower Hunan lakes. Later, Shangxianghu was silted up into a field, and now Xianghu is only the corner of Xiaxianghu at that time. Xianghu Lake was originally a respectable relic of the ancient Qiantang River. It is named for its beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, Jingjiang River and Lake. There are many scenic spots, such as gazebo, Yuewangcheng, Tiger Cave, Hu Ya, Chrysanthemum Mountain, Lion Peak and Lexus. A hill on the northwest bank of Xianghu Lake is like a city wall because of its four heights and one low.

Xianghu Lake is located in the west of Xiaoshan District, Hangzhou. It is not only the cradle of the culture of crossing the lake bridge 8,000 years ago, but also the ancient battlefield where wuyue fought 2,000 years ago. It is not only the birthplace of beautiful women, but also the hometown of poet He. This book is a compilation of more than 30 short articles. The author described the historical evolution, lakes and mountains, scenic spots and historical sites, Hunan specialties, historical celebrities and related poems with affectionate pen and ink, which reflected the profound cultural heritage of Hunan.

Historically, Xianghu Lake became a lake earlier than the West Lake, but compared with the West Lake, which is always suitable for light makeup and heavy makeup, Xianghu Lake, which is only ten kilometers away from it, is "kept in the inner room and no one knows her". At present, the scattered waters of Xianghu Lake are less than 1 square kilometer.

Since the establishment of Xiaoshan Hu Xiang Tourism Resort Management Committee on August 18 last year, Xiaoshan has officially opened the curtain for the protection and development of Hu Xiang. According to the comrades of the Management Committee, Xiaoshan's orientation of building Xianghu Lake is to develop in dislocation with the West Lake. He made an image metaphor: the West Lake is like a lady, while Hu Xiang is a folk beauty forgotten by the outside world. While making great efforts to build a historical Hunan and a cultural Hunan, the Hunan under construction will consider playing an ecological card to make it more "wild". In addition, they will also devote themselves to the construction of Night Xiang Lake to make it more attractive.

Like the ten scenic spots of the West Lake, Guxiang Lake has eight scenic spots. More famous, such as the King of Yue's nostalgia, the well-known story of Gou Jian was born here. Hu Xiang Scenic Area has canoes with a history of more than 8,000 years, which is a unique world resource. It is also reported that some visiting scholars from Japan and the United States have done research on Xianghu Lake. For example, The Nine Centuries of Xianghu-China written by American scholar Xiao has more than 200,000 words. There are 9 monographs like this, and some ancient books are being translated now. We can explore the historical and cultural background of Xianghu Lake and provide sufficient basis for how to solve the problem.

Fisherman's land tour

Xianghu misty rain filament, rice slides on the spoon. After the clouds disappear, when the moon is slanting, the tide falls and the boat is drunk.

My hometown is in the beautiful and rich Xiaoshan.

I love my hometown, I love everything here, but what I like best is Hu Xiang, a charming lake in my hometown. The water in Xianghu Lake is very clear! In the morning, the lake is like a big mirror, which blends with the blue sky, reflecting the scenery such as mountain shadows on both sides of the river, as if the strange peaks stand in the water, and as if fish are in the upper reaches of the sky and birds are flying underwater; At night, the moon hangs high in the air like a jade plate. On the lake, the blue waves are like mirrors, and the starlight and moon shadow are reflected at the bottom of the lake, like a golden pearl falling from the lake.

There is a forest path around Xianghu Lake. Both children and old people will stand on this path and take a leisurely walk. At this point, all the troubles have been thrown outside the cloud nine, leaving only peace and happiness in my heart.

On the lake, there are ships shuttling through it. Large passenger ships and paddle boats come and go.

I am sitting on the rowing boat, listening to the "squeaking" sound of rowing and looking at the beautiful scenery around me. I feel really happy! Our generation, with sufficient material conditions, has become more affluent spiritually. Thinking of these makes me cherish everything I have now! I looked at the beautiful scenery and couldn't help feeling deeply.

Xianghu Lake, although you don't have the reputation of "the pearl in the sky" like the West Lake, you have given us a good place to relax and make us feel that life is so wonderful. I love Xiang Lake in my hometown, this charming lake.

