"Well, that's it, it's a holiday!" "Oh!" Ha, it's over! I grabbed my schoolbag and flew out of the campus like an arrow, regardless of his holiday homework and final exam results. At this moment, everything was forgotten. The bike galloped and the driver vented his ecstasy. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. What does a festival represent besides bold and unrestrained play?
When I got home at the fastest speed, I threw away my schoolbag and sat on the sofa, so I became free and lost my previous calm, as if I had become another me. Suddenly, my mother appeared out of nowhere. When she spoke, I took the lead in saying, "Write a holiday plan first." "How do you know?" Mom is a little confused. "This is what you have to say every year. I know it by heart. You see, the holiday homework schedule and class schedule are all written. " Mom read it once and posted it on my desk.
I am very obedient at home and do everything strictly according to the plan. Only in the evening can I have real free time, so I can surf the Internet and watch TV. Few people log on to QQ and then go online. I don't know why these people go. Hey! Finally, there is another person who is my former classmate. I asked him, "Did you have a good holiday?" She said with a bitter face, "Is it true? I stole the internet and my homework piled up like a mountain. My parents forced me to learn calligraphy and practice piano, and I was bored to death. Sorry, my dad is here, and I got off. " I stared at these gray heads, and I couldn't help shivering. What does this festival mean?
Think about my parents. They don't force me to do anything except my homework. Dad said, "Holidays are for relaxation, not for hard work. The holiday is too tired and difficult. " I am my father's eternal supporter, so my holiday has always been colorful. Since the holiday, I have often received phone calls from my classmates, talking about what happened after the holiday, which is often full of bitterness. This really makes me wonder, is the current holiday as gloomy as QQ avatar?
The homework is getting heavier and heavier, and the expectations of teachers and parents bring a mountain of exercises. The happiness of holidays can only be found in dreams. It is said that such a holiday is full but empty, relaxed and so busy.
Once, in my dream, I once shouted to the sky with my classmates: "Holiday!" " What does "vacation" mean? It represents a moment of joy and countless burdens. We may all be poor children!
Holiday travel
Rape flowers are so charming and charming in the comfort of spring breeze.
After a gust of wind, patches of flowers will be connected into undulating yellow wave marks. The yellow edge is a piece of dark green wheat seedlings, which are swaying slender waist branches in the spring breeze. Accompanied by rape blossoms, wheat seedlings are full of vitality and vigor.
The mountain was covered with yellow grass, and friends stopped on the mountainside. Today, on the weekend, we took a walk after bidding farewell to the bustling downtown.
Looking at the beautiful spring scenery at the foot of the mountain, my mood is so refreshing and pleasant.
The sky is a kind of blue, saturated with lofty freshness; The earth is magnificent and colorful, surrounded by various warmth. Such openness and boldness make us feel relaxed and passionate. Occasionally, one or two unknown birds fly by, leaving a string of silvery laughter in our ears, which is their happy conversation with picturesque pictures.
Nature is so beautiful! The fragrance of nature is refreshing!
Nature is so beautiful! Nature's grass green is gentle and amiable!
The sky is like a tent, and we are lying in such a gentle country. We greedily suck the warmth of nature and enjoy the beautiful scenery of Yuan Ye.
Here, we leave the harsh car screams outside the yellow grass; Drowning annoying vendors under patches of rape flowers and yellow; Here, there is no noisy crowd, no endless dust, only a clean heart is traveling leisurely. We forget the environment in which we live and give our minds a quiet holiday.
The quiet heart was suddenly disturbed by two old farmers, who gradually changed from two small black spots to two clear figures in the corner of the mountain. They began to weed the wheat fields. From time to time, they bent down to pick up the cut grass. They put it in the basket they carry with them. I think they must have pigs, cows and other livestock at home. Those grasses must be used to feed them.
They just bend over and hoe, hoe. ......
They are the masters of the earth. In order to live or survive, they hoe the ground one by one. Day after day, year after year, they cultivated gardens at the foot of the mountain to make a living. Most importantly, they have created the most beautiful green home for mankind.
As a result, the mountains became beautiful, became the bedding of various crops, and were decorated with various flowers. It turns out that the hard work of farmers not only supports themselves, but also creates the vitality and beauty of nature. What about people in the city?
My heart was suddenly pulled, and the beautiful scenery in front of me was suddenly no longer moved by me, and my heart was also agitated: there was an endless stream of hawking in the streets and lanes, and cars sped past the layers of dust raised.
