Summer is naughty, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy. It is very hot in summer. The scorching sun scorched the earth, which seemed to be covered by a huge steamer, making people breathless. Because of this, children often play in the river.
One day, when I was passing by the river, I saw several pupils playing in the rushing river. "Plop, plop" Some children flew into the river in the air and dived into the water for a long time before they surfaced. Some children are playing diving games in the water. Like a loach, he dived into the water at once, and then a little wet head appeared not far away. There are also children who touch fish and shrimp and fight for water in groups of three or five. Are you happy? They have been completely immersed in fun and put their personal safety at risk. Watching them play ball, I really sweated for them. How dangerous! They are all primary school students, not accompanied by an adult. And recently, people often fish for sand in the river, and there are bunkers of different sizes in the water. There are eddies in some places.
The other day, I heard from my mother that a second-grade student in a nearby primary school went swimming alone and drowned. It's a pity that the 8-year-old child inadvertently ended his wonderful childhood and buried the joy that should belong to himself and his family. But people can't come back from the dead, and it's too late to regret it. Left too many sighs for future generations: if you don't go swimming, you won't die; If he had brought a swimming ring, he wouldn't have died; If he swims with adults, he won't die; If someone stopped him from swimming, he wouldn't die. ...
Thinking of this, I immediately went up to them and said, "Children, it's too dangerous for you to play in the river like this. Hurry home." My teacher has repeatedly stressed that you are not allowed to swim alone or without an adult-I believe your teacher and parents have told you the same thing. "When the children heard this, their faces turned red and they said that they had slipped out for a swim-I said," How dangerous it is! Don't do it again, don't make fun of your own life. "The children listened to my words and picked up their clothes and walked home.
Seeing what the children have done, I am very happy with what I have done today. I can't help but sigh that in today's society, everyone puts safety first and our society will become more harmonious.
2. Imitate the form of the title of "Dongyang Childhood Camel Team" and write a childhood composition: childhood friends in summer.
Summer is coming again. Whenever I think back to the summer I spent in the countryside when I was a child, I feel that summer has brought us so much happiness.
My hometown is a small water town in northern Jiangsu, and the Rose River flows quietly beside my home. There, I had a wonderful childhood. In summer, that river is a paradise and paradise for children. Early in the morning, we went to the river to wash our faces and brush our teeth. The clear river reflects our naughty figure. Standing at the water's edge of the river wharf, small fish come to bite your feet from time to time, which is itchy and comfortable. I don't want to leave after washing my face. Sometimes it's my brother, sometimes it's another little friend. They play with small fish wrapped in bath towels. Most of the time is empty, but when I catch one or two small fish, I will be in high spirits for a while. If you get a shrimp once in a while, put it in your mouth and chew it immediately. Regardless of the fishy smell in my mouth, I said to myself, "Eat crabs raw and shrimps alive. It is delicious. It's really delicious. " The greatest pleasure is swimming in the river and having a water fight. Children in the country feel at home in the water, which is not strange at all. As soon as you jump into the water, you play with each other. Those who are relatively watery, motionless floating on the water, quietly looking at the white clouds in the sky. What's more, one or two excellent swimmers plunged into it, and when they came out of the water again, a small black dot-shaped head was exposed on the water dozens of meters away. Just as a transport fleet passed by, we grabbed the cushion beside the boat and swam upstream or downstream. The river washes our bodies and splashes. When I was happy, I jumped on the boat, stood by the boat and fluttered in the wind, listening to the shouts and reprimands of the boatman. If a boatman really comes running, we will splash into the water, as if there is nothing more enjoyable in the world.
In summer, reeds have become another good place for us. At this time, reeds are growing wildly, like a young man whose body has just begun to develop, his head is constantly raised, the color of reed leaves gradually changes from shallow to deep, and his bones become tough. The breeze blew, and it swayed affectionately. If there is a strong wind, the endless reeds are like endless green waves, and you will hear the rustling sound. The water in the swing is shallow and clear, and you can see small fish and shrimp from time to time. My little friend and I jumped into the cool water and fought wildly. Unconsciously, the sun has set in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun makes the reeds glow with golden light. By the reed, from time to time came the songs of various waterfowl, which were crisp and pleasant. Suddenly I heard the cry of "Quack ...". It turned out that a group of wild ducks were flying in the air, swinging around the reed like guards. Until now, the reed flowers in my hometown are still floating in my heart.
