A continuation essay on the Akiba River

1. Imagination composition: The story of an autumn leaf, 500 words

The texture of the autumn leaf asked gently: "Is it true?...Hmm..."

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The little ant fell silent and stopped talking. Luo Ye felt a trace of melancholy in his heart. It has never forgotten its warm home. Every time it thinks of this, there will always be a haze in its heart.

The lonely few days have passed again. The little ants are still silent, and the conversations between them are getting less and less. Maybe their melancholy has occupied their minds, but what they are thinking in their hearts is always the same.

The ship is still moving forward. Overlapping mountains gradually appeared in the distance, and the home that the little ant missed day and night was about to arrive.

In the early morning, the ship quietly docked. The little ant landed on the shore, but did not go home immediately. Instead, he turned back and stared at the fallen leaves silently, with a deep feeling in his eyes. This has not happened for more than ten days. The little ant finally spoke.

"Luoye, actually I have always known that you miss your home more than I do. But you can never go back. I know that every night, you don't Have a good sleep, you miss me more than I do. However, although you have not returned to your own home, you have fulfilled my dream of going home and made me feel the warmth of home again. , will always accompany you and give you happiness. Unfortunately, maybe it will be difficult for me to repay your kindness in this life..." The little ant said and began to sob...

Luo Ye's eyes were already filled with tears. burst into tears. But it still smiled, held the ant's hand tightly, and said to the ant: "I'm afraid I will never be able to return to my home in this life. But your words made me feel like home." I feel the warmth and love. Your thank you actually gives me the greatest comfort. With you, I will never have any regrets in my life..."

Ant is also tight. Holding Luo Ye's hand, he refused to let go for a long time. They are about to separate. The little ant closed his eyes, held back the tears that were about to pour out, let go of his hand, and walked home...

The next spring, the little ant's figure often appeared again. Appeared on the riverside. It always sits by the river, looking at the place where the water and the sky meet in the distance, silent. But the fallen leaves floating on the river disappeared. It had already sunk to the bottom of the river and was buried in thick sand. But those silts can never bury the dream that that leaf once carried, a colorful dream of returning home. 2. We are looking for a continuation of "Mrs. Hunan" - no restriction on style

Fu Baoshi (1904-1965), formerly known as Ruilin, was born in Nanchang, Jiangxi.

As a scholar-type painter, Fu Baoshi began to conduct in-depth research on traditional Chinese painting as early as the 1920s. In the 1930s, he traveled to Japan to study sculpture and oriental art history. After returning to China, he taught in the Art Department of Chuo University.

During the Anti-Japanese War, he lived in Chongqing, and the mountains and rivers of Shu catalyzed his landscape painting style. In the 1950s, he taught at the Fine Arts Department of Nanjing Normal University, and served successively as Chairman of the Jiangsu Branch of the Artists Association and Vice Chairman of the China Artists Association.

Director of Jiangsu Traditional Chinese Painting Academy and other positions. Fu Baoshi is good at both landscape and figures.

Most of his figure paintings are re-creations of historical figures and artistic conceptions of ancient poetry. He especially loves Qu Yuan’s spirit, so he has painted many figures related to Qu Yuan. "Mrs. Xiang" is one of Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs" series of paintings by Fu Baoshi.

Mrs. Xiang is the goddess of Xiangshui in folklore. She has both human emotions and divine spirituality, and has been repeatedly depicted by the author. Mrs. Xiang in this painting has a tall figure, a plump face, and a dignified manner. She seems to have the style of a lady before the Tang Dynasty. It is a typical look of ancient ladies painted by Fu Baoshi.

Her expression is like longing and admiration, her face is sad, and she seems sad and sad when she does not see the person she is missing. Just as the inscription says: "The princesses came to this remote island, and they looked at each other and were about to see through it. Around the heart of sorrow. The vegetation is swaying in the cool autumn breeze.

There are waves in the Dongting Lake. "The clothing patterns are strong and elegant like ancient gossamers, and the colors are elegant and clear.

The waves in the lake are a unique brushwork created by the artist. They contrast with the falling autumn leaves and capture the artistic conception of "the autumn wind is blowing in the wind, and the waves in the Dongting are under the leaves of the trees". 3. Imagination composition: The story of an autumn leaf, 500 words Urgent

The autumn wind passed by the river.

It used its slightly cold hands to gently brush against the big tree by the river, hoping to take away a few leaves and carry them to the new world. It was a curved leaf, tightly wrapped around the trunk.

The autumn wind blew whistlingly, and it trembled with the wind, making a weak sound. It seemed to be struggling hard, but could not escape the constraints of the wind.

