The "Yangzi Evening News Cup" Essay Contest for Primary and Secondary School Students Fan Essay

Do you hear it, that's the sound of a broken heart on the green slate street. It is moaning in pain.

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The busy street is filled with traffic, and the noisy music and advertisements in the distance reach up to the sky. It didn't look like a small town, perhaps it was closer in nature to a metropolis like Shanghai. I wanted to shake my head and sigh, but in the end I just turned and walked down an alleyway that spread the scent of time.

The uneven stone slabs on the ground and the mottled bricks on the walls emphasize the long history of this alley. In the distance, a piece of green stone plate seems to be connected directly to the sky. An old man selling carrots pushes his cart and sells to people in the doors on both sides. I don't know which house has a small tree growing on the wall, hanging bright red blood-dripping fruit. Walking all the way through only hear the rustling footsteps, a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. Just ......

I slowly paced out of the alley, across the road, "Middle Street" three big words shine into my vision. The colorful stores are neatly arranged, contrasting with the old brick and tile houses behind them. Like a beautiful peacock facing a group of gray sparrows.

But how can they be just sparrows?

Mom would always tell me stories about the intricate streets and alleys she crossed to get to school as a child. At that time her home was one of these green brick houses, and the front of the house was lined with lapis lazuli just like they are now, one large row across the street, surrounded by two columns of smaller ones. The alley was so narrow that a large locomotive could not bring in the soot of the human world. In the morning, when I walked through the door of each house, I would stick my head out to say hello to an old man I knew well, or I would call on a good companion to walk with me. At that time, the slate street is spread all over the Haian, from the tooth bridge in the east, west to the west pillar bridge, as a huge dragon quietly lying in the city, stretching out its claws in all directions. On both sides of the slate street, stores connected, merchants gathered, north and south goods, souvenirs, teahouses and restaurants, marketplace snacks have everything. On New Year's Day, the street dance dragon lanterns, jumping horse lanterns, stilt walkers, picking flower stretcher, swing lake boat, dance nine lions ...... lively, ten thousand people empty alleys. The days of such joy seemed to be as boundless as the green stone slabs. Of course, now there is only a section of the dragon's tail lying helplessly, trying to tell people about its former prosperity and might. Perhaps the dragon, indeed, will disappear completely!

I walked across the street in the pseudo-city, trying to find some of the stones that once cushioned the lives of many people. This is the dragon's head, right? This was once a foot of a dragon, right? Here the dragon has opened its scales, right ...... these stones from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, after several generations of history, escaped the flames of war, avoided the plunder of the Great Powers, but in the end, it is still defeated, and I do not even know in whose hands.

I never dare to imagine that day, the huge bulldozer rumbled to destroy the momentum straight into the heart of the dragon, wantonly stripped off its skin and flesh and threatened to pack it with gold and splendor. It was listening to its scales clicking and cracking inch by inch. I haven't seen it shed a drop of blood, but I imagine it hurts. It can't talk about it, and the people who really should hear it don't want to. It weeps, not because of the pain of the destruction of flesh, but because of the sadness that the traditional spirit and civilization of mankind is disappearing without a word. Perhaps this kind of pain is necessary, because only when it hurts can one know the error of one's ways and repent. It's just a pity that the people who really should be hurting are not hurting at all.

In fact, seriously, the old streets really should be torn down in some ways. I've also heard that those dilapidated tiled houses simply can no longer shelter its inhabitants from the elements, and that perhaps it would be better for people to tear them down and rebuild them. But that doesn't mean we agree with its total destruction, just as we don't agree with tearing down the memories of those good old days.

I stood silently, trying to hear the fading moan once more.

Recently, Dad looked like a different person. He bought a culture shirt with the slogan "Chinese wolf dad, beat his kid into Peking University!" I top, I top, I top top top! He kept opening the door to my room like a raid, scanning every corner with his majestic eyes. When there was no sign of the enemy, he went back to his room and closed the door with a snap. Huh, what's going on here?

This is not, Dad strong with me "about the law", made a strict "house rules". I'm not convinced, "Why not?" "Why? Raise not teach, the father's fault! Three days a beating, the son into the University." I was anxious: "You're not being reasonable! This is called menopause blind obedience mentality, you also do not see suitable for not suitable for your son ......" Dad snapped and told me to stand still, manipulated the duster towards my buttocks left and right are five times. "See you still dare to rebel!" Another "pop", closed the door. I held back my aggravation and silently reassured myself, "God always closes one door when he opens another for you."

