1 800 words of community life composition in winter vacation are urgently needed.
New Year's Eve, so lively! People are busy putting up couplets and hanging New Year pictures. Crackling firecrackers, like frying sesame seeds in a pot; The sound of fireworks is like a grand celebration held in Tiananmen Square in Beijing, passing through the streets and high-rise buildings, making the dark night look like day. In my hometown, New Year's Eve is full of jubilation.
Night arrival! My sister and I waited for a long time before happily taking out the kaleidoscope. I am excited with fireworks and lighters, ready to implement my first plan on New Year's Eve-setting off fireworks. The first shot we fired was "an earth-shattering sound". With a loud noise, the sky suddenly became like day, so spectacular! Followed by "Fairy Scattered Flowers", the so-called fairy scattered flowers, as the name implies, must be a beautiful scene. You see, as expected, the fairies have no pity on the world and scattered a basket of flowers in the sky. Those flowers are flying in the air. How beautiful! Suddenly, the sky became a colorful world. My sister and I danced with joy. Then, we released Parachute, Seven Fairies and Flowers Are Wild. ...
My second plan for New Year's Eve, of course, is to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Our family is sitting in front of the TV, waiting for the Spring Festival Gala with great interest. When I was happy, my father's face suddenly darkened. I thought to myself: Dad, what's the matter? I couldn't bear to think much, but my father opened the box at this time: "Now the days are really the days of heaven!" " "Dad suddenly so a word, I am very confused. I quickly asked, "Dad, what day is heaven? "Dad turned down the volume of the TV at this time and said to us," Children, you don't understand! "In the past, we ordinary people were miserable!"
"Did you see the food on the dinner table today? What a sumptuous meal. If this were in the past, I wouldn't even think about it! " Dad lit a cigarette, took a drag and said earnestly, "I often heard your grandfather say that in his day, it was enough to have meat for the New Year, and many people envied him." I remember one thing about your grandfather: before the Spring Festival that year, your grandfather picked out a car full of old books and planned to sell them in the following week. He bought a knife of meat with the money from selling books, and he was always reluctant to eat it when he came back. If you want to eat meat, look at hanging pork. A few months have passed, and hanging meat is still talking well. One day, your grandfather climbed up with a wooden ladder and saw that there was only one layer of skin left-the meat was eaten by rats! In this way, people are reluctant to eat, but it has become a good meal for mice. What a pity! With that, my father stood up and gestured to us: "You children have simply fallen into the honey pot now, and there is nothing to eat." Going out to pay a New Year call, the dining table is' three floors'! Especially in recent years, with the reform and opening up, farmers have embarked on the road of getting rich, their living standards have improved, and the dining table has changed even more. Even swan meat can be eaten. You should cherish today's happy life! "
Yes, the living standards of working people have really improved a lot now. All this depends on the party's policy of enriching the people and its leadership!
On New Year's Eve this year, we posted couplets, hung New Year pictures, set off fireworks and watched TV. Although we are a little busy, it is very colorful, which makes me learn a lot when I am busy. What impressed me the most was Listening to Memories. My father's words let me know a lot about the past ... or the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the full moon is like a mirror, the moonlight is like washing. When every household puts out moon cakes, pomegranates, walnuts, peanuts, west paws and other fruits, they talk while enjoying the moon. What a beautiful picture!
There is a square near my home. Although it is called quicksand square, it is actually from the middle school next door. There are two basketball stands in the south of the square. In the middle of the basketball stand is an open-air stage. There are many big trees and beautifully trimmed flowers and trees around the square. In the center of the square is a green lawn and a wide runway. This is the place where students do exercises and sports activities during recess.
The square is closed to the public from Monday to Saturday. In the morning and evening, people often walk and run around squares and runways, or rest in chairs under big trees. The grass in the square is forbidden, but some people still can't resist the temptation of the grass. They always go in involuntarily to play ball, take a walk, or sit on the grass and chat in groups of three or five. ...
Tonight, my mother and I went for a walk in the square again. We were walking along the surrounding flower beds when a voice exploded overhead: "Those people in the grass, come out at once!" " Kids playing ball in the middle! Get out of here! Believe it or not, I split the ball! "wow! What a murderer!
It turns out that the gatekeeper in the square is warning again! But those people were indifferent and continued to sit on the grass to rest, so anxious that the doorman rushed from the house to the center of the square with a flashlight, and people fled. My mother and I were in a good mood, so we were annoyed by this horn. I think: the grass needs to be protected and can't be trampled indiscriminately. The gatekeeper's starting point is good, but his attitude should not be so fierce! There are few places where we can move in this town. There is nothing wrong with people wanting to relax on the grass after supper. Why can't the gatekeeper understand everyone's mood?
Slowly, I walked very tired, so I took a rest and waited for my mother at the door. There is a dog at the door, which is kept by the doorman. Often dragged by chains. It is usually docile, but today it has become fierce somehow. I walked casually not far from the door. When I was about to pass by it, it suddenly jumped up and came straight at me. Ah! It wasn't dragged by a chain! I ran to one side in fear. The dog ran after me, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Then the doorman gave a cry, and the dog stopped and backed away.
