The excellent composition of June 1 is like a mountain of teachers' kindness, which is the deepest family affection; The teacher's kindness is like the sea, which is the deepest love. There is always such a call in the process of life that "the teacher will never forget". Only the simplest feelings can repay the teacher.
Dear Miss Zhou, I have kept a few words in my heart for a long time, but every time I see you, because I am timid, I just got to my mouth and swallowed them.
Do you remember? Just started school, just last September, my math scores were not satisfactory, but you explained my homework to me every day. I still remember one time, when I was absent from class and the class was over, the teacher gave me homework. There is a problem that I can't do, but you repeatedly emphasized it in class. I was really afraid that you would be angry, but when I came up to you and asked how to do this problem, you stopped flying pens, patiently explained it to me, and gestured on the blackboard from time to time. You used most of the blackboard just for me. At this time, I seem to see that you have lost a few hairs because of hard work. I really want to say I'm sorry, but I can't.
Miss Zhou, I will listen carefully and won't make the same mistake again.
The teacher's goodness is unforgettable, and the teacher's goodness is deep, bit by bit, bit by bit, all feelings.
In May this year, I came to the beautiful countryside. The countryside in May can be said to be the most beautiful in a year. There are flowers, young grass and lakes everywhere. It's so charming. It's a fairyland on earth!
I came to the lake, the water in the lake is crystal clear, and there are small fish and shrimp! The lake is sparkling under the sunshine. If it is summer, the children in the village had better go swimming in the lake!
There are many ears of wheat on the shore, and every straw is covered with ears of wheat, so full that every grain is about to burst; Uniformly brushed wheat awns are like lines on the music score, and each ear of wheat is a beating note, swaying with the wind. The wheat fields in vast expanse are flourishing and the wheat is ripe. The farmer's uncle is carrying a hoe to harvest the mature wheat in the wheat field. Men and women are not afraid of the heat, harvesting in the hot sun overhead, and watching the wheat they have worked so hard to plant mature, there is an unspeakable sense of honor in their hearts. Therefore, they don't care about the heat and sweat, just to finish harvesting the wheat early and take it to the threshing floor to dry!
May is like a beautiful landscape painting. If only time stayed in May! In this way, we can fully enjoy this wonderful May!
Today is my happiest day. Why do you say that? I will tell you why I am happiest today.
Today, my father came back from a business trip. Dad said he would take us to Gutian, which is also his hometown. However, I have never been to my father's hometown, so today is my happiest day.
My mother and sister and I packed our bags together and were ready to leave at once. My father booked four tickets for 7: 30. My mood at the moment is hard to describe in any words. After a long wait, we finally came to my father's hometown. It's already 4: 25. Dad called my uncle and asked him to drive us. Soon, my uncle came. He came to us in a white car. We got on the bus and soon arrived at my uncle's house. My uncle's house is like a hotel room. This bed is big and soft. We stayed at my uncle's house for a month. On the day we went back, my uncle brought us back many special products from my hometown.
After I came back, I published this diary on "Composition Network". When writing this composition, I feel very happy. I am willing to share my happiness with you.
August 4th Mid-Autumn Festival August 15 Excellent Composition
Mid-Autumn Festival has a long history. Like other traditional festivals, it develops slowly. The ancient emperors had a system of offering sacrifices to the sun in spring and the moon in autumn. As early as in Zhou Li, the word "Mid-Autumn Festival" was recorded.
Later, aristocratic scholars followed suit. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, they watch and worship the bright and round moon in the sky to express their feelings. This custom spread to the people and formed a traditional activity. Until the Tang Dynasty, people paid more attention to this custom of offering sacrifices to the moon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival became a fixed festival. Emperor Taizong recorded the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, which was very popular in the Song Dynasty.
The legend of Mid-Autumn Festival is very rich, and fairy tales such as the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, Wu Gang cutting Guangxi and Jade Rabbit smashing medicine are widely circulated.
In this October, there are 5 excellent compositions every month.
October
Come from the city, go to the city.
But nobody belongs here.
The street lamps in October are erratic.
After exchanging names
We are lovers.
A row of benches in the park is very crowded.
The crooked neck tree is hung with the hunter's skin.
Go back to the person of your dreams along the road.
Spread the wound, spread it.
rose
Like a dangerous move.
I saw a man.
Standing on the saline-alkali land with cotton.
Tears Long song every night.
How long is happiness?
You said I like blue, but I didn't know.
That's the color of your pupils.
The boys' laughter is far apart.
The air is as cold as silence.
-This autumn, as usual.
Can you roll up your hands?
Say: I love this world!
Today, the teacher introduced us to an ancient song poem written by Weng Juan. This personal work is excellent, but the characters are very low-key and there is not much information. He swam for poetry all his life, then lived in seclusion in a mountain village, and had nothing to do to write poetry. The life of ancient people was really casual and free.
