Write a composition modeled after Wu Boxiao's lanterns and look at the big picture.

1. Write a composition modeled after the lantern text. When the new year comes, red lanterns symbolizing happiness are hung on both sides of the street and in every household. I also hung a pair of small lanterns at home, which are very eye-catching.

There is a red handle above the little lantern, and there are two red wires at its end. Small lanterns are connected under the red wires. At the top of the small lantern, there is a pink hexagonal top, like an eave, with six corners, all of which are upturned, and bundles of red ones must be tied with yellow lines respectively. Below the top of the hexagon is the main part of the small lantern. It has six faces, each with a pattern, and each opposite face is painted with the same pattern. A * * * has three different patterns, which respectively represent different meanings: the most conspicuous "big red blessing" represents many blessings, while both male and female Fuwa clenched their fists and smiled, as if to say to me, "Congratulations on making a fortune."

My little lantern also has a special function: it can shine. Just push the switch of the handle up and the light hidden in the small lantern will light up. It's nice to hang a small lantern on the door frame!

This is my little lantern, beautiful and practical. If you like, you can buy one to add festive color to your home.

2. Look at the big jujube stone from an early age.

Qian Xiao

Before going to America, an old classmate wrote an airmail letter and repeatedly entrusted me to bring him some raw jujube stones, which were not heavy but had strange uses.

We spoke on the phone before we left Philadelphia. When he got off the bus, he was already waiting at the station. It's been almost half a century since we broke up, and now it's dying.

After the hug, she asked me eagerly, "Did you bring it?" I quickly took out those jujube stones from my handbag. She is held in the palm of her hand and is worth more than pearl agate.

Her naughty spirit has obviously not changed. When I asked about the use of jujube stones, she put them in her pocket and said mysteriously, "You will understand later."

This is really a beautiful mountain city. The car left, and all the way up and down the slope was purples. If you are in China, it will be called the Maple Leaf City. After several ravines, she pointed to a three-story building among maple trees and said, "Here we are." The car turned into the lawn, three or four meters away from the garage, and the garage door opened automatically like knowing the owner.

My friend was a little embarrassed to explain that when I bought this big house, my children were still at school and now they are married. My wife is studying biochemistry and doing nutrition experiments in a research institute.

She settled me in a room near the lake on the second floor and showed me around her back garden. The place is not big, but the layout is exquisite and symmetrical. We sat down on the white bench near the wall. She asked me, "Do you think this garden has a little taste of hometown?" After her guidance, I noticed that there were two weeping willows planted by her on both sides of the steps, and there was a sleeping lotus pond in the middle of the lawn. She said to me with deep feelings: "When I planted weeping willows, my boy was only 5 years old. Now he is the chief mechanic of a nuclear submarine. This girl teaches at Harvard. Family business is the best, and all kinds of new equipment are available. But I always have questions. Maybe it's worthless, but the older you get, the more homesick you get. I can fully understand the feelings of travelers now. I miss Changdian and Longfu Temple. As soon as Christmas is celebrated here, I miss the old calendar year. I've been trying to spread the jujube trees in the courtyard of Hutong recently. So I asked you to bring some seeds to try. "

Then, she pointed to a rockery piled up in the corner of the garden and said, "Do you believe it? I drove dozens of miles, picked pieces by hand, bought them by kilogram, and then pulled them back by car. That is our family's' North Sea'. "

Speaking of this, we both stood up in unison, walked along the cobblestone path, crossed the lawn and walked to the "North Sea". What a careful man! She also embedded a small pavilion made of mud, with a red temple and a white tower on top. My friend explained that they were all bought from Chinatown in San Francisco.

She told me that she often sat side by side with her wife on this bench on a moonlit night, recalling the days when she rowed in Beihai. The fragrance of water lilies floated in the wind, and the beautiful color of the lotus pond seemed to flash before my eyes.

Changing nationality does not mean changing national feelings; No country is so attached to its home as we are.

This is a text "Jujube Stone" in the first semester of grade seven.

The article also uses the writing technique of seeing the big from the small: using jujube stones (small) to express the attachment and love (big) of overseas travelers to their motherland and hometown.

You can refer to it and wish you success ~

3. A positive example of imitating kites is that the composition or materials are still gorgeous (imitating Lu Xun's kites)

Whenever people are immersed in the joy of the New Year and set off gorgeous fireworks under the dark blue sky, my chest will ache faintly. When the new year comes, people like to set off some gorgeous fireworks. Under the deep blue sky, the bright fireworks seem to make the boundless night as bright as day, taking care of the stars in the sky, showing a happy scene. But I don't like fireworks. Not only do I not love it, but I hate it. Because I feel dangerous and smelly. Unlike me, my cousin was only about five years old. However, she likes to set off fireworks, but I don't allow it. She had to wear a thick cotton-padded coat and go out to see others set off. The long flame lit and she cheered happily. When a fireworks goes out, she will sigh helplessly. Everything about her seems ridiculous to me. Once, she was watching other people's fireworks. Seeing that she likes fireworks, the man gave her one, which happened to be caught by someone I passed by. I stepped forward angrily, grabbed the fireworks stick from her hand, threw it on the ground and trampled it flat. She burst into tears, and I ignored her and left without looking back. I don't care what happened to her. Now whenever I see fireworks burning, the scene of my childhood maltreatment suddenly comes to my eyes, and I feel an unprecedented sense of guilt. I tried many ways to make up for it: admit my mistake to her, but from her puzzled eyes, I read that she had remembered everything. So I bought a lot of fireworks and put them with her. I remember that she was very happy that day. Gorgeous fireworks mingled with her bright smile. She whirled with fireworks. I seem to see a lovely angel smiling at me. That innocent smile erased my heavy guilt. I can't help it I also hold a fireworks stick and walk around with her hand in hand ~ ~ ~