1 sixth grade manuscript

Let's take a look at the excellent handwritten newspapers in primary schools:

1, enjoy life, everyone is happy. Life is a journey in the mountains, a journey in the water, a gentle grasp, a folding of troubles, and a full collection of happiness. As long as your heart is warm, the distant road will be safe. Looking back, I hope the sun will always shine and life will be sunny everywhere.

2, drifting in the moonlight, time flies with the wind, quietly blooming in the rainy season, still beautiful; Heart, still quiet. The tenderness of the moon, the night knows; cardiac

Clear, rain understands; I understand your feelings. Life is not perfect. You and I used to float. Once upon a time, we yearned for a level of stability, regardless of wind and rain, guarding each other's journey. Vicissitudes are not nature, but experience; Happiness is not a state, but a feeling.

3, the hedge falls, the wine is exhausted, and there are many worries. The dim light reflected the ancient pavilion. Who do you want to sing with? Draw a pink face and stare at the cause and effect of the world; Weiyang song and dance, the cycle of origin and extinction. The dance sleeves are comfortable and light, just like loneliness in the courtyard. When the wind blows, who will knock on my Chai Feimen, hold my hand and listen to my jokes?

I haven't dyed it after many years. Time is a sacrifice. Red makeup is tired of the harp, harp music, and Ji Jiao is tired of dancing. In the long world of mortals, a shallow song describes the thinness, coldness and loneliness of half a life, as clear as water. Lonely glass, desolate city complex heart. The trace of passing away is deeply imprinted on the bone. Smoke flies, dancing with a touch of graceful shyness for half a life, and the flower sacrifice is beautiful. Encountered love robbery, gently unforgettable. Those broken times are used to pay homage to fleeting time, okay?

Fate is not passing by, but embracing each other. Stand on tiptoe and your hearts will get closer. Life is always imperfect, there are always bitter tears, there are always regrets for slipping, there are always deep grievances and there are always regrets. Life is also perfect, which always makes us laugh in tears, realize in regret, hide happiness in resentment and love in hatred.

6. The waves washed up on the beach layer by layer, and then slowly receded layer by layer. You and I will enjoy playing in the sea, the waves rolling, the blue sea and the blue sky, feel the embrace of the sea together and appreciate the warmth of the sea together. This distant sea, like our endless love, wraps us up.

7. In the lonely winter, there is monotonous yellow everywhere. Everywhere is bleak, even the clear river in the past has lost its luster and is dark.

However, hiding under the ice, I want to sleep There is a mother and a daughter. Mother is combing her daughter's hair in the warm sunshine. She brushed her hair gently. Gently and continuously braid. Her face was full of smiles, as if her love would never be put into her mouth. Flows to the corner of the eye and spins into a long one. Braided hair. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered gold powder, and suddenly shone. Cleverly nestled in her mother's arms, kept talking about something, and made her smile from time to time. Sweet affection melts the cold of winter, and makes the winter scenery of Xiao Suo spin out the beauty of spring.