Writer's 800-word classical Chinese composition

1. Write an 800-word character composition in classical Chinese, cousin.

I have a naive, lovely, intelligent and lively cousin. He has a pair of big watery eyes, and when he thinks, his black eyes turn straight in his eyes. Cousin can show a pair of small white teeth when she smiles, which is very interesting. I like him very much.

My cousin lives in grandma's house. Once, he told his grandmother that he liked Xiaohua Mall. Grandma loves her cousin and listens to him. He asked me to watch my cousin and buy Xiaohua Mall on the street. Grandma bought a lively and beautiful Xiaohua Mall. My cousin jumped for joy when he saw the lively and lovely Xiaohua Mall, so he ran to grandma's side, played with the lovely Xiaohua Mall, stroked it gently, and hummed beautiful Xiaohua Mall songs in his mouth. Then Xiaohua Mall pawed at his cousin's pants. Grandpa saw it, picked up Xiaohua Mall and threw it away. My cousin burst into tears when he saw it. He said, "Grandpa is bad, but Xiaohua Mall is not sensible. If you want to educate him, how can you throw him away If I am not sensible, will you abandon me? You see how pathetic! " Everyone burst out laughing. Grandpa quickly picked up Xiaohua Mall and said to his cousin, "Yes, the kitten is not sensible. My brother will educate it!"

Another time, my cousin was playing in the house. He didn't listen to his grandmother and insisted on playing with his bike. As a result, he accidentally overturned his bike and pinned his finger. He quickly broke his finger and burst into tears. At this moment, grandma heard crying and ran out of the room. Seeing this, she was angry and funny, so she didn't go to physics and chemistry. He stopped crying for a while and peeked through his fingers to see if grandma paid attention to him. He found that grandma ignored him and went to her to laugh.

How interesting and lovely my cousin is! I like him very much.

2. Write an 800-word semi-classic composition "Unforgettable First Time"

In life, there are many firsts, sometimes novelty, sometimes breakthrough, sometimes interest, sometimes ... everyone's first time is full of different hardships and efforts. In my impression, the most unforgettable first time was when I learned to ride a bike.

In a cold winter, I stood on the road, waiting for my father to take me home. I'm thinking about my heart. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and I shivered, complaining that my father was not punctual and left me frozen in the wind. At this moment, I saw my friend riding in the wind. She was so cool, her slim body swayed in the wind ... I was fascinated, but just when I didn't want to leave, my father arrived and I had to go back reluctantly.

When I came back, I pestered my father to buy a bike. Grandma doesn't agree. She said, "What's the use of buying it? You can't ride it. Besides, it is not convenient for your father to pick you up every day. We are worried that you will ride a bike. There are so many cars now, do you dare to ride them? It is a waste of money to buy it. It is better not to buy! " I don't listen to grandma's long-winded "preaching" and continue to play the coquetry with mom and dad. Finally, many good things happen. Dad finally bought me a bike and got it. It's time to practice my skills!

In the afternoon, I forgot the biting cold wind and practiced in an alley near my home. I'll practice getting on the bus first, and learn from others that one foot is on the pedal and the other foot is on the ground, which is convenient for sliding. I hold the faucet with both hands to prevent the car from falling off. At first, I was a little timid, afraid of wrestling, and I dared not skate far every time. I have to support the ground with my feet occasionally. Later, I gradually became bold and got on and off freely, but I couldn't ride a bike and couldn't control my direction, so the traffic was staggered, which scared people at first sight.

I took off my winter coat for fear that I would be too bloated to ride a bike. Although the wind is cold, I am sweating. I got up the courage to get on the bus again and walked about 5 meters. Oh, no, I lost my direction and fell off the car. My leg was skinned, my hand was bleeding, and my waist was hurt by a stone. I didn't say "pain", but got up hard, helped the car and continued to practice. In the afternoon, I don't know how many times I fell and got up. Finally, I succeeded!

My family didn't believe me when I told it. When I proved it to them, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. Like chocolate, sweet and bitter, accompanied me all my life. ...

First time, unforgettable first time, hard first time, bitter first time, sweet first time! For the first time, grow up with us ...

Write 800 words at the same table in classical Chinese, what an attractive word. I can't help laughing at the thought of him, my deskmate.

