Early in the morning, when I walked out of the house, the biting cold wind came at me from time to time. I couldn't help shivering and shrinking my neck, as if telling me that winter is coming again. The red sun shines on the body but loses its former temperature. Only a few lonely yellow leaves on the old poplar trees on campus are struggling in the cold wind, and the birds singing for us are gone. Crickets chirping in the grass are hiding in their comfort zones and sleeping soundly. When winter comes, everything seems so quiet. Looking at the withered morning glory in the corner not only reminds me of the vibrant spring.
Spring is a season full of hope. Spring breeze is like the messenger of life, she awakens the grass and makes it green again. She woke up the morning glory in the corner, wrapped in bright green leaves, and climbed up stubbornly. I think it will certainly produce more beautiful flowers this summer; She blew open the frozen stream, and the clear stream flowed again. The place where she blew was full of vibrant scenes.
In this cold winter, I can't help laughing at the sight of spring returning to the earth and everything reviving.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Looking forward to the second composition is the task that our classmates have always dreamed of, because we can only be on duty in Grade Three, and it will be our turn to be on duty in Class Three, Grade Four next week. The students are very happy, but this is the first time our class is on duty.
Teacher Ren chose 32 students in her class, and I was one of them. In the afternoon, I walked to the brigade with curiosity. Teacher Wang asked Chang to go to the gate of the group first. I, Qin Xiaoru, Chen Jiamei and Ren Nianwen are a group. I am the leader of our group. After grouping, Mr. Wang asked us to enter the brigade for training. Teacher Wang gave each of us a morning/afternoon patrol record form of Nanguan Primary School, telling us how to fill in this form, and then sent a record form of Nanguan Primary School classes and duty weeks. Teacher Wang gives each of us a class management, and I am responsible for recording it every five years. He also asked us to go to the health areas and flower ponds of each class for a field trip, telling us a lot of matters needing attention and the scope of responsibility, so that everyone can know their duties and responsibilities. Teacher Wang also told us how to check and how to deduct points if we fail. We all remembered it, and then the teacher gave each of us a weekly duty card and a weekly etiquette belt.
Finally, the teacher arranged for Qin Jiawei and I to be standard bearers, while Yan Zehao and Sun Jiawei were standard bearers. I am really happy and excited. I really hope to come soon next week and let us experience the happiness and responsibility of being on duty.
Whenever the stars and the moon rise, I always lie in front of the window when I am tired of doing my homework, looking at the beautiful night sky and looking forward to it for a long time.
Two years ago, my brother went to America for further study. Before leaving, my brother said to me, "You should study hard. I will write to you every month. " With that, he left and never came back.
Every time I receive a letter from my brother, I am always excited and run home like a baby. Whenever this happens, I always think of him playing table tennis with me, and I always think of him studying problems with me.
One day, my brother sent me a pen from abroad. When I looked at it, I kept thinking: this is evidence of my friendship with my brother. From then on, I used this pen every time I wrote to my brother, but I never took this precious pen to school because I lost it at school. I will write to him every month, and he will write to me every month. Occasionally, I will give him a small gift, and he will also give me a small gift. The connecting line of our friendship is a letter and a gift. Every time I look at this drawer full of gifts, I think: Brother, when will you come back?
I lay on the windowsill and continued to look forward to it.
Now I am like a prisoner, living in a "prison" all day without any freedom.
"Mom, I have finished my homework. Can I go out and play for a while? " I pointed out the window and said timidly. "No, you know how to play every day." Mom frowned, didn't know where to get a stack of materials, opened one of them, and said without looking up, "The exam is coming, so I'm not alert now, and I want to get zero!" Do these questions and look out of the window, understand? "I nodded slowly, reluctantly opened my pencil case, took out a pen from the inside and started the topic. I don't know how long it took, but I finally finished the assignment. Outside the window, the playful companions heard laughter coming from a distance. I can't help blaming my mother: I have poor eyesight. Why not let me go downstairs and have a rest? I want to breathe fresh air, and I want to bathe in warm sunshine. How nice that would be!
I held the pen and bit it, and continued to crawl in the sea of questions. The laughter of friends gradually disappeared, and the twilight enveloped the community. I know I can't go downstairs today. What about me? I have to deal with endless homework every day, and I am only accompanied by loneliness, irritability and loneliness.
I want to be free, I don't want to be a caged bird!
I am a happy bird, living in a beautiful forest. Every day, rabbits and squirrels chase on the grass. The sun shines on the green carpet through the green leaves. This forest is full of life.
