On Sunday, my father and I went to East Lake to enjoy lotus flowers. There are only a few white clouds in the blue sky, and the weather is very hot.
As soon as I entered the East Lake, a big lotus in full bloom came into view. There is a pavilion in the lotus pond. We went in and had a rest. Breeze blowing, lotus leaves swaying in the pool, bringing bursts of fragrant wind. I saw a drop of water on the lotus leaf, like a pearl.
Then we entered the exhibition of 700 kinds of precious lotus flowers, including red, white, yellow and pink. One of them is my favorite. I call it "growing process". There are eight flowers in all. My father and I named them. The first is called Bao, the second is called Duo, the third is in bud, the fourth is in full bloom, the fifth is in full bloom, the sixth is withered, the seventh is green, and the eighth is mature.
Then we went into the lotus pond, where there were many dragonflies and the lotus leaves were very high. After I entered the pond, my father couldn't see me. You can't see it when you stroll into the pond, but you feel someone coming when you hear the song. My father shouted for me.
Although the weather is very hot, the lotus is beautiful and brings us coolness.
This week, our class launched a comprehensive activity called "Knocking on the Door of Poetry". Before this activity, we collected poems, poets and stories from all over the world. Learn about yes. With more in-depth study, we learned to classify and organize poems and group different poems. I once read a poem in a book, "An empty mountain stands in the autumn night after the rain. Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. " When I first read it, I was moved by this beautiful sentence. Between words, the poet's lofty spirit and pursuit of ideal realm are entrusted, and the whole poem describes the scenery very delicately. The teacher also encouraged us to write our own poems. It is precisely because of this that I know that our class is really undiscovered talent! It is hard to believe that a beautiful poem was written by a pupil. I also understand the difference between modern poetry and ancient poetry:
1, ancient poetry has a relatively fixed language form and strict prosodic requirements. It has very few words.
2. Modern poetry is relatively free in language and form. In this comprehensive study, what impressed me the most was the activity of making small poems. Looking at the small poems made by students, they are exquisite and beautiful. I benefited a lot from this activity. I hope that in the days to come, I can roam freely in the ocean of poetry.
The human world is beautiful, warm, happy and desirable. It often has some real feelings to warm your heart.
On this day, Li Hong and I went to the park to play. We had a great time! When Li Hong and I came to the bus stop sweating, we casually touched our pockets and felt a shock! Where is my fifty cents? I suddenly panicked: don't look at just a small fifty cents, how can I go home without it? It's far from home! I watched the people waiting for the bus come, and I became more and more anxious, like ants on hot bricks, sweating like a pig. "What should I do?" I thought to myself, I almost cried.
Li Hong next to me saw that my face was not quite right and asked, "What's the matter with you?" "I, I lost my fifty cents." I faltered. Li Hong said casually, "I see, I thought it was something! I will lend it to you! " My eyes lit up and I said gratefully to her, "Thank you, that's very kind of you!" " "He said, and took the golden fifty cents.
I was about to call Li Hong when I got on the bus, but I saw her silently turn around and leave. It suddenly dawned on me that she only had fifty cents! I was too moved to speak. I caught up with her in three steps and said, "Let's go together!" "She turned to look at me in surprise. Suddenly she smiled and I smiled.
This little 50 cents truth will always warm me. ......
Today, the weather is very good. My family went to Huangshan to visit relatives. There is a sand factory behind their house. I really wanted to play, so I invited their little brother.
After lunch, my little brother and I played with sand hand in hand. His face is not round and square, and there are two shining big gems embedded under his black eyebrows. His little nose is tightly sandwiched between two gems, strong and straight. There is a glib mouth under his nose. We climbed a bamboo forest and crossed many big stones. We saw piles of sand and stones. Facing the tall and big sand pile, how should I climb up? I saw him push his feet hard and grab his arms hard at the same time, and his body also rose. He climbed up with his hands alternately, like a flexible little monkey. It is not easy to climb the sand mountain! The last step is to slide for half a step. Sometimes the shoes get stuck in the sand and it takes a lot of effort to pull them out. Later, I simply climbed barefoot without shoes.
After climbing to the top of the mountain, I immediately turned back and slid down the mountain like a slide, waving my arms. When the wind blows, it's a little cold, and the fatigue of climbing the sand mountain just now is completely gone.
When we went back, our socks were black and dirty. My mother has a suggestion-bury them. I threw them into the water. We are very happy. Although my hand was cut, it was really cool today!
In my eyes, love is caring, encouraging, protecting and helping.
Parents always encourage us when we are behind in our studies, and we should try our best to encourage them when their careers fail. We are sometimes very sad, and our parents always ask: What's the matter? "When parents feel uncomfortable, we should use love to heal their wounds. Because love is power. Occasionally, I heard the teacher tell a most touching scene: in a place, a child's parents only lost their precious life once in order to keep the child alive. Here, let us see how selfless and great love is. Parents really love and protect us and think of everything for us. Give us something delicious and interesting first.
We can't always be dissatisfied with what our parents give us. Those things were also bought by our parents with money. Don't feel humiliated by your parents' poor work. But to love them with your heart and give them strength.
Don't think about how to repay your parents, just get an excellent exam. Can you believe it? When you go home happily with a test paper, if your parents can see that you got a good grade in the exam, they will also show a gratified smile on your face. In this way, it is the best reward for parents.
In my mind, love is selfless dedication, help, encouragement and care; But love is far more than that; Love is greater than you can imagine. Love is always unexpected, unexpected.
Sixth grade: Tang Xue
In that Chinese class, as usual, I felt a little guilty.
That day, because I left my Chinese book at home, the first class this morning was Chinese. I'm running around like an ant on hot bricks. What should I do? What shall we do? Well, we have to borrow it from another class, but the class is coming soon, so it seems that we can only wait for "death".
