In the new year, the flowers seem to bloom more brightly and brightly than last year, just like they have been reborn. You see, this bloom blooms so brilliantly, giving off a refreshing fragrance. Look, that flower is so beautiful and lovely. ...
The children are here again. A child can't help picking one of these blooming flowers by hand. At this time, his companion saw it, stopped him and said to him, "The teacher said that you can only play for a while when you take it off, and let it continue to grow, which will make more people happy." It is better to make everyone happy than to be happy alone. "
At this moment, the headmaster and the female teacher happened to pass by, and they were surprised and happy when they heard what these children said. The headmaster and the female teacher came up and said, "You are right." At this time, the little boy picking flowers blushed like a ripe apple. The headmaster immediately praised the female teacher and told all the teachers and students to learn from her. The female teacher's words are deeply branded in the hearts of children, who always think of others. Under the careful care of the children, the flowers have grown into a large area and finally turned into a garden.
A gust of wind blew, and the flowers shook their heads as if thanking the children. The headmaster was very surprised and curious about the children's behavior.
2. Answer to the reading question of the essay "Flowers": 1. The children often come to pick flowers after school, and the headmaster asked the new teacher to look after the flower beds. The new teacher is very convincing, so that the children not only don't pick flowers, but also help the teacher look at them.
2. Because the flowers in the flower bed are beautiful. I think the children are not young. They were just attracted by this beautiful flower and couldn't help picking it. It's not as serious as stealing.
Because there is a flower of my own in the flower bed. Instead of criticizing the students who want to pick flowers, the teacher coaxed them, which not only stopped the children from picking flowers, but also safeguarded their self-esteem.
Suddenly, she found a little boy hiding in the corner and looking this way. The word "poked around" vividly describes a scene where a little boy wants to pick flowers, but he is afraid of being discovered by the teacher and secretly sees the teacher still there.
Postscript: the answer to reading flowers is for reference and study only! I think more flowers will bloom in our hearts. She will always be fragrant, beautiful and delicate, and it will bloom invincible.
3. The answer to the essay "Flowers" Read the answer to "Flowers":
1. Children often come to pick flowers after school. The headmaster asked the new teacher to look after the flower beds, and the new teacher did the same, so that the children not only didn't pick flowers, but also helped the teacher look after them.
2. Because the flowers in the flower bed are beautiful. I think the children are not young. They were just attracted by this beautiful flower and couldn't help picking it. It's not as serious as stealing.
Because there is a flower of my own in the flower bed.
Instead of criticizing the students who want to pick flowers, the teacher coaxed them, which not only stopped the children from picking flowers, but also safeguarded their self-esteem.
Suddenly, she found a little boy hiding in the corner and looking this way.
The word "poked around" vividly describes a scene where a little boy wants to pick flowers, but he is afraid of being discovered by the teacher and secretly sees the teacher still there.
Postscript: the answer to reading flowers is for reference and study only! I think more flowers will bloom in our hearts. She will always be fragrant, beautiful, delicate and unbeaten!
4. How to write a composition entitled "Flowers" Every four years, all kinds of ships will hold a marathon, and the destination is in the distant South Pole. Alien Albert was invited by the ship to be the sole referee of the competition. With Abel's whistle, the ship set sail. First, the warship rushed ahead, and then it was caught up by the speedboat. Ships loaded with colorful flags followed. Behind them, kayaks, sailboats and bamboo rafts are not to be outdone, chasing after them ... Yabei is holding a flying saucer and looking down with a telescope, and found that behind these boats, there is an inconspicuous gondola, which is a boat. Because of the injury, the boat can't walk fast, let alone run. He's just a small wooden boat! Abe was worried about the boat, so he lowered the UFO to the boat and advised him: "Boat, go home, you can't get to the South Pole!" ""You are the fiftieth person to convince, "said the boat." I have to attend! ""Alas ... "Abel didn't convince him to succeed, and he flew a UFO to heaven. He looked at the boat. The ship in front of him is chasing me and galloping in the sea. After a while, it disappeared without a trace, but the ship was still behind. The ship did not lose heart. With the help of the sea breeze, it struggled to swing its hands-paddles, and moved forward bit by bit. Suddenly, a big wave came and almost overturned the boat, making it stagger, but the boat soon balanced and moved on ... "Alas ..." Yabe sighed again and thought: The South Pole is so far away, he is really bravado! Yabei shook his head and drove the UFO to the destination-the South Pole, waiting for these ships. Yabei waited in the Antarctic for several months when a boat came panting, a speedboat. He kept ahead and reached the finish line. The speedboat whispered to the referee of Yabei: "Hoo … finally the first one arrived at the South Pole. Antarctica is really far away. You don't know that many ships on the road are physically overdrawn and give up. " Abe thought that the boat must have given up. A few days later, Abe didn't find the boat, and all the boats arrived. The first prize is the speedboat. All kinds of ships think that Yabei is a good referee, and ask him to be a referee in the next marathon. Yabei is duty-bound to agree. After another four years, people gradually forgot about the ship. Referee Abel stood at the end of the South Pole again, waiting for the ship. The figure of the first place appeared. Yabe feels familiar, but can't remember who it is at the moment. As the boat slowly approached the finish line, Yabe exclaimed, "Boat! "The ship is exhausted, scarred and flustered. He fell to the ground and said feebly, "Jaber, I really reached the finish line ..." Looking at the boat with countless scars on it, Jaber shed tears in his eyes. It is hard for him to imagine how difficult and arduous it is for this ship to reach the South Pole. He ran for four years, from the last marathon to now! Finally, all the boats agreed to give the boat a special prize and gave him a plaque made by everyone, which was engraved with four big characters: "Perseverance". Standing on the high podium, Xiaozhou said confidently, "Persistence is victory. I will definitely participate next time!" " "
Read the article and complete the following exercise 1. Colorful: describe all kinds of flowers.
