Excerpts from composition paragraphs (urgent)

We look forward to it. The footsteps of spring are getting closer and closer to us. The spring breeze blows slowly, and the warm sunshine shines on the earth.

No one can go against the laws of nature when winter goes and spring comes.

With the arrival of spring, everything recovers, and we open our eyes with joy, and the scene of everything recovering is displayed in front of us.

Get up in the morning and open the door. A fresh wind blew against my face. As the saying goes, "it's not cold to blow in the willows."

Yes, just like a mother's hand touching you, the spring breeze brings some new dirt.

All kinds of flowers and plants stretch out their hands to cheer for us, and birds fly from the south to the north.

They show off their crisp throats and make melodious and moving tunes in calling friends.

Feel this beautiful nature.

Whether it is flowers, birds or other animals and plants, they are brewing in the slightly humid air.

Rain in spring is the most common. For two or three days, the pedestrians on the street were wet.

Don't be angry, it's like a yak, like an embroidery needle, woven obliquely and densely, weaving a beautiful picture for people walking.

After the rain, the dust in the whole county disappeared, and some peculiar smells could be smelled.

People come out to stretch their muscles and do their jobs well.

There is a good saying: a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning.

A year has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.

We high school students, too, can study in spring, which is a kind of enjoyment.

Time is gone forever. We should seize every day, every minute and cherish time.

Learning is like bees gathering honey, which never stops.

Dad can't come back for a holiday this Spring Festival. In order to enrich my winter vacation life and improve my perceptual knowledge of life, my mother decided to take me to my father's construction site for an extraordinary Spring Festival. On February 5th, we set off from Hefei and started my happy journey. Although there are many people on the bus, I am still very happy and excited. Along the way, we took the bus to the train, passed through Anhui Province, Hubei Province and Hunan Province, and came to Huaihua City, Hunan Province, which is located at the junction of Hunan Province and Guizhou Province. Huaihua City is an ancient city, where there is the hometown of Shen Congwen-Phoenix City, and Zhijiang County under its jurisdiction is the surrender place of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. It is also the starting point of the Chongqing-Huaihua Railway, the key project of China's western development.

I have been to many construction sites for the Spring Festival as long as I can remember. He has been to Heze, Shandong Province on Hengshang Line and Fuyang, Anhui Province on Beijing-Kowloon Railway. This time I took the Huai Yu Railway to Huaihua City, Hunan Province. In order to follow my father to the construction site ahead to pay New Year greetings to the workers' uncles, we first traveled along Panshan Highway, passing through Hunan, Guizhou and Chongqing, and made a long journey to Xiushan County, Chongqing. Along the way, the mountains along the roadside are connected into one piece, and the scenery is beautiful. I am also very excited. I forgot the bumps on the winding mountain road and stared at the scenery on both sides of the road. I saw many novel scenery and customs along the way; I saw the unique costumes of local ethnic minorities; A natural waterfall formed naturally. Some waterfalls are small, while others are very swift. The water in that river is crystal clear and really beautiful. I looked at the blue sky, peaks, green vegetable fields and neat rows of trees with excitement. The branches are covered with strings of icicles, which are crystal clear and bright, more beautiful than fog pine. Sometimes some hot air comes out of the distant Woods, like a sea of clouds, hazy. Looking at those beautiful scenery, I really want to find a boat, sit in it and feel the taste of "traveling alone in the illustrated world"

The climate in mountainous areas is cold and humid, and it often rains. No, the muddy narrow road has become slippery because of the continuous rain and snow. After arriving at Xiushan, we changed to the rail car and rushed to the bridge. Although it's New Year's Eve and it's raining in Mao Mao, the sound of paving and bridging is rumbling, and the workers' uncles still stick to their jobs and work hard. At this moment of reunion, they gave up the time to reunite with their families in order to work and take care of everyone. Seeing their hard work, I understand why my father has no weekends and holidays, and why he has little time to come back to visit relatives. He can't stay for a few days when he comes back, and he has to go back. Here, I saw the Yuanliangshan Tunnel, the longest tunnel in the history of newly-built railways, with a total length of 1 1 km. I also saw something I had never seen before: the station was built in a tunnel. The camper where the workers live is half in the tunnel, cold and wet, and half on the bridge. This kind of camper is called "caravan" in mom and dad's unit. Wherever the tracks are laid and the bridge goes, the campers will follow. In winter, Leng Xia is hot. I got on the camper with curiosity and found that they had transformed every carriage into a warm little home, and the beds were neat. Although they are far away from the bustling urban areas, they stick Spring Festival couplets and a "blessing" on the door of each carriage to create a festive atmosphere.

