The road is too noisy, and there is a harsh soprano on the radio. I refuse to miss the opportunity to read a book. Although I go to the roadside department store to help every day, I will read a book as long as I have time.
Today, the sun is very bright I sat in the shade of a tree, flipping through the fairy tale books on my knees. There is no intention of putting it down. Seemingly naive fairy tales, people can't put it down at first sight. Perhaps this is the reason why Andersen's fairy tales can be passed down through the ages! I don't know when the sunshine has climbed up my knee, maybe I want to share the happiness of reading with me! So I moved the book all over the country so that the sun could see him more clearly. At this time, I was addicted to this story again.
2. Write a 350-word composition by imitating anyone on the riverside street in childhood ink painting. Childhood is sometimes like a box of candy, and every candy in it is full of childhood memories.
In the morning, the sun is like a shy little girl, only showing a little white like a fish belly. The footsteps of spring have come quietly. Stepping on the warm spring breeze and feeling the beauty of spring, I hummed a tune and went to the back hill to catch fish. You see, on the mountain, Yaner flies back, birds are singing, flowers are in full bloom, peony powder is like Xia, roses are as white as jade, and Yingying Yanyan.
Beside Jingpingxi, weeping willows are swaying, green braids are floating on the lake, and the lake reflects its appearance. Ah, it takes the stream as a mirror and is dressing up! Flowers are blooming on the grass beside the stream, in bud, holding their heads high and holding their heads high. The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. Little bees are humming and dancing ... the mountain stream is dyed green by green grass, just like a calm and beautiful green jade belt, soft and elegant.
This picturesque scenery, I also want to be a swaying willow, a fragrant flower, and a passing spring breeze. Oh, I was fascinated by the beautiful scenery in front of me. All right, time to get down to business.
Look, I'm sitting by a clear stream with fishing gear. The little fish in the stream are really cute. Some are covered with golden coats, and some are as naked as little loach. Some small fish went there and turned black all over.
I was fascinated by it, as if I had become a small fish, playing in the water.
Rolling in the water for a while, swimming under the sand for a while, playing hide-and-seek with the children on the shore for a while, using lotus leaves as umbrellas for a while, and frogs as playmates for a while. I just sat quietly on the rock, motionless.
I seem to have merged into the beautiful mountain scenery. The tree dyed the stream green and the lake dyed my reflection green.
Green numbers, how interesting. Suddenly, the movement in my hand broke my meditation.
Ah, it's the fish! There must be a big guy taking the bait. I put it away carefully and manipulated it skillfully.
Maybe the fish tried to get rid of my hook and kept jumping and wagging its tail. The lake makes a "snapping" sound from time to time, splashing a lot of water. I waited until the fish was exhausted from the struggle and quickly pulled it ashore.
Wow, what a big guy. When I looked carefully, the fish gills trembled slightly in the golden sun, and the lake turned golden in the sun.
Suddenly a beautiful red dragonfly came, flying around on the water, and then landed naughtily on my fishing rod. "plop" 1, only heard a slight movement on the fishing rod, I immediately woke up and suddenly pulled up the fishing rod like lightning, oh! What a big carp! I was so happy that I almost lost all the trophies.
Finally caught a fat bass. I quickly put it in my little basket.
Where is spring, spring ... "On the way home, I hummed this ballad and walked home with cheerful steps.
3. Childhood ink painting is a childhood painting by the river, stream and street that imitates modern ink painting in China.
street
I can't hear the noise of traffic on the road.
It doesn't matter how loud the radio in the street is.
The pages turn gently on the knees,
There is an indelible smile on the corners of the mouth.
Sunlight spreads from toes to knees,
I also want to see Black Cyclone, Water War and White Stripes in the Waves.
Bian Xi
Weeping willows use the stream as a mirror to dress up,
The mountain stream is as calm as a green jade belt.
The figure was dyed green by the stream,
A red dragonfly is standing on the fishing rod.
Suddenly, with a bang, the figure was broken.
Fish and laughter are jumping on the grass.
On the river
Like a duck in the water,
Flap your wings and play with water.
A pair of small hands stirred the waves,
You make me laugh.
Which "water hyacinth" dives into the water,
When I came out of the water, there was only a splash.
Note: ① Zhang, the author of this article, made some changes in the selection of articles. The black whirlwind and white stripes in the waves are heroes in Water Margin. The black whirlwind is jy in Li Kui, and the white stripe in Langli is Zhang Shun, with good water quality.
4. Rewrite the childhood ink painting into a tea-like narrative teacher, such as China's unique ink painting, which is light and memorable, giving people a poetic feeling.
The color of tea is brown, not as bright as green leaves, but deeper. Holding a cup of fragrant tea in your hand, the fragrance of tea rises with the hot air, which is refreshing. I suddenly felt particularly moved. Teacher, this tea is like you.
You have been teaching me since the fifth grade. I heard that you are a famous teacher, famous for being strict and responsible, and I am very lucky to be your student.