But one day, a group of people came to the forest. They took chainsaws and cut down the towering trees in the forest, scaring the small animals into hiding everywhere. Soon, we met many stumps. We birds have to fly away from home.
Flying and flying, we went through hardships and finally came to a brand-new place. I see tall buildings everywhere. Black smoke billowed from the nearby chimney. We lingered for a long time, but we still couldn't find a place to stay. We felt thirsty and searched for a long time before we found a small river. Ah! There are some dead fish floating in the river. It turned out that the whole river was polluted because people discharged waste water into the river. Sad, we decided to go back to China, but where is our home?
Looking at this desolate scene, how I look forward to going back to the old days! Blue sky, green water, dense forest, happy play, competition among friends ... I can't help but loudly appeal to people: wake up! Humans, green is hope. Without green, there is no hope.
What do young writers expect?
In the middle of winter, the ice and snow are frozen and the wind is biting. She is looking forward to the early arrival of spring, imagining the beauty of spring and the beautiful red flowers. Green grass, gently shaking; Birds in various clothes and headdresses are singing euphemistically. ...
I always feel that spring is so beautiful, full of poems of "breeze blowing, drizzle falling, trees growing, pedestrians laughing".
Spring has really come. Pushing open the door of spring, she is looking forward to summer, gorgeous lotus, cool sea water, soft beach and happy summer vacation. My heart itches, too. The summer vacation is really long. Have a good time. My mother always calls me a crazy girl.
Similarly, I am looking forward to autumn. Under the leadership of Mr. Cao, the children of our literary society picked Chinese rose, melon seeds, boxwood and cockscomb flowers with bamboo baskets, and came to the salt river, scooped up a handful of clear water and a mass of soil to make a bullet. One, two, three, bomb!
Why don't I like winter? At Christmas, Qingqing Literature Society was decorated with flowers, and the walls were covered with students' wishes. Yin Zijie wrote: "I want to go to Harbin to be a snow sculpture, and my dream wants to fly like snowflakes." The most unforgettable teacher Cao's amazing eyes: 65,438+000 riddles are difficult to guess and uncover! Teacher Cao flushed with joy and announced loudly: there are more exciting activities on the first day of the New Year!
"Hope is endless, hope is charming. But hope is a poison without an antidote. " I nodded deeply.
Looking forward to composition 7 "get out!" With an angry roar, I shook my shoulder and casually walked to the door.
When I was a child, I was arrogant; But no one knows how much I expect to be noticed and praised by teachers. Out of the office, I don't know when the sky has been covered with dark clouds. One by one, they pulled faces and were about to squeeze out water with a sullen face. I was about to leave when I heard the teacher's voice. I stopped disdainfully: complaining about my stubbornness again! But what reached my ears was not criticism and sarcasm, but a seemingly joking joke: "This child is very similar to me when I was a child." At that moment, the calluses in my heart peeled off like flowers. Before, so many harsh admonitions from teachers were not as good as this joke and gossip. At that moment, I felt that my hope had come true. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed and the sun returned to the front of the clouds. I exhaled, buttoned my coat, put on my schoolbag and walked home briskly.
Now, I still look forward to the attention and praise of all teachers, but I know that my hope is being realized bit by bit.
In winter, what I want to see most in Favorite is that there are little snowflakes floating everywhere, and then I will make a snowman with my parents and make many little snowballs. ...
I still remember last year's Lunar New Year's Eve, there were little snowflakes floating in the sky. I waited and waited, and finally dawn broke in the morning. When I opened the window, I saw that the pine tree was covered with snow, just like a quilt of snow, and there was snow in the field. I am very excited to play with my parents to make snowman tools. That's my best memory.
Mom said that the little snowflake is the most beautiful, flawless and pure in the world. Last time, I finally hoped for snow. Large tracts of small snowflakes fall from the sky and fly all over the sky like dandelions. On the opposite roof, on the wintersweet in the park ... this year, I continued to wait, and as a result, the warm weather did not usher in snow. I am disappointed and unhappy. My mother comforted me by saying that I can imagine the appearance of snow by myself, read books about snow, imagine the appearance of snow in books and happy smiles. ...
But I still hope it will snow in the cold winter during the Spring Festival next year ... I'm looking forward to it.
Hope is everywhere in life. Whenever you are eager to see or have it, it is hope.
