Write a composition (600 words) with a self-designed topic by using the method of repeated composition.

Write a composition (600 words) with a self-designed topic by repeating the composition. After a ten-minute break, the students happily came to the playground to play games. Look! Some students play football, some jump rubber bands, some throw sandbags, some throw handkerchiefs ... Suddenly, the quiet playground becomes very lively. The most interesting thing is throwing sandbags. A dozen classmates and I came to play with sandbags in the shade of a big tree. We were divided into four groups. ...

What did man invent from animals and plants? In our country, there have been examples of imitating biology for a long time. According to legend, in more than 3000 BC, our ancestor Youchao imitated birds to build nests in trees to prevent the harm of wild animals. More than 4000 years ago, our ancestors "knew the car as soon as they saw the flying canopy", that is, they invented the wheel when they saw the flying canopy turning with the wind. ...

Write a composition on a tree.

There is a famous statue on the beach in Denmark. It was a beautiful little mermaid on the reef on the shore, staring at the distance of the sea. The bitter story written by Andersen has become a real image here. People from all over the world came to visit the mermaid girl not far from Wan Li. Andersen really walked into people's hearts.

Maybe there are some big trees. I remember a thin boy wandering under a big tree, with no money in his pocket and hungry. He once leaned against a tree and poured out his troubles and puzzles to it ... He could only helplessly look at other happy children and pray that his happiness would not be late, but he was laughed at as a dream. That happiness really came late, and it seems that I can't wait. Perhaps it was because happiness came late that he resolutely decided to go to Copenhagen to find happiness.

Far from home, he never gave in to fate. He longed for people to recognize him and his works, but these recognitions also came late. Poetry, drama, travel notes, novels and even fairy tales will always be mercilessly attacked. Comments gathered in the sky like dark clouds, and soon turned into bean-sized raindrops falling on Andersen's head. Admit that it is not simply hiding behind the dark clouds, sunset seems to be an impatient Godot. He once cried alone on a cold night, hoping to admit that he was not late; He is full of loneliness and loss. I hope happiness won't keep him waiting too long. However, all this came too late, and Andersen had already started traveling.

On the trip, he met Goethe, Hugo and the brothers Grimm ... but those taunts were still with him, and the admission had not yet arrived. But he firmly believes that happiness is sublimated from trouble and happiness is born from pain. Only by working harder can we wait for that belated happiness. He wrote an immortal masterpiece "The Little Match Girl" on his trip, and happiness finally came. Maybe Andersen should thank those who are happy and late. If he is not late, it is uncertain whether he will set foot on the land of Copenhagen; Without being late, there would be no maturity and calmness after his trip; Without being late, the most classic fairy tale in the world would not have been born, and it seems that it is difficult for Andersen to achieve his brilliant life. ...

It is these happy lateness that spur him to keep working hard and creating. The happiness of being late is the harvest and joy of success, the glorious life of Andersen and the recognition of people all over the world.

The little match girl and her grandmother fly higher and higher in the light shell; The little mermaid's light floating body floats in the air and rises from the foam;

Write a composition about "class" through repeated rendering. When I was growing up in the countryside, I always looked forward to the holidays. Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival are the two most important festivals in my hometown. Perhaps it was because the living standard was relatively low at that time, and the family only improved their lives during the holidays; Perhaps it is a holiday as soon as the festival is over, and there will always be some entertainment activities to make you have a good time; Maybe both. In a word, adults are very busy during holidays. But adults are very busy and have a kind of relaxation every holiday. Of course, we carefree children are the happiest.

During the Spring Festival, although it coincides with the off-season, it always feels that pregnant women are busy with radiation protection every year. Only the Mid-Autumn Festival gives people a special happiness, a spiritual rest and a special desire. When I think about it later, it seems that it is caused by different moods.

I like the artistic conception of Mid-Autumn Festival. That is not only the savings of harvest, but also the beginning of harvest. She said she was saving money because the summer harvest was coming. It is said that she started because autumn came with her fruitful steps, melting the joy of people's upcoming harvest. I think only people who have experienced rural life will have such feelings, such feelings and such profound feelings.

I like the artistic conception of Mid-Autumn Festival. In the round moonlight, round moon cakes and apples are ripe, and pears, grapes and other fruits are also on the market. In the moonlight, people are tasting holiday food and talking about harvest. After enjoying the moon, I miss my relatives in a foreign land. As the saying goes, "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season."

