I stood by the window alone and slowly opened it. Looking at the colorful world outside the window, feeling the fragrance brought by flowers, let the naughty wind kiss my face impudently.
Looking at the endless sky and the dancing butterfly in the blue sky, I seem to be one of them, free, carefree and happy in the sky, flapping its beautiful and colorful wings and shining under the sunshine.
Looking at the endless sky, watching the long clouds floating in the blue sky, imagining its endless changes. One minute it becomes a galloping horse, and the next minute it becomes soft cotton candy. Colorful, fantastic and interesting, let the viewers linger.
Looking up at the sky at that moment was beautiful and gorgeous. Charming blue sky, lively and lovely birds, petite and moving butterflies ... all these are like a beautiful picture scroll, which is not only moving, but also full of infinite vitality, making people completely fall in love with it at a glance-this beautiful scenery.
The blue sky is so clean! So pure! Oh! I really want to have a pair of wings to take me to the blue sky and enjoy the beauty of nature! Enjoy the elegance of nature! Looking at the blue sky, my mood unconsciously relaxed; Looking at the blue sky, my heart unconsciously flew there, flying in the clouds.
I stood quietly by the window, letting my thoughts wander and my fantasies fly for a long time. ...
Love is invisible, it needs to be felt with heart; Love is eternal and unforgettable; Love is great, it gives people infinite power. After learning all the texts in this unit, I feel a little reluctant to go. Every article is very touching, which reminds me of many things in the past and brings back warm memories in my heart.
Among many touching stories, I like the love of words in "Lace Jiaozi" best. The author's childhood love made me feel the same way. The mother's selfless love for her children, without asking for anything in return, made people deeply moved. Lace jiaozi is full of affection, which is the true feelings that blood is thicker than water! And the children repay their mother's love with a grateful heart, which makes the elderly mother very happy.
In my life, such maternal love can also be seen everywhere. My mother takes care of my diet every day and cares about my study in all aspects. When I was sick, my mother went to the hospital behind my back, took care of me, took medicine and injections, and never shouted tired. When she was sick, she insisted on sending me to school and dragging her weak body to cook for me. She only lies down and rests when I am at school. When it rains, no matter how heavy it is, my mother will give me an umbrella. When I walked out of the school gate and saw my wet mother, tears always filled my eyes. I wanted to say, "Mom, thank you!" " "
That kind of selfless maternal love, that kind of meticulous maternal love, has benefited many children a lot. I have nothing to return, only to study hard to return my mother's love for me.
I am a ruler, waiting to be sold in the shop. One day, a little boy dressed beautifully bought me.
At first, the little boy took me out to use it. He loved me very much. When I get a little dirty, he will help me clean it with a paper towel. He also used it carefully, trying not to let me hit it. When he was happy, he bought me some beautiful stickers. I think I am lucky to meet such a good host in junior high school. It's really my blessing.
As the days go by, I am not a brand-new person, and my master doesn't always take me to heart as before. Once again, the little master rushed out of the classroom and accidentally knocked me off the table, and I was broken. The young master came in from the outside and saw that I was broken, so he picked me up and threw me into the trash can, leaving me alone.
A cleaner came to take out the garbage and was about to take it out of the garbage truck when he suddenly found me-a broken ruler, which he thought was just right for his children. So he locked me up. When he came home from work, he cleaned the broken ruler, mended it with glue and gave me to his son.
Since then, I have a new little master. The young master took special care of me. No matter how old I am, I use it carefully every day for fear of damaging me. After using it, he carefully wrapped me in a piece of cloth and put it in the schoolbag. I like this little master.
I suppose everyone has seen The Journey to the West? Do you know the Monkey King? The Monkey King works miracles, he will come back to life! Although he looks like an elf, when he is serious, no one can match him.
Today is National Day. Mom and dad went out to see their grandparents, and there was no one at home. I picked up the book and read it. I was very excited when I read the most wonderful scene "Monkey King Thrice Defeats the Skeleton Demon". I've long heard that the Monkey King can identify shemale, and it really lives up to its reputation! I have always had a dream, that is, to ward off evil spirits and wander the Jianghu with the Monkey King. Suddenly someone knocked at the door. I didn't think it was the Monkey King. I am so excited.
After some discussion, it turned out that the Monkey King was sent by the Jade Emperor to recite a spell for me. On the first day, we practiced seventy-two changes. I became a kitten in the street and caught a thief who often stole other people's money. The next day, I learned to walk in the clouds, and then I can go to school by plane; On the third day, I learned the ability to distinguish between true and false; On the fourth day, the Monkey King and I saved people everywhere and did good deeds; On the fifth day, the Monkey King was leaving, and he specifically told me that learning magic is for saving lives for you, and never use magic to do bad things. Suddenly, I felt someone calling me, alas! It took me a long time to realize that I was dreaming.
The next morning, someone knocked at the door again. As soon as I opened the door, it was the Monkey King! I thought it was a dream, but I pinched myself and found it was true. ...
The sixth grade composition is 300 words. Remember that day? We walked hand in hand across a stream, and now we are going to break up in a hurry.
Step by step from an ignorant childhood into a confused world. Walking in the clear blue sky, the fragrance of flowers, the singing of birds and the smell that belongs to everyone.
I feel sorry for myself, cry for myself and be angry for myself.
I really don't know what friendship is. In this process, I seem to know more and know that I should cherish it more. The sunlight hit the mottled tree shadows and stung my eyes.
When drinking is a song, how can life be geometric? From the moment the petite body stepped into the school gate, it was doomed to be separated.
