Thoughts on knocking on snow.

After watching the snow, I heard a hurried footsteps outside, and my father went to knock on the snow again. The snow keeps falling, and my father is afraid that the snow will damage our "books"-the fruit trees that provide our children with income for school, which are called "books" by my father. Get up in the middle of the night and knock on the snow slowly with a duck stick. Father's action is very light, knocking on the falling snow on the tree carefully. From here, we can see that my father cherishes and cherishes the fruits we planted. It reflects my father's attention to the study of several children in our family and my father's deep love for us. Father asked me, "Is it still snowing tonight?" I just answered my father with what I learned at school. Although my father was very helpless because of the snow tonight, when he heard my answer, he understood that I had learned something and the importance of learning. Even though my father is very helpless and unwilling, he will be full of energy at the thought of me going to school. He will get up in the middle of the night to knock on the snow on the fruit tree in case the fruit on the fruit tree is broken, and our brother and sister's tuition will not be settled next year. Spring came, and my father was busy knocking on the snow, so he didn't sleep much at night and got sick. But under the care of my father, the fruit was harvested and bought at a good price. Because my father was very ill, we picked a big and sweet peach for my father, but my father insisted on not eating it, saying that peaches were used to sell money to pay tuition, not to eat. If we eat it, we will have no money to buy books. Under our repeated introduction, my father managed to eat it, but we both burst into tears, reflecting the deep affection between father and son.

The answer to the reading of Knocking Snow is to add a paragraph at the end of the article that can reveal the main idea of the article ... Answer: 1. In order to protect the apricot, plum and peach trees that can ensure our brothers to go to school, my father knocked on the snow on the trees all night and finally fell ill.

2. can't; Paragraph (3) is an episode, which shows my father's concern, love and careful care for these apricot trees, plum trees and peach trees, and the importance of these trees to my brothers and me. It shows my father's emphasis on the education of my brothers and his love for us, paving the way for my father to listen to the snow, knock on the snow and reprimand me for picking peaches in the middle of the night.

Because my father is afraid that the branches will be crushed by snow at night, which will affect the harvest and delay our two brothers from paying tuition (going to school).

4. Vividly wrote his father's cautious actions when he knocked on the snow, showing his concern and attention to these trees, his great concern for our brothers' study and school, and his love for us.

The description of the scenery shows the bumper harvest of apricots, plums and peaches, which shows that my father's hard work has not been in vain and expresses our love and admiration for him.

6. Care for children, attach importance to education, and work hard.

(Answer only three points) 7. Key points: (1) can reveal the main idea (2) use argumentative or lyrical expressions (3) the language is fluent and beautiful.

The reading question and answer of the article Knocking on Snow is 1. Summarize the main content of the selected article in concise language.

(3 points) 2. Can paragraph (3) of the selected text be deleted? Why? (3 points) 3. In paragraph (1 1) of the selected works, why did my father ask me, "Will it snow again tonight?" (2 points) 4. Analyze the expression effect of the added words in the selected text.

(3 points) Father is standing under the tree, the bamboo pole reaches out to the branches, and slowly and gently knocks down the snow bit by bit ... 5. What description does the underlined sentence in paragraph (18) of the selected text belong to? What's the role? (3 points) 6. Please analyze the personality characteristics of "father" in the selected text.

(3 points) 7. Add an argumentative or lyrical text at the end of the article that can reveal the main idea of the article.

(3 points) Answer: 1. In order to protect the apricot, plum and peach trees that can guarantee our brother's tuition, my father knocked on the snow all night and finally fell ill.

2. can't; Paragraph (3) is an episode, which shows my father's concern, love and careful care for these apricot trees, plum trees and peach trees, and the importance of these trees to my brothers and me. It shows my father's emphasis on the education of my brothers and his love for us, paving the way for my father to listen to the snow, knock on the snow and reprimand me for picking peaches in the middle of the night.

Because my father is afraid that the branches will be crushed by snow at night, which will affect the harvest and delay our two brothers from paying tuition (going to school).

(I'm afraid it will affect the harvest of apricot, plum and peach trees, score 1). 4. Vividly wrote my father's cautious actions when he knocked on the snow, showing my father's concern and attention to these trees, showing my father's great concern for our two brothers' study and school, and showing my father's love for us.

The description of the scenery shows the bumper harvest of apricots, plums and peaches, which shows that my father's hard work has not been in vain and expresses our love and admiration for him.

