I like my Chinese teacher in primary school very much. I like her smile, her writing and her comments on my article. So, I can say that from then on, I was fascinated by writing. My Chinese teacher is 23 years old. She is very beautiful. She usually likes to call her sister, and she readily accepts it.
I have been studying dance, painting and accordion since primary school, but I have no long-term interest. I can't stand dancing posture, drawing lines, accordion boring music. I always feel that they set me up and made me unable to move. They are not only boring, but also boring.
I like writing, I like the dance of Chinese characters, I like the lines of punctuation marks, and I like the music score made by rhetoric. I prefer to sit quietly in my room and write, watching the blue sky and autumn, writing and writing, enriching all my after-school life.
Every time I write a good article, I like to share it with my primary school Chinese teacher. She also read it patiently and gave me comments. I like the teacher's sincere comments and sincere guidance on my articles, so I insist on writing compositions and diaries in my spare time.
The teacher told me that life is gorgeous and nature is colorful. She also told me that everything can be felt in all directions, such as sight, smell, hearing and touch. She told me that as long as you pay attention to observation, you can get a panoramic view of even the smallest thing. She told me. ......
It is because of her that I fell in love with writing.
After graduating from primary school, I sorted out all the articles in primary school, bound them carefully, and gave them all to her. I sorted out all the poems I wrote and wrote them for her. I remember that the longest article I wrote was a fairy tale. At that time, when my brain was hot, I wrote a story of more than 10 thousand words in more than two months. The name of this book is. Kind of like; This is a magical story. I attended a summer camp because of bragging, but unfortunately I was blown to an indigenous island because of many incredible things. After she knew it, she always gave me support and encouragement to continue writing this article.
Because of this, I have more confidence in writing since then. Maybe this is my fate with writing! Therefore, I am more fascinated by writing!
Reading famous books fascinates me.
I like listening to stories, but since I went to school, my mother stopped telling me stories, but asked me to borrow books from the library every week for myself. I always like to pick books such as fairy tales, little princesses or comics. My mother suggested that I read some famous books, but I didn't like them. When can I finish reading those thick and heavy books?
During the second grade summer vacation, my mother borrowed a copy of Robinson Crusoe, and she would read me a passage every day before going to bed. Gradually, I was deeply attracted by the plot in the story. When Robinson drifted to a desert island, I was very worried about his fate. Mom only watches a short paragraph every day, and I can't wait to watch it by myself. If I don't know these words, I will look them up in the dictionary. Later, I learned that Robinson not only survived tenaciously, but also helped the local Spanish victims. When he returned to his motherland safely with a loyal Friday, he had been away from home for 35 years. Many years later, when Robinson went out to sea for business again and passed through the desert island where he lived, the sailors and Spaniards who stayed on the island had settled down and thrived. After reading it, I can't help cheering for him! After a year, I watched the original version of Robinson Crusoe again, and there are some more vivid details in it that are still fresh in my memory.
After that summer vacation, I became addicted to reading famous books. So far, I have probably read more than twenty books, and the one that gives me the greatest happiness is Two Wan Li under the Sea. That bizarre fantasy made me dream that I was walking in a coral reef in a diving suit at night, and the floating kelp suddenly turned into strips of hairtail. How interesting! Uncle Tom's Cabin made me understand the tragic fate of black slaves. I cried sadly when he was beaten to death. Seeing that his former owner took him away for burial, I felt the true feelings of the world again.
The book that gave me the longest knowledge should be Five Thousand Years in China. My mother posted a map of China and a map of the world beside my bed. Whenever I read a historical story, my mother and I try to find out where it happened on the map. It's as interesting as riding a "time machine"! After reading this book, a map of China gradually took shape in my memory.
Seeing Annie on the Green Mountain Wall recently. Anne is a poor little orphan girl, but she has a very rich imagination. She enriched her spiritual world with beautiful fantasies. Her happy and enterprising attitude finally made her an excellent and kind person and had her own happy life. I hope I can have strong expressive ability and rich imagination like her.
I like reading famous books. One famous book is like a pile of cheese, which fascinates me.
These photos really fascinate me.
Some people say that life is like a book, but I say that photos are the most beautiful illustrations in that book. -inscription
Photo-hand
I like to see some strange photos on the internet, not beautiful scenery, but all kinds of people or things. Hands, normal. And the hand in the photo is the most beautiful. There is an old hand holding a milk cup. I think it must be the mother's hand that brought a cup of fragrant milk to the hard-working child. The other hand is smooth and tender. I think it's a baby's hand, as pure as her heart. There is also a book in one hand. I think it must be a student's hand. He not only holds a book in his hand, but also holds a key to open the door of wisdom.
