1. Imitate the Osmanthus Rain text and write an essay on interesting childhood stories
The footprints of my childhood are left on the yellow soil of my hometown, where my grandpa, grandma and I are. My favorite bamboo forests, melon sheds, rice fields, snow fields...how ridiculous I was in my childhood.
As soon as spring arrives, I dive into the bamboo forest like a bird returning to the forest. I often carry my little bamboo basket and step on the green lawn to start a day's wandering. Little flowers and mushrooms all ran into the small bamboo basket. When they were tired from playing, they lay down on the natural "carpet" and took a nap. But when I woke up, I was already in my grandma's arms. I always wanted to What happened to grandma, but grandma didn’t tell me.
Hope and hope, summer is finally here. I am always staring at the melons in the field with a greedy mouth. In the evening, I must be the first to eat watermelon. The watermelon was cut open, and I picked the largest piece and ate it hungrily. After finishing the watermelon, my grandpa picked up the watermelon I hadn't finished and started to mouth it. Grandpa deliberately asked me: "Who is the greediest in our family?" I said. Definitely said "It's grandpa!" "Because I saw grandpa Quan chewing the watermelon rind."
As soon as the obedient grandpa laughed...Autumn came quietly again, and the slow autumn wind brought the joy of harvest. Winter is here. After the heavy snowfall, I have a snowball fight with my friends. At this time, my grandpa always helps me soften the snowballs, but my friends also find "rescuemen" but still lose.
Childhood is like a cloud that floats towards the blue sky in a short while. I really want to go back to my free childhood.
2. Imitate the Osmanthus Rain text and write an essay on interesting childhood stories
The footprints of my childhood are left on the yellow soil of my hometown. There are my grandpa, grandma and my favorite things. Bamboo forests, melon sheds, rice fields, snow fields...
How ridiculous I was in childhood. As soon as spring arrives, I dive into the bamboo forest like a bird returning to the forest. I often carry my little bamboo basket and step on the green lawn to start a day's wandering.
The little flowers and mushrooms all ran into the small bamboo basket. When they were tired from playing, they lay down on the natural "carpet" and took a nap. But when I woke up, my grandma was already there. Indeed, in my arms, I always asked my grandma what was going on, but she wouldn't tell me.
Hope and hope, summer is finally here. I am always staring at the melons in the field with a greedy mouth. In the evening, I must be the first to eat watermelon. The watermelon was cut open, so I picked the biggest piece and ate it hungrily. After finishing the watermelon, my grandpa picked up the watermelon I hadn't finished and started to mouth it. Grandpa deliberately asked me: "Who is the most greedy in our family?" I'm sure. Said "It's grandpa!" "Because I saw grandpa chewing on the watermelon rind." As soon as the obedient grandpa burst into laughter...
Autumn came quietly again, and the gentle autumn wind brought the joy of harvest.
Winter is here. After the heavy snowfall, I play snowball fights with my friends. At this time, my grandpa always helps me soften the snowballs, but my friends also find "rescuemen" but still lose.
Childhood is like a cloud that floats towards the blue sky in a short while. I really want to go back to my free childhood. 3. The first volume of the fifth grade is modeled on Lesson 7<
Fun Stories from Childhood
What is childhood? It is the cicada on the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the reed flute, the hide and seek of my partner... In short, childhood is carefree, happy and beautiful. Whenever I vividly recall interesting stories from my childhood, my face always glows with a rosy glow. After all, those past events swirled in my heart like gurgling water, and once they burst out, they would be so eloquent...
