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In the composition, Meng Cheng shouted 300 words.
We just finished learning lesson 17, Scream.
It's about old China and Beijing. I'm interested in how businessmen shout when doing business.
On the way to school, when passing by the food market, you can hear all kinds of hawking in the food market-that is, the shouts of Wuhan people.
"Selling cucumbers. My cucumber is green and crisp. They can be eaten raw or cold. There are many vitamins. Come and buy. "
"Come and buy food. I have a wide variety of dishes here, so it's not easy to return them at will. There are still some ..." People who buy clothes shouted more skillfully when the season changed. "Come in and have a look at the passing ones. Clothes are on sale, and they are all discounted, which is cheap and good." It came from the loudspeaker again and again.
However, some businessmen are deceptive when selling their own goods. We cannot be deceived.
If, one day in the future, I become a businessman, what I shout should be true, realistic, fair in buying and selling, and pay attention to the artistry of soliciting business.
Ask for an article about shouting. I want an article about shouting.
Shouting can also be included in poetry.
"Jiangnan dream in the sound of selling flowers" is a sentence in the Qing Dynasty's stretching poems.
The sound of selling flowers is like a long dream, and it is hard to find such a heartfelt cry.
Lu You wrote better: "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
"The poetic Hawking who has not yet arrived will also make people worry and stay awake all night.
Selling flowers is an elegant business behavior, just consider it spring.
But my villagers are more sensitive to the cry of being close to life.
When I was very young, there were vendors carrying loads in the countryside.
First, the sound of the rattle, then a long or short cry: "Big needle mahogany comb-"This is aimed at the village women; "Candy beans are stuck in glass eggs-"This is what attracts children.
The hawker's pickpocket is a mobile department store with many interesting things in it. The colorful sugar balls in the glass bottle seem to gather the sweetness of the whole world, but I seldom have the money to buy two.
Because I can't afford it, I always feel very sweet.
But in today's rural areas, the cries of vendors have disappeared.
Also gone are: "cotton oil-"the cry of the oil seller.
"Eight pots and eight pots-"shouted the tinker.
Some shouts are still going on: "Beat cotton-"The shouts that appear again after the land contract show that farmers can have two new quilts on their beds.
"Repair the umbrella-ah!" Repairing umbrellas seems to be just a skill that southerners are familiar with. The stranger's trembling voice in the air was surprising and exciting at first.
Shouting is like a thin thread, wandering in the memory, tick off some people's voices, ordinary and unforgettable old things.
I remember the tinker named Ba Laosan, a bald young man, and the pots and pans with holes and cracks, the creaking sound of steel drills, and the fine powder gushing out of the holes.
"It has been repaired," he said, patting the washbasin.
The washbasin makes a crackling sound, which is a reverberation composed of pottery fragments, rivets and scars, just like the texture of life itself.
I still remember a dog butcher named Chen. His face was shiny and very strong.
If he only brought a stick, he would shout "hit the dog-"; If he comes with a basket, he will shout "dog meat-".
He is a careless illiterate. When someone buys dog meat on credit, they only write down the weight of the credit purchase in the notebook, without writing their names, which is difficult to find when receiving the bill.
He will jump up and scold: "I am a dog if I pay more!" " "But he always seems to forget his oath, the dog keeps beating and the account keeps crediting.
Shouting is pleasant. In the era of underdeveloped business, it brought shallow noise, but it did not contain crazy elements, like iron pop music.
"Green vegetables, green vegetables.
"Shouting in a movie, black-and-white movie, what plot has long been forgotten, but the shouts have always been remembered.
I still remember an apple seller shouting, "Sweet apple-eat a round belly-"with a full and juicy voice.
Another cloth vendor said: "Pull the warp, pull the warp, kick the warp, it's warm in winter and cool in summer, and it doesn't cost money!" Sentences with strong words really fit the characteristics and character of homemade homespun.
Good publicity is an art, pure folk creation, with a simple local flavor.
However, such cries are becoming less and less. Today, when business is developed, the real cry gradually fades out and becomes silent.
Sometimes when I go back to the countryside, it's hard to hear the cries of vendors again.
There are more and more markets and door-to-door hawking is almost extinct.
The market is a place where businessmen gather, but there is no hawking, only bargaining, and people are buzzing.
Go back to your hometown to buy new year's goods in the market during the Spring Festival. I was bargaining with someone when I suddenly heard a loud cry: "Eight pots and eight pots-"Everyone turned their heads. It turned out to be a semi-old man with a shiny face and the veins standing out on his neck.
Someone cheered loudly, but his wife laughed and said he was crazy.
