Little Franz was really angry when he saw Prussian soldiers practicing. He picked up a stone and threw it at them, but it was too far away. It was raining lightly in the sky, and little Franz thought, Alas, God is sad that we have lost our land and can't speak French.
Birds flying in the sky seem to feel sad for them, too. Walking on the road, people are also very sad in weather like this. The German flag was erected in the center of the town, and the French flag landed slowly.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he spat at the German flag. He went to the bulletin board and tore up the order not to teach French.
I took a piece of paper and wrote: Long live France, Germans go away! We are French. We speak French. Unfortunately, a Prussian soldier saw it and beat up little Francis.
Soon, the story spread in the town, and the villagers regarded it as a hero. Little Franz studied French at home instead of German at school.
People in the town are still speaking French, and some people have joined the uprising troops. There are three principals who teach German.
Little French people will never forget that they are French. Every morning, he would shout to the sky, "Long live France!" However, this was often beaten by Prussian soldiers, but he persisted. Finally, he joined the uprising troops. After years of fighting, he finally drove away the Germans and people were free again.
2. Continue to write the last lesson. Farewell, flowers in the yard; Farewell, birds in the yard; And you, dear Mr. Hamel, goodbye ... I turned around and wiped my tears with my hand. When I walked into the street, Vahit, the blacksmith in the town, was packing his things with his disciples and preparing to escape from the city under his clutches.
That unlucky thing, the bulletin board, is still standing in its place, but the people watching it are gradually gone. I probably don't want to be unlucky with it! Cloudy and windy. The thrush is still squatting on the tree in the morning, but it seems to be in a bad mood.
Because it didn't sing as happily as it did in the morning, but stared at everyone on the road. Maybe it wants to find out the culprit from the crowd that makes everyone unhappy. This look, in the eyes of just people, represents everyone's voice; But if it is in the eyes of evil people like robbers, it will become horrible, terrible and a little creepy.
On the grass behind the sawmill, Prussian soldiers ran with the slogan "121". They want to trample the whole city of Alsace under their feet. This kind of person is disgusting, I thought, and kicked the stones on the side of the road.
Ouch! It hurts. Rotten stones, rotten stones, even you bully us, just like those bandits Prussian soldiers, big bad guys and rotten eggs.
I walked on and it was getting dark. At this moment, I suddenly had an idea: Does this indicate that we are getting closer and closer to the rule of darkness? Thought of here, I can't help shuddering. 3. Little Franz was walking on his way to school, thinking: After the last French class, I still didn't fully master French. I must learn French through my own efforts.
Little Franz was really angry when he saw Prussian soldiers practicing. He picked up a stone and threw it at them, but it was too far away. It was raining lightly in the sky, and little Franz thought, Alas, God is sad that we have lost our land and can't speak French.
Birds flying in the sky seem to feel sad for them, too. Walking on the road, people are also very sad in weather like this. The German flag was erected in the center of the town, and the French flag landed slowly.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he spat at the German flag. He went to the bulletin board and tore up the order not to teach French.
I took a piece of paper and wrote: Long live France, Germans go away! We are French. We speak French. Unfortunately, a Prussian soldier saw it and beat up little Francis.
Soon, the story spread in the town, and the villagers regarded it as a hero. Little Franz studied French at home instead of German at school.
People in the town are still speaking French, and some people have joined the uprising troops. There are three principals who teach German.
Little French people will never forget that they are French. Every morning, he would shout to the sky, "Long live France!" However, this was often beaten by Prussian soldiers, but he persisted. Finally, he joined the uprising troops. After years of fighting, he finally drove away the Germans and people were free again.
After class, I walked alone in the street with my schoolbag on my back, feeling sad and angry, thinking: Why didn't I study so hard before? I skipped class to find the bird's nest and went skating on the Saar River ... Now it's too bad, the last lesson of this French class is over, and I can't learn French anymore. How regretful I am to think of this. I wish I could go back to the past, take my first French class, start over and study hard.
However, this is impossible. I came home with a heavy heart.
My mother saw me and came up to me and said, "children, I heard that you will never learn French again, and your teacher, Mr. Hamel, is leaving here." I said, "That's right, Mom.
I ... I really regret that I didn't study hard at first, and now I can't even take French class. I really regret it! "I said, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"Don't be sad, son, just remember that you are French, even if you don't know French." Mom said: "In fact, your grades are poor, and our parents are also responsible.
We never care about your study, never ask about your study, which makes you lazy and don't like studying. Don't we often let you work in the fields and don't let you study? In retrospect, I really regret it! "Dad said, and said, and came back.
