Going to school, Lu Ge imitated writing.

1. Imitation composition on the way to school

It was drizzling outside on the way to school, and the sky was extremely gloomy. I walked with heavy steps on the long and boring way to school.

I hate this kind of weather, and the gloomy days make my mood gloomy. I was walking with my head down. Suddenly, I heard a sound of "Ah", which startled me.

Looking up, not far away, a little girl in pink knocked down an old man by bike. Instead of helping the old man up, the little girl got on her bike and ran away. Seeing this, I was indignant and rushed to help the old man get up.

But who knows, the old lady grabbed me and said, "Do you want to leave after hitting someone?" Alas, it's the first time I've been misunderstood since I was so big. It's really more unjust than Dou E! I tried to control my emotions and explained, "Grandma, I didn't hit you. That little girl knocked you down just now. I came to help you." "Hum! Still pretending to be a good person, not who are you? Red clothes, long hair, you still want to deny it? No way! " Oh, my god It seems that I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the sky became brighter and brighter, and many people surrounded us. An aunt pleaded for me: "As a child, she will make some mistakes, so why bother her?" But grandma didn't feel relieved, and I didn't know what to do at the moment.

"It wasn't her, it was me!" People's eyes suddenly shifted to another little girl. Seeing her panting and sweat dripping from her face, she said to her grandmother, "Grandma, where are you hurt?" Do you want to go to the hospital? I just went home to get money, I didn't tell you, I'm sorry! " Hearing these words, the grandmother's face finally smiled: "Nothing, nothing, as long as you dare to admit your mistakes, you are a good boy!" " He said to me again, "I'm sorry, son. I'm old and my eyes are useless. I wronged you."

I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Helping the old and bringing the young is what we should do." People around me gave me a favorable look, and a storm ended like this.

Although I was wronged, I don't regret it at all. I believe that as long as everyone can give a little love, the world will be more beautiful. 2. growing up all the way-how to write Lu Ge's composition

How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I have lived and studied in the Central Primary School for nearly three years. In the past three years, I am delighted to find that every corner of the campus is quietly changing: a science and technology corridor full of fantasy, a spacious and bright reading hall, a dance studio with bright windows, a library with a wide range of books, an unconstrained movie and television hall, and a spacious and flat plastic playground ... The reconstruction and expansion again and again have made our campus full of vitality and vigor, and made it

So, I was quietly thinking in the reading hall, and I was warmly discussing in class. In the laboratory, I left the footsteps of active exploration, in the plastic playground, I practiced diabolo sweat hard, and in the film and television hall, I laughed heartily for a moment. < P > So, in the track and field, I courageously competed for the first place and was unwilling to lag behind others; At the book festival, I run tabloids, draw bookmarks and be meticulous; In the self-study class, I am writing hard and racing against time ... < P > Because no matter where I am on campus, there are always a pair of warm eyes watching me, and there is always an upward spirit inspiring me. She urges me to grow and forge ahead. I grew up with the school * * * 3. What order did Lu Ge write when I went to school?

(1) A back figure made Zhu Ziqing cry; One look makes me sweat all my life.

That was when I was in middle school, because there was a "lame subject" and it was said that arts and sciences were no longer divided into subjects at that time. Therefore, although my grades in Chinese and English were among the top in my class, my grades in mathematics, physics and chemistry were surprisingly poor. Under such circumstances, the college entrance examination is definitely hopeless.

Therefore, before the final exam of senior one, I was completely disappointed and went home. Feeling ashamed, I heard that my father was pulling weeds in the field when I got home. I quickly put on my straw hat and went to the field to help.

If you don't study hard, you will be called a "loafer". In the hot sun, I went to the field, and I told my father that I didn't want to go to school anymore. Anyway, I couldn't learn well, so I might as well go home and farm.

I thought my father would fly into a rage. He had great hopes for me. He had been blind all his life, and he didn't want me to go his old way. However, my father always buried his head and ignored me, as if he didn't listen to me.

I'm not afraid of my father's anger, but my father's silence. I dare not speak any more, so I have to pull weeds with him.

The sun was poisonous at noon. Sweat crawled on my body like a worm. My clothes stuck to my body and I looked up. My father was still burying his head in pulling weeds. How dare I stop ... At noon, I went home for dinner, but my father still didn't express his opinion on my dropping out of school. What can I say? The situation is not good, I know, the more hot and dry summer afternoon, the more there will be sudden storms.

this silence makes me uneasy. After dinner, my father said, "Let's go and turn over the seedlings in the field, or we won't get the sweet potatoes this year."

