Composition of the seventh unit of English in the first volume of the eighth grade published by the People's Education Press

It's a sunny day today. And it is Teachers' day. After breakfast I went to school with a card. I made the card by myselt last night. I wrote "Happy Teachers' day! Thank you for your hard work!" And I drew a nice picture on the card, too. Peter bought some beautiful flowers. He went to vist our English teacher together with me. Our English teacher was very happy when she saw us. she said: "Tank you for your speakers!"

It is Teachers' Day on liuxue86 September 10th every year. Teachers are the greatest people in the world, I think, because they teach us how to write and read. People's Education Press Examples of essays for the first unit of the eighth-grade Chinese language volume

Cherishing Peace Throughout the world, wars have run through the history of human development. From ancient times to the present, there have been countless wars, large and small.

According to United Nations statistics, there have only been more than 300 years of war-free history in human history. It can be seen that war is the product of irreconcilable human contradictions.

In particular, the two world wars destroyed so much wealth accumulated by mankind. Whether the war is just or unjust, it is afraid of damaging the development of mankind.

"Band of Brothers", filmed by the great director Spielberg, really reflects the war and the people in the war. He described the war very appropriately and realistically.

Because he sees the war through the eyes of a group of World War II veterans, rather than the boring domestic dramas imagined by a group of literati.

Veterans of World War II experienced real war. They knew how to cherish life and love peace.

We admire such people. He sacrifices for his comrades in war. During peacetime, they tell people about the cruelty of war. He reminds people not to forget the harm of war.

As for those who glorify war, as well as heroic literati, they do not let people see war clearly. Heroes are not written, but heroes are all around us.

So we must reflect on war and cherish peace.

Countless material wealth is lost in every war. In World War II, our country's losses were 350 billion U.S. dollars, and more than 30 million soldiers and civilians were killed or injured.

The wealth lost throughout World War II was measured in gold bars, which could circle the earth more than three times.

However, not only material wealth is lost in the war, spiritual wealth is also constantly lost. The destruction of relics, the destruction of cultural relics, the loss of relatives, and the devastation of war on people are all cruel.

The essence of war is the intensification of contradictions. War is carried out by the ruling class to satisfy their own requirements. War is another way for the ruling class to make money.

How can we eliminate war? Only a democratic system can eliminate war, so we demand democracy and establish a democratic system.

Carrying forward democracy, carrying forward democracy, and implementing democracy are the goals of our struggle. Examples of compositions for the first unit of the eighth-grade Chinese textbook published by the People's Education Press

Cherishing Peace Throughout the world, wars have run through the history of human development. From ancient times to the present, there have been countless wars, large and small.

According to United Nations statistics, there have only been more than 300 years of war-free history in human history. It can be seen that war is the product of irreconcilable human contradictions.

In particular, the two world wars destroyed so much wealth accumulated by mankind. Whether the war is just or unjust, it is afraid of damaging the development of mankind.

"Band of Brothers", filmed by the great director Spielberg, really reflects the war and the people in the war. He describes the war very appropriately and realistically.

Because he sees the war through the eyes of a group of World War II veterans, rather than the boring domestic dramas imagined by a group of literati.

Veterans of World War II experienced real war. They knew how to cherish life and love peace.

We admire such people. He sacrifices for his comrades in war. During peacetime, they tell people about the cruelty of war. He reminds people not to forget the harm of war.

As for those who glorify war, as well as heroic literati, they do not let people see war clearly. Heroes are not written, but heroes are all around us.

So we must reflect on war and cherish peace.

Countless material wealth is lost in every war. In World War II, our country's losses were 350 billion US dollars, and more than 30 million soldiers and civilians were killed or injured.

The wealth lost throughout World War II was measured in gold bars, which could circle the earth more than three times.

However, not only material wealth is lost in the war, spiritual wealth is also constantly lost. The destruction of relics, the destruction of cultural relics, the loss of relatives, and the devastation of war on people are all cruel.

The essence of war is the intensification of contradictions. War is carried out by the ruling class to satisfy their own requirements. War is another way for the ruling class to make money.

How can we eliminate war? Only a democratic system can eliminate war, so we demand democracy and establish a democratic system.

Carrying forward democracy, carrying forward democracy, and implementing democracy are the goals of our struggle.

... The composition of the eighth unit of the first volume of the sixth grade of the People's Education Press!

The electronic keyboard brings me happiness. I have many hobbies, and I am obsessed with each of them.