It was noon at that time, and I was holding my beloved Romance of the Three Kingdoms and watching it with relish. "Stand up!" I only heard a loud cry and didn't understand. Out of the power of habit, I suddenly stood up. But when I stood up blankly, my deskmate was laughing, and suddenly, a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom. I know I've been teased, but I just feel hot on my face. I gave him a white look and sat down quickly. As soon as he saw it, he immediately ran over and said to me with a playful smile, "monitor, good monitor, I'm just practicing high notes." You know, my music performance is very poor! " Unexpectedly, I scared you' old'. Oh, I'm really sorry! "I sat in situ reading, ignored it. His eyes a turn, "well, look at the romance of the Three Kingdoms! I've seen it. Are people in the country of chickens, ducks and geese quarreling? Really a pediatrician for kindergarten children, go! " On hearing this, I burst out laughing. Students, you say, can I not laugh?

Although he is naughty after class, he is the king of composition in our class!

In the composition class, as soon as he got the composition topic, he thought about it and began to write. At this time, look at other students, still thinking hard about the topic, at a loss! I saw that his pen tip, with the help of God, beautiful words and laughter fragments all flowed onto the paper, which really made people sit up and take notice!

In addition to studying well, his sports performance is also the "best" in the class.

First of all, I want to talk about his excellent performance in basketball. He is the absolute main force of the school basketball team. "come on Come on! " Once again, the town-level basketball game began.

At first, Lan of our town controlled the ball, and a male classmate of the other side pounced on Xiang Bin. Ian Fang Bin waved the ball and he got it. He calmly carried the ball and came alone. He moved to the left, and so did the man. He took this opportunity to run to the right and break through easily. Outside the three-point line, two players from the other side blocked him and he jumped up and shot. However, unexpectedly, he didn't want to shoot, but passed the ball to our players. He quickly ran to the basket. When he stood in his position, our ball control player passed the ball to him again. As soon as he got the ball, he jumped up with it in his right hand. At this time, he fell to the ground, his hair fluttered in the wind and his face was filled with a smile. The moment the score landed was condensed into one word: "Cool!"

He plays basketball well, on the one hand because he runs fast.

Once in physical education class, the teacher asked us to run 1000 meters. He has run a lap, but some students have only run half a lap. After running, Yang Yang lay panting on the ground and didn't want to run any more. The teacher shouted anxiously, "Yang Yang, get up quickly!" "When he saw this, he ran to pull up Yang Yang and ran. Yang Yang couldn't shake off his hand, so he had to run after him desperately. My deskmate actually dragged him to finish the race. The students were all surprised.

This is him, a naughty, clever, first-class and warm-hearted person. He is my deskmate-Kuang Jiajun. Do you want to be good friends with him?

There are two ancient jokes about classical Chinese and my 800-word composition:

In Zhao Nanxing's Laughing Praise in the Ming Dynasty, he said, "A scholar bought firewood and said,' Come here with a salary.' The firewood seller understood the word' come here' and took it to the front. Q:' What's its price?' Because the word' price' is very clear, I said the price. The scholar said,' solid outside and weak inside. More smoke and less fire, please damage it. The firewood seller didn't know what to say, and the lotus went. "

There is also an old joke that a scholar was stung by a scorpion when he was sleeping at night, and he called to his wife and said, "Dear wife, burn a silver lamp quickly, your husband was attacked by a poisonous insect!" " "Said several times, my wife all don't know what that means. The scholar couldn't help it, and shouted, "Old woman, turn on the light quickly, the scorpion stung me!" " "The wife understood the meaning of her husband. ...

These two jokes can prove that classical Chinese is seriously out of touch with the daily life of ancient people. The ancient people probably spoke just like the TV series Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and most people could understand it. The teacher gives lectures to students, probably in vernacular, just like we are explaining classical Chinese today. Confucius' The Analects of Confucius kept some oral things.

Since some people also spoke vernacular Chinese in ancient times, why didn't literati write in vernacular Chinese? I think, firstly, they are afraid of wasting paper. In the early days, there was no paper, and the words were engraved on Oracle Bone Inscriptions and bamboo slips and written on cloth and silk, which was very expensive. Of course, the article should be concise. Second, if you don't write classical Chinese, there will be no culture, and the literati will feel ashamed, so there will be no need for vernacular Chinese. For example, Zhang Dayou of the Tang Dynasty wrote a poem in vernacular, which was later ridiculed.

