My mother bought some oranges this afternoon. Once I saw an article in a magazine about making small orange lamps, and I had long wanted to make them myself. I took this opportunity to "start".
I picked the roundest orange, carefully cut it in half, and slowly dug out the pulp of the orange in the middle. After drying the orange peel left on the balcony, I found a small candle and tried to stick it with glue. My mom said it wouldn't stick. I saw my mother light the candle, then drop the melted candle on the bottom of the orange peel, and then quickly put the burning candle on it. The candle really sits firmly in the middle of the orange peel, and the burning flame "dances" in the orange peel like a lively girl jumping. I put the other half of the orange peel on it, but the candle went out, which I found very strange. A sentence my mother told me rang in my ear: "Where there is no oxygen, the fire will go out, just like a person will suffocate in a house without doors and windows." I tried again and the fire went out again. I was at a loss when my mother came up to me and said, "Just peck a few holes in the orange peel and the fire will not go out." So I cut a few small holes in the orange peel with scissors and covered them carefully. Sure enough, the fire didn't go out this time. I looked at the orange light of this small house, and it seemed that the light came out through the window. I smiled happily.
It turns out that orange lamp also has such great knowledge!
In the evening, I dreamed that I was carrying this little orange lamp downstairs, and people around me cast admiring eyes on me.
Small orange lamp composition 2 Today, our class teacher had a whim and asked us to make a small orange lamp. She probably thought of it after reading Grandma Bing Xin's Little Orange Lantern.
After I took this "heavy responsibility", I was calm on the surface, but I was a little uneasy in my heart, because it would make my rest time "jump off the building and have a big sale". However, I soon came up with a way to "kill the best of both worlds", that is, to kill the "surviving" homework after going home and then have a rest. I will do it with my mother when she comes back.
That's a good idea. I got what I wanted. After mom came back, we started to make an evil and interesting little orange lamp together. Because there are no oranges at home, we use oranges instead. First, let's roll the oranges on the table, so that the orange peel and the orange meat are separated. Then, we cut off a quarter of the orange and dig out all the orange meat with a spoon, so that the lamp shell of the small orange lamp is formed. Then, we made three small holes in the top of the lamp shell, put them on with three strings and tied them together. Then, we tie the tied rope to a small stick so that we can lift it. Finally, we put a lighted candle in the lamp shell. Haha, the production of the small orange lamp is finished!
When it was all over, we moved the lit orange lamp into the dark room. The small orange lamp looks terrible: two eyes radiate ferocious light and a strange bad smile appears at the corners of the mouth. The most terrible thing is that it seems to be floating in the air, with no sticks or lines at all. It's really scary!
Although this little orange lamp is a little scary, it is a beautiful and pure memory of my childhood, and it will always accompany me until forever …
A ray of sunshine shines on the orange peel through the window. I was eating sweet orange when an idea came to my mind: What's the use of this orange peel? Can't waste! By the way, you can also make a small orange lamp!
I hurried to get an orange, a candle, a bottle of vegetable oil, a spoon and a knife, and started working excitedly! I first cut off a small part of the bottom of the orange, leaving the pedicled part as the lamp holder of the small orange lamp; Then gently dig out the pulp of the orange with a spoon, keep the heart of the orange, and then gently twist it; Then turn it upside down to dry, pour in vegetable oil and light a small candle.
I looked at the little orange lamp in front of me, flattered, but I felt something was missing, yes! I had a brainwave, but it lacked some colors!
I went to get colored lead and watercolor pens and drew colorful patterns for it, which was a little more charming and beautiful than before. I looked at my work with satisfaction and couldn't wait for the night to come.
The moon is in the sky and the stars cover a dark sky. A few rays of moonlight shone in, but it was still dark, the wind was blowing and it was extremely cold. I turned on the little orange light, and it suddenly lit up all around. The little orange lamp is orange, and the cold is swept away. The little orange lamp becomes very beautiful and bright in the dark, which warms my heart.
In fact, innovation is everywhere, and any ordinary object can become a brand-new work of art. As long as you are curious, diligent and meticulous, you will definitely feel the happiness and satisfaction of innovation!