(2) Photos-Old People
An old man with silver hair stood there. This photo is black and white. I can only see the lonely back of the old man, but I can't see the old man's face. But I can imagine what an old face it is, and how lonely eyes look at the other side of the street. Maybe I can't imagine the story behind it, but I can see whether the lonely background is familiar or not, and whether there are the same photos in our lives. Maybe you will see it from time to time when you leave home.
(3) Photo-Butterfly
Golden light shines on the most beautiful wings, and a butterfly is emerging from its cocoon. It flies so proudly without a trace of nostalgia. It shows its wings to the fullest. When I saw this photo, I was amazed at the courage of the butterfly and its beautiful wings. I can only see the cocoon shell alone there. I think maybe the butterfly has been wrapped in cocoon for too long. It won't miss the "home" where it has lived for so long. I vaguely heard the cocoon shell say to the beautiful butterfly, "It is to get the brightest light through the long darkness, and the bondage is to let you fly more freely in the future!" " "But the butterfly flew away mercilessly.
Photos really fascinate me. Photos not only broaden my horizons, but also let me experience the feelings in life, such as family, friendship, the hope of the lonely old man and the selfless cocoon left by butterflies. ...
Photos really fascinate me!
Life really fascinates me.
Wonderful life, colorful life, ups and downs are hidden in my heart, which makes me intoxicated and fascinated.
Life is a picture scroll that fascinates me. It's an ordinary piece of white paper, and I feel like a famous artist smearing foam on it, either colorful or gloomy. Life is not as bold and unrestrained as the horse painted by Xu Beihong, nor as detailed as the shrimp painted by Qi Baishi. It is a bold and unrestrained masterpiece, so fascinating.
Ah! Life, how can your variety not fascinate me?
Life is a poem that fascinates me. It is an idea, so I write lyrics for it like ancient and modern poets, sometimes like a river of no return, sometimes like a river. It's beautiful and intoxicating, and it's not as sad as Du Fu's lament. Life is so harmonious that I am fascinated by its unique tune.
Ah! How can life not fascinate me?
Life is a famous philosophical saying that fascinates me. This is an unknown fact. Let me prove it to you. It is profound and interesting, and it is the contrast between beauty and evil.
Ah! The truth of my life, you are magnificent and magical. You let me go through the storm and let me succeed. It honed my will and made me feel the novelty of the world.
Ah! Everything about life and you fascinates me. If I were a writer, I would write creative works for you; If I were a poet, I would write a famous sentence for you. If I am ... and I am nothing, I am just myself, and I can only lead a brilliant life for myself.
I can't help being poetic about this. I'll make up the poem today. What is life for? Do what I want. Why are you happy? Wu Le's life. The reason for life is life, and the meaning of happiness is life. I enjoy my life and I live for it.
Life makes me happy, life fascinates me, and I am willing to indulge in life.
Fireworks really fascinate me.
On New Year's Day, people always sing and dance, and the lively atmosphere overflows from the street to the alley, decorated with colored lights and crowded.
I sat by the window, enjoying the singing and dancing, waiting for the gorgeous moment of fireworks. With a loud noise, a fireworks bloomed on the river, followed by two fireworks. The sky was changed into a black curtain, street lamps by the river and stars in the sky, which made Jiang Yu shine brightly and set off the excited people on the ground. What a peaceful and prosperous era!
I looked from the window, and the fireworks went straight into the sky, in full bloom, changing shapes, and then gradually merged into the night and disappeared into the air. At this time, I have only one kind of sadness, fireworks are lonely, and the only excitement is the blooming and long-brewing sky, because it knows that its life will only stay for a short time. Therefore, it chooses the highest place, far away from the fireworks sky, and blooms quietly and alone, blooming the most beautiful colors, letting people know that it once existed and was brilliant.
So, in my opinion, the full bloom of fireworks is also the beginning of life, but instant life means that when the only trace it left-ashes-was swept away by the cleaners who came immediately, nothing in the world could prove its existence. Even if people have memories, there will be a dusty day. Isn't that what people do?
In the vast universe, a person is like a grain of dust. When a gust of wind blows, it will disappear without a trace, and the world will not care about the amount of dust. Therefore, I know that I have existed and worked hard, which is enough. Fireworks continue to bloom. Is it the little spark that falls when it blooms tears? We are very sad, because we don't understand the beauty of a moment. Maybe what does this mean?
"My life is only for blooming, not for leaving traces." Fireworks said. Then, the fireworks ended, and the once noisy night sky was calm again. I silently said to the stars, hoping to meet my favorite fireworks as soon as possible.
I heard the stars say, let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. ...