China's Cultural Revolution began with language. The New Culture Movement and the Language Revolution during the May 4th Movement played an unparalleled role in promoting the ideological modernization of China people. Hu Shi and others think that "the words in classical Chinese are readable but incomprehensible" and "half-dead words", so there must be living tools to replace the dead or dying tools. Driven by Hu Shi and others, the popularity of vernacular Chinese is vigorous and surprisingly smooth. China quickly popularized the vernacular, and introduced a large number of western grammatical structures, pinyin letters, Arabic numerals, punctuation marks, mathematical and physical formulas, etc. Finally, China will be in line with the modern society. Without the reform of language and writing, and without introducing new things from the West, how can the classical Chinese in China carry an overwhelming amount of modern information? How can China integrate into the vast torrent of this world?

It is certainly a good thing that classical Chinese has been transformed into vernacular Chinese, but after the reform, new problems have emerged: today, each of us should not only spend a lot of energy to learn modern Chinese, but also learn classical Chinese, which is called the essence of China culture and has little practical value. Chinese is the main course for students. A person has been studying from primary school to university for half his life, but many people still have incomplete knowledge of words, can't translate sentences, can't write well, and can't finish learning. ...

Alas, this annoying classical Chinese ... PS: If you agree, please give me +2. If you disagree, please talk about your own ideas. Thank you!

5. About the composition of the screenwriter, about 800 words, the old man selling hemp balls.

Selling hemp balls, selling hemp balls ... "This damn peddling woke me up from my dream again. Needless to say, it's half past five, and it's still half an hour before I should get up.

Somehow, just recently, there was an old man selling hemp balls in our family. He starts selling at 5: 30 every day, whether on weekdays or weekends. Whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, it will not give in. Every day, he disturbs my good dreams. I should get up at six o'clock. At this time, he woke me up and made me afraid to sleep. When I got up, I didn't think of it. I had to toss and turn in bed and wasted half an hour, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. For this reason, I hate this hemp ball very much, and I get a headache and upset when I hear this peddling. I don't know how many times I scolded him in my heart.

However, until one day, my opinion of this old man selling hemp balls suddenly changed.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was woken up by the hateful peddling as usual. I covered my head tightly with a quilt and didn't want to mention how cruel I was to the old man. It's hateful to have such a rest day and not let people sleep late. Suddenly, amid the harsh hawking, there came the crowing of larks, which was crisp and sweet, and my heart could not help moving. I can't sleep anyway. I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, see what kind of old man this is and what kind of craftsmanship he has, just lift the quilt and put it on quickly.

I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it's a nice day today. The sky is blue and the sun is shining, and my heart suddenly opens up. I followed the hawking to find the old man selling hemp balls, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. I thought, no wonder peddling comes every day, business is good. I quickly took a few steps and took a closer look, which surprised me. In my heart, the person who sells hemp balls is a dirty person covered in oil. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white, but he was clean and neat, up and down, and he looked capable. I secretly liked it, handed the change to my hand and said, "Give me two." With money in one hand, the old man picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other, took out two hemp balls and put them in the bag. He said gently, "Be careful, take them." I took it, took out one and took a bite. It's really fragrant and crisp. It's delicious, very delicious. I can't help liking him. I looked at him carefully: my weather-beaten face left wrinkles carved by years, my body was strong, and my face was always filled with a kind smile to children. No wonder the children were surrounded in a big circle. No wonder the child wants to eat so much. No wonder I eat hemp balls contentedly when I come back every day.

Who knows that I was stopped by the old man just a few steps ago, and I couldn't help but "plop" in my heart, thinking that I had just paid the money. Why, should I be corrected? My newfound affection for him suddenly disappeared. I turned around angrily and just wanted to attack. Unexpectedly, the old man took out four and a half pieces from his pocket and handed them to me. He said apologetically, "little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to give you change." I am really sorry. " I was puzzled. He quickly said, "You gave me five dollars." I suddenly understood that because I was in a hurry, I didn't care to mistake five dollars for fifty cents. Looking at the money handed by the old man and remembering the thoughts in my head, my face turned white for a moment. I don't know what to do. Seeing me like this, the old man asked with concern, "What's the matter, little classmate?" What's the matter? "I was speechless. I really hate myself. How can I look at such an old man who works hard to support himself? I quickly reached for the money handed over by the old man and said, "Nothing, I bought it all." The old man gave me all the remaining hemp balls and said, "Two more are free. "I refused to accept anything, but the old man smiled and said," This is a big business at a loss. Buy five and get one free. " Say that finish, also don't look back. ...

