Motherly love is like the sea, and father's love is like a mountain. Parents' love for us cannot be destroyed even if the sky falls.
Mother's love is endless nagging; It's three meals a day for us; It is the act of covering the quilt for us who are sleeping; Yes ... But why do we seldom find such love? Maybe it's because these loves are tiny and have become a habit. This kind of love is like spring breeze, like sunshine, like autumn rain, like snowflakes. Motherly love is sweet.
Dad's love is endless work; It's the pocket money we have every day, but ... Father's love is like a mountain, a high mountain, which protects us from the strong cold. Father's love is heavy, implicit and deep.
I still remember one summer when I was five years old, my parents took me to the park. When I got off the bus, I trotted happily. My mother followed me closely, running and shouting: "Xinxin, run slowly, be careful, watch the road!" " But I was so happy that I just put my mother's words behind me. I accidentally tripped over a small stone and a dog chewed on the mud, rubbing my knee and bleeding. When my mother saw this, she ran to help me. However, my father grabbed my mother and said to her, "Don't help her, let her get up by herself." I stood up by myself and kept thinking: Dad is really bad.
Now I think I am very happy because I have parents who love me. The love of my parents is the source of my warmth.
this article is sincere. The composition describing the botanical garden is written according to the total score and overall structure.
First, make clear what you want to write, and then the beginning and end paragraphs echo each other. These two paragraphs should give a general summary of what you have written. The other parts are free to play, so be careful not to digress. . . The composition of Ruyi Park
Beautiful Aixi Park
Grade 4 | Landscape Description | 481 words
My hometown is Jiande, where there are grotesque Daciyan, beautiful Lingqi Cave and Qiandao Lake, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. However, my favorite is Aixi Park in Shou Chang.
On Sunday, my father took me to visit Aixi Park. The scenery in the park is really beautiful.
In spring, flowers bloom, grass sticks out from the ground, and willows on the roadside sprout. A breeze blew, and the willow shook its long braid and danced in the breeze, as if welcoming the arrival of spring. And some willows' braids are hung in the Aixi River, and the water surface is rippled layer by layer, which is very beautiful!
In summer, the flowers in Aixi Park have become more vivid, the floret has changed from a bud to a blooming flower, and the grass has become richer and more upright. Willow also looks more energetic like a new dress. People wear short sleeves and shorts and play happily on the fitness equipment. There are people swimming in the shallow part of the river, which is really a joy.
In autumn, the leaves on the trees turn yellow and slowly fall like butterflies. The grass is yellow and the flowers are withered, but this scene is still so beautiful.
In winter, the Aixi River next to Aixi Park also wears thick clothes like people. Animals are anxious to spend the winter! The row of trees by the roadside is still standing guard like soldiers. Snowflakes are fluttering, and people ski, have snowball fights and have fun in the park.
This is my favorite Aixi Park. After listening to my introduction, do you want to play in Shouchang Aixi Park? Let me welcome you on behalf of our beautiful Jiande!
This article comes from Lele class
2215
Comments by famous teachers
This is a narrative writing about scenery. The whole article is colorful and full of vitality. By describing the four seasons of Aixi Park: spring, summer, autumn and winter, the author expresses his love for Aixi Park. The use of metaphor and personification in this paper adds vividness and interest to the composition. Composition: write about a plant (write more than 1 words according to the total structure of the total score)
The body of cactus is like a piece of jade and a cute little hedgehog. Its whole body is covered with thorns like steel needles. Don't underestimate these thorns. This is a weapon it uses to defend itself and fight back! I was stabbed by it, and my mother was stabbed by it, which was very painful. My mother tried to throw it away many times, but I refused, because I have a special feeling for it. I love that cactus.
When spring comes, everything wakes up, and a small cactus is drilled on the cactus "mother". The small cactus looks so weak and tender, as if a gust of wind can blow it away. And its "mother" is afraid that her children will be "bullied" by the cold wind in early spring, and always uses her body to block the cold wind, but the little cactus always climbs up. Finally, with the encouragement of Grandpa Chun Lei and the help of Sister Chun Yu, the little cactus overcomes many difficulties and grows up.