The children in the water town have been fishing and touching shrimp all summer. Zhang fish is a common method used by several of our friends. It's a bit like Jiang Taigong fishing-he who wants to take the bait. There are more than a dozen hooks hanging on a long fishing line. The bait on the hook is earthworm. The first night, I sank it into the river and waited for the fish to bite. Come to pick up the thread early the next morning. If the line is heavy, even if you have the strength to struggle, there will be big fish. My favorite method is fishing. Come to the river, find a shady place, sprinkle bait, or sit or stand, keep your eyes on the floats on the river, and if the floats sink, start the pole decisively. If the float does not move, wait patiently. While paying attention to the float, relax and let go of other thoughts. I learned what patience, carefulness and decisiveness are in fishing, and this character still affects me when I grow up. No wonder our childhood hobby has now become an elegant sport for people.
In the summer of childhood, the most unforgettable thing is to watch open-air movies. Movies in rural market towns are mostly shown on the playground of primary schools. At that time, cultural life was poor, and I heard that watching movies was as happy as Chinese New Year. People eat dinner early, move a wooden stool and sit in front of the projector on a first-come-first-served basis. As night fell and the screening began, the boiling crowd immediately quieted down and everyone watched the film with rapt attention. I just couldn't understand why there were so many people and things on the white cloth supported by two wooden sticks after the two big wheels of the projector turned when I was a child, so I squeezed into the projector and took a look. I really couldn't understand it, so I ran across the screen to see what was going on. I didn't know until I got to the opposite side that everything was the same except the opposite direction.
The summer of childhood is beautiful, and that kind of beauty is unforgettable so far. Today's children grew up in the jungle of reinforced concrete, and the happiness of our generation in childhood and summer may never be available to them again. For children, the blue sky, the clear river, the creatures in nature and the space for unrestrained play may be more important than various cram schools such as piano, computer and painting. Whenever I recall the summer of my childhood, I can't help feeling these feelings.
3. Growing Up in Summer imitates the composition. The winter morning is not very comfortable. The air is very cold, and the wall beside the bed is like a big ice cube. I just climbed out of the warm bed and was awakened by the biting air. Winter mornings are really uncomfortable.
At noon, the sun completely awakened the earth. The sunshine in winter can be described as comfortable and soft. No wonder some people say, "Motherly love is the sunshine in winter." But vast tracts of land were thrown on the ground, dazzling. Some people can't stand that kind of bright light, and even hate it. Sun said, "I want * * *. I just want to be so aboveboard. What the fuck do you care? "
People often compare the appearance of the sun with that of the moon. In fact, the sun is better in winter. Its selfless light and heat shine on trees, houses, the earth and people's smiling faces.
In the winter sunshine, the quietest is the small flowers and grass. They are in groups, clumps, clusters, together, swaying in the wind, and avoiding each other, spending the winter silently.
Of course, bougainvillea in winter is also decorated with this kind of small flowers and grass. Bougainvillea is not too tall, but it can be full of branches. Three pink petals with three yellow filaments hidden inside. Pieces, covering all the green leaves on the branches.
When the moon comes out, the world is quiet. There was no sound except that the west wind rustled the vegetation. Compared with cicadas singing in summer, greenhouses that "keep out the cold wind" in winter are warmer.
This is a good time for families to get together for dinner. Sitting around the fire, whether eating noodles, glutinous rice balls or a bowl of hot soup, the cold will be dispelled and the body will warm up to the heart.
Winter goes and spring comes, and time flies. Winter is almost over, leaving only the aftertaste of winter and the expectation for the next winter.
4. Imitate the summer melody and write a composition. In the spring of my childhood, the figure of our little friend became a landscape in my heart.
After the new year, the spring girl came to the wind and sprinkled green and flowers all over the world. Spring has come, everything is revived and full of vitality, piecing together my fragmentary memories.
On a sunny day, everything began to sprout. In spring, the grass slowly pokes its head out, and the branches and leaves on the tree begin to sprout, and the buds are in bud. When I closed my eyes, I saw a lush scene: lush trees, patches of green grass, blossoming flowers and swarms of bees buzzing.
In spring, I came here with my children. It's not far from our home, just at the foot of the mountain in front of our home. There are grasslands, rivers, trees and flowers. We are lying on the grass, and the fragrance of flowers, grass and earth is mixed together, giving the nose a wonderful feeling. Green is the main color of spring, with various colors, such as aqua green, emerald green, oil green and light green. The newly sprouted buds are still green with yellow, and the flowers in spring are delicate, not to mention colorful, all pink, white and pink. Standing on the highland, the grass "grows higher and higher", and there is a feeling of surging. It seems that there are various colors of "fish" swimming around in the green waves. I don't know what that "fish" is.
