A detailed narrative.

I immediately reached out and broke a wing bone of the butterfly, and then threw the wind wheel to the ground and trampled it flat. In terms of age and strength, he can't compare with me. Of course, I won a complete victory, so I proudly walked out, leaving him standing in the hut in despair. -Lu Xun He is already in the living room, and his clothes are all wrinkled. I suddenly shouted to him: Why don't you take off your clothes and go to bed? ! After a loud roar, I stupidly realized why I forgot to help him take it off before going to bed. I turned around in shame and brought him a comb to comb his hair. He obediently sat down and asked me to help him sort out his short black hair. I dipped the towel in the water, rubbed his face awkwardly and stiffly, and shaved off his new beard. -& lt； Finally admit that you are old >

He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked them up and walked away. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. -& lt； Back off >

There are many people flying kites in the square, standing, sitting and running. I saw that they all looked up with their mouths open, with a spool in one hand and a long line in the other, and their eyes were tightly fixed on their kites.

Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is rolling, just like

Many fish eyes and small pieces of tofu are kept inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. Pot in the "foreign stove"

(kerosene doesn't blow the stove), the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night now, and the house is very old, although

The "foreign light" is on, but it is still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The foreign stove is too high, dad.

Kiss often stands up, slightly upturned face, bright eyes, from the dense heat into chopsticks, pick up tofu, one by one.

Put it in our soy sauce dish. Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. this

No eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; es1000a

The table looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from his father's chopsticks in the hot air.

It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. Mr. S and Mr. P and I are sitting by the West Lake. Mr. S has just arrived in Hangzhou.

In the teaching, it was written in advance: "We will visit the West Lake, whether in winter." The moonlight that night was really good, and now I think it's still like a photo.

My treat. It turned out that the night before was the "first of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special. It's past nine, on the lake.

It seems that we are the only rowing boat. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver.

Son. There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Jun Kouzhan wrote two poems: "Count the stars, count the lights."

Recognize the fishing village and understate the traces in the distance. "We don't talk much, just paddling. I gradually fell asleep. P jun

"Hello", I just raised my eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, so

The edge is quite lively. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of Buddha chanting, as if waking up a dream. It's already ten o'clock.

That was many years ago, and Mr. S wrote frequently. Mr. p heard that it was changed several times. The year before last, he collected special tax in a special tax bureau.

I haven't heard from you since.

After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. Only one, two.

The long street in the village. On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, a little light shines on people's windows.

Walking with torches; But that's very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. There is wind and sky in the pine forest on the mountain.

The shadows of the last two birds. I went in late summer and left in early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But even in winter,

It is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road. But because of walking

There are too few people, and sometimes there is sound. It sounds like a distant wind, but it's actually outside the window. We are outside.

Passers-by often just sit at home except going to school. My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although outside

It is always winter, but it is always spring at home. Once I went to the street, and when I came back, the wide windows in the kitchen downstairs were open side by side.

Next to them are their mother and son; Three faces smiled at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us;

The sky is empty, and there are only four of us. It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she's dead. Let's go

Four years later, I still remember the shadow of her smile.

No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.

In winter, Zhu Ziqing's tea cave built a city on the mountain near the water. Near the mountain, the city wall climbed up the mountain like a long snake. On the waterfront side, there is room to set up a pier by the river outside the city and park a covered boat in the bay. When the boat went down, it took tung oil, green salt and dyed five cents. Upstream, cotton, cotton yarn, cloth and groceries are transported with seafood. There is a river street across the pier. Most of the houses are on land and half are in water. Because the rooms are limited, those houses are equipped with diaojiao buildings. The spring water rises in the river. When the water gradually enters the street, people on the river street use long ladders, one on their eaves and the other on the wall. Everyone scolded and shouted, took bags, bedclothes and rice jars, and went up the ladder to the city. When the water receded, they went out of the city from the gate. If water comes in one year.

Especially fierce. There must be one place and two places washed away by the flood, and everyone is staring at the city. People who suffer losses also stare blankly, as if they have nothing to say about the loss, which is similar to seeing other irreparable misfortunes arrival under natural arrangements. When the water rises, you can also look at the suddenly widened rivers in the city. The flowing water is vast, and houses, cattle, sheep and trees come from the upstream with mountains and rivers. So in places where the water level is slow, people often drive small sampans before the barges are closed. When they saw an animal, a small piece of wood or an empty boat floating in the middle of the river, and there were cries of women or children on board, they quickly took the paddle away, met the target downstream, tied it with a long rope and rowed to the shore. These brave people are also loving and brave, just like ordinary locals. Regardless of saving people, he is still in a pleasant adventure, very agile and brave, and people can't help but applaud it.