3. The beautiful Hu Xiang composition is written in 300 words as a mountain square. Hu Xiang is located in the southwest of Chengxiang Town, Xiaoshan.

The scenery there is charming and it is an intoxicating place. In spring, the willows by the lake pull out new branches and grow green leaves.

Spring breeze is blowing, and willow branches are dancing in the wind. The long willow branches touched the lake and played a beautiful movement.

The lake is crystal clear, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. Xiaocao's brother poked his head out and looked at the charming spring scenery.

Listen, who is laughing there? Ah, it turned out to be a beautiful peach blossom girl. The peach blossom girl wears a pink dress, which exudes a faint fragrance and attracts the butterfly fairy.

The butterfly fairy hurriedly collected pollen and scattered the flowers all over Hunan Lake. "Click, click", the tailor swallow flew back and was busy dressing up for spring! In summer, willows flourish.

It shook its long green braid and looked leisurely at the mirror by the lake. Peach trees are covered with big pink peaches, smiling at the children.

Look, the lotus flowers in the lake are blooming, one after another, one after another, one after another. Some laughed; Some just spread two or three petals; There are flowers and bones in bud, just like a shy little girl! In the middle of the lake, small fish swam around in the water and played hide and seek: some hid in the grass; Some hide under the pier; Still hiding under the lotus leaf.

What a lovely little fish! In autumn, swallows will go to the south for the winter. While flying, it will bid farewell to the beautiful Xianghu Lake. Maple leaves put on a crimson dress and were busy sending emails.

The fallen leaves are singing the autumn graduation song and throwing themselves into the arms of Mother Earth. Clusters of chrysanthemums are colorful, including purple, yellow and snow-white ... The shapes are also varied, and some are like small wool balls. Some petals are like embroidery needles; Some are like burning flames; Others are like little girls' curly hair, so cute! Jingui fragrance, I saw sweet-scented osmanthus babies smiling, and some were set off by leaves, more colorful.

Some are bathed in sunshine, and they are blown by the wind to show a happy smile when they are resting. Some are spread by the golden arrow of the sun, flashing a string of brilliance, as if to show all its beauty to the fullest.

A gust of wind blew, and osmanthus slowly fell. Looking from a distance, it's like a osmanthus rain. In winter, plants and trees wither, and only plum blossoms are full of vitality.

Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, plum blossoms stand proudly in the biting cold wind and compete to open. The smell comes from the nose and often captures the footsteps of tourists.

Snowflakes are falling slowly, like butterflies dancing in the air. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, swirling, piece by piece, and the ground is covered with a white carpet.

Willow took off her green shirt, put on a silver-white cotton-padded jacket and fell asleep slowly. The beautiful Xianghu Lake is a lovely place with people all year round.

4. Writing a composition with the theme of (Xanadu), with more than 800 words, is a Xanadu in my heart.

No.: Group 2405: Junior Middle School Group Name: * * * * School: * * *

Everyone will have a deep nostalgia for their hometown. My hometown, in a small mountainous area, is not known as Guilin's "landscape is the best in the world"; Zhangjiajie has no unique scenery; There is no sunset photo of Lei Feng in Hangzhou West Lake. However, the geographical conditions here are superior, the specialty resources are rich, and the customs are simple.

The mountains and rivers, fields, rivers and customs in my hometown all have unique beauty and are amazing.

The mountain in my hometown, it doesn't have the strange pines and rocks of Huangshan; Without the majestic momentum of Mount Tai; The mountain is not as steep as Huashan. It is continuous, like a little giant, protecting our hometown. Spring has come, and the mountains are covered with green coats. Look, they are all green. If it rains in Mao Mao next time, it will be more beautiful. Mountains are looming in the fog, like young girls dancing in green dance makeup. And the dusty leaves suddenly became dazzling. The lush trees are more tall and straight in the rain, and everything seems to be in a fairyland. In summer, this mountain is a good place to escape the heat. Although, there is no beautiful scenery of Lushan Mountain in summer vacation. But there are tall and straight pines and cypresses, fragrant flowers and singing birds. There, you can enjoy the fresh air of nature. Autumn hills, perhaps because the green clothes have been installed for a long time, have changed into gold clothes. Farmers' uncles love this golden color, which can be seen from their smiling faces filled with harvest joy. In winter, Grandma Xue put on a cotton-padded jacket for the earth. Grandma Xue is really a kind person! Look! How lovely the hill in cotton-padded jacket is! Like naughty little boys, blinking bright eyes and whispering with their partners!

