Write a composition in Sichuan dialect

1. Write a 200-word essay in Sichuan dialect, which is sometimes moving, singing like running water, and has a unique charm; Sometimes it is sad and beautiful. If it sounds like a drop of bamboo leaves, it is thought-provoking.

Sometimes it is as rich and deafening as the long sound of an eagle spreading its wings; Sometimes tactfully, it seems like a line of tears when you are deeply in love, which makes people sad. I sleep with it every day, but I ignore its beauty in daily life.

Grandma is an old man in her sixties and even looks older; But for this, I smile frankly. She was once young. She lives in Changzhou for a long time.

So I can't even picture her present situation. However, I clearly remember that her moving Jasmine, a sad but harmless poem, composed the flowers and flowers of life.

When I was very young, I was sent to my grandmother's house by my mother like a parcel. At that time, I was extremely dependent on my mother. Sent to grandma's house, born naughty and disobedient, crying. At this time, grandma will gently wipe away my nose and tears with her rough big hands and bury my head deeply in her arms. She hummed softly, "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine …" Her upturned corners of the mouth, the peristalsis of her lips, and a touching song have taken root in my heart.

I just lay quietly in her arms, gently echoing this song in my ear, and fell asleep sweetly ... that was my first feeling about it, just like my pillow! I still remember one time, my grandmother and I pulled vegetables in our small yard. Small green vegetables and small green onions are all planted by grandma herself.

I followed my grandmother's example and picked the east and picked the west. Grandpa doesn't know when to appear behind us. He mysteriously took out a beautiful jasmine flower full of water, and then carefully inserted it in grandma's combed bun.

Grandma was surprised at first, and then gently fingered the jasmine with her right hand without anything-jasmine shining in the sun. Grandma smiled, smiling so peacefully and contentedly, and Grandpa smiled back, just a shallow mutual smile, and the beauty and maturity of human nature were fixed on the smile. After that, grandma seemed to sing softly when pulling vegetables, and her rosy cheeks were full of happiness, which was as beautiful as a scenery that could not be ignored.

Two or three years have passed quickly. When was the return date so hasty? My mother finally took me back from my grandmother. She said, go home. There are many delicious and interesting things in the city, such as chocolate candy and toy models ... I finally failed to resist the temptation and returned to that strange but familiar place. When I left, I saw my grandmother send me away with a smile. She said she could finally relax. But this smile, why is it so beautiful? Her singing.-I don't think I brought it back.

Later, with the growth of age, I don't know when I began to like pop songs, those dynamic, sweet or lyrical songs, and I have long forgotten what I love. Grandma has been here several times, and I don't have much contact with her. I only know that she sometimes quarrels with her aunt, or worse. Although grandma is very kind and considerate to them, but "every family has a difficult experience", grandma moved to Changzhou with grandpa after all.

And I'm numb to pop music that doesn't feel. "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, full of fragrant and beautiful branches ..." I sat at my computer desk, and the music automatically jumped to that song, intentionally or unintentionally.

Oh, that song is so sweet, but not as sweet as hers; Memories are so beautiful, but her back is gone. I remember someone once said, "As long as you live, you will be contaminated with dust." Even if the noise obscures my sight, this song will always be my nap harbor, my love for grandma, and grandma's love for me! Looking out the window, the smirking autumn wind swept the petals and sent them to an unknown country.

A song ends.

2. Tongjiang primary school students wrote a composition about Sichuan dialect, Tongjiang dialect in Sichuan.

I have nothing to do, because I once read a funny article about Sichuan dialect and had a whim. I decided to try my best to compile some dialects in my hometown (Tongjiang, Sichuan). I hope everyone will join us and welcome to reprint!

(This article needs to be read in Sichuan dialect, the heavier the better! )

Pain (green pain)

Bitter (bitter)

Tight (tight)

Sweetness (sensitive sweetness)

Smelly (pang smelly)

Cry (kiss)

Smile (a little)

Smile from ear to ear (thinking of your five flowers and two flowers)

enough to make oneself proud

Vanity (pro-giving)

Serve you right (at the right time)

Root (bag)

A room (stove) heated in winter.

Pebbles (wide bags of stones)

Axe (cutting mountain)

Eat (swell)

Fist (Torur)

Force (fiddling)

Stubborn child (Guruzi)

Nose (turbinate)

Snuff (blue nose)

Tooth (toothed bar)

Hair (bitter hair)

Knee (coughing up pineapple)

Elbow (crutch)

Arm (hand dare)

Eyeball (eye fruit)

Head (old shell)

Son: Mom, is the old man whispering?