Among them, my favorite and most obsessed with is the electronic keyboard.

I started to play electronic keyboard when I was four years old. I learned it out of my love and curiosity for music.

Every black and white key on the electronic keyboard has a huge magic power in my eyes, and every beating note on the staff.

In order to learn this magic and interact with the "tadpoles" on the music score, I went to the kindergarten teacher's house every week to learn the electronic keyboard.

When I played the first piece of music in my life completely, excitement, excitement and joy took over my young heart.

I began to imagine that I was Lang Lang, sitting by the piano, playing beautiful songs one after another, and the audience in the audience listened mesmerizedly... Reality took me from the fantasy I pulled it out, and the song "Nanniwan" played on TV came into my ears.

Only then did I realize that there were many people who played better than me, so I made up my mind to surpass them! My educational path was bumpy.

After that, I changed several teachers until I studied at Hanjiang Children’s Palace.

When I finished listening to the music played by the teacher, I couldn't help but close my eyes - intoxicated.

The teacher told me that I can play so well in the future.

I didn’t quite believe it at the time.

When I first came to the Children's Palace to study, I suddenly surpassed my previous students because of my hard work and talent.

Some songs I only need to learn once, and they have to play them many times.

The turning point in my life has arrived - the teacher saw that I was very talented and encouraged me to take the exam.

But just when I made my decision, my grandma suffered from rheumatism again and could not pick me up to take me to piano lessons.

In the end, I made a choice - gave up... Now I am still thinking that if I had continued to learn piano, my future destiny might be different.

The teacher also felt sorry for me, saying that a talent was buried.

When I recall the time when I was learning the piano, I always had an uncomfortable feeling in my heart, which was very contradictory. This feeling was bitter, sweet, and sour.

It’s so memorable...is that okay? Composition of unit 8 of the first volume of the sixth grade Chinese language published by the People's Education Press

I love painting. I have many hobbies, like the colorful shells on the golden beach. Among them, I picked up a red shell with my name inside. Favorite hobby - painting.

You may ask why, it was two years ago. Once in art class, Teacher Sun took out two ordinary white chalks and red chalks and "swiped" a few strokes on the blackboard. Sound, before we could blink, the painting was drawn on the blackboard early, "Wow! - It's so beautiful..." I couldn't help but sigh, and the teacher smiled and said, "This is still a random drawing! "I muttered in my heart: The painting is so beautiful, why not just paint it casually! There are water-soaked paintings on the blackboard, and there are lotus flowers all over the ground. Some of them still have flower bones in their heads, and some have bloomed. The sky is clear after the rain, the rain is rolling on the lotus leaves, and a colorful rainbow appears in the sky... I watched with obsession. While I was painting, the teacher called "Li Rui... Li Rui?" My deskmate stepped on me hard, and I realized... After class, I asked the teacher: "How do you draw so well?" "As long as you draw more Practice and you will achieve success.

"At this time, I fell in love with painting.

Drawing is a kind of "leisure entertainment" for me. "Hey - the homework is finished -" I jumped with joy and took out a piece of white paper to draw. My mother said: "Today! Let you Watch TV for a while.

"These are the three words "watching TV" that I have been dreaming about, but I said readily: "I'm done painting——"..."Wow——" I Taking my own paintings, I became intoxicated. A little red riding hood girl carried a small basket to pick mushrooms... Painting is my "playing in the world."

"Let's go out and play!" Mom took me to travel. , I took a drawing board and a pencil and got ready to go, "Li Rui! Don't you need to bring other things with you?" I said with a smile: "As long as I have a drawing board and a pen, I don't have to worry. This is my hobby!" I took a plane and came to Hong Kong, "It's so beautiful here.

" I sighed and drew a picture of "high-rise buildings"... I carry a small baggage with me at all times. People asked me: "What do you have inside?" But I smiled and said: "It's pencil and paper.

"I love painting, because painting can make people happy. I love this but not this. The ordinary is also beautiful.

I love drawing. I think everyone can draw, right? In my spare time, I spend most of my time painting.

When I was a child, I loved drawing.

I also signed up for several art classes.

In school, I would often take out a blank piece of paper right after class and start drawing on it.

When I was a child, I thought my paintings were good enough, but when I grow up and take a look at them, it makes me laugh out loud.

The nose is not right with the mouth, and it is simply a "clown".

I didn’t lose confidence in painting because of this.

Maybe it’s because of the age limit that I can’t draw well! From childhood to now, my painting skills have improved greatly! During these days, I painted there whenever I had free time (of course I would also do other things, but mostly it was painting.