I read an interesting book-Lighting the Little Orange Lantern in the summer vacation. There are more than 20 short stories in the book, each of which is extremely wonderful and tells us a lot of truth, which has benefited me a lot.
Lighting the orange lamp is a work of Grandpa Jin Bo and a gift for young readers. After reading it, the article Song of Love is still fresh in my memory. This article tells us with the little things in life that we should repay with love, with words and more practical actions.
In life, we should learn to return the love of others and cherish their love. Just like mom and dad, don't they have any regrets? No matter how naughty and disobedient we are, they will teach us patiently, but we regard them as ordinary things. Sometimes they ask us for help, but we all do it impatiently. If we think about what they did for us at that time, who are we to refuse?
One night, my mother was on a business trip, and it was just me and my father at home. We went to bed early at night, but I felt colder and colder, and it didn't help to cover the quilt. When my father saw it, he immediately touched my forehead and felt very hot. He measured it with a thermometer. I have a fever. My father dressed me at once and took me to the hospital. It's already midnight. When I arrived at the hospital, my father was sweating profusely, so I asked the doctor to give me an injection. Seeing the sweat on my forehead, I feel warm in my heart and deeply appreciate my father's love for me.
This short story taught me to love the person you love, to be considerate and considerate of others, to do what you actually do and to be a considerate boy!
Oh, really, every family hangs small lanterns on the Lantern Festival, but I turned the shop upside down and couldn't find my favorite lantern. Mother said, "Then let's make a small orange lamp."
Orange light? How interesting! My mother and I went home immediately and prepared oranges, scissors, chopsticks, paper and other items. First, I carefully cut a hole in one end of the orange with scissors. I must be careful, or it may be broken. Then I put my chopsticks into the hole, got stuck in a "small crescent" and suddenly lifted it up. I tried to pull it out, but it moved. I poked and poked and pulled, but I was still indifferent. My mother said, you are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall, and you won't stop until you reach the Yellow River. I was unconvinced and asked her what she could do. She took the chopsticks in my hand, and when I saw it, didn't she also do the "poking and pulling action"? Mom asked me to take a closer look. I put my whole face together and a drop of juice shot into my eye. I shouted "Mom!" "My mother thought I was calling her. When she learned that, she cried and laughed, and immediately bombarded me to wash my eyes. Then she told me that she was actually mashing the pulp of the orange. When I came back, I found that the pulp had turned into puree, and my mother was about to pour them into the bowl. Then, because the orange juice is still wet, we began to dry the juice inside the orange peel. I wonder again, why can't I just blow dry with a hair dryer? Mom told me, first, blow-drying wastes time; Second, waste electricity. This process is a bit annoying. You can't put your whole hand in it. You can only wipe it gently with your fingers, and the paper falls off easily. I dare say this is the most boring activity. Finally, I put on the wire, tied the stick and inserted the candle, and a lovely little orange light was finished.
When I was walking up and down the street with a small orange lamp, others gave me a compliment. Ha, it's better to make things yourself!
More than sixty years later, Grandma Bing Xin still remembers the little girl who gave her the orange lamp and decided to visit her in person.
Grandma Bing Xin came to the suburbs of Chongqing. There are no "township offices" here, but rows of brand-new high-rise buildings ... Looking ahead, the stone road in that year has become a wide road with fruit trees on both sides. Grandma Bing Xin came to a big tree by the roadside. There are two new farmhouses under the tree. There are several orange trees beside the house. The big red orange is smiling at her, and there is a green vegetable field in the distance.
At this time, a five-or six-year-old girl skipped to grandma Bing Xin: "Grandma, who are you looking for?" Grandma Bing Xin smiled and asked, "Do you know where Wang Chunlin lives?" The little girl thought for a moment and said, "I'll ask grandma!" " "Soon, the little girl came out, followed by a red-faced old man. The old man asked, "Wang Chunlin is my father. Do you know him? " Hearing this, Grandma Bing Xin cheered up and explained her purpose. The old man was very happy after hearing this, and took grandma Bing Xin into the house. The room is spacious and full of rural flavor: orange lights, pumpkin seats, crystal chandeliers and corn-shaped sofas. ...