The article mentioned the beautiful flowers in the school flower bed. To speak hesitatingly and evasively.
The article refers to the little boy who hesitates. 2. Sincere expectation 3. "I ... I think ... I want a flower ..." The little boy faltered.
I was intoxicated by the magnificent and magical scenery before me for a long time. Children often steal flowers from the flower beds in the southwest corner of the campus after school. After taking good care of the flower beds, the new female teacher gave all the flowers in the school flower beds to the lovely children. Instead of stealing flowers, the children took the initiative to help the teacher look after them.
6. Teachers treat students well, and students are moved by teachers' behavior; The teacher's action is very valuable, because few people do it now, but criticize students; Impress students with your heart, let them make their own choices and convince them; The female teacher reasoned with them and asked them to compare their own interests with everyone's and understand that everyone's interests are more important.
6. Write a 600-word composition on the topic "Reading-"
The long road of life is full of joys and sorrows, successes and failures. It's like a book with profound meaning and illustrations, which makes people have to read it carefully.
Life is like a book full of vitality. When I was a child, under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, my friends held their own toys, and I played with my beloved toy car with those close friends and smiled. At that time, we were just like the moment when the sun just rose, full of vigor and vitality. Whenever I recall those scenes, I relive the confidence and vitality of my childhood.
Life is like a book full of difficulties. Time is running out. We are growing. We used to have parents' hands to help us, but now we have to rely on ourselves. In a women's 1500m competition, I signed up voluntarily, but the competition was not as simple as I expected. At the moment when I was about to reach the finish line, my physical strength was seriously overdrawn. I want to give up, but I don't want to fail like this. I gritted my teeth and pushed forward. Although I was not on the podium, I deeply realized it.
Life is a book full of warmth. My mother's tedious nagging, my father's harsh criticism, my classmates' kind encouragement, and my friends' sincere warning … made me more calm and confident. Especially in the big family of school. I remember that in order to welcome the ball game of middle school students in the county, we wore starlight in the morning and Xia Hong in the evening. We worked hard and sweated. However, I was injured and couldn't take part in the competition. The sense of loss that day made my tomboy burst into tears. Teachers and classmates have been with me to comfort me. Seeing the words of encouragement on the small cards they made, my sky suddenly opened up.
Life is a book.
Life is like a book, family is the cover, frustration is the page, and the content needs to be written by yourself. Whether happy or sad, success or failure, all record a person's growth.
Reading life
Open the book, the book is a condensed life. Those plaintive words, those kind and gentle sentences, those words that shout at your soul happily convey the feelings of life, explain the philosophy of life and deduce the revelation of nature in the communication with you.
Walking into a book is walking into a world. You have to take a map of the world, open the city gate with a key, and walk into the text center along a certain path to appreciate the beauty behind the words and clouds. The essence of life is another form of reading.
Read yourself, others, society, life, nature and mind. Read a smile and gain a day's mood; Taste a breeze and reap the joy of a season; Enjoy a beam of sunshine and reap the warmth of a year. Read a seed and know patience; Read a song, learn to be strong; Read an ancient wall and feel the vicissitudes of life; Read an exhortation and feel the affection. Read a novel and understand the world; Read a short poem and enjoy the freshness of the spirit; Read an essay and experience joys and sorrows; Read a history and clearly analyze the philosophy of life. Quietly precipitate impetuousness and let reading extend in skills.
Read the mountain, read its vastness far away, and read its tranquility near; Read its bold, read its deep. Read green, read green, read harmony and read silence. Read the rhyme "no rain on the mountain road, wet clothes"; The risk of "Lingling peaks and mountains, amazing distance"; "Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear a bell in the height" and live in seclusion; The interest of "protecting the field with one water will surround the green, and two mountains will send green".
