Imitate the text One Side 45, imitate the text One Side .

On a lazy afternoon, a casual look back is like a deep footprint, truly expanding into every dull day.

Inscription In the winding alley, there is a quaint little shop with one of the owner's favorite paintings, Qi Baishi's shrimp. Only four lifelike shrimp were drawn on the paper, and the rest of the place was not painted. I was confused, but I didn't have time to pay attention, so I glanced at it and hurried by.

The atmosphere in the house was cold, the air around me was frozen, and the lights in the dining room cast a yellowish glow that illuminated my frosty face. Mom spoke first: "Am I not doing it right?"

At least until you're eighteen years old, I'm your guardian, so what's the point of looking at your diary? "I ate with my head down and was silent. "Besides, Mom cares about you when she reads your diary, doesn't she?

Silence, still boundless silent ......

After the meal, I locked myself in the room by myself, looking at the diary that my mother had turned page by page, and I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. After a long time, I lifted the pen and gently touched this on the paper

January 2, 2008 Weather Overcast Mood sour.

I used to be a girl who loved to inquire, but now, when my privacy is in plain sight, I can't tell what it was like at that time.

Our life is always divided into several parts, but there is always a part that belongs to us, allowing us to doodle and play the colors of youth to our heart's content. Because that's a void that belongs to us!

Leave someone a little blank!

Putting down the pen, I seemed to be relieved of something, and suddenly, I remembered that time in the afternoon, the small shop in the retrospective, the painting in the small shop! There is no pen in the blank space, but it makes people feel that the paper is full of water!

A smile bloomed on the corner of my mouth as I remembered that side, that blank ......

I don't know, it's hard, who has a way?

The first volume of the sixth grade of the People's Education Edition, the case of "the combination of reading and writing", the case of "combining reading and writing": taking the fifth unit as an example to study the process materials.

1. Original text. His face was yellow and white, so thin that it made people worry, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but he was in good spirits and did not look a little decadent. The hair was about an inch long, and it was obviously not cut for a long time, but it stood straight on end one by one.

The beard is very eye-catching, like the word "one" written in thick ink.

2. Imitation. His face was scrawny and thin, he had just been seriously ill, he had no energy, and he was obviously a little decadent. My hair is also messy, I haven't taken care of it for a long time, and it looks dirty. But his face was not dirty, and there was no stubble.

3. Corrections. Describe Yuan Longping.

He was skinny, thin, over 80 years old, a little rickety, but in good spirits, and he took a staggering step to see his rice.

Fourth, the imitation process.

1.Rethink. At the beginning, the imitation of the characters was not prominent, and I couldn't see what I had learned, and the characters were very messy, and it was confusing to read.

The characters at the time of the first revision were not familiar to me in my daily life, but only imaginary. The figure is not specific, and this person does not exist at all. Imitation is the imitation of the original text, imitating the way of description, not simply writing according to the article, but choosing the right characters from one's own life, imitating the author's way of describing the characters, writing.

Be emphatic about what you've learned. Write the characters concretely, and the character image is more prominent. Such as:

With Baoyu in his mouth, as soon as he said this, he knew that it was Jia Baoyu.

2.Modification process.

After the revision, even if I don't say it, I know that I wrote about Grandpa Yuan Longping, who threw himself on rice in order to feed the Chinese. Every day, I shuttle back and forth in the test field.

3.Mentality. From having ideas to writing more and more blurred, to now the character image is very three-dimensional, I don't say that Grandpa Yuan cares about the poor people very much, and wants everyone to have enough to eat, it can also be seen that Grandpa Yuan, who is in his 90s, is still engaged in the experimental field.

At first, the characters were very three-dimensional, and I could imagine the characters in my head, but later I changed them more and more blurred. It feels like the characters are getting farther and farther away, and it's very unfamiliar.

4. Reflection. Through the interpretation of the article, the author uses portrait description and appearance description to show Lu Xun's strong and resolute character.

Before I carefully interpreted the article, there was nothing special about the character description, and there was no uniqueness in the character description, and the article was mediocre. After reading the article, the author described Lu Xun's appearance in a contrasting way, he was very thin but with spirit, and it was not difficult to see that the author described Lu Xun from the characteristics of hair and beard described by the author.

Growing up, I have experienced many things, and they want to be page after page, echoing in my mind. There was one person in them that stuck with me, even though I only had a one-sided acquaintance with her.

It was a raging afternoon with a raging wind, and the north wind was blowing "whirring", and the thunder had just sounded, and the heavy rain was falling like a curtain of beads with broken threads. I was holding my umbrella and walking on the way home, when suddenly, a cool breeze hit, and I couldn't help but yawn, only to feel that the road was as cold as a cellar, and the cold air kept drilling up the trouser tube. The people on the road all wore raincoats and held umbrellas, and hurried home.

When I walked to the door, I saw the garbage pile opposite my house - because of the rain, I could only vaguely see a thin, short old man, kneading a bamboo branch in his hand, tossing and turning in the garbage heap. It can't be a cleaner with such a heavy rain, right? With questions, I walked over.

It turned out to be an old cleaner in her sixties, she was extremely thin and thin, with a slightly hunched back and a weather-beaten face full of wrinkles. She wears a small black mask, a tattered raincoat and a pair of old rain boots. The cleaner cleans up the garbage very carefully – she holds a shovel in her left hand and a broom in her right hand, first sweeps the garbage into the shovel, then clamps the shovel with the broom, and finally uses the shovel to "send" the garbage into the garbage truck.

I couldn't help but ask, "Grandma! Are you still cleaning up garbage after such heavy rain?

Wouldn't it be okay to clean up again tomorrow when the weather is fine? At this time, the old woman wiped the rain from her body, (I couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat) and then sneezed, ah! The old grandmother is sick.

But the old lady didn't care about her illness, she picked up the broom again, and said to me as she cleaned it, "No! If I don't clean up this garbage today, then more bacteria will be produced, and then the smell will be overwhelming, so your health will be affected, and the appearance of the city will be affected!

Listening to her words, I looked up at the cleaner, and saw that her dark face was covered with deep wrinkles like a knife, and her thin body was like a dry mummy. I was stunned, stupid plus size people would look down on the cleaners because of their humble status, think they were dirty, and avoid them everywhere when they see them. But who would have thought that on this rainy day, in this inconspicuous place, almost no one would find this "urban beautician", let alone praise her, but she still did her duty in that ordinary position.

Her spirit is worth learning from.

To this day, whenever I see the garbage on the edge of the garbage heap, I think of the old cleaner with whom I had only met face-to-face cleaning up the garbage in the pouring rain. I can't forget her, I can't forget this she who has influenced my life, she taught me the truth of being a human being, taught me the true meaning of life, and taught me that people live in the world to contribute to the ...... of others

Blur should faintly I am getting closer and closer to the pharmacy.