The continuation of the folk story "Jujube Kernel"

1. Zaokeng continues to write the story under the jujube tree. My friend carefully buried the jujube pit in her back garden, quietly stared at the newly turned land and said simply, "I will see it sprout next year, and two years later I will see it grow into a strong little tree, just like our country."

In the next few years, we have been exchanging letters and crossing the ocean. Besides asking me about my family and my recent physical condition, she also told me how her jujube seeds germinated, took root and sprouted under her careful care. Just like her children, she can't bear to miss every moment of its growth.

Later, she wrote back to me, saying that her physical condition was getting worse and worse recently. Only by looking at the green jujube trees can her mood get better and her body feel healthy. I couldn't help feeling bitter and wrote back to her saying, "Why don't you come back? The soil and water in my hometown support people."

She didn't reply to my letter after a long time. One day, I received a letter from Philadelphia, which was not written by her, but by her daughter.

The letter said, "Mother's health is getting worse and worse, and she has been in hospital for a long time. She cares about me, so she asked her daughter to write this letter. " She also said: "The jujube tree is taken care of, and I want to come back as you said, but my body is really bad, so I asked my daughter to help her take care of the jujube tree. When she recovers, I hope to collect some jujube stones and bring them back to China. " I silently wrote back to her and told her to have a good rest.

Then she walked slowly to the window, picked a few jujube stones and stored them, hoping to see them when she came back.

2. The person who continued to write the composition in the second volume of the third grade Chinese panicked and ran to take care of the county magistrate. Jujube walked away.

The county magistrate twisted with pain. In a rage, he sent people to round up the jujube pit and attack him from all directions.

Zaokeng had long expected that the county magistrate would turn over his old scores, so he hid in the wellhead. As soon as the jujube stones were hidden, officials found them.

The courtiers turned the house inside out and found no traces of jujube stones. At this time, an official was thirsty and drank some water from the pressure well. When the jujube pit looked bad, it jumped out and was caught by an official. Zaokeng's plan failed and was taken to the lobby again.

Jujube pit was severely placed on the ground. He looked around and stood full of mighty officials, all holding sticks and approaching step by step. A stick came at him, and he quickly jumped away, but the jujube pit had not yet stood firm, and another stick was swung down, and the jujube pit had to jump away again. This time, Zaokeng escaped from the encirclement at the foot of an official and ran away in a mouse hole.

As soon as the magistrate saw it, he immediately sent someone to stab the hole with a spear. Zaokeng had expected it, so he ran all the way to the depths of the hole until he came to a corner, and he stopped safely-because long hair could not turn after all.

Walking along the jujube pit, he suddenly bumped into a big mouse. The mouse said to himself, "Where did you get the jujube?" Hearing this, Jujube Stone defended himself: "Who is Jujube Stone? I am a jujube stone! " The mouse thought: jujube stone? It's also good for grinding teeth. Without saying anything, the mouse went directly to bite the jujube pit. Zaokeng wants to fight a protracted war and has been avoiding it. After a while, the mouse was as weak as mud.

When the time came, the jujube pit walked out of the mouse hole without hindrance.

3. The Story under the Jujube Tree 8th grade's first volume "Jujube" continued. My friend carefully buried the jujube in her back garden, stared at the newly plowed land quietly and said simply, "I will see it sprout next year, and two years later I will see it grow into a strong little tree, just like our motherland."

In the next few years, we have been exchanging letters and crossing the ocean. Besides asking me about my family and my recent physical condition, she also told me how her jujube seeds germinated, took root and sprouted under her careful care. Just like her children, she can't bear to miss every moment of its growth.

Later, she wrote back to me, saying that her physical condition was getting worse and worse recently. Only by looking at the green jujube trees can her mood get better and her body feel healthy. I couldn't help feeling bitter and wrote back to her saying, "Why don't you come back? The soil and water in my hometown support people."

She didn't reply to my letter after a long time.

One day, I received a letter from Philadelphia, which was not written by her, but by her daughter. The letter said, "Mother's health is getting worse and worse, and she has been in hospital for a long time. She cares about me, so she asked her daughter to write this letter. " She also said: "The jujube tree is taken care of, and I want to come back as you said, but my body is really bad, so I asked my daughter to help her take care of the jujube tree. When she recovers, I hope to collect some jujube stones and bring them back to China. "

I silently wrote back to her and told her to have a good rest. Then she walked slowly to the window, picked a few jujube stones and stored them, hoping to see them when she came back.