Although the New Year's Eve dinner was not as rich as at home, they did their best. Workers' uncles from different regions sat around talking and laughing without any resentment. Sometimes they will see messages of blessing from their families, and sometimes they will hear their telephone greetings to their families. It seems that they are used to this kind of life.

After the Chinese New Year's Eve, I came to visit his father's brother, came outside the door and set off firecrackers happily. I saw my brother playing "Spaceman". As soon as he lit the fuse, the astronaut flew high! Not to be outdone, I immediately took out the bomber, the big butterfly and the little bee. First, I lit the bomber. The bomber flew quite high, too, but it suddenly exploded as soon as it flew into the air. "ah!" I cried, "Plane crash!" My brother looked at me with a strange smile, as if to say, "Hey, hey, it's still a bomber. In my opinion, it is like a self-destructive machine. " I was angry and lit the "little bee", but the "little bee" didn't fly, but flew forward. My second monk was puzzled and secretly scolded, "Damn it." I couldn't help looking at my brother, who was still smiling at me, as if to say, "Give up, you can't compete with my' astronaut'." Although the environment in this place is very poor, I still feel very happy. Because I am the first passenger on the Huai Yu railway line. I am very proud of this.

On the seventh day, my father led my mother and me to Qili Bridge in Zhijiang, Hunan, and visited the Victory Surrender Memorial Hall in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, People's Republic of China (PRC), where China surrendered in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. This surrender field consists of surrender field, surrender memorial hall and anti-Japanese war victory memorial hall. After reading these, I am very educated and know that our life is hard-won, so we should cherish the good times now.

In a blink of an eye, this winter vacation will be over. Looking back on my winter vacation life, I think it was really an unusual holiday!

Les Miserables:

One:

As we remember, the row of open-top shops extended from the chapel to the front of the thenardier inn. Because rich people will soon pass by that area to attend midnight mass, all the shops light candles, which are covered with funnel-shaped paper covers. At that time, a teacher at Montfermeil Primary School was drinking in Thenardier's shop. He said that candlelight was "charming", but at the same time, there were no stars in the sky. The last booth is opposite the door of Thenardier. This is a toy store, full of glittering gold and silver jewelry, glassware and tin toys. In front of the first row, in front of a big white towel, the businessman showed a big doll, two feet tall, wearing a pink crepe robe, gold tassels on her head, real hair and enamel eyes. This treasure was displayed there all day,/kloc-passers-by under 0/0 have no love, but in Montfermeil, no mother has that much money, or has the habit of profligacy, and is willing to buy it for her children. Eponine and Azma looked at it for hours, but as for Cosette, they only dared to look at it secretly once or twice. When Cosette went out with a bucket, although she was so depressed, she couldn't help but lift her eyes to see the extraordinary doll and the "empress", according to her statement. The poor child just stood there. She is not close enough to see the doll. To her, the whole store is like a palace. The doll is not a doll, but an illusion. The poor young lady has been deeply immersed in that miserable and cold poor life, and now what she sees, in her fantasy, naturally becomes joy, brilliance, brilliance and happiness together. Cosette used her sad wisdom that day to estimate the abyss between her and the doll. She told herself that only the queen, or at least the princess, could get such a "thing". She studied the beautiful pink robe and smooth hair and thought, "This doll, how happy she should be!" " "She couldn't take her eyes off that colorful shop. The more she watched it, the more dizzy she became. She thinks she saw heaven. Behind the big doll, there are many small dolls. She thinks they must be some fairies and fairies. She felt that the businessman walking around the stall was a bit like an eternal father. In that kind of worship, she forgot everything, even what others told her to do. Suddenly, the thenardier's gruff voice brought her back to reality: "Why, fool, you haven't left yet! Wait! Wait till I settle accounts with you! I want to ask, what is she doing there! Little monster, go! " Madame Thenardier looked into the street and saw Cosette in deep thought. Cosette quickly picked up the bucket and let go and slipped away. (Part II, Volume III, Chapter IV)

Second:

"Sister-in-law, your two little babies are so cute."

