1 My mother is very distinctive. Let me tell you something.
Feature 1: clairvoyance
One day, when I was doing my homework, I suddenly remembered that there was another extra-curricular book to read, so I picked it up and read it. "Stop reading and do your homework carefully." As soon as I heard this, I immediately fainted. You know, my mother's room is separated from mine by a living room. Don't you think this is a foresight?
Feature 2: windward ears
Once, I had nothing to do and my mother was cleaning, so I turned on the TV. In order not to be heard, I turned my voice to 3. "Zhang Zeyu, don't watch TV. I said, just look at it and turn it up so loud to find a fight. " Nani? Why ... Mom is cleaning in the attic on the third floor, and I am in 1 building!
Feature 3: Sensitive nose
Eyes, ears, nose? It's for smelling, of course. I like eating very much. Once, when my mother was at work and I was alone at home, I took a pack of onion-flavored horns. After eating, I washed my hands and mouth and put the garbage bag at the bottom of the trash can. My mother came back and said, "My horns smell like horns, and they smell like leeks." Hearing this, I fainted. What kind of nose is this?
By the way, I'll tell you my mother's height. If she feels tall, stamp her feet.
Yes1590 mm.
In an instant, an earthquake of magnitude 6.3 occurred.
Every major festival or celebration, we can always see the solemn flag-raising ceremony on TV or major media; On Mondays, we always stand solemnly under the bright five-star red flag and watch it rise in Ran Ran against the rising sun in Ran Ran. Whenever we watch the five-star red flag flying in the wind, the magnificent and passionate March of the volunteers echoes in our ears, and the surging patriotic enthusiasm will ripple in our hearts. ...
I made an unforgettable flag-raising ceremony, which was also my first time to attend. It was Beijing in the winter of 20xx.
At that time, in my hazy memory, the sky was still gloomy. Facing the cold wind, my grandparents and I went to Beijing and walked to Tiananmen Square without hesitation.
Many people gathered in the square before the ceremony began. It's like a sea of people
After a while, the passionate music started, and I looked inside. A group of bosses in military uniforms came to the flag-raising platform. Grandpa looked at them tall and straight (well, I admit I'm brain-dead. ), I can't help feeling: "Although they are so arrogant, they are actually' three minutes on stage and ten years off stage'." I looked at my grandfather in unknown so. He bent down and said to me, "They, in order to develop a standard military posture, are willing to suffer hardships-you are not allowed to sleep with your neck upturned, your legs tied, and you can stick a stick in your back if your waist is not straight ... (Thanks for the workbook! ! ) "Grandpa is still telling his military story, and I have no intention to listen any more, laughing to myself. Looking back now, how hard their lives were!
As the sun rises, the bright five-star red flag also rises slowly. The patriotic feelings once again came to mind. Is there a story behind every flag that rises against the morning sun?
Sixth grade chronicle composition 3 is Chinese New Year! It's the New Year! I look forward to the Spring Festival every day. The old man came to us in high spirits in the New Year, and we all laughed.
During the Spring Festival, everyone took out the prepared fireworks and rushed to the window, eager to light the fuse. Ah. How beautiful! The flowers in the sky are blooming, and the sky is particularly dazzling. Streets and alleys have long been children's world.
Chinese New Year, I went to my grandparents' home early to pay a New Year call, and on the way with my big bags and small bags, I sent an auspicious word: Happy New Year to you! The blessing immediately warmed you, me and him.
Spring Festival is coming, and my pocket is full of lucky money. I walked down the street, looking at this and that, and I didn't know how to spend it. Oh, it suddenly occurred to me that I should buy some good books. Yes, you should also donate money, show love and help the poor for Project Hope. I hope those children can also carry new schoolbags and go to school happily.
It's Spring Festival now, and I'm one year older. The young tree is one year old and has added a ring of rings and some new leaves; The bird grows one year old, adds a layer of feathers and can sing dynamic songs; We are one year older, we are taller and fatter, we have gained a lot of knowledge, and we should be more sensible.
Ah, new year old man, thank you for bringing this joy. In this new year, I am proud of my achievements and what you are satisfied with. Trust me!
Today, there are some magicians in our class. They came to perform magic tricks for us and the students were very excited. The bell rang and everyone sat quietly in their seats, waiting for the performance to begin.
The magician first took out a few boards to spell out a "T" shape, and then asked three students to have a try. As a result, all three students couldn't spell well and ended in failure.