I've known it for a long time. It turned out to be the old blacksmith Ba Laosan, and now he sells pig's head meat.
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Xinjiang shouting composition. 400 words
When you shuttle through the crowded farmer's market, the noisy noise can't cover up the shouts full of "national characteristics", which are always clearly printed in my mind.
Look! An old woman in rags came face to face. She pedaled the tricycle hard, and her face was sweating from time to time.
She shouted, "Pick up garbage, pick up garbage!" Judging from his accent, he seems to be a stranger.
However, this weak voice can make people guess the poor life of the old woman.
Look, the "trumpet" of the roast duck restaurant over there is not to be outdone. With the smell of roast duck, it has already begun to shout! "The roast duck is full of color, flavor and taste ..." This sound makes people salivate, as if it has a magnet-like attraction, attracting the aunts who buy food around to the roast duck restaurant.
Yo, the uncle who sells conch is also more energetic! He gathered all his strength and shouted, "Hypericum-Hypericum-come and buy it!" This voice is powerful, as if singing a "poll folk song." Of course, people who buy it are also lined up. Grandpa is very busy, and the more he shouts, the more energetic he is! Wave after wave of shouts brought us into a "folk custom" picture.
This voice has been in my ear for a long time. ...
There are all kinds of voices in the world, including sweet songs, sharp noises and cheerful laughter ... I like hoarse shouts.
"come on Mending shoes ... ""I'm tired of shouting there early in the morning! " I can't help complaining in bed.
This ugly cry often disturbs my young lady's dream. I have to think of a perfect way to get rid of it. Soon I had a "good idea".
After school, I saw that the old man was still mending his shoes, so I picked up a pair of worn-out shoes from the garbage, then took off my shoes and put them in my schoolbag. I went over and said, "Help me mend these shoes.
"At the same time pretend to be sad expression on her face.
The old man looked up, his face was so pale, the wrinkles on his forehead outlined a striking word "king", and his temples were gray hair.
He smiled and said, "How did you break these shoes?" I had to falter and say, "physical education class just broke down.
""How? Did you fall?
"I don't know what to say at the moment.
He went on to say, "These shoes can't be repaired until tomorrow.
It's getting late, son. You should go home.
Come and get it tomorrow! "Look at his serious appearance, I secretly smiled and walked away.
The next day, in order not to let him see me, I made a detour to school.
After school, I saw that his things were still there, but he was gone.
I didn't get those shoes for several days.
"come on Repair shoes ... "The familiar shouts from one morning soon woke me up, and I soon lost sleep.
I got up and looked out of the window. The old man is still mending his shoes. He looks thinner and paler.
At this time, my eyes were moist. I don't know if it's because of the old man's hard work or because I'm embarrassed to play tricks on him.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I rushed downstairs to get those shoes.
As soon as he saw me, he said, "son, I have repaired your shoes." I haven't seen you pick it up these days. Have you forgotten your money? " Hehe, it doesn't matter. It's free for me to repair your students' shoes. Here, study hard! "After listening to his words, I asked with concern," Grandpa, are you all right? " He laughed.
Then I reluctantly walked away.
The shoes have been mended. Looking at these shoes, I seem to see the old man's efforts day and night.
The composition of writing in 300 words is ups and downs, and the taste of working is so fast! I'm going to work in my aunt's restaurant during the summer vacation, so that I can understand the hardships of adults making money and the cruelty of competition in today's society.
This is not only meaningful, but also can raise some tuition fees for yourself.
Do it! The next day, I got up early to meet my first job.
I rode my bike quickly to my elder sister-in-law's shop.
My elder sister-in-law saw me coming and enthusiastically said to me, "What do you want? Choose for yourself! " I said cheerfully, "Whatever! As long as I can! Sister-in-law smiled and asked me to be a waiter, responsible for serving and recording dishes.
But the guests order quickly, and at the speed of my writing, they can't keep up at all; Besides, serving food, because I am short, I can't reach the middle of the table at all.
In order not to affect the hotel business, my sister asked me to change my job.
I thought about it and decided to go to the kitchen to help the chef.
I was mainly responsible for washing vegetables and choosing vegetables, but I still couldn't keep up with the chef's speed ... In this way, three days passed quickly.
Later, I took the initiative to wash dishes and clean up.
Although the work is dirty and tiring, I will certainly stick to it.
In the big brother and big sister team of the hotel, I am not a standout, but a "standout".
After a day's work, I lay in bed like a pool of mud and fell asleep.
It seems that it is not easy to make money.
This part-time experience made me realize the hardships of my parents making money. Making money is really not that easy.
