1. This was written in Grade Three.
Lianshuo
To the students who are struggling for the senior high school entrance examination.
Between my growing up and the mud,
Darkness surrounds me.
Looking up at the fish singing,
How lonely and depressed I am.
Look! Someone is laughing on the water.
Butterflies are dancing among the flowers.
And I,
But I fell in the stench again and again.
How many times,
I thought about giving up looking,
Looking for that beautiful song that belongs to me.
But I can't give up,
Because I firmly believe that,
On the other side of the water, there will always be my pride.
Suffer, suffer.
I finally broke through the prison where I was imprisoned.
In that summer, the whole world will shine because of me
That pink flower coat,
Green robe,
Against my sweet laughter.
This was written in the second day of junior high school.
Dancing stars
In the night sky
Our star is busy practicing dance.
Music, footsteps.
Happy, but hard, hard.
This sweat, this tear
It's too late to wipe
Let alone count them.
Bite the bullet
We encourage each other with friendship.
Help each other with love
longing
When dawn comes, the night becomes clear.
Our dance is the most beautiful. All our efforts have lived up to our expectations.
Skip the quiz you accidentally met.
I jumped onto this hill full of flowers.
No time for fun.
Loneliness has surrounded me.
score
This lovely and hateful symbol of coldness
It affected our mood.
Control our sad laughter
It is my pride.
It has also become a deep ditch on my friendship road.
Actually, my heart hasn't changed at all.
But people think so highly of me.
I hope.
Many friends can jump on this mountain.
Share flowers with me
renew one's friendship
laugh out loud (LOL)
This was written in the first day of junior high school.
If you are the brightest star.
In the vast universe, the stars twinkle.
Look! How dazzling that star is.
If you are the brightest star,
Facing people's admiring eyes and the breeze,
What would you do?
It is narcissism and contempt for everything.
Or as usual, release your own light without reservation?
The environment around you is so bright.
Your life is so warm.
Only the smiles and congratulations of the stars greeted us in front.
But you are so naive,
How can you see the vicissitudes of the deepest part of the universe?
If you are really the brightest star,
You can predict that in hundreds of millions of years, you will be shattered,
Will people cry for you? Or are you glad you disappeared?
At that time, you only had one time,
As soon as the wind blows, it disappears.
But will you regret it?
Will you regret being the brightest star in the dark universe?
I guess you won't,
Even the brightest star has more pain and helplessness.
But after all, you have given off the most dazzling light.
2.
1, more than half of the winter vacation has passed, and my homework has been finished. I wanted to have fun for the rest of the day, but my parents forced me to learn this and that. If I don't want to, they ask me if I'm proud, and then inexplicably lecture me and say a lot of reasons, saying it's good for me. I wonder what they think.
I get up in the morning and wash first. Then, my mother didn't even give me time to have breakfast, forcing me to do my homework in the Olympics. After that, I should have lunch. After lunch, my mother didn't let me take a nap and asked me to write a composition. From then on, I knew it was time to learn English online. I studied for three or four hours.
After dinner, I went out for a walk and had to take a shower when I came back. Then my father urged me to go to bed early to welcome the new day.
Alas, the day passed in such a blur. At night, I lie prone in front of my bed, watching the stars twinkle freely, thinking: What did I do today? Don't! I entered a dream, in which I was doing my homework.
The winter vacation I am looking forward to is not like this! It's a combination of work and rest. It's very sunny. Unlike before the exam, I struggled in the ocean of learning all day and suffered in exercises. I don't want it!
Perhaps in the eyes of parents, winter vacation is the golden time for study, but in the eyes of our students, winter vacation is a day of relaxation.
Mom and Dad, please respect us. My winter vacation is my decision.
2. I was busy for a semester, and I was a little uncomfortable at first. At work, I get along with students every day. Although they will be naughty and make me angry, I still miss them so much. I want to know if they will be more obedient when they come, whether they will make progress than before and so on.
I have been home for several days. In these days, I am also thinking about how I will spend this winter vacation, whether to stay at home and watch TV like last year, or to visit my classmates or do other things. But when I think about this, I think of winter vacation homework, who was arranged by the headmaster just after the holiday. It may be strange to others. How does the headmaster decorate winter vacation homework? How can teachers have winter vacation homework like students? In fact, the headmaster told us to read more books and study more during the winter vacation to prepare for the coming period. In fact, this is also quite good. Let's set goals for our future work so that we can do it better next year. Now I read books and practice calligraphy at home every day, and I feel that winter vacation life is quite fulfilling.
3.
My hometown is in * * *, where there are rich fruits, including apples, grapes, walnuts and big red dates, among which my favorite is apples.
In the spring of March, the drizzle is like silk, and the tall and straight apple trees are full of beautiful flowers. Pink petals and yellow stamens are very beautiful. They bloom one after another, attracting countless beautiful flowers and many passers-by. Some passers-by stopped to admire, some picked flowers to dress themselves up, and some took pictures as a souvenir. Passers-by are breathing intoxicating apple blossoms. Laughter and laughter filled it.
In April, the apple tree full of spring rain stretched out its little green hand. A breeze blew, and my little hand shook as if to say hello to you.
The apple blossoms are gradually fading, and the mother apple tree "gives birth" to small green apples. Mother Apple clung to the immature "babies" for fear that they would fall.
Autumn is coming and all kinds of fruits are beginning to ripen. Apples are like red lanterns covered with branches, bending the thick branches. Uncle fruit grower picked the red lanterns, put them in baskets and boxes, and transported them to all parts of the country by truck. It is another bumper harvest year, and his face is filled with a sweet smile.
I love my hometown, and I love the apple orchard in my hometown even more!
Give me more! ! !