Dedicated to the beautiful and gentle Imogen,

Mother answered with a love song, and then turned her head.

It turned out to be a woman standing in front of her, only a few steps away from her. The woman is still holding a child.

Besides, she was carrying a heavy carry-on coat bag.

A woman's child is a fairy-like child. It's a girl of two or three years old. Her clothes are beautifully decorated, which can be compared with those two children. She is wearing a small silk hat with curtain lace and a cloak with streamers. Lift up the skirt and you will see her white, fat and strong thighs. She is ruddy, healthy and very lovely. Cheeks are as bright as apples, making people want to take a bite. Her eyes must be big and her eyelashes must be beautiful. We can't say anything more because she is asleep.

The French city of Valance is famous for producing lace.

How soundly she slept! Only when she is young can she sleep carefree. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it?

As for mother, she is poor and depressed. She dresses like a woman worker, but she shows some signs of wanting to be a peasant woman again. She is still young. Is she pretty? Maybe, but because of that dress, she doesn't look beautiful. A lock of blonde hair was exposed in her hair, showing her plump hair, but she tied it tightly under her chin with an ugly and narrow witch scarf, covering everything. A person can show beautiful teeth when she smiles, but she doesn't laugh at all. Her eyes didn't seem to dry for long. Her face is bloodless, and she looks tired, as if she were ill. She looked at her daughter sleeping in her arms, an expression that only a mother who breastfed herself would have. A large towel of thick blue cloth with oblique folds, the kind used by the wounded soldier to blow his nose, covered her waist. Her hands are dry and black, full of spots, the rough skin on her index finger is covered with needle holes, and her shoulders are covered with a blue thick wool, a cloth skirt and a pair of big shoes. This is Fantine.

Three:

There are many factors that make those wild children respect each other. We know a waif and have some contact with him. He was respected and admired for seeing a man fall from the top of Notre Dame. The other is because he tried his best to enter a backyard and "touched" some lead blocks from several statues temporarily taken from the dome of the disabled soldiers' hospital; Third, because I have seen the male carriage turn over; There is another one, because he "knows" a soldier who almost blinded an old rich man.

This makes us understand why a Parisian gamin would shout such words: "God's God! I'm unlucky! I just want to say that I have never seen a person fall from the fifth floor! " Ai-je (whether I have it or not) is called J 'ai-ty, and cinquième (fifth) is called cintième. That kind of profound epigram is beyond ordinary people's understanding, so they can only laugh it off.

Here is what a countryman said, of course, which is a punch line: "I said, uncle, your wife died of illness, why don't you go to see a doctor?"

"What can we do, Sir? We poor people, we have to die ourselves. " If that kind of talk can represent the spicy and passive character of the country people, the following sentence can certainly represent the anarchist free thought of the suburban children. A man sentenced to death was listening to his confessor preach in a prison car. The child in Paris shouted, "He talked to the teacher. Ha! This bitch! "

Showing some courage in the face of religious matters can improve the reputation of wild children. It is important to have a strong will.

Four:

Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Jean-Bert Rouville, Combeferre, Julie, Balak and Bossuet all rushed out of the hotel. It is almost too late. They saw a large row of flashing spears swaying on the top of the barricade. A group of tall security policemen, some over the coach, some over the gap, are rushing in and coming at the wild boy. The wild child just backed away and didn't run away.

This is a very urgent moment. Just like a sudden flood, the water has risen to the bank and started to seep in through various cracks. In a second, the barricade will be occupied.

