Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like stars, still blinking.
"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring", which has just begun, some are kung fu and some are hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
Autumn-imitating Zhu Ziqing's >: Looking forward to, looking forward to, the autumn wind is coming, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching. Everything shows the joy of harvest. Apples are ripe, sorghum is red, and bananas are golden. . The grass changed into a golden coat and danced against the bright autumn wind. From the eyes, it looks like a golden carpet. Sitting and lying gives people an indescribable comfort. The fruit trees in the orchard are full of fruits, such as red apples, pears in Huang Chengcheng, and pearl-like pomegranates. Looking at these sweet and attractive fruits, I seem to see the simple smiling faces of farmers' uncles. Frost leaves are red in February. Autumn leaves also have their own charm. Red maple leaves, orange phoenix trees, and pine and cypress still covered with green leaves form a colorful picture. Some singing in the trees, some dancing with the autumn wind in the air, and some "cameos" in the grass of the runway. . The sunshine is no longer dazzling, but softened. The sky is blue and the clouds are pale white. The cool autumn wind blows, with the fragrance of various fruits and the joy of farmers' harvest. The autumn wind blows every sweet fruit and smiles at the leaves that want to dance. . The rain kept falling, the crops in the farmland were in full bloom, the fruits in the orchard were red, and the grass on the ground bent with laughter. When there are more fruits in the market, people's minds will be broadened. Fruit farmers are busy picking fruits from their labor, and joy fills everyone's heart. Autumn is like a song, but it can't sing the joy of harvest. Autumn is like a painting, which can't be finished.
2. The Chinese teacher assigned an assignment: write the beginning and end of a composition with highlights. Excuse me, does this mean 1? Beginning: Through the pupil of history, let dignity whisper to you, tell the immortal spirit in dusty memory, tell every move, tell the truth of every price, and tell the dignity behind history. End: Standing in the history and listening to the low complaint of dignity, I finally understand: suffering. In the ice and snow, what can't be frozen is patriotism; In the billowing black smoke, what remains unchanged is the peace and dignity of the people of the world! Comments: At the beginning, the dignity is pointed out from the unique perspective of history pupils, and the three-row ratio is very imposing; The ending rose from individual soldier to country and then to the world, which sublimated the theme. 2. Beginning: God made us have eyes and feel the light; Have ears and listen to beautiful voices; Have a mouth, pour out the love in your heart; Only with your heart can you feel the warmth and coldness of the world. God also gave us thinking, but didn't tell us what love is! Conclusion: Although God didn't tell us what love is, he gave us a note to prove the power of love: write everything God gave us first, but didn't tell us what love is, so as to attract readers to continue reading; At the end, it is written that God has given us the ability to interpret love and pointed out that love is around us and we have love. Even if God doesn't give it to us, we will prove it with actions. 3. At the beginning, Gu Long once said that when smiling, we can deal with all expressions-indifference, enthusiasm, ridicule, hatred, concern, success, failure ... Indeed, smiling can solve all difficulties, and smiling is an incentive. In the smile, strengthen confidence and overcome difficulties; In a smile, extend a hand of friendship and help others. In a smile, try to make progress and surpass yourself. Is it still difficult to succeed with a smile? Comments: At the beginning, I quoted Gu Long's words and wrote about the influence of a smile. Finally, I said that meeting difficulties with a smile will overcome all difficulties. I revised Shelley's famous saying and wrote, "Is it still difficult to succeed with a smile?" It highlights the theme and is interesting. 4. Beginning: When the last affectionate red leaf is sent away in autumn, when the gorgeous silver dress fades in winter, I count the palm prints of time. Conclusion: After 2008, I gained a joy and a maturity. Comments: the beginning and the end are very short, the palm print of time is very artistic, and the beginning and the end are very harmonious. Those who don't stick to "details" are good at going their own way or enjoying themselves, so that the ladder of frankness is suspected of being built on other people's walls. If you are not careful, you will cover up the big "jade" because of small "flaws"; Great men become great men not by nature, but by their attention to detail. Finally, a drop of water can see the sun, and a glance can tell the whole leopard. A section is equivalent to a test paper, which can measure a person's quality and realm. Everything you say and do may become a radical part of your destiny. Comments: From beginning to end, the literary foundation is profound. Sweeping a house, sweeping the world and writing details can determine success or failure. Growth is a colorful dream, so beautiful and so real; Growth is like all kinds of dishes on the table, ups and downs; Growth is a tear in pain, and it is also the first taste of the sweetness of success. End: The road is at our feet, and our only choice is to go on, just as we grew from a baby to ourselves now. Let's take a step of growth! Comments: The beginning is a parallel prose, vivid and intriguing; The ending is very infectious, calling on us to take the step of growth and walk out of a vast world of our own. 7. The beginning: "I am in my mother's arms, my mother is on the boat, and the boat is in the moonlight sea." There is a harsh smell in the light, which is