In the evening, my grandparents took me to watch the sunset. The sun has set in the west and put away its dazzling light. The sky is dark blue. The rolling western hills, covered with the afterglow of the sunset, are very magnificent.
The sun sets slowly. Its round face turned red, dyeing the surrounding clouds yellow, red and purple ... the sun's face became redder. It walks gently behind the western hills, leaving its brilliant brilliance in the distant horizon. Grandpa blushed, looked at grandma and said, "The sunset is really beautiful!" " "
Reciting Prose in Grade Two: I wish.
I really hope,
Floating out of the chimney
Not thick black smoke,
But faint white clouds.
I really hope,
Come out of the chimney
This is not gray dust,
This is a clear spring.
I really hope,
Spit out from the chimney
It tastes good,
But a faint fragrance.
I really hope so,
I really hope,
On the earth where we live,
The trees are greener,
The flowers are redder,
Birds sing more sweetly.
Selected readings of primary school students' compositions
I think/Gao Hongbo.
I want to deal with it.
Into branches of peach trees,
With a bunch of buds,
Drifting in the wind.
Gone with the wind
The cuckoo's voice is singing.
I want to put my feet
The roots of willows,
Reaching out to the wet and soft land,
Absorb sweet nutrition.
for a long time
Grow into a green tent.
I want to be a kite,
Floating high in the air,
Look how soft the white clouds are,
Look at the sun, how bright!
Look, look
I saw the magical classroom of nature.