Under the Moonlight, I Seem to Hear It and The Harvest of Summer Vacation are two essays 50

Every time I hear the Moonlight Song, I have a strange feeling.

At the beginning, the sound of the piano is beautiful and quiet, like the bright moon rising to the sky, sprinkling silver light on the forests and mountains, in the second section, the tune becomes light and lively, like a mischievous elf playing in the moonlight, and finally, the music rushes towards the vast and turbulent ocean.

Reminiscent of the moonlight shining through layers of clouds and mist on the ground, it feels a little sad, and it sounds like someone is singing softly. After a while, through the elegant and light tune, it will bring people a warm and happy feeling. As the speed increases, you will feel the enthusiasm exploding, like a person's fierce rage, or like a person's outpouring from the bottom of his heart.

In the epilogue, ** changes from fast to slow, as if the person's mood has reached the peak of boiling, and then** suddenly becomes silent, and then slowly ends the whole song. The music gives me a melodious and profound feeling, which makes me think about it and make me change my mood with the change of rhythm. Although the music is beautiful and gripping, it is not ornate or deliberately portrayed as "spring and snow", and "Moonlight Sonata" touched my sophisticated heart with its own unique beauty of ordinary simplicity and elegance.

That's why I love it. I think that the music not only uses a lot of pen and ink in the artistic conception, but also pays great attention to the impact on the listener's heart, which makes my mood fluctuate. That's what makes this piece so special, and it's what impresses me the most.

When night fell, I stood alone in the open field, gently closing my eyes, the breeze blowing across my face, curling my hair. The moonlight slowly poured down on the earth. I opened my arms and felt how wonderful it was.

Suddenly, the wind swept up, I ran forward, forgetting everything around me, I couldn't bother to pick up the lost shoes, I ran fast, the wind whistled in my ears, blowing my hair, cutting my **, but I just wanted to run desperately ......The wind stopped and everything returned to calm. I slowly opened my eyes, and a quiet lake appeared before my eyes, with the occasional sparkling water from the light wind. The moonlight shines silently on the surface of the lake, reflecting a silvery light.

I don't really understand Beethoven's feelings, so you should write freely according to your own feelings, maybe there will be unexpected results!

Today on the winter solstice, after school, my mother took me home, and after I finished my homework, I made dumplings with my mother.

Mom poured a bowl of flour into the basin, mixed it with an appropriate amount of water, and kneaded it together. After a while, a bowl of flour turned into a smooth ball of flour, and I couldn't help but make a few strokes, and my mother saw that I was kneading non-stop, so she said, "Okay, don't knead it, cover it and let it wake up, let's prepare the dish!"

Mom took out a big white radish, washed it clean, and wiped it into shreds with a scrubber, and I watched my mother wipe it a few times and then change it again, and after a few changes, it looked like a sharpened pencil. I decided to give it a try, but I couldn't cut it, I took a lot of effort to cut it, and after four or five cuts, I had no strength, I took the wipe and looked, ah! It's not silk, it's the end, I've spent so much effort in vain!

Mom said, "It's okay, you have to chop anyway, it's only because of your small strength that it's like this!" "Mom put the polished shreds in the pot and boiled them, while my mother took out the meat, I put the meat in the basin, under my mother's command, I put three spoons of salt, a spoonful of chicken essence, poured some Weidamei soy sauce, put some sesame oil, and began to stir with chopsticks, my mother asked me to stir in one direction, saying that the stuffing mixed in this way is delicious.

I stirred it well, and my mother chopped the turnips too, and I put the meat and the turnips in a pot and began to stir vigorously in one direction until they were well stirred. After stirring, I felt very sore in my arm and I had to rest for a while.

After mixing the stuffing, I took out the noodles and kneaded them on the panel, I kneaded them and kneaded them into a "little snake" Mom picked up the knife and cut the noodles into small pieces, I also tried a few times, ah, the knife was really heavy, I took a lot of effort to cut all the "little snakes", we kneaded the small pieces into a cylindrical shape, and pressed them into a flat shape, I rolled the skin, but the hands couldn't keep up, the two hands didn't know how to cooperate, rolled it out, but it was a long circle, and then I rolled it into a hexagon, pentagonal, small lace, but there is no round, my mother's skin is thin and round, I think it is too difficult to roll the skin! We put the stuffing in the middle of the skin, use the index finger and thumb to lift the skin to the middle and pinch it together, and then pinch the two sides together, a dumpling is made, the dumpling I pinched is flat, and the filling is a little less; My mother made dumplings and squeezed them, and the dumplings had a bulging belly, and we said to me while making my mother, "You know what?