The fields in my hometown are not as magnificent as the lion forest in Suzhou, nor as vast as the grassland. But it contains the sweat of many working people and brings people a bumper harvest and joy. In summer, the fields are green. From a distance, it looks like a green carpet. Lying on it is soft and comfortable!

In our hometown, rivers are the busiest and happiest angels. All the year round, the water is gurgling, singing sweet songs and running towards your goal. In summer, this river is a paradise for children, where they play and catch fish. It seems that I want to put all my golden childhood here. This river in my hometown is our mother river, which feeds us.

In the morning, a ray of sunshine shines on the bed through the window. I opened the door and breathed the fresh air of nature. I am full of energy. Grandpa Sun waddled from the mountain as if he had drunk wine, revealing a red smiling face. White clouds are floating in the air, looking leisurely. Birds fly freely in the air, singing beautiful songs. The farmer's uncle went up the mountain to dig vegetable fields early in the morning, and the roofs of every household were covered with smoke. People are busy with their own affairs; Some people want to clean, some are washing clothes, some are reading, and some are cooking. People in the village are very enthusiastic. Occasionally, when I meet you on the road, I will say hello and chat. Sometimes my neighbors need help and will not hesitate to lend a helping hand. Seeing this, I feel that all this is so beautiful and harmonious.

My hometown, the paradise in my heart, is not as beautiful as Guilin. Without the beauty of Zhangjiajie; There is no Pinghu autumn moon in Hangzhou. However, the geographical conditions here are superior, the natural resources are abundant, and the local conditions and customs are simple. Hometown is always the most beautiful. It will always be in our hearts, and we should make it more beautiful.

5. Write a composition "Hope" on the topic of "Hope"

I don't know why, but there is always an urgent mood and a persistent expectation in my heart. Once upon a time, I knew it was hope. So, what do I expect?

I hope I will get better and better. First of all, I want to be a brave person, full of confidence in success, fearless and galloping on the battlefield. Cut off self-restraint with the sword of the brave, walk out of the trough of failure with the pace of the brave, and look at tomorrow and the future with the confidence of the brave. Secondly, I want to be diligent, study hard, enrich my heart and find the source of success; You should know that gentle and calm lake water will not breed wave breakers, and comfortable greenhouses will not grow into towering trees. I want to learn to be a young eagle who dares to struggle and fight. I will be in the baptism of the storm wings, soaring in the sky of Wan Li. I want to innovate, write the most novel essays, praise my youth and enrich my most wonderful life.

I look forward to a beautiful living environment. Here, I can sketch out the perfect world in my heart. I can study in the shade of trees, go boating among the green mountains and green waters, play among the green grass and red flowers, and sit alone in the west window, so that the rain outside the window can gently knock on the window, let my thoughts surge and swim in the ocean of knowledge. Overcome ups and downs and capture the true meaning of life.

I hope that the motherland will become more and more prosperous, so that the whole world can realize its prosperity and strength. From the four great inventions to the complete success of manned space flight, the industrious and intelligent descendants of the Yellow Emperor have attracted the world's attention and amazed the world! The history of humiliation is gone forever, and a rich and beautiful China is presented to the world. The Yangtze River beats huge waves, and the Yellow River makes waves, which shows the strength of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. Let the satellite fly in the air once in her arms! Chasing the wind for the moon; Let the nuclear power plant stimulate greater * * *, hitting every corner of China. The majestic Great Wall is vast, supporting the backbone of the Chinese nation. My rich and powerful motherland stands proudly in the east of the world, proudly shouting to the continents and oceans of the world and the universe in the sky: China is great!