Then, the magician invited Wang Qing to choose. They stuffed the paper into their mouths and pulled it out bit by bit to see who finished it first. Halfway through the magician's speech, the toilet paper in his mouth suddenly turned into paper in his notebook. Then, something even more wonderful happened! The magician took out colorful paper tapes from his mouth, which instantly filled the classroom and were beautiful. At this point, the classroom seemed to explode and the screams continued.
The magician will teach us magic! He showed us a foreign short film first, and I held my breath and watched it carefully. Next, he put one end of the rubber band on two fingers and held the other end in the palm of his hand. When he blew with his mouth, the rubber band ran to his other fingers. Suddenly, applause thundered in the classroom. Some said, "There are more good gods than immortals." Some said, "Pediatrics, I can do it." Others said, "Okay, okay, I don't know how to expose it?" "I have seen him like this ..."
The magician saw that some people could not do it, so he gave a "mystery" on the sidewalk. He picked up the rubber band and said to us, "Look, we put the rubber band on two fingers, leaving a blank in the middle. When you hold it, put four fingers in it, blow it out, and the rubber band slips past, like this. " "Oh, I see!" The students said loudly.
This week, every afternoon, I will come to the quaint Wenzhou Intangible Heritage Museum, attend the summer camp of the Intangible Heritage School, and experience the culture of Wenzhou. Summer camp offers courses such as paper-cutting, rice carving, Ou kiln, facial makeup, corn husk making, etc. And the skills are taught by non-genetic inheritors in our city. Compared with the traditional training class, the handicraft class of this "non-legacy school" is much more interesting. There are more than 20 students in each class. Everyone listened carefully to the teacher's explanation, and every student was eager to try, which was very atmospheric.
There are three-dimensional paper-cuts, and this summer, let the palms open bright flowers; There are corn husks, clean corn husks, folded, crossed, folded and woven in the palm of your hand. Give a corn husk doll. Is it a lot like you when you were a child? Is this the beauty of life? There is a rice carving. When you rub it, a lifelike little dragon appears quietly. It looks like a lovely mascot with orange horns, small round eyes, small red nose and small white teeth.
But what I am most interested in is Facebook and Ou kiln techniques. In the Facebook class, the teacher patiently explained the essentials of painting: "When drawing Facebook, you should be symmetrical. First, fix a point, draw the outline of Facebook bit by bit with a pencil, and then draw it after symmetry. Which color occupies more area, draw which color first, then wipe the pen clean, and then draw another color ... "You see, after the teacher's explanation, the students began to operate one after another, but not for a while, it was on a white embryo. The teacher said that Facebook painting may not be based on pictures, so you can imagine for yourself and see who is more creative. I drew a yellow face, half by the picture, half by imagination, and the strokes were slow. Although the painting is not very good, it is very fulfilling. My mother also praised me for doing well. She couldn't help but take out her mobile phone and take a work photo for me, saying that she would send it to WeChat for everyone to see.
I like making Ou kiln best, and each person sends out a piece of mud, which is also unique to Wenzhou. It is not easy for everyone to make good use of this clay to make satisfactory pottery. The teacher asked us to rub the mud on our hands with some clean water until one finger can gently press it in. The purpose of this is to shape it more easily, not to break it. But the mud is too hard, and you won't listen to me. How should I rub it? How should I smash it? I've added water for a long time, but it's still a little hard. Maybe my strength is too small. My mother helped me rub it for a while, and it was a little soft. Tell me about the skills of kneading dough, and let me continue to knead. I rubbed it patiently and finally met the teacher's requirements. Then I lined up and came to the teacher's turntable, ready to shape. The teacher asked me to smash the clay in the center of the turntable, then the palm of my hand pressed down and the turntable began to rotate rapidly. The teacher holds my hand, with the thumb pressed down and the other hand shaping the shape. Blink of an eye, the pile of soft mud appeared magically like a small vase with lace! "Wow-"is really wonderful! Then I made two leaves and a small flower from the remaining soil to decorate the vase, and carved the pinyin abbreviation of "YYT" on the vase, and it was finished. The teacher said that now just put it in a cool place to dry.
After a short study and experience this week, I deeply felt the traditional culture of Wenzhou with my own hands, and also visited the intangible cultural heritage exhibition hall with great interest, and realized the intangible cultural heritage charm. I hope there will be more and more such summer camps, even on campus. Let us all inherit the intangible cultural heritage! This is also my dream!