The good news is that I won third place in the district table tennis competition. It was great to sit down and talk to Dad. "I came third, time for a reward?" "The first place is a hero, the second place is a bear, as for the third place ...... I'll reward you with ten strokes of the chicken feather duster first, to beat off your pride!" I was hit ten times again, can not help but with a sobbing voice want to argue, the words have not yet exported, Dad just made from a "stirrup" master learned from the Buddha Mountain shadowless foot, aimed at my buttocks a kick. Kicked me out of my mind, soul out of the body. I hurriedly "thirty-six plans to leave for the upper", slipped back to his room.

A few days later, I summarized the lessons of the first time, dragged on my "protector" - mom, together to negotiate. At the dinner table, I proposed to "three-way talks, equal dialog", against the practice of Xiao Baiyou. But Dad did not even listen to hear, and then came to criticize me: "Do you know? This kind of behavior in ancient times called 'joint petition', or head to the ground." Mom also angry that he is "too stubborn"! The second conversation also died.

A few days later was my dad's birthday, I thought about it for two days, and decided to "save the country" - wrote a text message to my dad.

Dear Dad:

Hello! I understand that you want your son to be a dragon, but the way Xiao Baiyou teaches his son is a bit unscientific. Remember, Ouyang Feng mistakenly practiced the "Nine Yin True Sutra", resulting in blood flow, delirium. If you keep on imitating Xiao Baiyou's practice, you will become deaf and crazy. Isn't Wolffy good to Little Ash? Although he can't eat mutton, he loves him very much. Dad, the model of the wolf father can not be simply copied. How many students are there in Peking University, and how many of them got into Peking University? Dad, it's better to go back to the original you ...... son will fight for you!

Happy birthday to you!

Love your son Tiger Tiger written on the weekend

When I finished writing, I slipped this letter into the doorway of my dad's room. The next day, which happened to be Dad's birthday, our family finished lunch and chatted in the front balcony in a joyful manner. The late fall sun shone on people with extra warmth. My intuition told me that I had gently pushed open the door of communication with my dad.

The most successful is not necessarily the most correct. Xiao Baiyou's "three days a beating, the child into the University" in the dad's copy, but still ended in failure. Only we father and son to link up the "heart bridge", gently push open the door of communication, I will be happier, more confident, more successful

"Ping!" The heavy metal sound, the heavy door closed behind me. I'm tired of it! Tired of this life surrounded by concrete and steel! Cold faces, isolated behind cold security doors.

Treading on the mottled green stone slabs, I recalled the uninhibited days of the past. At that time, the neighbors hardly locked their doors during the day and night. You pick my home a pepper, I plucked your home a few onions, say hello on the line, and did not see lost what "valuables". Red and green narrow wooden doors, gently pushed open. Instead of neighbors, it is better to say a family. But now, true love is replaced by suspicion, laughter is hindered by the sound of the door collision. When I think about it, I can't help but feel a little apprehensive. Is that true love, that laughter, that unspoken tacit understanding still there?

The slate is slippery moss, engraved with faint traces of age, dew scrubbed slate, wet, reflecting the two sides of the ancient house. The wind murmured low, as if telling, carrying the town's ancient flavor of that section of the past. Came to a familiar door, the door is tightly closed, I hold my breath, put my ear to the door, silent. After a great deal of determination, I gently pushed open, the door.

"Squeak -", the ancient wooden door a heavy sigh, sighed my heart tight, seems to unveil a period of the old past, but also as the old man in the Peking Opera, to see through the world of red dust long sigh, a sound, a hundred turns a thousand round, turn out of the rhyme, round out of the The deep feelings. The wooden door of the town, although it has been mottled off the paint, is often used often new. Hanging a big red spring couplets, pasted with a sprinkling of fortune, the years make its texture clearer, more powerful, but also make it smoother, more upright, it will not rust, will not be open, more importantly, behind it, is a heart of enthusiasm, a share of the simple and joyful love.

The door was gently pushed open, the sleepy town has long been awake, just hidden under the surface of the calm, a few women gathered together, whispering chatter, and while focusing on the stove is tossing the millet porridge. They were cooking their own small dishes, but could not help but share their cooking experience with everyone, you taste a bite of my family, I have a chopstick of your family, one side praising and the other side asking for advice. But everyone is quiet, the half-hidden door, still playing the old man, husband, children wonderful, sweet dreams!

Soon the courtyard came to life, with sleepy people coming out from behind the door to greet each other. The children chased each other with disheveled hair, and a small round table was set up in front of every house, with curling heat emanating from the white porcelain bowls on top, and the families were clearly defined, but halfway through the meal, they were all carrying bowls, supporting chopsticks, standing and squatting, chatting and laughing. The children are not willing to be lonely, watching the clock on the minute hand moving fast, then pulling the red scarf tied crooked with their mothers anxious. At that moment, the aunt of this family put down the bowl to give him a red scarf, the aunt of that family smilingly stuffed him with a stick of doughnut, the mother was busy carrying a book bag, the children there are already ready for everything. The children of several families were busy darting towards the door, the doughnuts in their hands came from the same family. Loud voice of the big mother to add a final sentence: "careful on the road ah -" the sound of children's footsteps have disappeared at the mouth of the alley, only curls of sound in the green stone plate collision, issued a good sound, echoing in the narrow alley, like from the other side of the call. Only heard the old man in the door, gently smiled ......

