Write a composition around half a country.

1. is written in half Chinese. Writing skills are about improving writing ability. Give you some ideas: 1. Observe carefully and pursue the truth.

See with your eyes, pay attention to everything, always pay attention, and form a habit. Learning to observe is the primary factor to improve the writing level.

Generally speaking, I lack observation and realism, so I can't write. How to change this phenomenon? I think we should learn to observe first.

When instructing students in writing training, they attach great importance to observation and content. 2. Accumulate materials and apply what you have learned.

Read more books, make the past serve the present, write articles, and be confident and handy. Pay attention to your reading efficiency when reading.

On the basis of reading, we should be familiar with the books we read, think carefully and master them. Accumulate material, make it the "source of living water" of your own writing, and learn to use it, so that the content of the composition will be born from the pen, like a fountain, full of content.

3. Promote imitation and cultivate interest. Imitation is a form of reference, but imitation is not a simple copy, it should be a creative reference.

Imitation is characterized by strong pertinence and regularity, which not only reduces the difficulty of writing, but also receives obvious results. For students with low writing level, we should actively advocate imitating and drawing lessons from model essays, gradually cultivate their interest in writing, make them step by step on the road of writing, and gradually improve their writing ability.

Although imitation is the first step to improve writing ability, it should not be imitated blindly. Once the composition starts, you can imitate it. But after getting started, we must break away from imitation, take the road of innovation, pursue our own writing style and have our own characteristics.

2. Are you half of the comedy? Over the past year, David's reality shows have emerged in an endless stream, especially the legendary swordsman and Happy Comedy of Oriental TV, which stand out in the field of comedy reality shows. However, many viewers found that Zhou Libo and his Shanghai style were absent from the comedy circle on a platform called "Huashan on Sword".

A few days ago, Zhou Libo returned to Shanghai with his brand-new talk show "Singing Songs of the Times and Telling His Jokes" and accepted an exclusive interview with Netease Entertainment. In the interview, when asked if he was considered as "half the country" of comedy, Zhou Libo said: "I think that as long as I have Zhou Libo's name in this world, this is for sure. I don't think Shanghai style can last forever, that is, I don't want to be a legend, but I must firmly believe that I can be a legend because I have worked hard.

3. Ink and wash vicissitudes, half drunk, beauty hurts. The composition is faint and foggy, the river is clear and flowing, the old city is broken, and the smoke is falling. The dead trees outside the city are cold, how many bones are buried in the loess, how many sorrows are buried, and how many people who have not slept day and night are awakened by the drums.

Gobi desert battlefield, yellow sand flying, old memories, semi-ischemic flags, how many tears are broken, when the blood stained the red sand surface, bleeding three thousand miles, crying off the way home, blushing for half a year, complaining about loneliness every night. Thin clouds roll with sorrow and rain, bare land thousands of miles away, black smoke burning around, limbs scattered, uninhabited, branches withered, who will fight for the world, I will not bury it deeply, just to cherish the smell of cooking smoke in my hometown.

Ink and ink are dotted, ink splashes into wounds, mountains and rivers are misty and rainy, ghosts are shaking, acacia is folded into cotton, and some love has broken off and only hovers in harm. Some hate only becomes lingering in love.

Life and death are rich, Zi Cheng said, first frost battlefield, the wind swept away from the injury, hold on to it, don't cry. Eternal reincarnation, the year of dusk, Jingoma Iron, Enemy at the Gates, misty rain, endless floating injuries, half a year, thousands of miles naked, bare bones, who cried who lost.

Beads and tears stained the cold moon and made it miserable. Like a broken bamboo, I am struggling to kill, misty and rainy, just want to listen to you, sigh the famine, look at the sky, when is the end.

Sword chop, guide the vicissitudes of life, who sighs that time flies, ink and wash mountains and rivers, half of the country, for whom to shed blood, for whom to hold the sword. Plum blossom and apricot rain, March warbler flying, this life nostalgia, has passed away.

I am half drunk, I am drunk, my beauty is wrong, my axe is buried, and the broken arrow disappears. The past is the present. Blood and tears fall, yellow sand flies, who still remembers infatuation, who still remembers Cang Sang's, the galloping horse has passed away, the river waves are gone, shouting to kill the sky, the leaves are falling, and the residual yellow is broken.

Peak smoke everywhere, Enemy at the Gates, tears like rain, gone with the wind, yellow sand scouring, close to Gancheng, ink Jiangshan, such as painting style, a song of self-injury, several people can play, leaves floating with the rain, farewell paper injury, scattered smoke, bones everywhere, shuddering, hard to tell sad, who knows this loneliness, sighing rain, muddy tears, in a hurry? Cold misty rain broke the warm dream. Holding this cool rain, I washed away the madness of that year, and my life was bitter and no one complained.

Buried the sadness of parting, buried in this faint misty rain. The ecliptic, born alone, laughs at the wrong age.

To pay for this, now my love is broken, my sorrow is broken, my long-cherished wish is unfinished, and my obsession is unfinished. Who knows the loneliness and loneliness of the battlefield alone at night, the rain hits the pale face and lies on the battlefield. The city is broken and no longer brave. It's full now, and I don't know pear flower falls, my hometown yard.

