Imitate a 450-word composition in small and capital letters.

1. Write a composition in a small range, about 400 words. My uncle I have a great uncle. He loves me the most, and I like him very much.

He collects taxes, and he usually wears a big hat, which is very powerful. Sometimes, he puts a big hat on my head, and I go forward to make everyone laugh.

But something happened recently, which gave me a new view of my uncle. It was Saturday night, and my mother took me to my uncle's house to play.

As soon as I entered the door, I found a stranger talking to my uncle. Seeing us come in, the stranger grabbed his uncle's big hat, covered a pile of things on the coffee table in a panic, and got up to leave.

I only heard my uncle say, "OK, I'm sure I can do it well!" " As he spoke, he walked the man out. When my uncle went to see Fujian, I curiously lifted the big cap and looked, ah! I was shocked at once, a thick stack of "great unification"! Hum, what a surprise that uncle can do such a shameful thing! I thought angrily.

After a while, my uncle came to talk to me. I pretended not to hear him and just ignored him. The next day, my uncle came to my house and asked me what happened yesterday. Do I feel sick?

I gave him a white look and said nothing, feeling that my uncle was not pleasing to the eye. In order to tease me, he put a big hat on my head, and I got rid of it violently.

In the evening, my mother asked me to send fish to grandma. Grandma lives in my uncle's house. Although I am not happy to see my uncle, I can't say no, so I have to go.

I came to my uncle's house, but fortunately I didn't meet my uncle. Thank god. I handed the fish to grandma, turned around and walked out.

When I passed my uncle's room, I suddenly heard something moving inside, so I crept open the door and looked inside. Shit, that stranger was at his uncle's house again yesterday.

What's he doing here? I pricked up my ears to listen. "My fine ..." This is a stranger's voice.

There was a silence in the room for a while, and my uncle said, "Last time, you should be fined 5000 yuan to 10000 yuan according to the regulations, but considering that you evaded taxes for the first time, I decided to punish you 5000 yuan. I paid you 2000 yuan yesterday, so you can pay another 3000 yuan tomorrow! Remember in the future, pay taxes consciously, don't do that ... "Uncle is educating him about tax law.

When I heard this, I felt guilty and uneasy. I was wrong about you, my good uncle. I'm sorry

I like listening to the song "Grateful Heart" very much. The dull and slightly sad melody made me re-examine the vicissitudes of life and years. I am tireless and bored, but I feel a little silent and warm.

This is a sign language song. I heard that it also has a touching story, which deeply shocked our hearts. There is a little girl who was born with aphasia. Her father died when she was very young.

She lives with her mother. Mother goes out early and comes home late every day, and brings her a rice cake when she comes home.

One day, it rained heavily and it was late, but my mother hasn't come back yet. The little girl follows her mother's way back to find her mother every day.

She walked a long way and finally saw her mother lying on the roadside. She shook her mother's body hard, but her mother didn't answer her.

The little girl suddenly understood: mother may be dead! She felt very scared, took her mother's hand and shook it hard, only to find that her mother was still clutching a piece of rice cake ... She cried desperately, but she couldn't make a sound ... It kept raining, and the little girl cried for a long time. She knew that her mother would never wake up, and now she is alone.

She thought, why don't mom's eyes close? Is she worried about herself? So I dried my tears and decided to tell my mother in my own language that she would live well and let her go at ease ... The little girl wrote this poem "Grateful Heart" in sign language again and again in the rain, and tears and rain mixed together and slid across her small but strong face ... "Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself ... Grateful heart and thank life. What kind of spirit is inspiring me? It is love! How many people silently cared about me when I was born? My parents gave birth to me; Teachers tirelessly taught me; When I was in trouble, my classmates encouraged me and helped me ... Although I couldn't repay them completely, I didn't forget them and I was forever grateful.

Not only that, in a person's life, in a person's life, the above is only a small aspect. If we live in a big way as a member of society, the country provides us with a safe and stable living environment, * * * provides us with opportunities for work development, and many people provide us with social services; On a larger scale, nature gives us sunshine, air, rain and dew, drinking water and food, and the earth gives us a foothold; Even if we encounter some setbacks and hardships, we have also been trained, learned more truth and enriched the meaning of life. In other words, they are very kind to each of us.

