What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them with their simple baby names, hold their hands and approach their lives ... they grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls held their heads high in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming.
The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time.
They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts.
They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time.
Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era. When they come home from school, they cook a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up in the middle of the night, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my tearful hometown; Make a wish quietly, hoping that their children's primary school of migrant workers will not close down tomorrow because they can't pay the electricity bill ... but I saw their growth in their growing bodies.
I remember a reporter asked a child in a school for migrant children if he would go back to his hometown after graduation. The little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost cried for their growth. I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but its grades are not bad", "We don't compare with children in the city" and "Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day.
Although, they are still worried about small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't afford to pay the utilities; Although, there are still many imperfect systems ... although there are many "although", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving. The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives.
They will eventually become us. Marking teacher's comments: Full-mark composition has five advantages. First, the composition truly depicts the living conditions of migrant workers' children, from the unnatural and unsuitable experience from rural areas to cities to the gradual maturity of their mentality, which makes people feel like a real group; Secondly, the composition is written smoothly, which shows that the candidates have accumulated a certain amount of reading, but they have not shown off, properly expressed their emotions and horizons, and the words and themes are well coordinated; Third, on the whole, the composition expresses the author's sympathy, concern and expectation for his peers, and also reflects the requirements of the composition topic. Fourth, the description of this article is very delicate. "Little finger can't count how many floors there are in an office building"; Finally, the article focuses on the changes of migrant workers' children. "They will eventually become us." Candidates did not complain blindly, but wrote changes and hopes.
In 2008, the college entrance examination in Zhejiang Province scored a perfect composition "Feeling the Country". At first, it was thought that the country was a fairyland of fairy tales. It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world.
It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as clear as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by sunshine, have grown seeds of hope. It may be an idyll in Tao Qian's poems, which tells the story of a fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely. It's just a village in poetry. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain.
There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth. Looking from a distance, the swaying figure on the earth is tired of its heart in the morning and evening, in spring and autumn.
He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations. When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field.
When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He can't see hope and gain, and his confused eyes are dry and empty. They are sometimes happy, but this happiness seems so humble.
Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. Full particles are like gems, and the corners of the eyes smile like crescent moons. What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life.
Faced with such a picture, will such a country let us down? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, we should pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and sympathy.
Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China. When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope for life with sweat and blood?
With the most humble attitude, we can see that China has become an eternal farmer in history, and let us feel the countryside with our heart! A letter to mankind: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. First of all, let me introduce myself. I'm Mark Mouse, a member of the hole mouse family. On the orders of the patriarch, I thank the people who have been fighting for a long time to catch snakes, assassinate owls, chase weasels and abuse cats.
2. Feel the countryside with the perfect composition of landscape description.
At first, I thought the countryside was a fairyland of fairy tales. It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as clear as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by sunshine, have grown seeds of hope. It may be an idyll in Tao Qian's poems, which tells the story of a fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely.
It's just a village in poetry. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth. Looking from a distance, the swaying figure on the earth is tired of its heart in the morning and evening, in spring and autumn. He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations. When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field. When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He can't see hope and gain, and his confused eyes are dry and empty.
They are sometimes happy, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. Full particles are like gems, and the corners of the eyes smile like crescent moons. What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life.
Faced with such a picture, will such a country let us down? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, we should pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and sympathy.
Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China.
When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope for life with sweat and blood?
With the most humble attitude, we can see that China has become an eternal farmer in history, and let us feel the countryside with our heart!
Who can write a composition about scenery? The cold winter passed quietly, and the colorful spring came unconsciously.
In the field, the hibernating grass woke up in the embrace of Mother Earth, and the green body drilled out of the land. It stretches out and greedily sucks the breath of spring; Golden winter jasmine, so petite and beautiful, so colorful and dancing, as if to show off the beautiful image of spring; The willow by the river is spreading its branches, and Miss Chun is combing its yellow braid. The waterfall-like long hair was reflected on the mirror made by the river, and the willow bent down with joy.
The snow in the river has melted, and the river is crystal clear and flowing forward happily. On the shore, all kinds of unknown wild flowers are blooming with smiling faces, competing for fragrance and fighting for beauty, and butterflies are flying among the flowers. I picked up a small stone and made a Shui Piao in the river, and the river suddenly had colorful ripples. At this time, a group of ducks jumped into the river and croaked. They are happily playing and chasing, and they are the "Prophets of Plumbing Duck on the Spring River"!
A burst of laughter broke out in the yard. It turns out that children are flying kites on the lawn. The children ran with bobbins and kites, laughing. Colorful kites are floating in the wind, setting off the blue sky beautifully! At this time, a group of swallows flew west, as if they were competing with kites!
"Near, near, I hear the footsteps of spring." "Come, come, another spring full of vitality."
Ah! Spring is full of vitality and colorful. I love spring.
4. A perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination must be a perfect composition, and most of them describe the scenery with "the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves and the five grains see the fragrance". Qiu is really a good girl. The scenery in autumn makes me intoxicated and ecstatic. ...