Please write a composition on the topic of "Spring is coming" and walk into the spring by repeated methods. Everything is wonderful. Everything took off the silver and put on colorful and energetic flowered clothes. The grass just came out, yellow; Ye Er Port sprouts, green; Flowers are also in bloom, and all kinds of early flowers are dotted with the true feelings of spring. Breathing the fresh air and the gentle spring breeze blowing head-on is even more refreshing.

Into the spring, everything is so beautiful. From the clear sky, there are bright sunshine, clear rivers, and small fish swimming around ... occasionally there will be fine and fluttering light rain. Light rain falls on the fields, nourishing everything; Fall on flowers, grass and Ye Er, and it looks more watery; Falling on the river and playing hide-and-seek with small fish and shrimp ... like "Spring rain is as expensive as oil" and "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", aren't these well-known poems all describing the preciousness and loveliness of spring rain?

In spring, everything is new Spring symbolizes the beginning and the hope. In spring, people start sowing seeds in order to exchange hard work for rich fruits; In spring, students seize this golden season and absorb the nectar of knowledge like seedlings. ...

Entering the spring, the year has just begun; In spring, everything begins to recover; When you enter the spring, you are greeted by vitality ... When you enter the spring, you are bathed in the spring breeze, listening to the songs of spring, enjoying the dances of bees and butterflies, and feeling the fragrance of everything ... everywhere is thriving and full of vitality, just like a vibrant youth. Therefore, entering the spring is like standing at a new starting line.

If sixteen is the flower season of life, then youth is the spring of life. The flower season is short, so is spring. Let's seize the limited "spring"-don't let youth leave regrets. Entering the spring, there is a strong youth everywhere, and I firmly believe that the flower of youth will bloom brilliantly.

Write a composition with concern as the theme by repeated means. Caring is a kind of etiquette and a virtue. There are many virtues around, and the word caring can often be found in a small matter. For example, giving up your seat in the car will show people's concern. In my memory, there is one thing I can't forget, which makes me know how to care and help.

One afternoon, the wind was whistling, it was dark, and it seemed to rain. Sure enough, when we walked out of the classroom, we found sleet outside. Fortunately, my mother brought me an umbrella. I patted my chest happily at the door and said I couldn't get wet today. Some students sighed and said, haha, I also brought an umbrella. So students with umbrellas left one after another, but those without umbrellas. I am looking forward to the arrival of my parents. Because I forgot to take the water cup, I went back to the classroom to get it back, so I saw a touching scene. In the corridor, a male classmate looked around in the corridor. He must have been waiting for his parents to arrive. He frowned. What's the weather now? Why does it rain? Just as a big brother heard it, he said to his little classmates that he didn't bring an umbrella, did he? Why don't you use mine first? I still have one, the little classmate said gratefully, and disappeared in the rain with an umbrella. At this time, I found that my eldest brother only had an umbrella. He ran out of the school gate without hesitation and went home in the rain. But the little classmate didn't know the person who gave him the umbrella and went home in the rain. Seeing this, I was really moved to tears. What a nice person! When others are in trouble, I stand up and give them warmth, but I am shivering with rain and snow in the cold wind. I was moved by the quality of this big brother. Although I was young at that time, this incident left a deep shock to me.

Write a composition of 500 words 1

Composition of

Nakshu

After more than ten years' experience, I can't help feeling that the wonderful life should be dull. I'm tired of repeating the same boring thing every day.

After several unpleasant experiences, I began to want to escape from this world.

I said to my mother, "I don't want to do this anymore." No amount of effort seems to be in vain, so many people are above me. I can also

Learn from the ancients and live in seclusion. "Mother didn't speak. A few days later, my mother took me to a mountain. That is an unknown mountain. Although it is not high, it can also be described as risk. I looked at my mother and guessed her intentions.

"Do you see that tree?" Mother pointed to the cliff. I looked up. Between the steep cliffs, there is a tree, which seems to be bent by the cracks in the cliffs, but it is full of vitality.

"Well, I see it. That is ... "

"Come on, I'll take you up." My mother took me, found a gentle hillside and walked up step by step.

Looking at the sweat on my mother's forehead, although I didn't understand her intention, I told myself that I must go up. Peak. This is indeed a

This place.

My mother took me to that tree. "Look." I was startled. That tree actually grows out of stones!

"This, how can ..."