I remember when I graduated from primary school, the graduating class participated in the sign language dance of Grateful Heart. I can't forget the scene at that time: we completed the action with nostalgia for primary school life and teachers. After the performance, the students in our class hugged each other and cried into a ball. Although primary school gradually left me, my purest feelings for teachers and students took root in my mind ... After graduation, the kind face of teachers often appeared in my mind. I thought about many things and wrote them. I also wrote the following poem-Gratitude: "Grateful blue sky/sunshine and rain moistened me/grateful earth/whole grains fed my hunger/grateful God/blood of my parents gave me life/grateful teacher/instilled knowledge/grateful friends/understanding helped me warm me" Grateful hurt/honed my mind/stumbling block to gratitude/exercised me. I woke up to my self-esteem/gratitude for suffering/training me how to strive for self-improvement. "I am grateful for everything/learn to be grateful/appreciate all the people and things that made me grow up/appreciate the failure/he made my experience in Cang Sang rich/appreciate the success/he made my life journey full of beauty/appreciate the encouragement/he gave me strength and courage to make me confident/appreciate the criticism/he reminded me to be self-aware and not forget why"/gratitude/modesty.

What is "gratitude"? "Gratitude" is an exotic product, and the definition of the word "gratitude" in Oxford Dictionary is "willing to express gratitude for interests and give back to others". Gratitude is an expression of gratitude for kindness, an emotion lingering in the hearts of everyone who does not forget the kindness of others, and an attitude towards life, because we live in this world and everything is good for us! There is a "Thanksgiving" in the west.

On Thanksgiving Day, people will hold various celebrations to thank God for the "grace" of harvest, and it will become a day when families and the whole society can enjoy joy. Our Chinese nation is an ancient and civilized nation. Although there is no "Thanksgiving Day", we have never lacked "gratitude" since ancient times and have always regarded gratitude as a virtue.

Filial piety is the essence of China traditional culture. Filial piety is the core of Confucian ethics and the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation.

In Yuan Dynasty, Guo compiled Twenty-four Filial Pieties in Ancient China and Twenty-four Filial Pieties. Stories such as "tasting soup and medicine personally", "losing rice in a hundred miles", "selling one's body to bury one's father", "lying on the ice for carp" and "abandoning an official to find one's mother" have played a guiding role in filial piety for future generations.

Now it is "the grace of dripping water, and the spring is rewarded." This is also a beautiful story in the world, and it is also a good story to know the source of drinking water.

As the saying goes: the grass is the most pregnant, and the people know how to be grateful. At that time, in Ruijin, Jiangxi Province, the Red Army dug a well for the local people, and the masses wrote down the slogan "Happiness does not forget * * *, and the digger does not forget to drink water" to show their gratitude. That well, also known as the "Red Army Well", is an example of gratitude.

People have feelings, which is a special attribute that distinguishes human beings from other lower animals. Kindness and love are the most brilliant and gorgeous flowers of civilization in human life.

Gratitude is human nature, and knowing how to be grateful is also one of the basic conditions for being a man. Ungrateful, to some extent, is a blasphemy against the sacred feelings of human beings.

Mencius, an ancient thinker in China, believed that compassion, shame, resignation and right and wrong are the four ends of human beings, and people are United in the same way. With these four ends, it is "benevolence, righteousness, courtesy and wisdom."

3. Write an article about the beauty of death (quite critical)

Autumn is often regarded as the season of decline, so Qiu Jin wrote a poem "Autumn rain is sad". Yes, autumn is indeed the season of withering, the leaves are yellow, the flowers are defeated, and the hearts of the relocated poets are filled with faint sadness.

It's quite crucial. Perhaps leaves are a symbol of autumn, telling people that the inevitable withering will come with the wind in a year, but I think leaves have their own beauty of withering. Perhaps it is the call of autumn wind that makes it reluctant to leave home, perhaps it is the invitation of the earth that makes it dusty and fall into the world, or it wants to explore the beauty of the world in the autumn wind, but these are not important. What is important is that it has achieved new growth with a little strength in life.

Leaves leave their original position to the next generation. The leaving of the leaves preserves the energy of the whole tree and makes it grow stronger in the coming year. This is the dying beauty. Cruel and helpless.

The society we live in now is an endless world, and no one can stay at one level without moving forward. Everyone is a leaf on the big tree of society. We must constantly absorb nutrients to achieve the continuation of life. Like leaves, they absorb sunlight and rain to enrich themselves that may wither at any time. Leaves are inseparable from trees, people are inseparable from society, and we all depend on a big tree.

Just as leaves will leave trees one day, people will leave society one day, not because society has abandoned us, but because we can't keep up with the speed of society. So we quit helplessly and withered helplessly-we are old.

