Find a few of these (the more the better). Poetry better be beautiful.

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But there is something that makes me vivid and moved-that deep maternal love.

The weather in September is always somewhat unpredictable.

I remember that morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who couldn't go to work because of a high fever, staggered over and slowly raised her hand and handed me an umbrella. She said weakly, "Xue Fei, the weather forecast says it will rain today ... uh-huh ... you'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky, looked at the big sun like a fireball, and thought: How can it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.

In the last tutorial class, I saw big drops of rain hitting the window glass and making a rhythmic "tick" sound. Oh, no! What a surprise! I can't help regretting that I didn't listen to my mother and took my umbrella with me this morning. Only now did I realize the seriousness of the problem. Dad worked overtime at work, and mom got sick again. It is impossible to pick me up! What shall we do? It seems that we have to go back in the rain. Thinking about it, the bell rang, and I slowly packed my bag. I walked to the window and listened, but I couldn't help complaining about the unlucky rain. Seeing that some of the students around us were picked up by their parents, some walked out of the classroom with umbrellas, and some students simply rushed into the rain curtain, shouting: The feeling of being caught in the rain is really cool! "So, I also got up the courage to rush into the stormy world and bite the bullet to taste the taste of' cool'." Wow! What a heavy rain! "Before I rushed to the school gate, I was soaked to the skin and became a' drowned rat'. Wow! Parents stood outside the school gate, only to see them holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, standing there anxiously looking in, looking for their children among many students. That scene suddenly moved me! All right, let's go! My parents are not coming anyway. I squeezed out the "parent wall" and continued to fly in the wind and rain, hoping that my parents would suddenly appear in front of me, even if they wouldn't hug their children lovingly like those parents at the school gate, at least they would wipe a handful of rain on my face ... "Feifei! "Hey, how does this sound so familiar? Like mom's voice? Well, maybe I was so absorbed in thinking that I had hallucinations. I shook my wet hair hard and continued to struggle. " Feifei, stop running. "This familiar voice sounds a little weak, and it rings in my ear again." Mom! " "I can't help but let out a cry and stopped in a hurry. Looking back, the strong wind mixed with heavy rain seemed to engulf the weak mother due to illness. She walked towards me with difficulty step by step. "Xue Fei, take the umbrella away quickly." I quickly put my raincoat on my body and looked at my mother who had already been beaten by the wind and rain. I only feel that my mother's face is getting paler and paler, holding her cold hand, and I only feel a hot "rain" flowing into my mouth, salty and sweet. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky. Motherly love-this umbrella gave me a happy childhood. When it comes to "mom's concern", we have to talk about mom learning to cook.

Before I was born, my mother didn't know how to cook. After I was born, because my father often worked overtime, my mother never dared to eat for my health, so she had to bite the bullet and learn to cook. Since then, as long as there are colleagues who can cook in books and TV programs related to cooking, my mother has never let go. I was distressed to see my mother's delicate hands cut and burned, but my mother refused to give up. As the saying goes, many things grind. My mother can not only cook now, but also often make some nutritious food suitable for children, which attracts all the children in the neighborhood to come to my house for dinner. But behind these, only I know best what my mother did!

Mother's care is like a breeze-when I have sweat; Mother's care is a drop of tears-when I was sick, my mother waited for me anxiously; Mother's care is a folding umbrella-when I meet the wind and rain outside; Mother's care is a warm harbor. ...

Life is always good. It can be said that I am the beneficiary of life, because I have been inspired by life and changed myself.

A man was walking in the park when he met an old man sitting alone by the river fishing, which made him easy to talk to. The old man with white hair told me, "I fished all day and only caught a small fish." With that, he put the little fish back into the river. I was puzzled and asked, "Do you think this fish is too small?" The old man looked at me and smiled: "I don't care how big the fish is, but I caught a happy day!" " "What a wonderful philosophy of life, I suddenly realized. Since then, I have changed. I realize that harvest is very important, but the most important thing is to get a "happy" return.

My brother is closest to me in Changsha. He studies abroad and can only come back once a year on holidays. Getting together is always short-lived, and there will always be separation in the morning. I remember every time I sent my brother to the airport, I always cried and tugged at his hand and wouldn't let him go. Whenever this time, my brother will caress me and say, "When can I grow up?" Now that I have grown up, I no longer "send tears to my eyes". I will give my brother a lovely smiling face and say "bye-bye!" When I left. Maybe this is also a change. Life has made me more mature and learned to smile and say "bye-bye!" when I left. Smartly.

