My paradise excellent composition 1 beginning: it is a familiar place; It is a lively place; It's a warm place. That place is my school-an affiliated teacher of a primary school.
When I entered the school gate, the first thing I saw was an eye-catching fountain carved by two young pioneers wearing bright red scarves. Under the sunlight, it looks particularly brilliant.
Further inside is our playground. The west of the playground is next to a flower bed. In the four seasons, there is a large shrub and several tall trees in the flower bed. In the east of the playground, there is a place to show some students' excellent art and calligraphy works. There is a 5-meter platform in the north of the playground, with vibrant flower beds on both sides. There is also a straight flagpole on the rostrum, standing like a martyr on the battlefield, and the five-star red flag is flying in the air. Every Monday morning, during the big break after the second class, all the teachers and students come to the playground early and queue up quickly. The flag-raising ceremony officially began, and the school orchestra played the solemn national anthem March of the Volunteers. All the young pioneers stood at attention and watched the five-star red flag Ran Ran rise ... In the middle of the playground, there was a "small world" for basketball players. After school, they can't wait to rush to the playground to play basketball and show the vitality of teenagers!
Then, go straight ahead and you will reach our teaching building. In the center of the teaching building, there is a display screen with tips for students written on it. In the teaching building, there are more than 20xx students sucking the nectar of knowledge in 36 classrooms. Every day when we walk into the teaching building, the sound of reading is slowly introduced to our ears with footsteps. In class, teachers lead students to swim in the ocean of knowledge. When class is over, many students stay in the teaching building or take a walk in the corridor. Because of the colorful layout of our teaching building, there are fairy tales, celebrity stories, unsolved mysteries and so on, the students are fascinated. ...
My campus is a sacred place, which allows us to open the treasure house of wisdom; It can bring us laughter; It can give us spiritual support ... how desirable my campus is!
I have a small house, which is my childhood paradise, a paradise full of fairy tales, where there is an indispensable nutrient for my childhood-books.
When I was a child, I pestered my parents to tell me stories every day and listened to them before going to bed. Beautiful fairy tales dress up my dreams.
Actually, I like children's songs best. I heard from my mother that when I was a child, I spoke slowly, so I taught children songs to make me speak faster. I also like to recite many children's songs.
After watching Snow White, I changed the story and played the role of Snow White. After the queen cast a spell, Snow White jumped out of the castle. I regard my bed at home as a high castle and slowly jump down with pretended tears. This is very troublesome. My face was scratched, and I vowed never to listen to stories again.
However, my face is just right, and the old habit is broken again.
This time, after thinking, I caught five ladybugs, put them on my desk and hung them on the bed with a rope. My story is like this: God said that as long as a tree has five leaves and the last one falls off, you will go to heaven and be an angel. I lay in bed and cut a rope. I said to myself: A leaf falls, waiting, waiting to be an angel. Then I cut it again and said, "Be an angel at once." And the result? In a fog, I saw Duke Zhou leave. ...
My paradise supports my childhood dreams. My library has laid the foundation for my future. I still remember reading books such as Wolf, The Journey to the West, Grimm's Fairy Tales and Arabian Nights. I thank my parents for telling me stories. My childhood is a world of fairy tales and books, and my childhood is colorful.
Childhood is the most beautiful picture of life, and books are brushes. I will use this pen to describe my life. Book is my best friend, and I firmly believe that it will take me across islands and deserts and find my wings in life.
Childhood with books is happy, and life with books is wonderful. Oh, thank you-my Little Paradise!
My paradise My paradise is Shi Fo Village in Chengde County. It's a bit remote, but it's my paradise.
There are really mountains, water and Woods there. It's really great to bring your friends! We can barbecue there: tents, grills, ingredients ... once when I was a child, I caught fish by the river. The fish there is very small, which makes it more difficult to catch. We just caught two fish, and I suddenly thought of an idea: Xiaoxiao and I washed the fish and baked them. At this time, dad is fishing in the distance, but the big fish is not easy to catch, so he has plenty of food and clothing! Let's take a bunch of bamboo sticks, find a smooth stone and put the small fish on it. Pick up a bamboo stick and cruelly gut the fish, dig out the contents of the body, then scald it with hot water to kill the bacteria. Insert bamboo sticks and bake slowly. Because the fire at that time was left over from roasting and was going out, I sighed. Sprinkle some seasoning when it's almost ready, and I can't help biting a little, um ... it's delicious!