I told my mother about it, and my mother said to me, "If you don't mess with it, it won't bite you!" " "oh! But I didn't mess it up.
This is really a close call!
Missing always burns enthusiasm at this turning point, and in the hearts of strangers, the breath of winter is filled in the busy streets.
Do you have any snowflakes as soft as catkins and as light as goose feathers? Driving a beautiful sleigh in a fairy tale, or riding a beautiful red carriage of a prince, with a white feeling, bring your joy to me! Let's talk about the spectacular scenery in the north: the mountains are covered with snow, the fog is scattered, the wind is howling, and the fire is Ran Ran.
Is your place still full of fragrance and romance? Hum a beautiful folk song, or sing a popular song, accompanied by a warm breeze, let your happiness jump here! Talk about the spring-like scenery in the south: the waves are rolling, the flowers are blooming, the warm wind is whispering, and couples are reluctant.
You put my equally wonderful story into a warm and elegant card, and let the homing pigeon fly quietly to the place where it can stay: the snowy areas in the north and south all the year round. Because there is a pure, elegant and lasting flower in full bloom, it is called friendship.
Family ties are love that cannot be abandoned. In the eyes of parents, we are children who will never grow up. There is indeed a generation gap, and parents' incomprehension often confuses us, so it is normal to be annoyed and tired. When you fall in love with your favorite heterosexual friends during adolescence, you dare not mention it to your parents, because they will convince you with a long speech. But you think they are heartless and kill an ideal love in the cradle. The plummeting grades finally remind you, and then you suddenly realize that our parents are thinking about us. We are too young to fall in love, otherwise we will neglect our studies and delay our future, as they say. When we realize our parents' good intentions, we can talk frankly with them and gradually fill the generation gap that we think is insurmountable with emotion.
In this quiet midnight, homesickness began to spread, parents' hard work was fixed into a classic touching picture, and tears were inevitable.
Tonight, let's drink heartily and raise a glass. I pray to the bright moon, friends and relatives far away, and sincerely say "Happy New Year!"
It's snowing.
At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, I accidentally looked out and found that the roof of the low room opposite was surprisingly white. It is ridiculous that I didn't notice the abnormality! At ten o'clock, when I watered the flowers on the windowsill, I blinked in disbelief and cheered: It's snowing!
I lie prone on the windowsill, quietly looking out of the window, and I have an unspeakable happiness in my heart. The snowflake falls magnificently. Under the baptism of the breeze, it is like a roaring, jumping and dancing white flame ... Where it is not covered with snow, it immediately spits out little by little white. Oh, my god, it's brown; The street lamp is orange; Under the illumination of street lamps, the snow was reflected as light yellow. The sky, lights and snow make up the yellow hue, and the chimney in the low room is very special and tall in this yellow world.
My mother is still nagging my father. I ignored them and continued to watch the snow. The light of the street lamp is so soft that there seems to be a breath of spring in it. I don't know why I feel this way. The snow is still falling, soothing and warm. I suddenly have an impulse to rush up, step on the snow, get in close contact with the snow and let it touch my cheek; Abandon all the troubles, worries and sorrows in the world. But I didn't tell my mother what I thought after all. I know my angry parents won't allow me to go out because it's too cold outside, and because it's midnight, they always have their reasons. I watched the snow quietly, soothing and warm ... it's time for bed. I can't bear this snow scene, for fear that it will disappear without a trace tomorrow. Worried that there will be many more footprints in the smooth snow tomorrow; annoyed ......
The moment I lay in bed, I cried because it snowed. I don't need too many reasons, because it snowed, so I cried. Of course, I don't know if my mood is still mixed with resentment against my parents' quarrel and regret that I can't go out to see the snow ... What I know is that I am sincerely happy because of the snow.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow ...
Enter the third grade
The pace of time is always so light, which led me into the third grade in a blink of an eye, symbolizing that only hard work can succeed. Looking back now, it seems that it is still the same as the day when I first entered senior one. However, I am indeed a junior three student.
Entering the third grade, I have become a child with ideals and goals. No, maybe I should not say that I am a child, but a real person, because I am one year older.
When I entered the third grade, my parents' nagging gradually turned into dark circles and wrinkles caused by staying up late with me to study. I realized how important my responsibility was. For my parents and myself, I must work hard, work hard and work hard again.
When I entered the third grade, I looked at my classmates' friends for three years, and then thought about my upcoming departure. There is an unspeakable sadness. Maybe at that time, we will whisper again: "I left gently, just as I came gently, I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud."
Entering the third grade, I think my after-school life will be more boring, because I will prepare for the senior high school entrance examination soon. However, I believe that the study life in grade three is like a gorgeous rainbow. Here, there are confident smiles everywhere, and they all cherish the sweat of hard work. Behind these, there will be the fragrance of success. I remember a song by Pu Shu: "Never lose my passion, it is on my way, all the colorful days."
Indeed, the third day is a cup of fragrant teas, the entrance may be bitter, but if you taste it carefully, you will find the sweetness; Grade three is an unfulfilled dream. Once you work hard, you will find that your dream is actually only one step away from reality. Because, entering the third grade is a colorful day.
(The above part of the content is posted by yourself! ! ! )