Essay Wada Meiyu in My Heart .

The teacher is like a candle, silently paying for us without complaint.

My mother didn't know how to cook before I had me, but after I had me, because my father had to work overtime a lot, my mother didn't dare to eat anymore for the sake of my health, so I had to learn to cook. Since then, as long as it is a book related to cooking, TV shows and colleagues who can cook, my mother will not let go, I saw that my mother's delicate hands have more knife wounds and burns, I feel distressed, but my mother never wants to give up. As the saying goes, hard work pays off, and now my mother not only cooks, but also often creates some very nutritious foods that are very suitable for children, which attracts the children of the neighborhood to come to my house for dinner.

But behind all this, only I know what happened to my mother!

Mother's love is like a cool breeze - when I have sweat; My mother's love was like tears - when I was sick, my mother waited anxiously for me; Mother's love sedan key is a flower folding umbrella - when I encounter the wind and rain outside, laughing and sailing; Mother's love is a warm harbor ......

Plain and insipid maternal love.

On the road in the village, the soil can not reach the surface of the feet, and a group of people walk by, bringing up the wind and dust all the way. Two or three-year-old children, barefoot and barefoot, playing in the soil, living like mud dolls, seeing the living, the only bright big eyes blinked. The children who go to school are out of school and help the adults in the fields.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on this land, and the time was so long, desolate and tragic.

This is Owada.

The rural scenery is desirable and you can see the true beauty of nature.

Walking on the rural road, you will see a few children herding cattle on both sides of the road, and the cows are grazing leisurely.

When you come to the river, walk on the single-plank bridge and look down, the river water is crystal clear, and the fish are playing freely. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, like agate. There is a large field of small wildflowers by the river, like pearls, sparkling.

Continue along the winding path, and there is a field of rape flowers on the side of the road. It has just rained recently, and there are small shiny water droplets on the rape flowers. From afar, it twinkles and twinkles, like stars in the sky blinking their eyes.

When the breeze blows, it turns into a sea of gold, and you can faintly see bees collecting honey and butterflies dancing.

People in the countryside live in the tulou, and love to build a melon shed in front of them, plant some grapes, loofahs, pumpkins, and let the melon vines climb to the melon shed and climb to the roof, so that it becomes the decoration next to the door of the rural tulou.

The rural scenery does not have the high-rise buildings in the city, the prosperity in the city, and the brilliant lights in the city at night, but the farmhouse courtyard with strong fragrance, the aroma of the soil, and the green fields make ** forget to return.

My hometown is in Qingtian, and Qingtian has three treasures: stone carving, bayberry and field fish. Of the three, I love the beautiful stone sculptures the most.

Qingtian stone carving has become a genre of its own, rushing and magnificent, delicate and exquisite, and has both form and spirit. Its colors are so colorful that it looks like a diamond! It's more gorgeous than a diamond.

Let's say it's like a crystal! It is more colorful than crystal. Qingtian stone carving is favored by the world, not only because of the exquisite carving, but also because of the preciousness of its carrier Qingtian stone.

Cao Xueqin's inscription poem "Self-Inscription Painting Stone" praises Qingtian Stone. Seeing this, you may ask, what is the relationship between Qingtian Shi and Cao Xueqin? Actually, there is a well-known story in this!

After more than ten years of brewing and conceiving, the outline of the "Dream of Red Mansions" has been roughly drawn up, only the beginning part, I always feel that it is not ideal, especially the names of several main characters and heroes and heroines have not yet been decided, so it is still a piece of his heart. This year, he came to Qingtian in southern Zhejiang, because he had heard that Qingtian stone carving was very famous, he specially rushed to ask a famous artist to carve a statue for him. Here he looked at tens of thousands of stone carvings with nostalgia, the lifelike figures, the vivid spring and autumn fruits, and the strange landscapes and forests.

He was amazed. He thought, if it weren't for the ingenuity of God, how could it be so exquisite? On a starry night, the stone carver told him about the magical legend of Qingtian stone carving.

The story begins with Nuwa mending the sky. Since Pangu opened the world, Nuwa has refined 36,500 stones in the Great Wilderness Mountain in order to make up for the sky. Because she splattered her own blood on the stones many times during the refining of the stones, after the stones were refined, they were all colorful and radiant, which is the origin of the colorful glow in the sky.

Later, the remaining piece was used, and this one was the first to enter the furnace, and the last to be baked, and the refining time was longer than that of other stones, so its color was more gorgeous, the texture was more pure, and it could also be transformed into various characters as you like. Now, it saw that the colored stones that had been refined with it had all their own places, emitting strange brilliance in the sky, and it had become a position, and it envied them in its heart! Therefore, it is willing to bless all peoples.

Emperor Wa nodded and pointed to the southeast with his hand, and said softly"Okay, get there! "Yun Caishi listened, said goodbye, and Nuwa rose into the air and flew towards Lingyun.

It flies through the air to find the poorest places on earth. Fly, fly, I don't know how many mountains I flew, I don't know how many rivers I flew, I flew for forty-nine days, suddenly, on the coast of the East China Sea, there was a barren mountain and bald ridge with no grass, this place seemed to have just been flooded, the land was lifeless, sparsely populated.