Gently, I covered the door, I think I have found the answer I want. The door of the town is just a sign, it marks the history of the town, the town of the passing of the years, and more importantly, gently pushed open the door, what kind of a world is behind that door, cold or warm, sad or happy, greedy or self-sufficient. No matter what, there is a story, a life behind the door. And here I am, pushing open a door and seeing a simple, ideal, happy world, which should also be what we seek. Put aside the superficial splendor, enrich the inner simplicity, here, behind the door, in the heart, to obtain the answer, to find relief. Gently push open the door that leads to happiness, find happiness, find freedom, find inner, spiritual abundance and tranquility, happiness and freedom.

With a casual push, the window opened. The wind mischievously kissed my black hair, intertwined! Spinning! Tangled! The sun waved its sleeve but still took away a trace of my attachment to time. The night gradually enveloped the earth.

The loneliness that hid behind me stretched out its black wings and flew away, leaving behind loneliness. I turned around and hugged myself, my head y embedded in my legs. For a long time, looked up, the corner of the mouth hooked out a self-deprecating smile.

The fireworks were flying in the sky, blooming in the sky belonging to the most beautiful moment of their lives. The empty house left me alone to enjoy the fireworks flying all over the sky. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product, and I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product.

Just as the Tokyo cherry blossoms bloomed in Paris, there is always a sense of loss, but there is no denying the beauty of the last moment. The curtain rises with the ground, accompanied by the crisp ringing sound of beads colliding, a curtain of dreams come ......

Dreams shattered, can still be restored? Maybe it can, maybe it can't, lies in you in don't care. That way, only trust can exist, right! Is it all worth a sentence once!

Tears gently crossed the corner of the eye drops to the cold floor tiles, a few drops, and a few drops ...... low sobbing into a heartbreaking roar. I remember someone once said heartlessness is better than tearing the heart. I'd rather not feel it myself than despair again.

Perhaps the next daybreak, everything will be fine, I put on the shoulder bag again, learn "donkey", wandering the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland; perhaps the next daybreak, the starlight silently burns their own bright, nameless flowers are still fragrant. The sun gives people warmth does not care who looks up; I still stand in the closest place to heaven.

So I will always wait for the next dawn. The night, as always, is quiet, less heavy and more reassuring ......

Everyone has many memories to cherish, and my memories of my grandmother's back are so warm and cozy ......

I remember when I was in I remember in my kindergarten years, whether it was windy or rainy, my grandmother always carried me to and from the kindergarten and home. I was so happy to see my grandma squatting by the door, greeting me with a smile on her face, that I was like a little bird, jumping up and down on her back. Grandma rocked on my back, grandma told me stories, I sang to grandma in kindergarten just learned the song ...... a lot of times, grandma pick me up on the way back, I will be in the warmth of grandma's back, and slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep comfortably. When I arrived home, in a haze, Grandma carefully put me on the bed and cover the quilt, for fear of waking me up.

I don't know what day it was, but I remember that it was a stormy late fall day, and as usual, I jumped on my grandmother's back, burrowed into her poncho, and shared the joy of kindergarten with her with great excitement, and she responded, her voice weak and a little trembling, and I stopped talking, and my grandmother was struggling to walk, with tiny beads of sweat seeping out of her forehead, and I was lying on my grandmother's back, and all I could hear was the sound of her gasping for air. I insisted on coming down from grandma's back, but grandma's arms tightly strangled me, coaxing me: "rainy days, the ground is wet, will slip ......"

From then on, I was no longer happy to pounce on grandma's back, and always stubbornly walk to school on my own! After school ...... what remains the same is that grandma still arrives early every day at the school gate and greets me with a smile on her face. Grandma can no longer carry me on her back, but she always grabbed her thin shoulders to help me carry my heavy schoolbag. I firmly refused, but she always kindly said, "You must be very tired after a day of classes, Grandma is not tired, go, go, Grandma walks fast!"

One day, when my grandmother was picking me up on the way home from school, I noticed that she was walking with a limp, and one of her feet seemed to be afraid of hitting the ground, with a look of pain on her face from time to time. I grabbed my grandmother's backpack and asked her about it, only to realize that the corns on my grandmother's feet were getting worse and worse, and that every time I took a step, the affected area would hurt as if I were walking on the tip of a needle. Grandma actually endured such great pain to pick me up, my eyes blurred, assisted grandmother, our grandchildren slowly walked on the way home ......