) and I also learned a lot about art.

I remember last semester, I specially found a small book to use as an art book.

I also drew many cartoon pictures on it.

You can also compare the difference between the current painting and the previous painting, keep the good ones and correct the bad ones.

There are many students around me who love art. I can learn from their experience. Art, like Chinese and mathematics, must be learned bit by bit.

During the winter vacation, my sister came to my house to play, and I asked her to help me draw.

I especially love watching her paint, because her paintings are so lifelike that they seem to pop out of the paintings.

I am working hard to surpass her, and I think that day will not be too far away.

If I draw a good work, I am as happy as if I have solved a difficult problem.

Isn’t it great that drawing can help you gain knowledge and enrich your after-school life? But I suggest you not write about drawing. Firstly, the material is relatively vulgar. For example, what I wrote was about origami (category 2... but the material was praised by the teacher). Take a look at the second website, which is for the sixth grade of Xueyi Composition. Chinese Volume 1 Unit 8 of the People's Education Press, more than 700 words for the composition

Art and Life I never keep anything close to me, because I always feel that things will be lost if they are kept around me, but they can only be kept in my heart I will never forget it... It was the summer vacation of one year. Due to my piano exams, I could only suppress the joy of being admitted to junior high school and practice piano at home.

The weather is so hot, I have ice in my mouth.

Practice vigorously.

From morning to noon, and then to evening, I could finally shake off my sore arms. I couldn’t help but walk to the balcony... Suddenly, I heard a voice, along with the sound of the summer evening. The unique breeze, sometimes hazy and sometimes clear, floated into my ears, brushed my cheeks, and brushed my bangs.

The leaves are rustling, and the sunset is subtle and soft.

At this moment, the world became eerily quiet, as if only this sound existed.

Oh, it’s the sound of the flute. Someone is playing the flute. The sound of the flute is melodious and smooth. Only people with a calm mind can play it so well.

I was intoxicated and quiet...it took a long time before I woke up from my thoughts and imagination.

In the next few days, I noticed that the flute would sound every evening, but the flute I heard later was never as good as the first time.

Every day, as soon as I put down the piano, the flute would sound on time. I would run to the balcony and look at the construction site downstairs and listen carefully.

I imagined that the person playing the flute was a lonely old man, telling his thoughts; maybe it was a child. The scene of a child riding on the back of an old buffalo and playing the flute appeared in front of my eyes... One day, When I went to the balcony and looked down as usual, I saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, playing his flute.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly. When it sounded again, I was surprised to find that he was playing the tune I played! Although the sound of the flute is intermittent, I can still tell that this is one of my favorite tunes.

Having not seen it with my own eyes, I cannot believe that a person who listens to the music with his ears can play it exactly with the flute in his hand, and he can play it so accurately, even though he doesn’t play it very well. skilled.

The ones who did all this are still the workers whom I despised in the past! I was shocked! In the evening, my mother actually talked about this worker: "Look at other people, building a house under the sun every day is much more tiring than you, isn't it? They keep blowing you to bed at night, don't they live a very easy life!" I No more whining.

So, in the morning, the sound of the flute in my dream woke me up; at night, the sound of the flute outside the window accompanied me to sleep.

When I was practicing that piece of music, the sound of the flute always sounded quietly, but softly, as if for fear of being heard by me.

Finally, he was no longer afraid.

Then the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute blended together, which was exceptionally harmonious, beautiful, peaceful and wonderful.

I was excited, with tears rolling in my eyes. I felt that I had found the true meaning of this song, and this worker friend helped me find it.

Yes, my feelings have been sublimated... During the grade examination, the sound of the flute was always lingering in my ears. I understood the music in my own way. Finally, I passed the tenth grade! When I excitedly rushed to the balcony to summon up the courage to tell the good news to the friend I had never met, I was stunned.

The excitement and tension of the past few days made me forget about the building rising in front of me.

Yes, I will never be able to work with that flute again! I don’t know which corner of the day I heard the sound of the flute again.

I always feel that the sound of the flute sounds so familiar. It turns out that the sound of the flute and that memory have been treasured in my heart forever! Dear friend, are you still playing the flute? Did you know? How much a girl from far away hopes to play a song with you - "Homesickness Song". What is the urgency of the composition of the third unit of the Chinese language in the first volume of the eighth grade published by the People's Education Press! !