Why does everyone say happy Spring Festival? Because we are happy in the Spring Festival, we can gather relatives and eat delicious food ... More importantly, everything starts here! The winter vacation has begun, and it's New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye. It's a good day to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.
On this day, there was a lively atmosphere everywhere.
As all my relatives are coming to my house, my parents are very busy early in the morning.
Dad got on his bike and hurried to the supermarket to buy new year's goods.
Considering that a group of children are crazy and noisy together, prepare some snacks and toys that they like to eat and play; I have to think of melon seeds and peanuts that are necessary for adults to talk and laugh.
In this way, when dad comes back, the basket must be full of big bags.
Grandma went to the market to carefully select the dishes that children like to eat and the wine that adults drink until the food basket can't hold.
In an environment where everyone is busy, it's afternoon.
I've been looking forward to knocking since this afternoon.
When relatives come, the first sentence after opening the door must be "Happy New Year and all the best" and so on.
Gradually, all the relatives came. While chatting around the round table, they were busy cooking New Year's Eve dinner for their parents and grandparents.
On normal days, everyone is too busy to contact because of their busy work. Now, they all take this opportunity to speak freely.
Talking about the work situation in the past year, complaining about the difficulties and feelings in life, there is no gap between them, and their hearts are particularly close.
I saw my brothers and sisters again, and now I am like a duck to water.
Adults have their own scope and have no time to care about us, so we just "do whatever we want": hide in a room and squeeze together in a big bed.
Exchange interesting things in school. Every now and then, someone almost falls out of bed.
Brother funny's specialty program is magic, and he gets bursts of applause from time to time.
As night falls, the world is brightly lit.
"It's time for dinner ..." With greetings from my parents and grandparents, my little brother skipped to the table and looked at a table of good food, envious.
At this time, the adults all said, "I almost forgot this important thing."
"We haven't responded to the lucky money yet.
Although we have experienced this tradition for many years, we are still a little embarrassed to accept red envelopes.
A big family eats delicious New Year's Eve dinner around the table and watches the Spring Festival party on TV. What could be happier than this? After eating the last meal in 2004, the last program of this year-setting off fireworks to welcome the arrival of the new year.
When we walked out of the house, the outdoor seemed to be rendered with the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, and it became less cold.
A gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and we lifted our heads and indulged in this beautiful sky.
"5、4、3、2、 1、0! Oh! "As we counted down together, the New Year finally arrived in our cheers.
Joy and joy are beyond words. Everyone smiles at each other. Don't mention how happy I am. I like to celebrate the Spring Festival. On the morning of New Year's Day, every household set off firecrackers in unison, and the sound was deafening, so I got up.
As soon as I went out, I saw every household decorated with lights and colorful decorations.
Some children in the street are setting off firecrackers, others are playing, and the streets and alleys are full of children's laughter.
Shops are also ready to open.
Nothing is more lively than noon.
The streets are crowded with people.
People huddled side by side.
Some adults take their children shopping, some children run around happily with their beloved toys, and some children cry and call adults to buy toys.
There are many shops in the street, including toys, barbecues, books and clothes.
Some elder sisters are joking, and some businessmen are shouting.
In full swing. Very lively.
Night is coming.
When I looked up at the night sky, many fireworks shot into the sky, colorful fireworks formed colors, and the sky was decorated with colorful colors.
I climbed onto the roof to have a bird's eye view. Every household is brightly lit.
It seems that the whole world is shrouded in light.
20 12 is here.
I hope so! I'm looking forward to it. Seeing that the Spring Festival is coming, I can't help laughing at this. Before the Spring Festival, people were beaming and full of energy.
There is an endless stream of people shopping, some are buying New Year pictures, some are buying new year's goods, some are sitting in a fire box watching TV around the stove, some are playing mahjong and poker, and so on.
Anyway, the streets are full of colors, people and goods. I'm afraid people can't choose what they want to buy! Before the Spring Festival, every household was brightly lit, and every household dressed up the house in a unique way, each with its own personality.
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All the shouts in 300 words are the shouts of businessmen when they sell things. We just finished learning lesson 17.
It's about old China and Beijing. I'm interested in how businessmen shout when doing business.
On the way to school, when passing by the food market, you can hear all kinds of hawking in the food market-that is, the shouts of Wuhan people.
"Selling cucumbers. My cucumber is green and crisp. They can be eaten raw or cold. There are many vitamins. Come and buy. "
"Come and buy food. I have a wide variety of dishes here, so it's not easy to return them at will. There are still some ..." People who buy clothes shouted more skillfully when the season changed. "Come in and have a look at the passing ones. Clothes are on sale, and they are all discounted, which is cheap and good." It came from the loudspeaker again and again.
