At noon, when I was immersed in piles of food, when I was full of praise for the delicious food on the table, when I waved chopsticks and sent daffodil tofu to my mouth like a colorful square, when I was peeling crabs as red as fire, as hard as stone and as beautiful as a bag ... My grandfather asked me, "Xiao Yang! So (a) why (a) people who ride (me) three rounds (cars) all day look (yes) so (a)? "
"Xie Yangfei!"
Xie has a pile of fat, can't walk, and rubs my grandfather's tricycle all day!
I replied in Siyang dialect: "Control (solve) flying!"
"ah? Has the scorpion sprouted? "
Grandpa is usually unsmiling, but just now, I saw the smile in his eyes Oh, I forgot, grandpa is from Hai 'an. He doesn't know any Mandarin or Siyang dialect. He speaks Haian dialect all day, but he only listens to Haian dialect.
Looking at the crab on the table, "crab" and "solution" are homophonic! I know how to pronounce "crab" in Hai 'an dialect. Just Pang Hai (Crab)!
"Pang Haihai" and "Bohai, I know!"
Since then, grandpa has kindly shouted "sea bean sprouts!" every time he saw Xie.
(2) baldness
Three years ago, we went back to our hometown to attend my great-grandmother's funeral. At the funeral, a group of monks sat there chanting. Mom said it was to help my great-grandmother cross over. After the incident, someone took Gou Xianbi away and wrote something on the white account.
I asked, "Do people have to pay when they die?"
My mother looked at me with an ignorant face and replied bitterly: "The classics of monks are all in vain!" " "
It seems that these monks are really the so-called "sober people" in the world of mortals.
I looked at the writer and saw that he picked up a pen and traced it on the white post for a long time, but he did not put pen to paper. "How to write live mulberry (monk)?"
Scratching my ears and scratching my cheeks, I wrote the word "bald" in desperation.
Writers and artists do not become famous overnight, and they often experience unbearable hardships in life. Just look at the scene where they are so obsessed with entering the role when experiencing life, and you can get a glimpse of it. Here are a few short stories that may inspire you.
Shi Naian is surrounded by mountains, towering old trees and gloomy forests. Shi Naian came to a big tree, took a look, climbed up along the trunk, sat on the branch and looked around warily, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, a sika deer roared past, followed by a thunder and a colorful tiger jumped out of the forest. The following is a thrilling scene in which a hungry tiger jumps on food and scares a deer to escape. Shi Naian was fascinated, and it was not until the tiger walked away for a long time that he slipped down from the tree. This is the scene when Shi Naian went up the mountain to see the tiger when he wrote The Water Margin.
Liu Qing looked for Liu Qing, the author of the famous book "The History of Entrepreneurship". When she was experiencing life in Huangfu Village, Chang 'an County, Shaanxi Province, she wanted to write a scene in which a village woman scolded the street, but she had no real feelings. He heard that there was a woman in the village who was "distinctive" and wanted her to "perform". One day after work, this woman happened to pass by Liu Qing's door. Liu Qing pretended not to pay attention, poured a basin of water on her, and didn't apologize. She turned and went back to her house. I saw her all wet, with one hand akimbo and one hand pointing at Liu Qingpo standing at the door, her feet drumming on the ground. With this personal experience, Liu Qing's cursing image of village women is vividly written.
Dickens Begging One morning, the maid of Dickens, a great English writer, was preparing lunch in the kitchen and saw a beggar hovering at the door. The beggar tugged at the broken felt hat from time to time, as if to cover his face. "Ah. Will it be a thief! " The maid was very scared and was about to shout when the beggar suddenly said, "Stop shouting, Esther, it's me!" " "The maid saw that the beggar was Dickens, the shopkeeper." What's wrong with you, sir! What happened? "I just want a bowl of soup." "Oh, my God! Are you begging? " "Yes, I don't know what it's like for a tramp to ask for a bowl of soup, so ..."