"You see, if this tree wants to grow, it must penetrate hard rocks. You are a clever boy, I think you will understand. " Mother stopped talking. I leaned down carefully and looked at the tree on the cliff. Its roots really grow in the rock, and they stretch around with tenacity and strength, as if to absorb all available nutrients around.

Epiphany.

I looked back at my mother: "

. If you want to have yourself in this world

We must try our best to overcome all setbacks and face life tenaciously. "

Before that, you must temper yourself first. Only true skills can overcome setbacks! "Mother said with satisfaction.

"Well, I'll never say such stupid things as seclusion again."

On my way back, I looked back at the tree. Under the blue sky, it seems like a sword that goes straight into the sky. It is telling me that it wants to fight against adversity.

Thank my mother for letting me see the tree. Thanks to the tree that broke through the rock, it made me understand that no matter how difficult adversity and frustration are to overcome, as long as we work hard, they will eventually become stepping stones on the road to success and help us climb to the top of victory.

That tree will grow in my heart forever.

2. Be an epiphyllum, only the fragrance remains.

, freeze the memory.

After a long time, I still can't forget the moment when Epiphyllum first opened. In the bright moonlight, it just opens its arms lightly and embraces this seemingly beautiful world, like a supernatural spirit, without any distractions and suffocating beauty.

But it is so short.

for this reason

The price of beauty is the shortness of life. No tears, no sadness, no hesitation, only stubborn loyalty to myself. In this way, it quietly blooms and fades, leaving people with infinite feelings.

No matter how gorgeous and exquisite the flowers are, the ultimate fate is still

When you get old, it will still fade. Instead, it is better to be like a epiphyllum. Although short-lived, it can be fragrant forever. It has never let the secular branches and leaves defile its innocence, just waiting for it to bloom again next year.

The beauty of Epiphyllum lies in the extreme life it shows. It's amazing and fascinating.

The beauty that really touches people's hearts is nothing more than

Right now. Short but can stay in my heart forever. Just like a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of gentle cheeks touching tears, a fearless face to the team, a detached high-rise building alone,

A comfort in the world, a tear in the world, will always remain in people's hearts.

Don't say epiphyllum is short-lived, they just obey their inner strength, and at the most appropriate time, they emerge from their inner generate and show it to the world.

A little aloof, a little free and easy. Let their most beautiful memories live in people's hearts and remain beautiful after thousands of years.

When the body dies, the memory lasts forever.

Don't linger in the secular garden, because there are no unbeaten flowers; Don't live an empty life, because it's just

.

Be an epiphyllum, that is, an epiphyllum, leaving a touch of eternal aloof beauty in the soul. That's the ultimate.

3. The beauty of flowers

Paper flowers, plastic flowers ... fake flowers are also beautiful. Leave it there until it is full.

It's gray.

I don't like fake flowers very much, although they are beautiful, just beautiful, just not beautiful.

Have a soul.

Love a real flower, because she is alive, she will shine and wither. straight

What shocked me was the moment before the flowers fell. False, it is better to leave brilliantly.

The spirit of flowers is the same for people.

I like autumn.

Many people have asked me, "Which season do you like best among the four seasons of the year?" I always answer without hesitation: "I like autumn!" " "

I like autumn, although it is not as vibrant as spring, and there is no summer.

The scenery is not as pure as the silver makeup in winter, but I am still interested in it.

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If green is the messenger of spring, red is the color of summer and white is winter clothes, then yellow belongs to autumn. When seeing Miss Xia off, Grandma Qiu walked towards us with vigorous steps. Her arrival made everything take off old clothes and put on new clothes. All the trees have fallen.

Jean. Put on the new clothes carefully sewn by Qiu's mother-in-law Flowers all burst into smiles, and so did birds.

Fly slowly to the south-another warmer world. It seems that everything is helpless, lonely and beautiful. Passers-by are also in a hurry to enjoy the scenery on both sides. This may be the reason why autumn is not popular with the public.

But let's take our eyes off these sad scenery and move there.

Fields. The crops in the field have matured after several months of cultivation, which has brought unparalleled joy to people. The farmers who have worked hard for a long time are all smiles and go to the golden fields to harvest the fruits of their labor. They are working in full swing in the golden sea. For a time, the vitality of spring, the lively enthusiasm of summer and the joy of harvest in autumn all came to this vast field. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the "sea" was choppy, mixed with people's crisp and gratified laughter. Look at this situation, how many people don't like autumn?