Barry picked up his carbine and rushed to the first security policeman who came in. He was shot head-on. The second man killed Barry with a bayonet. The other knocked Courfeyrac to the ground, and Courfeyrac was shouting, "Help!" " "A tall, burly man with a bayonet was coming towards Gavroche. The gamin's two small arms picked up Javert's big rifle, put it firmly on his shoulder and aimed at the giant. Javert didn't load the gun until after the gunshot. The security police laughed loudly, raised their guns and stabbed the children.

Before the bayonet touched Gavroche, the rifle had fallen from the soldier's hand: a bullet hit his eyebrows and he fell to the ground on his back. The second bullet hit the heart of the security police, who approached Courfeyrac again and knocked him down on the stone.

This is because Marius entered the barricade.

Five:

"shoot." Enjolras said.

He put down his barrel, crossed his arms and stood up to wait.

It is always touching to die heroically. Once Enjolras crossed his arms to accept the death penalty, the deafening battle suddenly fell silent in the room, and the chaos immediately subsided and became as solemn as a cemetery. Enjolras, unarmed and motionless, is invincible That young man, who seems to exert a kind of pressure on the noise, is the only one who is not hurt at all. He has a noble manner, is covered in blood and has a moving expression. He is as cold as a harmless person, as if his calm eyes alone forced the fierce crowd to shoot him with respect. His handsome appearance, coupled with pride at the moment, makes him radiant. He seems neither tired nor injured. After this terrible twenty-four hours, his face is still rosy and bright. Witnesses may have talked about him in the military court afterwards: "There was a thug, and I heard everyone call him Apollo." After aiming at Enjolras, a national guard laid down his weapon and said, "I feel like I'm going to shoot a flower."

Six:

The soldiers stared at Enjolras who was retreating in the corner. He seemed to be hiding behind the pool table and didn't see Grantaire at all. The monitor is preparing to give the order again: "aim!" " "Then they suddenly heard a loud voice around them shouting:

"* * * Long live the country! I am also one. "

Grantaire stood up.

The infinite brilliance of the whole battle he missed sparkled in the eyes of the drunken man who became noble at the moment.

He repeated: "Long live the Republic of China!" He walked across the room with firm steps and stood in front of a row of guns next to Enjolras.

"You hit two at a time!" He said.

Then he turned to Enjolras and asked him gently:

"Do you allow it?"

Enjolras smiled and shook hands with him.

Before I finished laughing, the volley rang.

Enjolras was shot eight times and leaned against the wall like a bullet, but his head hung down.

Grantaire was knocked down at his feet.

Soon after, the soldiers drove away the last few thugs hiding on the roof. They crossed the wooden fence and shot at the attic. People are fighting in the attic. Someone threw people out of the window, and several of them were still alive. Two hussars who tried to lift the broken carriage were killed by two shots in the attic. A man in a smock was thrown out, his stomach was pierced by a bayonet, and he fell to the ground and groaned. A soldier and a thug slipped down the gravel slope at the same time, and they wouldn't let go of each other. They twisted violently and fell down. The same struggle was going on in the cellar, shouting, gunfire and brutal trampling, and then suddenly there was silence and the barricade was occupied.

The soldiers began to search the surrounding houses in pursuit of the escaped prisoner.

Seven:

In Abbe Cemetery in lachaise, near ordinary graves, far away from elegant areas and grotesque ugly graves that show fashionable features after death in front of eternity, there is a slate in a remote corner, leaning against an old wall, under a big Metasequoia tree covered with morning glory, between thatch and moss. This slate, like other slates, has been peeling off for a long time, moldy and moldy. Rain makes it green and air makes it black. It is not on any roadside, and people don't like to come here, because the weeds are too high and their feet are soaked at once. When a small sun appears, geckos will appear, wild oats will rustle everywhere, and cardinals will sing in the trees in spring.

This slate is bare, and the stone carver only thinks that it is needed to build a tombstone. He has not considered anything but making it long and wide enough to cover a person.

There is no name on it.

But many years ago, a hand wrote four poems on it with a pencil Under the washing of rain, dew and dust, it has slowly disappeared, but it has probably disappeared today:

He's at peace. Despite this fate,

He still leads an ignominious life. If he loses his angel, he dies;

Things happen naturally,

As night falls, the day falls.

Choose for yourself.