the love my mother gave me. End: unfold the long scroll of history, brush away the dust of history, interpret the lingering maternal love ... write about the maternal love I have, and write a long and lingering maternal love with three verbs at the end, which is the dependence and sustenance of the soul. 8. At the beginning: After the storm, the sky will be full of water; Out of the thorns, the road ahead is covered with flowers; When you climb to the top of the mountain, there is a misty sky under your feet. End: In this world, a star falls, the starry sky cannot be dimmed, a flower withers, and the whole spring cannot be deserted. Try your best to go through every level in life, and don't give up easily no matter what difficulties you encounter! Comments: first look at the beautiful scenery with wind and rain, then look at the road with thorns, and then look at the scenery with mountains. Writing down setbacks is the secret of success; As long as you can stand the test of difficulties, don't give up easily. 9. beginning: love is the wind, "it is good for the poor to hear the wind." Love is rain, "peony with love contains spring tears". Love is soil, you can dig it out by bending down. Which soil has no blood and sweat of our ancestors and no green dream of future people? Love is a cloud. When you look up, you can see one. Which cloud has not seen the yearning of children and the memory of old people? End: Because of love, we are grateful, because of love, we are full of grief and indignation; Because of love, we are willing to be indifferent to quiet days; It is also because of love that we dare to go. They were still wearing boots when they died. Life is love; Deserve the righteousness above family, death is love; Clear and refreshing, live seriously, living is not love! Comments: Both the beginning and the end are parallel paragraphs, which are very rhythmic. The metaphor at the beginning is vivid and appropriate. Finally, it is a kind of love for life to set off a serious life with the love of life and death! 10. beginning: lavender wind chimes hung in front of my window, gently pulling out a sound as clear as nature. It filled the whole room and brought my thoughts to a bright and wonderful place. The past, like clear water, flows there quietly. End: There is another breeze, and the wind chimes jingle. I thought for a moment, and that sweetness has gone away. Comments: The beginning and the end are very good. Fall into deep memories, the end echoes the beginning, and continue the sweet memories with wind chimes again. I don't know if it will help you, but I tried my best. The beginning and the end have been extracted, and there are some modifications. I hope it helps you.
3. Chinese homework composition in my eyes Chinese in my eyes is an essential subject for us. Today, let me introduce China people in my eyes to you!
The language in my eyes is that the teacher leads us into the vast ocean. When I was about to leave, I saw the endless sea, and layers of white waves surged in the sea, as if telling me a mystery. ...
In the sea, there are a group of lovely fish playing, and the chitose turtle told me a magical story. Where can I see beautiful corals, green algae and even dance with jellyfish?
Look, fierce sharks are racing! Clownfish seems to be looking for something in the sea, which aroused my desire to explore. Also through the interesting "amusement park".
In fact, Chinese is an active thinking process, and we swim in the ocean of knowledge and touch each other. Through the study of Chinese, we have seen all kinds of worlds and understood the true meaning of life.
Chinese is both a poem and a song.
As long as you are good at exploring, you can discover the mystery of Chinese!
4. Chinese homework, composition winter suddenly came. A few days ago, the gorgeous sunshine tickled people's faces. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky.
The girls in the small town are still in full bloom of youth and fashion, but winter has come with an irreversible attitude. In a few gloomy days, the footsteps of winter soon reached the door.
The bustling city seems to be frozen in an instant, and fewer and fewer people ride bicycles. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their heads down and their chins in their mouths, but the spacious tourist bus on weekdays is suddenly crowded with people wrapped up. The tall French phoenix trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their shiny skins.
When a few leaves in the street were swollen by the deep red rain, they hung silently on the branches. Next to the bus shelter, a couple hugged each other gently. The girl's hand is quietly inserted in the boy's cotton-padded pocket. The boy stood firm with his back against the cold north wind. The winter night is dark and long. Even in busy streets, people are making faces at each other.
Passing cars separate people, and not far away is a cold, mechanically separated steel torrent. The city where thousands of residents are hiding has no festive atmosphere.
On the contrary, there is something gloomy behind everyone. Luxurious streets are paved with bright and clean tiles, and flashing neon lights show off the beauty of modern cities to people coming and going, while beggars lying or lying in dark corners seem to be talking with people in a hurry.
Winter morning is beautiful in winter morning. Please see if you don't believe me-every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind blows and comes at me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing.
Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake.
This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.
However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! The club is crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags.
They do morning exercises with beautiful music. There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.
... in winter, the weather is very cold. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling.
