Sichuan dialect version of Yaoba’s composition

1. I want to write a letter to my dad but I don’t know how to write it

Actually this is very simple, - family love is something that will still exist no matter what ~ you You should write a letter to both of them separately, and write down your thoughts that you want them to reconcile. The letter must be written very sincerely, so that they can feel that you are worried about their current situation

However, the letter cannot be written too directly, and you cannot criticize them too directly, otherwise they will be embarrassed or angry

In short, the most important point is to tell them what you think. The two of them wrote in the letter. My sister and I also had conflicts, and I used to resolve them by writing letters. Hehe~ When you write them a letter, it is best to give it according to the occasion, and then let them do it themselves. Watch it alone, this will give people a kind of psychological curiosity. When they see your words from the heart, they will reflect, be moved and so on - - Listen to me, that’s right~

The people you are talking about must be adults. Even so, they still have a childish heart. Many people are very fond of this! ~Attention, be sincere and don’t tell me that you don’t even know how to be sincere. Sincerity is what comes from the heart 2. A student from Tongjiang Primary School wrote an essay in Sichuan dialect

Sichuan Tongjiang Dialect

I have nothing to do, because I once read a funny article about Sichuan dialect, and on a whim, I decided to try my best and compile an article about my hometown (Tongjiang, Sichuan) Some of the dialects, I hope you will support them, and you are welcome to reprint them!

(This article needs to be read in Sichuan dialect, the heavier the better!)

Pain (green pain)

Suffering (angku)

Tight (Bang tight)

Sweet (Mintian)

Stinky (Pang smelly)

Cry (kicking)

Laugh (Xie Qi)

Smile from ear to ear (Xie Qi (Xie Qi))

Proud (Yao Huo)

Vanity (Dear) Giving)

Deserve it (when it’s time to carry it)

Tree roots (every pocket)

Room for warming up by the fire in winter (fire house)

Pebbles (Guangdou Stone)

Ax (Kaishanzi)

Eat (expand rice)

Fist (Tuo Laoer)

Force (tinker)

Stubborn child (Guluzi)

Nose (turbinate)

Nose (green nose)

Hair (Kufaizi)

Knees (Xiboluoer)

Elbows (Daoguaizi)

Arms (hands dare)

Eyes (eyeballs)

Head (old shell)

Son: mother and son, old man Ernan?

Mother: It’s a long way up the mountain. There is a mountain in front of the stove. Why don’t you go up the hill and help you old man!

Son: I crawled to the hospital on behalf of the hospital. I coughed up fine parsley and had a lot of pain in my legs. You couldn’t have persuaded me to go there?

Mother: Miscellaneous?

Son: In the middle of last night, there was not even a single star. The sky was so black that I couldn’t see it. A wide stone kept me company. The skin of the kid was rubbed off, and the old shell was gone. Blue pain!

Mother: When it’s time to carry it, why don’t you do it every day!

Son: Sister Nan?

Mother: I kept the fire in my grandma’s house on behalf of the fire. I gave her a lot of gifts all day long. Isn’t it like a woman expressing her apology? She packed up her bed in the middle of the night, had a cold, and her nose was blue and swollen!

Son: Didn’t the whole medicine replace it?

Mother: Give me a breather, she said the medicine is bitter and I don’t want to drink it!

Son: Hey hey...

Mother: Why don’t you give your mother a kick and call you old man to come back for more food! 3. Write a short essay of 200 words in Sichuan dialect

Sometimes the singing is moving, like gurgling water, with a unique charm; sometimes it is poignant, like the sound of dewdrops on bamboo leaves, which is thought-provoking.

Sometimes it is as deep and profound as the long cry of an eagle when it spreads its wings, which is deafening; sometimes it is as gentle as a line of tears when deep feelings are blended, which touches the heart. I sleep with it on my pillow every day, but I usually ignore its beauty.

Grandma is an old man in her sixties, and even looks older; but for this, I smile calmly, she was once young. She has lived in Changzhou for a long time.

So where she is now, I can't even summarize it. However, I clearly remember her moving "Jasmine" - that sad but yet sad "little poem" that composed the blossoming and falling of flowers in life.

When I was very young, my mother sent her to my grandma’s house like a parcel. At that time, I was extremely dependent on my mother, so I was sent to my grandma’s house. , naturally he was naughty and disobedient and cried. At this time, grandma would use her rough, big hands to gently wipe away my nose and tears, and bury my head deeply in her arms. She would hum softly: "What a flower." Beautiful jasmine, such a beautiful jasmine..." The corners of the mouth turned up, the lips moved, and a moving song took root in my heart.

I just lay quietly in her arms, with this song gently echoing in my ears, drifting sweetly into sleep... That was my first feeling about it, it was just like me The same pillow! I still remember one time, my grandma and I were picking vegetables in our small yard. Grandma grew the green vegetables and green onions herself.

I followed my grandmother, imitating her, picking here and there. Grandpa appeared behind us at some unknown time. He mysteriously took out a beautiful, translucent jasmine flower, and then inserted it very carefully into the bun that grandma had combed.

Grandma was startled at first, and then gently fiddled with the jasmine flowers with her right hand that was not holding anything - the jasmine flowers that sparkled in the sun. Grandma smiled, so peacefully and contentedly that Grandpa also responded. With a smile, just a shallow mutual smile, the beauty and maturity of human nature are fixed in the smile. Later, grandma seemed to be singing softly while picking vegetables. Her rosy cheeks were filled with happiness, and she was as beautiful as a scenery that could not be ignored.

In a blink of an eye, two or three years have passed. When did the return date come so soon? My mother finally took me back from my grandma. She said, go back. There are a lot of delicious and fun things in the city, such as chocolate candies and toy models... I finally couldn't resist the temptation and returned there. It was a strange place but should be familiar. Before I left, I saw my grandma seeing me off with a smile. She said that she could finally feel relieved. But why is this smile so poignant? Her singing voice - I don't seem to have brought it back either.

Later, as I grew older, I don’t know when, I became very fond of pop songs. I liked songs that were dynamic, sweet, or lyrical. I had long forgotten what I had loved before. . Grandma came to visit a few times, and I didn’t have much contact with her. I only knew that she would sometimes quarrel with her aunt, or even get worse. Although grandma was very kind to them, very considerate, and caring, but "home" "There are scriptures that are difficult to recite at home." After all, my grandmother was exhausted and moved to Changzhou with my grandfather.

But I was numb to those pop music without feeling anything. "What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower, the branches are full of fragrance and beauty..." I sat in front of the computer desk, and the music automatically jumped to that song intentionally or unintentionally.

Oh, the singing is so sweet, but not as sweet as her; the memories are so beautiful, but her back is missing. I remember someone once said, "As long as you are living, you will be stained with dust." Even if the hustle and bustle obscures my sight, this song will always be a haven for me to take a rest. It is the sustenance of my love for my grandma and my grandma's love for me. The bondage! Looking out the window, the smiling autumn wind blows the petals and sends them to an unknown country.

The song ends.