He said, "On the way here just now, I saw many students seeing off your teacher, Mr. Hamel. Why are you at home? " After listening to my father's words, I hurried out of the house and chased Mr. Hamel away. I gently wiped the dust off my textbook and slowly stuffed it into my schoolbag.
I don't think I can go to French class again tomorrow. Hamel came to my mind first.
Write a short essay of 150 words on the way home. On the way home, 10, 1 arrived. My mother and uncle took me back to my hometown and wrote 250 words on the way home.
On the highway, I saw the beautiful scenery through the window. On both sides of the road are factories and towering mountains.
The rolling mountains are like floating in milky white clouds. Its steep rocks soar in the distant sky, milky white clouds float on the edge of the mountain, and the deep valleys pour endless primitive mountains and rivers. The towering mountains are covered with green forests and surrounded by mountains. It can be said that Qian Shan is full of water and mountains. As viewed from the plane, the criss-crossing mountains are as spectacular as waves.
On the highway, I saw a luxury car speeding on the highway, coming and going like a shuttle. It's like a herd of horses speeding on the highway.
Ah! I can't help saying, "Motherland! How beautiful and magical you are! "
3. Continue to write a composition according to the following paragraph. About 200 words. I was walking on my way home, and I was shocked by the sunshine. What kind of wind and rain have these hands experienced? They are scarred and have a thick cocoon. I made a determined effort to pay out all the pocket money my mother gave me. I was a little reluctant to part with it, but the money was only a small sum for me. For her, it might save her life. Maybe I can't survive such a cold night any longer. Seemed to see my hesitation, she shrank back with trembling hands. Just then, an invisible force pushed me away, took her retracted hand, stuffed money into her hand, and turned and ran home. All the way, my mind was full of her trembling body and rough hands, cold and cold. After washing her hands and getting ready for dinner, my mother cooked a table full of dishes. The cold touch touched me again. I'm usually picky about food. For the first time, I ate all the dishes my mother brought me. Now I know my home is so warm. If only everyone had a warm home. They are all created by themselves. You can't buy it online. You can keep asking questions.
4. Waiting for 600 words in the rain on the way home.
The rain and fog in the sky were hazy, and I was afraid of getting my clothes wet, so I accelerated my pace. There are not many people on campus at this time, so my lonely but fast-paced figure is particularly conspicuous in this quiet campus.
In a casual look up, I saw a figure in the distance waiting for something with a heavy thing under the bright light. It's raining, and the water mist is so heavy. What's he doing standing there?
I gradually approached, and his figure was enlarged bit by bit, only to see a thick cotton wool in his hand. He hung his head tightly to protect the cotton wool for fear that it would get wet. I wonder: why is he waiting in the rain with a quilt in his arms? On second thought, he may be sending quilts to children boarding at school. Yes, it's getting cold recently. Which parent is no longer worried about their children? But why didn't he hide in the awning on the side and stand in the rain under the light? Think again, maybe I'm afraid that I can't find myself when my son or daughter comes, so I deliberately stand under the striking glare and wait quietly ... I think here, there is no warm current pouring into my heart, which is refreshing. Who is afraid of the rain all over the sky?
After a few steps, I saw that his clothes and trousers were old, even faded, and his hair covered with rain and dew was drooping. He remained motionless and silent, clutching the quilt tightly. His face is covered with wrinkles after the vicissitudes of time, which are the traces of the passage of time. Obviously, he is over half a year old. Seeing that the campus was deserted, his face was dim and he looked in a trance. I seem to hear a sigh.
I walked past him. He looked up at once when he heard footsteps. When he saw me, he was disappointed and began to look around. Anxiety comes from his eyes.
I left without saying a word, listening to the sound of drizzle and heartbreak. The rain is getting louder and louder. I wonder if my father has left. Although it wasn't dad who got wet, I still felt uncomfortable.
Waiting in the rain is the most persistent true feelings. The true feelings fall with the rain, weaving a silent touch, but who will find and pay attention to this warmth?
I walked on my way home disappointed and continued to write that I was disappointed on my way home. There is a waning moon and a few unlit stars in the sky. The twinkling light of the stars laughs at my eyes, as if I want to see this guy again and go to the appointment happily! Why did you come back in the blink of an eye? Yes, I came back disappointed, because I knew I really lost her this time. Remembering the scene just now, my tears hung in the corner of my eyes again. The person I love is holding the arm of a man who is inferior to me in appearance, with a happy smile on his face. I'm completely confused. Why? I just want to ask why? I don't know if I answered, our love is true! I think there should be another sentence, "Sorry, Brother Kang, I don't know if she didn't say it or I didn't hear it." . .. so I turned and walked back.