However, some businessmen are deceptive when selling their own goods. We cannot be deceived.
If, one day in the future, I become a businessman, what I shout should be true, realistic, fair in buying and selling, and pay attention to the artistry of soliciting business.
...
Write a 200-word composition with shouts from Hunan.
"come on Mending shoes ... ""I'm tired of shouting there early in the morning! " I can't help complaining in bed.
This ugly cry often disturbs my young lady's dream. I have to think of a perfect way to get rid of it. Soon I had a "good idea".
After school, I saw that the old man was still mending his shoes, so I picked up a pair of worn-out shoes from the garbage, then took off my shoes and put them in my schoolbag. I went over and said, "Help me mend these shoes.
"At the same time pretend to be sad expression on her face.
The old man looked up, his face was so pale, the wrinkles on his forehead outlined a striking word "king", and his temples were gray hair.
He smiled and said, "How did you break these shoes?" I had to falter and say, "physical education class just broke down.
""How? Did you fall?
"I don't know what to say at the moment.
He went on to say, "These shoes can't be repaired until tomorrow.
It's getting late, son. You should go home.
Come and get it tomorrow! "Look at his serious appearance, I secretly smiled and walked away.
The next day, in order not to let him see me, I made a detour to school.
After school, I saw that his things were still there, but he was gone.
I didn't get those shoes for several days.
The blue sky in July hangs like a fireball, and the clouds seem to be melted by the sun and disappear without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring has passed.
"Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the sky, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicating breath.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.
In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat.
Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.
It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless.
Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.
That day, it was terribly hot.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.
It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun! The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still.
There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring has passed.
"Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the sky, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicating breath.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.
In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat.
Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.
It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless.
Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.
That day, it was terribly hot.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.
It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun! The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still.
There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
launch
An unforgettable thing in my mind is that there are countless things like little stars, and each little star is a thing. One of them is an unremarkable little star, which reminds me of endless memories.
It was noon on a Thursday and it was raining. After lunch, I take my umbrella to school. Walking, a little girl suddenly got into my umbrella and said to me, "I forgot my umbrella." Shall we hold an umbrella together? " Thank you.
Although reluctantly agreed, but unwilling to do it. I thought to myself, "My umbrella is not big enough for one person. One more person is not enough now. "
"Along the way, I always secretly moved my umbrella to my side, and the rain soaked half of the little girl's clothes.
I always walk carelessly along the way. If I am not careful, I am knocked down by a small stone on the road and my pants are dirty. Now I'm in trouble. It's too late to go home and change. My classmates will laugh at me when I get to school.
Just when I was in a dilemma, the little girl took out a white handkerchief and said to me, "Come, I'll wipe it for you.
"As soon as I heard this, I quickly said," No, you will get your handkerchief dirty, and your mother will criticize you.
Hearing this, the little girl smiled and said, "No, my mother is a teacher. She taught me to help others when they are in trouble. Besides, didn't you help me? " After listening to the little girl, I felt ashamed and didn't speak for a long time.
It's been a long time, but I remember clearly that every time my selfish thoughts reappear, the little girl's words will ring in my ears.
The most unforgettable thing for me is the love in the footprints. What is the concept of "unforgettable"? Friends say it's like a drop of black spots on a piece of white paper, which can never be erased.
Yes, as you said, this is an eternal concept.
It was a snowy day.
At this time, I was only eight years old, but the burden of study was not lighter than now, such as extra-curricular tutoring, learning to dance and learning Go.
A swarm of bees flew towards me.
"Wait for mom for a while, the snow is too heavy today, don't fall down yourself! There are so many things to bring, I will take you! " My mother's voice came from behind me. I turned my head and looked at my mother (who was ill) who wrapped herself in three layers. Suddenly a warm current rushed into her mind.
On the way to the teacher's home to make up lessons, my mother and I walked side by side.
The snow on the road was thick, and my mother turned her eyes and said to me, "You follow me and follow my footprints."
"I don't understand:" Why? "Mom said with a smile," so your shoes won't get wet! ""Although I was only eight years old at that time, I still understood the meaning of the word' love'.
Love is everywhere. In order not to get my shoes wet, my mother left warm footprints on that cold winter.
In the eyes of others, maybe this is nothing.
But in my eyes, it is worth cherishing all my life.
"The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night."
Time goes by like running water.
Five years passed in a blink of an eye.
Time left an outline on my mother's face, but that love remained.
In the memory of the Milky Way, this is' a brilliant shell'.
Whenever I feel wronged and there is no love in the world, "picking up" is the best way for me to comfort myself.
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