4. Continue to write jujube pits. The second volume of the third grade 100 words. Jujube stones swaggered away and came to a huge field. At this time, Grandpa Land came out of the field and gave him a gift-a bag of golden wheat.

Jujube pit looked at the golden wheat and thought, "Grandpa Land gave me this bag of wheat. I divided it into four parts, one for storage, one for neighbors, one for making all kinds of food and one for planting in the ground. " The jujube pit is full of thanks to Grandpa Land.

A year later, Grandpa Land came to see the jujube pit again and talked about the bag of wheat last year. Zaokeng said mysteriously, "Come with me!" "When he arrived at the field, Grandpa Land was shocked, and the ground was covered with wheat.

The first volume of Grade 5.8, "Jujube Stone", continued with the title "The Story under the Jujube Tree", which mainly imagines the story under the Jujube Tree. (2) On New Year's Eve, my uncle died suddenly in a snowstorm.

The body was left at home for many days and finally buried after the festival. From my grandparents' home to Grandma Bay, I went to attend my uncle's funeral.

In desperation, I remembered the face of this deceased relative, and the face painting in my memory suddenly zoomed in before my eyes. Just like the people and feelings passing by the subdivision of life, they all passed in an instant.

A few years ago, floods caused houses to collapse. The yard of my childhood will remain in my memory forever and belong to me completely.

That's where grandma and I said goodbye eleven years ago. I was a child at that time, so fragile and ignorant between the living, the dead and life and death.

The color of the sky is cold, white, with a little green and gray, and the color of the sun is not bright. Dad held a dry straw in his left hand and put it under his knee. His right arm put his arm around my waist and knelt in a circle around her coffin.

I looked at the road under my feet, and there was a lot of gravel. I feel everything is moving.

The villagers nearby are looking at the front with a serious expression. Grandma was born in Yunnan.

The whole family wandered to my hometown for more than three years, and finally returned to my hometown, but abandoned my young grandmother there. That year, my grandmother was only four years old, and she became the child bride of my grandfather's family. Status can be imagined.

At that time, girls didn't have to bind their feet, except grandma Grandpa told me that there was a saying at that time that "a girl without her parents can't stand it when she grows up, for fear that she will run away and tie her feet." When my uncle first arrived, my grandmother heard about it from her home through various inquiries, so she secretly took my grandfather's money and could only use it as a car fare.

I finally found my family and was rejected. Uncle recalled that all the money on grandma at that time could only make him eat a bowl of noodles.

He still remembers the night spent in the street, and his grandmother held him in her arms with tears in her eyes. I had no choice but to go back to China and was beaten.

For fifty miles, my grandmother came and went alone, full of thoughts and sadness ... She was only kind to people, but she was lonely all her life. I have been thinking about how much emotion was mixed in her smile when she closed her eyes, but I know that she was still kind at the last moment and never complained about the unfair world and the people who failed her.

She didn't regret this life, although she has been paying so much, and her life has been squeezed, indifferent and bit by bit. How does she constantly tolerate in her heart, a beautiful and kind heart, and how does she fight against despicable things and people?

She still put all her gratitude in her smile, and her deepest love from the bottom of my heart was put in this cruel world. People didn't understand and lament for her until many years after her death. People are among all things, and what's the point if people are not there! She was also extremely confused before pursuing her.

I always want to be close to her. My memory and people's memory are scattered. Bad luck has completed her mileage and surrounded her life like that ... Before I got to my uncle's funeral, there was an invisible winding mountain road ahead. Two people came out side by side like ghosts, just like movies. Together with them, a coffin came into my sight from the corner. Behind it, a black and white photo showed a dedicated uncle and grandfather.

Quietly, the people who sent him one after another, old and young, all had no sound, as if floating in the air. I walked on this side, halfway up the mountain, and the noise in the waterfall at the foot of the mountain seemed to suddenly stop.

It was very cold, and the snow on the ground was nearly two feet deep, so my uncle and grandfather came over, in the cold things. Time and space are intertwined, and things are different. The only time he met his grandmother, it was repeated and inverted at the last time I met him. In life, the years are long ... nothing can be dedicated to this lonely family who left on the last day of the year, except silence. I wish him all the best.

Grandma, everything is fine. Finally, you haven't seen the only relatives who care about you in these years, and you are finally together. Blood is thicker than water.