Too much hope makes the language pale and can't describe her. Is it enough just to hope for the prosperity of the motherland and the peaceful development of the world?

I know there is always a long gap between hope and reality. This gap can only be filled by bit by bit efforts. As a middle school student in the new era, I will study hard, arm myself with rich knowledge and serve my country. "Studying for the rise of China" is still our ideal. Without hope, there is no color in life. Therefore, for a colorful life, I will explore my whole life.

6. Write a composition on the topic of hope. Hope, time, countercurrent.

Hope, time, countercurrent

Flowers bloom and fall, and the yen lacks the moon. Time is like an endless river, rolling down. The flower-like years are memories that everyone is eager to save. And I, too, look forward to the time flowing back to that childhood with her. When I was a child, my parents were busy and my grandmother took care of me. Warm sunshine always makes the sky blush. And I always pull my bike to go to school at this time. However, the hurried voice behind him is always accompanied by the sun. Grandma's chubby face is flushed, probably running too fast. Grandma gasped and said with a smile, "there is no milk." Actually, to be honest, I don't like bottled milk very much. I always feel too greasy, and grandma has to soak in hot water to warm herself up. But looking at grandma's hand mixed with countless sweat drops and water drops, my hand naturally reached over and grabbed the bottle of milk tightly. Grandma smiled, smiling as warm as the sun.

The glacier of youth turned into silence in the sun. Although winter has long passed, there are still pictures of winter every day. This bottle of milk with the same temperature as grandma's palm is the protagonist. And every day, my heart is always as warm as sunshine.

The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile is swaying, becoming the most beautiful ornament on my road. Now, my mother has changed to a more leisurely job, and I have gradually grown up, passing through my thin youth, viola, kapok, sadness and impermanence. Grandma went back to her hometown, but I still vaguely remember that sad and bright March. The day you went back, you just suddenly told your mother to breast-feed me every day, and it must be warm. I looked at the neat rows of milk bottles outside the house and cried my eyes red.

Finally, plastic boxed milk replaced bottled milk. And milk has lost its original warmth, just like its shell, cold and cold.

The sunshine is still warm and warm, but I am looking forward to the countercurrent of time and the childhood with you. Countercurrent time, let me catch that bottle of warm milk again; Try the sweet and greasy taste again; Go back to that thick and warm embrace.

I have forgotten which day of the year, which month, and which wall I carved a face on. Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face. But the place where we stayed was actually swept away silently by the flood.

Please go against the current and go back to those warm mornings. I don't need a halo, I don't need flowers, I just hope that time will go back in a blink of an eye, even a second is enough to satisfy me.

If we are children forever, we can stay in the place of time, listen to the story that will never grow old, and slowly look at your auspicious face. I wish time could turn back at this moment and let me go back in time.

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Write a composition on the topic of melting ice. I like snow since I was a child, because I always feel how romantic the white world is, but I don't like the disaster brought by snow.

Caring people melt the snowstorm with love, so that the people in the disaster area can feel the warmth of love in the severe winter and the wanderers who have not yet returned home can feel the warmth of home.

The strength of people's unity must be better than the sky!

It is precisely because love melts the ice and snow that this kind of love is selfless.

Although snowflake is romantic, don't yearn for it, because it will freeze your heart.

If we choose snowflakes now, we will lose our warm clothes and no one will clear the road. Everything will become desolate, and the whole world will become silent.

Because this is the road of life, you have to walk and create on your own. Don't wait for snowflakes in the snow, go, because there are still many things to do. Don't be frozen by this cold snowflake.

Emergency rescue and disaster relief in ice and snow is also called love.

Parents' love for their families will also give us strength. Go forward, don't go backwards. Come on! When the ice melts, speed up and be sure to catch up. You can see the scenery you want to see on both sides of the road

Realize your dreams all the way up.

8. Write an article on mountains and rivers. The benevolence of the mountain is that it contains ancient trees in heaven and grass everywhere; It gave birth to the fierce roar of the jackal, and also maintained that weak and sad roar; Or hug each other with your hands, and the water will become a lake; Or split the body and let the waterfall hang upside down in Qianchuan ... Dashan stands humbly, silently enduring the pain of the sandstorm of time and the setbacks caused by human misconduct.

