I am a rosy cloud, and the Weaver Girl accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so Shan Ye Plain regarded me as the lace of their new clothes.
I am a sad tear, falling from the lonely beauty's eyes in Guanghan Palace, so the cold night wind took me over the mountains and shed a beautiful dream like Chang 'e.
I used my weak body against the hard rock, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm grinned grimly; I withered, the seeds of life were stored in the soil, but I was full of vitality, looking at the vast world with burning eyes.
When the beautiful butterfly's lips brushed my cheek for the first time, the sweet world made me sing; When the last storm left me black and blue, when I carefully brought back the last sunshine. Finally, my beautiful cheeks began to wrinkle and dark yellow, and my straight torso began to curl; I stroked my scar and smelled the fragrance of the sun. The same is true of life: it begins with longing and ends with silent memories.
No one knows where I came from, even after I disappeared. The blue sky vaguely remembers my graceful dancing with the green grass and singing with the clouds.
When no one is around, I silently count my sorrows and scatter them on the grass tips, waiting for the morning wind to take them away.
I am a poem of the earth, a whisper of the night and a dance of the sun. What a cool life this is: this is a poem of the land of life, a painful whisper at night, and a dance of successful sunshine.
2. Imitate the song of flowers, write snowflakes, I am a flying petal,
Sister Chang 'e threw me from the sky,
So, nature asked me to decorate the moonlight.
I am a cloud in the sky,
Falling from the white beard of heaven,
So, little ants stole me,
See the whole world with your flying sky.
I cried
People are having a good time,
I fell,
The animals held their heads high,
Take it back,
Touch a ball.
The earth and the sky are a pair,
I am their ornament.
This is only dangerous, I'll lift it,
That man is in trouble. I'll help.
I fell from the clouds.
Through the mountains.
Once you meet your partner,
I'll say hello to it.
I am the sigh of the gods,
These are the tears of white clouds
Is the pride of the earth.
3. Imitate the songs of the sixth grade trees. Imitate the song of a tree. Eucalyptus is tall, and maple red banyan grows tall and strong.
Ginkgo orchards are yellow and smelly, and pine leaves are like thorns. The baobab tree is like a pillar, and the green radish is green all year round.
Poplar grows straight and tall, and the flowers of Jingui are floating. Palm leaves are like cattail leaf fans, and cypress leaves are like needles.
Imitate clapping songs. You shoot one, I shoot one. The animal world is very novel.
You shoot two, I shoot two. The oriole and the lark are singing.
You shoot three, I shoot three. Peacock golden pheasant is really beautiful. You shoot four, I shoot four, and the goshawk is hunting in the sky.
You clap five, I clap five, and the pandas in the bamboo forest eat well. You shoot six, I shoot six, there are poisonous snakes deep in the jungle.
You shoot seven, I shoot seven, and the geese in the sky are traveling. You clap eight, I clap eight, and small animals have homes.
You shoot nine, I shoot nine, people and animals get along for a long time. You shoot ten, I shoot ten, and caring for animals is no small matter.
4. Write a 500-word composition about flowers. I like flowers, especially chrysanthemums, in the sixth grade of primary school.
Sister Xia quietly left with light steps, and Teacher Qiu came to our side. She dyed the maple red and the grass yellow with a beautiful brush. She also used her magical power to make chrysanthemums blossom a beautiful smile in the autumn wind.
Every autumn, the plain park will hold a chrysanthemum exhibition, which is like an ocean of flowers during the exhibition.
Look! The pink chrysanthemum held its head high and the petals like bean sprouts were tightly clustered together. From a distance, it looks like a furry ball sitting with a big family to discuss something. Look there again, clusters of chrysanthemums are piled together, listening to teacher Qiu Feng telling them stories! Look at them, one by one, sitting upright with their heads held high and their chests held out. They all want to be praised by Mr Qiu Feng! The beautiful chrysanthemum powder gives off an attractive fragrance, and everyone has to bend down to smell it when they get here, as if they have absorbed enough oxygen. When they stand up, they feel relaxed and refreshed, and they look energetic when they walk.
Climb the Seed Mountain and look down from a height. Chrysanthemums are all over the garden, red as fire, yellow as gold, white as snow and pink as chardonnay ... They are even more charming against the green leaves. Generally speaking, it looks like a printed carpet.
I like not only the beauty of chrysanthemums, but also the spirit of Ao Shuang. In autumn, other flowers have withered, but chrysanthemums are blooming vigorously. In the cold and biting autumn wind, I hold my head high and challenge the autumn wind. Grandpa Chen Yi once wrote a poem praising Qiu Ju like this:
Qiu Ju can Ao Shuang,
Wind and frost evil.
Cold-resistant performance,
What can we do with wind and frost?
Indeed, although chrysanthemum is not as elegant as peony, as delicate as Chinese rose and as noble and elegant as lily, her Ao Shuang spirit is really lovely. As a human being, we should be like a chrysanthemum, not afraid of difficulties, advance despite difficulties, and strive to climb scientific literature.
