If a good book is a gorgeous piece of music, then words are jumping notes. I dance in gorgeous and beautiful music, and I feel happy in reading.
When I was a child, I always pestered my mother and begged her to tell me stories before going to bed. At that time, I had an indissoluble bond with books.
In order to save her beloved, the little mermaid sacrificed herself and became a bubble, but her soul was finally free and moved. Little Red Riding Hood is witty and brave, and her fight with wolves left a deep impression on me. I sympathize with the warmth of the little match girl and her desire to go home. And the kind Snow White, whose sincerity makes me admire. ...
When I was a child, I got great enlightenment and education in fairy tales, which laid the foundation for my future writing. Every time I look at these beautiful fairy tales, my childhood dreams bloom in my heart like flowers.
When I was a child, I liked reading very much.
I bid farewell to my childhood and wandered around in the shade of fairy tales, and I entered a sunny youth. At this time, I gained greater happiness and success in reading.
"It has nothing to do with falling flowers, but it seems to meet Yan Gui." Listen, who is singing in the distance, feeling that the seasons change, and the years are not transferred by people's will? "Martyrs are full of courage in their later years." Look, who is chanting in the distance to express their inner ambitions? "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." Look, who is painting in the distance, feeling the tranquility of the country. ...
Reading the beautiful words left by the literati and singing the touching poems written by the literati, my heart is pounding and my heart is surging!
A thick ink, a light color, a paragraph of text and a page all reveal a bookish atmosphere. Reading is happy, reading is happy, reading makes people progress, and reading makes people succeed step by step!
Black and white, no color; Every word is well-written, flowing. Books are the crystallization of the author's wisdom, and books are the expression of the author's emotions. It's good to read!
Reading makes me happy and makes me progress. I hope the book can accompany me whenever I want.
I love reading!
I get pleasure from listening.
I like being alone. I love to find a good place when spring blossoms, listen quietly and listen to the sound of flowers.
In the changeable world of mortals and secular shackles, only in this way can I find an eternal moment, get rid of all other thoughts, let the beauty of nature relieve my mental fatigue and get the happiness of that moment.
Epiphyllum is a short-lived representative. Her glory is only fleeting, but it blooms at a critical moment. She told me that the glory of life, though only fleeting, is very real. After all, all life will eventually turn to dust and go with the wind. The fleeting truth, like a meteor passing by in a hurry, carved a faint trace on the journey and was buried in the torrent of time. Every life yearns for even a short attention. So I know that life doesn't care how long it is. The significance and mediocrity of a century are not as good as a brilliant moment, because the happiness of this moment can affect a person's life.
Sunflowers bloom alone in the scorching sun. She burns like a fire, burning the passion in her heart. She never complains, nor is she discouraged by this vicious environment, but it is getting worse. She used the drops of water on the petals to bring a touch of coolness to this difficult afternoon. She doesn't care how many people stop for her. She is just realizing her life value alone-being happy for opening up.
The lotus flower, which is "not stained with mud", "straight through, not crawling, graceful and pure, and fragrant and clear", tells people with her pink and pure petals that she has a heart that doesn't go with the flow and a noble and arrogant sentiment. She told people that a gentleman should be like this, keep beautiful in the distance and convey happiness in beauty.
Flowers bloom with affection and flowers fall with affection. Listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling deeply is like listening to the eternity of life. Life is a beautiful flower, the beauty of rippling sight is also the beauty of listening. Sometimes you don't need too many words to decorate. Flowers fall, speechless. That dazzling beauty has never been ignored, and that tragic happiness has never been forgotten.
Flowers bloom without words, but the real beauty inside is little known. When we looked at the window of the street, we saw a numb, pale and cruel face. In the competition between money and power, we lost the beauty of standing and listening, and also gave up a pure land in our hearts in confusion, in fact, we gave up the pursuit of happiness.
Learn to listen and be happy in the sound of flowers blooming and falling!
I get pleasure from reading.
"Books are the ladder of human progress" is what Gorky once said, which proves that our social progress cannot be separated from books, so I like reading very much.
"The book has its own Yan Ruyu, the book has its own golden house", and I think the book has its own happiness. Whenever I read it, my distractions will vanish, as if I was the only one in the world. I began to find my own happiness in reading.
Reading a good book can benefit you a lot and make you happy. Reading a book that is harmful to us will make you take a hundred steps back. Therefore, if you want to be happy in reading, you must "learn to read, study hard and study hard."
