Writers, come on!! 10

Later, the part of the tragedy can be omitted as much as possible, and it does not fit the atmosphere, at least a few sentences should be brought over, and it should not be specifically described.

There's a lot of narrative in the whole article, but it's okay for your age, and it's best to add some emotional sentences between the narratives, and intersperse them with famous sentences.

For example, there is an old man and the old man of the people, if there is an old man, if there is a treasure and so on.

We can only give you advice and help you completely revise what won't make a big difference to your writing.

It's good, it's good, it's just every word, I really miss the feeling when I was a child. If you ask a so-called literature lover who is a few years older than you to come to this article, he may change it for you beyond recognition; If you let the real literary celebrities look at it, he may not move a word. You should be a sixth-grader, and this speech is best if you write about your own true feelings, because no literary scholar can write something like yours now, but you can write what they can write now--- if you insist on being yourself.

Dear teachers and students

In this cloudy and clear mountains, the autumn is high and refreshing, and it is the harvest season, orange, orange and yellow, golden cinnamon is fragrant, which makes people feel comfortable at the same time, have you ever thought about your grandparents?

In a few days, it will be the Chung Yeung Festival. The ninth day of the ninth lunar month is the traditional Double Ninth Festival in China, and it is also a warm "Old People's Day". In ancient China, nine was used as a yang number, the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the moon and the day were yang, the two yangs were heavy, and the two nines were overlapped, so it was called "Chongyang", also known as "Chongjiu".

On this day, people have to go to the heights and eat chongyang cakes to commemorate this festival.

In ancient times, there was a child named Huang Xiang, who lost his mother at the age of nine and was extremely filial to his father. In the hot summer, he always used the mosquitoes in the fan to drive away, and then invited his father to sleep; In the cold winter, every night, I always used my own body to warm my father's bedding before letting him lie down and rest. What filial piety!

In 1959, he returned to his hometown of Shaoshan, Hunan Province after many years of absence. During his short stay, he specially invited the old people of his hometown to gather for dinner, and when he toasted an old man in his 70s, the old man said: "The chairman toasts, how dare you."

But he smiled and said: "Respect for the elderly, it should be!" The story was told at the time.

From this little story, it is enough to see ***'s respect for the elderly. In daily life, maybe some people don't know how to toast tea to the elderly, on the contrary, it is the old people who serve tea to their grandchildren like slaves, serving and serving, just ask, don't you have no hands and feet? Can't you do something for the elderly?

Throughout the ages, all those who have achieved something have possessed this noble virtue. We should learn from primary school to honor and love our grandparents who work hard day and night, so that they can feel warm and happy.

However, tragedies often appear in front of our eyes: the old people raise their children up, and when they all start a family, they have no intention of repaying their kindness, so that the old people live in a dilapidated thatched hut, without three meals a day, and finally starve to death; Grandma Zhang's wife died early, she got up early and worked hard at night, so that the children got married one after another, and all of them lived very wealthy. Helplessly, Grandma Zhang had no choice but to commit suicide, and when she died, she was still wearing tattered clothes ......Isn't that a sobering fact?

May such a tragedy not be repeated, and may everyone in the world have a filial piety! May our world be a better place!

That's the end of my presentation, thank you.

Can't be too sad and generous! It's too much to do People say, see the truth in the plain, you try to write as naturally as possible, and then let everyone understand in secret. "Don't you have no hands or feet?"

Can't you do something for the elderly? These two rhetorical questions could be changed or even deleted.

Outrageous! "The Imagination of Money" is about an old man who finds a bag of banknotes, and as time goes by, the amount of money becomes more and more exaggerated, until the hawker takes it back and knows that it is actually only more than 200 yuan.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk. "The sun is about to set after a tiring day, and the sunset is reluctant to send the sun away.

The sun dragged the tired body and was about to leave, and the clouds came one after another to send the sun off. The bright light of the sun clothed the clouds with colorful clothes, and the colors of the clouds near the sun were brighter and brighter; Far away, blue-purple or dark red. In an instant, the sky turned colorful, not only blue, but also golden, pink, golden-red, dark red, and blue-purple, like a rainbow being cut and pasted everywhere.

This is, the sunset is like a shy little girl, blushing and coming.

The sunset failed to keep the sunset, and the sun continued to set. Sunset doesn't just stay in one place, like a naughty child, can't be idle for a moment. They are still wearing colorful clothes, which can really be described as full of colorful clouds.

Caixia reflects the mountain bag red, and the mountain shows a reddish color; Caixia reflects the red leaves, making the red leaves shine again; Caixia reflects the house red, making the house lively; Caixia makes people red and makes people full of enthusiasm. These reds are lively, deep, enthusiastic, and a little sad.

Eventually, the sun went down, leaving only some afterglow, and the color of the sunset darkened, and they floated between the mountains like ribbons.

When I go home and think of the sunset, what impresses me the most is the fantastic change, like a kaleidoscope, whether it is color or shape, it is always changing, sometimes like a golden horse, tirelessly galloping in the air; Sometimes like a golden-red rooster, at the dawn of dusk; Sometimes like a shy maiden, walking in the sky. Sometimes it is like a colorful ribbon, floating in the air and quietly floating into my heart.