Jack London pretends to be a sailor 1902 In August, a poor man came to a slum in east London. He claimed to be a wandering American sailor. Judging from his talk, rickety posture and tattered clothes, people concluded that he was really a poor sailor. This enthusiastic sailor is willing to make friends with everyone and wants to know everything. During the day, he haunts workers' families and refugee shelters. He stood in line with the refugees to get bread, and lay in the street or park with the poor, chatting with people all the time. People like this sailor very much and are willing to tell him the truth. At night, the sailor hid in an unknown place and wrote down what he saw, heard and thought. In these precious records, there are wonderful words and touching stories, which have accumulated a lot of material for his novel creation. Three months later, the sailor returned to America with a suitcase. Soon, the materials in the box were arranged into a close-up and published "People in the Abyss". Only then did people know that the man pretending to be a sailor was Jack London, a famous American progressive novelist.
Flaubert "took poison" One day, the famous French writer Flaubert suddenly felt unwell all over, as if he were delirious. He lay with his eyes half closed and put down his pen ... His relatives and friends were worried. The doctor was called in. The doctor patiently and carefully checked Flaubert's heartbeat, blood pressure and pulse … and then asked him how he felt. "Nausea, headache, general malaise. Like-like the feeling of dying by taking poison ... "Flaubert said slowly. Everyone was surprised. The doctor thought for a moment and then asked, "What did you do before you got sick?" Flaubert raised his head slightly and said, "I, I just wrote that Emma Bovary died of poison in Madame Bovary ..." "Oh!" The doctor finally understood.
Qi Baishi began to look at shrimp. The shrimp, long arms and trunk painted by Qi Baishi did not change much, and most of the long beards were painted in six long lines. Qi Baishi is very dissatisfied with himself. So, he put a sea bowl on the desk at home, and raised a few lively shrimps in the bowl. Qi Baishi lies beside the bowl every day and carefully observes the activities of the shrimps. Once, he observed that the shrimps were fighting hand to hand. At first, the two armies confronted each other, and the two sides moved slowly, as if looking for each other's weak links as a breakthrough. Then, the shrimps all raised their pliers and fought bravely, which was inseparable. The old man Baishi was attracted by this spectacle of shrimp and observed the end of the "battle". After long-term careful and patient observation, Qi Baishi became familiar with the habits of shrimp. After that, his shrimp paintings became more vivid.
Mei Lanfang, a master of Beijing Opera, performed many details that surprised women, and he performed them vividly. To this end, he has worked hard and pondered. One day, when he came home from work, he saw his wife concentrating on sorting clothes. He had a brainwave, grabbed an orchid porcelain basin next to him and threw it on the ground. There was a loud bang and the porcelain basin was broken. When his wife looked back in horror, at this moment, Mei Lanfang accurately captured his wife's expression. Later, he practiced repeatedly according to his wife's expression at that time, interspersed in the play, and portrayed the characters vividly.
Cheng is a famous Peking Opera performer, and she keeps improving her skills. When she was young, she was fascinated by practicing catwalks. One day, he saw several people carrying sedan chairs in Qianmen Street, and their steps were very steady and harmonious. He thought it would be nice if the runway of Beijing Opera Tsing Yi could walk so steadily! So he couldn't help following others and walked several miles unconsciously. After returning home, he immediately practiced in the yard. He practiced step by step with a bowl of water on his head, and his back ached with fatigue. But he kept on practicing hard, and finally reached the point where he walked freely without splashing water, and created a set of steady, dignified and flexible dance steps.
Cao Yu visited the chicken hair shop three times. When Cao Yu wrote Sunrise, he visited the chicken hair shop three times in order to collect materials. It turned out that he made an appointment with two drug-addicted beggars and taught him to sing some treasures. Perhaps because he was wearing a coat and was suspected by two beggars to be a spy of the police station, he was afraid to come. Cao Yu had to brave the cold in the middle of the night to go to the lowest inn-"chicken hair shop" to find the two men. But it made a "down-and-out hero" who looked like an eight-point drunk criminal misunderstand. He did it and almost blinded Cao Yu's eyes. Cao Yu learned his lesson. He changed his face and made friends with the black trinity. With a pencil and white paper hidden in his pocket, he sneaked into the lower classes of society, and finally became familiar with many bizarre characters and wrote a well-known work like Sunrise.
There is a pen on the desk-indeed.
There is a piece of paper on the desk-yes.
