Dad, do you write a composition in Sichuan dialect?

1. Tongjiang pupils write a composition in Sichuan dialect, Tongjiang dialect, Sichuan.

I have nothing to do, because I once read a funny article about Sichuan dialect and had a whim. I decided to try my best to compile some dialects in my hometown (Tongjiang, Sichuan). I hope everyone will join us and welcome to reprint!

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

Pain (green pain)

Bitter (bitter)

Tight (tight)

Sweetness (sensitive sweetness)

Smelly (pang smelly)

Cry (kiss)

Smile (a little)

Smile from ear to ear (thinking of your five flowers and two flowers)

enough to make oneself proud

Vanity (pro-giving)

Serve you right (at the right time)

Root (bag)

A room (stove) heated in winter.

Pebbles (wide bags of stones)

Axe (cutting mountain)

Eat (swell)

Fist (Torur)

Force (fiddling)

Stubborn child (Guruzi)

Nose (turbinate)

Snuff (blue nose)

Tooth (toothed bar)

Hair (bitter hair)

Knee (coughing up pineapple)

Elbow (crutch)

Arm (hand dare)

Eyeball (eye fruit)

Head (old shell)

Son: Mom, is the old man whispering?

Mother: It's a long walk up the hill. There is a mountain in front of the stove. Go up the hill and help your old man!

Two: I crawled on behalf of the hospital and coughed up the pain of several frogs in Poirot and Deqing. You can't let me go?

Mother: miscellaneous?

Er: Last night, I didn't even ask for stars. It's too dark for me to see. A stone with a wide pit took my place, and the kidnapper scraped off the skin, leaving the old shell black and blue!

Mother: It's time to recite. What a sunny day!

Son: Sister Nan?

Mom: It would be nice to kiss one day if you don't bask in the sun. Isn't it like a woman apologizing? She bedclothes in the middle of the night, but it is cold and her nose is growing!

Son: So the whole medicine hasn't been replaced?

Mother: Take a deep breath. She said that water and medicine are bitter, so don't ask for it!

Uh: Hey, hey ...

Mother: Remember your five cents and two cents. I kicked your mother and told you to come back and get swollen!

2. Write a 200-word essay in Sichuan dialect, which is sometimes moving, singing like running water, and has a unique charm; Sometimes it is sad and beautiful. If it sounds like a drop of bamboo leaves, it is thought-provoking.

Sometimes it is as rich and deafening as the long sound of an eagle spreading its wings; Sometimes tactfully, it seems like a line of tears when you are deeply in love, which makes people sad. I sleep with it every day, but I ignore its beauty in daily life.

Grandma is an old man in her sixties and even looks older; But for this, I smile frankly. She was once young. She lives in Changzhou for a long time.

So I can't even picture her present situation. However, I clearly remember that her moving Jasmine, a sad but harmless poem, composed the flowers and flowers of life.

When I was very young, I was sent to my grandmother's house by my mother like a parcel. At that time, I was extremely dependent on my mother. Sent to grandma's house, born naughty and disobedient, crying. At this time, grandma will gently wipe away my nose and tears with her rough big hands and bury my head deeply in her arms. She hummed softly, "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine …" Her upturned corners of the mouth, the peristalsis of her lips, and a touching song have taken root in my heart.

I just lay quietly in her arms, gently echoing this song in my ear, and fell asleep sweetly ... that was my first feeling about it, just like my pillow! I still remember one time, my grandmother and I pulled vegetables in our small yard. Small green vegetables and small green onions are all planted by grandma herself.

I followed my grandmother's example and picked the east and picked the west. Grandpa doesn't know when to appear behind us. He mysteriously took out a beautiful jasmine flower full of water, and then carefully inserted it in grandma's combed bun.

Grandma was surprised at first, and then gently fingered the jasmine with her right hand without anything-jasmine shining in the sun. Grandma smiled, smiling so peacefully and contentedly, and Grandpa smiled back, just a shallow mutual smile, and the beauty and maturity of human nature were fixed on the smile. After that, grandma seemed to sing softly when pulling vegetables, and her rosy cheeks were full of happiness, which was as beautiful as a scenery that could not be ignored.

Two or three years have passed quickly. When was the return date so hasty? My mother finally took me back from my grandmother. She said, go home. There are many delicious and interesting things in the city, such as chocolate candy and toy models ... I finally failed to resist the temptation and returned to that strange but familiar place. When I left, I saw my grandmother send me away with a smile. She said she could finally relax. But this smile, why is it so beautiful? Her singing.-I don't think I brought it back.

Later, with the growth of age, I don't know when I began to like pop songs, those dynamic, sweet or lyrical songs, and I have long forgotten what I love. Grandma has been here several times, and I don't have much contact with her. I only know that she sometimes quarrels with her aunt, or worse. Although grandma is very kind and considerate to them, but "every family has a difficult experience", grandma moved to Changzhou with grandpa after all.

And I'm numb to those pop music. "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, full of fragrant and beautiful branches ..." I sat at my computer desk, and the music automatically jumped to that song, intentionally or unintentionally.

Oh, that song is so sweet, but not as sweet as hers; Memories are so beautiful, but her back is gone. I remember someone once said, "As long as you live, you will be contaminated with dust." Even if the noise obscures my vision, this song will always be my nap harbor, my love for grandma, and grandma's love for me! Looking out the window, the smirking autumn wind swept the petals and sent them to an unknown country.

A song ends.

I want to write a letter to my father, but I don't know how to write it. Actually, this is very simple. -anyway, there will still be such things as affection ~ You should write 1 letters to them respectively and write down your thoughts that you hope they can make up. The letter must be written sincerely, so that they can feel that you are worried about their current situation.

However, you can't write too directly or criticize them too directly, otherwise they will feel embarrassed or angry.

In short, the most important point is 1. Tell them what you think and write it in a letter. I had some problems with my sister, and I used to write to solve them. Hehe ~ it's best to read the occasion when you write to them, and then let them read it when you are 1, which will give people 1 a kind of curiosity. When you see you from the heart,

Those people you are talking about must be adults. Even so, they still have a child's heart. A lot of people do! ~ pay attention and be sincere. Don't tell me you don't even know sincerity. Sincerity is what you say from the heart.