Sometimes there will be a light rain, and the autumn rain will hit people's faces soft and cool. At this time, people forgot all their misfortunes and accepted the baptism of autumn rain.

I like autumn, like the beauty of depression, like the joy of harvest, like the continuous light rain … like all this.

If someone asks me now, "Which season do you like best all the year round?" I will not hesitate to answer: "I like autumn!" " "Although not very prominent.

Life is like ping pong.

Yichi

Green green, this is also a little bit.

When there is no wind, it is like a piece of cloth lying flat on the surface of the pond, without the slightest wrinkle, and it is like a natural turquoise.

Floating in the pool.

Some of the branches went straight into the pool surface, and there were slight scratches on the flat water surface-but they could not be completely cut off, showing their vitality.

and

From time to time, I also disturb my flat face, which is full of ripples. The ripple of the fish can't help but appear, making it

More crowded and nervous.

The wind is blowing hard and wrinkled.

; Bend over and shake your head

; What has long since disappeared is that

Wrinkling is only an instant. When the wind is lighter, the plane will return to its original state. Then, it is wrinkled and floating. Sometimes fish "patronize". The wind is the devil,

It is a bacterium, but it can't kill it.

The flat surface is still intact except for some sundries.

This reminds me of Wen Tianxiang's poem "Life experiences ups and downs, but the rain is flat". Yes, life is not like duckweed, there are always storms in a quiet life; And the wind and waves contain a quiet life.

The twists and turns of life are not duckweeds that survive in the wind, but duckweeds that take root in the water and people are there.

Survival.

Rough and bumpy, long life, sigh for heaven, sigh for life and death; Praise the Yellow River, praise the majestic posture of the Yellow River; Weep for the grass, weep for the grass

; Stand on the mountain and sing the majesty of the mountain; Whispering to the river, singing the trickle of the river ...

If life is just the calm of duckweed without strong wind, then life is a cup of tasteless water; If only the river is selfish, then the world is full of cold ice; If there is only mountain arrogance in the world, there will be no selfless love. ...

Your own life, your own road, is at your feet and under your control.

Life! Duckweed!

The charm of leaves

There is a tree in front of the window. There is a leaf on the tree. I looked at it and it looked at me.

The leaves are always swaying slightly.

Pi Nuo Qi asked, "Yeah, why do you always swing?"

"I

. "It said.

"Leaves are leaves, and they can never fly like birds."

"Watch it." It just smiled and stopped talking.

Leaves swing from spring to summer, lasting and warm.

I was surprised: "Why? A season of time you have grown up, you should understand ... "

"Maybe," he looked at the sky and sighed softly. "A season has taught me that leaves can never fly like birds, but I still can't stop myself from flying. Sometimes, you know it's impossible, but you can't control yourself, can you? "

"If we know that impossible, how?

And then what? "I'm confused.

"Maybe, because in my heart, I still want to fly …" It smiled at me with a hint of sadness. ...

It is autumn here.

I looked at the crumbling leaves and said, "Your life is coming to an end. Are you still chasing an impossible dream? "

"yes." Leaf raised his head, eyes shining with irresistible brilliance, "you know? Ladies and gentlemen, now

. "

"Happy?"

"Well, this time, I understand a lot. I watched many people coming and going from this treetop, busy, but never satisfied. Do you know why? "

"Didn't they get what they wanted?"

"No, because they ignore the process while pursuing the result. You know, the joy of' result' is brought by' process'. It is a pity that there is no result in the process, but the result without the process is even more tragic ... Do you understand? "

I shook my head gently. "What are you trying to say to me?"

It smiled again: "I am savoring the process!" " "

Winter is coming.

I came to the window with heavy steps. Suddenly, a sight froze me-dead leaves, flying!

Time seems to have stopped flowing, and it radiates youthful brilliance with its body. It has left the embrace of the tree and is flooding.

In the sky, on this stage, flying. Although it is such a simple action, it dances with charm and charm, lighter and more moving than a bird ... It is more like a gypsy woman, dancing as it pleases, although its clothes are old and its skirt is torn.

, eyes flashing hot light. It was a calm, warm and detached cheer! Yuan Hu, who drew a circle in the air, is that life? Grave! ?