In the end, it could no longer hug the tree trunk tightly, and was pulled by the autumn wind, leaving the embrace of the tree. It fell slowly, and kept looking back at the big tree with nostalgia.

Finally, it fell on the river and broke through the calm water. Then, there was a heavy sigh... The curved leaves floated aimlessly on the water, and it felt that the air became It was getting colder and I couldn't help but shrink my body. A feeling of loneliness surged into its heart, and it really couldn't bear the feeling of leaving home.

Luo Ye couldn't bear it anymore and buried his head in tears... But at this time, a strange sound suddenly came from around him. It seemed like a little life struggling hard and calling helplessly.

Luo Ye took a closer look and saw that it was an ant that had fallen into the water and was calling for help! It quickly opened its arms and stretched out its hands to let the little ants crawl onto it. The little ant struggled for a long time and finally climbed onto the fallen leaf boat.

As soon as they got on the boat, the little ant immediately said gratefully to the fallen leaves: "Thank you so much! I was playing by the river, and suddenly a strong wind came and swept the sand into the river along with me! If If it weren't for you, I don't know what would happen! "This is a very kind leaf. It said to the ant with concern: "Don't talk so much! Your body is still very weak. Just sleep here for a while! Don't worry, I will take care of you like your family!" The ant fell asleep.

It slept so peacefully, as if it had returned to its own home. The sun sets in the west and the moon rises.

This is Luo Ye’s first night after leaving home. The moonlight was so weak and cold, and the thoughts of fallen leaves drifted back to the tree with the moonlight.

It remembered that when it had just sprouted buds, the tree mother took care of it so carefully and always gave it the most nutrients; and its companions also cared about it so much. Whenever wind and rain come, his companions always block it to prevent it from being hurt... It once had such a warm home, but now, the past time flies by like a dream, and it just leaves this warmth. Family... Thinking of this, Luo Ye couldn't help but close his eyes.

When it opened its eyes, the figure of the little ant appeared in front of it. The little ant has already woken up.

At this moment, the little ant was standing on the edge of the fallen leaf boat, looking at the pale moonlight and the water and sky in the distance. From time to time, there were waves of gentle sighs... The moon swayed gently in the sky, and in the distance, there were bursts of cicadas chirping.

The sighs of little ants filled the ears of fallen leaves. Luo Ye knew that the little ant was far away from his hometown just like him; the little ant was equally sad and painful in his heart.

Luo Ye lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, put his hand on the little ant's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't be sad! I understand how you feel homesick, don't worry, I will definitely send you home!" The little ant turned around with a look of gratitude in his eyes. It stared into Luo Ye's eyes for a long time, and something strange seemed to be spinning in its eyes.

It held Luo Ye’s hand tightly and was reluctant to let go for a long time... The next day, Luo Ye started sailing. The little ant sat at the front of the boat, still silent, looking at the rolling waves of the river, not knowing whether it was sadness or longing in his eyes.

The fallen leaves also moved forward silently, without making a sound. 0Suddenly, the little ant spoke.

"Luoye, where is your home?" The little ant was still looking at the river. Luo Ye was startled and stunned.

"My home...my home is on this river..." The little ant turned back, looked meaningfully at the fine texture of the fallen leaves, and asked softly: "Yes Really? ...Hmm..." The little ant fell silent and stopped talking. Luo Ye's heart felt a hint of melancholy.

It has never forgotten its warm home. Every time it thinks of these, there will always be a haze in its heart. The lonely few days passed again.

The little ants are still silent, and the conversations between them are getting less and less. Maybe their melancholy has occupied their minds, but what they are thinking in their hearts is always the same. The ship is still moving forward.

Overlapping mountains gradually appeared in the distance, and the home that the little ant missed day and night was about to arrive. In the early morning, the ship quietly docked.

The little ant landed on the shore, but did not go home immediately. Instead, he turned back and stared at the fallen leaves silently, with a deep feeling in his eyes. This has not happened for more than ten days.

The little ant finally spoke. "Luoye, in fact, I have always known that you miss your home more than I do.

But you can never go back. I know that every night, you don't sleep well, and your longing Deeper than me.

However, although you have not returned to your own home, you have fulfilled my dream of going home and made me feel the warmth of home again. , I will always accompany you and give you happiness. Unfortunately, maybe it will be difficult for me to repay your kindness in this life..." The little ant said and began to sob... Luo Ye's eyes were already filled with tears.

But it still smiled, held the ant's hand tightly, and said to the ant: "I'm afraid I will never be able to return to my home again in this life. But, what you said , but it made me feel the warmth of home and love.