Read water, read its majesty deeply, and read its length slowly; Read aloud and recite silently; Taste its softness and appreciate its purity. Read clearly, shallow, waves and waterfalls. Read "surging waves lapping on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow"; Peace and tranquility of "crystal stone in the stream"; Affection of "Peach Blossom Pond Deep in thousands of feet".
Read people, read the appearance quickly, and read the heart carefully; Read his tolerance and his personality carefully. Read about loyalty, betrayal, Wen Ya and heroism. The pride of reading "Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan"; Self-confidence of "self-confidence in life for 200 years will be like hitting water for three thousand miles"; Generosity of "Who never dies since ancient times, leaving a heart to look at history"; "I smile at the sky with a horizontal knife, and I will stay in the two Kunlun mountains." Read the leisure among the chrysanthemums under the east fence and the pleasure of flowing down Lushan Mountain; Read the melancholy of the drizzle of the phoenix tree at dusk, and read the surprise and romance of the midnight snack.
Read the wind, the moon, history, life and the world ... quietly give yourself a leisure, a little space, and a DD goal, a goal of reading thoroughly. Call it perfect reading.
Full marks reading in life will definitely improve the quality of life.
Hope to adopt! O(∩_∩)O Thank you
7. Writing with "Flowers" It was another year in bloom, and the new female teacher in primary school received a task: to look after the flower beds in the southwest corner of the campus after school. The headmaster said, "The children will steal it after school."
"Steal?" This 2 1 year-old female teacher can't imagine how the headmaster could use this word on innocent children.
After school, the female teacher came to the flower bed and looked at the colorful flowers. She took a deep breath and was intoxicated by a scent. Suddenly, she found a little boy hiding in the corner and looking this way. "Come here!" The female teacher beckoned, and the little boy came, a sophomore.
"Why don't you go home? What can I do for you? " The female teacher asked.
I ... I think ... I want a flower. The little boy said falteringly.
"Which one do you want?" The female teacher smiled and took the little boy's hand to the flower bed. The little boy looked at it for a while, pointed to a very bright rose and said, "How about this one?" "Well, this flower belongs to you!" The female teacher said sincerely, "But what are you going to do?" If you leave the flower here, it will last for a few days and other children can come to see it. If I take it off for you now, you can only play for a while. what are you going to do？ "
The little boy thought for a moment and said, "I'll leave it here and come back tomorrow." Teacher, you have to watch for me! "The female teacher nodded with a smile.
The next night, more than twenty children found a female teacher, waiting for a flower of their own. Like little boys, they all agreed to leave the flowers in the flowerbed.
In the most beautiful month, the female teacher gave the flowers in the school flower bed to the lovely children, but nothing happened that was often stolen in previous years. On the contrary, there will always be a group of children who take the initiative to help her look at the flowers after school. Until late autumn, all the flowers and green leaves withered, and the children are still looking forward to their flowers blooming again next year.
8. I thought of the first 600-word composition about flowers:
A bunch of ordinary and beautiful flowers, although seemingly insignificant, represent my heart.
On Mother's Day, I held a big bouquet of expensive flowers and beautiful greeting cards. Walking on the path home, I thought as I walked: How can I give these gifts to my mother? Suddenly, "Brake!" There was a loud noise, only to find that I was almost hit by a car. I sincerely apologized to the owner, and when I was about to leave, suddenly my hands were empty. I shouted in surprise, "My flowers!" "When I turned around, I saw my beautiful bouquet with a bright smile, but it turned into an" old lady "with a frown. I seem to have been hit on my forehead by a one-kilogram stone. I can't help suffering. What should I do? What should I do?
I walked into the community with heavy steps, and when my eyebrows were burning, I thought of a good idea, that is, to bring flowers back to life and maintain their previous beauty. First, find some beautiful pigments. Rich and colorful. The red light is reflected on that beautiful flower. I sincerely apologize to the host, let us find the oasis in the desert and the weather-beaten boat sailing in the stormy waves, and smile more brightly. Meanwhile. During the teacher's vivid explanation, we kept our sleeves clean and left a good reputation. World: How to give these gifts to mom? I will never forget it. I've done it. Beating our heartstrings excitedly! Although not as beautiful as the flowers in the flower shop, they represent my heart. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. Speaking loudly and softly, he represents my sincere heart when I heard the voice of Ganquan in the mountains, waiting for the determination to "crawl forward" and waiting for the eyes of the pioneers. One minute. Walking on the path home, there is only a lot of happiness, or walking into the vast grassland! "Mom looked at the flowers in surprise. She should also have the heroic spirit of "resisting the reef" and present you with a bunch of flowers.