Next task: collecting duck eggs, usually in the Woods. Now that the ducks are on the shore, Xiaoxiao and I quietly walked over to find the right time to scare the ducks away, and then we quickly ran over and looked for them with our eyes wide open. But I haven't found it for a long time. At this time, my mother found something good, so I took a closer look. Wow! A big love stone, still red, very beautiful!
In Shi Fo Village, you can not only play with these things, but also fish, catch shrimps, play with water and so on. Playing here can get closer to nature!
Between the lines, people realize that Shi Fo Village is really your paradise. This article is detailed and appropriate. The pleasure of grilled fish is written in detail, and duck eggs are written simply. This is an excellent exercise.
There is a big vegetable garden behind my grandfather's house, called "Baicaoyuan" (inspired by "Baicaoyuan"). All kinds of fruits, vegetables and trees are planted here. It seems to be my paradise, just like other vegetable gardens.
In spring, there are not many interesting things in the garden. Only a few peach trees and apricot trees have pink flowers, attracting bees to fly among the flowers and collect honey. After a winter, the grass grew out of the frozen soil. At first, it was a little green. Later, it grew tall and green. I often sit on the apricot tree, break a green willow branch and whistle. Everything smells of spring.
In summer, all the vegetables planted in the garden grow out, and a large area of green is more interesting than spring. It is a very pleasant thing to take a fan and a plate of watermelon and sit under a leafy tree to have a rest and enjoy the cool. Of course, I can't enjoy the spring rain now, which means it is precious, but the summer rain bothers me because it is muddy everywhere and I can't climb trees for several days.
In autumn, in the most prosperous season of this vegetable garden, all fruits and vegetables are ripe, and the vegetable garden is no longer a single color, but becomes colorful. In autumn, everyone becomes amiable because of the joy of harvest. Eat grapes, date, chew corn and pinch peaches. ..............................................................................................................................................................
Winter, winter is more fun. Dress like a cotton bag, make a snowman, have a snowball fight and catch birds in the vegetable garden. Of course, there are many accidents in winter. Whoever climbs the tree with his partner bravado first often hasn't climbed it yet. People and snow fell to the ground, standing behind the crowd and mocking.
Now in junior high school, those games don't exist, only the vegetable garden records everything.
Everyone has his own paradise, just like Lu Xun's Herb Garden, which can bring happiness to himself. I also have my heaven, and my heaven is my room.
My room facilities are simple: a small bed, a table, some chairs and a TV set, but this is my paradise.
Once, I invited many friends to my house to watch TV. My little friends packed my little room to the brim. It's not so much watching TV as playing with toys. The TV is the sound of the Monkey King fighting with monsters, the room is the noisy sound of my friends and me, mixed with the sound of toys colliding, and all kinds of happy laughter, playing happy music in my paradise. After my friends left, my room was a mess: littered food bags; Snacks that fell to the ground; Incomplete toys, of course, will inevitably be scolded by my mother, but I think it is worthwhile, because I have a good time in heaven, and happiness is priceless!
If you ask me what I like best in my paradise, I will tell you without hesitation: jumping on the bed.
I once asked my mother: How many beds do I use in my room now? Mother said: The third bed is broken. You jumped out of the first two beds, so this time I bought a bouncy bed. See if you can still jump!
On this day, my parents went out again. I couldn't resist the temptation of trampoline and jumped up on the bed again. I giggled happily while jumping. I jumped harder and higher, and I was really happy. Just as I was having fun, the bed suddenly sank with a bang. I quickly got out of bed and looked at it, only to know that the bed board was broken in two. I feel distressed and regret. Love has been with me for months and suddenly turned into a pile of waste; It's a pity that I didn't jump if I had known. My mother came back and saw the broken bed. My first reaction was to scold me. Although I am also distressed, I am still a little happy after being distressed. After all, I had a happy jump before I got laid off in bed.