Mother: It's a long walk up the hill. There is a mountain in front of the stove. Go up the hill and help your old man!

Two: I crawled on behalf of the hospital and coughed up the pain of several frogs in Poirot and Deqing. You can't let me go?

Mother: miscellaneous?

Er: Last night, I didn't even ask for stars. It's too dark for me to see. A stone with a wide pit took my place, and the kidnapper scraped off the skin, leaving the old shell black and blue!

Mother: It's time to recite. What a sunny day!

Son: Sister Nan?

Mom: It would be nice to kiss one day if you don't bask in the sun. Isn't it like a woman apologizing? She bedclothes in the middle of the night, but it is cold and her nose is growing!

Son: So the whole medicine hasn't been replaced?

Mother: Take a deep breath. She said that water and medicine are bitter, so don't ask for it!

Uh: Hey, hey ...

Mother: Remember your five cents and two cents. I kicked your mother and told you to come back and get swollen!

3. Use "Sichuan" as the topic of the composition and write about my hometown, my hometown-Sichuan. My hometown is in Sichuan, surrounded by mountains, surrounded by green water, towering mountains and simple folk customs.

In a word, my hometown is beautiful, and I love my hometown. In spring, the rain is quiet, like an elegant and beautiful woman coming in a hurry. In the field, hardworking people are transplanting rice seedlings and bending over. Unconsciously, time is shaking like this, but they never feel tired.

The white clouds in the sky fluttered with the wind, far and near, bright or dark. In summer, thunder rumbles like a strong man stepping on the ground, and farmers in the fields are tirelessly harvesting rice. When the sickle touched the ear of grain, their hearts were filled with smiles.

The rain in summer is very unusual, and the thunder in summer is also very unusual, as if to tear the whole day, which is frightening. In autumn, the cool breeze is rustling, like a quiet and kind grandmother coming slowly, sitting on the threshold of the door, quietly enjoying this godsend opportunity, like soaking in the autumn wind, but really in the autumn wind. This unspeakable emotion is really touching.

Pomelo, orange, banana ... are ripe and give off a thick sweetness, so people can't help but choose one to eat. In winter, it never stops raining. For example, a diligent student keeps making progress every day and never stops to explore the mysteries of this world. In winter in my hometown, there is almost no snow, only the rain keeps falling, not too big or too small, just right, and I feel very comfortable.

These are the four seasons in my hometown. You can visit our hometown when you are free. I will treat you well.

4. Write a composition about dialect examples

This is a joke that the local people told me when I was doing social education in Guangfeng, Jiangxi Province more than forty years ago.

Guangfeng dialect is inherently difficult to understand. We can still understand the people who studied there, but we can't understand a word of the rural grandmother's speech.

It is said that a foreign son-in-law visited Guangfeng's mother-in-law's house. The mother-in-law was very happy to see her son-in-law coming and prepared a lot of dishes. Mother-in-law cooked a dish and let her son-in-law take it away. The son-in-law asked, "Where to take it?" "Take it to bed!" Mother-in-law also pointed to her son-in-law. As soon as he saw a bed, he brought the food to the bed. The mother-in-law fried two more dishes and said to her son-in-law, "Go and have a look, be careful of flies!" " ""Never mind, I wrote down the bill! "Mother-in-law listened to the puzzling, just look at it in the past. As soon as she saw it, her son-in-law took all the dishes to bed. Really in distress situation!

It turns out that the Guangfeng dialect called the table' bed' (homophonic)

5. Write a narrative in your hometown dialect. My hometown is in the countryside, and the beautiful scenery in the countryside is dotted with beauty, especially in decline, which is naturally dazzling.

Mature atmosphere, garden, exudes attractive fragrance.

Taste. The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiles and very happy. Pears are golden, golden and shiny, with green between smiling faces. Small vegetables, a cluster here, are a cluster of green water droplets.

Like a green carpet covering the garden, what is more refreshing is that the meeting is in the garden: the garden is golden, occasionally dotted with a little green, lovely and harmonious. It is pleasing to the eye. The trees are covered with gold, the breeze is blowing and the yellow leaves are fluttering.

Pieces, only colorful butterflies, dancing with the wind.