I used to care about other people's comments and would stubbornly argue with others' rude abuse, but now? After years of life, I realized how ridiculous I was at that time. I can totally ignore it. Now I can gently erase those "cynicism and rude abuse" like dust, go my own way and let others say it! I feel so free and easy!

In the face of difficulties, I became stronger; In the face of success, I became more calm; In the face of choice, I became more decisive; face ...

Life is really wonderful. If you want to know, then I can proudly say: "My change is the most wonderful choice in life!" " "

Chinese inspires me everywhere in my life.

Chinese inspires me everywhere in my life. Whether reading books, reading newspapers and chatting with people, listening to cross talk and watching TV, ordinary novels or art, as long as you pay attention to observation and language image at any time, you will always encounter problems related to learning and using Chinese.

On my first trip, I met several interesting billboards in the street, such as the billboard for buying Toyota cars: everything will be fine in the end, and there will be Toyota cars. This advertisement was successfully changed into an ancient poem "Suspecting no way back, There is another village in the dark". The text is simple and clear, but it is rich in content: this advertisement does not directly promote the quality of the product, nor directly express it in quantity, but also shows the adaptability of the car.

Another advertisement reads: No peeking. This is a restaurant, with a big barrel in front, which clearly says "No Peeping"! But there is no cover and shelter, and passers-by can't help but be driven by curiosity and stop to look into the bucket. Who knows that there is another note inside, which reads: "Our store has a unique, mellow and fragrant draft beer, which costs five yuan a cup. Please enjoy it. " The sentence "Don't peek" caught everyone's attention.

Some people say that language is an ocean and a forest, and each of us lives in the ocean and forest of language all the time. Let's cherish this environment!

There are languages everywhere in life.

Life is inseparable from Chinese, which closely links us with life. Language allows us to classify things. Language communicates human love, friendship and affection, and maintains human feelings. Language allows us to express our feelings and emotions, so that people can live in harmony. In addition, language allows us to appreciate beautiful articles and wonderful plots, thus obtaining unparalleled spiritual food. Chinese reminds me of the past, lets us know the present and looks forward to the future. Chinese will record the bits and pieces of life, let us understand some big truths, let us understand the meaning of life. Chinese inspires me and makes me realize my ideal. Life is really inseparable from Chinese. Chinese is the foundation of everything. Without Chinese, nothing can be done. Chinese lets us make friends, and Chinese lets us know ourselves.

Chinese is everywhere. It's autumn now. In fact, autumn is not only golden, but also colorful. There is not a cloud in the sapphire blue sky, and the sky is as clean as the sediment in a highly transparent blue lake. The remote and narrow country road winds on the soft hillside. On the roadside, the dark yellow dead leaves of the French phoenix tree have almost fallen, some of which are scattered around with the wind, but most of them are laid on the path, which constitutes a harmonious picture with the surrounding harvest scene. And Chinese is infiltrating this scene. The profusion and magnificence of autumn are like ever-changing poems. Although common, you can't lose it. Only by decorating can a beautiful landscape be formed. Dead leaves floating in the wind are like novels. Because Wang Meng said, "What is prose? Walking alone is prose. What is a novel? People who fall into the river are novels. " Visible novel twists and turns bizarre. Although it is not surprising that the leaves are falling, there is a sharp contrast in such a quiet scene. Wildflowers and weeds on the roadside are like punctuation marks, which are everywhere. Being in the green mountains and green waters, taking a breath gently will make you relaxed and happy. Now close your eyes and listen quietly: there are all kinds of birds around, the sound of the wind, the rustling of trees, the tinkling of rivers, and … the sound of clouds, the sound of mountains, the sound of the sky … It seems that people have forgotten everything and devoted themselves to this dream world. At that time, all the scenery, sky and clouds will become poems, essays and novels ... and will be swept away.

Growing up, I always thought the language in the book was noble, especially after reading Mr. Yu's Where is the Country Biography. I was deeply moved by his delicate and lyrical writing, thinking: this may be the highest realm of Chinese! I am convinced of this unchanging concept from small to large, but it turns out that I am wrong. One sunny afternoon, I wandered in the street, but the surrounding scenery remained unchanged. If this is normal, I don't want to see it. Today, my mother told me to pay attention to whether there is Chinese in everything around me, and obey me if there is. Not convinced, I glanced at it roughly and muttered, "Nothing! One or two is very mediocre, even if there is one, it is not as good as a good article like "Where is the National Pass?" What are you looking for ... "Suddenly, I stopped in front of a hotel. The hotel is very ordinary, but the unusual brand is "home". Further on, I found a small line below: "Only I look at home, and the twilight is fading? Those who return to China stay here. " I was shocked, shocked by the cultural details displayed in this signboard. Mr. Yu's composition is very arrogant, but the owner of this small shop just read a book about Chinese and remembered it. However, it is the warmth and kindness revealed in this ordinary sentence that makes everyone come to watch. Returning home from all directions may be the feeling of staying after seeing this sentence. Yes, this is the language, the language of life! Closer to life than the language in BLACKPINK's first novel. Its charm is beyond the reach of the language in the book. I began to scan the world with my heart again. Everything smells of Chinese, and I seem to be walking on a road full of classic Chinese, learning a language I have never learned.