The old man pulled grandma Bing Xin to the sofa and asked her, "Are you Aunt Bing Xin who gave me oranges that year?" "Well, yes, I've been thinking about you!" The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes, as if he had returned to the beginning. She told Grandma Bing Xin: "Since Dad came back, everyone is fine, and everything is fine. My mother has been treated for a month, and everything is fine. " She paused, and then said, "Although she is over eighty years old, she often goes to the fields to farm!" " "
Inadvertently, Grandma Bing Xin saw the small orange lights hanging in the room, took out three or four oranges from her arms and seriously asked, "Can you make me some more small orange lights?" "good! Good! " The old man was about to get an orange, and the little granddaughter next to him had picked a big orange and said, "I'll do it!" " "He said, and picked up a knife and quickly made a small orange lamp. Looking at her dexterous movements, Grandma Bing Xin vaguely saw the respectable and lovely little girl. ...
Little orange lamp composition 7 Grandma Bing Xin's little orange lamp is a colorful collection of life stories. It's like an elusive seasoning bottle. With the ups and downs of the story, I felt the ups and downs of life, among which Six Sisters impressed me the most.
The theme of this story is "Li". It tells the story that I met a simple village girl named "June 1st", and the author became friends with her. But it didn't last long. On June 1 day, a fire broke out and she died unfortunately. The author is very sad and misses June 1st. While she was squatting by the river washing clothes, a girl from Tsing Yi came slowly. At that moment, the author took her as June 1 day. It turns out that she is the sister of June 1st.
Sister Liu asked, "Are you Zhu Zhen?" The author was stunned. "My sister told me before she died that I must make friends with you and make up for her." Since then, the author and sister Liu have continued this special friendship and become good friends.
But before long, Sister Liu Yi returned to the countryside. When she left, she just said, "Forget me!" "I will never forget you anyway. I will go to the top of the mountain every day and look forward to your early return. " The author said stubbornly.
In fact, the author's heart has always been full of sadness, but she is still optimistic about life. For her, it is a little lucky to see her sister Liu Yi again. After Sister Liuyi left, she didn't let herself get depressed, but looked forward to her early return with an optimistic heart, believing that her optimism would make her meet more and better friends.
I think this is the attitude towards life. Everyone can't be smooth sailing. An optimistic and positive attitude when encountering small setbacks is your umbrella. It's no use being sad if you don't do well in the exam. It's better to review the lessons that you can't master firmly several times, and you will definitely make progress next time. Let's treat life with an optimistic heart and believe that happiness will always be around!
On my desk, there are many friends who accompany me. Bamboo dragonflies, small pottery pots, and all kinds of 3D printed books are my friends. The child introduced to you today has a long beard and a round red face. Who is this little friend? It's just a string of little orange lights.
Maybe you have to ask, "Will this string of small orange lights shine?" Let me reveal the answer! It is the familiar hand-cut orange lamp. I still remember the Spring Festival that year, I said to my father, "Today is the first day of New Year's Day. Please teach me how to make orange lanterns! " "good! Of course! " Dad said happily. I can't wait to take out colored paper and scissors as red as flame. "First, cut off a small part of the material paper. If you are afraid of uneven cutting, you can draw an orange light on the paper and then cut along the trace. " Dad began to teach me the first step. With the help of the ruler, I quickly drew the shape of the orange lamp, and then cut it slowly with scissors, and the prototype of the small orange lamp was there!
"Next, we will make a beautiful pleated coat on the little orange lamp!" Dad went on to say, "cut the line drawn in the middle into folds, and be careful not to cut it askew!" " This is a work that needs patience! "I held my breath and cut it with my heart. After some efforts, I successfully put on a beautiful coat for the small orange lamp, and a complete small orange lamp was born! Then, the little orange lamp was born in my hand.