Quietly, quietly, autumn has come, and Miss Qiu's footsteps are near, near. She dispelled the summer heat for people, brought her unique coolness, and also brought people fruitful results and the joy of harvest.
When I mention Miss Qiu, I will see the picture of a bumper harvest: red apples, pears and golden oranges are all covered with branches, and there are waves of cool autumn winds blowing in the fields ... Let's follow the footsteps of Autumn and look for Miss Qiu!
She came quietly and went into the field. Looking around, golden rice is everywhere. A gust of wind blew, and the rice nodded and waved to me, telling me that autumn was coming. The sorghum beside them all blushed, bowed their heads and stood there shyly, like a little girl who had done something wrong. Walking on the path in the field and looking up at the high sky, you will realize the meaning of crisp autumn; A gust of autumn wind blows head-on, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Autumn is in the vast fields.
She came quietly and walked into the orchard. Everywhere the autumn wind goes, it is a scene of bumper harvest. The first thing you see is a red apple. She really looks like a lovely girl. Not far away, it's a big pear in Huang Chengcheng. Some of them were ashamed and hid behind the branches to play hide-and-seek with me. Others stood up generously and showed off his elegant posture to people. Hiding at the end is this fiery pomegranate. Seeing them happy, everyone laughed and showed pearly teeth, which made people want to see them. Autumn is in colorful orchards.
She came quietly and walked into the Woods. She took off her green clothes for the tree and put on a yellow robe; But she felt that this was not enough, and she sent another autumn wind, which blew off the "yellow robe" of the tree and made him naked to better meet the biting winter. Autumn is in the bare Woods.
"The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and the five grains see the fragrance." Qiu is really a good girl. The autumn scenery makes me intoxicated and fascinated …
5. Write a perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination (800 words) and write the "love" style of the famous scenic spot Lushan.
Wise people have a wide view of water, while benevolent people have a high view of mountains.
When I first arrived at Lushan Mountain, it was early summer, and the whole evening was spring breeze. There are thousands of pear trees, and my face is not cold. It moistens things silently, turns green in Kuanglu, warms Poyang, thickens fragrant flowers, turns peaches and pears white, and Xia Feng seems to be cut open, fresh and pleasant.
If spring makes people pregnant, summer makes people love, autumn makes people think, and winter makes people realize; If the rain is refreshing, the dew is proud and the snow is clean, then the wind is the essence and aura of natural change.
I stood at the top of Hanyang Mountain, facing Jiujiang, and the mountain wind blew on my face, which was particularly refreshing. A few hundred meters to the lower right is where Zhou Lang trained. In front of it is the mighty Yangtze River, "One river does not return, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages", and directly below it is Tao Yuanming's secluded place, "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan".
All this is so fascinating, so novel and spectacular for a child who lived in the plain for 17 years. The mountain wind still comes leisurely, like a breeze blowing willows, and the wind is still pleasant to listen to, like a whisper of Yan language. People who accompany me are intoxicated with this eternal beauty, and I have been deeply immersed in the beauty that my humble pen can't describe. At this moment, a feeling of heartache, from scratch, from scratch, to expansion, finally completely came out of the generation, and that feeling seems to be stepping into it.
The breeze is a little urgent and cloudy. The feeling of warm heart makes me unreal, and I seem to be beyond time and space and everything in nature.
Changes in the wind and waves, big waves scouring the sand, rustling in the wind, thrilling, strong winds singing, swallowing mountains and rivers, breaking the waves, Li Bai frustrated poetry, high-spirited, "An Neng destroys eyebrows, bows down to serve dignitaries ..."
I was there when the wind blew, and I was deeply moved.
Mirage is precious, and the ancient price is higher.
Wind, wind, it is you who make me cry, who thinks I am strong. In the past 17 years, who has ever made my heart beat, only you-Lushan wind.
Lushan mountain wind, you let me build a kite to fly against the sky, and set up the idea that the wind soars in the clouds, which makes me feel excited and clear. You let me have a touching heart, you opened my heart that has been sealed for a long time, and you gave me a feeling of heartache.
Ask what the wind is in the world, just call me as committed as death.
6. Ten Scenery Description Xishuangbanna is located in the south of Yunnan Province and is a world-famous natural ecological park. There are tropical rainforests here, and many natural attractions are familiar to everyone, such as Wild Elephant Valley, Primitive Forest Park, Tropical Garden and so on.
It is most appropriate to visit the primeval forest park in the morning. When you walk on the cobblestone road, listening to the singing of birds and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants with morning dew, you will feel refreshed and relaxed. On both sides of the path, there are green grass, ancient trees towering, vines hanging and leaves covering the sky, leaving only a emerald green between heaven and earth. Passing through a tropical rain forest is the famous "Jiulong Waterfall". The waterfall water potential in winter is not grand, but you can still vaguely see the overwhelming waterfall momentum of that year.
Leave the primeval forest park and come to the Wild Elephant Valley. You can take the cable car up the mountain. Overlooking the jungle from the air, if you are lucky, you can occasionally see some wild elephants playing and frolicking. If you get off the cable car and walk into the jungle, you will change lanes when you meet a wild elephant in the way. decurrent
7. Seek a perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination (mainly about scenery description). It rained all day, and it rained all night in Mao Mao. The sky was gloomy.