Ah, I love winter, because "the wind knows the grass" in winter, and I love its character-the history and gossip of three lanes and seven alleys-the private story of an unknown archaeologist. If you meet a traveler with a map of Fuzhou in the street, ask me where the city is most worth visiting. I won't hesitate, oh, no, maybe I will, but I will hesitate for three seconds at most, and finally I will tell him: three lanes and seven lanes.
Maybe you are a person who knows nothing about three lanes and seven lanes. After listening to me, you will go online to search for the introduction of three lanes and seven lanes. Generally, you will see the saying that the three lanes and seven lanes are the main symbols of Fuzhou, a famous historical and cultural city in China.
Three lanes and seven lanes are located in the west of "August 17th" North Road in Fuzhou ancient city, with Nanhou Street running through it in the north-south direction as the axis, and the lanes are arranged in the west lanes in the east, north and south in turn. From north to south, the "three lanes" are Yijinfang, Wenrufang and Guanglufang, and the "seven lanes" are Yangqiao Lane, Langguan Lane, Tower Lane, Huang Xiang, Anmin Lane, Gongxiang and Jipi Lane.
There are a large number of celebrities' former residences, residential buildings and courtyard gardens in Fangxiang from the Ming Dynasty to the Republic of China. With exquisite materials, exquisite craftsmanship and rigorous layout, it has a good reputation as an architectural museum in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
After reading these, do you have a strong desire to visit three lanes and seven lanes at once? Well, I guess I should-forget it, I'd better not guess. You ask me anyway, I won't. Ah, well, I'll look for the moldy green bronze incense burner excavated by archaeology, and I can't remember what year it was. I'll order a batch of agarwood scraps and give you some historical fragments of the eight one eight three lanes and seven lanes to see if it can interest you.
If we want to talk about three lanes and seven lanes, we must undoubtedly start from Huang Chao. All the books about the history of the three alleys and seven lanes will say that in 879 AD, the sixth year of the Tang Dynasty, General Huang, a former private salt merchant, wrote a touching poem, "The city is full of golden flowers" and floated across Fuzhou with his invincible army of 100,000.
After Huang Chao entered the city, he burned down his house and killed people. Passing the home of Huang Pu, proofreader of Chongwen Museum, he ordered: "This Confucian, put out the torch and burn it."
In a neighboring alley, a notice was posted to let people not panic. This legend is undoubtedly beautiful.
However, if you want to be more serious, you will find that, first of all, Pu Huang became a scholar in 12 years later, and was appointed as the school librarian of Chongwen Museum three years later. In other words, when Huang Chao arrived in Fuzhou, Huangpu was only a 28-year-old scholar.
Secondly, it was not until 90 1 22 years later, when Wang Jian Luocheng, with the expansion of the south of the city, three lanes and seven lanes were enclosed in the urban area for the first time. It is hard to imagine that in the ancient times when there was no network communication, the reputation of a young scholar living in the second and third grades of the "urban-rural fringe" would spread to the ears of a distant Shandong person, and he was deeply admired and murderous. However, as the saying goes: What is a small mistake between decades of history (Chihuahua also contributed to this sentence)? Just like the advertising words of real estate developers when they launch real estate projects, what is the importance of being untrue? The key point is that after the legend spread, the concept of a place with excellent feng shui, good luck, invulnerability and suitable home and room was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
In addition, with the continuous expansion of the city to the south, since Wang built Los Angeles 22 years later, three lanes and seven lanes have sprung out from the urban-rural junction.
5. The topic of "ideal Chinese homework" has a lot of troubles on the way of growing up.
"Little boy, little troubles, carefree, happy ..." Whenever I hear a third-grade child sing this song, my heart is always sour. ...
When I was a child, I really wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do a lot of things I want to do, and I don't have to bear the nagging of my mother and the blame of my father.
But when I really grew up, my troubles increased. When I grow up, I go home every day and get confused by a lot of homework. I want to write and write hard, but my homework is finished today, and there will be tomorrow. It seems that it will never be finished. I have been studying hard at school all day, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take study seriously, I actually hate it. I am bored and miserable.
I tried my best to be a good boy, but my parents said that when I grew up, they asked me to do the same with many demands. I'm annoyed. I was born in a sea of misery. Today, I am in the third grade, facing the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is great. What if I fail the exam? I worry every day, forcing me to make an extra AB volume and counseling book. Oh, it's so boring, I'm not interested at all! . After school, I dare not play or read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try to twist my pen in my notebook. When the light is on, I ride my bike home. The course is getting heavier and heavier. Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or English? or ...
How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children skipping, I want to be one with them! But playing and remembering my poor homework, I'm not in the mood to play any more. How I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of endless troubles and be a carefree child again.