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The theme of the composition is required to be the beach
It was a hot summer, and my family and I came to the Beidaihe coast. I fell to the ground when I couldn't walk steadily, and then I found that the fine, dense, wet, soft and golden thing was the beach. I got up, covered in sand, and patted it with my hand. The sand gave off a dazzling light. This made me fall in love with the beach at once, and I like its splendor.
Go to the seaside. Look, how spectacular the sea is. The waves came at me one after another. I was a little scared and hurried back. Suddenly, a big wave came, as if with something. Look, a small shell! This is a gift from the sea. I looked at the water. Wow! There are many shells there! Shells are set in golden sand like gems, which is a little more beautiful than the most perfect crown in the world. I can't help running to the shell. Suddenly, my laughter, the swish of big waves hitting the beach, the thump of shells squeezing each other, and the squeak of my little feet stepping on the beach are connected to form a dynamic movement of the sea and people. ...
The shell was silent, and the laughter disappeared without a trace, except for the dull swish of the waves rushing around. It's already night. I also returned home with a full load-my pockets were full of shells, my body was covered with thick sand, and my little footprints appeared on the beach. My family is calling me back. I finally looked at the sea, slowly turned my head and slowly lifted my feet ... The sea comforted me and let the sea breeze gently blow me-so I left the sea.
I love the beach, I love shells, and I love my feet.
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I walked on the beach by the sea.
It's five in the morning. Summer, just before sunrise. It was dark around, except for a few faint lights flashing in the distance. A gust of wind blew and wrapped up the unique cold at night. Only wearing a short sleeve, I can't help shivering.
This time I came to watch the sunrise. It is said that when you are in a bad mood, watching the sunrise will make you feel much better. I decided to give it a try, because I was in a bad mood at this time.
I wander back and forth, always wandering, mechanical steps, turning. Behind me, a series of footprints overlap and are printed on the beach in disorder.
The cold sea water kept beating against the coast and my heart. I sat down in frustration and picked up a shell.
Shells … Last time, I went with my parents …
My heart suddenly closed. I don't want to think about them anymore. Why ... It seems that I really can't live without them. ...
That was last year. It's also by the sea, just in our house. That trip became my happiest memory in recent years ... We ran and played, leaving three happy footprints behind us ... In the photo, they and I were holding a big shell and laughing so sweetly. ...
Thinking of this, I can't help but close my eyes and sigh and shout at the night sky: "Mom and Dad, I was wrong ... can you forgive me?" ..... Can you forgive me ... "
Yesterday, yesterday, I had another big fight with them ... This was the most intense one this year ... They told me not to go astray and cause irreparable regret ... I was angry ... I used the most inappropriate words to fight back ... I rushed out of the room, "I don't care what I like, even if it is death!" ..... I know that my parents did it for my own good ... and I know that I made too many mistakes ... but for that poor face, I was wrong, wrong ... Mom and Dad, if I come back, can you accept me? Do you still love me ? ……
A tear fell from the corner of my eye. Then two drops, three drops ... Finally, I was in tears, "Mom and Dad, I love you ... I want to go home ..."
At this moment, suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder from behind. As soon as I turned my head, I jumped up: it's mom! It's a smiling mother! Inner strength pushed me into her arms. ...
At this moment, my surroundings suddenly lit up and became warm. I smiled, with tears in my eyes and the warm sun, just like I was transmitting infinite energy. ...
My mother took me, leaving the beach step by step and heading home to meet the new sun. Behind us, two rows of deep and neat footprints are sending us far away. ...
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I like to walk on the beach by the river. I like to stand by and watch. I like to hold the sparkling sand and study its wonderful structure carefully. Sand has always influenced my thoughts and my love. ...
I remember when I was a child, on a cool summer night, I asked my mother: White sand beach in the sky? My mother smiled. She took my little face and told me a touching story of a goddess mending the sky.
Later, when I was just sensible, the motherland rolled up an "unprecedented" wind. Yes, I was in the first grade of primary school that year. The school was closed, so we had to catch birds, fish, firewood and wild vegetables on the beach. Most people "grasp the revolution" and hold criticism meetings, but there is not a worker who repairs dikes and tamps beaches. I feel terrible, and I really want to listen to that rammed song: "Hey ... tell me about Zheng Xiaoxiao, ahem! His father is a secretary. Hey, ahem! Fishing is really a lot to feed, ahem ... "A trumpeter named Xu saw my second brother and third brother fishing a big basket of fish with their own small nets, and the fresh fish weighed two pounds; White fish, carp, etc. Improvised the scene of our Lao Zheng brothers fishing into a tamping song. We laughed, walked and listened while fishing. Ramming songs are accompanied by the sound of running water. ...
When digging wild vegetables, we dug Bai Yushi on the beach with a kitchen knife in our hands. Our friends call it flint. When there was no electricity in the town, we carried the white stone home with baskets and smashed it into small pieces. It's getting dark, and we are rubbing a white stone in one hand, hey! It's really a fire. In melancholy, I went home with Baishi, emptied my "treasure chest" and put it in carefully. The family is poor and has no money to buy toys. Most things are made by myself and yellow mud, such as tanks and cars. Is the "treasure chest" of childhood a treasure of naive fantasy, or do you want some comfort? I don't know.
The extension of time can never turn a beautiful story into mediocrity, and the corrosion of time can never melt sincere feelings.
The flowing water of the years has flowed through the beach for decades, and finally straightened its curved back and moved forward vigorously. Workers built a long bridge and made several ancient buildings in Dashuijing Ancient Buildings to facilitate pedestrians. Convenient for people to drink water. Used to irrigate the rice fields downstream.
Once, several children who haven't reached school age gathered around a newly installed water pump and jumped up and cheered happily: "The goddess of spring has scattered flowers ..." I walked up excitedly, and they asked noisily: "Uncle, can the water pump do magic?" "Uncle, why is the spray white?" "Uncle, can the pump spray fish?" "Uncle ..." Ah, ah, what an interesting question! The beach has changed, and so have the children. They don't think about "setting the sky" as I did when I was a child, but "can the pump spray fish?" Yes, yes, can the pump spray fish? I said excitedly, yes, yes, yes. ...
Now I go back to my hometown occasionally, and my long-cherished wish has already become a reality. You see, several fish ponds have been built downstream of the ancient buildings in Dashuijing Ancient Buildings. In the past, there were teaching buildings, hotels, cars, repair shops and so on in the north of the beach. Every time the sun sets, the fish in the pond jump out of the water high and bright, like Bai Lianhua in full bloom. I wandered onto the bridge and looked back. There was a loud flute in the distance, and the boatmen were casting nets, as if to pull the thriving fish pond forward together.
Ah, blue sky, white clouds, waves, evening breeze and my childhood memories, all of which are inherent in beaches, bridges, fish ponds and rice fields, so lovely and amiable. In order to make my hometown more beautiful, I would like to become a shining sand.
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