On the composition of senior one, 1 In Dalian Jinshitan, it was my first time to see the sea.
I think the sea is an eagle and the river is its feather. Now I know that the sea is a forest and the river is a green leaf in the forest. When I came to the seaside, I was shocked by its momentum. Dozens of feet high waves beat the rocks along the coast, and the white waves rolled up like thousands of snowflakes. The unfathomable blue sea floor contains many secrets and treasures.
The fine sand like jade and silver powder on the beach on the shore is golden and shiny, scratching people's feet softly and warmly. No one can help but want to knead, rub and build it into a castle in a fairy tale world. ...
One shell after another is hidden in golden soft sand. Some purples are like the sunset glow on the horizon, with a hint of red; Some are bright green, like the eyes of a wolf in the dark, emitting a faint green light; Some are like flawless white jade, shining with dazzling white light in the sun; Some, such as bright and beautiful purple silk, are filled with the nobility and fragrance of violets ... Not far away, there are some tiger skin stripes, like cute little leopard claws, hiding from us.
There is a shell that I can't put down, red and white, unique. Red stripes remind me of fire, and white stripes remind me of snow. Fire and snow are incompatible, but they are perfectly combined in this shell. They blend like water and milk, just like there is snow on the fire or fire in the snow. I think this shell is not only interesting, but also contains the spirit of the sea, so I hold it carefully with both hands, as if I were holding a fragile jade in my hand, and it would break if I touched it lightly.
The sea is dreamy blue. Looking from a distance, the sea and the sky are connected. If there are no ripples on the sea, I can't tell where the sky is and where the sea is. My eyes are full of blue. The blue sky and the blue sea blend together, and the low-flying Bai Ou flies over the blue sea, which really makes people worry that the white wing tip will be immersed in the blue sea. As the sun sets, red vermilion shakes off in the drizzle, splashing countless bright spots on the sea. The sea is like a gold foil dress, full of rose wine, drunk with light and color.
At the junction of water and sky, a golden arc appeared. This scene is more spectacular than crashing on the shore; More charming than the bright moon and the waves. How can this oil-painting beauty not be amazing?
I was intoxicated by this poetic picture and lamented that the rivers and mountains of the motherland are so magnificent and charming. Wherever I go in the future, this beautiful picture will be fixed in my memory forever.
A person has walked a long way, and he is either excited, depressed, or helpless, or wants to express an unspeakable sadness. And I, after these four days, returned to the campus, forgot all kinds of things, only not laughing.
Without the pressure of study and the trouble of homework, it seems that everyone's mouth is slightly rising in these four days. This kind of smile brings me a little excitement when I am away from school and a little determination to try in practice. ...
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Early in the morning, the crisp chirping of pigeons woke us in our dreams, and we walked lazily to the window, without the usual irritability of getting up. The first thing is to open the window, then smell the fragrance outside, look at the scenery outside, and pick up the bread prepared last night-feed the pigeons! We just giggled when we watched the pigeons eating steamed stuffed buns contentedly. A good day begins with feeding pigeons!
In the afternoon, the sun shines on the earth, as if it were covered with a pale yellow gauze. How happy we are to walk among them! At the entrance of the canteen, there are piles of students, each playing their own games-"Truth or Dare", "Monopoly" and so on. Happy smiles bloom on their faces. How happy they are! I, on the other hand, was holding hands, talking comfortably with her (him), walking and feeling this wonderful time.
At dusk, the sun sets, and some boys are very active. They have played together in the "small playground", which is just the simplest game-several people are chasing a ball. But they are happy. In the sunset, sweat soaked their clothes, but the air was filled with happiness. We sat on the floor, watching these big boys make noise, talking about the future and singing some songs that we all like-happy notes filled the whole "little playground". However, looking at them, I have a sad feeling. I still have that reluctant obsession when I think about placement.
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"It's hard to understand what you get from paper. You never know what you have to do." The significance of this practice to us is probably contained in these lines. We won't forget us who are still patting the earth with a smile, we won't forget us who ate our own food at that time, and we won't forget us who have been concentrating on making birdcages with team spirit ... In these short four days, every day will have different gains, and we are growing every moment.
These four days, we spent in laughter.
No matter what, keep smiling and go on.
Because a smile is the most beautiful gesture.
In the morning, the sky is just as white as a fish's belly, and the sun just woke up and slowly climbed to the east. Just then, an old man pushed a tricycle from the garage, walked to the side of the road, set up a small bench and silently lit a cigarette. ...
With a small smoke turn, there are more and more people in front of the booth. He is eager to help others repair cars and tires, and he will not hesitate to agree no matter what others ask. A kind feeling emerges from every gesture. He is wearing a black jacket and hat, a faded dress, a pair of yellow sneakers and a pair of blue jeans, which is extremely simple.
The sunshine is getting brighter and brighter. I looked at him for a long time, and finally I couldn't help but go up and ask him a few words: "Hello, old man!" " "He quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at me." What's the matter? " "Are you tired of repairing cars and mending tires here every day?" I saw him waving his hand and shaking his head again and again, revealing a confident trademark smile: "I am not tired or tired. I repair cars and tires every day, and then I look at people and things that come and go in a hurry on the road. That is a great enjoyment. " What he said was easy and carefree.
I looked at the small car repair booth, and my heart was filled with emotion. It is this small car repair booth that enriches the old people's old age. He continued to be busy with his work, carefully removing the tire, mending it and putting it back. The sun climbed over my head, and I looked at him carefully: his dark face, bright eyes and trademark smile always hung on his face. This smile deeply infected me. He is the ordinary man who can't be ordinary. In a trance, I suddenly saw a detail: there were several coin-sized holes in his faded clothes. He finally finished his work and began to look at all kinds of people on the road. He began to say, "I wish I could repair the car here!" " If I were at home, I would have been unable to stay! "Yes, how can a man who advocates freedom be like a caged bird?
Near dusk, the sun slowly got into the clouds and turned into a red ball. The setting sun seems to roll in the golden red rosy clouds and sink into the dark horizon. The old man pushed the car and went home full of joy. Time is still fixed on his trademark smile.