That river is a famous water in history, and its new name is Baihe. After the intersection of Chenzhou and Yuanshui River, Baihe River is slightly turbid, which means mountain spring. If you go upstream, the deep pool of three feet and five feet is crystal clear. The deep pool is reflected by the day, and the small white stone and agate stone with patterns at the bottom of the river are clearly visible. Fish in the water come and go as if floating in the air. There are many mountains on both sides of the strait, and there are many fine bamboos in the mountains, which can make paper. They are dark green all year round, forcing people's eyes. Close to the water tower, the moon comes first, and peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are in the majority. In spring, you just need to pay attention. Where there are peach blossoms, there must be people, and where there are people, you can sell wine. In summer, the purple cloth shining in the sun can be used as the flag of others. When autumn and winter come, people can have a panoramic view of cliffs and seaside houses. Yellow walls and black tiles are always placed in a proper position, which is extremely harmonious with the surrounding environment and makes people feel very happy. A traveler who is slightly interested in poetry and painting won't be bored after spending 30 days in this river. Just because miracles can be seen everywhere, the boldness and exquisiteness of nature are fascinating.

The source of the Baihe River comes from the Sichuan border. When the spring water comes, the boats ascending from Baihe can go straight to Xiushan, Sichuan. But it belongs to the field of Hunan, and the tea cave is the last water pier. Although the water surface of this river is about half a mile wide at the tea cave, when it falls into the water in autumn and winter, the river bed has less than 20 feet of water, leaving only a beach of bluestone. From then on, the ship could not get on, and all the import and export goods in eastern Sichuan fell into the water and landed from this place. The exported goods are carried by porters with Sang Mu pole on their shoulders, and the imported goods are moved from this place in bundles by manpower.

There is only one garrison in this local city, which is adapted from Tunding and green camp in the past, with about 500 households. (These households, except some small capitalists who own some oil mills in Shan Ye, or pay for oil, rice and cotton yarn, are mostly families with military status who came here that year. ) There is also a Lijin Bureau, whose office is in a small temple below the river street outside the city, and the director lives in the city permanently. A battalion of soldiers was stationed in the old general's yamen. Except for the trumpeter who went into the city to blow his horn every day, people knew that there was a garrison here, and all the soldiers seemed not to exist. During the daytime in winter, when I go to the city, I can see clothes and vegetables drying in front of people everywhere. Sweet potatoes are hung under the eaves with vines. Pockets made of brown clothes contain hard-shelled fruits such as chestnuts and hazelnuts, which are also hung under the eaves. Chickens crowing and frolicking everywhere in the corner. From time to time, men occupy the threshold in front of their house to saw wood, or cut down trees with axes and pile the cut firewood into an open space like a pagoda. Or you can see several middle-aged women, dressed in starchy blue, with white buttoned aprons hanging on their chests, talking and doing things while bowing their heads in the sun. Everything is always so quiet, and all people are in this unspeakable loneliness every day.

Sanmao's Coward was selected as the Chinese textbook of Shandong Education Publishing House, and its detailed description and psychological description were very successful. Considering that fragment practice and article understanding can promote each other, I guide students to learn several details of the article and let them write a fragment in this way to express the psychological activities of the characters. But the effect is not good. In another parallel class, I decided to refine the instruction. The following is a teaching clip after adjusting the teaching strategy.

Teacher: Please pay attention to this sentence again: "Facing the ticket where Zhang Jingjing was lying, my breath began to rush, my hands were clenched tightly, and my eyes could not live without it." What is the expressive effect of "grip" here?

Wei Chao: That means I'm very nervous and scared.

Teacher: Yes, the "grip" here, like other details in the article, also shows the tension and fear of "I" after stealing money. Then, please think again, under what circumstances will people get used to holding their hands tightly?

Song Shirley: During the war.

Shi Xiaohan: When you make up your mind to do something.

Yuan Hangda: When threatening others.

Teacher: The students' speeches show that in many cases, people can hold hands tightly. The teacher will add a firm handshake at the end of the article "Dad's flowers have fallen" to see how the expression of "holding" works here. Do you remember the end of the article "Daddy's Flowers Fall"?

Man: "Dad's flowers are gone. Detailed description fragment

I was homesick just after my freshman year in high school, so I called home. "Ding ... Ding ..." The phone rang. I seem to see my mother washing clothes and hear the bell. She immediately put down her clothes and stumbled to the phone, still saying, "Don't worry, I'm coming!" " Where did she know that? I can't hear you at all! "hello? Xiu, is that you? " It's mom's voice! My tears burst out. "Mom, I miss you! I ... "I can't go on. "I miss ... you too!" I feel my mother shaking. She must be laughing and crying. ...

He was paralyzed by the roadside. Going home from school, I passed a bus stop, and a bus just opened the door to see off the guests. At the moment of opening the car door, an old man collapsed on the ground like a falling water polo, and getting off the bus didn't look like an accident. Seeing this scene, many people gathered around. I didn't stop going home, nor did my thinking stop. He is an old man, of course, closer to heaven; I am still in the flower season, but through him, I seem to see heaven. From the moment the baby was born, he began to die; And I, too, will collapse to the ground one day? Since one day, I will not end my life as early as a frustrated student. Life is too short to waste a day. Before I really see heaven, I must live a complete life, so I have no regrets. A life without regrets will not stop with him. I have accelerated the pace of going home. From now on, I will not hesitate, I will not stop from now on, and I will not feel empty from now on. I don't regret falling.