5. Imitate the composition of "Imitating Flowers" in lesson 19 in the second volume of Grade 6 (4OO words). Spring is really a hundred flowers, a hundred flowers bloom.
I like pear blossoms in January and Spring Festival in February, but I prefer peach blossoms in March. How beautiful the peach blossoms are in March! Peach blossoms in my hometown are the most beautiful in spring. The peach blossoms that grandma planted in the garden are beautiful beyond description.
That is vast beauty; That is unknown beauty. Just after a spring rain, peach blossoms opened and petals were everywhere.
Walking into the Peach Blossom Garden, it smells of earth. How long has it been since you breathed such fresh air? Compared with the city streets, Grandma's Peach Blossom Garden is like a fairyland, which will make you crazy. Peach blossom has five petals, which are pink. The petals are shallow in the middle and deep outside. From shallow to deep, there is a sense of hierarchy. How beautiful.
Not only modern people like peach blossoms, but also ancient people like peach blossoms. How many ancient poems have peach blossoms, how many paintings have peach blossoms. Peach blossom, peach blossom, how red are you? Look at some budding flowers in the garden. They are pink, like a shy little girl who doesn't want to see anyone, but most of them are in full bloom. They are very gorgeous, and they seem to show their beauty when guests come.
Another breeze blew a peach blossom. This land is too big to fall into my hands. If you look closely, you will find it different: it is more beautiful; It is more gorgeous; Better looking; It smells better. A small peach blossom, let me indulge in it, is this the fate between me and peach blossom? Peach blossom, peach blossom ... Peach blossom is the most beautiful in spring; Peach blossoms are the most fragrant in spring; Peach blossoms in spring are the most worthy of praise and love.
Peach blossom in my hometown, how can I forget you?
6. The sixth grade imitates the song of the tree and imitates the song of the tree.
Eucalyptus is tall and maple is red.
Banyan trees grow tall and strong.
Ginkgo orchards are yellow and smelly.
Pine leaves are like thorns.
Baobab trees are like pillars,
Green radish wears green clothes all year round.
Poplar grows straight and tall,
Jingui flowers are floating.
Palm leaves are like cattail fans,
The leaves of cypress trees are like needles.
Imitate clapping songs
You shoot one, I shoot one.
The animal world is very novel.
You shoot two, I shoot two.
The oriole and the lark are singing.
You shoot three, I shoot three,
Peacock golden pheasant is really beautiful.
You shoot four, I shoot four,
The goshawk hunts in the sky.
You clap five, I clap five,
The pandas in the bamboo forest eat well.
You shoot six, I shoot six,
There are poisonous snakes deep in the jungle.
You clap seven, I clap seven,
The geese in the sky are traveling.
You shoot eight, I shoot eight,
Small animals have homes.
You shoot nine, I shoot nine,
People have been with animals for a long time.
You shoot ten, I shoot ten,
Caring for animals is no small matter.
7. In Class 6, Grade 6, I lay down without taking off my body. I am holding a flute. You listen to the cheerful music blowing again, herding cattle up the hill. After dinner, I ran happily on the grass and came to the haystack with cheerful steps. Listen! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere. Yes, how beautiful! He was really tired, so he lay on the grass and listened to the insects singing beautiful songs in the grass! Playing the flute again! Looking at a piece of green grass, he picked up his flute. He sits on the back of a cow and plays! Oh, oh ... it turns out that the shepherd boy fell asleep with his eyes closed, like lying on the ground, watching the white clouds and birds in the sky, teasing them with cheerful tones, singing slowly in his ear until he was tired of playing and humming a tune. The sun smiled in the morning, and the sun has set, looking up at the bright night sky freely! Why did you stop? The bright moon climbed up carefree. Let him have a good sleep while listening to insects. There was a smile on his lips, and pictures came to mind.
8. In Class 6, Grade 6, I lay down without taking off my body. I am holding a flute. You listen to the cheerful music blowing again, herding cattle up the hill. After dinner, I ran happily on the grass and came to the haystack with cheerful steps. Listen! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere. Yes, how beautiful! He was really tired, so he lay on the grass and listened to the insects singing beautiful songs in the grass! Playing the flute again! Looking at a piece of green grass, he picked up his flute. He sits on the back of a cow and plays! Oh, oh ... it turns out that the shepherd boy fell asleep with his eyes closed, like lying on the ground, watching the white clouds and birds in the sky, teasing them with cheerful tones, singing slowly in his ear until he was tired of playing and humming a tune. The sun smiled in the morning, and the sun has set, looking up at the bright night sky freely! Why did you stop? The bright moon climbed up carefree. Let him have a good sleep while listening to insects. There was a smile on his lips, and pictures came to mind.
9. Imitate the poem "Bouquets for Teachers" in the sixth grade and praise the teacher:
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
Praise the teacher poem 2:
I love my teacher.
Teachers are like red candles,
It ignited the fire in the students' hearts.
But it burned itself,
Until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers are like gardeners,
Grow flowers,
But I work hard for myself,
Until the physical strength is exhausted.
When we grow up, we must become the pillars of the country.
Ah! The teacher is so selfless!
Ah! Teacher, we love you!