Sixth grade notebook composition 6 "Mom! "Jade stood on her mother's tomb with tears in her eyes. "Elder sister, mom will come back? Is mother playing hide-and-seek with us, and now she is just sleeping? " My brother Yu Qi asked innocently. "Mom ... will never ... come back." My sister said to my brother sadly. My brother cried, but he just let the tears flow down slowly and didn't cry. "Do you miss that old woman? She is not worth it! " Dad dragged these two little guys home. "No, don't, I want my mother ..." This voice echoed throughout Lingshan ... At this time, my brother was only 5 years old and my sister was only 7 years old ... They lost the most important person ... What kind of pain will they face when they are so young?
In that accidental car accident, Ying Anyuduo and Ying An Yuqi lost their mothers, and they vowed to find the person behind the cruel killing of their mother. ...
It was my brother Yu Qi's 1 1 birthday, and my father granted him a wish. He said happily; "I want my mother to burn incense!" Dad's face immediately sank. "no!" "But we haven't burned incense for our mother for six years!" "I can't do it if I say no!" "But you promised me that this is the only wish you gave me." "I don't care whether you go or not!"
"Yes! Great! " My brother is very happy. "But the birthday girl can't burn incense for the dead, including her own relatives!" My sister said sadly, and my brother was also very sad. "Then ... you can replace me!" ""good! "
Sister went to Lingshan, burned incense and walked down the mountain. She was stopped by an old woman.
The old woman's face has some vicissitudes and kindness.
"son! Where are you going? "
"Old woman, I just burned incense for my mother and am going home!"
"Son, I can see from your appearance that you are unhappy, right!"
"Old woman, how do you know?"
"I have a key to happiness here, but I accidentally lost it. If you find it, this key to happiness is yours! "
What is happiness? Happiness is losing your favorite mother. What is happiness? Happiness is that dad drinks every day, and when he is drunk, he will pick us up and beat us when we are asleep. What is happiness? Happiness is everyone's cynicism. If so, I'd rather have no so-called happiness. ...
Her head swayed like a wave. "No, I don't want it!"
"Son, a person is inseparable from happiness. Life is more painful than death without happiness and happiness! Children find happiness that belongs to you! " Then he disappeared.
When she grew up, she and her brother established a company and lived a happy life. But she understands that the so-called happiness is not given by others, but created by herself.
At this time, Yuduo remembered the kind old man. She ran to Lingshan and found nothing. Everything is as usual, except her mother's grave. ...
In order to thank the kind-hearted old woman, she made a product advertisement with her own photos and posted a searching for you, asking everyone to help find the old woman, but no one has seen it. Although she won the prize of 1 10,000, she was indifferent. ...
In fact, she never thought that this kind old woman was her mother. ...
Her mother's soul is always by her side. ...
People say that the monkeys in Xixiangchi Scenic Area are like laity, and the monkeys in Yin Qing Pavilion are like robbers. This time, we came to Yin Qing Pavilion to experience the feeling of being robbed by robbers.
We came to Yin Qing Pavilion from Dong Lei. Early the next morning, everyone set off for the monkey area with great interest. We walked into the monkey area with excitement and fear. As soon as we stepped on the iron chain bridge, we saw an old green monkey with green eyes, big body and long hair. Ha ha! It turns out that the Monkey King is like this. How ugly! I secretly laughed in my heart. Sitting on the bridge, it looks around as if looking for something. Once a tourist passes by it, it will grin around the tourists, only to see that it either grabs the tourists' clothes with its hands or reaches into other people's bags to grab things, much like bandits on TV. This makes many tourists excited and frightened, and timid people can't help screaming, and some even cry.
Dad is no exception. He was careless, and a big bag of candy and chocolate in his coat pocket was washed white. A little monkey with blue eyes, with two evil bags in his mouth, ran to the tourists and watched them squeak, as if to say to them, "Give me something to eat!" " I'm hungry! Oh, my god "There are many tourists feeding it, as if they understand what it is saying.
We walked on, and I was surprised to find that about 90% of the tourists were in hands in the air, made a "surrender" gesture to the monkeys and walked slowly forward. It turns out that this is to tell the monkeys: I have nothing to eat here, so don't run over and "rob" me.