When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandma's house. I live in the countryside, so there are many people there riding horses when they go from one village to that village. I was very envious when I saw it, and wanted to try riding a horse, but the horse's back was too high and I couldn't get on. When I was trying to find a way to get up, I happened to see my grandma feeding the pigs. I thought the pigs were small and it would be easy to go up. As soon as I saw grandma entering the house after feeding the pigs, I went up to the pig nest, opened the door, went in, chose a pig and rode on it. Then he ran outside. Grandma saw it and ran out to call me. I saw grandma and wanted the pig to stop, but she couldn't. The pig ran into grandma's vegetable garden, which contained cucumbers and persimmons. . . were trampled to pieces by pigs, and I was also scratched on my hands and belly by the branches of fruit trees. This time grandma caught the pig. After grandma drove the pig into the nest, she said that I was too naughty, even a pig dared ride.
Another time was when I was seven years old and I had just learned to ride a bicycle. I wasn't very good at riding at that time, so my mother and I rode our bikes to the square where there was a lot of space. I was riding my bicycle there, riding faster and faster. Suddenly I saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. Because he was riding too fast, he couldn't stop the car and was about to hit me. My mother was also calling me, I thought: "If I hit it, I will be injured, and I'm not very good at riding. What if I turn around and fall?" I didn't know what to do. At this moment, I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay if you jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I was not injured, but my car collided with that person.
Whenever I recall these, I always chuckle, so sweet and bright. It was as if all the haunting past events were vividly reappearing.
I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of my youth. . I think childhood is like a tree without growth rings, it will never grow old or disappear. 4. How to write 300 interesting childhood stories imitating Osmanthus Rain
There are many things in our childhood life. Some are happy; some are sad; some are unforgettable; some are comedy. But I think the most interesting one It was that incident, and it still flows in my mind.
I remember it was a Friday in the fifth grade. All the teachers and students in our school were preparing to go to Peach Blossom Mountain for a spring outing, but it was raining again that day. It was really unpleasant. What a coincidence! The teacher said: "It's rain or shine today." This sentence inspired the students' fighting spirit! Hearing this sentence, the students were very happy. Some cheered, and some jumped three feet high. "Okay, okay" shouted loudly. At eight o'clock, the teacher left the school with us, riding on his own The chartered bus drove towards the beautiful Taoyuan on Peach Blossom Mountain. On the bus, the voices and laughter of the students were louder than the whirring of the car. After more than half an hour, we arrived at the foot of the beautiful Peach Blossom Mountain. .I just stepped out of the car, and a scent of fragrance floated into my nose. I looked up at the top of the mountain, and saw that it was so high, and the ground was still wet. 5. How to write 300 interesting childhood stories imitating Osmanthus Rain
There are many things in our childhood life. Some are happy, some are sad, some are unforgettable, and some are comedy. But I think the most interesting thing is that incident, which is still flowing in my mind. .
I remember it was a Friday in the fifth grade. All the teachers and students in our school were preparing to go to Peach Blossom Mountain for a spring outing, but it rained again that day. What a coincidence! The teacher said: "It's rain or shine today." This sentence inspired the students' fighting spirit! Hearing this sentence, the students were very happy. Some cheered, and some jumped three feet high. "Okay, okay" shouted loudly. At eight o'clock, the teacher left the school with us, riding on his own The chartered bus drove towards the beautiful peach orchard in Peach Blossom Mountain. On the bus, the voices and laughter of the classmates were louder than the whirring of the car. After more than half an hour, we arrived at the foot of the beautiful Peach Blossom Mountain. .I just stepped out of the car, and a scent of fragrance floated into my nose. I looked up at the top of the mountain, and saw that it was so high, and the ground was still wet. 6. Like Osmanthus Rain, write interesting childhood stories or sad stories, Xiao Lianbi 300 words
(1) I went to the countryside and was bitten by a dog...