I picked up my hoe and left. I don't believe this. My father can do it, but I can't.

The summer afternoon sun is so intense that I can't keep my eyes open with sweat. At school, it's time for a nap, and I've already yawned-seeing my father, with his dark back naked, still burying his head in turning over the seedlings-while my father wasn't looking, I went to the shade and fell asleep with a hoe on my pillow. It seems that after a while, I was awakened by my father.

when I opened my eyes, I saw my father's cold eyes, which were very complicated, including disdain, disdain, sadness and despair, and many things I couldn't say at once ... "You are not qualified to be a cultivator, and crops will grow when you lie on the ground and sleep? Like you, loafers are better than you. You fool the crops for one day, and the crops will fool you for one year.

get up quickly! " I can't stand the look in my father's eyes. My back is already sweating, not hot sweat, but cold sweat. That night, when I got home, I felt all my bones were scattered.

touching the sunburned part of my arm makes my heart a mess. The next morning, at dawn, my father pushed me up again.

when I opened my eyes, it was that look again ... I sat up and said, "I want to go to school!" " Later things became very simple. After the college entrance examination, I went to the Chinese department of the university.

Later, I became a reporter in a TV station. Although I was far away from my hometown and my father, my eyes always occupied my memory, which I will never forget in retrospect.

Today, my favorite song is Your Eyes by Cai Qin. The melody of this song is very beautiful, very melancholy, very quiet, very distant, and my father's eyes are not so auspicious, but I can't restrain my surging feelings when I think of it.

I walked outside the yard and looked at the stars all over the sky. I couldn't help mumbling, "Father, as silent as a mountain, I can't forget your eyes!" 1. In what order are paragraphs 3 to 1 described? 2. In paragraph 1, "My father's eyes make me unbearable. What are the two main expressions of "It's a cold sweat"? 3. What did the article say briefly? 4. What are the abbreviations in the article? What are the details? 1. For a time (the sequence of events) (2) Action description psychological description 2. Lyric discussion description (just answer any two points) 3. Narrating the fact that "I" dropped out of school to go home to farm and was frustrated repeatedly because of my poor studies. After my father's education and encouragement, I suddenly woke up and went back to school until I succeeded.

4. The reason why "I" dropped out of school and went home was to write a little, what happened after returning to school was to write a little, and the eyes that missed my father were also to write a little, while the part about farming at home was to write a little. (2) a back, let Zhu Ziqing burst into tears; One look makes me sweat all my life.

that was when I was in middle school, because there was a "lame subject" (that is, some subjects got good grades, others got poor grades, which were not harmonious with each other), and it was said that arts and sciences were no longer divided into subjects at that time. Although my grades in Chinese and English were always among the top in my class, my grades in mathematics, physics and chemistry were surprisingly poor. In this state, the college entrance examination is definitely hopeless.

Therefore, before the final exam of senior one, I was completely disappointed and went home. Feeling ashamed, I heard that my father was pulling weeds in the field when I got home. I quickly put on my straw hat and went to the field to help.

If you don't study hard, you will be called a "loafer". In the hot sun, I went to the field, and I told my father that I didn't want to go to school anymore. Anyway, I couldn't learn well, so I might as well go home and farm.

I thought my father would fly into a rage, because he had always placed great hopes on me. After being blind all his life, he didn't want me to go his old way. However, my father always buried his head.

I'm not afraid of my father's anger, but my father's silence. I didn't dare to speak any more, so I had to pull weeds with him.

In the afternoon, the sun was very strong. Sweat crawled on my body like a worm. My clothes were stuck on my body. When I looked up, my father was still burying his head in pulling weeds. How could I stop ... At noon, I went home for dinner, but my father still didn't express his opinion on my withdrawal from school. What can I say? The situation is not good, I know, the more hot and dry summer afternoon, the more there will be sudden storms.

this silence makes me uneasy. After dinner, my father said, "Let's go and turn over the sweet potatoes in the field, or we won't get them this year."