That day, dark clouds were gathering. One second it was cloudy, and the next it turned into a storm. Even the cypress tree, which has always been strong, had to bow its head in the wind and rain, and the car sped at high speed. The throttle needle fluctuates around 120 yards, and the speed of the wiper is adjusted to the fastest, but in the rainstorm, there is nothing to do. Facing the distance of 90 kilometers, my heart is anxious. I am very excited about the navigation for half an hour. This picture keeps flashing in my mind. "How did that happen? How come! " When we were ready to go back to our hometown, there was no sound after the phone was connected, only some groans-grandpa was ill. ...
In the face of sudden accidents, we can only be anxious. Ten minutes and eleven minutes passed. For us, it seems that more than ten centuries have passed. Everyone couldn't wait to fly the plane and arrived at the hospital in the blink of an eye. But it's impossible. Everyone can only be anxious. My eyes tightened and my heart was too heavy to breathe. Just looking out of the window anxiously.
I hope I'm anxious It is also extremely stressful.
Looking forward to 10 composition firecrackers one year old, spring breeze send warm into Tu Su. This is a touching scene of Wang Anshi's excitement and joy at the renewal of Vientiane on the first day of the New Year's Day, which was improvised. Our Spring Festival now may be more cheerful than in the Song Dynasty.
Looking forward to it! Looking forward to it, I can't help laughing when I see that the Spring Festival is coming. When I think of the past Spring Festival, people are beaming and full of energy. There is an endless stream of shoppers. Some are shopping for new year's goods, some are gathered around the round table to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and some are setting off firecrackers. They are all very lively.
It's finally time for the New Year's Eve dinner. I, a greedy cat, can't wait. At this time, my father mysteriously told us that he had wrapped coins in jiaozi's bag, and whoever ate them would be lucky in the new year. Really. Really? My cousin and I were dubious, so we picked up a jiaozi and ate it carefully, for fear of swallowing coins in one gulp. Grandpa burst out laughing when he saw this photo of us eating. Grandpa's smile aroused my suspicion: Is it that Dad and Grandpa joined hands to coax us to eat more? Thinking of this, I stopped eating carefully. I opened my mouth and bit it. Bang, something knocked down my crumbling front teeth. Everyone burst into laughter. When I took it out, it turned out to be a coin, which made me excited. Later, my cousin ate them one after another, and our whole family was immersed in warm laughter.
The cold wind roared outside the window, but the atmosphere of our home was not affected by the cold wind, and it was still enjoyable.
1 1 It rained almost every day last week, and my shoes were all wet, even my socks were not spared. As soon as my mother saw it, she complained, "Oh, it's wet again!"
In desperation, my mother can only buy me a pair of beautiful light rain shoes. This is a pair of yellow boots, and the soles are high and blue. I like it very much. But with this pair of light rain shoes, it will clear up.
I look forward to rain every day. Get up every day and ask your mother, "Is it raining today?" But the answer always disappoints me. One day, I had a whim and asked my mother, "Can I wear rain boots to school today?" Mother a listen to smile crooked mouth, "sunny wear rain boots? You want to make everyone laugh! "
That night, I dreamed that it was raining. I saw that I was wearing those beautiful light rain shoes and running fast on the playground in the rain. Seeing the big puddle, I went up and stamped a few feet. In the splash, I saw the envious eyes of my classmates. Cool! You can play with water without getting your shoes wet. Little rain boots are a bit like the military boots of Tiananmen National Flag Guard. I like the powerful feeling of raising the national flag with my right foot.
Expect rain! I pray in my heart every day: God, it's going to rain!
12 since the winter, the weather has been extremely cold, the northwest wind has been whistling, and the climate is very dry, but it seems that God deliberately opposes us and never snows. This reminds me of the snow last year.
One day last winter, the cold wind was biting, and it cut my face like a knife. In a short time, heavy snow like goose feathers fell from the sky. Falling on the tree, the tree looks full of pear blossoms; Fell on the roof, which was covered with white fluff; Falling on the road, like a snow-white hada tied to the road; When you fall on the ground, it seems that there is a white carpet on the ground, and it will make a "crunching" sound when you walk. This white and flawless snowflake makes the world white, especially enchanting, and the garden is covered with a white quilt. My friend and I made a snowman with the fastest speed. My brother went to the roadside and picked up two stones of the right size to make eyes. My brother went home and took a red pepper as a small mouth. My sister brought gloves for the snowman to put on, and I took off my hat and put it on the snowman's head. A lifelike snowman stood in front of us, and the snowman became a beautiful scenery in the park. We jumped around the snowman happily.