Looking up at Tianhe Road and passing vehicles is the same. It makes no difference. There is still a way to go, and my life has just begun. Look at the sky. Suddenly, the stars caught my eyes and the tears in my eyes disappeared. ..。
6. Continue to write composition: I was walking home with the final exam paper I just handed out. In the dim light, I called my mother: "Mom, this is my final exam paper.
My voice is soft, and I am afraid of being scolded because I didn't do well in the exam this time, so I dare not look straight at my mother and keep dodging. My mother's ugly face turned ugly with a test paper. I said cautiously, "mom, I'm sorry, I didn't do well in the exam."
.. "As he spoke, his voice became hoarse and he began to cry in a low voice. My mother didn't speak. She handed me the test paper, squatted down to help me wipe my tears and said to me, "don't cry, you must be strong and work hard." Do you know what your ideal is? You should aim at that, overcome difficulties, grow yourself, and finally become your ideal self, so that you can feel happy for yourself, you know? This is just your first difficulty. You have to cheer for becoming your ideal self. "After that, I felt very comfortable.
.. that, okay? I beat myself to death. I hope I can help you.
7. General comment on Chester's composition "The Way Home": This is an imaginary composition, which can be regarded as a sequel to "The Cricket in Times Square".
Wealth, honor, flowers ... Chester has everything people crave. What else does it want? In this article, the author spreads the wings of imagination to bring Chester back to his hometown after he became famous, and describes Chester's thoughts on his way home with Seldon's style. Between the lines, he naturally reveals a common feeling of human beings: going home and returning to the spiritual hometown. However, the shortcomings of this paper are also obvious, especially the inconsistency of names (starting with the third person and then writing in the author's self-reported tone) and the general use of pen and ink in sorting out materials (downplaying the key points). Such mistakes should be paid attention to in future compositions.
Commentator: Quanzhou Xiaoting train "click, click (...)" (train) rubs the tracks and gallops from Niuyuecheng to Connecticut. The shivering carriage is like a cradle.
The passengers dozed off in the dim light. (Falling in love with this scene opened Chester's thoughts on his way home.
Good paragraph. Pay attention to the conciseness of sentences in the future. )
Chester cricket wants to have a good sleep on the train. I played twice a day some time ago and stared at myself with hundreds of pairs of eyes. I am really uncomfortable, not happy at all, and my body is really tired.
But it tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Although it has been looking forward to returning to rural Connecticut, it has embarked on a journey home tonight.
I really want to say goodbye to Times Square where I lived for three months, to Tucker and Henry, and to the Mario family. I still feel a little lost. It seems that an invisible silk thread is still pulling itself and making it reluctant to part with you.
(The sentence "I feel really bad, I'm not happy at all" doesn't fit the relevant plot description in the cricket in Times Square. Although it is a fictional element, it involves the original plot and cannot be written in a contradictory way. ) This reminds me of my first meeting with Tucker. () This mouse is really hospitable. When we first met, he took out his delicious sausage and entertained me. () Chester remembered the first meeting with Tucker, "This Tucker".
This Tucker ate half of his master's two dollars as leaves and came up with so many "bad ideas". He is really a clever and somewhat philistine mouse. ("Looking at the grass and trees flying through the window, Chester lamented Tucker) But the mouse was quite sincere to his friends. (Because of the mouse) finally contributed the life savings that it (himself) risked his life to prepare for retirement and help him (Chester) tide over the difficulties.
This is an unforgettable friend. I must visit him when I have the chance. I hope it can also come to rural Connecticut.
("Chester said to himself. Tucker mouse, born and raised in new york, has a completely different personality from Chester. This passage describes Tucker's flexibility and skill without losing his kind nature.
However, after starting with the third person "it", the oral tone of "I" suddenly appeared, which made the behavior of this paragraph irregular. I made a modification here! By the way, there is another question that I haven't thought about in detail: How did this Tucker Mouse and Henry Cat become friends? This is an incredible thing in our country ("Chester suddenly came up with this idea",).
Well, it seems that this new york city is too strange. It must be too noisy and dry. Everyone is very busy and has no time to make friends, so there is no communication. They are lonely and depressed. So the natural enemies became friends, talking, chatting and playing together.
In this way, we are more suitable to live in the countryside: blue sky, clear rivers, fresh air, vast fields and many friends ... (During the train running, Chester's mind presents a beautiful rural scenery. This passage tells us that it is Chester's own idea to return to his spiritual hometown. After an experience, he was destined to return.