6. Care for children, attach importance to education, and work hard.

(Answer only three points) 7. It is precisely because my father beats the snow on apricot, plum and peach trees every winter for our brother's tuition.

Every time you knock on a branch, you stand in the biting cold wind for one second.

My father's bones will tremble with cold, but my father always knocks on the snow with his mouth open for the tuition of next year's school … listening to the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

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Knock on the snow to see the answer! ! ! Look →. Add a paragraph at the end of the article that can reveal the article ... snow flies like goose feathers between heaven and earth.

The whole world is covered with a white coat, and snowflakes fall from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white.

White snowflakes, like small pieces of paper torn by people, are like the faint shadows of angels in the spring air! It's snowing Ah! It's snowing. Snow is falling from the sky, the wind is blowing, and snow is flying in the air. It's very beautiful.

Snowflakes fall from the sky, like naughty elves, like a pile of white paper spilled by a winter girl, and like a beautiful badge.

Snow, the angel of winter, saw off Sister Qiu and welcomed Miss Winter.

It shuttles between heaven and earth, comes and goes, carefree and free.

It is white and flawless, and there is always a feeling of purity.

I walked alone on the mountain road, which was paved from the top of the mountain. There is still a lot of snow on the road, like a silver river flowing down from the top of the mountain.

There are many big trees on the roadside, and there is snow on the branches, like grandma just steamed a cage of delicious bread and put it on the branches, like a scarf that girls put around the trees in winter, and like a tree in a white skirt.

Snow, falling from the sky, seems to tell us: winter is coming, I will make a forecast for you! I went to the top of the mountain and looked down, ah! They are all white! It is snow that makes the whole world so white and pure ... I reached out and grabbed a piece of snow, which melted, became transparent and soon disappeared! Just like people's hearts, they are born to be kind and pure. After a few years, they gradually dislike anyone around them. When you grow up, your heart turns black, and people become greedy, and you can't pursue it if you keep pursuing it? Just die alone.

Snow, let me know life, people are fragile and easily infected by the outside world.

Snow showed me the pure side of the world.

Snow, let me ... I love snow! I love its spirit, its appearance and its heart.

May everything in the world be as pure and white as snow! Flying catkins, it is so pure and flawless, and it is so beautiful and crystal clear.

I have been helping the old man sweep the snow for another year.

During the Spring Festival, people shoot guns, put up Spring Festival couplets and visit families ... In this beautiful festival, people ushered in the first snow this year.

In the morning, after the snow stopped, I came to the yard.

Looking around, snow-white sky, snow-white land, snow-white trees, snow-white buildings, snow-white cars, snow-white iron gates … a world of pure ice and jade.

Occasionally I heard one or two clear guns, saw a puppy rolling in the snow, and saw a group of children having a snowball fight. My heart is very refreshing.

Suddenly I heard a "ouch". It turned out that a child fell while skating.

An old man came to help her up and said softly, "Be careful, son.

"I looked at it carefully. That's the old man sweeping the snow.

He stood by a big broom and watched the children play happily, with a happy smile on his face.

I looked at the old man, about sixty years old, with gray hair like snow and an old gray cotton-padded jacket.

His hands were red with cold, he picked up a big broom and swept it again. After sweeping the snow into a snowdrift, he stepped aside. The children suddenly surrounded the snowdrift and used it to make a snowman and build a castle ... The old man smiled again.

At noon, the children were dragged home for lunch by their parents.

The old man had tears in his eyes. He looked at their backs, sighed lightly, shook his head again, and continued to clean up the snow messed up by the children ... At this time, everything seemed to be dark, only the figure of the old man shone in the dark ... Hope to adopt! I'm looking for a problem. I've seen this before

After playing with the snow all day, I was tired of lying on the sofa, fiddling with the remote control board in every way, but there was not even a wonderful program. At this time, my mother came home from work and saw me yawning and watching TV. She excitedly said to me, "Come and sweep the snow with me."

",my eyes suddenly lit up, anyway, have nothing to do, it's good to do something good.

My mother and I went downstairs refreshed, but I didn't know. I was shocked at first sight, and there was thick snow everywhere. It's nothing, but what really puzzles us is that snow has turned into hard ice. What should I do? At this time, I saw a bamboo stick not far away and thought of a way.

I knocked on the hard ice and snow with a bamboo stick. Soon, I broke the ice and snow. My mother seems to understand something. She came and touched my head to sweep the snow. Because the snow and ice are scattered, it is not difficult to sweep. My mother swept the snow to both sides of the road. Soon, she swept a long road.

