Keywords: Anren Tongqu Primary School Grade Two
This article is applicable to: the second grade of primary school.
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This diary is about the second grade of primary school. The title is "An Ren Tong Qu Tu"-rewriting the ancient poem "Boating An Ren". Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically.
One night, I sat at my desk previewing the text and read "An Ren Xing Zhou" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty. The more I read, the cuter I get, the more interesting I read, and I can't help sitting at my desk and enjoying it. Thousands of years later, I came to Anren, Hubei.
It turns out that this used to be my hometown in the Song Dynasty. Look! How beautiful the spring in my hometown is. There are colorful flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and the crystal clear lake is rushing. It can really be compared with the West Lake, attracting many tourists. Sister Ying and I can't resist the temptation of "the rhythm is getting bigger and bigger, and the shoulders are rubbing against the hub." We finished our homework early, got the consent of our parents and rushed to the river to pick up a penny and go boating.
The lovely shadow sister danced happily, and looked up to talk to the swallow for a while, then lay beside the boat and shook her head, and then took a fishing net to catch a tadpole with a wagging tail for her mother to eat. "Sister, look, I caught a beautiful little fish!" My sister just wanted to run over and show me off, when she slipped and fell, and her big head slammed into the side of the ship. The splashing water wet her new shoes embroidered with magpies, which surprised the big white goose who was looking for food.
This shadow sister quit, grabbed my skirt, twisted her chubby little body, left her mouth a few times, and made a search. I quickly put down my penny, told her the story of the goddess mending the sky, and teased her to see the kite flying in the sky. Who knows, the stubborn shadow sister pointed at someone else's sailboat and gave me a big problem, asking our small fishing boat to push the waves away and move briskly instead of paddling.
Sister Ying is really whimsical and unreasonable. Without Ma Liang's magic pen, how could she conjure up a small white sail in an instant? However, my sister insists that Qingshan does not relax. If I don't let her get what she wants, I'll tell my aunt (my mother) that I bullied her and ask her to punish me for reciting poems. It's a myth to recite Qu Yuan's Li Sao overnight, because Su Qin didn't pass on his photographic memory.
So we had to frown and walk around, thinking like scientists. "Huhu-"Suddenly, a warm spring breeze woke me up. Pick up the oil-paper umbrella, solemnly walk to the bow, and say a spell like Zhuge Liang who sacrificed to the east wind: "Blow up the wind, blow up the oil-paper umbrella and let our boat move." Teacher Feng seemed to understand my anxiety and sang a nice song to help out. I saw waves rippling, green willows brushing the embankment, and our boat staggered forward.
"Yes! Great, sister, let me open an umbrella! "
As I handed her my umbrella, I opened her forehead: "It's not good to complain easily. Be careful that the wind will take you into the water and let the fish and shrimp bite your toes. "
"I am a little fat pig, how can the wind have such great strength?"
"giggle, hahaha", our laughter echoed on the lake, fixed in the eyes of the poet Yang Wanli. I saw him splash ink and write: A fishing boat, carrying two children, stopped on board. Strange life has an umbrella without rain, not to cover the sky, but to create wind, which makes people sing for thousands of years and never tire of reading.