I remember this time, when the exam was rolled down, I clearly saw my score. God, breaking the world record, the worst time ever, I was so sad that I found a book to read aimlessly. When I saw an article called Family April Fool's Day, I couldn't help laughing. My heart relaxed a lot, as if nothing could stop me from finding my own happiness in the sea of books.
Reading spreads the fragrance of the flower of happiness to my heart. In the process of reading, I will find many like-minded ideas, which will make me very happy.
There are many classic words in the book. I followed him and found that life was really simple. We don't need to worry or be sad, because happiness lies in your actions.
I read, I am happy. This is my motto to myself. I get pleasure from reading. There are also many typical examples in the book, urging us to rush forward. I wish I had many books. At that time, I can enjoy reading and get my happiness.
You can gain happiness in reading. As long as you are a person who loves reading, let the happiness of reading fill your side, just like a lyric, "Are you happy? I am very happy! "
Happy harvest
It rained today, so we went up the mountain to dig potatoes.
There are several peach trees on both sides of the road. Immature peaches are like shy little girls, hiding in green leaves, making me droop!
After listening to the teacher's explanation, we walked happily to the potato vine with bamboo sticks. I chose a potato vine, grabbed it with my left hand, twisted it a few times, lifted it gently, and stuck the bamboo stick in the soil with my right hand. Just as I was shoveling, someone shouted, "I shoveled!" " "I shoveled a Big Mac." I'm a little impatient, and I can't help but speed up a lot.
After a while, my bamboo stick touched a hard object, and I shoveled it several times, revealing the khaki color on the dark brown land. "potatoes!" I let out a cry and quickly shoveled it with a bamboo stick. "I see! I dug up a' super big MAC'! " I showed off my potatoes, and my classmates gave me envious eyes.
My confidence increased greatly and I dug a lot of potatoes. Our girl dug a pot full of potatoes.
We washed the potatoes and poured them into the cauldron. After about 20 minutes, a faint burning smell came to my face. The teacher put out the open flame and stewed for a few minutes. When the lid was opened, everyone scrambled for potatoes. "It smells good!" Everyone ate with relish.
"bumper harvest" is really a bumper harvest!
Happy harvest
Today is the fourth day of studying agriculture, and we are going to have a very interesting activity-digging sweet potatoes. Speaking of sweet potatoes, I usually like them best. I want to dig sweet potatoes now, so happy.
I took the bamboo stick, a tool for digging sweet potatoes, and started digging with everyone. In order to dig well, the farmer's uncle cut off all the leaves on the sweet potato, leaving only a little stem. I carefully looked at the roots and started my excavation. I clenched the bamboo pole and dug towards the trunk. I dug for a while and saw a big, red and wet sweet potato (part of it) in the soil.
Gradually, I quickly dug up the sweet potato. Suddenly, I saw a sweet potato next to me, and I quickly began to dig the one next to me. Digging and digging, I found 1, two. I became more and more excited and said to myself, "1, two, three, four, five, six." I saw six sweet potatoes strung in my hand. They are big and small, big like a big stone, small like a gourd, and small like a mini ginseng. You really can't tell without looking carefully. (Because sweet potatoes are covered with soil. )
After all the students had harvested the sweet potatoes, the teacher said, "Now, let's burn the dug sweet potatoes." When I heard this, I thought, "Is the sweet potato I dug different from the baked potato I bought, and does it taste the same?" I can't help feeling flattered. After I washed the sweet potato, I put it in a pot and added water. We are all surrounded.
When I'm bored, my mouth is watering. I vaguely smelled the sweet potato. The more I smell it, the more I want to eat it. I can't wait to open the lid at once. But without the teacher's order, we should all wait patiently. The students are talking noisily. This sweet potato is definitely the best in the world. The other one said, "This is red sweet potato, which is more delicious than ordinary sweet potato.
"It's time to boil!" The teacher said. We all washed our hands quickly and lined up. "The pot is boiling! Boiled! " We all cheered. Although the sweet potato just out of the pot was very hot, we didn't care much, so we quickly took one, exchanged it with our left and right hands and wolfed it down. Some students ate enough of one, and another one came. Some people have a left hand and a right hand, and they don't feel hot when they eat big. Some people eat sweet potatoes all over their faces, making their mouths full of sweet potatoes from Huang Chengcheng. We all laughed!
Although hard work, but can bring harvest, let me realize that labor is happy.