Take a walk like Mo Huaiqi and write a composition 600.

1. Write an essay imitating Mo Huaiqi's [Walking] and reward 100 people for their warmth.

We walked in the park: me, my grandmother, my father and mother.

Grandma doesn't want to go out. It's cold, and her legs don't work. It hurts when you walk away. Later, my father said to my grandmother, "Because of this, it is even more important to exercise. I heard that chrysanthemums are in bloom on the mountain, so you should always take your granddaughter out! " I can't help laughing. Dad actually used the "killer" because grandma likes chrysanthemums best and me best! Grandma nodded convincingly and went to get a cane. She listens to her father as much as I do to her.

The weather is fine, but it's a little cold. This winter is a bit long, but when winter comes, can spring be far behind?

In this park in the early winter in the south, the leaves are slowly dying, the flowers are dying, and there are not many people on the road. Only tenacious chrysanthemums are in full bloom. When other plants are dying, they are not afraid of the cold and bloom quietly, which reminds people of one thing-life!

Walking, we had a little argument: I want to take the stairs, which can lead to the top of the mountain and see all the people in the flowers; But grandma wants to go down the mountain because her legs and feet are inconvenient and it is easy to go down the mountain. When I learned the situation, I didn't argue with my grandmother again. I just listened to my grandmother, but my face was inevitably a little depressed. My grandmother seemed to see through my thoughts and touched my little head and said, "Let's take the stairs. If I am tired, please ask your father to help me walk! " We all laughed. Grandma looked at the opposite mountain, where colorful chrysanthemums were planted.

In this way, in the winter sunshine, my father's hand is holding my grandmother, my mother's hand is holding my hand, and we are shoulder to shoulder, holding hands. The warmth in our hands drove away the cold and ushered in "spring"!

I hope I can get everyone's affirmation!

2. Imitate Mo Huaiwei's "Walking" and write a short essay about family, 600 words, using symmetry. "Your class teacher said that parents should accompany their children for a walk, and they also learned something-indifference.

After dinner, I clicked "I said coldly, still doing complicated math with my head buried, and my heart was inexplicably sour."

Half past six.

The night is thick and diffuse, so start on time.

The orange light on the roadside is already on, and the night is still a little cold. The shadows of trees cast a large amount of ink on the road.

The curtains were rolled up by the wind, and the cold almost hit my whole body. It seems a little lazy and warm in the wind. My father and I have been dragged on for a long time, and I always answer well. Gradually, my father sweated and brought me the textbooks I left at home, and the umbrella I forgot to bring in rainy days ... Every morning, there were warm milk and eggs on the table. "The ringing sound of opening the door, in this faint night, seems to be pearls scattered on the beach of years.

How many times have I thought about it? How long has it been since I looked at this face? I have lost my luster. The wind and frost of life! ""Oh, I know. I always thought I was a sensible child, but without my father's company ... in a trance, I seemed to see myself in tears again. My father suddenly said to me, quietly blowing the dead leaves on the ground like butterflies, let's take a walk and spin together tonight. Although I am eager for my father to spend more time with me, my busy father has no time to take care of me.

Walking, how far, my father's love for me has long been included in these daily chores. It's just that I was not careful and never found it.

Orange lights, what a luxury!

Dad's work is very busy and tired! "I am one leng, mechanical nodded, and my father came back. Actually, it seems that lying can be so calm.

The wind, I caught a glimpse of my father's face, dyed his hair white and carved ditches on his face. I almost failed physics. Leaves are flying. Memory is like a tide that breaks through the floodgates and keeps pouring into the river of thoughts. In a trance, I remembered the Children's Day Gala. After the meeting, parents have stood at the door waiting for their children. Dad didn't show up. How many birthdays have been remembered in a trance, and the orange light is more wantonly emitting its own light. Inadvertently, the light struggled in the middle. Dad asked me about my study; Sword of time. This kind of beauty seems to be just yesterday. Oh, dad smiled with satisfaction. "Report good news but not bad news." I'm used to it.

