Thinking about semi-propositional composition 1 Thinking about the starry sky, Na Pianhai.
I like the starry sky, Na Pianhai. Look at the sea on the fine sand. The morning breeze is refreshing and pleasant. Seafood into the nose, refreshing. The waves meet heaven and earth and roll and roll. That's awesome! Yes, this is my hometown-Hainan.
In the early morning, where the sea meets the sky, a little red light rises. It is hot, it is bright, it drives away the darkness, it brings light! The sea is sparkling, like a fish with golden scales, playing and frolicking on the sea. When I walked to the seaside, the seawater hit my instep, which was refreshing, but I couldn't stay. It always comes and goes. The sea has taken away the sand under your feet. Seeing the tumbling shells clearly enough, your heart will be very carefree.
At noon, the waves on the sea will be much smaller and the sea will be warm, but I think it has a special taste. Walking on the beach, the sand surface is very soft, and you can clearly see every tiny grain of sand.
I like the evening in Hainan best. The sea breeze is very refreshing, without the noise of a day by the sea. Walking by the sea is like being in another world: the sea is sweet, bitter and full of joy. It bears the dribs and drabs of my life and makes my growth full and happy.
Sometimes, in the busy study life, you should also learn to relax. Holidays, you might as well travel with your parents and come to Hainan. Taste the local customs and the infinite scenery of nature here.
The starry sky at night is full of yearning, which makes people yearn for freedom. Yang Wenfeng said: "A free heart is as important as the ability to think." In life, there must be something that will make us uneasy, but we must not be affected by it. Whenever I think of the starry sky and Na Pianhai, I feel that life is colorful, happy, full of hope and beauty!
I remember that persistence in life is a skill. It is as small as life and as big as one thing. As long as you persist in doing anything and are not afraid of failure, it will be different.
I remember that summer, I came to the foot of Mount Tai alone and looked up at the steps of 18 1827, which was creepy. The mountain road is rugged, hovering like a dragon on the mountain. I rubbed my hands and cheered myself up: "I must go to the top of the mountain!" " "At that moment, I immediately started my long journey.
Time flies, it's already scorching, and I just walked halfway up the mountain. I was panting, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance. The woods below are lush, and full of green is really a feast for the eyes, but this kind of exhausted energy can't go on. I conveniently took out a bottle of water from my bag and poured it directly into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt very tired, as if I had left it behind. I adjusted my clothes and continued to head for the top of the mountain. After a while, the feeling of fatigue and burning in the hot sun welled up in my mind, as if I had a lead block tied to my leg and couldn't move. I always think of playing games with the air conditioner on at home, but I am more looking forward to seeing how many people are still persisting and working hard for their goals. I took a sip of my chapped lips, held the railing beside me with one hand and walked forward step by step with the other hand on the trekking pole. I also read to myself from time to time: "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? If I don't insist, there will be no result. "
With such determination, I walked step by step to the last set. At this time, I am sweating like a pig, my clothes are like washed water, and my body is a little pale. Finally, I gritted my teeth and rushed forward step by step. What is ushered in is the cool breeze from joy. I walked to the side of the mountain and looked down at the beautiful scenery of Shandong below. It was beautiful.
Through this climb, I understand that persistence is a struggle when encountering difficulties, telling myself that I can overcome obstacles and finally usher in the joy of victory.
So is life. There are often some hardships on the road of life, which need to be persisted and overcome. As long as you are not afraid of failure, overcome it with failure and stick to your original beliefs and determination, you will do it differently.
I think of a jujube tree in front of my house. Every time the jujube tree bears fruit, the jujube is particularly eye-catching. In my opinion, it is like a drop of blood, which reminds me of that bright red scene.