Different people distort different selves and create different self environments for their lives.
Some people, who are ambitious but hit a wall again and again, put themselves on the wine table and let alcohol anesthetize them; Some people, talented but not talented, lock themselves in a hut and let the darkness close; Some people, in order to make a living, regardless of health, use human tricycles's books; Some people, who are not addicted to debauchery and have humble knowledge, know how to cultivate their own land and create beauty in their own pure land.
I can't stop thinking. My friend told me to get on the bus, and I was still immersed in my own reverie.
Back to the city, I suddenly found myself worshipping big cities and falling in love with the oil wheat seedlings under the mountain and the green grass on the mountain. When I got home, I heard the crisp sound of my aunt selling cakes. I'm in pain, and I can't get rid of my brow.
It turns out that I have lived this Hawking life all my life. How many people are peddling in the streets? She doesn't care whether selling is pleasant or not, because when she goes out in the morning, her little daughter asks her for money to buy a compass. Whether it's a cauldron of vegetables or a cauldron of broth, she is still fragrant with flying dust, because the stall was closed at 0: 00 last night and the landlord was still trapped at home. Regardless of the dust around, she only knows to sell more food or cakes with meat. With one more Hawking, there will be less tension at home and more relief for the family.
Then, the dusty street corner, constantly selling, a sound, a sound.
We are also creating our own beautiful life, but why is it so different for future generations?
I can't take it easy, but I often think of the old farmer in Yuan Yeli, who is empty in the dead of night, with a hoe and a hoe. A happy and short winter vacation slipped away from us quietly, and we ushered in a new semester. The interesting things that happened in winter vacation are like the stars in the sky, and countless things are in my heart. Every star is shining, and every past is unforgettable.
First of all, look at clouds, water, terraces and Nanjian Rock, a fairyland on earth.
My friend once told me that all the classic scenic spots in Lishui can be seen in Nanjianyan, which is simply a collection of Lishui scenery. Is that really the case?
In this winter vacation, I finally got a chance to savor Nanjianyan.
The sea of clouds is a characteristic and extremely spectacular. At an altitude of 1400 meters above sea level, there is no need to climb mountains to see the sea of clouds, just wait patiently. The clouds here come and go without a trace, ever-changing and unpredictable. The top of the mountain is covered with a layer of glow, and the mountainside is surrounded by white clouds. It's really heaven and earth, like entering a fairyland. When the sun was about to rise, the sky was suddenly covered with a layer of Xia Hong, which lasted only a few seconds. I quickly pressed the shutter of the camera. Soon, the sea of clouds slowly receded, and several houses appeared on the hills in the distance-thus realizing the artistic conception of "Bai Yunsheng is occupied". It is worth mentioning that the bamboo sea here is also very distinctive. Thousands of acres of continuous bamboo forests are both green and quaint, and colorful. As long as you pay attention to observation, there are good scenery all year round.
There is also an alpine wetland, in which there is a small alpine lake with a nice name "Yaochi". I don't know its origin and legend. The wonder of Yaochi is that there are many trees and green plants in the water. It seems that this spectacle can only be seen in Jiuzhaigou. No wonder two Shanghai photographers set up their cameras and refused to leave, even boasting that this is Lishui Jiuzhaigou.
The terraces here are really worth seeing. Mainly because the farmers here are particularly good at intensive cultivation, they began to prepare soil very early. The water is like a mirror, and the ridge is like a rope. Is it poetry or painting? Is it ink, woodcut, oil painting or watercolor?
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Second, have fun with the cat.
Once upon a time, I had a little rabbit, and it didn't take long to die. Later, I didn't dare to keep an emotional animal, because I was afraid that it would get hurt, get sick and leave me …
But six months ago, my mother brought a lovely kitten. Its yellow and white fur looks quite layered, and its bright eyes, how can people not like it? I raised it because I loved it more than I was afraid.
I heard that it likes to play with wool balls best, so one day I searched my house and found a small paper to amuse it. I always hold the ball of wool high, and then keep shaking it from side to side, so that it jumps high and fiddles with the wool with its claws. It was fun, and I was happy.
I don't know why, it always likes to break into houses. The yard is so big that it is not enough for it to play. It kept pushing the glass door with its claws, but unfortunately, it was not enough!
We all went out the other day, and it happened that the wind was quite strong. The door was blown open. Kittens are cool! I don't know if I've played all over the audience. When we got home, we found it sitting on the sofa, sleeping soundly!