This is my paradise, my happy paradise! !
My heaven
I live in a busy city, where there are many tall buildings and traffic. But what I like best is grandma's quiet mountain village. Because the land there is fertile, surrounded by mountains and waters. In the morning, the wonderful songs of birds wake people up. In the evening, the smoke from the kitchen seems to summon people who are still busy in the fields to go home for dinner. What a harmonious and charming rural landscape painting.
In this small mountain village, there is a crystal clear stream flowing through it. There is a lush bamboo forest on the other side of the stream. Whenever spring thunder rings, bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest stick out their small heads one by one. At this time, I like to follow my grandfather to explore treasures in the bamboo forest. I carefully searched the ground with a branch, pushed aside the thick bamboo leaves, and a green and tender spring bamboo shoot was exposed. I found it. I cried with joy.
In summer, catching fish with my friends in the stream is my favorite thing to do. Roll up your high trouser legs, step into the water carefully, put your hands gently on the water, and watch everything underwater intently. Once a small fish swims into my sight, I will catch it ashore in lightning speed. At this time, friends will pass by a small bucket and put the fish in it. We got wet in our clothes and pants, and we were criticized when we came home, but we were still happy. A flock of ducks, with their heads held high and covered in white, swam to us with great pride, quacking from time to time, as if to say, this is our territory, leave quickly! My friends and I picked up the pebbles by the stream and gave the duck a row of arrows, and the duck ran away. Ha ha ha cheerful laughter echoed in the stream.
The wind blew through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound, as if playing music. Mixed with the tinkling sound of the stream, it formed a perfect chorus. This is my paradise, a small mountain village with pleasant scenery and full of fun.
Happiness lies in having fun with friends, being touched a little, buying new clothes, or buying what you dream of. But I think the happiest thing is to play with my friends at the school football field.
The football field in our school is120m long and 90m wide. There are two goals standing on the green grass and the opposing lines of the game are drawn. Usually, many students practice on the football field, but when it comes to the game, it is even more lively here.
Today is the day of the annual fourth-grade football match. The weather is clear, there are no clouds in Wan Li, and the sun shines into my bed like an arrow. I am very happy. I put on my football shoes and sportswear and ran to the school football field. The teacher is already waiting for us.
All the students arrived and we started the game. First of all, Xiaofeng of our team served, and he passed me a ground ball. Just then, I kicked my classmate Bao. He had a "plane" that should have been kicked to Xiao Fang, but the football went through Xiao Fang's head and flew into the goal. "ah ... ah!" The students were a little skeptical about getting this score and cheered loudly. People in our team laughed happily.
Then the opponent served, and the goalkeeper tried his best, but the ball missed and the football flew out of the court. The teacher served another ball, and this time we served. Our classmate Bao tried his best to kick the ball into the air. Xiao Fang hit his head and the ball flew to the other side. The other side had a big foot and the ball rushed to the front of the rack in our class. The goalkeeper of our class protected the football with his body and didn't let the other team score. After the game, our class won and the teacher blew the whistle.
We often hold various competitions here, so the school football field is my paradise.
My paradise. Everyone has his own paradise. Some people's paradise is in a gorgeous restaurant, some people's paradise is in a lively playground ... but mine is in a small garden.
This garden is just under our house. There is a ginkgo tree with a history of 100 years. The worker's uncle made it into an "apron", surrounded by a circle of chairs, and then spread wooden floors on the surrounding open space, and the area was surrounded by railings. In this way, cars and battery cars can't be driven in, and children have fun inside.
I remember from kindergarten, every day after school, I would play under the big tree with my friends in kindergarten for a long time before going home. Swing for the first time, roller skating for the first time, cycling for the first time ... I have experienced many firsts in this promised land.
In spring, everything recovers, ginkgo trees begin to sprout, and other flowers and plants in the garden wake up and grow up desperately, which is a vibrant scene. We fly kites, ride bicycles, play ball and chase important things. We are very happy.