The flow of water is more like the pursuit of wisdom, and its only fate is to publicize personality and flow. It doesn't think about how to face the hard rock in the way, but gently bypasses it, leaving only a few wisps of moss to teach the meaning of hard rock flowing water.

It never dissolves, letting fallen leaves and human filth die with the water, but never allowing them to germinate on the water, only telling them the meaning of water flow with endless loneliness. In the heart of water, there is nothing else. Speaking of curves and straight lines, a painful pebble will be exchanged for surging water.

Mountains and water go hand in hand, so that the soul can be honed, reincarnated and met in the sandstorm of the years. "Why do you keep flowing?" Dashan asked, "Isn't fertile land worth your breeding?" Aren't thousands of setbacks worth facing? Aren't ten thousand kinds of pain worth distinguishing? "The water didn't answer, but it still magnified the pain, rolled up thousands of waves, flooded the village, and was ferocious.

"I don't want to face setbacks, I don't want to resolve the pain!" Water said, "It's just that I must integrate into the ocean, amplify this pain, teach people in the endless flow and disappearance, and warn people with the disillusioned ocean that I must be humble." The mountain didn't answer, just opened its arms to let people hide inside, let the water hover at the foot of the mountain, let the fruit grow on the tree and let people live.

"There are as many mountains of hope as there are oceans of disillusionment." Shan said: "I want to face setbacks, resolve the pain, give people a home, and endure all the wind and frost."

The mountain is still and the water is flowing. The water is in unprecedented chaos, and the scenery on both sides of the strait is just a farewell when the waves beat the shore; The fish in the water is just goodbye.

In the water, everything is over, and all the pain is great. The mountain looks at the water.

"In fact, you and I are not antagonistic." Shanshan said, "We are all waiting.

Waiting for someone who can understand setbacks and will not amplify the pain; Waiting for someone, silently reading the flow of water at the top of the mountain and reciting the reflection of the waterside mountain! "The mountain began to flow and the water began to calm down. The water began to be strong, to face setbacks.

The mountain began to weaken, amplifying the pain. China has been watched by landscape and humanities for thousands of years. China has been whistling, and that whistle will reverberate in the hearts of Qian Shan Wangu, thousands of pounds of waves and hundreds of millions of China people! The ancient and vigorous nation, after years of spring dew and autumn frost, howling has been so vicissitudes.

Now, I want to capture your lingering voice to see all of you ... In the desolate northwest frontier, Yangguan has been silent, which is a silent mourning. Maybe the bones in the thousands of graves under its feet are silent. They didn't use black gauze to seal their wives' extravagant hopes, but only used cloth to support their families' hopes. However, they came, in the white hair of the loving mother in the Central Plains, in the distant view of the spring boudoir in the south of the Yangtze River, and in the night cry of the children of Huxiang, they came! For a complete battlefield, for the pure land of one side's descendants, for a standing nation! They are willing to be conquered all their lives, and they are willing to show their bones and gravel.

Here, I see your Chinese solemn and stirring determination and fortitude. The long and endless Yangtze River is rolling forward.

Yes, the Yangtze River has been flowing until it crosses the Central Plains. However, in time, it seems to be longer, running through the whole history.

In the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, there are tears of Liu Bei and Bai Di, and there are also figures of Li Bai sailing and paddling. Perhaps, Liu Bei and Li Bai are completely two kinds of people, one is a monarch who strives for the world, and the other is a poet who travels around the world.

Emperors must have their own great achievements, and sages and poets throughout the ages must have their own articles. However, the Yangtze River accommodates all this with its width. Welcome Li Bai's loud singing in the morning; Meet Liu Bei's tired horseshoe at night.

Here, military and language blend, conquest and liberation blend! Here, I see the tolerance and broadness of your Chinese. Finally, I visited the ancient town of Jiangnan. The thought of perching, the fairy tale of peach blossom and flowing water, may have become the complex of every Chinese son and daughter. Here, some people choose to live in seclusion.