I picked up the hoe and left. I don't believe it. If my father is capable, I can't! The summer afternoon sun is too strong, and the sweat makes my eyes hard to open. At school, it is time for a nap, and I have already yawned. Look at my father, naked with a dark back, still burying his head in turning over the seedlings.

when my father wasn't looking, I ran to the shade with a hoe on my head and fell asleep. After a while, I was awakened by my father.

when I opened my eyes, I saw my father's cold eyes, which were very complicated, including disdain, contempt, sadness and despair, as if there were many things I couldn't say at once. 4. Essays about Crossing Lu Ge All the Way

I don't know when I began to fall in love with reading, perhaps between the dawn and the dusk, and perhaps at the time of the twilight, the words jumped into my eyes like elves, splashing a circle of ripples.

When I was a child, my favorite stories were of course beautiful fairy tales, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Alibaba and the Forty Thieves, Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella ... At that time, I would pester my mother to tell me these stories over and over again. When I grow up, I know Pinyin and can read these stories by myself. I will admire Alibaba's wit, be impressed by Snow White's beauty, and be indignant for Hai's daughter. These stories enriched my childhood and made me appreciate the hardships of love and the melancholy of words at an early age.

In that season when cherries turned red and plantains turned green, although I didn't sing "Time is easy to throw people away" like that poetess in the Song Dynasty, it was inevitable that I was no longer dressed in flowery clothes. At that time, I was no longer running around among flowers, feeling more sad and lonely. Memories of my childhood are falling quietly, and I am more dependent on books. I am eager to find my own story from books and take a book out of the shelf, quietly, just me and it.

turning over the yellowed pages, it seems that the bad feelings that can span time can smell the unique ink fragrance of each word and feel that everything around them is empty. The black elves danced on tiptoe and took me into one unknown world after another. The ink lingering at the tip of the nose took me to appreciate the Shang Dynasty wind and the Tang Dynasty rain.

In A Dream of Red Mansions, I heard Jia Baoyu singing "Who will be the lover if HarmonyOS is opened up?" In "A Song of Hatred", it is seen that the lonely lamp in Ban Jieyu Changxin Palace reflects the wall, and the room is deep and cold. On the Tragedy of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru in "The Ballad of the White Head". Yang Yuhuan "earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever" in Song of Eternal Sorrow How many Qin bricks and Han tiles have been washed out by big waves, and how many vicissitudes have been heard by small buildings in the rain. Originally, some affectionate stories were downgraded by me, but I still secretly pleased, because this is my favorite style, and only books can bring me feelings.

I have seen Rao Xueman, Jing M.Guo and Annie Baby. Rao Xueman, a "word witch", seems to be able to hear the voice and smell the youth. The world written by Jing M.Guo is doomed to be a tragedy. We will never know the ending until the end, and it will definitely give readers a head-on blow, but it will be memorable. Baby Annie, I don't know why her words are so Leng Yan, and every sentence can reach the deepest part of the soul. These authors have woven one ordinary or extraordinary youth for me.

When my childish songs are gone, I no longer have so many colorful colors on my body. When I suddenly realized that I was alone at that age when I didn't like anything, I just wanted to be with books.

As time goes by, he won't stay for anyone, but I want to catch the tail of the years, look for stories that I have forgotten or haven't experienced from books, cross the insurmountable river of the years, and read a book all the way to Lu Ge. 5. What's a good theme to write in Lu Ge's composition along the way? < P > Seagulls flapped their wings and walked all the way in the sound of the waves of the sea; Butterflies are dancing, and in the fragrance of flowers, they come all the way; I walked at a brisk pace, along the way with grandma's singing.

the spring breeze won't go away. Memory.

the spring breeze in the country gently blows your face, and the wind is mixed with a faint fragrance of flowers from time to time. All people are intoxicated in this endless field.

at this time, grandma's singing came from the distant courtyard, and the sound was so warm.

I didn't do well in this exam. I kept a sad face and locked myself in a small room. Crying alone, my mother looked at me like this, and my heart was really uncomfortable.

Mother knocked on my door: "Son, go to the countryside to see grandma!" "

"No!" I replied with duplicity, of course I want to see my grandmother, but how can I face such achievements?

"aye. The bus ticket has been bought for you. It's one o'clock this afternoon. If you go, go to the table and get it. Don't forget to have breakfast. I'll go first. " Mother left without persuasion.

when I heard the door closing, I took the ticket like crazy and ran out of the house to the country road.

although the car bumped on the road, my heart had already flown to the countryside.

in less than two hours, I was standing at the door of my grandmother's house, just about to knock, but the door opened itself, and my grandmother stood at the door smiling.

my heart suddenly became warm, as if to be melted away by that kind smile.

"what's the matter? Children? So glum? " Grandma pulled me with her rough but soft hand and filled my heart.