It was a few years ago that my cousin came to my house for the summer vacation and took her snow-white pug Cher. Listen, Cher was followed by a little paparazzi. "ah! Cher is mom! " I cried in surprise. This flash, two weeks later, my cousin left, and I also left this little paparazzi under my pleading. It is as white and lovely as mother. That day, I was alone at home watching TV with the little paparazzi, and magic was being performed on TV. I was surprised, so I wanted to have a try. I have an appointment with some friends in the village. At that time, I was naive and didn't know the secret of magic. I learned to find an iron frame, held the paparazzi in my arms and said, "Don't be afraid, little paparazzi, I won't hurt you." I didn't hesitate to put it in the iron frame and cover it with a white cloth. I picked up a sharp stick and stuck it in without mercy. At the moment I inserted it, there was a scream from the iron frame, and then the white cloth turned red instantly. Suddenly, my friends realized something and ran away in panic. I'm at a loss and terrified. Slowly open a large piece of white cloth that has been dyed red. I was stunned by what I saw. The little paparazzi collapsed in the iron frame, and bright red blood was flowing around. I was shocked to see the red and white cloth and the little paparazzi lying in a pool of blood. The red in front of me is dazzling, and the pallor in my mind makes me numb. At that time, I didn't know where my feelings came from, but tears appeared in my eyes and fell on the dead little paparazzi.
For several days, I often recalled in my dreams and was often awakened by nightmares. That piece of red often flashes before my eyes. I silently, quietly. With tears in his eyes, he buried the dead little paparazzi under the jujube tree in front of the door and buried the bright red scene in his heart.
Now the jujube trees are blooming again, and the red, black and bloody dates remind me of the bright red scene.
I remember that my family used to have a very cute puppy with brown fur and white claws. My grandfather stole it from someone else's house. At first, it shivered as soon as it entered our house, and everyone was afraid when they saw it. But after a while, it was not afraid. When it saw me, it lay on my shoes, looked at me imploringly and asked me for sausages. My whole family loved it. I play with dogs all day, except at school, of course. Let's go out for a walk, don't say how happy we are! But one day, the puppy suddenly stopped eating sausages and lay on the ground, listless. We are all worried about the puppy. I didn't think sausages were fresh at first, so I went to the supermarket and bought a pack. When I got home, the puppy was still on the ground. I took out a sausage and put it in its mouth. But it still didn't move, and its mouth kept moaning. I went to the supermarket and bought a bag of dog food. When I got home, the puppy lying on the ground was gone. I asked my mother where the puppy went, and my mother said, The puppy is dying and my grandfather threw it on the road. I cried for the puppy. Running to the side of the road, the puppy was dying. I picked up the puppy and ran home crying. The puppy that was breathing just now has&; & Stop breathing! Don't! I cried and shouted, but the puppy could not live! I put the puppy in a box and buried it myself. Now when I think of the happy time of playing with the puppy, my mouth will involuntarily rise. However, the puppy left before I named it! I really want to go back and play with the puppy! At least let me help.
The puppy has & amp& amp then let the puppy leave & fourth grade of Shimao Experimental Primary School in Changshu City, Suzhou City, Jiangsu Province: David I.
I think of semi-proposition composition 5, a smile and a halo; A little encouragement, a little passion ...
Every time I think of that warm smile, I always feel grateful ripples in my heart. Is a seemingly insignificant smile, let me win the aura of success.
I still remember it was a moonlit night, near the end of the semester. I watched the relentless ticking of the second hand, and my heart was filled with an ignorant fear. I sat quietly in the soft light, and suddenly I couldn't help it anymore, leaving tears and soaking one tissue after another. This is, my mother walked into the room, saw my sad appearance, sighed lightly, touched my head and said, "Son, do your best!" " "I looked up gently and saw my mother's mouth smiling, obviously showing an encouragement. Mother's smile melted the fear in my heart. I stupidly watched my mother leave the room, dried her tears, picked up the book and reviewed it carefully. When I was sitting in the examination room, that smile always inspired me and made me break through one problem after another. When the results came out, I was so excited that I shed tears. ...
Time flies, and the years mercilessly wash away the memory, but whenever I think of that warm smile, my heart still can't be calm for a long time, thinking about that bunch of soft sunshine wrapped around my heart. ...
On the road of life, it is inevitable to encounter setbacks and blows, but in the face of bumps again and again, it is this smile that gives me courage and confidence. I no longer feel inferior, strive to break through difficulties, and finally get fruits with hard sweat, which makes me very happy. ...
This smile is as pure as crystal and as dazzling as diamond. in my heart forever is full of passion and courage.
