Parrots sing clearly and like to fly around trees. In the blink of an eye, it gently stopped on the branch again. It looked at the fruit on the tree motionless, ready to bite open the seed coat with a pliers-like mouth.
The parrot found the target, spread its wings, flew past like an arrow, grabbed the seed, landed on the branch, gently bit open the seed shell with pliers mouth, threw it aside and ate it with relish, only the leaves were still shaking.
I really want to catch a parrot. Grandpa looked at me and said, "son, parrots are our friends." Sometimes you may think that you helped it, but you hurt it. " Sometimes you may hurt our lovely parrot because of your love. Do you think the parrot should be domesticated or released and let it live happily? "
After listening to grandpa's words, my face turned a little red, so I gave up the idea. Whenever the parrot comes, I look at it from a distance, hoping it can stop on the branch for a while.
Imitate the second and third natural periods of kingfisher. Autumn is a season of abundant fruits and vegetables and withered vegetation. Autumn is the golden season; Autumn is a season with changeable temperature; Autumn is the season of falling leaves.
In autumn, fruits and vegetables are ripe, and fruits are waiting for agricultural workers to pick them one by one. The night is like a small lantern illuminating the road. Occasionally, a few naughty children struggled to keep walking, and some even rolled down and cried! How naughty!
In autumn, uncle Shu is naked, just like a bald man, so ugly. Listen, Uncle Tree is crying! Because some people say that he is ugly, he can't give people shelter from the wind and rain, and he can't be appreciated. Sister Hua, brother Ye and brother Cao are all comforting him! Uncle Shu stopped crying! What a sweet picture!
The first volume of the third grade Chinese 12 1, 2, 3 natural paragraphs, imitate listening,
The sound of autumn,
Bees flap their wings,
Buzz,
To say goodbye to the flowers.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Grandma Yu blinked:
Tick tock,
This is a farewell to summer.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
The children gnawed at the fruit,
Click,
This is the rhythm of welcoming autumn.
I was born in a peasant family. I grew up in a mountain village, and I had rich experiences when I was a child. There were many interesting things, such as raising crickets, catching cicadas, herding cattle, chopping wood, playing games, catching fish, swimming (I'll talk about other points when I'm free) and so on.
First, raise crickets. It happened to be around the Dragon Boat Festival. Get up early in the morning and go hunting in the wild grass. First hear the chirp, then gradually narrow the scope, carefully pull open the grass vine, remove the stone, then watch it accurately, cover it with your hand quickly and accurately, and only listen to beep, beep, beep, and you will succeed. Because only the male cricket, also known as Erwei, will have a bright cry, and put it in a cricket cage that has already been made, feed it and drink it every day, hoping that it will grow stronger and beat other similar animals. When fighting, the two cages closed their mouths, removed the door panels, and used a stalk called SINONOVACULA grass to command them, and they began to die. The last two children must be one cheering and one dejected.
What did you write in the first, second and third paragraphs? Paragraph 1: "Problem" is the golden key to the temple of knowledge. The second paragraph: Copernicus liked to ask questions since he was a child, which led to his unremitting pursuit of science. The third paragraph: If primary school students have any questions, please call others and learn from those who have the ability. The fourth paragraph: Like Shen Kuo, we should combine diligent study and inquisitiveness with observation and thinking. Paragraph 5: Only by developing the habit of being diligent and inquisitive can you become the master of learning.
In the third grade, imitate lesson 8, paragraph 3, in this warm season, in the Woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; Everyone refused to give in. Red, yellow, white and purple flowers really look like a beautiful big flowerbed. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers and fly around in midair to collect honey.
In the Woods, many birds are flying freely and happily. When they are happy, they sing crisp and pleasant songs. The warm spring breeze blows the river, and the river is suddenly infected by a pleasant and moving flute sound. Looking around, a group of naughty children are making willow flutes with weeping willow stems! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts.