The day when I was carrying my schoolbag on my tender shoulder seemed like yesterday. The day of parting is too hasty.
Laughing and chatting, so doomed time?
Not reconciled? What's the use?
I can only wait quietly for flowers to bloom and fall, and flowers to bloom and fall.
Scenes flashed in my mind like slides, and the casual memories were so deep that it was difficult to give up. Has it just passed?
Reach out and look back. But I can't grasp the memory of the past, nor can I see the past, the past.
The sun is hanging in the sky, adding new life to the monotonous blue. It is round and hot, just like a face I have ever seen, which outlines the melody of life.
The sun will rise again and the days will pass by.
Five fingers closed, silently wishing to the sky, hold on, only a memory is left.
There are three puppies in my family. The white one is Xiaobai, the black one is Xiaohui, and the yellow one is Pang Hui. As the saying goes: the life of three women, our family is a play with three puppies. When three puppies are together, it is inevitable that there will be a fight. Look at that. Today, Xiaohui and Pang Hui started the "drama" again-Xiaohui jumped up and threw Pang Hui to the ground. When Pang Hui suddenly resisted, Xiaohui bounced over. Xiaohui seemed unwilling to fail, so she got up. The two dogs looked at each other for a long time, as if to say something malicious: I will win, and you will lose! Then, they threw themselves together, like two sumo wrestlers. Fat Hui made the action of "biting his leg", which scared Xiaohui not to move. Of course, in junior high school, Xiaohui is not far behind. He came up with a trick of "scratching his neck" to make Fat Hui curl up and roll. Suddenly, Pang Hui made a move of "dropping a thousand dollars" and knocked Xiaohui to the ground for several minutes. At this time, Xiaohui knew Fei Hui's "Achilles heel" and pressed her navel several times. Hey! That's really smart. It doesn't move. Originally, Fei Hui wanted to turn defeat into victory by pretending to be dead ... Alas, in the end, I called "Gee ..." several times, and both of them obediently ran to my side. Looks like I'm the real winner.
As long as we carefully observe some animals, we can also find pleasure from them as I do!
I remember that time I was on the grassland in Inner Mongolia and was attracted by countless beautiful and delicate flowers on the grassland.
In spring, florets are awakened by the spring rain like elves. They straightened their slender waist and unfolded their leaves: some small flowers inadvertently bloomed their beauty; Some small flowers are like babies who haven't woken up yet. They are in bud. How cute!
I looked at these petite flowers and an idea came to my mind-I want to plant a small flower myself! I dug a small pit about 5 mm deep with a shovel, then put the dark brown seeds in the pit, and then carefully piled the soil on the seeds. In order not to dry up the soil, I poured another bottle of water on the pit. I feel very happy after finishing these things. In my imagination, flowers are in full bloom, red, yellow, purple and white … I feel myself in a sea of flowers!
Happy times often pass quickly. I'm going back to Ningbo. But in my heart, I made an agreement with Xiaohua: I will definitely come back next spring to see what my little flowers look like.
A 300-word composition in grade six. 8 Mom, please forgive me. ...
You always tell me to read more popular science books, but the sets of scientific, healthy and happy enlightenment you bought me are all in their twenties, and I am under great pressure. I'm not happy that you bought so many books for me at once. I feel that the contents of those books are so boring. If you buy me a book like "We Love Science", I may read it consciously without your repeated reminder.
Also, why do I keep a diary every day when I watch TV dramas, and I only watch one episode? Whenever I ask you if you can watch another episode, you immediately get stern: "No!" At that time, I will feel that you are as cold as ice. Another time, I kept a diary. It was supposed to be my time to watch TV, but it happened that my computer broke down that day, so I didn't watch it. The next day, the computer was repaired. I suggested making up yesterday's TV series, but you asked me to write another diary for me to read today. I don't understand. Why? Why?
When I calmed down, I gradually understood your pains: you won't let me watch TV for a long time, because it's good for my eyes; You said I kept a diary and watched TV to exercise my writing ability. You bought me those science books to make me love science and learn more.
So mom, I didn't understand the real intention of your strict requirements on me before, but now I understand your painstaking efforts, and I want to say to you: mom-I love you!
The sixth grade composition is 300 words. 9 "Vivi, get up quickly, you will be late." Dad gave me a push, but I clung to my pink lace quilt and didn't want to get up. When my father saw that I couldn't scream, he used his magic weapon: "Mom is coming to sing!" " "I heard that, I immediately jumped out of bed and shouted," what? ！” Dad laughed when he saw me get up. Only when I saw this scene did I know that I had been cheated and suddenly collapsed on the bed.
Alas! Why does what dad said work so well? It's because my mother watched a singing contest on TV the other day and had to sign up. I discussed it with my father and stopped my mother. Why did my father and I do this? That's because my mother is tone deaf. How can I stop my mother from singing well and not showing herself? I'm proud to come back with the trophy, aren't I? But mom is really tone deaf, and she doesn't even realize it. She thinks she is a singer and wants to show her talent! Just because I didn't let her sign up, my mother decided to practice songs at home every day. Save your strength! No, my mother brightens her voice and expresses her feelings at noon every day. It's just that my father and I have to endure my mother's intonation every day, and we have to praise my mother for singing well with a smiling face!
My dear mother, when will you know that you are tone deaf?
Teacher's comment: The little author draws on life and describes the fact that his mother is tone-deaf smoothly and naturally. The humorous image of language makes mother's writing seem superior, and also expresses the author's true feelings and sublimates the theme.