I like hot summer days, scorching the earth. In such a hot summer, I can eat popsicles and watermelon. The leaves on the tree are green, and enjoying the cool under the tree is enjoyment.
I like autumn fruits. Big and red apples, golden pears, sweet and sour grapes and big and red pomegranates all make my mouth water.
I like snowflakes in winter. When the snow fell to the ground, nothing could be seen.
But if it's goose feather and heavy snow, two or three centimeters or even more than ten centimeters of snow will accumulate on the ground, and it will creak when you step on it. The fluffy snowballs and crystal clear popsicles on the tree are like a white-haired old man.
I like the sea. I like beautiful waves; I like that broad mind, which connects our seven continents and never separates them.
I like peace. I like the battlefield without smoke. I no longer have the ambition to dominate the world. Let's live and work in peace and contentment.
I like reading books. I like those interesting fairy tales, such as the "Wolf" series written by Teacher Zheng.
I also like detective books, in which I can learn a lot. I also like sports, such as playing basketball, football and badminton.
Exercise can not only keep fit, but also relax and make me strong. I also like the moon in the sky.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is round, like a big disk, hanging high. The stars around it guard it like soldiers.
I like life, and I hope every child in the world will grow up happily. -500 words article 2: I like it. I like the energy of spring.
Tender green grass sticks out from the soft soil, and extremely tender green buds grow on the top of the tree. I like the "big green umbrellas" one after another in summer. They bring us a shade, so that we can enjoy playing, reading and playing chess carefree ... I like the fruitful autumn.
It smells like fruit. Look, the apple is as red as a shy little girl's face, and the persimmon proudly hangs on the branch like an orange lantern. I like the pink makeup and jade in winter. The earth is covered with a layer of white gauze, and the trees are no exception, wearing cotton-padded clothes covered with silver beads and shining with silver light.
I also like dreams, and I like the wonderful enjoyment in dreams. I often dream that I got my wish and became a fashion designer. I also dreamed that I won the first place in the class in the exam and was being praised by the teacher! I also like people, great or ordinary.
I like elegant dancers, singers with good voices and highly skilled painters. I also like selfless, interesting, strict and active teachers. I think their life belongs only to us students.
I also like reading. I can't control my love for books in the library. Books and "she" can make my brain smarter. Books and "she" can make my life brilliant, and books and "she" can also make me stand out. I like friends, I like to comfort me when I am bored and worried, and I especially like to sit together and exchange feelings.
..... I like everything, I like everything, I deeply like being filled with so many likes. -550 words, the third article: I like it. I like red plums in winter, and I am proud of ice and snow.
I like quietness and elegance, and I like the cold sunshine. I like to go for an outing in the suburbs, see the scene of melting snow and ice, see the buds of grass, fly in the sky like swallows, sing in the branches like birds ... I like the parks in summer, where all kinds of flowers are different in shape, just like a brocade, which makes me live in the sea of flowers.
I like to watch the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, pick up some beautiful bookmarks, put on my own clothes, race the fallen leaves in the rain in the autumn wind and dance with the autumn rain. I like traveling.
I have climbed countless peaks and crossed countless lakes. He broadened my horizons, enriched my knowledge, cultivated my sentiment, and let me appreciate different customs and cultures in different places. I like singing while walking, leaving my sadness halfway and going home happily.
I like my friends. I like to pat them on the shoulder when they are surprised. Before they could react, I had already run "thousands of miles away". I like life, and I like it deeply. My heart is full of so many likes.
-350 words article 4: I like it. I like the energy of spring. Tender green grass sticks out from the soft soil, and extremely tender green buds grow on the top of the tree.
I like the "big green umbrellas" one after another in summer. They bring us a shade, so that we can enjoy playing, reading and playing chess carefree ... I like the fruitful autumn. It smells like fruit. Look, the apple is as red as a shy little girl's face, and the persimmon proudly hangs on the branch like an orange lantern.
I like the pink makeup and jade in winter. The earth is covered with a layer of white gauze, and the trees are no exception, wearing cotton-padded clothes covered with silver beads and shining with silver light. I also like dreams, and I like the wonderful enjoyment in dreams.
I often dream that I got my wish and became a fashion designer. I also dreamed that I won the first place in the class in the exam and was being praised by the teacher! I also like people, great or ordinary. I like elegant dancers, singers with good voices and highly skilled painters.
I also like selfless, interesting, strict and active teachers. I think their life belongs only to us students. I also like reading. I can't control my love for books in the library. Books and "she" can make my brain smarter. Books and "she" can make my life brilliant, and books and "she" can also make me stand out.