At the end of the empty space, there is a wisp of smoke and some residual red. The wisp of early cherry slowly drifted into the mire and let out a sigh. Occasionally, western Western jackdaw passes by with some water, but it is scared to fly high by the sound of the wind.
I stood in front of the station, disturbed by the rain. The rain in Mao Mao for several days and the failure of several exams have upset me, as if for my bad mood, and it seems to be raining harder and harder just now. The wind blew the cough behind me and fell to the ground like gold.
I subconsciously looked back and saw a little boy and an old man with messy white hair. Probably the parents who pick up their children from school, I thought to myself, the children are very sensible to take the schoolbag from the old man, carry it on their backs, and then help the old man neatly. I can't help being surprised. The child didn't say a word, but his concern has spread to my bystander's heart, a warm affection.
"Oh, I'm sorry." A light touch on my back, an apology sounded around me.
I looked back in surprise. A middle-aged woman is putting away her umbrella with some worn corners and smiling at me apologetically. She was carrying a tea basket full, with a satisfied smile, and could hardly see the anxiety of waiting for the bus. When I met her eyes again, I seemed to see my mother cooking in the kitchen with thick lampblack.
I suddenly have an impulse to cry. I always do. When I encounter some setbacks, I always complain, but I ignore that I have been surrounded by a warm family. The delicious food on the table is a good mood my mother often gives me, a joke when chatting, and a good mood my father gives me.
In the cultivation of family ties, isn't such a good mood enough to dispel the disappointment in my heart? In our life, there are many things that can bring us a good mood, but you just don't find them. When we are depressed in the storm, don't forget the beauty that rainbows can bring you a good mood in the clear sky after the rain.
When we fail, we must not forget to pray silently that we can have a good family. With a low cheer in the crowd, with the appearance of the rainbow above the last few drops of rain, the bus came and everyone got on the bus with smiles on their faces.
I sorted out my thoughts and prepared to greet my mother waiting for me to come home with a smile. I hope my smile can bring her the best mood.
With the rotation of years, I grew up from primary school to middle school, from teenager to youth. Then, the irresistible romantic temptation crept into my heart, and I wanted to find a good start for myself.
Many days, the mood is so complicated and warm. I always wanted someone to take care of me.
It's another lyrical season. At dawn, the earth regained its light, and the spring breeze blew up the sad song in my heart. A beautiful and moist story, lingering in the light rain in March ... is no different from the first love of all middle school students. After school, a small card flew to my feet, and I gently picked it up with a nice poem on it. Looking around, I found Yu looking at me. I quickly lowered my head and left the classroom in a hurry.
As for the future, my heart will be like a flying kite. I often think of that afternoon with the boy who wrote poems. Some sweet thoughts will make my heart vaguely full of longing. I stayed in my spare seat several times and couldn't move it. I have written my heart on a piece of paper and shredded it several times, like a seed just sown, waiting for the arrival of the rainy season.
Suddenly, the fork in the road in life appeared in front of us. Looking back, I felt wet. Faced with the choice of graduation, I gave up my romance.
I feel like I've grown up. Growth is a process, and it is an ever-changing landscape.
I don't want to enjoy the beautiful scenery all the way to pick a green apple. At this time, the teacher's words rang in my ear again. Life merges into the sea, and we can't lag behind the pond because of a moment of romance ... The good years of life passed away quietly from me, and all the good things were frozen in my mind.
When you are happy, always take them out and let them bloom beautiful flowers. I like to taste the elegant flowers and enjoy the lush trees in the park, which is always refreshing.
I walked on and was gently stopped by a girl: "There is a beautiful butterfly in front of my sister, please don't disturb it!" " "The girl's smile touched me in the butterfly. At this moment, I know the feeling and feel the beauty around me-the stars on a summer night, hanging high in the endless sky.
They are telling people a beautiful ancient Greek myth. In a quiet night, accompanied by stars, any troubles and loneliness will vanish.
The starry sky is so beautiful! The oblique light of autumn casts a pretty shadow, and the leaves are like a boat, fluttering in the air, sometimes hovering, sometimes flying up and down, performing their own beauty at the last moment of life. Fallen leaves, how beautiful! The evening in winter also shows gorgeous brilliance without reservation.
That touch of sunset reveals the sadness of leaving sorrow. Wanderers will also leave beautiful melancholy in an instant.
"When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." "But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting darker and the river waves were filled with sad mist."
At first glance, sadness can't hide their eternal beauty. Sunset, how beautiful! Life is short, and beauty is fleeting.
But as long as you appreciate it with your heart, beauty is everywhere. A smile when you are lost, a blessing when you are lonely, and a comfort when you are sad will give people beautiful enjoyment.
The beauty of life, from the beginning to the end of life, breeds endless beauty. Mind, trembling in beauty; Hope, budding in beauty; Life is enriched by beauty.
Let's put all our thoughts into life and feel beautiful. Feel life, not for anything else, just to live beautifully.
I feel beautiful, not for anything else, but for not living in vain.