6. Composition imitating jujube stones One weekend, I was bored and ate small green dates on the bedroom window. Because there is a big tree outside the window, I can't see anything else. I spit out the jujube stones in my mouth and threw them out along the window. I heard a sudden roar outside: "Ouch! Who is throwing bricks here? It hit my waist. " I don't think it's right. I didn't throw a brick! I must have stopped talking about me, so I didn't care anymore. After a while, there was a voice. A very old voice smiled and said, "Where did the child's waist come from?" The owner of another voice dare not say that he has a waist. The two men argued for a long time, and I listened for a long time, which was very interesting. I stick my head out of the window to see who it is, but I can't see anything.

I'm so depressed. Why can't I find anyone? Just then, the old voice rang again: "Stop arguing and hide under my arm. It's too cold now, and we will be able to go out beautifully next spring. "

This is a wonderful experience caused by jujube stone, which I will cherish in my memory forever.

7. The composition of Jujube Stone shows the author's homesickness for his classmates, because the author's classmates asked the author to bring him a jujube stone from China.

Jujube sellers can be found everywhere in America. Why don't the author's classmates buy it? Because what she wants is not ordinary jujube stones, but jujube stones laid by jujube stone trees in her hometown, which shows her homesickness. Later, she also said that she renovated her home in the United States into her hometown in China, which also showed her homesickness.

The ancients said, "A nest of gold and silver is not as good as one's own kennel! That's true. It is better to sleep in your own thatched cottage than to live in a good house. When New China was founded, a great scientist, Qian Xuesen, returned to the embrace of the motherland after many twists and turns.

He can live in a big house in a foreign country and enjoy delicious food and a good salary, but he finally gave up the good treatment and came to his hometown because he missed his country. He has made outstanding contributions to his hometown and is known as the "father of missiles."

There are also people abroad who miss their hometown-musician Chopin. His hometown was occupied by Russia, and he was forced to leave his hometown, but he did not forget his hometown.

He composed music day and night, and finished the famous piano sonata No.2 in B minor, in order to awaken people to protect their hometown. But when he died in another country, he asked his sister to send him back to his hometown. You can't forget your hometown.

Do you think of your hometown every holiday? As Li Baiyun said: "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home." No matter where he was, he missed his hometown. Once, when I was traveling, I was very happy when I went during the day, and I couldn't help thinking of my hometown at night.

If you have been away from home for a long time and have a chance to pass by your hometown, you will be very excited. Hometown is our hometown, where there are our ups and downs, but they are all good for us.

Just like the author's classmates went hundreds of miles away to beg for kilograms of stones to decorate the homesickness of their hometown Beihai.

8. For example, the 600-word composition "Jujube Stone" shows the author's homesickness for his classmates, because the author's classmates asked the author to bring him a jujube stone from China.

Jujube sellers can be found everywhere in America. Why don't the author's classmates buy it? Because what she wants is not ordinary jujube stones, but jujube stones laid by jujube stone trees in her hometown, which shows her homesickness. Later, she also said that she renovated her home in the United States into her hometown in China, which also showed her homesickness.

The ancients said, "A nest of gold and silver is not as good as one's own kennel! That's true. It is better to sleep in your own thatched cottage than to live in a good house. When New China was founded, a great scientist, Qian Xuesen, returned to the embrace of the motherland after many twists and turns.

He can live in a big house in a foreign country and enjoy delicious food and a good salary, but he finally gave up the good treatment and came to his hometown because he missed his country. He has made outstanding contributions to his hometown and is known as the "father of missiles."

There are also people abroad who miss their hometown-musician Chopin. His hometown was occupied by Russia, and he was forced to leave his hometown, but he did not forget his hometown.

He composed music day and night, and finished the famous piano sonata No.2 in B minor, in order to awaken people to protect their hometown. But when he died in another country, he asked his sister to send him back to his hometown. You can't forget your hometown.

Do you think of your hometown every holiday? As Li Baiyun said: "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home." No matter where he was, he missed his hometown. Once, when I was traveling, I was very happy when I went during the day, and I couldn't help thinking of my hometown at night.

If you have been away from home for a long time and have a chance to pass by your hometown, you will be very excited. Hometown is our hometown, where there are our ups and downs, but they are all good for us.

Just like the author's classmates went hundreds of miles away to beg for kilograms of stones to decorate the homesickness of their hometown Beihai.