The standard of person inconsistency and narrative tone is still the "hard injury" of this paragraph. ) Chester remembered the days with Mario.
The young master loves himself too much to be taken in by the young master and his father, Mr. Bainili, and he doesn't know his fate in Niuyue City. The fire caused great losses to the shopkeeper's newsstand. Although the direct cause is not on him, he is somewhat responsible.
Oh, what a pity! There is also Mr. Smedley who publicizes his musical talent, the kind old man and his friend, a knowledgeable old man from China. They not only gave me a house like a "palace", but also bowed to me and let me taste Chinese food. How kind these people are! You should remember them! Well, I should sing a song in memory of these good friends and partners.
Return to Sorento is a very good song. I used to miss my hometown with this song, but now I miss my life and friends in new york Times Square with this song, and remember their friendliness! (Because it is related to friendship, life, care and emotion, the life of Chester and Mario is simple and beautiful, but the inconsistency of names and the standard of narrative tone are still "hard wounds" in this paragraph and should be revised! ) So (,) it hummed softly: "Look how beautiful and exciting the ocean is, and how intoxicating the natural scenery is! Look at the orchard beside this hillside. It is full of golden oranges, fragrant everywhere and warm everywhere. But you said goodbye to me and abandoned your friends and your hometown forever. Do you really have the heart not to come back? Please don't abandon me, don't let me suffer any more, go back to Surento, come back! " After singing this song, Chester's eyes filled with tears. He hoped that the train would run faster and arrive at his hometown earlier.
However, I feel that new york Times Square is getting farther and farther away from me. I don't know if I will have a chance to go again in my life. It hesitated, not knowing whether to go back to Times Square for another look or to its hometown.
Just when Chester was confused and disappointed, the train arrived at its hometown-Connecticut station. Chester's reluctance to live in Times Square and his desire to return to the countryside meet in the above two paragraphs.
8. Walking on the writer's way home, a warm harbor built by our parents, a place where our hearts can rest. No matter when and where, the door of home is always open for us and always warms us.
Sometimes, we feel that our parents can't understand us, so we have a quarrel. We always wonder why our parents are so cruel to us. It is that we forget the little love in our hearts, which was built with the tears and sweat of our parents! We always remember our parents' anger, but forget our happiness and the happy road we walked together.
Perhaps, we used to take our parents' love for granted. I once read an article on the post bar: 1 year old, 2 years old ... 30 years old, parents pay for us with their little love, and we give them back. Cold eyes? Swearing? We don't know how heartbreaking this is for our parents. You know, how happy they are that they have done so much for us. I just hope we can grow up soon.
Don't forget what you once had. Cherish what you can't get. Don't give up what is yours. What has been lost is left as a memory.
The blue castle once smiled, prayed and made naive wishes. Maybe our love is not lonely, but the meteor will die one day. Cherish the little love we have now.
Every day when I get home, the lights at the door are quietly on. I can understand that this is a little love from our parents, waiting for us to carefully collect and light up our way home. (Then you can substitute some deeds. )
9. After school, Xiaoming walked home and saw a banana peel on the ground. On the way home from school, I have walked countless times, but there are often new stories.
One afternoon after school, I just walked out of the school gate, and an older sister came up to me with a smile and handed me a leaflet. As soon as I saw that it was useless to me, I threw it into the air, let it float in the wind several times, and landed on my way to school and at the feet of my classmates who came home. I talked and laughed with my classmates and stepped on leaflets.
At this time, the classmate next to me also grabbed a small paper ball, which crossed a beautiful arc and landed next to the trash can. Suddenly I found red and green leaflets, small pieces of paper, food packaging bags, plastic bags, peels and chewing gum all over the floor. On the carpet, flies are busy, sometimes hovering above the carpet, searching for landing targets; Occasionally stop on the peel to suck residual juice; Occasionally, I will fly to the food bag to find something delicious, and then settle down comfortably on the garbage carpet.
Seeing this, I can't help shivering: isn't there a part of me here? Am I one of the "garbage makers"? Thought of here, I blush to the neck. Only then did I realize that if we don't protect the environment, it will stink here, and diseases will invade our bodies at any time, posing a threat to our lives. Therefore, we should protect the environment and make our home clean and beautiful, which is healthy for everyone.
But I just did something similar. I looked down and blamed myself deeply. My heart felt like a heavy stone.
I walked home from school with heavy steps and couldn't calm down for a long time.