The sky was not beautiful, and it began to rain, dripping on the trees outside the window, ticking ... I put down my troubles and looked out. However, the bell of class brought me back to my troubles. I walked into the classroom with heavy steps and lay prone on the table. Thinking about how the teacher will scold me when he finds out that I don't have a book, the more I think about it, the more afraid I am. At this time, Xiao Li found that I didn't bring my book and asked me, "Xiao Liu, why didn't you bring your book?" "Well, I'm dead." He touched his head and said, "Why don't I lend you the book?" Then he handed me the book. "So, what would you do?" He smiled. "Nothing, I have another one."
The Chinese teacher is here. Let's take out our homework and check it. Everything is going well. Fortunately, I am relieved and thankful. Then the teacher suddenly turned to Xiao Li: "Xiao Li, why didn't you bring a book today?" What happened? "I froze, and then I realized that he had just said that he had another cheat on me. But the fear in my heart dispelled this guilt. In case, he said, what should I do? The eyes of the whole class turned to Xiao Li. Xiao Li said slowly, "Sorry, teacher, I left it at home, so …" The teacher looked at him. Come to my office after class! Help me copy the text of lesson 1 1 in the Chinese book, do you hear? " "Well," he shouted. ...
At this time, my heart hurts. He must be very wronged. Maybe I can help him explain it to the teacher. However, because of vanity, my idea was dismissed. Conscience has been asking me: is this really right? The class was long and painful, and finally ended. I walked up to Xiao Li and said, "Do you hate me? Sorry, you were scolded by the teacher ... ""Nothing, I told you, I would like to lend you the book. You don't have to feel guilty. Remember to bring the book next time. I can't stand copying books anymore! "
He smiled, but my heart was hurt more by his smile!
Last year, my father bought me a bike. Looking at this shiny red bike, I am so happy that I want to ride it and have a quick walk around the community.
I just bought it in the morning, and in the afternoon, accompanied by my father, I can't wait to learn to ride a bike in the square downstairs. "I'll teach you!" Dad smiled and said, "Can you ride?" "Of course!" I went to the bike and said to my father, "just sit by for a while!" " "
I put one foot on the other side of the bike, sat on the seat and landed on my feet, because the seat was short. I slowly put my right foot on the pedal and just wanted to pedal, "Oh, my God!" "I trembled violently and broke out in a cold sweat." Push ... "Dad said beside him. I took a deep breath and pressed my right foot hard. "Oh ..." I'm very nervous. Before I could put my left foot on it, I heard a bang, even people and cars. In an instant, people passed and fell to the ground. "Ah ..." I struggled to escape from under the car, still in shock and panting. " Are you okay? "Dad asked me no," I said quietly. "My arms and legs are broken. By the way, my hands and face are broken." "Wipe it. "Dad threw me a wet towel." I knew you'd get hurt. "I wiped hard. Oh, it hurts. It won't hurt when it's all washed. I threw the wet wipes stained with blood into the trash can opposite, picked up my bike and sat on it. " I want to practice. Doesn't it hurt you? "Dad asked aside if it hurt, but he still wanted to practice. "I gritted my teeth and answered firmly." Grasp the balance. "Dad warned. I gave a hard push and the car began to move forward. I put my left foot on it. With another push, the car accelerated. I gave it another push and the whole car was stable. "Yes ... I learned! "I shouted. However, just when I was in high spirits, the handlebar of the good car was out of control, and even people and cars swayed back and forth. I hurriedly put my feet on the ground. "Oh ..." The car stopped gradually. " Happy ... happy ... "I'm a little out of breath." Concentrate! "Dad smiled." I'll try again! "I said angrily.
One push, two push, three push, the car is stable. I dare not be distracted at all. I looked ahead and frowned. After riding around the square several times, the bicycle gradually became obedient and became more and more skilled. "I have learned." My eyebrows gradually spread out, and the cycling action became relaxed and comfortable. I got on the bus like a happy little swallow. I began to circle around the "S" on the ground and learned to turn sharply.
"Ha ha, learned!" Dad said with a smile. I rode to my father's side, and when I was one meter away from him, I let out a cry and came to an emergency stop. "Go home!" Dad looked up at the red sunset on the horizon. "It's getting late."
"Tomorrow morning we will come out and continue to practice. I want to be stronger! Nothing is impossible as long as there is the spirit of dripping water wears away the stone! "
Since this semester, a new word has been added to our broadcast gymnastics, that is, group dance. Speaking of this group dance, it really makes me happy and worried!
Why do you worry me? Because of its novel movements, some boys and girls are holding hands, which inevitably makes us feel a little embarrassed. After all, it's the first time we've been so close. It seems that everyone has become a delicate little girl, unable to let go of their movements, and they still have concerns in their hearts. The act of holding hands made us feel at a loss, and we were suddenly called to hold hands. There is no preparation at all!
But from a certain point of view, group dancing is still very interesting compared with stiff broadcast gymnastics. I believe that everyone is fresh except shyness. From a distance, pairs of boys and girls are dancing, beautiful music, elegant dance, the girl gently lifts her skirt like a princess, the boy's movements are very gentlemanly, what a wonderful scene! At the same time, group dancing can cultivate our sentiments and enrich our emotions, but broadcast gymnastics can only strengthen the body, which is also the biggest drawback of broadcast gymnastics. To tell the truth, I really like group dancing, not only because of the novel collocation between men and women, but also because of the youthful and energetic colors, which give people a visual enjoyment! It may be the good intentions of the director of education and teachers that promote the normal interaction between boys and girls!
Now, my worries have been swept away, and I'm looking forward to group dancing, don't you think?