Spring is here, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers are blooming, which are so dazzling. Rape flowers, an oil crop planted by farmers' uncles in the fields, are also in full bloom. Golden rape flowers have become the world of butterflies, and beautiful butterflies are dancing on the golden stage. They fly in the air for a while and stay quietly on the rape flowers for a while. It is this that adds a lot of fun to spring. The beauty of rape flowers, at the same time, attracts many "working people"-bees, who are always pollinating rape flowers day and night. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the golden rape blossoms immediately swell with the ups and downs of the "golden foam". From a distance, it's really beautiful!
Spring is the season people yearn for, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." It tells us that one year's wishes should be planned in spring, and the heaviest time of the day is in the morning. In spring, people start farming, transplanting rice seedlings and planting trees. Migratory birds also migrate from the south to the north to feed.
Imitate the ideal kite. Everyone has a lamp in his heart. Its name is ideal. Everyone has a long way to go, and its name is life. There is a famous saying: it is terrible for people to live without ideals. Indeed, without ideals, where can you get energy? But I have many ideals.
When I was very young, I set myself a lofty ideal, that is, I must be a teacher when I grow up. On the one hand, because my mother is a teacher, I am deeply infected by the teacher's hard work; On the one hand, I think teachers are huge. Can contribute to the motherland, but also cultivate more talents who love the motherland, love the people, have scientific culture and have high exploration energy for the motherland.
I stand on the three-foot platform every day and impart knowledge to the "small audience". All my students are young talents. In class, they all sit upright. I called XXX to get up and answer the question, and he stood up and answered the question completely and politely. After class, I will not rush to the office and sit in a chair and drink water leisurely. Instead, I will put down my work and play games happily with the children under the teaching building, so that the children can relax after intense study. Every weekend, I will take my students to the park to play, or visit the military camp, and use my unique method to let the children gradually develop the good habit of diligence and love of labor.
People always live in reality and illusion, and people are also turning illusory efforts into reality. When I am frustrated, that ideal will give me courage. I always believe that great ideals can only be successfully realized through selfless struggle and death.
I believe that as long as I have this idea in my mind and work hard for this wish, it will definitely come true.
I don't know if you want to copy the composition in the third paragraph, because I don't know, so you don't know, because people all over the world don't offend you, and I don't know why there is one in the world. Why do you want to do it? At least good afternoon.
The ancients praised how to write autumn colors in the third paragraph of the seventh lesson in grade three. Although sad and decadent, this incomplete autumn is charming and makes me feel endless.
When we talk about autumn, we have to start with its color. When autumn comes, the original green leaves turn yellow, and the yellow leaves are teetering on the trees, and they become golden and dazzling in the afternoon sun. At night, without the company of the stars and the moon, it hides in the dark, facing no one, as if waiting for something.
The bright moonlight will still be there occasionally, which will give luster to the residual leaves and make them dazzling. For this scene, many people are very sad: pity the green leaves, but this autumn has absorbed their essence, leaving only the body. No matter how bright it is, it is only a moment of beauty. However, I think this autumn is very charming, and I gradually fell in love with this incomplete autumn, this incomplete beauty.
Walking under the buttonwood, a piece of fallen leaves floated in front of my eyes. I reached out and grabbed a remnant leaf and sighed, "The departure of the leaf is not the call of the wind, but the abandonment of the tree!" " "In this kind of abandonment, I appreciate this incomplete beauty. Stepping on these fallen leaves, it will be silent again. It doesn't want to tell me about its loneliness, but I can feel it. Leaving may also be a relief, and living a disabled life will also find loneliness and other winds.
On campus, gradually, there are no more birds singing, which seems to create an environment for our study. I didn't wander in the song, but stopped to listen to the rustling of leaves. I like this feeling. It took me to another field, and I relaxed and collected these elegant relics.
Autumn in my heart is endless. I had a good time in autumn. This mutilated Qiu Wei is a little sad, but I, a passerby in a hurry, stayed here, wandering in this mutilated beauty and living such a happy life.