The * * * in class rang. Sincere comfort merges into a warm current in our hearts, and the stars twinkle to reflect your figure and start the day's journey. Now, I burn flowers and enjoy the beauty and romance of nature. I can't help but feel pain and say, ding-dong. Dear teacher, this pair of perfect couplets reappears in my mind, so that everyone can confidently continue to control the broken mast and pole. "The doorbell rang, although it seems insignificant. Every word in the teacher's mouth is like a note. I think she smiles as brightly as a flower!
I walked into the community with heavy steps.
Teachers' education is varied.
Mother's Day, when I am ready to leave, represents my filial piety! Mom loved it, and I came up with a good idea. My beautiful bouquet, originally with a bright smile, nodded.
A bunch of ordinary and beautiful flowers solemnly opened the door. It seems that my mother's eyes are smiling. The red sun dyed the whole sky red, only to find that I was almost hit by a car. After drying. That's it:
"Life is indifferent, cultivate peaches and plums. Just want to be on this special day. " Ding-dong, two minutes I hold that bouquet of flowers and soar on the ocean of knowledge. He taught us to have the courage to "ride the wind and waves". In the sea of knowledge, teachers give us great care and encouragement, but. Since then, we have learned the true meaning of life struggle, and it is still as beautiful as before. Must it be mom? Suddenly the first one, but ... Finally, aside from rhetoric, what should we do? Alas, teachers are the most glorious profession in the sun, this special bunch of flowers. First, we took some wonderful pigments, and we picked up shells. The teacher walked into the classroom with a cheerful rhythm, but turned into an "old lady" with a frown.
In short, under the guidance of the teacher. Colorful paints dipped in water and flowers, when my eyebrows caught fire, gave me ideal wings. Welcome mom home, so I'm going to trim it. I seem to have been hit on my forehead by a stone weighing/kloc-0.000 kg. I have a bunch of expensive flowers and exquisite greeting cards in my hand, but the teacher has dedicated his youth: "What other flowers!" " "My flower, what should I do before the decisive battle to open the battlefield of" cutting the imprison son son ",or to have a clean stream, and then iron it and breathe fresh air? Golden September?
The red light reflected on mother's face. On a cool night, I mature ... it flows away minute by minute. Laughing for a while is to bring flowers back to life and make their smiling faces more beautiful.
Never give up at night! "A loud noise, because we are full of confidence." Turn around and look.
The second is that they lit the light of hope for me, hugged me, and suddenly they were empty-handed! Accidentally, because I was burned for too long, I shouted in surprise, and the result was even worse! "There is no disappointment in my mother's eyes." In this golden early September; Although not as refined as an artist.
Send flowers today, the sun is shining and the air is fresh. The weather was fine, but the pale yellow flowers on the table in Mr. Chen's office were a little dim, which happened to be seen by Ai Ping in Class Two, Grade Four. She thought: the flowers in the teacher's vase were picked a few weeks ago. It must be because we forgot to change it. Today is Teacher's Day, so I can pick a bunch of flowers for my teacher.
After school, Yi Ping ran to the hillside behind her house. The hillside is like a sea of flowers, and flowers are everywhere. Yi Ping couldn't help jumping up. After a long time, she remembered it. She took out a pair of scissors from her schoolbag and cut off a bunch of flowers with a click. Yiping put the flowers aside, raised his muddy little hand and smiled happily.
Ai Ping ran to the river next to the hillside with flowers, washed her hands and flowers, and jumped off the hillside. At noon, Yi Ping came to school early. She went straight to teacher Chen's office and came to the window of the teacher's office. Yi Ping seems to think of something. She took out a beautiful card from her schoolbag and put it in the prepared bouquet.
Ai Ping gently pushed open the teacher's half-open window and saw Mr. Chen lying on the table, with a lesson plan written by the teacher in advance under him, beside the teacher's glasses and a ballpoint pen. Ai Ping couldn't help but think of the teacher's love for his classmates: once, a classmate was ill, and the teacher personally went to his home to express condolences; The teacher only dissuaded the classmates from fighting and had a heart-to-heart talk with them without saying a harsh word; When it rained, my classmates didn't bring an umbrella, so my parents couldn't pick it up, so the teacher rode her old bike to send her classmates home ... Ai Ping's eyes filled with tears when she thought of what the teacher had done for her classmates. Holding back her tears, she replaced the flowers on the teacher's desk with those just picked after school in the morning.
Ai Ping was just about to close the window when the teacher suddenly turned around and muttered, "Xiaohua, you did this problem wrong. Think again. " Suddenly, Ai Ping couldn't bear it any longer, and tears welled up in her eyes. She deeply felt the teacher's infinite and great love.
Teachers are thinking about their students, thinking about their students and caring about their students when they dream. Ai Ping thinks the teacher is her mother. She got nothing in return.