Your thank you actually gave me the greatest comfort. With you, I will never have any regrets in my life! ..." The ant also held Luo Ye's hand tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time.

They are about to separate.

The little ant closed his eyes, held back the tears that were about to pour out, let go of his hand, and walked home... The next spring, the little ant often appeared on the riverside again.

It always sits by the river, looking at the place where the water and the sky meet in the distance, silent. But the fallen leaves floating on the river disappeared.

It had already sunk to the bottom of the river and was buried in thick sand. But those silts can never bury the dream that that leaf once carried, a colorful dream of returning home. 4. Imitation of "On the River in the Autumn Evening"

Imitation of "On the River in the Autumn Evening"

The path in the sunset

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Even if I am powerless

Still dancing in the cold wind

With both hands open

Spreading the sunset all over the path

The golden earth

has also harvested the eternity of all things

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"On the River in Autumn Evening" is a 1923 work by the modern poet Liu Dabai. Included in the 1926 edition of "Postal Kiss" poetry collection by Kaiming Bookstore.

The overall framework of this poem adopts the popular short verse style at that time, with small descriptions, concise outlines, prose sentence patterns, and impromptu expressions, depicting an autumn dusk by the river. scene.

On the river in late autumn

Birds returning to their nests,

Even though they are tired,

they still carry the setting sun back.

With a flip of the wings,

dropped the setting sun on the river;

The white-headed reed ③,

also made up for a moment. The beauty is gone 5. Composition describing autumn leaves

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are near.

Everything looks like a crisp autumn day, the sky is high and the clouds are clear. The fruits are ripe, the crickets are chirping, and the weather is getting cooler.

The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the fields. Look, it's full of pieces

. The children ran, jumped, did some somersaults, picked up some fallen fruits, and threw them to each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately. The wind is cool and the grass is green.

Laurel trees, maples, and evergreen trees, with their lush and deep styles and unique temperaments, show their elegance, yellow as gold, red as agate, green as emerald, It's like a painting carefully drawn by an artist. The birds are busy migrating and the ants are gathering their winter rations. Daisies, bunches of red, and petunia are everywhere at a glance: orange, purple, and colorful, spread in the flower bed like a carpet, and smiling in the autumn wind!

"Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers!" Yes, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, without any attachment to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves and colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves... they become more beautiful under the baptism of autumn rain.

The fruits on the trees are gradually ripening, and the fruit farmers in the fields are getting busier. In the city and in the countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch the autumn colors, collect specimens, and do their own thing. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of joy like the god of color in autumn, making the colors of the plants gradually thicker.

Autumn, like the god of harvest, brings abundant fruits to people.

Autumn is like the god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest. Joy.

It is a name full of fruits. Autumn is lit up in golden color and comes quietly with light steps.

In the morning and at night, the ripe rice is heavy, Blowing in the wind, it seemed like a golden blanket was spread on the ripe rice. I seemed to see something next to the yellow rice. Look, what is under the mountain? There are rows of ripe rice. Fruit is a fruit that people fall in love with as soon as they see it.

At noon, farmers are all in the fields holding the fruits of their labor; some are rows of big brothers, as if they are competing, some are My aunt was holding a sickle and cutting off the ripe rice. I looked down and seemed to see a golden snake. The golden light on its body seemed to be endless.

In the afternoon, the farmers insisted on the number. Waiting to eat, but autumn is still roaming in the fields, and the golden color of the fields has spread to the leaves. The leaves seem to be turning yellow and gradually falling. At this time of the disaster relief, the farmers had already started to eat, but they did not eat. , but looking at the autumn outside, the more beautiful it becomes.

The night finally came, the sun set, and the autumn night quietly left. The leaves here are still turning yellow and still floating. I I was reading at my grandma’s house, and I thought, no one knows whether tomorrow’s autumn will still be so beautiful, but let today’s autumn be a happy day!

I like autumn, and I like the autumn scenery even more. 6. A 450-word essay about autumn leaves

Autumn leaves

"One leaf of the sycamore tree makes the world aware of autumn." "Indeed, falling leaves are a beckoning letter for autumn. While walking on the road, I accidentally discovered that a few leaves had turned yellow and were crumbling on the branches, just waiting for the goddess of wind to send them back to the earth. Although these few yellow leaves are so conspicuous among the green leaves, they are a bit incongruous, but they tell me sadly: "Autumn is here!"