Chinese is not a plaything for literati. In fact, Chinese is in life, in front of you, behind you, on the left and on the right. Don't say that the language in the book is more noble. The language in life is the sublimation of the language in books.

I am a statue, no, to be exact, a statue standing on Gulangyu Island with Zheng Chenggong's body engraved on it. The night is getting deeper and deeper. At night, the beach by the sea is full of autumn tranquility, and a few soft moonlight shines on the vast sea. The cool wind accompanied the waves on the rocks, and the bright moon was in the sky, which reminded me of a song called "Waves on Gulangyu Island". I looked at the island of Taiwan Province Province on the other side of the Strait, and I knew I was guarding it, representing the motherland and the mainland.

Decades ago, I saw the child named "Taiwan Province Province" who was lost in the war. Decades later, I saw the great motherland "mother" who has been looking forward to reuniting with "children"; I believe that we will see the return of "children" who have run away from home in the future.

Not extravagant hopes, not prayers, not long waits. Because history tells me that he, Taiwan Province Province, will come back soon. I firmly believe that he will come back. This day is not far away. On that day, he can proudly say to the world, "I'm going home"! Yes, history will never forget that there was an old man who guided the "mother" of the motherland-two "children" from Hong Kong and Macao to go home, and he will continue to be a beacon for another child.

Another meteor flashed by. I have seen too many meteors for hundreds of years, but I still want to believe the legend of wishing on meteors. I buried my head and made a pious wish that the children who left home would come back soon. ......

The sea at the foot suddenly became crazy. Do they also know the sadness of missing? They were furious with me. Is it the roar of Taiwan Province Island? I have seen Taiwan Province Province across the sea for a long time. ......

It's getting dark and the stars are shining on my face. People across the sea may have seen it. I hope they can understand me-a statue looking forward to their return.

There is a light rain on the sea, but I must wait until the day when the "child" comes back.

I am a statue, no, to be exact, a statue standing on Gulangyu Island with Zheng Chenggong's body engraved on it. The night is getting deeper and deeper. At night, the beach by the sea is full of autumn tranquility, and a few soft moonlight shines on the vast sea. The cool wind accompanied the waves on the rocks, and the bright moon was in the sky, which reminded me of a song called "Waves on Gulangyu Island". I looked at the island of Taiwan Province Province on the other side of the Strait, and I knew I was guarding it, representing the motherland and the mainland.

Decades ago, I saw the child named "Taiwan Province Province" who was lost in the war. Decades later, I saw the great motherland "mother" who has been looking forward to reuniting with "children"; I believe that we will see the return of "children" who have run away from home in the future.

Not extravagant hopes, not prayers, not long waits. Because history tells me that he, Taiwan Province Province, will come back soon. I firmly believe that he will come back. This day is not far away. On that day, he can proudly say to the world, "I'm going home"! Yes, history will never forget that there was an old man who guided the "mother" of the motherland-two "children" from Hong Kong and Macao to go home, and he will continue to be a beacon for another child.

Another meteor flashed by. I have seen too many meteors for hundreds of years, but I still want to believe the legend of wishing on meteors. I buried my head and made a pious wish that the children who left home would come back soon. ......

The sea at the foot suddenly became crazy. Do they also know the sadness of missing? They were furious with me. Is it the roar of Taiwan Province Island? I have seen Taiwan Province Province across the sea for a long time. ......

It's getting dark and the stars are shining on my face. People across the sea may have seen it. I hope they can understand me-a statue looking forward to their return.

There is a light rain on the sea, but I must wait until the day when the "child" comes back.

Rainy night reverie

I went to bed early last night. Maybe I am really sleepy. Maybe I'm expecting a dream. It is also a warm life in an unknown day. I see a real face, a pair of deep eyes and an eternal smile from time to time.