* * * It's no use sitting. I had a brainwave and thought of another way.

I missed a small snowball first, and then rolled it on the ground for a while. The snowballs are getting bigger and bigger, and there is less and less snow on the ground. Soon, I rolled four or five big snowballs and pushed them together. After beautification, several snowmen are smiling and waving to passers-by.

Finally, through the efforts of my mother and I, the snow near the corridor has been swept almost by us, leaving only a little beaten army. After my repeated requests, my mother had to give me the broom and let me solve the remaining snow.

I took a broom and shouted, "kill it!" " He rushed into the snowdrift and did his stunt: Gan Kun moved greatly.

"Brush brush" three times, in an instant, snowflakes splash and a "snow fog" floats down. Who knows, just when I was so proud, I was so sad that I accidentally fell heavily. In order not to let passers-by laugh, I endured the pain and quickly got up from the ground and limped home.

Speaking of my mother, I can tell you proudly. Hard-working, beautiful, kind, intelligent, standard wife and mother.

At dawn, my mother got up quietly and prepared a delicious breakfast for my father and me: when the moon climbed the treetops, my mother was still washing clothes and watering flowers.

She is the "Almighty King" of the family. She can process vegetables I don't like into delicious food, make the floor shiny and clean, and make the house always so orderly and clean every day.

Mother is not only hardworking, but also considerate.

I remember last Spring Festival, a heavy snow blocked people's way home. The snowstorm caused high-speed blockade, water and electricity cuts and traffic jams. My mother went out early in the morning and knocked on the trees in the community with a bamboo pole. Because my mother knocked on the snow with her head up, the snow fell on my mother's neck and got wet all over the floor, but she completely ignored it, holding a shovel and working with her colleagues to open a path to the outside for the residents of the community.

I asked my mother, "Are you tired?" "Tired, but can't, stop now, tomorrow a frozen, more and more difficult to sweep.

"Snowflakes fall on my mother's face and body, behind which are a series of channels that bring convenience to residents' travel. Mom in the snowflake is really beautiful, mom, I'm proud of you.

Restrain first and then promote writing composition 2. Father's love for father is like a cup of coffee. The first sip is bitter, but the more you drink it, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.

My father is strict, but he loves me deeply.

I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and the other foot stepped heavily on the ground, but I couldn't stand steadily. The less I skate, the more anxious I am. I don't want to learn, so I said to my parents, "Let's go home.

"Dad said loudly," no, I haven't learned. How can you go home? Never do anything by halves.

"I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? When I was about to carry out the plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster." If you rely too much, you can't learn well. "

How's this? Let's race to see who learns first, shall we? "I dare to speak angrily and say unhappily," All right, let's have a comparison.

"I thought," don't believe it, you can learn. You are much older.

Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. This is ridiculous. 1 of "dong" looks bad. Dad fell down. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and watching skateboarding, as if thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one paw, swinging from side to side, and sliding hard with the other foot.

"I'll slip, you see.

"Dad shouted happily.

I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.

Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father was so distressed to see me limping that he helped me sit down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?"

"After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine cabinet, helped me to rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth, and said," Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, and it won't hurt when the blood slowly dissipates.

"under my father's' treatment', I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt ... ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you too.

About the composition of rain and snow, Bai wrote a little more about rain: when I was a child, I lived under a tile house, and whenever it rained, I could hear intermittent and piercing rain.

When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, and I can't hear the sound of rain. It seems that life lacks a lot of aura, something that can make people feel soft and weak, and my heart is slowly desertification.

So I miss the rain in the tile house.

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings.

And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound.

People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain.

When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops.

As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret.

The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."

Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain.

It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain.

In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time.

It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.

There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.

Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before.

I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint."

In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "

Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain.

However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years.

In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again.

It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.

The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... I don't know when the snowflakes are swirling down from the charming sky.

Magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt.

Looking around, the whole world is as white as a fairy-tale snow kingdom.

The branches that have lost all their leaves are covered with glittering silver bars, and crystal-clear small ice bamboo shoots are hung on the eaves, inlaid with a delicate lace.

The boundary between heaven and earth is not so clear, it is all white.

The whole world is spotless and crystal clear as jade.

One charming little snowflake after another, as pure and lovely as a white angel, comes from the charming and magical sky, with different shapes and beautiful scenery ... The farmer's uncle said: wheat covers three layers in winter and sleeps with steamed bread the next year.