The shadow of the tree cast a large amount of ink on the road, which was beautiful and touched my memory. When I was a child, my father often put me around my neck to watch plays. Also told me many interesting stories; I also bought a beautiful schoolbag, pencil case and pen with me ... The original innocence and happiness of life: "Daughter!"

3. Imitate walking and write an article. Walking at 600 words means walking slowly. Life is short, time flies. In the short life, why not let your mind have a good memory? In a poetic walk, every beautiful artistic conception you experience will become a beautiful shell on the beach of memory.

Choose a leisurely and poetic path, fly the wings of the soul, savor the beauty of life and enjoy the beauty of life.

"Go to the grassland in spring, enjoy the green lotus pond in summer, have yellow flowers in autumn and sing snow poems in winter." Such a delicate realm, don't you think "poetic rhyme lasts forever"?

Take a walk to "My road twists and turns through a hidden valley", with trees on both sides and birds singing. The crisp birdsong falls into the ear, just like a stone falling into a calm lake, causing ripples. Rich green dyed the wings of songbirds, clean air and mood. The mystery of "the green grass stains the steps in spring, and birds sing happily under the leaves" makes me feel a trace of doubt.

Walking in the spring after the rain, "The Acropolis is drizzling and the dust is clear, and the green willow in the guest house is new in color", watching "The sky is raining and crisp, the grass is close at hand, but there is nothing", bathing in "the bright sun is shining, the spring is bleak, flowers and birds are in full bloom" and watching "the grass is dancing with butterflies, and the flying dragon sends the poet to the owner", don't you think this scene is fascinating?

In the summer when it rains at home in Huangmei season and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond, walking on the lotus leaves is cut into one color, and hibiscus blooms on the lotus ponds on both sides of the face, watching the scene of "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright and the colors of lotus flowers are different", sucking the lotus ponds in the ancient opera house, and the wind is hesitating to brew incense. Will it "get lost" and "go astray"

On the autumn night of "the pine forest is in the moonlight, and the crystal stone is in the stream", walking in the realm of "the courtyard is green, the potted chrysanthemums are still fragrant", "the green hills outside the column are lined with tarts, and the water in front of the building sees the lake", "the thin shadows are shallow, and the fragrance wafts at dusk", coupled with the distant realm of "the laundry girl returns to the bamboo, and the lotus leaf is in front of the fishing boat", will definitely make you relaxed and happy.

Just walking poetically

Walking poetically is a kind of spiritual enjoyment. Looking back at the footprints left by walking, the shallow footprints left a mark on my heart.

Poetic walking makes life more exciting! Slow down your pace! Take more poetic roads and let more beautiful shells stay on the beach of memory.

I haven't gone for a walk with my mother for a long time. I am locked in a room, locked in a cage of knowledge. I just looked out the window. Although it is winter, it is as light and free as spring, so I am determined to go out for a walk, relax, and more importantly, get a warmth ... the sunshine is warm and soft, the sky is blue and pure, and there are countless green leaves. That's the continuation of life, right? The river flows gently and brightly, and the grass on the shore is greener and the flowers are redder, as if rejoicing for the arrival of my mother and me. Facing everything around me, I suddenly feel the meaning of life and appreciate the gift of life. My mother and I walked arm in arm in the field, and I felt this movement was so familiar! This is how my mother helped me when I was young. I can't help feeling a lot. There is one of the most precious things in my heart, and that is maternal love. The moment when my mother wiped my forehead with alcohol cotton when I was sick; My mother repeats monotonous and simple actions when she washes my clothes; When my mother explained English questions to me in detail … how many days and nights, how many minutes Mom has really paid too much for me! I feel a kind of inexplicable sadness in my heart. I saw the fine crow's feet carved on my mother's forehead. I saw the sparse white hair on my mother's head. I took my mother's slightly old hand and thought about how many hairs my mother had turned white for me! There are some wrinkles for me! I hold my mother's warm hand, and my heart is warm. I hope that time will stop at this beautiful moment. But time will pass eventually. My mother and I walked for more than half an hour, and then turned to the path home ... I shouted in confusion, "Don't go, stay a little longer!" " I suddenly looked up. I was still trapped in the ocean of problems ... It was after 5 o'clock in the morning and my mother had got up. I said to my mother, "Let's go for a walk!" "I have opened the inner shackles and walked out the door step by step by holding my mother's hand. Or: I, my father, my mother and my grandmother sit by the TV at night, but we have differences. My father wants to watch the football match, so does my mother.