Empty melancholy, tears choked, heartbroken, broken iron sword, lifelong disability, holding my son's hand in my dream, growing old with my son, now misty rain is empty. Thick black smoke, ink broken painting fragrance, painting broken misty rain, blood stained city river, floating sand falling, lightly holding pen, brushing residual painting, smoke cleared, cinnabar faded, small garden blossomed, Cang Sang also left footsteps, painting blurred, tears blurred, whether this life is love, half the country, blood spilled, how many people who love each other, miss empty, miss people, but it has become.

Thick black smoke, ink broken painting fragrance, painting broken misty rain, blood stained city river, floating sand falling, lightly holding pen, brushing residual painting, smoke cleared, cinnabar faded, small garden blossomed, Cang Sang also left footsteps, painting blurred, tears blurred, whether this life is love, half the country, blood spilled, how many people who love each other, miss empty, miss people, but it has become. The flowers in the small garden are fragrant, and the old year is gone. Cities disappear with smoke, and flowers run out. Butterflies leave the dance, rouge is pale, cinnabar is red and old, and promises are incomplete. When can I see him again? Pear flower falls was all over the floor, and the door of the hut was covered with tears. I wonder if he was killed.

4. "Am I Zhou Libo?" This half comedy link, from watching a video in "A Week of Libo Show", the composition was deeply moved.

This video tells that Uncle Zhou Libo and his wife went to Dalaba Primary School in Lanniqing Township, ninglang county, Yunnan Province to express their condolences.

165438+1At two o'clock in the morning on October 26th, the outdoor temperature was minus 5 degrees Celsius, and Uncle Zhou Libo set off. They drove through a muddy mountain road, and after six hours of bumps, they finally arrived at Daraba Primary School. The mountains echoed with the children's songs, how sweet. The primary school has only four public teachers, one teaching teacher and 76 students, including 54 resident students. The annual average temperature here is 10 degrees Celsius, the lowest temperature in winter is MINUS 4 degrees Celsius, and the highest temperature is 7 degrees Celsius. Just the day before Uncle Zhou Libo arrived, the children finally got a bed. Before that, they had to sleep on the cold floor. There is no bed, no heating, only a thin quilt and some thin clothes. The temperature is as low as MINUS 4 degrees Celsius at night. No one can imagine how children sleep and spend the cold winter ... Their breakfast is only yellow cabbage and soup made of fat and potatoes. Because the weather is too cold, the children are shivering with cold, and even their rice bowls are unstable. They can only eat meat once a week. Two months ago, they could only eat meat twice a month. Only eat two meals a day, 8 am and 6 pm respectively. There is no canteen, and the dirty and cold floor is the children's dining table. This is the warmest and happiest moment of the day. They are no longer hungry, cold and shivering ... because of lack of water, children only take a bath once a year. Uncle Zhou Libo donated a lot of things to this primary school and put on brand-new clothes for the children. At school, children's laughter echoed again. The houses in the mountain village are remote and scattered. The nearest one takes two hours to walk and the farthest one takes four hours to walk. Children's parents grow potatoes for a living, and the average annual family income is about 1000-2000. Seeing this, all the people shed tears. ...

Now our living conditions are very good, we don't have to worry about food and clothing, and we live a life of reaching for food with clothes. But all this, I feel dissatisfied. But after watching this video, I knew I was so happy. We should thank our parents for bringing us into this world, bringing us up one by one and making us have such a wonderful life. Study hard, grow up to be a pillar of the country and repay the society!

5. Write a 600-word composition with the idiom Jiangshan Wan Li. How to write "green mountains and green waters are always screens?"

Saibei is vast and Jiangnan is empty.

In the past, it was a bonfire party.

Replace it with a tourist's hanging shadow

Bow your head, the river is raging.

Look at those mountains.

May the vicissitudes of life last for five thousand years.

Give birth to a heart of thousands of miles.

No poet can write a poem.

This is not to say that painters have always been painters.

A thousand times, a hundred times, a thousand times

Wan Mario "

I deeply love my motherland-China, which has magnificent mountains and rivers and a history of 5,000 years.

A country of history and culture.

In this vast land of China, many rivers have been flowing and feeding for thousands of years.

It has nurtured people of all ethnic groups on both sides of the strait. Among them, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are the two main rivers in China.

Known as the "mother river" of the Chinese nation. Where each of us lives, there are also

The "mother river" in my hometown, whether it is a famous river or an unnamed stream, is

Represents the place where each of us lives. Therefore, I also deeply love the "mother river" of the motherland.

"-the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

Our country has not only the world-famous Yangtze River and Yellow River, but also many famous mountains with their own characteristics.

Among these famous mountains, some are tall and straight and magnificent; Some heavy rocks are green and steep.

Beautiful; Some streams and waterfalls are full of mist.

For example, Mount Tai in central Shandong Province. With the attitude of "holding the sun in the sky" and "pulling the company on the ground"

The trend of "heaven" is regarded as "the head of the five mountains" Mount Tai occupies an important position in the political and cultural history of China.

High status. When he first ascended the throne, most emperors came to Mount Tai to worship heaven and earth. many

In addition to Mount Tai's Range Rover, literati also left many excellent works. Confucius said, "Climb Mount Tai and be small."

The language of the world; Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, famously said, "When you climb to the top of the mountain, you can see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky."