I am a cloud in the sky, falling from the white beard in the sky, so the little ant stole me and used it to fly to the sky to see the whole world. I cried, but people were happy. I fell down, but the animals held their heads high, shrank back and expanded again.
The earth and the sky are lovers, and I am their ornaments. This is dangerous, I'll carry it, and that is difficult, I'll help.
I fell from the clouds. Through the mountains.
Once I see my partner, I will say hello to him. I am the sigh of the gods, the tears of white clouds and the pride of the earth.
2. Imitate the Song of Flowers.
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.
3. 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.
4. Write the composition of the first unit of the sixth grade. The requirement in the textbook is to imagine yourself as a plant, write down how they live and change in nature, imagine the world in their eyes, and integrate their feelings. Therefore, they should write in their own tone. This article is called private prosecution.
Below I provide some materials for your reference. 1. Parthenocissus self-report: Hello everyone, I am a green Parthenocissus, and my good friend is a wall. Rain or shine, I can't live without the wall.
I am ordinary: slim and green. My clothes are beautiful, too Maple leaves surrounded me, leaving no gap.
My vitality is very strong, I can live for more than ten years, and my never-ending spirit is also worth learning from you. In spring, I just grew bright red leaves, which didn't attract attention.
In summer, there are yellow-green flowers on my stem, but the flowers are very small, like cucumber flowers. When the flowers fell, I grew bright green leaves, which attracted many people to watch.
In autumn, my "clothes" changed from yellow-green to orange like a magical magician. In winter, I become naked, which makes people pay less attention. However, unlike ordinary plants, I freeze to death in winter and can live next spring.
I have also made great contributions to mankind. For example, my stem can be used as medicine, and my body can block out the sun ... If I leave my good friend, that wall, I will be helpless and die gradually, and my leaves will turn gray gradually. Do not laugh at me. I can't pull out any of my fingers without exertion. If I were a reptile, I would make contributions to mankind, and I wouldn't be left out by mankind.
2. "The Story of Flowers" I am a beautiful plum blossom with purple petals and yellow stamens. It is lovely, has a surprising fragrance, and can be processed into a perfume that adults love.
On a clear and cloudless morning in Wan Li, a breeze blew by me. I heard birds chirping and children laughing at school ... It turned out that spring had come. Everything began to grow.
When I was happy, I suddenly felt a piercing feeling and heard my friends screaming. Ah! It turned out that a little girl thought we were beautiful and came to pick us up.
She didn't think of others at all, only herself. I found that many friends were robbed by this hateful little girl, so I hated this little girl.
But she is so short and we grow on such a tall tree, how can she pick us? It turned out that she used a very cruel method, that is, she found a long piece of wood and photographed us on the tree. At that dark moment, there were only three or four plum blossoms left on the tree.
What about me? Fortunately, at high altitude, she can't hit it. I was so sad that I burst into tears when I lost so many partners at once.
But I broke my waist, but I can hold on for a while. We can't stand this cruel life any longer.
Finally, I fell down and fell into the soil. The next spring, I grew into a strong little tree. Ten years later, I finally grew into a big tree and many small plum blossoms. I finally came back to life.
3. I am a memoir of a geisha. I am a memoir of a geisha. Since the gardener took it out of his mother's arms in late autumn last year, he has been thinking about his mother's entrustment: "Son, this year's parting is for the prosperity of next year. We lilies have been waiting for generations, from germination to withering, to achieve eternal life. "
This is our honor! "I really don't understand why I have to be separated from my mother to get eternal life. Why do I pursue such glory? I looked at my mother's haggard face and weak body, wishing I could take care of her, protect her and make her healthy. But my mother sent me away so boldly, because before the gardener came to choose me, she was already worried about whether I would fall in winter.
Even when the autumn wind blows, she leans forward and tries to throw me to the ground, no matter how I beg. That day, when she heard the news that the gardener was coming, she was so happy that she stayed up all night.
The next day, the strength of her life seemed exhausted, but she was so happy. She tried to show me by stripping her clothes with the wind. When the gardener shouted to her, "Hey, what a full one, it will definitely produce beautiful lilies next year."
Mother laughed her head off. I am very sad, she is very excited, a touching scene of forever separation.
Leaving my mother's arms, I silently gathered in a box with other neighbors' children ... One day, the box was opened and the sun lit us up. I recognized the gardener again. He took us to a strange place. Before I knew it, I came to a sticky and dark place. It's sultry here, all the companions are gone, and it's quiet around.