Endless Bridges Hometown Bridge A bridge across the river of my memory.

For many years, I have often stood at the head of the bridge, looking down at the rolling river water and looking up at the towering mountain peaks.

Thatched cottages, fields, beaches, canals, willows on the banks, as well as the crows in the morning glow, the barking dogs in the dusk, the hawks flying in the mountain wind, and the sheep returning to the pen in the smoke. .

I drew a unique sketch beside the bridge and hung it on my heart screen to decorate my open mind.

It is an ordinary river that passes through the open space between the small village and the Mountain Bee, cutting off the connection between the village and the Mountain Bee, making each other lonely and lonely.

The bridge is also a common bridge. The bridge wood is a pair of oak or willow trees cut down from the top of Nanshan Mountain by our fathers. The big one is carried on the stone pile in the middle of the river, and the small one falls on the Shores opposite each other.

Generally, four pieces of wood are enough for a bridge.

The bridge is simple and simple, just like the buttons my mother sewn on my lapel.

The small bridge just stitches together the longing between the small village and the mountain.

The road leads from the grassy beach in front of the village to the south mountain. The river cuts off the ambition of the path, and I sigh at the river.

Xiaoqiao bravely lay on the river and used his body to connect the nerves and blood vessels of Duanli Road.

With his unchanging posture, he took on the responsibility of connecting and welcomed and sent off without any regrets.

Bridge, Trinity.

Viewed from the top of the mountain, the bridge is the two legs of the mountain extending towards the small village; viewed from the village, the bridge is the arms of the small village embracing the mountain.

To embrace the mountain bee is to embrace the days of abundant food and clothing.

Nanshan, my hometown, stretches from Erzhilizi and Laoyuefu in the east to Fenggou and Yangjiakan in the west, with a total area of ??more than 5,000 acres.

The mountains are lush with trees, exotic flowers and plants, wild fruits, birds and animals.

There are thousands of acres of fertile fields and fertile soil on the hillside and at the base of the mountain.

If Nanshan is a cornucopia, then Xiaoqiao is a way for villagers to get rich.

The fragrant flowers of Tartar have withered, and the curly lotus flowers have bloomed.

The first herbs in the mountains are ripe.

Fritillaries, earth keels, gentians, and asarum are all in bloom, waiting to be harvested.

After the supply and marketing cooperative purchase station posted the purchase notice, people started to enter the mountain one after another.

We children were also sandwiched among the adults, running across the bridge with small hoe, climbing up the hillside full of medicinal fragrance, hunting for natural harvests.

In the evening, people in the south and north of the bridge bundled and tied up, sorting out their battle results.

The children ran home happily to receive the rewards from the adults.

The first fountain pen I used was bought with three kilograms of asarum. I still clearly remember the shiny silver cap and light cyan barrel.

Xiaoqiao is also the hand of the clock, accurately recording the timing changes.

It is spring on this end of the bridge, and autumn on the other end.

The pole that had just picked up the seeds suddenly turned into a skewer for carrying crops; the soil basket that had been filled with fertilizer was immediately filled with radishes and cabbage.

Also filing back on the bridge are golden ears of grain, exquisite pods, and heavy red sorghum.

They bent Xiaoqiao’s waist.

The small bridge holds up the joy of harvest.

The small bridge also has its leisure and charm.

In the drizzle, I made an appointment with a few fishing friends to hang a line of hope on the lingbibo hook, and swayed leisurely and contentedly.

In late autumn, on the river above and below the bridge, there are always people digging a few fish cellars and occasionally picking up a row of fish to dry. The hard-working villagers work with Xiaoqiao to fish for their fresh river fish. interest.

Bridge I am stiff and cold, I am a bridge, I lie across an abyss.

The one end that plunged into the soil was my toe, and the other end was my hand. I bit the crumbling clay tightly.

The hem of my top floated to my sides.

The cold Forelen River in the abyss made a roar.

No tourist has ever strayed onto this difficult mountain, and the bridge is not yet marked on any map.

——I just lie like this, waiting, I can only wait.

Once a bridge is built, it remains a bridge as long as it does not collapse.

It was in the evening - whether it was the first or the thousandth evening, I don't know - my thoughts were always messy and going in circles.

In the summer evening, the sound of running water in the river became deeper, and then I heard the footsteps of a man! Walking towards me, walking towards me.

——Stretch your limbs, bridge, and stand; beams without handrails block the one entrusted to you.

Quietly dispel his worries about his footsteps, but he is still hesitating, so let him get to know you and throw him to the shore like a mountain god.