After more than ten autumns, when I was a child, Autumn is a joy, because I often go to the fields to play with my parents, and the golden eyes make me happy. As I grow up, the autumn of my childhood has deteriorated, and my eyes are filled with sadness. Thinking about what makes my eyes full of depressed gray? Is it "the boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in"? Is it "the autumn wind is curling, and the Dongting is rippled under the wooden leaves" or is it "the autumn moon shines on the ridges, and the cold wind sweeps the tall trees" or more of those in life Is it chilling that things go against expectations? Or should I believe Xi Murong's words: "There are always things in the world that we can never explain or explain clearly. I must accept my own insignificance and my own powerlessness." Compromise is not what I am good at, but In front of such a tree, in such an autumn, I wanted to compromise. Perhaps it is just like "the belief that I insist on throughout my life may have been the story written in the book as early as a thousand years ago"

Turning around and leaving, a gust of wind passed by. There was no need to look back, but involuntarily, I saw a few yellow leaves falling. Falling leaves are not ordinary, but they become cautious because of the mood at this time. I picked up a piece and looked at the obvious veins in the bitter yellow leaves. I thought it was beautiful and wanted to take it back to make leaf picks. But, can I be so selfish? Leaves falling and returning to their roots has been an everlasting truth since ancient times. Fallen leaves have an instinct to still cling to their mother's body

In order to hug their mother tree back. Maybe I can't destroy all this for my own little greed for beauty. Looking at the fallen leaves in my hand, the withered yellow told me: "Don't think that only happiness is the comfort of life. Sometimes, sadness is also a kind of joy in life. It is a kind of tranquility after the soul realizes the sadness, and it is a part of the distress of life. This kind of interpretation. I think I have understood what true sadness is. It is an emotion that makes you feel confused and depressed. It is the magic hair that can smile happily after sadness. It fell in the palm of my hand and returned to the place where it belonged.

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674 7. Appreciation of "Autumn Night on the River" by Qiu Daoqian

"Autumn Night on the River". 》Original text

The rain is dark and the Cangjiang River is not clear at night.

The leaves of Jingwu are turning in autumn.

The wind blows in the middle of the night.

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This poem describes the changing process of the Cangjiang River from evening to midnight, and from rainy to sunny, to highlight the atmosphere of the autumn night on the river from noisy to quiet. , forming an artistic conception of coldness and silence.

Appreciation of the work:

People in the Song Dynasty were often not satisfied with general impressions or static outlines, but deliberately pursued depth and detail. This poem expresses the changes of natural scenery in the process of time. By describing the change of Cangjiang River from evening to midnight, and the change of weather from rainy to sunny, it highlights the atmosphere of the autumn night on the river from noisy to quiet, forming a cool and refreshing atmosphere. The artistic conception of coldness and silence. The four lines and four scenes in the whole poem are chosen from the most appropriate angles to express the scenery when it is raining, the wind is rising, the wind is stopping, and it is about to clear up. Even though one line is changed, they form a complete picture.

The first sentence describes the rain-shrouded Cangjiang River that has not yet seen sunshine in the evening. The word "dark" is full of meaning and precise. It not only uses thick ink to paint a river scene with low sky, dark clouds and vast autumn water. , and the heavy rain and the approaching dark night are naturally connected. One sentence describes the sky from day to evening. This sentence focuses on the big picture, while the second sentence focuses on the details.

The sycamore tree beside the well is turning its leaves, making a rustling sound, which is caused by the wind. If it is still "the sycamore tree is also drizzling" at this time, it should be another scene of "bit by bit at dusk" (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound") What a sight. The sound of the wind can be distinguished from the movement of the rolling leaves. It can be seen that the wind is not strong at this time and originates from the trees. Therefore, this subtle sound hints at the change of the wind and the rain will stop, and is also a sign of the beginning of the autumn sound. The third sentence describes the scene in the middle of the night when the wind stopped. "Blow" and "break" indicate that the wind was blowing very hard. Distinguishing the sound of the wind from the top of the building is different from distinguishing the sound of the wind from the tung leaves. There must be considerable experience. You can tell whether it is "blowing" or "cutting" only by the force of the wind and the whirring sound. Therefore, the word "break" in this sentence is placed at the break of the sentence, which corresponds to the previous sentence of "Jingwu turning leaves". Although it only refers to the wind, it summarizes the whole story of the wind sound from small to loud, blowing in the middle of the night and then stopping. process. This is exactly the sound of autumn that Ouyang Xiu wrote: "The first pattering and rustling, suddenly rushing and surging, like waves frightening at night" ("Ode to the Sound of Autumn"). These two sentences are all written based on the hearing of the people on the river tower, and they truly describe the desolate atmosphere in the dark night on the river when the sound of autumn comes. This word "broken" also connects the previous and the following, bringing out the last wonderful description: After the wind stopped, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, but it was not completely clear yet, and the moon had already revealed light in the shallow part of the clouds. The author accurately captured the moment when the clouds were about to disperse but not yet dispersed, showing the movement of the moon about to emerge from the clouds, and highlighting the unique fresh and peaceful atmosphere when the sky clears after the storm in the middle of the night. The word "bright", set against the word "dark" in the first sentence, becomes the most dazzling bright color in the whole poem. At the end, it foreshadows a bright state after the rain and the sky is clear.