I like friends, I like to comfort me when I am bored and worried, and I especially like to sit together and exchange feelings. ..... I like everything, I like everything, I deeply like being filled with so many likes.
-550 words fifth article: I like it. I like the Tieli Snow Mountain in Switzerland. The snow-capped mountains in the distance blend with the sky, and only a piece of silver can be seen.
I like fluffy snowballs and all kinds of ice cones. I like the endless prairie in Mongolia.
I went there quietly in the morning, and there was one left on the tip of the grass.
2. Ask to write a composition about 500 words about senior one, and choose a passage to imitate my life in senior one. Happy scenes in primary school life keep echoing in my mind.
Recalling those games of running, grabbing sandbags and throwing sandbags … However, all these are so beautiful in my naive eyes. However, the innocence of youth has long since slipped away unconsciously, and now there is only a little silence left for me.
Autumn leaves rustling, accompanied by bright sunshine, I entered this brand-new world. I thought there would be no more joy and freedom here, but since the initial military training, junior high school life has brought me infinite mystery and colorful charm.
"Stand at attention, look forward, look forward, be at ease ..." The whole military training was conducted in a serious atmosphere. In a flash, we seem to have taken off our childish coat and put on that maturity.
The boulder-like seven subjects made me breathless for a while. Just when I came to my senses, the alarm of failing the exam had already sounded in my mind.
From then on, I made up my mind that a small failure doesn't mean everything. I must redouble my efforts. Autumn is coming, don't let good grades be blown away by the wind with the fallen leaves. Middle school life, is it joy, sadness, excitement, or ... the feeling in my heart is always changing.
But one thing is the strongest, that is, change. I am not as naughty as before, because I am not as naive and lively as I was a child? Although the smile is still on the face, the ridiculous voice is obviously mixed with firmness. Perhaps when I was a child, I was slowly maturing, and the happiness scattered in previous lives was slowly condensed into fullness and beauty.
Graduated from primary school, although not as charming as the sunset glow, it is more unforgettable than the sunset glow. Similarly, the beginning of middle school, although not as gorgeous as Chaoyang, is also more exciting than Chaoyang.
On the first day of junior high school, my new life is serious, nervous and excited, cheerful and slightly shy. Just like a fresh morning, in vast expanse, there seems to be a hopeful light shining not far away.
3. My Childhood Imitation Composition 500 My Childhood, Volume 2, Grade 8
Childhood is like a golden field, filled with the joy of harvest, laughter and intoxicating fragrance.
Childhood memories are like golden ears of rice, so I will choose the most beautiful one to share with you.
I remember when I was a child, I went to menstruation's house. My aunt had a dog at that time. I often move it around with branches to tease the dog. Once, somehow, as soon as I approached, the dog barked, scaring me to sit on the ground and cry. Grandma heard this and ran to drive the dog away. "Let's go! Let's go You beast! " The dog barked even harder. Grandma kicked, but the dog bit her. Grandma still has scars on her legs that have been bitten by dogs.
I remember when I was in the first grade, I carried my newly bought schoolbag, used new stationery, looked at new books, made many friends, and started my study career with the teacher's smile.
The most unforgettable thing is a school relay race. My heart began to beat faster as soon as I played it. I am afraid that I will fall behind and the baton in my classmate's hand will approach me. I can't help sweating. It's my turn! I ran away with the baton, forgetting my opponent and myself. "hey!" I tripped over a stone and my hand was bleeding. My classmates are all sweating for me. I shook the soil and endured the pain. At this moment, I have been dumped by half and feel desperate, but when I think of the cheers of my classmates and the honor of Class 1, Grade 6, I feel strong, run fast again and finally cross the finish line.
Childhood is golden and beautiful. Childhood memories are embedded in my heart like pearls, and I will never forget them.
4. Find an essay of about 500 words. Life is alive, and it is sudden to rush by.
In a blink of an eye, I came to the classroom of grade three, and a burst of ignorance came to my mind. I can't say what it is. At first, children flocked to the cinema; At the beginning, the girls in Grade Two were laughing and laughing in the school corridor, and the boys in Grade Two were galloping happily on the playground.
And I, a junior three student, sitting in the isolated north building, buried in piles of handouts, can only feel bitter, jealous, envious and sad. I leave home with the stars and the moon every day, and I can't bear to dream of God every night. Every cup of coffee has the same feeling-bitter! I just want to say, "I really want to go back to my childhood!" " "In the third grade, I could only say goodbye to TV, computer and walkman. In the third grade, I could only say XIU LA with Contemporary Music and titan sports. On the third day, I can only play one game of volleyball and badminton; It's the third day. I already have papers and books, and everything else has nothing to do with me. Is it monotonous? I am speechless.