The sun is soft and the breeze is cool. I sit quietly by the stream, the fallen leaves are floating in the embrace of the stream with hope, the willows are dressing confidently, and the flowers are emitting refreshing fragrance. But none of this can stop me from thinking. Occasionally, when I looked up, that smile reappeared in front of me.
I remembered the semi-propositional composition 6 that I have been looking for you, the wonderful language in my heart.
When I succeed, your applause cheers for me; When I fail, your call guides me forward; When I get lost, your voice shows me the way; On the road of life, even if there are many difficulties, as long as I think of you, my mood will not be bleak.
China people, whenever I think of you, I will feel the long and profound culture of China, and I will be proud of being a Chinese son and daughter; My life will be more colorful because of Chinese.
China people, you brought me into the world of poets. Let me feel Du Fu's "Where petals flow like tears, lonely birds sing their grief." Sense of hardship and patriotism; Wen Tianxiang: "No one has died in life since ancient times, and the heart of keeping Dan is a history book." Awesome and upright; Li Bai "Since God has given talents, let them be employed!"! The distribution of thousands of dollars is back. " My optimism and open-mindedness have deeply touched my heart and cultivated my spirit.
China people, whenever I think of you, I will be full of enthusiasm for you. You asked me to ask Li Qingzhao and Liu Yong out. It makes me feel "I'm afraid that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't carry much worry." Desolate, or give you the sadness of "Yang Liuan's dying moon". I can also cooperate with literary giants such as Su Shi and Xin Qiji, which makes me feel that "the mountain is rising." This is your romance, this is your wonderful, you make my life colorful.
Every time I think of you, I will sail in the ocean of famous books. Let me see the miraculous the Monkey King, resourceful Zhuge Liang, optimistic and strong Hawking, and let me feel the mystery of the famous works.
China people, your voice is everywhere in your life. When I am discouraged, you call me strong; When you are sad, you dry my tears. In class, it has become a routine for you to show your charm and learn Chinese. Thinking of you makes me feel warm.
Language, you are the spring breeze, blowing my fiery heart; You are a bright light, guiding me forward; You are like a pair of wings, take me to fly, fly to hope. Every time I think of you, the sunshine will stay in my heart forever.
I am thinking of semi-propositional composition 7. Looking around, the ground is covered with tender grass. As soon as the wind blows, it falls. On that track and field, it seems that an old man is walking slowly with grass on his back. I remembered the scenery.
It's early morning, and the fog hasn't dispersed yet. In order to satisfy my hunger, I went shopping in the supermarket alone. The road to the store is a narrow yellow road, so two people can't walk side by side. I was walking on a narrow road, and the wind was blowing wildly. The rice beside me rustled and the ears of grain sank, and I felt a little cold.
When I went to a full store and was about to go home, I was walking on the road when I suddenly saw an old man in rags coming towards me in the distance. I went back consciously, waiting for the old man to take his time. He came over with two bundles of straw on his shoulder. I looked at his wrinkled and vicissitudes face, and suddenly it touched his dry lips and said to me; "Son, you are so sensible. You made way for me a long time ago. You must be an excellent child. " I looked at him with a smile and said nothing, and my heart was full of joy. I will always remember his words.
I have been standing there, my eyes slowly following him, only to see him walk into a shabby thatched cottage. I haven't seen his relatives either.
Does he have no children? Why do you live here? Where does his food and clothing come from? I can't get answers to these questions.
Did his words reveal that he was crying without feelings? Revealed his anger at those heartless people?
His simple words, fearless words and deeds, shabby thatched cottage. Can be unforgettable.
He walked slowly, and the wind moved his clothes. He and the grass on the track and field form a beautiful scenic line.
At this moment, I am standing here again, and I think of that scenery, which has always been in my heart.
It was a Tuesday and I will never forget it.
When the doorbell rang, Mr. Chen walked to the door in three steps. She rushed into the classroom with the math test paper we just finished, and severely criticized the students with low scores. Then, teacher Chen turned to me and asked coldly, "Huang Yude, do you know that your score in this exam is 68?" "ah!" With amazing scores hovering in front of me, I feel a tragedy is about to happen. The sun turned black and grazed into a deep valley ... I was so scared that my hands and feet could not control my emotions. Tears of disappointment swirled in my eyes, and well-meaning warnings echoed in my mind. It was "Black Tuesday"!