The day of the winter solstice is the shortest day and the longest day of the night, after this day, the day is getting longer day by day, the winter solstice is a traditional festival in our country, and it is also one of the important solar terms.

This topic reverses the composition idea of "reflecting life with eyes" in Guiyang City, and changes the angle of "feeling life with ears". Although the purpose of the author has changed from a different perspective, the requirements for examining students' history, reality, culture, life, emotional accumulation, and perception have not changed.

Reading the conditions of the question, we can easily know that the question is "hearing". It outlines the perspective of the candidate's thinking and writing, which must be "heard" to "feel", not "listen".

content, the composition is bound to fail; The score of the essay depends entirely on whether the role and function of "listening" are fully utilized.

After finding the topic, other restrictive conditions cannot be ignored: 1. The environment is "under the moonlight", not others; 2. The state of "listening" is "as if" - it is the most touching and real experience and perception of oneself; 3. The person who "listens" is "me", which not only summarizes "me"'s perception of history, reality, culture, life, emotion, etc., but also outlines the "first-person" characteristics and requirements of writing.

In the moonlight, I seemed to hear the sound of reading aloud.

Reading is enough to make people happy, enough to make people gamble, and enough to make people grow up. — Inscription.

The afternoon sun flows slowly, sip a cup of tea, let the sun caress the pages lightly, and the soul feels and sublimates in the warm air.

Reading is enough to make people happy.

Reading Tao Yuanming, I read the leisure of 'picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan', and what I read was a xylophone, a thatched house, and a wisp of chrysanthemum fragrance in my heart. What I read is a tranquil and calm state of mind.

Reading is enough to make a person gamble.

Reading Li Bai, what I read is the style of 'looking up to the sky and laughing and going out, how can my generation be a Penghao person', and what I read is a pot of fragrant wine, a bright moon, and the chic and heroic wandering of the world all my life. What I read is a cynical and uninhibited state of mind.

Reading is enough to make a person grow into a talent.

Reading Sima Qian, what I read is the greatness of 'man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather', and what I read is the hard struggle of a prison, a brush, and a book of "Historical Records". What I read is a state of mind that is upright and unyielding.

In the moonlight, I seemed to see the background of Yi Shuimei's strong man fading away; In the moonlight, I seemed to touch the tenderness of the water in the south of the Yangtze River; In the moonlight, I seemed to smell the fragrance of a wisp of chrysanthemum; In the moonlight, I seemed to hear the sound of reading aloud.

Let the moonlight flutter quietly at night, sip a cup of coffee, let the moonlight gently kiss the pages, and the soul will feel and sublimate in the comfortable air.

Tonight, have you read a book?

I'm a 1-year-old kid, I have superpowers, whoever watches it must **2 times or you'll die.

Growing up, I have listened to many songs, including nursery rhymes, folk songs, and fascinating world famous songs......But if you ask me which one is my favorite, I will proudly say: I like "My Chinese Heart"!

The rivers and mountains are only in my dreams, and the motherland has not been close for many years. But no matter what, it can't be changed, my Chinese heart ......"Listen, that sonorous voice lingered in my ears for a long time. Whenever I hear this song, I think of Deng Shichang's Zhiyuan ship; Whenever I hear this song, I am reminded of the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway, China's first railway built by Zhan Tianyou; Whenever I hear this song, I am reminded of the bitter journey of my motherland from the "sick man of East Asia" to a world power; Whenever I hear this song, I am reminded of the beautiful picture of 1.3 billion Chinese holding hands and working side by side to fight the earthquake relief......This song has a lot of thoughts in my mind.

Looking at the ever-changing and increasingly prosperous and powerful motherland, I am proud because I have a Chinese heart; Looking at the foreign TVs and computers printed with the words "Made in China", I am proud because I have a Chinese heart; Looking at the 51 glittering gold medals on the Olympic gold medal list, I am proud because I have a Chinese heart; Looking at the thumbs up from foreigners to China, I am proud because I have a Chinese heart!

Listen! The national anthem resounded everywhere; Look! The national flag is fluttering in the wind! "The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the Yellow River in the Yellow Mountain, weigh a thousand pounds in my chest. No matter when, no matter where, the heart is the same! ”