Walking in the garden, the whole garden is very beautiful. Look, elegant and noble white flowers, warm purple flowers, yellow flowers splashed in autumn.

Of course, in autumn, fog is the most charming and popular with the youngest children. Every morning, the misty world, misty mountains, misty sea and rolling mountains, such as Penglai, are fascinating. Occasionally, the smoke around a farmhouse is exposed, and the wind sends out bursts of fragrance and slight morning fog in the cloud breakfast, which constitutes a harmonious and charming picture.

As long as there is fog, the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers at home is integrated with the mirage in my heart. No matter what year and month, no matter how far away they are, no matter where they live, autumn is always a hazy hometown in my life.

6. Writing a composition with an indelible accent is indelible in Sichuan dialect.

I remember, miss, those voices get better as they get older. ...

Zhanxi, a local accent came from the depths of the alley: "Bowl cakes, fry trees!" " Warm cries mark the beginning of a new day. Early in the morning, women met in the vegetable market, greeted with a strong local accent, and began to talk about some trivial matters of daily necessities; In the afternoon, the children are playing with water by the well, and the sun shines on their bright smiling faces. They tell their partners the joy of the moment with a simple local accent. In the evening, the old people sit on the sometimes-marked bamboo and rattan chairs and complete the edification of their children and grandchildren with authentic local accent ... The local accent is so mellow, strong and warm. They are like the warm current in winter, floating in every village and warmly surrounding the villagers.

A small village in Jinjiang, Fujian is my hometown. I spent my childhood there, so I have always had special feelings for Jinjiang. Jinjiang, the famous brand capital of China, has a long history and a unique Minnan culture. What impressed me most was the unique Minnan dialect. When I babbled, the first language I learned was the native Minnan dialect, which accompanied me through a wonderful childhood.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother always hummed behind my back: "It's getting dark, it's raining, grandpa wants to dig taro ..." This Minnan nursery rhyme has long been deeply rooted in my young mind. Every major festival in the village, Minnan Opera Troupe will be invited to perform in front of the temple. At that time, I didn't know how to appreciate it at all, except that the distant Minnan dialect was very pleasant to listen to. At one time, almost every household in the village was watching the local series Goodbye A Lang at 8 o'clock in Taiwan Province Province. This series of dialogues are all in Minnan. I think Minnan dialect is so special that I can not only sing pop songs, but also have my own series ... These are my childhood memories of Minnan dialect.

Later, I went to primary school, and the school taught in Mandarin. At that time, I felt that Mandarin was much better than Minnan dialect in my hometown, and I even felt that my hometown dialect was very rustic. When I graduated from primary school, my family and I immigrated to Macau, which was the first time I left my hometown for a long trip. At that time, I didn't give up much on everything in my hometown, except that it was a very happy thing to go to the city to study.

After coming to Macau, I learned another new language-Cantonese. In class, the teacher teaches in Cantonese; During the break, the students also communicate in Cantonese. In the evening, I watch TVB at home. The popular actors in this series also speak authentic Cantonese ... Compared with my fast and fluent Cantonese, my mother with poor language acceptance is clumsy. Her Cantonese is very nonstandard, and she often has Mandarin and Minnan accents. I remember once, the school held a parent-teacher conference, and most parents could talk to their teachers in fluent Cantonese. Only my mother was timid and tongue-tied, and I suddenly felt humiliated. At that time, I thought it was fashionable and gregarious to speak Cantonese among my peers. I am even afraid that others will recognize my local accent and exclude me from the countryside. In this way, I began to ignore the culture of my hometown, and even gradually forgot the local accent that accompanied me day and night.

In the summer of 2006, it was my first time to return to China after I went to Macau. At dusk, there is a nostalgic atmosphere in Xixun Village. Walking into my yard, the leaves on the old tree were painted golden by the sunset. The well in the yard is still so clear, but the iron cover at the wellhead is rusted. Vaguely heard "beef soup, oyster omelet!" Waiting for snacks to be sold in the afternoon, I walked out of my courtyard and followed the entrance to the temple where I was selling. The vendors enthusiastically solicited business. Suddenly, the familiar local accent sounded in my ear again: "A Ying, come back from school and grow taller!" " The villagers greeted me warmly. At that moment, I was moved This is the local accent in my childhood memory! The familiar Minnan dialect awakened my sleeping childlike innocence and aroused my strong nostalgia. At that moment, I felt very ashamed to think that I was from southern Fujian but was indifferent to the local accent. At that moment, my ears echoed with laughter that I had played hide-and-seek with my friends. The voice echoed with the cries of beef soup and oyster omelet, and lingered in my mind through the fleeting shadow, forming a beautiful Minnan nursery rhyme. Ah! What a beautiful nursery rhyme, what a wonderful local accent! My hometown, you raised me. How can I forget this kindness and the local accent that accompanied me day and night?

