600 words 1 Spring is coming.
Spring awakens everything.
The idiom says: Spring warms bloom. The poem says: the grass tree knows the spring, and the colorful flowers fight for the Philippines. The beautiful sentence says: Miss Chun came, and painted one flower after another, one grass after another with her magical brushwork, a symbol of the revival of all things. In the eyes of most people, spring is a beautiful song, a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem. But in my eyes, spring is diverse, and spring is different. You must be thinking, this is different. How come? Don't worry! Don't worry! Listen to me in detail.
Spring in the north will not bloom warmly at once. Spring in the north is still a little chilly in winter. When the spring breeze blows head-on, you will feel no different from the winter wind, and it is also cold. The flowers are not fully open, and more than half of flower girl are unwilling to show her beautiful face. Only in late spring and early summer do the flowers basically bloom. Sister Cao also hid under Mother Earth's cloak and refused to come out. In the spring in the north, there are still some traces of snow that have not receded, and there is a faint silence in that winter.
The spring in the south has already warmed bloom, and the noisy spring on the branches gently broke the silence of winter. Miss Chun also sang the tone of everything's recovery with her voice early. When the spring breeze blows head-on, you will feel that the spring breeze is gentle and delicate, and there is no winter chill at all. It's not cold to blow the willow breeze, only the spring breeze in the south! On the hillside in the distance, hundreds of flowers are blooming enchanting. As the saying goes, "All plants and trees know that spring will return soon, and all flowers compete for grass." Of course, Sister Cao is not to be outdone, competing to open Mother Earth's cloak and reveal her lovely little head. The messenger of winter-the snow has melted, and he refuses to go to stop for a minute on earth. Spring in the south is full of vitality.
Spring in the south is very different from spring in the north, but both are spring. Do you think they are the same or different?
There are many kinds of love, such as great maternal love, fatherly love and friendliness. I have a special love in my heart. Many parents have a unified love-obedient to their children and giving them whatever they want. However, my parents are different. People say, "Mother strict father is human nature." But my mother and father are very different and special people.
My mother was strict with me, but I never really hated her. Sometimes, I just quarrel with my mother in anger. I remember that time, my father just came back from a business trip in Chifeng and brought me some books I like. I forgot to do my homework as soon as I read a book. That time, my mother was angry again, and my good mood immediately vanished. I am particularly unhappy. In a rage, I was in that book I liked. But my mother and I made up only three days after the cold war, because I knew my mother was doing it for my own good, so I soon forgot that sentence, so it was still written in that book. ......
My father is tall and fat, his work is excellent, his writing ability is strong, and his memory is super strong, which makes me convinced. More importantly, he is very kind to me. Therefore, my father became a "star" in my mind, but because my father was too busy at work, I often went to the countryside when I was very young. Until now, I have not been able to accompany me every day and finally came back. Therefore, every time I come back, I always accompany with double love. Of course I am very happy when my father comes back, but there is some bitterness in the happiness. Because my handsome young father has a few white hairs on his head, I know that my father works hard and works too long, which is also a kind of love for me, but I don't want my father to work so hard and grow too many white hairs. Every time my father comes back, I am obedient, in order to relieve his pressure.
In this way, my mother accompanied me every day. My mother takes care of my study and life, including taking me to and from school every day. I enjoy the unique love of my parents.
Dad, mom, their love mixed together is special love, which makes my life more colorful. ......
600 words 3 snow-white winter, green early spring, hot summer, along the track of the season, my tender heart has merged into golden autumn.
The fields are now dyed golden by people's hard work and sweat. Endless rice fields, autumn wind blowing, layers of rice rushing to the horizon, like singing a harvest hymn to hardworking people.
The orchard is full of rich fragrance. From a distance, persimmons look like red lanterns. Grapes are like bright agates; Golden pear is like a giant gourd. Seeing these bumper fruits, people can't help smiling. They seem to see happiness beckoning to them!
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is like a big disk full of gold, and the shining little stars are probably bits and pieces of gold scattered in that big disk by chance. At this time, the moonlight is melting, the bamboo shadows are dancing, the breeze is blowing gently, and the family is reunited. No wonder mom and dad always say that this scene is their favorite at this moment. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." It should be the expectation of everyone who longs for beauty. As the saying goes: Chunhua Qiushi, everything begins in spring and ends in autumn.