Looking at the old man's farther and farther back, I have great respect for him, and I can't help feeling in my heart: all the small vendors I usually contact are shoddy, with less to fill more, deceiving customers. How can there be honesty between people? Today, the old man gave me a vivid lesson. The world needs honesty, but we should cherish it even more!

6. Write an 800-word autobiography of a girl in classical Chinese. I don't know who she is or what her last name is. Because I read Chen Ziang's sentence, "I miss heaven and earth, and my face is full of tears", I felt very good at that time, because I took "you" as my name!

I was born five years ago, and I was playing in the village. Suddenly, a person came and said that her father said: This woman is smart. If I haven't read poems and books, I'm sorry ... I can't see her begging. His father was frightened, so he sent him to a private school to learn poetry. ...

After my youth, I entered middle school, and all the teachers liked it. However, one day, I was sleeping soundly in class, and the teacher said, Why am I sleeping soundly in class? You Cong told him that I am familiar with the teacher's business. After listening to it, it is also a cliche ... The teacher shook his head and left with a wry smile. ...

Sometimes a nosy person hears about it and asks the teacher, "Why did you shake your head when you heard what he said?" ?

Mr. Wang said to him, "you are not smart, but you learn by rote." I am deeply impressed. " . However, I am sensitive, I have learned little, and my heart is not specialized, so I shook my head! How about learning from time to time without asking questions? The former, as I heard leisurely, will be forgotten after sleeping for many days, so I left with a wry smile. ...

Youyou listened to his words and knew nothing about his bosom friends, so he studied hard. Three years later, I entered a key middle school. ...

Introduction:

Autobiography is a kind of biography. Biography mainly tells the life stories and experiences of the characters, while autobiography mainly tells their own life stories. Autobiographical writing is a brief form of biography-a kind of biography.

Autobiographies also clearly convey their own physical characteristics to others, leaving an impression after reading them, and even recognizing you according to the description in the autobiography as soon as you see yourself. This also needs to use the skills of appearance description to write yourself well and live.

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7. Ask for a Chinese composition of about 800 words, one level higher. If it is good, add 100. Chinese teacher, I want to tell you that my life has changed a lot since I entered this school. I have to do everything by myself.

Once upon a time, when I came home, I always quarreled endlessly, but now I'm silent ... From the moment I stepped into the school gate, I knew I couldn't rely on my parents for everything as before. I was a real junior one student. Every day before dawn, you must get out of the warm bed, and the life of the day begins again.

When I came to the classroom, faced with strange faces, I felt unprecedented fear. The bell rang and the teacher came into the classroom slowly, which brought great changes to my mind. It turns out that the teachers in Shashi Middle School are not as serious as I expected, especially Mr. Wang left a deep impression on me: chubby body, short figure, smiling face, soft tone, humorous words ... I never thought that the in-depth study would have such a great impact on me. I am a very proud person, if I were here.

What bothers me most is that teachers often rob other "minor courses" for their so-called "main courses", which makes me wonder. Is it only "Chinese, Mathematics and Foreign Languages" that is the most important course for a student? Don't biology, art and politics count as homework? Why do teachers only care about their own selfish desires and deprive students of their freedom? I haven't found the answers to these questions yet. Especially these two days, I have been tutoring Chinese or English, English or math all day.

Teacher, why can't you make our life easier and always push us into a corner before giving up? I hope you can make us happy under your "Wuzhishan" and smile more. The boss's long face will only make us feel the majesty of the teacher and narrow the distance between teachers and students. Teacher, can you hear my heart? Cactus balls This afternoon, Ding Lin gave me a red thing with a thorn in his hand and said, "Look, how cute the BB of these cactus balls are! Oh, so this is my cactus when I was a child.

Take a closer look, hey! Very cute: pale yellow thorns with pink meat, like a newborn hedgehog. I was ecstatic. I looked at this lovely "little hedgehog" and thought, "If it grows up, I will be happy.

Oh! The thorn ball BB is lying in the pencil box, as if sleeping. I was so happy that I couldn't help pointing with my little hand ... it's terrible to rain today! The sky is overcast.

Rain, like a basin of water, rushed to the ground angrily. Dee Ta！ There are many glittering and translucent splashes on the ground.

Dark clouds in the sky, like black cotton, cover the blue sky. The poor window seems to be taking a bath. You see, the back of the window faces the glass like running water, and the glass is washed like transparent crystal. Very good! The window is beautiful, but we are in pain.