My brother and I went to the countryside to play with my aunt who was in junior high school. His family has a pet dog with white fur, which is quite cute. But for some reason, when I went to my aunt's house, the dog barked at me. Is it welcoming me or not allowing me to come? I can't figure out. . On this day, I was playing with my aunt. My grandma told her that she would cut the dog's hair in the morning. My brother stood in front of me and watched. When he stamped his foot, the dog jumped up and bit him. My grandma accidentally cut off a piece of the dog's neck. When my aunt heard this, she felt so distressed and hurriedly ran to take a look. After reading it, she angrily shouted to her grandma: "Oh my God, Mom, a big piece of it fell off. Do you think the dog doesn't feel pain?" I was very curious when I heard it, so I ran to see it. Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked to the dog, it bit my leg. I was so scared that I tried my best to get away, but it wouldn't let go, so my aunt kicked him. After kicking me, he actually let me go and bit my aunt, who was also bitten. I knelt down and looked at the place where I was bitten. I had already bitten a small hole and was bleeding... The lower part was already green...
(2) Go to see the doctor
I was very worried I was scared and knew it was serious, so I went home to find my grandma. My grandma was shocked when she saw it, and hurriedly asked my grandpa to ride a motorcycle to a nearby clinic for a checkup. As soon as I got on the motorcycle and was about to leave, my grandma stopped me and said that I would take my aunt. I also took him to have a look. The two "wounded" people were silent along the way. When we were almost there, my aunt asked me if it hurt. I said it was okay. What about yours? My aunt said her wound was very painful, and he comforted me to bear with it, and it was there. I was so moved that I almost shed tears. When the clinic arrived, we rushed in. The doctor asked: "What's wrong, little girl?" Grandpa said. : "I was bitten by a dog. Let me take a look." I walked up to the doctor, lifted up my pants and asked him to look at the wound. The doctor said seriously: "You must get the rabies vaccine, and you must get the rabies vaccine within twenty-four hours." Get vaccinated." I almost suffocated after hearing this. The doctor looked at my aunt's injury again and said, "This must be vaccinated as well. Also, go home and clean the wound with warm water." My grandpa and aunt silently left the clinic and sat down. I was riding the motorcycle home. Along the way, I asked my aunt: "Aunt, are your injuries better? I'm sorry, if I didn't provoke the dog, you wouldn't have been injured." The aunt said: "It doesn't matter, it's my mother's fault. Cut off a piece of the dog's neck. "We arrived home soon. Grandma made delicious food. It was so delicious! After dinner, grandpa told grandma what the doctor said. Grandma cleaned my wounds and discussed with grandpa about getting rabies vaccination. Grandma and grandpa decided to leave early tomorrow morning for the city.
After watching TV for a while, I went to bed early...
(3) Set off to the city to get vaccinated
The next morning, grandma We were told to get up early and set off. We rubbed our blurred eyes and got up. After washing up, we got in the car and returned to the city.
The first thing I did when I arrived in the city was to go to the epidemic prevention station to get vaccinated. When I found the epidemic prevention station, I went to get the vaccine. The needle penetrated into the skin all of a sudden, and there was a feeling like an electric shock. When you got the injection, you didn’t have to pray to hurry up. After the injection, because the injection does not hurt at all! After getting vaccinated, we went home, ate, drank water, and went to bed...
(4) After being bitten by a dog, I thought...
This time After being bitten by a dog, I felt very emotional. From then on, I became a real person who was afraid of dogs. When I saw a dog, my legs became weak. Now, my biggest wish is to turn all dogs into roaring dogs - take them with me from Tianwai! 7. Write a 600-word essay imitating "Osmanthus Rain"
I saw that the tall and strong osmanthus tree had green leaves, and bunches of golden osmanthus grew among the green leaves. The fragrant floral fragrance on campus comes from here.
We couldn't help but step into the flower bed and step under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. I looked up and saw countless gold stars dotting the green leaves. I don't know who it was, but I was so excited that I bumped into the trunk of the tree. The tiny sweet-scented osmanthus fell down like a fairy's flowers. I was looking up, and the sweet-scented osmanthus fell all over my body and face. ah! It's raining, it's raining, golden rain, fragrant rain!
Just as I was shouting, two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus happened to fall into my mouth, one? Nettle? At this time, the students seemed to be inspired inadvertently. They shook the tree trunk vigorously together, and the fragrant yellow flowers floated down densely. After a while, the ground seemed to be covered with A layer of golden silk blanket.