It's the third grade, and the exams every three to five give me a headache. It can be said that "three quizzes a day, one big exam every three days", which is really a magic weapon for teachers. Points, points and points are the lifeblood of students. " There are really "allusions"! Before the exam, I worked hard and huddled with the "difficult friends": during the exam, there was nothing but the rustling when writing; After the exam, my compatriots complained heavily: "I'm finished!" " ""I failed in the exam again! " "Our life is over!" "Oh, God, help me! "Just because we are grade three, this is the characteristic of our grade three life.
I don't know what the future road is. I wonder what it's like to be alive now. Is it bitter? I am speechless. Every day is surrounded by functions, ABC, even numbers, series and parallel, atoms and molecules, and defeated by "√", *,-1 "and" -3 ". It's a bit miserable, but I'm making progress unconsciously.
In fact, life in grade three is positive and interesting; Intense study and fierce competition are good opportunities for me to exercise. I want to say to myself: No matter how hard and tired I am, I will not shrink back, because after the storm, I will be greeted by a rainbow. Open the skylight and look at the starry sky. There are several stars in the dark sky. They are so shiny and charming.
It suddenly dawned on me: isn't that dark sky what life looks like in grade three, and aren't those shining stars the inner beauty of life? My heart is full of ideals. No matter what the future holds, I will never give up my struggle. The world will make me wander. When the flowers bloom, the leaves no longer fall; When the wind no longer brings chill, I will open my arms, fly my ideals, accumulate bits and pieces of the third grade, and say to people all over the world, "My future is not a dream!" " "My junior life" Author: Countercurrent _cz Time: 2006- 10-06 Status: [Original] Ordinary article hits: 362[ Collect this article] "Junior three! When you are another year old, you must study hard and make progress every day ... If you can't get into the top class of high school (local high schools are divided into ordinary classes and top classes), hum ... "-Mom said." You are a junior three student now, so be conscious. This is the most crucial year for your junior year. You should work hard ... "-Lao Ban said so." Grade three. Strive to achieve better results in the senior high school entrance examination. As big brothers and sisters, you must set a good example for junior high school students and students in Grade One and Grade Two ... "-The principal said at the morning meeting." Boy, it's the third grade, so you'll suffer! "-the brothers in high school said." Well, it's grade three, study hard! "-say it yourself." * * * (my name), did you do well in the math exam this time? 98, I'm only 90. Isn't that a little higher than me? "-the friend said." You are still a little lower than me, so I say your English is not as good as mine. Ha ha laugh ... "-Another friend said 7:30. Get up and read English! "-mom said." You are the hope of the whole family, so you must study hard. "-Aunt said." In this monthly exam, you must be in the top 25, or at least in the top 50, do you hear? Remember! "Mom added," I want to watch TV until you do well in the monthly exam. "-it's mom again." Son, if you are tired of studying, take a rest or watch TV for a while. "-Dad said again," If you don't review carefully, see what you do on your monthly exam. " Mom continued: Have you finished your homework? "-the classmate said on the phone." Why haven't you finished your homework? Do you still have time to review? "-mom still said." Alas! My third life. "-I said." My third life is not your third life, nor his third life, but mine; That is, it's not my junior high school life, nor my senior high school life, but my junior high school life ... "-The paragraph in the innovative composition of the junior high school edition says," I'm taller, I have more homework, less minor courses, and more major courses. I'm more tired, stressed and burdened, and my monthly exam is getting worse and worse. I got up early and went to bed late for a year.
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5. Ask for a composition of about 500 words, and choose a paragraph that imitates my senior one life.
Time flies, happy scenes in primary school life keep echoing in my mind. Recalling those games of running, grabbing sandbags and throwing sandbags … However, all these are so beautiful in my naive eyes. However, the innocence of youth has long since slipped away unconsciously, and now there is only a little silence left for me.
Autumn leaves rustling, accompanied by bright sunshine, I entered this brand-new world. I thought there would be no more joy and freedom here, but since the initial military training, junior high school life has brought me infinite mystery and colorful charm. "Stand at attention, look forward, look forward, be at ease ..." The whole military training was conducted in a serious atmosphere. In a flash, we seem to have taken off our childish coat and put on that maturity.
The boulder-like seven subjects made me breathless for a while. Just when I came to my senses, the alarm of failing the exam had already sounded in my mind. From then on, I made up my mind that a small failure doesn't mean everything. I must redouble my efforts. Autumn is coming, don't let good grades be blown away by the wind with the fallen leaves.