I felt very upset and angry, and I couldn't help but summon up all my strength and shout, "Let me out!" " "I don't know how many days later, I heard a voice:" Let me out! " "I looked around in a hurry, only to find that I wanted to go out. There are many children next door, and we are all very happy. Suddenly, it began to rain lightly, and the timid child couldn't help hiding himself. I poked my head out with joy and found myself changed. Everyone changed. It is no longer round and bare, but a green seedling! I stood proudly with my head held high and looked at it with all my strength. The longer the time, the faster the speed.
Amid the praise, I thought of my mother, who is probably looking forward to today! I learned many cheerful songs, and I remembered many fairy tales my mother taught me before, so I told them to my friends. We have a dance every day, as if my mother came back ... I no longer hate the gardener who separated us and took away my love and my loving mother, because I understand that every day I live is the result of my mother's efforts.
Finally, one day, I was greeted by a group of guests around me. They praised me: "How can this flower be so bright and unique, so majestic, like a guardian in a flower, and so delicate and charming, like a queen in a flower! The gardener rushed over and said, "don't touch this flower, it's the best in our garden." It's used to deliver flowers. "I suddenly realized why my mother trained me like this and chose brilliant nirvana. It turned out that I was given a sacred and irreplaceable mission.
This is just some material, you can choose some and add some self.
5. In Class 6, Grade 6, I was lying awake with a flute in my hand. You listen to the cheerful tone and blow again, and freely go up the mountain to herd cattle. 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.
6. The first volume of the sixth grade composition imitates the first lesson of the sixth grade. The 400-word composition describes nature. Nature is beautiful, and the world is beautiful.
Maybe you will hate rainy and humid weather. But looking at them with your heart is different.
It's raining outside the window and the room is quiet. At this time, you just need to calm down. Sitting on a cane chair, with spiritual food on your legs, drinking steaming scented tea, the fragrance of scented tea and the freshness of the air outside the window blend into one, and slowly and slowly sneak into your heart. Soft violin music holds your hand and takes you into a beautiful dream. When you wake up, you can put on your coat, put on your umbrella and go for a walk outside. You see, the low houses in the small village are smoking, with lights on and hazy in the drizzle. Smoke, lights and drizzle, trees and grass. Did everything in nature make you friends with them?
Of course, it can't rain every day. The sky is clear in Wan Li.
Clear sky is the pride of summer, and the sky in all seasons belongs to it. However, you must be worried about the hot summer sun, but as long as you make friends with them with your heart.
There are no impurities in the blue sky in summer, only lovely white clouds are dotted. . Cicada sings the beauty of summer in the shade. You can sit quietly by the stream, and the lush trees stretch out their arms to block out the sun for you. The green grass has woven a fluffy and soft blanket for you as early as spring, lying on the blanket, looking up at the blue sky, and the stream is playing rhythmically for you.
7. The second volume of the sixth grade, "Planting Flowers", imitates my musical color-(imitating "Planting Flowers")
I love music, so I also like listening to music. I don't expect to be an excellent musician when I grow up, nor do I expect to understand the true meaning of music. I only regard listening to music as a pleasure in life. Every time I listen to music, I can revel in it.
At home, I always like to sit quietly by my computer, wearing headphones and listening to my favorite music. Beautiful notes flow slowly, even if you listen to them thousands of times, you will not feel bored. On the other hand, I sat in front of the TV and watched the concert. Whenever I hear my favorite music, I will erect my ears and try to catch every falling note. Sometimes, I will hum my favorite songs to do everything in my life, so that I can do boring things with relish.
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, this is my musical mood. Every time I hear relaxed and pleasant melodies and clear and sweet songs, the unpleasantness of the day suddenly disappears. And when I hear those sad slow melodies, my mood naturally becomes sad.
For me, classical music and pop music have different characteristics and styles. Classic is a very long tune, beautiful and with a touch of sadness. Beautiful melody makes people unforgettable for a long time, and popularity is sometimes a trend, a refreshing song.
I listen to many songs, so I will naturally choose to compare them. Among the songs I listened to, some of them were very favorite. For example, Shalala brings me a relaxed, romantic and pleasant feeling. The singer's sweet singing can always immerse me in endless fantasies, and fate is a touching song, which makes people feel a little sad. However, there are also many meaningless and emotionless music that I despise, and those fast-paced rock songs belong to me.
I like music. I like not only listening to songs, but also playing music with musical instruments. The sound of guzheng flowing in the mountains, the crisp sound of pipa "like pearls pouring on a plate of jade", has fallen, and the clear sound still echoes in my ears for a long time. Intoxicated in the elegant artistic conception.
Friends, when you are happy, lonely, sad and free, you might as well make friends with music, let yourself forget your troubles, be happy and enrich your mind!