The color of the sunset, the shape of the sunset, and the beauty of the sunset, like a girl in red, remained in the depths of my heart.

Clouds, and those floating leisurely in the clear blue sky, white and flawless. See! These colorful clouds, illuminated by the sunset, are as red as a burning fire, so beautiful!

The sunset is coming. The sunset, sometimes red, looks very gorgeous; Sometimes it is golden, showing a golden and brilliant scene, which can really be described as colorful. The range of the sunset is constantly expanding, one second, two seconds ......Suddenly, the sunset occupied the entire sky, smearing the blue sky with a layer of rouge.

The sunset is indeed beautiful, it restricts the dazzling light of the day, fades away the scorching heat of the noon, and shows a soft beauty like water in the quiet. The sunset in the west has clothed everything with a golden veil. In this quiet and warm, Sunset was like a shy girl, blushing, and slowly walked into the clouds.

The sunset is about to disappear completely. Suddenly, a strange glow erupted from the sky, and the wisps of clouds on the horizon were instantly dyed into a brilliant sunset, spreading a colorful brocade on the horizon: crimson, golden red, bright red, fiery red, pale red, ......It's like an overturned paint jar, swaying on the big canvas of the sky, and people can't help but admire it.

At this time, the sunset is almost red with blood, like a lot of blooming red peonies, spitting out the fragrance to the fullest.

The clouds on the side of the sunset are very different in color, sometimes lily, sometimes golden. One moment half purple and half yellow, one moment half gray and half lily. In the blink of an eye, it turned red sandalwood again, which is really colorful and endless!

The shape of the clouds is varied. Sometimes like clumps of cotton, sometimes like waves on the surface of a river, they change so naturally, so quickly, so wonderfully.

Looking, watching, I don't realize that the moon has set, but there is still an afterglow of reluctance on the horizon. I believe that tomorrow's sunset will be even more beautiful.

In the evening, after dinner, I took a leisurely step and came to the fish pond outside the dormitory, ** the beautiful scenery of the sunset in the fish pond.

Yes! The sunset, how beautiful, it is like a horse galloping for a while, like a lion roaring for a while, and like a flower blooming ...... for a whileAs I watched, my body felt light, as if I had become a sunset. After a while, a glow came, the sunset shone with brilliant brilliance, I opened my eyes slightly, and seven colors suddenly appeared in front of me: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, and my body seemed to be wrapped in color.

I looked down and saw that the turquoise fish pond looked like a big gourd-shaped gem. The sunset sprinkled the colorful soft light on the fish pond, like a velvet flower for the clear water. The fish in the pond were swimming leisurely in groups of three and five.

Sometimes they huddle together as if whispering. Sometimes they gaze at the sunset, as if discussing the strangeness of the sunset. The swimming of the fish attracted me, and it was as if a spectacle appeared in front of my eyes

Clusters of golden carp seem to be the glow of the pond. When I looked up, I saw the sunset in the sky, and it seemed to be a group of colored fish swimming in the sky.

There is a fountain on the left side of the fish pond, and the water that spouts out is like a colorful flower and a crystal pearl, and the sunset is even more colorful. These droplets of water sprinkled on the surface of the water, stirring up a little halo, rippling like a colored ring and rippling out ......There is a hexagonal pavilion in the pond with glazed tiles. People often play games here to eliminate the fatigue of work.

The strange rocks around the fish pond are craggy and varied, and the sunset sprinkles the brilliance on it, and it becomes a jewel. Some of the strange rocks resemble the Monkey King's ears and cheeks, and some resemble the overlapping mountains and ...... in a bonsaiThere are countless weeping willows planted on the edge of the fish pond. Its branches are graceful, a gust of wind blows, the weeping willows sway gently, and now it is dressed in the beautiful dress of the sunset, like a fairy in a colorful skirt, dancing ......

This gorgeous and colorful evening view of the fish pond makes people want to stand for a long time to watch, and want to chant a small poem, but also want to paint a color painting ......

Night fell, the sunset vanished, a bird flew over the water, and the fish were quiet.

Of course you can, semi-propositional essays are very easy to write, the beginning of the essay is just to give you a reference, if you don't have ideas, you can write according to the introduction at the beginning, if you have ideas, you can play freely, get the eyes, forgiveness, applause, it's okay, write like this, if you write brilliantly, you can get a high score, at least the topic is novel.

And I shed tears because of my mother's selfless love and dedication to me.

If there is any kind of love in the world that is selfless, it is the love of mothers for their children; If there is any kind of love in the world that can bring tears to our eyes, it is only the love of mothers for their children; If there is any kind of love in the world that can make us give up everything, it is the love of mothers for their children.

Mother, I can't repay you for your kindness to me. Only study hard now, so that you can be proud of me!

Tears do not have to be sad or humiliating. On that day, the tears I shed were all my filial piety to my mother.

I am not convinced by the title and content! What is the title of the essay? If it weren't for changing the essay title to tears.