This poem is purely based on the real and detailed description of the scenery. However, without the author's keen feeling for autumn, it would not be easy to accurately capture the characteristics of the scenery at each specific moment. Without exquisite conception and It is not easy for Lianzi to show the process of scenery changing with the cloudy and sunny weather so clearly in a short quatrain, and to form a coherent artistic conception. 8. A 500-word continuation of the ninth-grade Chinese composition Hometown

That year, spring was warm and the flowers were blooming.

"I finally came back. I wonder if he is okay..." Full of poetic On the south of the Yangtze River, a small boat floats quietly. Under the sunset, a slightly vicissitudes of life becomes a foil on the river.

The boat docks, steps on the homeland, and breathes the familiar air , the young man felt a thin layer of fog forming in his eyes. Yes, this young man made a promise back then that he would definitely come back, Hong'er. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it feels so good to go home!

I am finally going to see him. Is he still the same as before, as simple, as simple, as sincere...

In the distance, a blurry figure gradually becomes clearer, and I finally see him. He did it! Zhou Hong tried his best to control his voice that was trembling with excitement, "Shui Sheng, is it you..."

"Do we know this master?" The tall, thin man with a grayish face in front of him The young man spoke. The face that should have been full of youth was actually forced by life and became extremely old. Suddenly, Zhou Hong's heart felt as if there was a heavy stone pressing down on him. The strong heart he had cultivated for many years suddenly disappeared. Becoming extremely weak, causing ripples and feeling of suffocation...

"Shui Sheng, I am Hong'er!" "Hong..." The young man's eyes instantly turned red, with tears clearly shining in his eyes. His body was trembling.

Holding back the affectionate name, Shuisheng struggled to squeeze out two words from his mouth, "Master Hong..." Zhou Hong was shocked, sighed and laughed at himself, "We still have to be like you. Is my father the same as my uncle? Can’t he go back?” “Well, I can’t go back.” After a moment of hesitation, Shuisheng spoke. Zhou Hong turned around and stared at the river against the setting sun, saying, “My eyes are full of prosperity. Now it is full of vicissitudes of life."

In the evening, in the backyard.

The two young men chatted over wine, talking about various things when they were children, and talking about various things after breaking up, but they did not mention it. Yes, it is the future...

Yes, I can’t go back. 9. Write an essay based on "The Missing of Autumn Leaves"

The Missing of Autumn Leaves No. 5, Dongsheng Primary School, Longquan City Instructor Zhou Jiani of Class 4: Zhang Meijuan. On a late autumn morning, when you open the door, you will see golden fallen leaves all over the world, soft and soft.

Stepping on it gently feels like stepping on a goose down blanket, and experiencing it carefully makes me forget everything around me. I love this scene so much - these autumn leaves.

If swallows are the messengers announcing spring, then autumn leaves are the naughty boys welcoming autumn. The breeze blows gently, and the fallen leaves are like thousands of colorful butterflies flying. Under the sunlight, they are as red as agate and as yellow as jade, extremely gorgeous.

The branches on the tree rustled, as if they were affectionately singing a farewell song for the departing leaves. The fallen leaves lie quietly, so peaceful and without regrets.

At this moment, I will always carefully pick up one of them, admire it obsessively, and imagine stringing them together and making them into a golden dress. It will look particularly beautiful when worn on my body. . I often bring some nice-shaped leaves back to my cabin.

Put them in a thick book and take them out after a while to make beautiful natural bookmarks, or carefully paste them on the wall with transparent tape to form a beautiful pattern. .

Some people like young leaves and praise them as messengers of spring; some people like green leaves and praise her vitality.

But I just like the fallen leaves in autumn. They never boast or ask for praise, they come quietly and leave quietly.

After walking the road you should take and doing what you should do, you will turn into ashes, or you will be willing to turn into black soil in order to make the trees greener next year. Autumn leaves are neither a famous dish nor a fine wine, but they are worthy of all of us to experience, ponder, and feel... Ah! I miss you so much - the fallen leaves in autumn.