From the summer when I first went back to my hometown, I would go back to that warm place every summer vacation. This is a telephone with a local accent. In the past five years, I have been running countless days and nights on this expressway from Macau to Fujian, which is nearly 1000 km long. Every long day and night has different feelings. This road records my growing experience from childhood to adolescence. It is found that the years have changed a lot, but the homesickness pinned on the local accent has not changed. Every time we leave for Macao, we will add a lot of Minnan specialties such as lotus seed sugar, peanuts and tea to our luggage, which are warmly given to me by relatives and villagers. Because they speak the same Minnan dialect, they feel closer to each other. The local accent is so warm.

7. The composition "Speaking Dialect" describes the dialect characteristics of hometown and the jokes caused by dialect.

My father is from the south. Although I have stayed in the north for more than ten years, I still "a leopard cannot change his spots". I can't speak Mandarin, and I always communicate with people with a strong dialect, which can make a lot of jokes.

No, we have an aunt at home today. She is tall, fair-skinned and has big eyes. She looks great!

Mom and dad treated her warmly. During the chat, my father praised my aunt: "You are so elegant, and' * * *' is so white!" My aunt, who was laughing just now, couldn't help blushing and stopped talking.

My mother was also frightened by my father's sudden words. She secretly took my father aside and whispered, "What are you doing? She is a big girl. What is so white? " Dad asked doubtfully, "I didn't say * * *, when did I say * * *?" Mom was anxious: "Didn't you just say that people are white?" Dad was also anxious: "I didn't say' * * *' white, it was skin-skin-white-!" Dad said seriously and laboriously. Mom realized this and smiled with a "poof": "You really need to change your dialect!"

Mother sat beside her aunt and said, "Sister, don't get me wrong …" After listening to her explanation, her aunt smiled. Dad patted his head and said shyly, I really want to change this dialect! "

Look, this is a joke played by dialect, which brings great inconvenience to people's communication. I think it's also important to speak fluent Mandarin while retaining the local accent.

A joke in dialect

My grandmother got gallstones the other day. She just finished surgery last Friday and was discharged from hospital this Tuesday. She has been recuperating in my house for several days, and didn't go back until the scar healed.

This Thursday, I came home from school, had dinner and finished my homework. I suddenly felt very curious and said in dialect, "Grandma, did Nai just lie in bed all day?" I said this sentence loudly, so the whole family heard it. Suddenly, the house became very quiet, and then mom, dad and grandma all laughed. Mother smiled while covering her stomach and fell to the ground with a smile. While rubbing * * *, my father and grandmother laughed, and I looked at them with a puzzled face: Why do my mother, father and grandmother laugh, am I right? How strange! So I kept asking them why they were laughing, and as a result, they laughed so hard that they didn't even have the strength to speak.

Finally, when they finished laughing, mother said, "In dialect, lying in bed is generally used to describe that person who is lazy, while grandma sleeps in bed." Hearing the reason why my mother laughed, I also laughed impudently, and my stomach ached with laughter.

Our generation is not familiar with dialects, because we usually speak Mandarin, so we make such jokes. I wonder if our classmates have such funny jokes?

8. Speaking dialects is related to activities. Write a composition. We usually speak Mandarin at school, but today, Miss Huang asked us to speak dialects. We didn't expect that Mr. Huang was really. Dialect is our local dialect. Who wouldn't say?

Teacher Huang invited several students to speak dialects first. At first, they thought it was easy to speak dialect, but when it comes to snails, they all speak Mandarin without hesitation. When Teacher Huang told us that snail's dialect was "snail", our reaction was to laugh. In fact, I also said this "snail" in my hometown, but I just couldn't say it when I was nervous just now.

Then, the students performed several dialect sketches, which were very funny. Strangely, in the dialect sketch, the quiet girl is rude, and the naughty "Li Xiaotiao" is even more swaggering, just like a "Li Dazhao". Of course, the teacher's choice is also well-intentioned.