Middle school life, is it joy, sadness, excitement, or ... the feeling in my heart is always changing. But one thing is the strongest, that is, change. I am not as naughty as before, because I am not as naive and lively as I was a child? Although the smile is still on the face, the ridiculous voice is obviously mixed with firmness. Perhaps when I was a child, I was slowly maturing, and the happiness scattered in previous lives was slowly condensed into fullness and beauty.
Graduated from primary school, although not as charming as the sunset glow, it is more unforgettable than the sunset glow. Similarly, the beginning of middle school, although not as gorgeous as Chaoyang, is also more exciting than Chaoyang. On the first day of junior high school, my new life is serious, nervous and excited, cheerful and slightly shy. Just like a fresh morning, in the vastness, there seems to be a beam of hopeful light shining not far away. ...
6. Use 500 words to imitate visiting friends in the mountains and visiting friends in the garden.
When I walked out of the gate, I shook hands with the morning glow and touched my head. Early in the morning, so refreshing! I feel so refreshed in my heart!
Unconsciously came to the garden. Grandpa earthworm was my first friend to visit. Grandpa earthworm, how many years have you been working in wet soil? I don't know how many lives you have led to the light and made them thrive. You were the happiest at that time. I wonder if you are tired? I don't think you will be tired, because this is your choice with no regrets. You showed us an optimistic and unyielding soul.
Hello, Brother Tomato! You are wearing a red cotton gown. Have you dressed up for my arrival? Hello, radish sister! Are you hiding in the land and inviting me to play hide-and-seek with you? Hello, Mrs Cabbage! Will you wear a green skirt and a white skirt to dinner? Then let's go Don't be late! Hello, Brother Frog! Stare at bright eyes and want to catch more pests? No, you've done a lot of meritorious service. How many pests have died in your stomach? What! Do you want to stick to it and break your own record? All right! I won't bother you, come on! Hello! Aunt cabbage! You're great. Cabbage brothers are thriving in your arms. No matter the storm or the scorching sun, you never flinch. How selfless you are! Hey, brother ant! What are you up to? Oh? Is it going to rain? Thank you for reminding me, so hurry home!
Hardly had I reached the shade when it began to rain. Hello, Sister Raindrop! How cute you are! Oh? You mean let me go home? No, it's okay. It doesn't matter if I get caught in the rain. You'd better moisten Uncle Lu! He cracked his mouth.
It stopped. Several frogs croaked in the field, and a flock of returning geese swept through the clouds. I should go home, too. I shook my hand gently, with a good mood and a good memory, and brought back a touch of sunset red!
7. I urgently need a beautiful article, about 600 words, which is easy to imitate in junior high school. 1. The beautiful scenery of the lotus pond is the mature season of lotus, and the lotus in the field shines with golden light. Clusters of lotus flowers are blooming, some are in bud, and some are like a shy girl.
Full lotus is crowded with lotus fields, waiting for beautiful Hakka lotus pickers to pick them. On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian.
The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beautiful woman who has just taken a bath, moonlight, like running water, pours quietly on this leaf and flower.
A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong.
Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight passes through the treetops, and the bushes in the heights drop jagged and mottled shadows, just like ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous songs played by Van Gogh. What about water? It did not freeze, but steamed on the green duckweed. Seaweed is really green, and all the green stored all year round is taken out.
The clearer the sky, the greener the algae. With these green spirits, the water can't bear to freeze, and those skilled weeping willows have to take a picture in the water! Look, slowly rising from the clear river, the sky, mid-air and sky are so clear and blue from top to bottom, and the whole is an ethereal blue crystal. In this crystal, there are red roofs and yellow grass hills, like small gray shadows of flowers on the carpet; This is Jinan in winter.
2. I haven't heard of the rain in blue Yun Shenchu, but my sleeves cover my shadow. Today, there are many flowers and trees, but I'm worried about spring. Where dare Wen Chun go? Clouds worry and rain fall, flowers fall and sweet sleeves fall silently. Grateful heart and hypocrisy of human nature are no longer an incredible thing, but an imposing thing. People feel not only pain and joy, but even. Emotions are rules except special feelings. On the borderline of gain and loss, the confused mind is still dark, but the light shines indifferently. My heart is slowly drifting away, even all the broken pictures have become different light, my love is zero, and even all the pain should have different sweetness.