Weng Juan specializes in Five Laws, sings more scenery and pursues simplicity. His landscape poems inherited the exquisite style of the late Tang Dynasty and included the rational features of the Song Dynasty.
"Country April" is full of green, and it rains like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. However, this is a seven-character quatrain. The full text is fresh and lively, describing the charming scenery of the rural areas in the south of the Yangtze River in early summer and expressing the poet's love for rural life. From the poem, we can see that the fields on the hillside are lush, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
Although it is autumn harvest 10, we can still feel the joy of transplanting rice in April, and each season has different feelings.
March 7 excellent composition "March, full of songs, girls competing to collect honey; You sing and I sing, and the girls hold hands and feel lingering ... "On the third day of the third lunar month, the land of Bagui, whether it is the street green space of the city or the hillside farmland of the village, is full of songs and laughter.
The "March 3rd" Song Festival is a traditional Song Festival of Zhuang nationality. After thousands of years of historical cultivation, it is enduring, showing tenacious vitality and extraordinary artistic creativity.
Xu Ge is popular in the whole Zhuang area, especially in the counties where Zhuang people live in Hongshui River, Zuojiang River and Youjiang River basins.
According to the survey, there are 640 Gewei spots in Guangxi.
On the third morning, Amy, a young woman who lives in Yiling Village, Wuming County, put on her most beautiful clothes and went out. In the cultural center square of the county seat, Amy said happily, "I come to catch a song concert every year, and I will take part in a duet today!" " In Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, there are 12 ethnic minorities who love singing. Every ethnic group has beautiful folk songs and traditional songs, such as "Sister Sitting" of Miao, "Congress" of Dong and "Singing Ha" of Jing. Nanning International Folk Song Art Festival is developed on the basis of these songs, and the "song club" of Zhuang nationality is one of the most distinctive songs.
It is said that the hibernating dragon was awakened by the spring thunder the day before and after February 2 of the lunar calendar, so people called February 2 as the Qinglong Festival or the Dragon Head Festival.
On this day, people will hold a large-scale temple fair to celebrate this festival. There is a large temple fair in Qinglong Palace in Wanhuazhuang, Wuzhi County, where people will worship the Dragon King. It's always crowded and very lively at this time. Here, you can also buy some novel little things, such as glass.
Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I forgot to mention. Today is a good day for a haircut. Today's hairstyle is called "scraping the tap". Today, after school, my father and I went to get a haircut. You can see my new hairstyle tomorrow.
Dad said, "I used to play with this little toy when I was a child. Liuli rattled and liked it very much, but it was particularly easy to break."
I saw the article "Tianshan Mountain in July" in the first text, which is the second volume of the fourth grade Chinese book in primary school. This text writes a lot about the beautiful scenery of Tianshan Mountain. Many times, I imagine the beautiful scenery of Tianshan Mountain while reading the text, and then I secretly decide that I must go to Tianshan Mountain to see the beautiful scenery when I have the opportunity.
When I was studying in Tianshan Mountain in July, it was early September, and nothing changed here. The evergreen trees in the street are still green and lack the taste of autumn. Living in this city, we have never seen the changes of the four seasons. The single scenery makes me more curious about Tianshan Mountain. What I like best in the article is this sentence, "The most ideal thing for Tianshan Mountain in July is riding a horse." In a word, the weather in Tianshan Mountain in July is neither cold nor hot. Riding on a horse, a cool breeze blows from my face, and the scenery changes all the time. It gets colder and colder as you go up, until your body can't hold on.
Tianshan Mountain is our Tianshan Mountain and my amazing scenery.
/kloc-March 3rd, 0/0, is a grave-sweeping festival for Zhuang people.
My hometown is in Fusui County, Guangxi. Every year on March 3rd, I go back to my hometown in Bapen to visit the grave with my parents. Early in the morning, grandpa steamed five-color glutinous rice to commemorate his ancestors. Red is dyed with red and blue grass; Yellow, dyed with Buddleja; Black, dyed with maple leaves; Purple is dyed with purple leaves. The steamed five-color glutinous rice board is delicious and shiny. When I smell that sweet fragrance, I can't help reaching out to grab a ball and put it in my mouth.
March 3 is a day to climb mountains and see the scenery. After the grave-sweeping, the adults took me up the hillside near the cemetery to see the surrounding scenery. You can see the highway, the sheep-chasing scenic spot and Yinquan Mountain Villa of the nearby university, and you can also vaguely see the county seat in the distance. The scenery is beautiful.
March 3rd is also a festival for us Zhuang people to sing folk songs. Young men and women came to Gepo in droves to sing love songs, and uncles and aunts dressed in Zhuang holiday costumes also gathered here to sing folk songs about a better life: "Ouch Nile … Come and see Luo! The scenery on both sides of the Zuojiang River is really good ... "The video was broadcast on TV in the city, and they were also proved by the city!