My interest in mathematics has declined since that exam. It turns out that Yude Huang, once called a "mathematical genius" by his teacher, has dropped from 99 to 68, and he is a poor student.
I became depressed. Must I always be a poor student? At this time, I remembered Tagore's famous saying: If you cry because you missed the sun, you will also miss the stars. Thought of here, a wave of lofty sentiments germinated from my heart: I want to stand up! Although I didn't reach the standard in the first unit, it doesn't mean that I will be poor forever. I want to make dying math better again. I am waiting, waiting for the word "poor student" hovering in front of me to be pushed back by the ideal score. In the future, I will make my math progress together with Chinese and English.
In the future, I will summon up my confidence, ask my classmates for advice when I encounter problems that I can't, listen carefully in class and do my homework after class. I will use my practical actions to realize my math dream.
You should have guessed the result, right? In the second exam, my grades rose a lot. Since then, I have maintained a positive learning attitude.
If you cry when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
I think of many words in life, some of which are ugly, some are flattering, some are ... and the phrase "giving up is failure, persistence is success" has been echoing in my ears.
It was a cool autumn, and the hot maple leaves were blown off one after another, decorating the earth with colorful colors. The fruits harvested in the orchard also add a lot of colors to the earth, and people are enthusiastic.
This kind of weather also stimulated my desire to learn cycling. I confidently went downstairs to launch the brand-new bike and strode out, eager to ride it.
When I pushed it into the road, I thought: Can I still conquer this little bike? This is too simple, isn't it as easy as cutting melons and vegetables? But I knocked me down as soon as I got on the bus. It seems to say, "You can't ride a bike. Why did you touch me? " The angrier I am, the more unhappy I am when I wrestle, and I am still annoyed. So the more I wanted to conquer this wild horse, I slowly sat on it. It was relatively stable at first. But just as I was about to ride a bike, my feet suddenly went soft, and I fell down with the car and the people, which made me scream with pain. The original self-confidence disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by one after another, hoarse shouts and car noises again and again. I fell down and rode a horse, but I persisted. God didn't pity me. I fell heavily from the car again. It was a terrible fall. My knee was broken, blood came out, and tears rained down. I was a little discouraged and didn't want to ride any more, but the familiar sentence came to my mind: "Giving up is failure, and persistence is success." My confidence has doubled again. I am determined to ride well today and get up again and again after falling down again and again. I finally learned to ride a bike, and I jumped three feet for joy.
Through learning to ride a bike this time, I understand a truth: as long as you never give up and make unremitting efforts, there is nothing you can't overcome and nothing you can't learn. And the phrase "giving up is failure, persistence is success" will always inspire me and accompany me.
Thinking of the semi-propositional composition 10 in the evening, every household lights up their brightest lights. My family is no exception. Uncle, aunt, sister, brother, grandfather, father, mother and me. The Mid-Autumn Festival dinner is certainly more abundant, so my uncle cooked a lot, only what you didn't expect, and nothing you didn't expect. So, this meal can be described in one word-great!
It is natural to eat moon cakes on Mid-Autumn Festival. But we came a little late, and the good place to enjoy the moon has been "occupied" by others. So, we sat in a place where we couldn't see the "light" and enjoyed the round moon cakes. Sister and brother chose egg yolk to eat. Even a child like me can only eat lotus seed paste.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are of course "light sticks" and "lanterns" in children's dictionaries. So my sister took out her long-cherished treasure. At the moment, I look up at the sky, but I still can't see the moon. I think of my brother. My brother is going to college this year. Because he is in Guangzhou, he won't come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year.
Seeing my sister playing, I recalled the Mid-Autumn Festival with my brother when I was a child.
At that time, my brother saved the pocket money his father gave him in order to buy me a "light stick". I have five in my hand, and my brother has five. We dress up for each other, just like lighting a lamp for someone. My brother gave me his glow stick, and I was particularly dazzling under the fluorescence.