"Don't leave yet, class is about to start." A reminder made us reluctant to leave the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The scent of the sweet-scented osmanthus accompanied me all the way, and I couldn't help but sigh: It usually looks ugly. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree has such an unforgettable side that brings great joy to people.
Comments (1) | 9 8. An 800-word essay on Osmanthus Rain
The rain was pouring down, beating the osmanthus mercilessly, and clusters of osmanthus were beaten. Falling, the rain covered the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus.
I walked under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, picked up a sweet-scented osmanthus with branches and flowers, and brought it to my nose. A golden fragrance poured into my nose, and the rain hit my face, making me feel nothing at all.
Time and space reversal. I'm back to my old self.
I called on my friends, and we came to an osmanthus tree and greedily smelled the fragrance of the osmanthus, as if we were not satisfied no matter how much we breathed. At this time, a man came up with a bad idea and said, "Let's shake the tree!" After saying that, he rushed up and shook the tree. At this time, small yellow flowers fell like heavy rain.
The sweet-scented osmanthus fell lightly, and we couldn’t help being dumbfounded. We rushed up and stood on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The flowers fell on my head, shoulders, and my hands. The more we shook, the more we shook. The harder we work, the harder the sweet-scented osmanthus rain falls, but we have no idea that there are very few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the trees, leaving only the solitary branches and green leaves. There was a layer of sweet-scented osmanthus on the ground, but the golden and petite sweet-scented osmanthus could no longer be seen on the tree, and the fragrance of the flowers on the ground seemed to have faded. We stepped back step by step, looking at this ordinary tree, and felt very Ashamed, I thought: Although we have gained joy, we will never see the sweet-scented osmanthus again.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lower my head. At this time, it began to drizzle, and soon it soaked my hair. The rain fell down along the arc. I don't know whether it was rain or tears... Huh~ A gust of wind blew and brought me back to reality. I threw the sweet-scented osmanthus in my hand back to the ground, stood up, put my hands in my pockets, and walked forward... In my memory, many things disappeared like mist. Every bit of it is changing with time, and the childhood experience of sweet-scented osmanthus washes over my heart again and again. 9. Write an essay by imitating the 24th lesson of the second volume of the fourth grade, Mai Shao, "Interesting Stories from Childhood"
"Interesting Stories from Childhood" What is childhood? It is the cicada on the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the reed flute, the hide and seek of my partner... In short, childhood is carefree, happy and beautiful.
Whenever I vividly recall interesting stories from my childhood, my face always glows with a rosy glow. After all, those past events swirled around in my heart like the sound of gurgling water, and once they burst out, they would be so eloquent... When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandma's house. Grandma lived in the country, so There were many people riding horses there from one village to another. I was envious when I saw it and wanted to try riding a horse, but the horse's back was too high and I couldn't get on. When I was trying to get up, I happened to see them. My grandma was feeding the pigs. I thought the pigs were small and it was easy to get up. As soon as I saw grandma entering the house after feeding the pigs, I went up to the pig nest, opened the door, went in, picked a pig, rode on it, and ran out. Grandma saw it. He ran out and called me. I saw grandma and wanted the pig to stop, but she couldn't.
The pig ran into grandma’s vegetable garden. The cucumbers and persimmons inside were all trampled by the pig. I was also scratched on my hands and belly by the branches of the fruit trees. This time grandma was able to catch the pig. Pig, after grandma drove the pig into the nest, she said that I was too naughty and even dared to ride a pig. Another time was when I was seven years old and I had just learned to ride a bicycle.
I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode our bicycles to the square where there was a lot of space.
I was riding my bicycle there, riding faster and faster. Suddenly I saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. Because he was riding too fast, I couldn't stop the car and was about to hit him. My mother was also calling me.