In order to take pictures with the monkeys, we asked the staff there to take pictures for us. The staff made a gesture. A little monkey was trained to take photos with tourists, climbed a tree flexibly, and squatted on a fallen branch waiting for the staff to give orders. I stood under the branch, with my hands open. The little monkey hung on the tree under the command of the staff and held the food in my hand.
This time, I was happy and scared to play in the monkey area, but I was very happy in short.
There are many touching things in life: when others despair of you, when others hold an umbrella for you, when others lend you a helping hand. . . . . .
It was a rainy day. After the last lesson of physical education class, I panted back to the classroom. I packed my things and left the classroom. Can go to the first floor, a bunch of people blocked my way, still talking: "It's raining hard!" " ""well, how do you get out? " "I didn't bring an umbrella!" "I brought it, let's go together!" "Forget it, I'd better run over!" A group of boys ran out like wild horses, splashing.
"What should I do?" I thought to myself. Look outside. It was sunny after physical education class in Wan Li, but now it's raining cats and dogs. There are also many students like me who can only stand here. Look at the time, 12. I have to go. I rushed forward in the rain and my shoes were wet. Because the road is slippery, I try to step on some dry places. I continued running when I suddenly heard a call from a distance: "Hello! Gong Xi, come here! " I looked back, it was Tang Qiujing and Yu Xiaojun! They rushed up to me and said, "Why don't you come with us? When we saw the rain, we went back to get the umbrella, and when we turned around, you disappeared. . . . . . "Tang Qiujing said incoherently, as if criticizing me for not waiting for her, but every sentence warmed me.
Sometimes, a small move will warm a person's heart!
If a new life comes, it means a new ideal comes. Many great men have emerged in China since ancient times. They all achieved great careers by their own life goals and ideals. "Ideal is the mother of career", a well-known saying, was said by Mr. Ye Shengtao in ancient times. Many great men in China succeeded by this belief. I also want to succeed. I also have my own ideals. My ideal is to finish the foreign languages department of Peking University. This ideal can only be realized by our own efforts.
Because I want to study English hard, understand English and get familiar with English. I dreamed of becoming a fashion designer since I was a child, but when I was growing up, this dream was shattered and his importance went with it, because my parents told us to focus on learning, but I didn't think so before. I think, can't we do something other than study? No, now I understand that even a designer can't do without studying. So I slowly fell in love with English. English can enhance my self-confidence and make me feel that I have an advantage.
At the moment when I had an ideal, I felt extremely proud. He enriched my life. I always strive for my ideal. I listen carefully in class. After class, I carefully recited and understood the content, sentence patterns and meaning of the text. It makes me feel that a day has not been wasted. When I make up lessons after class, I can always read my notes and do my exercise books carefully. Only in this way can I be farther away from my dream.
People with ideals are different from people without ideals. People with ideals are likely to succeed, as Mr. Lu Xun said: "People always have an ideal and a hope. Although the height is different, it must be meaningful. " If an ideal is illusory, it will never come true because it is illusory. Be sure to have a dream that suits you and can fight for him, and fight for your ideal!
Today is May Day, and our family went to People's Park.
When I came to the People's Park, I saw the crowd bustling and jostling, but the crowd did not affect the mood of tourists. The tourists showed a happy expression on their faces, all full of energy, as if everyone had won 5 million.
Entering the park is even more lively. Every scenic spot is crowded with people and there is no place to stand. My brother and I finally got to the front of the "forest adventure" and bought tickets. I stood in front of the door. At this time, mom and dad were very pale, and my sister came. I saw that everyone who came out of it was very pale, and some even began to cry. Seeing this scene, I was afraid to go in, but there were three generals behind me who completely cut off my back. At this time, someone came out from the inside. After listening to my brother's words, I was a little optimistic, but I was still afraid. The car started, and the gloomy music around it made my hair stand on end. Be frightened. It was dark around, only the sound of music and cars. I think that's the only difficulty. I'm just about to relax. "Gee," I touched my neck. It is furry and itchy. I smiled, and so did my brother. At this time, it seems that another hand is scratching my back, and my laughter is even louder. When I came in, my fear disappeared, only joy and happiness. When I was about to go out, I suddenly saw a skeleton and went out in fear. Dad asked me how I was playing. Am I scared? I said, "I'm not afraid."
Unconsciously, the night slowly fell, and I reluctantly left the People's Park. This is really a happy May Day.