Neighbor grandma 600字高中英语作文

　　My family lived on the ground floor was a septuagenarian granny, dry face, flat like dried tangerine produced in fujian province, write full of vicissitudes of life. Every day in the morning to go to school, I saw her in busy honeycomb briquet furnace. In the corridor of cigarette smoke, as if a "fairyland", thick smoke, very anxious to insides are choking gadites cough out, didn't good mood early in the morning. Have an aunt finally succumb to anger in the heart, go to theory with her, but she doesn't care about, as usual as if nothing happened to take fans her little son furnace. I thought: what exergue, also with this broken item, how convenient magnetic electric furnace, gas burner, with honeycomb briquet can save some money? Don't children's filial piety her? On one occasion, her relatives, her face as a tangerine produced in fujian province Immediately with vitality, just bought off old hen a didn't also attentively on the stair handrail, old hen scream back to spin in the corridor. I saw her a pot of hot water, the dying mother chicken forcibly push into the water. The old hen may have been counted to life buried here, did not make too much struggle. Her out of chicken, three times five pided by two plucking the chicken feather, picking up a pair of bright scissors, gut, cut open the belly the corridor immediately filled with blood, as if just after a bloody big jungle killed, stairs nose fled helter-skelter door left unlocked, eyes of disdain eyes, kill chickens also saved a dollar money, is really a miser! Though she kill the chicken does not blink, she have nothing to do is take the Buddha bead read out, look a heart of a bodhisattva. A red sun rising, the students carrying bag down the floor, class family busy pushing on the bike, but she, repose, with beads murmured to enjoy. In the evening, the students were busy writing assignments, the adults to go for a walk after the meal, she is still in the same place, with the same string of beads, the same posture, like a statue of mud of spirit alike. Building up and down the people looked at her with scorn. Door to see people, can't see her flat! Summer in the corridor some household garbage bags are not timely cleaning, sometimes the corridor permeates the rotten smell, one day in the afternoon School early, I heard 窸 corridor slurp-munch-slurp noise, looked up, turned out to be her grandmother - the first floor. Stooping saw her, carrying a bag, mouch. Is she don't want to be a "mud"? Or tired? I feel a little weird..

Park travel

　　The greatness of nature and beauty often makes us surprised. Today, not boring "emotion", we went to the park for a walk... Walking in the noisy street, we walked along the extension of the road In the park, I didn't watch the door, but curiously going into the park... Though is during the holidays, but not a lot of people to play. "people mountain sea" is not to describe. We walked along the path, extending to the center of the park - a big banyan tree. We're tired, sitting under the tree on the bench, the breeze is blowing, waves of cool your heart Connects with the day field, looking at the distant sea, I feel very relaxed, because I seem to forget this month to study burden, imitate fo all pressure relief. Close your eyes, the wind is still blowing on my face, I thought: "there are no places of historic interest in the secret, park but it has the nature of guileless, although do not have a good mountain water park, but it does have the trees and grass, we are tired, can rest, I want to play, you can enjoy... Sky glimmering, friends call me to move on. Look, the statue of the front of the tall bodhisattva is sprayed with water. Water regularly like flowers bloom, not constantly, don't seem to have stopped... We walked along the path direction, along the green grass refers to, is put forward. We enjoy, is left to see trees, trees are right, look forward backward, is still trees, trees, trees. Into each "forest", under the trees, give a person the sense with "green". Grass green, dark green, light green, dark green, turquoise, a variety of "green", that is the painter use brush cannot describe, not the outline of the color. Surface before "percent," reads a lot of words, in my impression, there are so a words: "the people realize the dream of the Chinese nation 'between metal don' one hundred wishes, 'those' huan yan!" Look, this let me think of du fu wrote "AnDeGuang Mansion must, between DaBi all those joys yan." Age has achieved the common aspiration of the people, the pace of the era of progress have let our life gradually improve. Our hometown is changing, is lifting off! As I stay here, stay there for a while, the night has come quietly. I have too much appreciate every corner. Around the silent, only cold wind to send to, I'm tired, learning, life, are the same, but, I want to be the vigor of trees in the park, the whole park is full of strong away, leaving the helpless...