Just as I was cheering, my father asked, "Wait, how can I raise that little orange light?" I thought about it and said, "Simple!" I immediately picked up scissors, quickly cut a small vertical bar from the colored paper, and gently stuck it on the small orange lamp, and the small orange lamp could stand up!
I carefully hung the little orange lamp on my desk lamp. Under the light, the little orange lamp is so bright and warm, just like a string of bright pearls around me. At this moment, I suddenly remembered "Little Orange Lantern" written by Grandma Bing Xin. I thought: isn't this string of small orange lights in front of me the embodiment of that calm, brave and optimistic little girl? This beam of light makes people feel infinite power and will spur me forward forever!
I watched TV with my mother on a weekend, and occasionally heard 20xx China's best books. One of the names is particularly familiar, that is, Grandpa Jin Bo's book "Lighting the Little Orange Lantern" was selected. After some searching, we finally bought the good book we dreamed of. I was very excited when I received it. The warm orange cover faintly reveals Grandpa Jinbo's figure, and it feels very kind.
Grandpa Jin Bo wrote this book for young readers at the age of 80. He opened the book and a beautiful bookmark came into view: "Light the orange light for you and walk together on the road. You are vigorous, and I am a boy again. " A thick book actually contains many fairy tales. Grandpa Jin Bo said that these fairy tales are all people and things he met in his daily life. Because they are interesting, they aroused his infinite reverie and wrote these fairy tales. It's all the seeds that grandpa got from life. Under the cultivation of childlike innocence, the flower of fairy tales blooms. Among them, I was most impressed by the article "Kite Bird", which tells the story of a kite hanging on the wall and nobody cares. One spring, encouraged by a swallow, it broke free from the rope and flew into the blue sky. It makes many kites break free from the string tied to them and fly freely between swallows and eagles! Finally, it became a kite bird, which was released in the morning and flew home before dark. It's amazing! I especially envy this kite bird. I envy it that it can grow its own wings and fly freely in the blue sky. I admire Grandpa Jinbo's imagination in my heart. So many wonderful fairy tales in the book actually come from his imagination. How I wish I could fly freely like that kite, and let my imagination fly freely with wings!
I can never get tired of reading this book, which contains many magical stories. Every child tells us a little truth, let me swim in the ocean of literature. It not only lights up the little orange lamp, but also lights up our way to the literary palace!
Small orange lamp composition 10 "These humble little things are all my treasures. I cherish my childhood and cherish my happiness and thinking. "
I read the book "Lighting the Little Orange Lamp" in the winter vacation, which is the work of Grandpa Jin Bo and a gift for young readers. After reading it, what is fresh in my memory is the story of a male prostitute. This story is about the Mid-Autumn Festival. Besides selling moon cakes, fruits and dried fruits, clay male prostitutes are the most exciting places for children.
Male prostitutes show children's love for male prostitutes by describing their appearance, manners, clothes and body shape. Moreover, male prostitutes are the symbol of Mid-Autumn Festival, and rabbits are used instead of the moon, but Yue Bai is a children's game, so male prostitutes are naturally their toys. But in Jin Bo's works, children buy male prostitutes, only two or three inches tall. As the children grow older, the corresponding male prostitutes are getting bigger and bigger. As you can imagine, these male prostitutes silently recorded the growth process of Jin Bo and his friends, bearing their childhood happiness and thinking.
From Jin Bo's "salvage" of childhood through male prostitutes, I think of my childhood playmate-Lego, which has changed just like male prostitutes. When I was a child, the parts of Lego were big and simple, and the pages of the manual were few, only a few pages. However, with the increase of age, the parts are assembled from large to small, and the assembly is from simple to complex. The number of pages in the manual is also from less to more, some even have dozens of pages, and some are split in two. Every time I see these Legos of different ages, it reminds me of those interesting stories and the skills I learned and mastered at every stage.
Life is a vivid textbook. Memories and reflections on life are like a net, which helps us to salvage the bright spots in our growth experience and urges us to explore and make progress. Thanks to Grandpa Jin Bo for lighting a small orange lamp for us and illuminating the road to the literary palace for us.