Kneel for a few compositions ~ not necessarily original ~ better

The Spring Festival is often the most festive event in a year, but on July 1 2006, we were happier than the Spring Festival: our wish of China to bid for the 2008 Olympic Games came true. The whole country is decorated with lanterns and colorful gongs and drums, and people are beaming and telling each other that the whole China is boiling.

In June 2005, CCTV held a special party called "1000-day countdown to the Olympic Games". Our whole family got together and watched with joy. It seems to be infected by the atmosphere at the scene. After the program, there was an "overtime" exhibition match in our family: I saw grandpa roll up his sleeves and say, "Xiaoxiao, come and bring pen and ink to grandpa." Grandpa is a famous local calligrapher, and his handwriting is very good. I saw him write a pair of couplets with a stroke of a pen after a little consideration. The first part is: the World Olympic Games is in my home, and the second part is: beating gongs and drums to blossom. I quickly said, "A' successful Olympic bid' was given sideways. "The whole family applauded after watching it.

At this moment, my father stood up and said, "The Olympic Games will be held in 1000 days. The world gives Beijing a chance, and Beijing will give the world a surprise. I will also show my cards. " Dad took out paints and brushes, and drew a picture of "Fuwa coming" with a few strokes. These five Fuwa are lifelike, lifelike. Dad didn't color Fuwa in everyone's cheers, and now they laugh more happily.

"Hey, you all showed it, and I can't be idle!" The mother sitting on the side couldn't bear it at this moment. "Let me show my hand embroidery skills!" You wait and see. "Then my mother went into the back room. Grandpa cocked his head at me and said, "Xiaoxiao, what are you performing?" "I would have thought about it! I jumped down from the back of the sofa and said, "Please enjoy the Ode to Joy sung by Qi. I waved a small red flag and sang loudly: "Welcome to the Olympics, hope to come to the Olympics, our wish has come true;" "You are happy, I am happy, and everyone is happy. . . . ""Ha ha ha! " The laughter of the whole family resounded through the whole building.

"Look!" Then mother came out of the back room. Wow, in a short time, my mother actually embroidered a picture of five rings on a piece of white cloth with the words "Great Olympics, Great Beijing" embroidered on it.

"Yes!" Dad patted his leg and said, "Let's put the works together and send them to Beijing. The title is "One Wish." "good!" We answered with one voice.

Let's meet in Beijing in 2008!

My dream cabin

Shuttling through high-rise buildings and noisy crowds every day, I can't help but fantasize about my dream cabin.

It doesn't need a big and simple appearance, even if it's simple, as long as it's enough to shelter me and my beloved book.

There must be a low bamboo fence in the yard. The fence is covered with roses or other wild flowers. The thick and faint green leaves are full of gorgeous and fragrant flowers, lively and open, with a bright smile on their heads. Bees and butterflies dance and play with flowers in the mild sunshine and refuse to leave.

This hut, the yard must be full of bamboo. Tall and quiet bamboo leaves a little shade in the yard. No matter how hot it is, I feel very quiet. Here, the sweat quietly leaves. Through the fine bamboo leaves, the sunshine becomes a child, which is no longer so warm and daunting. There are mottled shadows on the ground, which seem to be shaking slightly.

After a busy day, when I got home, nine days of fatigue flew away. Even clothes and vegetables are sweet. The moon is up, holding a cup of favorite books, sitting by the window, quietly browsing. Crisp Yue Hui has also become sentimental. It falls gently, through the window, on me, and in the room behind me, emitting a faint brilliance. Ear, is a slight wind swept through the bamboo forest, rustling, sliding into the most delicate and soft place in my heart, leaving a faint trace. Tired, I looked up and saw the faint bamboo shadow in the yard. Push open the window, reach out and touch the flexible bamboo leaves, and a shallow smile floats on the corners of your mouth. Look at the faint moonlight leaking from the leaves and casting mottled shadows on the ground.

In front of the hut, there is a clear pond. The pond is as clear as a mirror. Lotus is planted in the pond. Green leaves, fluttering in the wind, like fluttering sleeves Zhu Ziqing said that she is like a group of dancers in Tingting. How gaudy the dancer's skirt is! This leaf, like a lid, is as green as jade, but soft and tough. Among the leaves in the field, white lotus flowers are exposed. The petals are carved as white as the best suet, which is the most exquisite vegetarian cake, carefully cut by the most skilled girl of seventeen or eighteen. So elegant, so noble, so pure, without touching some secular vulgarity. Pale yellow stamens, dotted in the meantime, quietly confide.

Several white geese wandered by, occasionally raising their necks and singing loudly in the sky.

In the afternoon, I will come to this quiet pond barefoot on the soft grass, lift my skirt, sit down, put my feet into the water and swing around, still as naive as when I was seven or eight years old. Bathe yourself in the sunshine and put on a faint glow.

When the clothes are dirty, I will pick them up with a bamboo basket, walk to my beloved pond at a brisk pace, gently lift the water against the stones on the shore and gently rub them. Clean water washed away the dirt on my clothes, and the smell of soap teased my sense of smell. Soap bubbles, in the sun, reflect colorful light, jumping, breaking, or drifting away.

Where can I find such a small house and let me live in this untimely body! I hope to have such a small room to rest my wandering soul.

Wonderful moment

Life is an ocean of love, and everyone is breathing and feeling love. Life is like the night sky, in the wonderful moment of the meteor, people feel magnificent beauty; Life is like a trickle, in the wonderful moment of wearing a stone, people feel the beauty of persistence ... but the most beautiful thing in the world is love.

In the park in spring, the grass is sprouting and the birds are singing. A little boy who just learned to walk skipped around and was immersed in incomparable happiness. A stone tripped him, and he lay on the grass with a longing for love in his eyes. Mother came and gently picked up the little boy, encouraged him with loving eyes and healed the pain with love. ...

This moment is short, but maternal love is eternal.

One dark night, there was neither light nor wind in the sky. In the dim candlelight, two figures, an old man and a young man, were shaking slightly. Under the shiny hair, there is a face that has experienced vicissitudes of life, wrinkled like old bark. This is an old mother who is ill in bed. She slowly opened her mouth with tears in her eyes. On the side, her son held a bowl of smelly Chinese medicine in his left hand and a spoonful of soup in his right hand, gently blew it with his mouth, and then slowly walked to his mother. When touching his mother's chapped lips, hot tears dripped on his son's hands and penetrated into his heart. ...

This moment is short, but my son's love has been sublimated.

In the noisy street, trees on both sides flew by. A bus carries passengers smoothly. As usual, everything is so calm and natural. Suddenly, the driver's heart rate suddenly accelerated. He knew it was a precursor to heart failure. At this point, he took his time, slowly turned the steering wheel, drove the car steadily to the right of the road, put his foot on the brake and pulled the handbrake with his last strength. When the car stopped, he left, and his face was obviously a relief.

This moment is short, but the driver's love is engraved in everyone's heart.

Love blooms in life, simple and profound, short and wonderful.