In summer, the ancient ginkgo tree opens its umbrella to create a cool world for children. Every evening, everyone comes to sit under the tree, chat and enjoy the cool, and there are bursts of laughter in the shade.
Autumn is the most beautiful season in a small garden. Stepping on the carpet paved with ginkgo leaves, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, all kinds and beautiful. The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted in the distance, and I was in a good mood just after walking in the small garden.
In winter, the busiest time in the small garden is of course after the snow. As long as the snow stops, big friends and children come to the small garden. Snowsweepers, snowball fights and snowball throwers, regardless of age, familiarity or strangeness, are talking and laughing. ...
This is my paradise. Although it is a small garden, it has brought infinite joy to my childhood.
Everyone has his own paradise to relax and play. Some people's paradise is a beautiful small garden, some people's paradise is a museum, and some people's paradise is a slide in the community. But my paradise is the grove in the park.
Almost every week, my father takes me to the Woods in the park twice. The forest is very quiet, so you can hear the rustling of leaves and the whispering of birds. It's wonderful! This grove is not only quiet but also beautiful. There are tall trees everywhere in the park, and there are some newborn saplings around. Small buds on dead branches, as Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said: The tree is green before it is overcast. In spring, it is a sea of flowers, and in autumn, it becomes a world of fallen leaves. There are not only trees in the park, but also many flowers: small wild flowers all over the mountains bloom alternately in different seasons, and the park is always full of refreshing flowers.
Park is not only a beautiful environment, but also a happy paradise for children.
I often invite some friends to play hide-and-seek in the Woods of the park. I specially put on the camouflage clothes my mother bought me. I crept into the Woods, and then I heard my friends say excitedly, I found it, I found it, they all found it, and I was the only one left. I was secretly pleased, and it was interesting to hear them calling my name anxiously. After the meeting, I suddenly lost track of them. Are they discouraged and stop looking? Did they leave without me? I was a little timid, so I jumped out of the grass. My friends who were hiding on the side all smiled and said, I found it, I found it. Only then did I find myself cheated. Every time we have fun! At this moment, I hope that the pneumonia epidemic will pass quickly and let me return to my paradise again!
I like the Woods in the park, the beauty there, and the infinite happiness it brings me!
My Paradise Excellent Composition 10 Everyone has his own small world, his own paradise, and I am no exception. Then can you guess where my heaven is? By the way, that's my study.
My study is small, but everything in it bears witness to my joys and sorrows. Whenever I am praised or get good grades, my friends in study will be happy with me and applaud me; When I feel sad and depressed, sitting at my desk and looking at my friends who usually get along with each other day and night will feel a little relieved; When I feel angry, when I come to the study, my friends will persuade me and my heart will gradually calm down.
My study is also my "smart factory". Whenever I encounter a problem, my friends at school will help me. I remember once, when I was writing a composition, I felt that I couldn't go on writing. Just as I was thinking hard and scratching my head, the desk lamp next to me said, "Don't worry, young master, make a list and spread it out slowly."
"Yes, don't worry, use some clever rhetoric."
"Little master, don't forget to describe this precious golden key in detail!"
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Pencils, piggy banks and ink bottles can't wait to give me "advice". After listening to it, I suddenly had an epiphany and my pen flew. Sure enough, this composition got high marks.
The study is still my "small library", and many extracurricular books are neatly arranged on the shelves, as if waiting for my call at any time. In my spare time after finishing my homework, I can enjoy swimming in the sea of books, explore the Rubik's cube building with Rick, visit Mr. Wonka's great chocolate factory with Charlie, sit on the wheel-like ear of a kind giant and weave one dream after another together. ...
This small study, though small, contains a lot of knowledge and ideas. Gradually, this place has become my paradise. Then where is your paradise?
My paradise excellent composition 1 1 beginning: my paradise is my room. There is a bed, a bedside table, a desk with bookcases and a wardrobe in the room.
After school, I came back here, took out all my toys and began to play happy and exciting games.