Grandma is old, grandma carried my back bent, that back left me the warmth, I will always remember! When I grow up, I want to carry my grandmother on my back, like she carried me when I was a child ......

"I want to live in Tiantian's house! I'm going to live in his house!" Early in the morning, I yelled at my father: "Staying at home is boring, in addition to watching TV, is to do homework, really boring." "What if you are homesick?" Dad asked. "I won't be homesick, even if I live at home for ten days and half a month, I don't want to go home!" I answered without thinking.

Dad respected my decision and drove me to Tiantian's house.

Staying at Tiantian's is so comfortable! Not only can I taste the delicious meals, but I also enjoy the VIP treatment: I can play computer games as long as I want. I was happy to think: "This is really God-like days ah!"

The next morning, the "jingle bell" phone ringing disturbed my dreams, the handset came from my father's voice: "Son, want to go home?" "No, I don't." I hung up the phone and fell asleep.

It was afternoon before I realized it. I lazily nestled in the sofa, watching the "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf" cartoon, I can not help but think: "Dad is still busy in the company? Mom should be back from her business trip today, right? What is the dog doing at home?" Now I am really a little homesick. "It's okay! By tomorrow, I'll be home." I reassured myself.

Time passed slowly, and it was finally time for dinner. I asked my aunt, "How is my dad doing at work?" "Yes, he cares a lot about you, and asked me more than once if you were doing well at my house." Auntie said with a smile. My nose was sore, I really wanted to tell my aunt that I was homesick, but I was too embarrassed to say it, so I hurriedly finished my dinner.

In the evening, Tian Tian was doing her homework, and I was reading a book. Although the book was very interesting, I couldn't get into it at all.

By the time I went to bed, I had no intention of sleeping, but I really missed the soft and cozy bed at home, the lively and cute puppy, and my dear mom and dad ah! All of a sudden, my nose was sore, two lines of tears slowly flowed down. Auntie saw, eagerly asked: "Is it every day bully you?" I shook my head vigorously: "No, I, I, I want to go home. I want to go home." "Haha! Why didn't you say so? I'll take you home." Aunty said, stroking my head. I hurriedly wiped away my tears, quickly packed my clothes, and followed my aunt on the road.

Almost home! From a distance, I saw my father guarding the door of the neighborhood. I immediately jumped into his arms, and my eyes were once again moist.

The experience of leaving home during the summer vacation made me y experience the warmth of home, and in the future, I will cherish my own beautiful and cozy home even more.

Autumn in the dew autumn frost, winter snow snow winter small cold. With the winter steps closer and closer, the weather is gradually cold. The paths in the park are covered with fallen leaves, and the tree branches are bare, shivering in the cold wind.

One evening, I returned home from school, just to go up the stairs, suddenly heard from the neighborhood low bushes came a faint cat call - "meow ......" I followed the I followed the sound and quietly went over to the bushes and found a small white cat curled up in the corner against the wall. It is dirty, open a pair of big eyes looking at me, the look of the poor. I thought: it's so late, it has not gone home, it should be a homeless stray cat. I was about to take it home, my mother's words suddenly echoed in my ears: "No pets! Animals have germs, and it takes a lot of time to take care of them." I had to give up this idea, and obediently went upstairs to go home.

Eating dinner, looking at the plate of fragrant ribs, I can not help but think of that little white cat. I don't know if it's hungry now, it's so small, has it learned to catch mice? When I go to bed, listening to the north wind howling outside the window, my mind again surfaced that skinny figure, it sleeps on the street, it must be very cold at night. When I thought of this, I could not wait to go downstairs and bring the kitten up. However, my mom had ordered me to do it first, so if I insisted, I might not be able to help the kitten, and I would have to take a "belt fried shredded meat".

What should I do? I've been tossing and turning under the covers, and I can't sleep. When my mom heard the noise, she gently pushed open the door and sat down next to my bed, and I couldn't wait to tell her what I was thinking.

Mom thought for a moment and said, "You have to think carefully before you make a decision, if you take it in, you have to be responsible for it. You have to feed it on time, give it a bath often, and take it to get vaccinated. You can't be too much of a pain in the ass!" I hesitated for a moment, thinking that keeping a pet is really quite troublesome, but when I thought of the poor eyes of the little white cat, I did not hesitate to put on my clothes and rushed downstairs.

The white cat is no longer in the original place, I anxiously called around it, but it has not appeared. "It's all my fault for coming too late!" I crouched on the ground, so sad that I wanted to cry. At this time, behind me came a familiar voice "meow ......" I was overjoyed, gently picked it up and brought it home.

Since I made that decision, I feel like I've grown up all of a sudden, because I have a responsibility on my shoulders.