We should try to discover beauty. Leaving doesn't mean leaving nothing. Our efforts are still shaking in the crowd, inspiring people to never give up. Our bright smiles are still flashing, planting joy where we passed. Although people are gone, the imprint that vividly exists in society is branded in history.

Our departure also provides more places for those who are ready to leave, and the same work platform will be their brilliant stage.

Fading is irreplaceable, and the sadness of leaves leaving trees plays a beautiful plot in great loss.

4. Write an article about the beauty you found with the method of "seeing the big from the small", and remember this day with a composition of no less than 450 words.

I never like drinking tea,

Especially strong tea,

Drink it in your mouth,

That bitter taste is really bad.

I never knew.

Bai Why do so many people like drinking tea?

Drink juice,

Isn't the drink better? Until that day,

I just had my idea.

Change.

During May Day, my aunt came to my house and brought her own Longjing tea. It is said that Longjing tea is a treasure in tea.

For people who love tea, it can be said that it is welcome.

This aroused my curiosity.

So,

I crept into the kitchen,

Found those Longjing teas,

Put it in a teacup and brew it with hot water.

Tea leaves fall into hot water together,

It seems that naughty fish are there.

Drilling up and down in the river is beautiful. Then, the thick tea fragrance overflowed and the long fragrance filled the whole room.

I took a deep breath and the smell was refreshing.

"Well,

Seeing is believing,

Longjing tea is really Longjing tea. "

I thought to myself,

I couldn't wait to take a sip.

Who knows,

"wow!

"I suddenly spit it out. This kind of tea is more bitter than other teas! I was about to pour tea when my father came in and saw it.

Come and stop it.

"How can you be so wasted! This is the best Longjing!

"

"What good longjing? It's almost better than

The medicine is still bitter, how to drink it? "

"Don't worry,

Drinking tea is not the same as tasting it.

Have a good cup of tea,

You have to slow down,

Only in this way can we taste its true taste.

Of course it's impossible to gobble like you. Now if you try again, I'm sure you can taste two different flavors. "

I took a sip of the teacup and put it in my mouth.

Taste it carefully,

When you swallow it,

Strange,

There is still sweetness.

The smell of filar silk! I took a few more sips, and the bitter and sweet taste was really memorable!

"Dad, this tea is really good."

"It is good that you can taste it. In fact, life is the same, just learn slowly.

Only when you have tasted bitterness will you feel sweet.

The feeling of' a cup of spring dew lingers, and the breeze under your arm is immortal' is a short moment to taste tea.

Traces left behind,

Simple and dignified, it has become the precipitation of years.

Just as the astringency of tea leaves in the throat and does not spread,

Tea is like people.

Born!

"

On this day,

I have gained a lot.

Tea tasting,

This is a small matter,

But the bitterness of Longjing tea is sweet, and the bitterness of dad is sweet.

These words have always been imprinted on my heart,

Give me a profound enlightenment.

Like dad said,

Life is like tea.

A person's life is

It paved many difficulties, setbacks, peace and happiness.

If we swallow our lives,

So we just ...

You will see the misfortunes and disasters in life,

And ignore some happy things.

Only when you calm down,

Taste it slowly,

slow

Pay back slowly, there will be unexpected gains, perhaps behind the misfortune is the bud of happiness.

I said to myself: Please remember this day forever!

5. Write a composition "Love" with the method of "seeing the big from the small"

This is a green apple lying by the door of a speeding car.

As long as you touch it gently, it will fall on the asphalt road and be on the verge of danger.

I sat in the car and stared at the apple. I'm afraid it will fall down at once. There is a chubby conductor standing next to him. He stood fearlessly by the open car door with the apple at his feet. He didn't seem to notice at all. He stared at people coming and going outside the car.

The owner of that apple is sitting next to me-a little boy who looks about twelve or thirteen years old. He glanced shyly at the apples that fell to the ground from time to time. But he didn't pick up the dangerous apple. Maybe he drives too fast, maybe he feels embarrassed-who cares too much about a small apple these days? No one else in the car picked it up, including me. At that time, I thought, the owner of the apple didn't pick it. I picked it up and gave it to the owner. What does this mean? What kind of eyes will it attract if you pick it up and put it in your pocket? I still haven't started, but I'm a little uneasy.

"Every man sweeps his own snow and doesn't care about other people's tiles. "Even the strength to pick up an apple is disdainful or dare not. What kind of unspeakable difficulties and intangible obstacles make us less enthusiastic and more dull?