Suddenly, it was like an elf joking in the wind. A gust of wind blew and the leaves were out of balance. Like a yellow butterfly with broken wings, it churned in the air and made a final effort before landing. Finally, the "butterfly" fell to the ground, and the sunset dyed it golden, just like the horizon was about to die.

……

Tears trickled down my eyes: "Your dream came true, but you spent your whole life waiting and exhausted all your energy. Don't regret it? "

It didn't answer, still smiling quietly, and gradually closed its eyes. ...

In the evening, I had a dream. In the white heaven, angels are playing.

Leaves fly calmly, leaving shiny marks. ...

A voice said: Dreams exist for pursuit!

I am often moved by the stubborn life between cracks.

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It is the uncertain wind that scatters the seeds that have not been picked to the ends of the earth. When they can't find soil anymore, they put the last one.

Our hopes are pinned on this crack line. Although they can also share the warmth of the sun and get water from the rain, only the soil on which all life depends must be found by themselves. How severe the reality they face.

As a result, there has been an amazing miracle in nature, and tenacious life has sprouted among barren rocks.

Or just a bunch of nameless weeds, Chun Lv is autumn and yellow, and the years are passing away. They have no conditions to grow wide leaves, because they can't find enough leaves to make them.

Thickened nutrients, they only have three or two slender leaves, which are very subtle.

Tell you how hard it is to survive; What's more, they grow their own roots under clusters of thin leaves, just to suck their mothers' milk less, and then look for gaps that are not easy to be detected. This is life. If this is an instinct, then it just shows how noble the instinct of life is, and life has the right to think that it is magnificent and its vitality is so unstoppable.

Or just a bunch of small ones.

Most of them are bitter dandelions. Their stems and leaves are full of bitter milky juice, and their roots are dug up in spring.

. But the dandelion in the crack is far less strong than its peers in the field. They can't grow into tall trunks because of the strong wind, and they can't grow many leaves because of the barren rocks. Their stems look tough and old, and their leaves lose their luster because of withering. Only their roots are like flexible and powerful tendons, like soft and hard.

, buried deep in the narrow gap between cracks; They can no longer cook fresh and tender food for people.

Instead, quietly prepared a reliable mountaineering road for people.

. This is how life is defined and changed by the environment.

Although the law is ruthless, the survival of the fittest is the strong who overcome the environment. The phenomenon of life tells you that life is a struggle.

If there are only these little flowers and grasses in the gap, it may only arouse people's pity; The most amazing thing is.

Between the gaps, there are towering pines and cypresses, majestic and vigorous, towering and straight. They make the mountains have aura and make all life look pale and inferior in front of them. Their trunks grow so tenaciously from the cracks, twisting and rotating, growing on every inch of the tree coat.

Afraid. Up, up, up. Every inch of growth has to go through several degrees of cold and heat, several degrees of spring and autumn. However, they eventually grew up to be

Stretching out lush branches with needles that never fade. They stand on the cliff wall, on the high mountain peak, and only the knotted roots on the cliff silently tell you how hard their growth is. Rough as that

As thin as the root of a grass snake,

, drilling in from a gap, and drilling out from another gap, so along the ruthless.

They stretched out like sharp claws and grabbed the rock where it lived. Sometimes, a pine and cypress tree, whose roots have to climb over half a cliff, seems to tie countless rocks tightly with a thick cable, let them face the storm, and finally occupy a world for themselves in a living space that does not belong to them.

If all life disdains to find a foothold in the crevices, then there will be a large area of forever dead in the world, birds will have nowhere to live, all life that depends on flowers and trees will be extinct, and there will be eternal darkness that will never be civilized. If all life only covets black fertile soil, how can they improve their ability to control the environment and become stronger in the reproduction from generation to generation? The world is so wonderful. Imagine that the weeds in the crevices, once their grass seeds are scattered on fertile land, will be more vital and flourish than the delicate seeds that have not been tested by wind and rain; Imagine dandelions in the cracks. Once their seeds, supported by groups of umbrellas, float to the wet countryside with the wind, they will surely grow stronger than other flowers and be more resistant to the heat and cold. As for the tenacious pine and cypress, it is the lofty embodiment of life, the most perfect symbol of perseverance and will, it inspires all life and sets an example.

May all life not fall between rocks.

. May all life dare to seek the most difficult environment. Life is to find yourself and know yourself in the most difficult situation, so as to temper yourself, grow yourself, and finally complete yourself and sublimate yourself.