Today, the moon is now at sea, and the horizon is at this time. But, man, you're out there alone.
The moon doesn't shine on me, so I want to shine on you to make you more radiant in the crowd. Become the brightest star.
I am thinking of a semi-propositional composition 1 1. People often say that fathers love mountains. What about maternal love? In my opinion, maternal love is nothing more than Fu's phrase "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently".
My mother's hands seem to have magic. Those clothes that I accidentally damaged were mended by my mother's hand, and there were no traces of damage. After sewing, my mother often said to me gently, "Look how naughty you are. The newly bought clothes have only been worn for a few days. " I always scratch my head shyly and say "I know, mom" with a smile.
Mom's hands are so hardworking. Every morning, my mother's figure is already busy in the kitchen. She gets up earlier than the sun every day, because before dawn, her mother dips her hands in the washing water. Every winter, her hands always become red and swollen because of the fatigue of work, but her mother seems indifferent and always does housework.
Mom's hands are rough. When I was a child, I always liked my mother to touch me because her hands were so smooth, but now, her hands have become a lot rougher. I like to hold my mother's hand and apply hand cream to her, but my mother always smiles and says, "silly child, no need." I always stubbornly say, "No, I have to put on more so that your hands will slip."
Now, I have grown up, and my mother's sideburns have also added a lot of moss. I know I should learn to endure. Mom and dad are no longer young. When I think of my parents, the melody of that song floats in my mind: Time flies slowly, don't let you get old, I am willing to exchange your years with me, am I your pride? Still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up! Thank you for accompanying me all the way. ...
I remembered the semi-propositional composition 12. Hey, do you remember the place where we first met? All I know is that you came to me in the morning light and mist. Yes, it froze in the morning light and fog. I only remember that you have short hair as handsome as me, and a bright smile blooms on your cheeks, revealing cute little tiger teeth and saying with a smile, "Give it to your friends!" " "
Hey, I can't help thinking about you. No matter how I tell myself it was once, I can't erase the brilliant memory you left in my mind. How many times have you put down your schoolbag, sat under the big tree that often passes by, and counted the footsteps of pedestrians with your head down? Unfortunately, there is no pace of your publicity. You walk too fast to stay, or you have never lived in the future.
Walking alone with head down, the shadow is also lonely. I didn't realize that tears had crossed my cheeks, and there were so many concerns in those crystal tears.
Whether you remember me or not, I just can't forget it. What I have experienced with you is an eternal existence engraved in my heart. They are tightly woven into a net, firmly tied with sadness. Is there a moment in your mind when we made a promise on Valentine's Day, and you said that Valentine's Day was not just for couples? There is such a string of words in my ear-God is above, the earth is below, and we all swear to be together for a lifetime and never let go of each other. Laughter like a silver bell, a flash.
Hey, where the hell are you? Hide and seek is not fun. Can I surrender? Unfortunately, no one answered me. I thought you said you could make anything except candy. Then I'll wrap all my secrets and thoughts in colored sugar and take them away when you come back.
Hey, I miss you.
Remembering the semi-propositional composition 13 the other day, when I was tidying up my room, I suddenly pulled out a box of cartoon VCD from the bookcase. The box is covered with dust, but the words "Haier brothers" on the box are still very eye-catching. The two little boys above are knowledgeable "Haier brothers".
This VCD was given to me by my mother on my sixth birthday. But at that time, I didn't like this VCD very much, so I threw it in the corner, because it was the time when the Japanese cartoon "Altman" swept through China, and children in kindergartens always received the cartoon VCD of "Altman" from their parents on their birthdays. But my mother seems to be deliberately sorry for me, not for what I like, but for this, which makes me feel unhappy on my birthday.
One day after graduating from primary school, I happened to see Haier brothers' box in the bookcase, so I watched the film with a try. Who knows, I was immediately attracted by the thrilling plot inside and was impressed by two brilliant Haier brothers. This domestic cartoon tells the story of Haier brothers' global adventure with an old man and two children. Many scientific knowledge, historical sites and customs are interspersed in the story from time to time. Reading stories and increasing your knowledge really kill two birds with one stone. From that day on, I realized that my mother bought me this film because she wanted me to be a good boy with the same wisdom as Haier. What a good intention!