The friends built a machine city with building blocks. A child said, "If only we could live in it."
I said, "Yes, I will be an engineer and build a house like this for you to live in." After listening to my words, my friends are of course very happy. A child said, "I want to build a house where there will always be spring, green grass, red flowers and butterflies, which is much better than your house."
In spring, our spring dreams, like birds, fly in this blooming grassland, and our naive fantasies and pure friendship will stay there forever. We always believe that nothing is unexpected, only impossible.
The fragrance of flowers, the green grass, the tall and straight trees, and the laughter of hee hee, we will hide the beauty and kindness of this scene in the depths of our hearts. Now, the flowers I can still smell and the laughter I can still hear are stirring my heart wonderfully. Looking back on all that, it is so natural, as if there is nothing outside the heart, and everything except spring has nothing to do with us.
How romantic the spring was when I was a child, but I bid farewell to my childhood in a hurry, leaving only fragrant memories. How I want to go back to my childhood, play with my friends and chat carefree.
The spring of childhood has evolved into a landscape left in my heart, which will spread spring and laughter all the way in my future journey.
The light green camphor floating outside the window shows the green summer in my eyes. -inscription
The camphor tree at the door has been dyed green in my eyes for summer after summer. I always lean on it affectionately, as if I could recall all my childhood memories.
Summer, such a dazzling season.
The appearance of childhood summer is a vast dark twilight, dotted with thousands of stars.
I remember when night fell, I leaned against the camphor tree and smelled a faint fragrance, so I saw the grand and bright Milky Way for the first time. That tiny light, surrounded by countless Guanghua flowers, blooms at night, making me feel boundless vastness and vastness. The night sky is like a gorgeous and dazzling brocade robe, belonging to the mysterious summer. A touch of shining brilliance instantly brightened my eyes. My mother sat under the tree, hugged me and told me one fairy tale after another in a gentle voice. Childhood memories are so pure.
Childhood summer looks like a cold rain, jumping with countless raindrops.
I stood at the door, looking at the Cinnamomum camphora wet by rain in the distance, and countless transparent raindrops splashed silently between the green waves. Raindrops are obliquely intertwined, like light feathers falling from the sky, falling silently. It is annihilated in small puddles, with faint ripples and bubbles. The rain curtain is like a misty silk scarf, as if it appeared in summer. My father opened his umbrella and stood beside me with a smile. The umbrella covered me tightly, and my father's thick palm caressed my hair affectionately.
The appearance of childhood summer is a warm and peaceful afternoon, with golden sunshine floating.
I sat cross-legged and ate watermelon leisurely. At this time, the sun shines obliquely from the small window, forming a brilliant light and shadow. Camphor tree sleeps quietly in the sun, so bright and quiet. Grandma is old-fashioned and kind as a shallow cloud in the sky. He told me his past memories, so vivid and calm. The bright sunshine jumped on the paper as if it appeared in summer.
Beautiful camphor, so green, dyed the memory of summer and unfolded the memory there. The appearance of childhood summer, starlight, rain color and brilliance. There are also camphor trees floating in summer ... I like camphor trees very much. They not only have a faint fragrance, but also can prevent insects. But what we didn't have there, the willow tree was replaced by camphor tree, so I was addicted to my composition.
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Childhood singer: Tayu Lo
Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer.
On the swing beside the grass, only butterflies stop on it.
The teacher's chalk is still chattering on the blackboard.
Waiting for class, waiting for school, waiting for childhood games.
There is everything in the welfare society, except that there is not a dime in the pocket.
Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party, who grabbed the sword?
Why haven't the girls in the next class passed my window yet?
Snacks in my mouth, cartoons in my hand, my first childhood.
I always wait until I go to bed to know that I have only done a little homework.
I always wait until I finish the exam to know that I haven't finished all the books I should read.
An inch of time is an inch of gold. The teacher said that an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.
Day after day, year after year, a daze childhood.
No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain.
No one can tell me whether there are immortals living in the mountains.
How many ordinary memories always stare at the sky alone?
So curious, so fantasizing about such a lonely childhood.
Dragonflies fly over the green rice fields in the sun.
Neither watercolor crayons nor kaleidoscopes can draw a rainbow on the horizon.
When can I have a face as mature and grown up as my seniors?
Looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growth.
Day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up.