You can write it on paper-record my first day.
In the summer of 20xx, stepping on the morning sunshine, I entered junior high school for me. Now that a year has passed, I look back at Grade One.
Starting from "green barracks, colorful military training", I took the first step in junior high school life. During military training, I learned to stand up and fold the bedding, and the little emperor who used to be at home also bowed his head proudly. Talking to my classmates about primary school life before going to bed at night, I don't know. Soon I found out that I had integrated into junior high school. I grew up under the tempering of military training.
The first day of my life was interesting, and I grew up happily.
On the basketball court, the perfect combination of quick passing, brisk jumping, accurate shooting and loud shouting has become a beautiful landscape on the playground. There is a force on the field that can make rocks crack, rivers flow upstream, ice and snow melt, the wind blows without moving, and the fog is heavy without losing its direction. This is unity. This game is not wonderful, even different from NBA, but because of unity, I will keep it in mind.
The first day of my life is interesting, and I am proud of unity.
The spring breeze is cold and the heart is not cold. In the dedication of love, what cold can break it? Walking in the early morning breeze, we set off happily to raise money for a complete stranger. Although the students only heard her story, they all tried their best to finish their work. The sun rises and sets, with young leaves, and we are on our way home.
The first day of my life was very interesting, and I learned the joy of helping others.
Oriental land, let's sail and sail, braving the wind and waves. Orienteering, I learned to tell the direction; There are many people and many feet, and the students unite as one; I learned a lot from the trip to the Science and Technology Museum. It was my stomach that taught me to fly solo in ..................................................................................................................................................................... After I returned to China, I may not have given up, but I gained a lot.
The first day of my life is interesting. I am mature and happy.
This is my first day, and I chose the most wonderful clips as my permanent memories.
In summer, I once stood in the military camp and grew up happily.
In autumn, I used to cheer for my classmates on the playground, and I was proud of unity.
In winter, I am active in the land of the East, and I am excited about my maturity.
In spring, I raised money for her, and my heart was moved by love.
It's summer again, and I'm recording my first day at my desk. These memories make me very happy. ...
Interesting Life Composition 4 Singing
In our class six (seven), I have always had a high respect for singing. The computers in our class are all songs downloaded by my classmates. As soon as we have a music class, the whole Yucheng Building will resound with our songs: Look, Xu Huichao in our class opens his voice and makes his unique dolphin sound, which makes the students dizzy and want to vomit; The first group of the "Four Heavenly Kings" over there also organized his wannabe and sang happily. One by one blushed as if he had just escaped from the sauna; You see, I saw Xiang, the so-called "unbeaten king of songs", bragging just after singing a sentence and being cursed-suddenly a piece of chalk flew out and hit Xiang in the head. We are all interested in following suit. Jay Chou, JJ Lin, spread music to every corner of the world!
play basketball
Basketball is another great pleasure in our class. If there is no music to sing, everyone will turn to the basketball court to charge. Every shot is accompanied by countless laughter: "Dean of Psychiatry" Huang is an out-and-out "mental patient", shouting with a ball in his mouth: "No one escaped! I am mentally ill! " Finally, he threw it out of bounds with his unskilled technology; Some tall people raised the ball above their heads and began to be mean, as if more than a dozen Haimi dogs were fighting for the ball together. I am good at this sport. As the saying goes, a wise head makes a close mouth-just standing there guarding the rebound and not easily touching the ball. I didn't have a chance to get the ball and throw it into my own basket. I still have a sense of accomplishment in my heart. We also opened the door to the European nba and threw it to the world. Catch lobster
In the scorching sun and heat of Xia Zhishi, we are surrounded by streams again. At this time, when the upright crayfish were active, they were distributed in their respective territories and climbed on the stream scorched by the sun, which aroused great interest of the students. Everyone took buckets, buckets, fishing nets and nets, and soon caught the mighty crayfish. Sometimes, after catching lobsters, everyone takes off their clothes and jumps into the stream. You splash me with water, and I splash you with water, like a group of shrimps, soldiers and crabs will play in the water. In the end, everyone became a drowned rat. You look at me, I look at you, and laughter echoes in the stream. We will also develop aquatic products for the motherland and prosper.