"Big is hidden in the city", so I completely melted myself in the tinkling of pots and pans, and completely melted myself in the selling of groceries and common things. Here, the gentle bridges and flowing water, the gentle old houses for cooking and smoking, and the simple villagers and neighbors here have all accepted your arrival with pleasure. But the ancient town also has an elusive side, such as the complex society of white-haired Suzhou and the well-known "five-person tomb monument".

Here, I have seen your tenderness, forbearance and eruption in the deepest part of China! China has beautiful mountains and rivers and mellow humanities. In this small mountain, river, people and customs, the whole picture of China is reflected. Let's see the face of Chinese mother through the landscape and humanities. Like children, water is growing, but in the eyes of parents, children are always children.

Mountains are like parents. Although they are getting old day by day, they are calm and reliable in the eyes of children. Parents are like mountains, and parents will always be parents. Small water drops in the sky, one drop and two drops … condense into a thick cloud, just like a fetus in a mother's womb, growing up day by day.

Raindrops fell, and they joined the stream at the foot of the mountain and jumped happily. They ran along the mountain and were guided by it.

It's like parents are teaching their tottering children to walk. The stream enters the river along the guidance of the mountain, and the river rolls up a small splash, one by two … like a naughty child making faces and winking at his parents.

And the mountain is calm, and the mountain has the majesty of the mountain. Looking at the splash on the river, they just smiled quietly. They have to bear the lives of trees, grass, birds and even human beings.

So they are heavy. They can't play in the river. Gradually, the river understood that they were not as naughty as before. They rushed into the river and licked the soles of Dashan's feet quietly to relax Dashan's numb feet.

Children also understand that put a pot of warm water at the feet of parents who just came home from work, take off their shoes for them, wet their feet with water, and feel the roughness between their toes with their hands. Rivers.

9. Write a composition on the theme of calling for the spring breeze to arouse a harmony-"Who wants to give her seat to this old woman? Thank you. Who wants to ... "The attendant on the bus called many times, but everyone was indifferent.

Still sitting in their seats one by one. After about 5 minutes, a young man with a broken leg leaned on a crutch and said, "I'll give you my seat!" " You stand there and don't move. I'll help you. "

The call of spring breeze evokes a friendship-"Ah!" With this cry, the students' eyes fell on the playground, and the classmate rolled on the ground with his feet in his arms. It turned out that his foot was twisted. Students swarmed in, scrambling to help the student to the school doctor's office.

The teacher stood by, smiling knowingly, as if he had seen the morning sun. The call of spring breeze evokes a family affection-"My lovely granddaughter, come and eat this chicken leg."

Grandpa put a big chicken leg in my bowl. "Grandpa, thank you! I don't want to eat, I'll give it to you. "

I put it in my bowl again and put it in grandpa's bowl. "Hey, if you do this again, Grandpa won't like you."

The chicken leg is in my bowl again. "Grandpa, eat! If you put it in my bowl again, I won't hurt you ... "The call of spring breeze evokes a nostalgia-the weather is bad, the clouds are gathering, and it's going to rain soon.

"Where did Aunt Li go? Her clothes are still hanging outside! " "She went to get oil." It was dark and cold.

It's raining as hard as beans. I only saw Aunt Liu playing clothes in the rain and leaving them at Aunt Li Er's house.

Aunt Li Er came back to know about it, and they looked at each other and smiled. This smile is fixed by time.

The call of spring breeze evokes all the beautiful things in the world, which are solidified by the air. That phone call seems to have changed my mother since I entered junior high school.

From loving mother to strict mother. Always say "no" every day, only say to me every day: "Don't check after finishing your homework!" "Don't watch TV during the day on weekends!" "Don't read extracurricular books that have nothing to do with study!" "Don't …" Every time my mother opens her mouth to talk to me, I feel that her lips will raise an arc to say "no".

My mother and I are gradually estranged, and there is an invisible film between our hearts. After dinner, I went back to my room to do my homework.