The tenacious life between the cracks is both biological and philosophical, and it is the unity of biology and philosophy. It is also aesthetic; As an aesthetic phenomenon, it shows you not only the layers of green that decorate the barren hills, but also the beautiful and magnificent spiritual world.

The tenacious life between the cracks has such emotional power, which shocks people's hearts and makes the planet we live on magical and brilliant.

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At the end of the composition of autumn scenery (using repeated rhetorical devices), the word "autumn" may be hidden in golden ears of rice, burning persimmons and green vegetable fields. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.

Composition: Write a composition entitled "Tears" with an inscription. Need 400 words of tears.

Tears are a way for people to express their feelings. There are many kinds of tears, including tears of pain and tears of joy. In my childhood, there were tears of sadness and tears of happiness.

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I remember once, I lost my finished composition. Now I'm so anxious that I can't find it all over the house. I called my mother and she said she didn't know. I searched and asked, but I couldn't find my composition. My heart is cold and lost. I sat on the bed in frustration and began to rack my brains to think about where my composition had gone. I looked everywhere I wanted, but there was nothing. My last hope was shattered. I was completely desperate and cried sadly. That composition took me a lot of effort to write, and the more I think about it, the more wronged I am. Finally, when I think about it seriously, I actually blame myself for not being careful and not saving it in time. My mother always reminds me that I always take it seriously and I have tasted the consequences of littering. Through this lesson, I realized that in order to shed less tears, I must get rid of this bad habit.

There is anxiety and happiness in tears.

There was a lot of homework that day. I didn't finish it until nine o'clock. I'm so tired and sleepy that I can't even lift my eyelids. I rested on my desk for a few minutes. Just then, my mother came in, put a glass of milk on the table and said to me, "Baby, how much homework is there?" Are you tired? Have some milk! ","don't drink, leave me alone. I just finished it, "I said grumpily. Mother didn't say anything and stopped for a while before leaving. I got up to get a cup and drink milk. I saw a note under the cup. I think it's probably written by my mother. When I brought it, I saw the note saying, "Baby, I know you are tired and bored. If you have any problems, please tell your mother, and she will help you. You should drink more milk. You're growing. Come on! You can do it. Love your mother. "Seeing this, my eyes are moist and I am moved by my mother. I feel very happy because I have a good mother who cares about me so much and loves me so much. No matter how hard and tired I am, I will study hard.

Tears are not only flowing, but also our precious wealth. We should learn from our tears and gain experience, so that our future life will be less frustrated and smoother. We should also seriously feel the happiness and joy in tears and cherish it!

Write an 800-word composition with a sudden turn

Xiong Gang Qinglong Vocational School

"Don't run, don't run ..." He shouted in despair.

I don't care. By the faint moonlight, I ran as hard as I could, just like stepping on the hot wheels. I ran for a kilometer or two and finally got rid of the people behind me. I'm so happy that I finally got back at him!

I get angry when I mention him. That day, when we were playing in the field, he screamed at one moment, and then he screwed up a good game. Just because we stepped on some wheat, not his. This is not good. He also told my father about it, saying that I was a "waste of money", which led to my being beaten. I thought at that time, I must get back at him! His land is next to mine, so it's not easy to get back at him? No, tonight, I did it!

I feel glad while running, haha, "Fat Head", let you taste the power of "Fat Head"! I've made a mess of your red peony. I'd be surprised if I didn't make you angry! Even if the sweet potato in your field is not dead, it will grow up after half a month. Haha, let's see if you dare yell at me. ...

There is a bamboo forest in front of me. I ran quickly, hid in the dark, and quietly observed what was going on outside.

After a while, he ran, panting with fatigue. Strangely, he didn't fly into a rage. Maybe he was too tired to scold, maybe he didn't want to scold the wilderness. ...

He stopped here for a while and saw nothing. He turned and walked back. I suddenly had an idea in my heart: follow him and see where he goes.

He turned back to the ground, took advantage of the moonlight, picked up the red sweet potato I had thrown on the ground, and sighed while picking it up: "Alas, alas, what a pity!" " "I almost laughed when I heard his sigh.

He was on his way home, and I followed him at a distance. Gee, strange, why did he come to my house? He found me? No I must have complained to my father. Complain about your pain, as you wish. ...

The next morning, as soon as I got up, my mother came back from outside with a bunch of sweet potatoes in her hand and said, "Last night, I don't know which' fat head' shaved all our sweet potatoes ..."