In late spring and early summer, the cactus grows buds. Oddly speaking, the cactus blooms in a "sequence", always two flowers bloom together, like a pair of twin sisters and a bow tied on the little girl's head. Cactus flowers are white and fragrant, like a beautiful fairy wearing a white dress, dancing gracefully on the jade stage, while emitting intoxicating fragrance from the dress.
Autumn, the harvest season, the cactus has grown up, and its use can be many! It can be cut into pieces and soaked into cool and delicious tea to quench your thirst. It's edible, it's nutritious, and it can be used as a bonsai ... It's endless, but the most surprising thing is that it can be boiled into a potion to cure diseases.
People love magnificent peonies and peonies, autumn chrysanthemums in various shapes, and sweet-scented osmanthus in ten miles ... But I love cactus with an unremarkable appearance, not only because of its appearance, but also because of its quality. Unforgettable classmate love composition 3 words according to the total score
photos will turn yellow because of the passage of time, letters will be lost because of the footsteps of years, and only memories treasured in the heart will be like wine, and the longer they are, the more mellow they will be. Every memory is a precious treasure worth cherishing in my heart, and I will take this treasure with me and walk through the long road of life.
when we step into the school, we go from a warm little family to an equally caring big family. All the people in this big family are classmates and friends who bear the burden of rain and wind. Everyone helps each other and learns from each other on the way to school. At this moment, my six-year primary school life has also entered the countdown. Looking at the eight characters on the blackboard in my class, "Thank you for unforgettable alma mater", the words "unforgettable classmates" suddenly flashed in my mind.
speaking of classmates, there is one thing that I remember vividly. It was a physical education class. When the class was over, the teacher let us move freely. Everyone dispersed in a hubbub and went to play separately, leaving me alone on the playground. I don't know if I provoked the stone, or if it deliberately opposed me and crossed the road in front of me. At that time, I was absent-minded, stepped on it, twisted my foot and fell a veritable "dog gnawing mud". Oh, my god, the scattered crowd just gathered at once, Oh my gad! God is going to kill me! I closed my eyes and waited for ridicule, but the expected spittle didn't come. I only felt my hands warm, and my classmates helped me up. Everyone told me with one voice to be careful in the future, pay attention to the ground and don't fall down again. Several enthusiastic female students also helped me clean the wound with water carefully. I don't know where to borrow a band-aid and carefully put it on for me. My classmates are so concerned about me that my eyes are red. They thought it hurt me and asked me if it hurt. I shook my head and fought back the tears that were about to burst out.
Although it has been a long time, my classmates' concern for me has been fixed in my mind. I will spend this unforgettable primary school life with this heavy love. Blink of an eye, six years have passed in a flash, and there are still a few months to go before I leave my alma mater, my teachers, the warm group of Class 3, Grade 6, and my classmates who have been with me for six years. When I think about this, my eyes can't help but get wet.
Parents' love composition 5 words (one thing)
"Grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, which gives me the courage to be myself. Grateful heart, thanks to fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish it. " This song makes me understand that without sunshine, there is no warmth; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves; Without affection, friendship and love, the world would be lonely and dark. In order to get rid of it, we need a grateful heart.
The fallen leaves hover in the air, composing a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun is floating in the blue sky, painting touching pictures, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that nurtured it. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship. Because gratitude makes us understand the true meaning of life.
From the first loud cry, the people we want to thank appeared one by one on our growing road, and we want to thank all the passers-by who have paid for us.
We want to thank our parents for their support along the way, our friends for accompanying us through the ups and downs, and our teachers for their inculcation. It is precisely because we have too many people to thank that we should silently bless all of them in our hearts. Whether you lose or have ...
Gratitude comes from the heart. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay us not only a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea. Do you send a cup of warm tea to your parents after they are tired, a homemade card to them on their birthdays, and a comforting word to them when they are lost? They have devoted their efforts and energy to us, but how can we remember their birthdays, feel their fatigue, and feel the wisps of silver and wrinkles? Gratitude requires you to feel and repay with your heart.
gratitude is respectful. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she saw her primary school teacher at the meeting and expressed her gratitude with a bunch of flowers. The great man * * * also sent a deep gratitude to the teacher during the festive season. Great men since ancient times all have a grateful heart. Gratitude doesn't need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a call and a little reward from you.
gratitude is meaningful. Love keeps the world spinning. Parents' efforts are far higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to open our mouths with food and reach out with clothes. It seems that there is another isolation zone, which makes us selfish, forgetting the efforts of our parents, forgetting the sound of happiness, and learning to appreciate others is a conscience and a filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.