Sleepy, no expectation of meeting, because it is rainy night, rainy night always makes me fall into sweet sleep, lonely and quiet. I didn't feel any signs of rain, but when I opened my eyes and looked out of the window, I didn't see the bright dawn like every morning before. There is no gap in the window. Listen carefully for a while, and the rain will come clearly from a distance. I am delighted and can't wait to open the curtains. The rain is calling bit by bit, whispering a kind of sadness, a long-lost gray boundless arrival.

The whole morning was wet, and several shallow puddles were accumulated on the uneven concrete floor downstairs, with water droplets splashing and ripples, vividly embellishing the refreshing day. The leaves of small lawns and holly trees have been washed green by rain. They are clean and lovely, just like the vegetables that farmers have worked hard to help grow, which makes me feel the urge to kiss and taste. The distant buildings stood silently in the misty rain and fog, as if laughing at my arrogance and absurdity.

You can't avoid your childish thoughts and feelings. A cold can kill all the joy, and a long-lost spring rain can turn fatigue and sadness into poetic reverie. It seems that I haven't met you for ten thousand years. It's really as long as 10 thousand years I haven't looked into your eyes for ten thousand years. I haven't spoken to you for ten thousand years, and I miss and care for ten thousand years.

Look back at the crowd and guess what I see? A gray-black swallow was in front of me through the glass, and its feathers were wet and stuck to me. Maybe that's why it looks smaller than the actual swallow. Is this umbrella outside my window sheltering from the rain? In such a strange place, it stood there calmly, licking its wet wings with its head sideways, very devoted, and even a little leisurely. I can't tell whether it was injured in the sky, whether it can fly, and how far it came from.

Afraid of disturbing it, I gently touched the screen window, then the outer glass, and observed its reaction while doing it carefully, but it was oblivious and still combed its feathers calmly. Afraid that it would find my purpose, I crouched down in fear. Just as my arm was sticking out of the window, it shook its wings and flew away with a graceful gesture.

There was a moment of regret and loss, and then I felt rude and rude. I shouldn't have the idea of raising it. Its home was originally in the vast and free sky. If I imprison it with my love, it will only make it die listlessly.

Just because I was tired of flying in the rain, I wanted to find a place to live, and then I rested outside the window. Maybe it has existed for a long time. When I was asleep, when I was dreaming of a dream, it listened to my breath and the gibberish in the depths of my soul in the dark and humid night. Through the thin curtain, on such a long rainy night, an unexpected swallow and I exist in two completely different worlds.

Rain always brings me touch and deeper and longer care. It washed away my gloomy heart in the dark. Even if it is full of vicissitudes and mottled old brands, it is clear and clean as new. Even if I struggle for another 10 thousand years and trudge for another 10 thousand years, I will still wait quietly in the drizzly morning, walk on the road of peace, hope, desire and beautiful dream, and I would like to be a free swallow.

If I were a tired swallow flying around in a rainy night, would there be this warm window for me to live and hide?

Rainy night reverie

The falling rain keeps attacking my heart. I am silent, nervous and afraid.

The storm kept stinging my heart and my eyes blurred. Indeed, all this is my fault.

It was dark, and I walked alone in the rainy night with my schoolbag on my back. The tree next to it is constantly shaken by the wind, and my heart is so chaotic; The cold wind stung the tree cruelly, and I was so sad; The night covered the trees in the wind and rain, and I felt that I was going to die. All this is because I have no ideal and ambition now, just for this exam.

I still walked on, without an umbrella or a raincoat, and was hit by the rain. This may be my fate. A clear cry came, so familiar and gentle, yes, it was her-a good friend who was inseparable from me. She is my friend, like my teacher, because she is always there to encourage me.

She came to me, helped me solve my problems and refreshed me. No sadness, no thoughts of death, only happiness and relief.

What's the matter with you? "She said. I really didn't know how to ask her, but I couldn't help myself and said to her, "I didn't even pass this exam." The hope of being admitted to a key high school disappeared, and there was no ambition since then. " She acted like a teacher and plausibly said, "What's the matter with you? Where have you been, once naive and lively, with excellent grades? "You have changed and gone bad. How did your grades drop so much? Have you studied hard? Even if you regress, how can you lose your ambition? "

"You don't know, I really tried my best, and I don't want to. I also want to study hard, but I really have no confidence, "I interrupted her.

"'there is no end to learning, diligence is the shore, and ambition is the embankment'. Celebrities have never said that, and you should learn. " Then she ran away.

After thinking for a long time, I finally understood the general meaning. I was wrong and she was right.

Since then, I have regained my confidence. I am as happy as a little angel. I firmly believe that I will realize my ambition-going to a key high school.

"There is no limit to learning the sea. If you are diligent, you will achieve something if you aim high." On a rainy night, the beauty of that scene left a deep impression on me.