Look! Anyone without an umbrella is like a drowning chicken. Although those people with umbrellas keep their heads up, they are not sure whether their shoes are wet ... Heavy rain is like a magician, and the place they pass will be terrible. The mountain passed by it and became lifeless.

But this can't beat our little umbrella. Bang! Imagine, in the dark and foggy sky, beautiful little flowers bloom one after another.

Examination reflection unit 2 Chinese examination paper, no! I got 87 points! I lost one point in calligraphy and eight or nine points in reading, so I failed the exam. The main reason is that I didn't pass the exam, so I need to strengthen reading, but I lost the most points because of carelessness. I will get rid of this old habit in the future! What saddens me most is that I got this difficult problem right! And those trivial questions are all wrong ... this score is not my level, I want to test my grades and test my level! Wait for my good news next time! The pink snowflake in watermelon last night was my most surprising night ever: I actually found a pattern of pink snowflake in watermelon! That pink snowflake is beautifully made, like a red carpet. Occasionally, inadvertently, I cut it in the middle and actually cut out a work of art.

It seems that there is also creation unintentionally! My "fairy" deskmate I heard a story about a slim fairy who once accidentally flew down and fell into the world. Perhaps because of the impact, the slim fairy fell to the ground, her face and body bulging. She is Miss Liu Yuhui.

She is in Class 404! Although Liu Yuhui has gained weight and lost half her hair, she never hides her lovely image: small eyes and rabbit teeth, plus her "fat" figure ... not bad! Liu Yuhui doesn't study well, but she has a kind heart. Cute little silkworm (1) On Monday, I accidentally adopted two silkworms.

I ran home in surprise and showed my mother two silkworms. My mother was very surprised. She quickly made a small box and put them in it. This is the home of silkworms. Silkworms love mulberry leaves, so I often choose the most tender and delicious ones for silkworms.

Silkworms eat quite politely. They eat together in a circular arc. Cute! Cute little silkworm (2) Ouch! I've just said so much, but I haven't introduced what it looks like! It looks like fun! Small head, thick neck, slender body, dotted with a few spots in the middle.

However, an unexpected thing happened to me: two silkworms didn't eat these days, which really worried me! But ... will they peel? Because peeled silkworms don't eat! But this statement cannot be confirmed. Alas! Teacher Weng, do you want to know what silkworms look like in the end? Please watch the next episode! Cute little silkworm (3) One day, two days, three days, the little silkworm is not moved by loyalty.

Me, hurry up! Suddenly, I glanced at the mulberry leaves, and the question came! Mulberry leaves are dry and ugly, no wonder silkworms don't eat them! However, picking mulberry leaves is a long way … I won't do it! Don't do this! After a day. My mother-in-law woke me up very early in the morning: "sissy!" I found mulberry leaves! Just at home! " "What?" I jumped up and said, "Great! I wouldn't have to run so far to pick leaves! " Today, I am very angry.

Angry at who? It's Liao Today, I took a math exam. I accidentally glanced at Liao's residence and found that she was calculating with a calculator.

8. Write a composition in classical Chinese, 400 words. In the past, whenever I saw a roadside scavenger, I always held my nose and bypassed him. But through that incident, I was deeply impressed by him.

It was a dark summer, and in an instant, bean rain fell from the sky like a broken pearl. I had to run home because I didn't bring my rain gear.

On the road, I saw a grandfather who lived for more than 70 years to sweep the road. His bronzed face never smiles.

Maybe it is responsible for the work! Without rain gear, he braved the rain to chase the plastic bag that was blown away by the wind. I just stared at him on the side of the road. The wind stopped, and he bent down hard to catch the plastic bag. The wind seems to be teasing him and scraping the bag again. Grandpa knocked on his back again, stood up with difficulty, and grabbed the blown bag again. It is raining harder. I don't know whether I am crying or raining. Grandpa still desperately grabbed the naughty plastic bag. Maybe the wind was moved and it stopped. The bag fell to the ground, and grandpa reached down to grab the plastic bag. He straightened up and didn't know whether it was sweat or rain on his head. However, it is more sweat. He was soaked to the skin and struggled towards the pavilion. He looks older. He almost fell down several times. Tired, he finally fainted to the ground and the plastic bag flew to the sky. I hurried to help grandpa. It's raining harder, and my tears are flowing down again.

Grandpa left on that rainy day. But it was on that rainy day that I understood him. Whenever I walk on that road, I always seem to see my grandfather. Every time, I ran to him with tears in my eyes ...