Me. Grandma.

My father, mother and I fight for TV. I used my quick wits to restore their peace. After that, everyone agreed to let grandma watch her favorite TV. Please expand it.

5. Imitate "Walking" written by Mo Huaiqi, with about 500 words. My family has a habit of going for a walk and talking on Friday night.

After a week of intense study and life, it is very wise to go out for a walk, which makes me feel completely relaxed and don't think about anything, but the time for walking is like sand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it will flow and soon it will be fleeting. Quiet, quiet, leaving only a trace of sadness in my heart.

I can't help sighing in my heart: how time flies. Now I go out for a walk, but my laughter is mixed with seriousness and sadness.

A serious problem lies ahead, and that is my future. Sad, but just because time flies, parents are getting older.

I can never ride on my father's shoulders again, and I can never go back to that carefree childhood. When I was a child, a happy family of three went out for a walk after dinner. How delightful! Mom and dad each hold my little hand, which makes me happier under the background of street lamps.

Suddenly I met a small fork in the road, a path and a road. I want to take a path through the park. But mom wants to take the main road. She thinks this road is not safe.

After a short thought, the burden of choice fell on my father. Finally chose the path, but said to me, "In order not to let you run around, ride on my shoulder."

Holding my hand, one hand lifted me up and put it on my shoulder. Although my father is not very tall, he is very strong, and his shoulders are no exception. He feels safe riding on it.

I am like a captain, pointing forward with a branch, and my father will follow my direction, which is very imposing. Every step of my father is very careful, as if carrying the whole world.

I grabbed his big ears with both hands and walked with mirth. Slowly, I grew up.

Now, I still keep this habit and walk with them every Friday. Now we come to the fork in the road at that time again.

Father asked, "Take the path?" I saw obedience in his eyes, and I turned to look at my mother. Mom didn't speak, just looked at me.

It's my turn to decide this time. I thought for a while, thought for a while. Pointing at the avenue with your index finger: "Go from here! It is flat here. "

I took their hands and walked away. At this time, I felt that the real feeling in my hand was so strong, and the weight that my father felt in the past was so heavy.

At this moment, it seems that the whole world is in my hands.

6. Imitate "Walking" written by Mo Huaiqi, about 500 words. My family has a habit of going for a walk and talking on Friday night.

After a week of intense study and life, it is very wise to go out for a walk, which makes me feel completely relaxed and don't think about anything, but the time for walking is like sand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it will flow and soon it will be fleeting. Quiet, quiet, leaving only a trace of sadness in my heart. I can't help sighing in my heart: how time flies.

Now I go out for a walk, but my laughter is mixed with seriousness and sadness. A serious problem lies ahead, and that is my future. Sad, but just because time flies, parents are getting older. I can never ride on my father's shoulders again, and I can never go back to that carefree childhood.

When I was a child, a happy family of three went out for a walk after dinner. How delightful! Mom and dad each hold my little hand, which makes me happier under the background of street lamps. Suddenly I met a small fork in the road, a path and a road. I want to take a path through the park. But mom wants to take the main road. She thinks this road is not safe. After a short thought, the burden of choice fell on my father. Finally chose the path, but said to me, "In order not to let you run around, ride on my shoulder." Holding my hand, one hand lifted me up and put it on my shoulder.