Forgetting * I finally know the time and speed of instant existence, and I have forgotten it before I can recall it. Last night's pain was particularly in my heart, but I forgot the root cause in the blink of an eye. I used to be afraid that there was something wrong with the strings of my memory, but I didn't know whether I was excited or sad. I dare not admit the forgotten fact, but even the pain of sadness and happiness, love and hate have long been forgotten. Forget it! Forgot! I just understand, everlasting, unforgettable, just fear of self-pity, how can I complain that the world is fickle, even if I forget it in an instant.
Without feeling, I forgot whether my thoughts are happy or sad, whether my memory should be forgotten or treasured, whether I should give up or expect pain or numbness. Which is more important, happiness or strength, whether loneliness and loneliness are equally beautiful, whether sadness and happiness have the same smile, whether I pay for it, and whether I even lose the battlefield.
Suddenly I feel that I have no center of gravity, and the numb machinery dominates my irrational body. I tried to make myself happy in the eyes of others, but I lost myself unconsciously. I'm afraid of being alone. I feel very tired and want to be quiet. I think everyone is born with their own mission, good and bad. I think my mission is accompanied by a beautiful soul. I guess I have no choice. Sometimes I feel that life is like a trip. Life is like a train. No one can choose the starting point. Home is there. The starting point is there. When I was young, I always looked forward to the outside world. This is novel. I've always hoped to see the outside world one day. Finally, one day I got on a train bound for a distant place, only to know how bad the scenery along the way was, but it was just the toner of the past. I'm looking for a small station where I can park. No matter whether this station is busy or cold, as long as it can contain all your good and bad, and make you let all your unhappy joys and sorrows come out in full bloom, that is a fortunate thing, but where it is is doubtful. I don't even know if there is a stop where you stop, and occasionally stop to rest, but in any case, a passer-by will never belong to that sky. Even if I stay somewhere for a long time occasionally, my wandering mood never stops. Sometimes I feel homesick. I think, when I saw the lamp among thousands of lights, all my sadness and sadness would become peaceful and warm, but when I got on that train, all my attachment to home turned into deep thoughts. I laugh at home when I am happy. When you are angry, you will lose your temper recklessly. More and more wandering lives will be carefully collected in your heart because of the loneliness that devours people's hearts, and you will become a kite line and tie it at home. No matter how far you want to fly, the line will be as long as you want, but you are still very careful to go forward for fear that your things will fall to the ground or break the line. When you think of yourself who was full of freshness at the beginning, you can only finally understand that the train has become a wandering point of no return at night when others can't see it.
The prosperity of the city masks the beauty of nature, and the noise and busyness of the city dilute the smile on people's faces. In my memory, I can't forget the beauty of those countryside. There are many weeds and many unknown wild flowers on both sides of the road, which is beyond my expectation. I think it is more pleasing to the eye than the urban flowers and plants that have been repaired in those cities. Maybe I am too attached to my hometown. I always feel that the sky in the city is too gloomy, and I can occasionally see the sky blue in my hometown here.
8. Ask for a narrative. At my repeated requests, my cousin had no choice but to follow me and take me to the park to learn to ride a bike. My cousin rode a bike on a meadow first, and then said to me, "Riding a bike is actually very simple. As long as you hold the handlebar and step on it, you have to overcome your fear, that's all. " You ride first, and I'll hold the back seat. "Great, I can finally learn to ride a bike. My heart is as sweet as honey. I held the handlebar and stepped on the cushion. My heart is beating like a rabbit. The handlebar sometimes turns left and sometimes right, as if I were not careful and would fall down. I tried my best to restrain my nervousness and calm myself down. After a while, I mastered the skill of balance. I thought to myself: it's too easy to ride a bike. My cousin let go of my hand when he saw that I rode so well. Accidentally, I fell down on all fours, and I stumbled and got up. I feel pain. As soon as I mentioned my trouser legs, I saw that I had scratched my skin. I really want to give up and don't want to learn. " Failure is the mother of success. Who learned to ride a bike without falling down? Is my cousin a deserter? I don't know such a cousin. "I'm not a deserter. "I'm angry. I don't allow others to laugh at me. I am determined to learn to ride a bike anyway. " Then you're not a deserter. Let me see. "Cousin said." You wait and see. "I shouted at my cousin. I patted the dust on my body, turned over and got on the bus. I bravely pushed forward and sat in the car. I really regret being so rude to my cousin. I blame myself for being too conceited. At this time, a small stone blocked the way, and I fell heavily to the ground again. But I stood up without hesitation, got on the bike and never dared to ride it carelessly again. After I fell down and got up again and again, it didn't take long for me to learn to ride a bike.
The moment I learned to ride a bike, I felt the sky was blue, the clouds were white and the grass was green. Now learning to ride a bike has become my proudest shining star.