Fun Facts about Childhood What is childhood? It is the cicada on the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the reed flute, the hide and seek of my partner... In short, childhood is carefree, happy and beautiful. Whenever I vividly recall interesting stories from my childhood, my face always glows with a rosy glow.
After all, those past events swirled in my heart like the sound of gurgling water. Once they burst out, they would be so eloquent... When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandma's house. I live in the countryside, so there are many people there riding horses when they go from one village to that village. I was very envious when I saw it, and wanted to try riding a horse, but the horse's back was too high and I couldn't get on. When I was thinking about going up, I happened to see my grandma feeding the pigs. I thought the pigs were small and it was easy to go up. As soon as I saw grandma entering the house after feeding the pigs, I went up to the pig nest, opened the door, went in, chose a pig and rode on it. Running outside, grandma saw it and ran out to call me. I saw grandma and wanted the pig to stop, but she couldn't. A pig ran into grandma's vegetable garden. The cucumbers and persimmons were trampled to pieces by the pigs. I was also scratched on my hands and belly by the branches of the fruit trees. This time, grandma caught the pig and drove the pig in. After the nest, he said that I was too naughty and even dared to ride a pig.
Another time was when I was seven years old and I had just learned to ride a bicycle. I wasn't very good at riding at that time, so my mother and I rode our bikes to the square where there was a lot of space.
I was riding my bicycle there, riding faster and faster. Suddenly I saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. Because he was riding too fast, he couldn't stop the car and was about to hit him. , my mother was also calling me, and I thought: "If I hit it, I will be injured, and I'm not very good at riding. What if I turn around and fall?" I don't know what to do. At this moment, I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay if you jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I was not injured, but my car collided with that person.
Whenever I recall these, I always chuckle, so sweet and bright. It was as if all the haunting past events were vividly reappearing.
I continue to think about the poetic years of my youth, the dreamy season. I think that childhood is like a tree without annual rings, which will never grow old or disappear. Interesting things about childhood: When I was young, I was particularly naughty and mischievous. , let me tell you an interesting story from my childhood. I remember one time when I came home, I saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly popped into my little head, which was to draw "facial makeup", of course not on paper, but - ---To draw on Dad's face, I first found paint, pens and water, then I carefully drew a big "王" character on Dad's forehead, and then used khaki to draw around Dad's face A bunch of golden stripes, this is a majestic tiger. After finishing the painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and at the same time felt sorry that my father's face was painted like this because of his beautiful face. It's a pity that I painted you like this.
While I was happily looking at my "masterpiece", my father suddenly woke up. Looking at his confused look, I burst out laughing. My father looked at me inexplicably. He saw the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looked at my malicious smile. Dad quickly ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. When he found that his face had been painted into lines by me, he also looked at it. Without watercolor paint on his face, he ran into the house quickly, grabbed me and beat me randomly, which made me scream. Although this incident has been a long time ago, I still remember it vividly. Look! How naughty I was when I was little! It’s still interesting even now when I think about it! Interesting things about childhood, childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, happy songs; a string of childhood footprints; a pile of childhood stories. ”
Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was beautiful, with many things happening. Things worth remembering... As long as I can remember, my aunt's class has raised two chicks. Whenever I have time, I go to my aunt's class to see the chicks. I don't know how long it has passed, but the two chicks have grown up gradually. After a long time, the hen laid the eggs, and the chicks were about to hatch. 21 days later, I heard the cry of chicks. I saw this and heard this sound.
I felt that the chicken was so pitiful, so I wanted to help the chicken when the hen and the rooster were not at home. The opportunity finally came... That day, the hen went to find food for the little chicken, and the naughty rooster was not at home either. Went out to play.
When the aunt was not paying attention, she picked up an egg, held it in her hand and stroked it gently, and said seriously: "Chicken, don't be afraid, you will come to the world in a while. . "After that, I no longer hesitated and opened an egg, a small egg with residual heat and eyes that were not opened.