Last night, I also had a dream that it finally snowed! This snowflake falls from the sky like catkins, butterflies and goose feathers. I am so happy that I reach out my hands and embrace the snowflakes flying all over the sky.
I love this silvery white world, and I love the snowflake that explains the value of life.
The composition of hope 13 She has a song called "Don't want to grow up", "Don't want to grow up, don't want to grow up, when you grow up, there will be no him." But I am particularly looking forward to growing up for many reasons. Let me count slowly.
Now our study is the most important. We are faced with the pressure of life and study. Although we don't care about the pressure and helplessness in life, we are really worried about studying, including the pressure of entering a higher school and the pressure of our parents. We are under great pressure now. When we grow up, we may make our own decisions. We have more free time, although our parents will still get used to helping us. But we can make decisions for mom and dad and look forward to growing up. At that time, we can help our parents and take care of them. It is difficult for them to raise us, but when we grow up, we can become a harbor for our parents and a haven for them, instead of sheltering us from the wind and rain. Maybe this is growth.
I look forward to becoming an independent and self-reliant self one day when I grow up. When we grow up, we may face many problems. When we grow up, we may meet all kinds of things and people, but we must remember that growth is what we have been looking forward to and is the greatest reliance of our parents.
The composition of hope 14 Everyone has had hope, and everyone has different expectations. Today I want to talk about my first hope.
Before that, my parents had promised me to have a barbecue in the wild and clap my chest to ensure it. Lying in bed, I have been thinking about the barbecue scene, all kinds of delicious food used in barbecue, and the aroma that only barbecue has. Think about it. Put your hands on the bed. Ah! All wet.
I waited at home, and a bright morning was about to pass, but when I saw my parents, I never meant to leave, just sitting leisurely on the sofa reading the newspaper. After a few minutes, I really can't stay any longer. I looked out of the window: the flowers I planted began to fade silently; A pair of birds on the branch are twittering endlessly; The cries of street vendors became so ugly that people could not help covering their ears.
"Why don't you go?" I asked my parents tearfully, "Well, wait a minute." The father replied like this.
I had to leave the living room and go back to my room, watching the comic books I had finished reading, listening to the old songs I was tired of listening to, and playing with the building blocks I could spell with my eyes closed. If nothing else, just to get out quickly and kill time.
Back in the living room, I always sat behind them and whispered, "Go, go, go." While watching the second hand on the clock turn and turn, it started a new circle. I'm worried: why don't you go? It's too late, it will be cold, and sometimes it will rain, so we can't barbecue!
"Go, go, don't disturb us to discuss barbecue food!" Father said.
Ah! So I'm leaving soon! Great! I think I am looking forward to it! We can finally go to the barbecue!
Suddenly feel that the sky is as clear as the above; Birds seem to be singing; The hawker's cries have become particularly cordial; The content in the book has become particularly beautiful; Old songs are particularly nice; The building blocks in your hand always seem to spell out many new tricks.
I was expecting a barbecue that day!
Looking forward to writing 15, everyone has a place to belong, but what kind of experience is it when you can't go home?
I still remember it was a crisp autumn day. I put on my schoolbag, took my mother's hand and stepped into this campus that will feed me for six years. It was the first time I stepped into the campus, and everything around me seemed to call me to the past. I didn't know what to do then.
The sky is still clear, and with the sound of reading, birds are singing in the treetops. In the first class, I read the words in the book and found them very interesting. Then I looked at the sun in the sky and felt an indescribable warmth in my heart.
In the third class, the sun is gradually covered by clouds. I've never been away from home alone for so long. I recall my warm home and miss that feeling a little. I miss the feeling of my family, the smell of my home, my pet and everything at home. ...
By noon, I still didn't get what I wanted, and I had to spend a tough noon in the lunch nursery. The sky outside is overcast and windy. I ate my rice bite by bite, but there was only a rice bowl as big as an adult's palm, as if it were a bottomless pit, and the rice in that bowl could not be finished.
Finally, in the afternoon, it began to rain in Mao Mao. I stared at the rain drops outside the window, and my face was wet. I stared at the words in the book, which was monotonous and seemed to make me sleepy.
It's raining harder and harder, and the trees are swaying in the wind, as if sympathetic to my inability to go home. Finally, the bell rang and the shadow made an appointment. I saw my mother's figure. I didn't want to think about it, so I flew out immediately. I just wanted to go home quickly. On the way, the rain gradually subsided.
When I got home, the rain stopped completely and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the air.