Call the cats and dogs in first, then lock the door and take out toys to scare them. They will scream with fear, and sometimes they will take out an ugly doll as a demon and take a few as guards. Those guards often rob people of food, leaving them with nothing to eat every day. At this moment, a little boy who knows magic came. The little boy took a stick and said to people, "If they come here again to rob things, you hit them with a stick and they will run away." Sure enough, when they came to rob things, the people beat them with sticks and they all fled. So this is the so-called golden hoop.
One day, Bai suddenly came to this place and often drank human blood. When people saw it, they were afraid to come out. Just then, my dog roared: "The rescue team is coming!" I saw the Monkey King, Pig Bajie and Friar Sand all coming to help these poor people escape. I quickly asked, "Why didn't the Tang Priest come?" They replied, "In the back!" When I looked intently, it turned out that Tang Priest was practicing martial arts in the back! After practicing martial arts, playing white is no problem!
A fierce war began. The Tang Priest first got a Tathagata palm, but missed it, and then got a scud. This time, Bajie came, and he shoveled the white into pieces with a shovel. I shouted: "Dead in vain, long live the Tang Priest and Bajie." Dad heard me yelling and thought something was wrong. When he came in, he saw toys everywhere. His face became serious, and before he could speak, I grabbed his hair and shouted, "Bai was caught!" " Hearing this, my father and I both laughed.
My room is my paradise, and this paradise makes me find pleasure in boredom, which is the happiest thing.
My Paradise Excellent Composition 12 For me, the lake next to my home and its surroundings are my real paradise.
Early in the morning, when I was running by the lake, it was a good time for dew to haunt my heart. Dewdrops blinked their beautiful eyes and lay lazily on the green leaves by the lake. When I ran over, it stuck to my shoes and followed my steps. The grass twists and dances with my pace and rhythm with the breeze. What an excellent dancer! On the clear lake, the water lily finally woke up and opened her brightest smile, which made me like it. Large tracts of green lotus leaves make water lilies charming.
At noon, the sun seemed to have a high fever, and it mustered up all its strength to shine on me. I came home from school and took a walk by the lake. The wind blew across my face, and I even felt it was very hot. I want to look for dew again. It probably couldn't stand it, so it sneaked away and hid. Even the cicada in the tree couldn't help complaining to me and kept singing at the top of her lungs.
In the evening, when the sun sets, it's time for the sun to go elsewhere, and the afterglow of the setting sun spreads all over the earth. The little fish in the lake swam around in the water with bubbles, carefree like a naughty child, and then swam to the shore to say hello to me. The originally calm lake was rippled by fish and spread everywhere. The setting sun shines on the lake, making it glittering.
At night, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, as white as jade. Moonlight on the earth gives everything a hazy feeling. There are a few stars scattered around the moon, which makes the moon more gentle, just like a mother looking at her children-in fact, I think she is looking at me.
This is my paradise-the lake and everything around it.
My paradise excellent composition 13 My paradise is full of flowers and birds, and I often see some beautiful butterflies. Guess where? Yes, that's the garden of our community.
There are two tall apple trees in the small garden, with many beautiful flowers and many grasses. They are spread in the small garden like a huge green carpet.
In spring, a hundred flowers blossom and blossom. Compare who smells the flowers and looks better than who. Even butterflies and bees are attracted. They compete for honey.
In autumn, two apple trees in the garden are fruitful, producing big and red apples. Every time I see this apple, I really want to pick it, but I can't climb the tree and my mouth is watering.
But what I like best is winter in the small garden. It is snowy in winter. Once I had a snowball fight with my cousin, I took the best position first. There is grass everywhere, so I can hide. I took a snowball first and rolled slowly on the ground. At this time, my cousin shot a "bullet" from behind me, which hit me right on the back of the head, and I screamed with cold. But I still continue to carry out my plan-snowballing. Finally, the snowball rolled over and I used it as my shield. Haha, so my cousin can't hit me at last. I saw my cousin preparing bullets there. I want to sneak up on him from behind while he is unprepared. But as soon as I approached him, he quickly took a "bullet" and shot at me. Ah, it turned out to be a trap! Alas, ginger is still old and spicy. I must continue to prepare my bullets. The game is getting hotter and hotter. I learned my lesson and stayed behind my "shield". Although my brother took advantage of it several times before, he didn't have a "shield" It is easy for me to hit you. He can't hit me. I finally won.