From then on, I watched this cartoon at the speed of several episodes every day, and watched it again and again until I saw through it and fully understood its contents. Thanks to the Haier brothers. There is a common sense test, and there is a question in it: Please write two other wonders of the world besides the Great Wall. I remembered the two wonders of the world I saw in this movie, Stonehenge and the pyramids, so I filled them in. As a result, I was the only one who took the exam 100.
Looking back now, I seem really stupid. How can I get hooked on Altman? That kind of movie is boring and empty. Now I want to warn the children to watch more cartoons like Haier brothers with my practical experience, which will benefit you a lot! .
I am thinking of a semi-propositional composition 14. It's raining outside the window, and the hazy rain scene reminds me of that man. ...
On that sunny day, I came to play on a hill. The grass there, the wild flowers there, the blue sky and white clouds there and the clear spring there kept me wandering back and forth. Sometimes butterflies chase flowers, and sometimes bees are busy collecting honey, just like a touching landscape painting. but ...
In summer, God's face changed as he said, and soon it was cloudy and windy. I can't take care of the beauty of the scenery anymore and keep running down the hill. Bean-sized raindrops hit me, making people feel chilly.
The wind blows the small trees on the roadside, and the flowers wither and the smile on their faces is restrained. Suddenly, I no longer feel the rain hitting me. I look up, umbrella! Where did you buy the umbrella? Didn't it fall from the sky? I look back. Oh, it turned out to be a peasant girl. She is only in her teens, not much younger than me. A red face, with a sweet smile, holding a basket in his hand, as if he had finished his farm work and went down the mountain. "Thank you, little sister." You're welcome. Go ahead, sister. Go to my house to shelter from the rain. "I replied, following my little sister down the mountain.
We came to this farmhouse. The small mountain village in the rain is so quiet and harmonious; The scenery in the rain presents a hazy beauty. When my little sister put down the basket, I found that half of her body had been wet by the rain, and I felt an indescribable gratitude in my heart.
The mountain village in the rain is so beautiful.
It cleared up, and I left the small mountain village. My little sister was carrying a basket on her shoulder to do farm work. ...
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Outside the window, the rain is still falling, which seems to reveal the sweet smile of the little girl, and the dripping rain seems to bring the simple local accent of Miss Sister. In the rain, my sister's rosy face, umbrella and basket are still so clear. In the rain, there is a hazy beauty, an unspeakable beauty, a simple beauty, a kind beauty ... The rain outside the window is dripping, and the hazy rain scene reminds me of that person. ...
I think of my childhood. I have only one life, and for me, childhood has become a permanent memory.
Childhood is happy.
I still remember that time, in the spring of March, the sun was shining, and my brothers and sisters went to fly kites on the grassy hillside. The breath of spring permeates the whole earth, and even the whole person seems to sprout.
We let one person lead the kite and the other person run happily with the string. Maybe I'm too young to run with the wind all the time, and I don't know if I don't know how to let go, or I hope that little kite can take me to the sky?
Although my brother scolded me many times, I still smiled and seemed to be carried away by happiness. Finally, the kite was put in the sky by us, and we ran happily and laughed.
Tired, we lie on the grass and look at the sky to tell others our greatest ideal. Although I didn't speak. But silly, I still grin and express my happiness.
Childhood is also accompanied by sadness.
When I was a child, I had the best relationship with my grandfather. He told me stories, took me to pick lychees and went to see the white butterflies in the field with me. However, it was my grandfather who left me for the first time. When he was lying in bed dying, the adults at home surrounded him. I felt something was wrong at that time. Finally, when grandpa was lying in bed and couldn't wake up, I was so scared that I burst into tears. That's the saddest thing in my memory.
But children are children, and a few days after grandpa died, I cried out for grandpa every day. But after a while, new playmates will erase my sadness and thoughts for me. But I clearly feel that no matter how long, a trace of sadness in my heart can never be erased.
How can life be smooth sailing and happy forever? Even a carefree childhood can bring sadness. However, how can we mature without painful experience?
Let's keep that pure and unique childhood in our hearts forever.