He came, struck me with the iron point of his cane, then lifted up the hem of my coat with it and laid it on me.

He poked the tip into my thick hair and left it there for a long time, as if making it look around like crazy.

I was dreaming of following him over mountains and valleys, but he jumped on his feet and jumped into the middle of my body.

I was unprepared, and the severe pain made me tremble all over.

Who is this? Is it a child? Is it a dream? A highwayman? A short-term seeker? A seducer? A destroyer? I turned to look at him.

——The bridge is turning! Before I could turn around, I collapsed.

I am collapsing, I am broken, the sharp pebbles that have been staring at me silently in the rushing water are piercing my body.

Key ideas of the Bridge of Life 3. Use the bridge in real life as a metaphor for the "Bridge of Life"; 4. Write a story about a middle school student who ran away from home.

Chu Zihan kicked the bridge railing hard.

It was already the third day since he ran away from home. He had been sleeping on this bridge for three days. The few coins in his pocket had long been spent. He was so hungry that he sat helplessly. Beside the bridge.

The autumn night comes very early. The moon does not rise tonight, only the stars in the sky are blinking.

The bridge lights have been turned on, and the river water reflects the lights and creates faint microwaves.

Three days ago, he had a quarrel with his parents because he failed in the exam. In a fit of anger, he ran away from the home that he felt was full of boredom, rigidity and no freedom.

He escaped from the shackles and school. He thought he had started his adventure in life and dreamed of becoming a knight in the novel.

But the reality is not as full of *** as he imagined. All he does every day is wandering on the street.

His blue jeans were already covered with dust, and his white sneakers were stained with a lot of mud. His disheveled hair was his "masterpiece" that he hadn't washed in a few days. The insomnia and cold all night painted a look on his face. tired.

When I ran out a few days ago, the weather was still very warm, but now it is freezing cold.

Chu Zihan had no choice but to stand up and run back and forth on the bridge to ward off the cold.

Perhaps it was because the bridge lights were dim, or perhaps the old man’s driving skills were poor. With a “bang” sound, a small car accident occurred. The old man, the bicycle... Composition for Unit 8 of the fifth grade volume 1 of the People’s Education Press, It is a description of a scene, a class party in school...

On Tuesday afternoon, the students gathered around the tables in a zigzag shape, and the walls of the classroom were covered with colorful strips. , the table is filled with all kinds of snacks that parents usually don’t allow, and the whole classroom is full of festive atmosphere.

Looking at the students again, all their faces were filled with excitement.

Oh, it turns out our class is having a party this afternoon! "Dingling, dinging"...accompanied by that wonderful piano solo, our party started on time.

"Dear students, today we have the New Year's party that everyone has been dreaming of!... Next it is time for the students to perform.

"Floating on the podium Three young hosts came with clear and melodious voices.

Some students brought brain teasers and jokes to everyone. The students were meditating for a while and laughing for a while.

Wei Xinyi and four other students brought two English songs to everyone.

Liu Yining and Ye Jingyi performed magic tricks for everyone, and everyone was amazed, saying that they could almost catch up with the magic master Liu Qian.

The next thing that I envy the most is the dance "Cinderella's Dream" performed by Gu Xinyu, Tian Xinyi and other four people. Their beautiful dance movements bloomed in the soft music.

Each move is precise and orderly. This skill cannot be learned in a day or two months.

This is really "one minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage"! It's my turn to talk about cross talk "Inverted Ci" with Si Xuyanghe.

To reverse the word is to say it anyway. You can say it by turning it upside down.

I said everything Si Xuyang said in reverse, and coupled with my exaggerated movements, it made the classmates laugh.

For example: "I fired the machine gun, beep beep..." The reverse is "the machine gun shot me beep beep...", "I helped the old man cross the overpass", the reverse is "grandpa helped "I'm crossing the overpass", "I'm helping the aunt hold the child", which in turn means "I'm helping the child hold the aunt", etc.

When the two of us finished the cross talk, we didn’t hear the applause from the students. It turned out that the students were already laughing so hard that they were out of breath and lying on the table unable to stand up.

The double recital "Cooperation" performed by Wu Ningnan and I also won everyone's laughter and applause... Time flies so fast, and before I knew it, the two classes were so enjoyable. It's past.