Picked up the teacup and took a sip. Ah, it's hot! With boiling hot, a taste that has never been seen before also follows. Is it bitter? Is it astringent? I can't tell you what it smells like ... On the first day of your class, I was not only punished for irregular writing, but also made an "award-winning" speech. In the exercise book, someone made three mistakes or "A-", and when I made a mistake, it became "B+"; The composition was just regarded as a model essay, but when the notebook was handed to me, two words were added: "Rewrite".
Looking at your meticulous punctuation, I don't know whether to cry or laugh. You said you would treat everyone equally, and there was no difference between good and bad. However, I have been repeatedly discriminated against by you. From words, phrases and sentences to reading and composition, your requirements are too strict, which makes me lose and type again and again, which is quite tempered.
Another time, it was obviously my classmate who pulled my pigtails and fouled me first. I've always been an offender, and I'll make it worse ... You caught me and said it was my fault as a class cadre. As a result, I handed in 800 words of review. I remember the first time you praised me, which was the "classic" sentence: "Your comments are very innovative and give people a refreshing feeling."
The whole class burst into laughter. Even now, "writing the review as a model essay" is still a joke of girlfriends. Hey! I can't bear to look back. For me who is used to drinking milk and juice, the taste of this tea is not ordinary bitter! Raise your glass and have another drink.
Oh? ! The bitter taste of this tea. There is still a hint of sweetness hidden.
Taste slowly, unconsciously, taste a faint fragrance and taste different. "Ke Xinru, your letter."
When you handed me that big and thick envelope, teacher, I saw you, usually serious, but with a smile in your eyes; When I opened the sample magazine that published my composition, teacher, I found that you are actually happier than me; When I got the highest score in the exam and got the gold medal certificate, teacher, I finally understood the true meaning of what you said: "Jade is rough and jade is polished". Thanks to the teacher! Thanks to the teacher! With your guidance, I believe I will walk better in the future.
Thousands of drinks in the world can't compare with the taste of tea. A toast to a cup of green tea! Teacher, this tea is like you.
5. Continue to write 400 words on the street with childhood ink painting.
Jingle after school,
Pack your schoolbag and go home.
The grass on the roadside nodded and smiled.
Flowers are in full bloom on the grass.
Running around one after another,
Jump with excitement.
Sweating or not,
Just chase it.
Enough dancing,
Tired of jumping,
Bang,
All fell on the soft grass.
Suddenly,
I saw those shining eyes,
Look at the snow-white clouds in the sky and blink.
At this time, it was quiet all around.
Suddenly,
There is another chat,
As it turns out,
Everyone is whispering to their neighbors.
library
Library,
A quiet place.
Read with your partner,
I only heard Xiao Lan screaming at the top of her lungs.
"You see you see, come and see,"
This book is really interesting!
At that time, everyone rushed over and met their heads.
Get together and watch.
Suddenly,
"Ha ha ha ....."
Some people,
Put your hands on your stomach and smile.
"Shh, shh, shh,"
The staff of the library quietly suggested: No.
We soon shut up when we laughed.
Laughing all the time,
Look for your favorite book.
I don't know where it is,
There was a silvery roar again. ...
6. Write a story of childhood ink painting street 100 flower.
The butterfly stopped on the green leaves and flapped its wings gently.
Dragonflies fly quietly in the sun.
Green grass covered the whole clearing,
Naughty children play with each other,
Laughter and laughter blend into the whole grass.
"Ha ha ha-"
"Ha ha ha-"
Rongshuxia
Water drops roll on the green lotus leaves,
Frogs croak rhythmically.
Clusters of branches and leaves cover banyan trees,
I want to taste the books under the tree.
I don't know if I'm in reality,
But indulge in a beautiful fairyland.
school
I can't hear birds singing on the branches.
It's just that the sound of reading spread all over the campus
The book flipped gently on the table,
Ink flowed slowly from the nib.
In front of the teacher, hands in the air.
I also want to speak my mind to the teacher.
7. Imitate the streets, streams and rivers in "Ink Painting of Childhood" and write a poem. The sky is blue and white clouds are floating.
Kites are swaying under white clouds, thin lines. Youyou, birds also join in the fun.
The school can't hear birds singing in the branches, but the sound of reading spreads all over the pages of the campus and gently turns the desks. Ink flowed slowly from the tip of the pen, and my little hand held high in front of the teacher, trying to tell the teacher how I felt. Butterflies among the flowers stop on the green leaves and flap their wings slightly, while dragonflies fly quietly in the sun. Green grass covered the whole clearing, and naughty children played with each other and laughed into the whole grass.
"Ha ha ha-""Ha ha ha-"The water drops under the banyan tree rolled on the green lotus leaf, and frogs croaked rhythmically. Clusters of branches and leaves are covered with banyan trees, and I want to taste the books under the tree.
I didn't know I was in reality, but I was intoxicated in a beautiful fairyland. Wow-childhood is like an ink painting, free and carefree.
I was intoxicated with it and wrote beautiful music. The sun tried to dissipate heat, and the green leaves complained that it was too hot. The sticky dough stuck to the top of the long wooden pole is slowly crawling towards the cicada that is wiping sweat.
Suddenly, a sound of flapping wings broke the quiet field. I heard the rapid and long cicada singing and the children's cheerful laughter.