I love my hometown, and I love March 3rd in my hometown.
It's getting late, and the moon with the golden ring finally rises! She, first golden, slowly passed through the white clouds like a light smoke, rising higher and higher. Suddenly, in an instant, the color of the moon becomes lighter and lighter; White, white. She stood proudly high. She is so lovely and pure, just like a silver jade plate, emitting white light!
The moonlight lit up half the sky. Only in the distant sky can one or two stars be seen, flickering faintly and disappearing slowly. The river that has been running for a day has subsided and flowed quietly. A full moon is reflected on the water, and the evening breeze is blowing gently and sparkling. Ah! The river is bright, and the whole wide river is like a mirror, like a ribbon inlaid with jewels; The ground lit up, and at first glance it was all white, which really seemed to be covered with frost.
A piece of white clouds covered the beautiful face of the moon. The moon tried its best to release the light from Bai Yunbian, set a brilliant halo around it, and the stars scrambled to send out faint light. ...
I like this moonlit night.
On the morning of June 12, my father and I went to Moon Lake to play. I said, "Dad, I am a little tour guide today. You have to listen to me. "
I led my father through the door, and I saw a tree covered with many pale yellow wild fruits like gourds. Walking, I smelled the flowers and saw the pale yellow flowers fall on the green grass. I also saw some green leaves, some light yellow leaves and some red leaves like maple leaves on the trees in Du Ying.
I looked into the distance and saw many tall trees by the roadside. These trees are clusters of small flowers like lilacs. Suddenly, a bird flew from the air and landed on a tree to rest. After a while, the bird spread its wings and flew away.
I led my father to the zigzag bridge along the winding path paved with stones. Across the bridge is Miss Willow. A breeze blew, and Miss Willow's beautiful green hair floated. Lotus leaf is like a trumpet, and there are two bees playing on it. There are many small fish swimming in the water, and the water is sparkling. We walked through the zigzag bridge and came to the arch bridge. I stood on the arch bridge and saw boats floating on the lake. After crossing the arch bridge, it's nice to hear the birds chirping happily.
Moon Lake is like a beautiful picture!
Excellent composition in June 13 childhood is like a poem.
Childhood, innocence, happiness.
Childhood is as beautiful as a song, melodious and graceful
Childhood is as beautiful as poetry, erratic and casual.
The leaves of childhood are red.
The fruits of childhood are ripe.
What will be waiting for us?
It is youth!
But we will never forget our childhood. ...
Casual flattery
A carefree life and an indulgent self
look ...
When I was a child, we played at the concrete door in front of our house.
When we were young, we caught fish in the river in front of our house.
When we were young, we played hide-and-seek in fields full of flowers.
When we were children, we cried loudly for candy.
All this is so familiar that we have been thinking about it. ...
In childhood, we were carefree and cared for by our parents.
Our childhood was happy and comfortable, accompanied by partners.
We were naive in childhood and blessed by heaven.
Oh! These are enough for us who are struggling in the study pile.
Envy, longing
Everything in childhood, in our view, seems so happy!
March 5 every year is the anniversary of learning from Lei Feng. Many people will choose to do some good things on this day to express their memory of Lei Feng's spirit.
On this day, my mother and I cleaned the unit stairs together. Our unit has seven floors. My mother and I will sprinkle some water in the corridor first, so as to reduce dust. I cleaned the stairs with a broom, and my mother followed me with a wet mop, so that the corridor was very clean. Then, the two of us wiped the handrail of the stairs from the seventh floor to the first floor with a rag, so that grandparents, brothers and sisters could hold the handrail when going up and down the stairs, which was safe and clean. When my neighbors saw me, they all said that I was a smart and sensible child, and my heart was full of sweetness.
March 5 has passed, but in my heart, I wish every day is March 5, and I would like to dedicate my love to my class, my classmates, my relatives and my strangers.
Excellent composition of the month 15 me? Who am I? A problem that has been bothering me for weeks has finally been discovered by me-I am a little flower.
I was originally a small seed, and my master buried me in her black soil. But there, I made new friends-slender earthworms and voles who like to dig holes. ...
I spent many years. Finally, one day, I poked my head out. "wow! What a bright world! I don't know how many times better than living in the mud! " I can't help exclaiming. Unexpectedly, this can make the earthworm and its owner anxious. One is busy loosening the soil for me, and the other is busy watering me.
"wow! What lovely flowers! " A little girl cried happily. "Oh, my name is Hua!" I said to myself. Grandpa Sun smiled and said, "I give her warmth." Grandma Yu listened and said, "OK, I'll give her water to drink." "In that case," Aunt Feng twisted her graceful posture and came from a distance, "then let me travel with her fragrance!"
I'm happier every day. I am a happy little flower.
Autumn has come, and I have withered. But I will always remember that I used to be a happy little flower.