In the last moment, everyone rushed forward and rushed into our own stage, blowing up balloons, fighting, scrambling, and laughing. The whole classroom was filled with an atmosphere of joy. ! ... Composition of Unit 1 of English for Grade 1 of the People's Education Press

Beautiful Vase On Sunday, I accidentally discovered that a group of southerners had set up a stall selling porcelain in the square near my home. There was a bustling crowd. There was an endless stream of people, some strolling leisurely and comfortably, some wandering aimlessly, some stopping to watch curiously, and some savoring and admiring with interest. Among these people were elderly people. , there were middle-aged people who were very interested in porcelain, and there were also many young and fashionable men and women. I walked into the square with curiosity.

I saw that the square was filled with phalanxes similar to military formations. Each phalanx was surrounded by colorful velvet cloth of different colors, and the shelves inside were filled with various kinds of porcelain. , colorful and very beautiful, and the prices range from hundreds of thousands to tens of yuan, which is dazzling.

I am an outsider in porcelain, so I can’t tell what their types are, let alone whether the prices are reasonable.

I walked aimlessly and watched the crowds. After a while, I saw a young and beautiful lady buying a beautiful porcelain vase with green peonies painted on it. Then I saw another one. The old lady bought a flower pot with a lid, saying that it can be used as a decoration when you go home, and it can also be used to drown pickles. It is very practical. She also bought blue and white porcelain vases, fish tanks, porcelain stools, etc. She walked around and looked at them. People were busy buying it, and I suddenly had the desire to buy it. I thought this thing would look good and tasteful when placed at home, and at the same time it would add a bit of cultural flavor to the home, so I had the desire to buy it.

Now that I have the idea of ????purchasing something, I have a purpose for shopping below. However, since I have no knowledge about porcelain, how can I buy it? How to buy? What kind to buy? I felt very confused, so I watched others buy and listened to what others said, while thinking about what I should buy. Because I was too lacking in knowledge in this area, I was not sure that I would buy genuine and good things, so I had to follow my instructions. Buy according to your preferences, buy something that looks better and has a better meaning.

After shopping for a while, I saw a porcelain vase with the words "Yutang Wealth" on it. There were several bright red peonies on it. It was very festive, beautiful and three-dimensional. According to the seller, It is said that the three-dimensional effect of this kind of porcelain bottle is produced through two processes. It is quite complicated. I touched it with my hands. The texture is good and the overall shape is relatively modern. The peony also has a good meaning of wealth and auspiciousness, so I put it Bought it.

Then I bought a few small porcelain vases. The pattern on the small porcelain vases is the smiling face of a little baby. They are very cute. They are like three little sisters. When you see them together, they seem to be Whispering intimate words, very warm and comfortable.

In short, I like these four beautiful porcelain bottles very much. I have to look at them carefully every day to appreciate their charm and indulge in them.

Through this purchase, I have become very interested in porcelain, and I will learn more about this aspect in the future.

Get ready for your next purchase.

Since the Beijing Olympics was held, I was shocked when I saw the blue and white porcelain decorations on the subway lines. It turns out that such a traditional thing can produce such a beautiful effect. I was impressed, and it came true. As the saying goes, only what belongs to the nation belongs to the world! Blue and white porcelain makes Beijing more beautiful, renews the Olympics, and allows people all over the world to feel the auspiciousness and happiness that Chinese elements bring them! The composition of the first unit of the first monthly test of the eighth grade People's Education Press

Choose one of the following two composition questions to write an article. Question 1: Who in the world has no pursuit? Who doesn't yearn for it? Who doesn’t have something he desires? Maybe someone is eager to get understanding, love, affirmation, warmth... Maybe someone is eager to get a good book, a computer, a stamp, a football... Maybe someone is eager to get... Write it out. Please use "desire to get" "Write an article for the title. Title 2: Love is sometimes very simple. An umbrella to protect the rain, a bowl of fragrant noodles, a warm word... As long as you appreciate it carefully, love is actually around you and me. Please write an essay on the topic of "love". Composition requirements: (1) Carefully review the topic, pay attention to the use of multiple expressions, and pay attention to the expression of the theme of the article. (2) Except for poetry, there is no limit on the style of writing. (3) The number of words is 600.

oct.1dear diary,today, my friend lives far away named xiao fang visited me.we really had fun together.in the morning,we went to guangzhou museum and learned a lot about the history of guangzhou province.in tha afternoon we climbed the baiyun mountain.later in the evening we enjoyed ourselves while visiting the night safari.it/s good to hang out with friends.Purely handwritten. Please accept it if you are satisfied. ∩_∩

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