Although my father is not very tall, he is very strong, and his shoulders are no exception. He feels safe riding on it. I am like a captain, pointing forward with a branch, and my father will follow my direction, which is very imposing. Every step of my father is very careful, as if carrying the whole world.

I grabbed his big ears with both hands and walked with mirth. Slowly, I grew up.

Now, I still keep this habit and walk with them every Friday. Now we have once again come to the fork in the road at that time. Father asked, "Take the path?" I saw obedience in his eyes, and I turned to look at my mother. Mom didn't speak, just looked at me. It's my turn to decide this time. I thought for a while, thought for a while. Pointing at the avenue with your index finger: "Go from here! It is flat here. " I took their hands and walked away.

At this time, I felt that the real feeling in my hand was so strong, and the weight that my father felt in the past was so heavy.

At this moment, it seems that the whole world is in my hands.

7. Imitate Mo Huaiqi's "Walking" with at least 500 words. Guilin is surrounded by mountains and waters, with majestic peaks and clear streams, and is crowned as "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world"; The West Lake in Hangzhou is more beautiful, with the reputation of "there is a paradise above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below"; Mount Taishan in Shandong is towering into the sky, and there is a sigh of' climbing Mount Taishan and being small in the world'. Although Xiangfan is not as good as these good places with good mountains and waters, it has her unique charm-tranquility.

Due to the coming of the final exam, the study pressure has also increased, so I have been particularly bored recently and my heart is always impetuous. Sitting next to the TV, holding the remote control, from the first stop to the last stop, and then from the last stop to the first stop, why do TV stations play some youth idol dramas or some entertainment programs that make little girls cry all day? It's really boring So I put down the remote control and went into the room to read. What kind of society is it now? Why do you write some love novels in your current book? Won't you write some books that urge teenagers to study hard and be proactive? Then I dropped the book and fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep again and again. My mother came in and said seriously, "I'm in a bad mood." Go out for a walk, feel the surrounding environment and relax. " I walked slowly by the moat, and at night I was heavily pressed on the treetops and streetlights, like a big bed with a black quilt falling from the sky. Accompanying me are only sleeping trees, salty wind, glassy grass leaves, moist earthy breath and air full of flowers. . .. and the flashing river belt, the mist on the shore, the crimson or light blue morning glory, the dense laurel treetops, and the silence as thin as eggshells. Walking in this quiet city, I also felt a little calm in my heart.

Walking in Xiangfan, just like Yasunari Kawabata found that he couldn't sleep at night, I found that Xiangfan is actually a beautiful and quiet city. The moon hangs high in the sky, shedding a waterfall-like silver light, and the endless willow trees set each other off and cover the whole moat like waves. Wicker gently swaying in the breeze, playfully swinging on the calm river, rippling on the lake, like a golden collar against the bright moonlight and faint moonlight. Walking along the moat, this scene looks a bit like Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Pool, and the restless heart feels very quiet.

Go to the edge of the lawn and squat down. Dewdrops are hung on the top of the grass, and some dewdrops are embedded in the gaps of Ye Er, which looks like pearls under the light. Step on the lawn gently and quickly, I'm afraid of hurting them. Standing under the city wall, touching the brick that has been blackened and shelled after years of wind and sun, "Maybe this brick is stained with the blood of a hero, maybe that brick has been touched by a brave general, maybe. . "I thought quietly. A large area of moss has grown on the city wall. Although they look quiet, their existence brings fresh vitality to the ancient city walls.

Walking quietly in a quiet city, I came to the end of the river unconsciously, and my heart was full of peace. The city is quiet and silent, like a huge sponge, which absorbs all the noise and even the impetuousness in my heart and calms my heart.

Go home with a quiet heart, feel the fresh air, relax, and fall asleep sweetly in bed.

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