Suddenly the car stopped with a loud "honk" and arrived at the station. I got off the bus with heavy luggage and walked to the door. Where are the apples? Why is it missing? I'm sure I didn't kick him out of the car. Then who did it? Or who picked it up? I got out of the car in doubt and felt terrible.

I think of Mr. Feng Jicai's words: "In the hustle and bustle of the world, we often forget our own hearts. Perhaps, there are too many difficulties and temptations, too many obstacles and opportunities, too many losses and too many excitement in modern society, and we are caught in the middle. Those fame, gain, loss, honor and disgrace are all ropes that affect us. In this way, all day, I was either busy or interested. Where can we take care of every invisible soul around us? "

I walked askew with heavy luggage on my back and felt like I was on the edge. ...

6. The requirement to write a 400-word composition is a sentence that students say with the motivation of seeing the big picture.

Walking with my aunt in the crowded street, I came across Xiao Huang, who used to be my aunt's student.

Xiao Huang is still the image in my aunt's memory. She is thin and clumsy, her braids are tied up and her eyes are always turning around, but there is no intelligence in what she reveals. Aunt didn't pay much attention to Xiao Huang when she was the head teacher. Xiao Huang is not only ugly, but also has a lower IQ than other children. She barely finished school in the first half of the third grade. Her family seemed to think that she was not cut out for study and simply sent her home. Menstruation quietly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news that Xiao Huang would no longer come to school. Alas, she finally left a nerve-racking burden!

However, at this time, in this busy street, Xiao Huang happened to shuttle. It seems that I came to town with my family to buy things, and both laptops were full. Just when menstruation accidentally caught a glimpse of her ready to divert attention, Xiao Huang happened to see her former class teacher, and a little shyness immediately crossed her stiff face, and at the same time there was a little joy. Then, as if she subconsciously remembered something, she quickly sent a bodhi in her hand to her aunt and said loudly, "Teacher, you can take it from my house."

Auntie was a little caught off guard and a little embarrassed, and declined falteringly. At this time, a lady next to her asked Xiao Huang doubtfully, "Do you know her?" "Yes, she was the head teacher when I was studying!" Xiao Huang replied shyly and proudly. When I heard Xiao Huang's careless words, my aunt's face suddenly turned hot, and she looked ashamed in front of Xiao Huang. Because Xiao Huang's sentence "She was the head teacher when I was studying" made my aunt feel ashamed. She knew that although she was the head teacher in Xiao Huang at that time, she didn't have a good impression of Xiao Huang for a day. This sincere and proud sentence came from a student who had given her a headache, so it became a whip and kept beating her aunt's heart.

From then on, in the eyes of my aunt, there is no longer a distinction between good students and bad students. Aunt said that as long as she is a student, she should take it seriously. Who would have thought that the motivation to treat students fairly turned out to be an ordinary sentence from students.

Today, when I came out of the Children's Palace, I found a middle school student-like man not far away took out a bottle of water from his backpack, drank it in one gulp, threw it under the tree by the roadside, turned a blind eye to the trash can a few meters away, and then turned away.

Although this incident is small, it shows the bad habit of middle school students and even the general public-littering. They believe that the hole in the ozone layer over Antarctica is dangerous, but it is far away. Global warming is a big crisis, but it rises by a few tenths of a degree every year, which has no impact on life. Environmental pollution is a great test for human beings, but it doesn't matter if you throw away that plastic bottle.

This is an incorrect concept of E68A84E8A2 AD32313133532363134313032313633313333333735. Everyone must know the word "accumulate over a long period", right? Many a mickle makes a mickle, and over time people become knowledgeable. What about garbage? Perhaps, in the future with extremely advanced technology, the earth will become a huge trash can, and the earth will no longer be the bright sapphire in the vast universe; Perhaps, at that time, human beings can change everything, but can they make the earth completely different? How important the environment is to us! I also heard the news that a group of Korean tourists are picking up garbage in Ningbo scenic spot. Men, women and children.

It can be seen from this news that there is too much rubbish in China. Foreign countries do much better than us: for example, in Singapore, you will be fined several thousand yuan for littering once. In Germany, almost no one litters, but they also put them in a proper way.

If China people go there, they have to prepare a fine of tens of thousands of yuan! I think China should carry out more activities like "You throw me and I pick up" to completely change the image of China people.

8. Take a walk in the first day to imitate a 600-word composition. 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 walking time is like sand. The tighter you hold on to it, the faster it will flow and soon it will pass. Quietly, quietly, it only left 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 just because time flies and my parents are getting older. I can never ride on my father's shoulders again and I will never go back there.