Those yellow leaves, like children who leave their mothers, are reluctant to part. No one paid attention to them, and no one approached them. People hurried past them, and the leaves at their feet rustled. When the wind came, several children reluctantly left their mother's arms and gently fell at their feet. Even if they left, they would not be too far away from their mother. But I think: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Fallen leaves feed the tree in another way. Although there is pain of separation, the return is also gratifying.
The beauty of autumn is mature beauty, without shyness in spring, unrestrained in summer and restrained in winter. The beauty of autumn is full of beauty, full of joy of harvest, and sowing the hope of harvest in the coming year. In my opinion, autumn is the most beautiful season.
Ah, I love you, autumn in my hometown.
I remember when I was in primary school, I dragged my childishness and took the first step in my life. At that time, homesickness seemed far away from me, and some people might think: Why do you say that? Because I didn't understand this abstruse word subconsciously when I was a child. When I got off the bus, I felt so empty and desolate, and my heart was blocked. I remembered that I would leave my parents' life and do everything by myself most of the time. I deeply realized the taste of homesickness. How desperate and helpless I am, I can't wait to sit in the car and stay in it for a while. But I thought it was useless. When I came to the classroom, I temporarily forgot the sadness when I saw my classmates, but I began to cry at night, because I left my family for the first time and came to this strange environment.
Lying in bed, staring at my eyes, the light went out with a bang. I heard a cry and tears fell on the pillow one by one. I said to myself silently, "I won't stay at school." I don't want to live in school. I miss my home, my father and mother. When I go back, I will tell my father that I don't want to live on campus. "
The next morning, I was very excited as soon as I got up, and I deluded myself that I could go home at night. Rushed to the teacher and asked, "Can the teacher go home tonight?" He smiled at the teacher and whispered to me, "Wang, didn't mom and dad tell you to stay at school?" I can't go home until the day after tomorrow. " My heart was full of hope like an electric shock, and suddenly I felt very sad, so I stood there crying.
It's this unusual night again. I'm in a bad mood and can't sleep. In a trance, that familiar smiling face always flashes in my mind. My mother seems to be watching me by my side and making me a quilt that is about to fall. Touch my forehead and watch me sleep quietly with a smile. However, when I opened my eyes, I saw a white wall, and there was only bright moonlight and cold night wind outside the window.
Finally, I stayed up until the last night. At night, I lie in bed. I fell asleep unconsciously and had a dream. I was very happy when I dreamed that I finally went home by car with my family. It was not until my father came to pick me up that our teacher told my father that I was a brave boy. Even on the first day, a child cried, and he cried with me. In fact, the teacher didn't know how much I missed home these days, so I jumped into my father's warm arms excitedly. ...
Summer, summer, this is a hot season. But there is a cool taste in this heat, a taste of laughter, a taste of sweetness and a taste of struggle.
The summer I remember is a summer full of sweat and a summer of struggle. That was last summer. Students, teachers and I have all entered the first-level combat readiness state to meet the upcoming senior high school entrance examination. This is really an unpleasant thing, but everyone has to fight for it. There was silence in the sixth grade classroom. No one talks, no one plays, only the rustling of the pen tip sliding on the paper, the clatter of turning pages, the footsteps of handing out the test paper ... everything is going on nervously and orderly. The students all bit their lips to do the problem, but they stayed along their cheeks, hair and arms regardless of sweat. I get up at six and go to bed at ten every day. I am tired and bitter. ...
Oh, this summer is really bitter.
However, as the exam approaches, students are nervous and tired, so they always find opportunities to relax. Look, a beautiful classmate record is in front of me. Students exchange alumni records with each other, hoping that the other party can write a farewell "Li Yu" for themselves. I am no exception. Looking at those encouraging words, warm words, sweet words, warm words, nervous words, the nervous mood is relaxed, and the tired body and mind are comfortable again. Dear students in our department, we always share weal and woe, comfort each other when they are angry, and relax them when their classmates are nervous ... The heart that has not been relaxed for a long time has unconsciously melted into a warm blessing at this moment. These blessings, like a candle, caught a chill in the dark heart, like a silver light, cut through the cloudy sky. Well, yes, I have more strength to fight, to work hard and to struggle. ...
Oh, this summer is really good.
After all, the most terrible day has arrived. We all went to the exam with the spirit of 12. After that, whether it is bitter or sweet, you always have to face farewell. After June 30, the partners who have been together for six years will be separated ... goodbye, primary school; Goodbye, class; Goodbye, teacher ... goodbye, that painful and happy summer.
I suddenly feel that this summer is very astringent.
That summer, hard work, pain, joy, bitterness …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ...