An 800-word composition: thoughts on reading flowers in the morning and picking them up in the evening

[After reading 800-word composition in the morning and evening] The first time I came into contact with Mr. Lu Xun's works was in the primary school Chinese textbook, but what impressed me was "From Baicaoyuan to Santan Printing the Moon" in the junior high school textbook, which was rich in content, vivid and interesting. After reading "Morning Flowers Pick Up in the Evening", I feel 800 words of composition. From a collection of reminiscence essays, Flowers at Morning and Evening Picking Up.

Lu Xun is a famous writer in the world literary world. I was always worried that I couldn't understand his book, but I couldn't wait to open it.

The children of ordinary people in Lu Xun's era suffered from childhood. By contrast, we are simply spoiled children! Living conditions are good now. We live in a tall building, wear comfortable cotton-padded clothes, and all kinds of household appliances make us feel neither cold in winter nor hot in summer. We usually surf the internet and play video games ... but when we think of vanilla garden, our life is really boring! I've never heard of Tian Zi and Zhang Feiniao, and I know nothing about oil flies and Mylabris ... let alone making a snowman. After reading it, I feel that I have an 800-word composition after reading Morning Flowers and Evening Picks.

When I was a child, I had many close friends who got together almost every day, telling jokes and ghost stories. Later, we all went to middle school and only met once in a while when we were at school in the morning. The best thing is to say hello, but most of them ignore it. Thought of here, who will not heartache?

Mr. Lu Xun loves nature very much. Although there is only a small leisure garden in the serious and sultry environment of the bookstore, it is not as good as the Herb Garden, but it also gives Mr. Lu Xun a rare happiness.

I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside before, and I didn't like the rural environment. There are large fields on the uphill, planted with corn, soybeans, peanuts, potatoes and sweet potatoes. The farmer and his wife are working hard in the field. Grandma always takes me to play in the fields. Step by step, I put my arm on the curb between the gravel road and the land and hobbled behind my grandmother. Grandma often catches cicadas, locusts or grasshoppers and keeps them in jars, which is very interesting. Of course, the level of science and technology is not as good as the playground, but it is also a good memory of my childhood. Now that my life is busy, I have stepped up my study. The endless make-up lessons during the holiday made my chances of receiving a phone call from my grandmother many times higher. Listening to grandma's vicissitudes, sometimes I hear grandpa's weak cough, and I often burst into tears.

Now I often look at the sky, listen to the sound of the little playmates upstairs, feel the ups and downs of the black and white keys, close the book and eyes, see the kind face of Grandpa Lu Xun, and dream that I am still a child, a child. ...