This small garden is beautiful all year round. We must protect the environment!
My paradise excellent composition 14 childhood, we planted the seeds of hope and waited for the flowers to bloom. However, in the process of growing up, what impressed me the most was my paradise.
The past remains the same. I still remember living in my grandmother's house for a while when I was a child. At that time, there was a large lawn in front of grandma's house. Although there is only a weed, a few bluestones, two or three pomegranate trees and a stream here, it is really my childhood paradise.
Green grass, smooth bluestone, tall pomegranate trees, clear streams, needless to say; Needless to say, larks are chirping in the trees, bees are collecting honey from flowers, and German dogs and I are rolling on the grass together. Fresh air alone can make you intoxicated. Although I was covered in grass after rolling with German shepherd, it tasted fresh.
Next to the park is a large citrus field, all picked by grandparents. In order to prevent me from throwing immature oranges everywhere, grandma threatened me that there were wolves in the citrus fields, and they didn't eat adults but only children. It will eat you as soon as you go in. Who knows, this attempt to scare me has aroused my infinite interest in citrus fields. Citrus fields are also full of mysterious colors in my heart, so I often go in to play and explore. Of course, it's only accompanied by a wolf dog (because I think a wolf dog will defeat a wolf monster), but I've never seen a wolf monster. But I believe what grandma said.
The paradise in spring is colorful. The green leaves in the breeze are like scissors for the spring breeze in February. I see: birds are singing in the tree; Bees are dancing among the flowers; Wild ducks frolic in the stream; Crabs run wild in the water. I rolled on the grass with the German shepherd. It is full of infinite vitality.
The paradise in summer is very cool. Although the sun is scorching overhead, it is still quite cool with the company of pomegranate trees and the support of streams.
Unconsciously, time flies, my parents will send me to school, and I will leave my dear grandparents.
Ade, my dear grandparents, Ade, my green grassland, mysterious citrus field, Ade, my German shepherd.
My paradise 15 There is my paradise in a village far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, which is a garden behind my grandmother's house. Grandma often takes me to the garden to play, where I will feel different fun and relaxation in the city.
On the roadside paved with stones, there are two tall ginkgo trees, and the styles covered with morning glory stand upright in the thick leaves opposite to each other. When the morning glory blooms clusters of purple flowers, the faint fragrance of flowers will attract swarms of bees to be busy and turn green among the flowers. Butterflies can't resist the temptation to draw beautiful arcs among flowers. A single rape tree attracts infinite curiosity. Although the rape tree is not tall, the fruit is big and fragrant. Grandma often takes it off and goes home to extract oil. The pressed oil smells good.
In the spring afternoon, I like lying on the grass alone, staring at the sky and letting the wind blow my face. The sun is warm and time is slow. Close your eyes and enjoy the beautiful years quietly.
On summer nights, in the grass beside the slate road, you can hear crickets as long as you listen. At this time, I will come to the garden with some friends and catch crickets with bottles. When we hear the crickets, we should walk gently. If the cricket stops singing on the way, don't worry, be patient. When it sings again, it carefully pulls out the grass, and then it will find a cricket flapping its wings and singing there, trying to pounce on it quickly and quickly, and a cricket is caught like this.
In winter, the north wind roared in the garden, and the buttonwood trees covered with leaves were so lifeless. When it snows in the garden, the quiet garden is different. We have snowball fights, make snowmen, and make snowcoats for the trees there ... under the cover of holly, we will be accidentally hit by our companions' snowballs. If our friends who were hit by snowballs don't run away immediately, they will be dressed as "Santa Claus" in an instant.
Heaven, I can't forget your freshness and fragrance. Thank you for growing up with me.