My mother suddenly came in and saw that I was engaged in politics, so she asked me if I had finished studying several other main courses. I said there was another one. Mother began to nag: didn't you say that homework is not allowed in the minor class before the main class is finished? How can you not arrange time? No wonder my grades are always failing ... "I really want to hold back and try to listen to my mother's nagging patiently, but I can't stand it after all." I shouted loudly: "there can be primary and secondary between classes, but there can be no primary and secondary between knowledge!" I also have brains and thoughts! I won't arrange my time in disorder! " After that, I rushed out of the house involuntarily ... I hid in a corner of the stairs and sobbed alone.

Am I wrong? Don't! I was right! There is no order between knowledge and knowledge! Am I really wrong? Yes, I was wrong! Even if my mother is wrong, I shouldn't talk to her so loudly. Even after yelling at her, I ran out alone. This is a great disrespect for my mother! There was a rush of footsteps on the stairs. It's mom! But I didn't run out, maybe my pride is at work! As time went by, my mother dragged her tired figure back and forth. On the stairs, she shouted calmly and anxiously, "Where are you, son?" Mom searched the whole block. Mom knows that you are in the community, just come out, just forgive mom, it's all mom's fault! "I went to my mother, and she immediately hugged me tightly, as if holding a rare treasure, afraid that I would run away again.

My mother and I hugged each other tightly, and tears welled up in my eyes ... My mother's call for love swayed the friendship of love and eliminated the gap between me and my mother.

10. Write a 500-word composition on the topic of "Hope". For example, all living beings are looking forward to having a pair of bird wings, looking for a rotating sky, surpassing the length of the four seasons, completing the sublimation of life and touching one rain after another ...

The passage of time has washed away the mottled history and those unforgettable memories. Qu Yuan is the soul of "Nine Songs" and is world-famous. He walks in the field, with Changfeng as his wings and rainstorm as his boat. He is looking forward to, cultivate one's morality and wear pearls. He expects the world to be wise and upright, and hates the ignorance of officialdom; He is looking forward to the grand exhibition and the immortal Li Sao; He looked forward to justice and crowned his life with death; He is looking forward to it; May the world wake up to the fact that the Miluo River is choppy and belongs to the people of Sri Lanka through the ages.

Li Taibai is drunk as a song, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon; Du Shaofu is looking forward to the building, and there is no frozen bone on the road; Emperor Taizong hoped that the advice would be unimpeded, and the country and the people would be safe; Confucius hopes that benevolence and righteousness will spread all over the world, and his reputation will spread thousands of miles; Liu Bang hoped to defeat Xiang Yu and achieve hegemony. The king of Qin hopes to swallow the wall to bully Zhao and fight for the six countries; Duke Zhou of Zhou hoped Dayan wouldn't punish him again ... Throughout the ages, many people with lofty ideals have stuck to their hopes and left countless stories to the world.

Ignorant I fell into the river of youth. I look forward to the maple leaf covering the road in front of me, using knowledge as a beacon to illuminate my way forward. I am looking forward to the simple fireflies, the tea made by my grandfather, the fragrant rice floating in the air, and the fans of my grandmother's house. Walking in the bustling streets, looking at strange faces, I always feel touched. I thought everyone was trying to realize their hopes. Leave the smallest regret. We are the same. We study hard every day, just to realize the little wishes buried in our hearts. We will never regret fighting the fate of the sky when we are young. We will always remember this time, remember the dandelion beside the fence, and remember the taste of youth!

Dreaming of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, bridges and flowing water, gives people a touch of sadness. No one cares about Wuyi Lane, whose mind is so cold. Things are different, fireworks are easy to get cold, and only the hope in the heart is slowly sprouting, giving people warmth and hope. We refuse to let hope burst its banks in the river of youth and refuse to let hope be cut off by Miscanthus!

Days are like falling rain in the distance, cherries are red and bananas are green. But when I was young, I was thin and frivolous, always looking forward to a flower! Shuang Meng's wings let the world crawl under his feet. Taste a cup of fragrant tea, look up at the sky, stand on tiptoe, and find that hope is a wisp of fragrance in life and a maple leaf in life. And I am looking forward to-a beautiful camphor tree, a blooming phoenix!