Look at all the people around you with a grateful heart. Be grateful to the people who hurt you. They are the ones who have honed your will. Be grateful to the people who encourage you. They make you confident. Be grateful to the people who have given you knowledge, and they light up your way forward. Be grateful to the people who feed you, and they make you well-fed and well-fed. Be grateful to the people who helped you. They gave you the hope of rebirth. Be grateful to those who laugh at you. They inspire your self-esteem.
You will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution of your heart. Learning to be grateful will broaden our minds and make us enjoy life without distractions! Write the composition of the puppy according to the total score and in the order of the total score
My dog
My family has three puppies. The older one is called dog, and the two smaller ones are called black and yellow.
The dog has a pair of grape-like eyes, a circle of dark circles around the eyes, a pair of black furry ears, and a few big black spots on his back, which looks like a giant panda. It looks very cute. Black is similar to a dog. When they are together, others will ask, "Is black and black born by dogs?" I will smile and say, "Dogs are male dogs and won't have puppies."
Dogs are simple and honest. When they eat, dogs always stand quietly and watch the two puppies eat first. Only when the puppies are full will they eat. Black is smart and lively. As long as people come, it will bite its trouser legs behind, so it is often beaten. Yellow is very distinctive. His hair is very short and yellow like gold. His ears are big and long, and he walks unsteadily. People call it a foreigner when they see it. It's delicious and lazy. Every time he eats food, he will plump up his stomach, as if he were about to burst, and he can't even run, so he goes to bed after eating.
Every day when I walk in the door after school, all three dogs surround me, biting my trouser legs in black and yellow, skipping in front, as if welcoming me. I will laugh when I see this scene. The total score of writing a composition about fatherly love is 6 words
About my father, everything in my memory is related to his severity, and it is more appropriate to use the word "strict father" to describe it. My father's sternness is not only reflected in the way he taught me, but also everywhere in my life. However, from that day on, I saw the other side of my father, which also made me have a different understanding of my father again.
It was a quiet night, and the tired moonlight was lazily sprinkled on my desk. The stars had long since disappeared, the insects stopped chirping, and everything was sleepy. Night, surprisingly quiet. "Ah-choo!" I suddenly sneezed. Percussion-like noise bloomed in my room and rushed to the silent next door-my parents' room with lightning speed.
shortly after the sound died down here, there was a faint sound of rustling up over there. Then there was a rush of footsteps. 1 of "pa", the crack of the door squeezed into a light. After that, the door opened slowly, and a large piece of light broke into the room, so I had to cover my eyes. Dad crept to my bed and tucked me in. From beginning to end, he was like caring for seedlings in the soil, so light that I couldn't feel his existence.
the footsteps faded away, and I held back the light and poked my head out of the bed. In the dim light, I suddenly found that my father's skirts were shaking, and my heart seemed to be infected with the coolness. Then the light went out. But my nose didn't live up to expectations, and I felt a little itchy. The second sneeze wanted to join in the fun. I don't want to repeat the scene just now, so I have to carry out "breath-holding therapy", hold my nose hard and swallow a deep breath. Finally, this sneeze was stopped by me.
"Ah-choo", a loud noise broke the silence of the night again. This time, it was dad's sneeze. Although this matter has passed for a long time, my father's careful care for me makes me feel sweet and diligent every time I think of it. Let me know that my father loves me like a mountain and let me see the other side of my father. The composition Phoenix Mountain has a total score of 31 words.
If it is an essay (argumentative essay), it can be like this:
1. The beginning must be eye-catching, and it is best to be concise. You can use fixed sentence patterns (such as parallelism and personification), quote famous sayings, and compare others (if some people think so ... while others think so ...).