It snowed so timely that they froze all the wintering pests in the soil. Snow water seeps into the depth of the soil layer and can also provide crops with growth needs.

We will have a bumper harvest next year! Children get up early, chase and play in the snow, some make snowmen, some have snowball fights ... Their laughter comes from time to time, and their voices echo in the sky for a long time.

No matter how crazy the wind is, no matter how big the snow is, they are not afraid. They are playing and making noise.

Snow White, you bring joy and hope to people.

Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity.

The farmer's uncle praised you for bringing them a bumper harvest.

The children praised you for creating a vast entertainment world for them.

Snowflakes are like jade flakes, plum blossoms, feathers and catkins ... every snowflake is so pure and light.

Oh, Xue, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty. I like you! I don't know when the snow surged down from the charming sky.

Magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt.

Looking around, the whole world is as white as a fairy-tale snow kingdom.

The branches that have lost all their leaves are covered with glittering silver bars, and crystal-clear small ice bamboo shoots are hung on the eaves, inlaid with a delicate lace.

The boundary between heaven and earth is not so clear, it is all white.

The whole world is spotless and crystal clear as jade.

One charming little snowflake after another, as pure and lovely as a white angel, comes from the charming and magical sky, with different shapes and beautiful scenery ... The farmer's uncle said: wheat covers three layers in winter and sleeps with steamed bread the next year.

It snowed so timely that they froze all the wintering pests in the soil. Snow water seeps into the depth of the soil layer and can also provide crops with growth needs.

We will have a bumper harvest next year! Children get up early, chase and play in the snow, some make snowmen, some have snowball fights ... Their laughter comes from time to time, and their voices echo in the sky for a long time.

No matter how crazy the wind is, no matter how big the snow is, they are not afraid. They are playing and making noise.

Snow White, you bring joy and hope to people.

Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity.

The farmer's uncle praised you for bringing them a bumper harvest.

The children praised you for creating a vast entertainment world for them.

Snowflakes are like jade flakes, plum blossoms, feathers and catkins ... every snowflake is so pure and light.

Oh, Xue, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty. I like you! Snow:

Chinese composition "Warmth of Winter" Warmth of Winter In these fourteen spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have experienced countless moments.

I have forgotten a lot, but it still moistens my heart every winter.

This is the coldest day of the year, and it gets dark earlier than usual. Snowflakes fall from the sky, and walking in the street makes people tremble.

I ran out of the classroom and got into the car.

We drove to grandparents' house.

Suddenly, the car stopped.

No matter how hard dad tried to start it, it couldn't catch fire.

It's rush hour at this time, and the streets are crowded with people.

The car stopped on the road like a stone, and the driver behind it honked his horn impatiently.

In desperation, my father had to let my mother and I get off to help push, but the car seemed to be attracted to the ground by a powerful magnet. No matter how hard my mother and I try, the car just won't move.

Just when we were at our wits' end, there was a sharp brake sound next to "Wow-".

A car stopped next to us.

Teng's car door opened and an uncle came out from the passenger seat of the car.

He is about forty years old, tall and big with dark skin.

He didn't say a word, just silently walked to the back of the car.

He smiled back at me, pointed to the side of the road and motioned for me to go over.

He leaned against the car and pushed it to the side of the road with all his strength.

The car is like an old and frail snail, moving its heavy body slowly.

He stopped from time to time to rub his hands red with cold, and then tried to push the car to the side of the road.

Suddenly, a drop of glittering and translucent sweat slipped down my cheek and fell to the ground silently.

One drop, two drops ... He is sweating more and more.

The car was finally pushed to the side of the road.

He put down his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He smiled at me.

Before we could say thank you to him, he got in the car and drove away.

Looking at the shrinking car slowly leaving my sight, my heart is warm.

In the long river of time, many people and things passed us by, leaving some or nothing behind.

However, some things will still stand in place and wait, so that I can feel warm in the cold winter.

Today, my grandfather, grandmother, mother and sister went to my relatives' house in Tiaoma Township for my birthday and wrote a composition about freezing. Is there any melting snow in the field? There is a thin layer of ice in the small pond. My sister, sister and mother Wang and I found a bamboo pole by the small pond and knocked on the ice to play. I have never seen it freeze on the pond. It turns out that the ice on the pond is transparent and white, like glass. I understand that when the temperature drops, the pond will freeze.

Please indicate the source? Thoughts on knocking on snow.