When Ron Tong Jia was in the fifth grade, it was like walking on the beach. Every step he took left a footprint. In the years of growing up, there are worries and happiness, and the taste of growing up is bitter, spicy and sweet.
I remember it was a hot summer, and I went hiking with my friends. At first, the mountain road was flat. We pick flowers for a while and chase after them for a while. After a long walk, the flat mountain road became uneven and very steep. We leaned against the pine trees along the mountain road and walked forward carefully. The mountain road has become steeper, making it difficult for people to walk. The sun hung in the sky like a fireball, scorching our faces. Sweat came out from our foreheads. "ah! Why haven't you reached the top of the mountain yet? " I thought to myself. I really want to go down the mountain and go home at once and have a good sleep.
But I gave up the idea again. I have walked such a long mountain road. If I go on, won't all my efforts be wasted? I wiped my sweat and made my way forward with difficulty. The sun is facing us, getting hotter and hotter, making us blush like ripe peaches. I really can't hold on. I slipped and fell to the ground, my leg was cut and blood gushed out. My friends quickly tied my wound, and they wanted to help me move forward. But seeing their appearance, I refused their kindness and insisted on walking independently, one step and two steps. Finally, we reached the top of the mountain, from which I realized the bitterness of life.
The footprints of growth, deep or shallow, sour or sweet, will bring you good memories from the past to the present.
I opened the photo album of my trip to Beijing, and the scenes of the Great Wall, the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square gradually became clear. Suddenly, the photos that left a deep impression on me caught my eye and brought my thoughts back to the fiery July. ...
I remember it was last July 18, the fourth day of our tour in Beijing. At that time, we were going to go to Yuanmingyuan by bus. When we passed the side door of Tsinghua University, the tour guide asked, "Do you want to go down and take pictures?" After his words, my father took my brother and I who were playing games and rushed down first. The queue time is short, and it takes a long time for Dad to take a photo. Click, and this photo of Tsinghua and I will be frozen.
Look at this photo carefully, I have a smile on my face-I am probably enjoying the trip; Put your hand in a' V' shape-this is the classic posture I use when taking pictures; The background is the famous Tsinghua University! At that time, my father told me that this was his ideal photo, and I didn't care too much. Later, I asked my father carefully. It turned out that Tsinghua University was the dream of his father's generation, but his father failed to realize it; I'm dad's best hope now. He expects me to learn something and realize my dream.
Every photo has its own story behind it. I may forget the picturesque scenery and the joys and sorrows of the past. But I will always remember this "ordinary" photo, because it is the meaning of travel, the expectation of my parents and the direction of my efforts!
One night, Xiaohong fell asleep, and the watercolor pen jumped up and down on the table, chattering. The first sentence is pink yellow, saying that you are the most beautiful. Red: I am the color of friendship, so I am the most beautiful. Green said, "I am the color of trust, so I am the most beautiful." "Blue said," haven't you heard that sapphire is the most charming? "
Just as they were all flushed, Xiaohong had a sweet dream. She said: "My dearest crayons, tomorrow I will definitely give full play to my level, draw the most beautiful pictures with you, strive for the first place and win glory for our class." He said, with a happy smile on his face. Hearing the teacher's words, the crayons all bowed their heads.
Suddenly, a breeze blew and the hat of the blue marker was blown away by the wind. The scorekeeper is very anxious. They were divided into several groups and finally found the red group in a very inconspicuous place. The blue marker says, "Thank you." Other crayons said in unison, "You're welcome, we are a united group. We should unite and be friendly, help each other, learn from each other's strengths and make contributions to the host game tomorrow. " .
The next day, Xiaohong got her wish. The crayon smiled happily.
Story Excellent Composition 4 Xiangshan Travel has finally begun! I excitedly ran to the bus and got on it. I saw many strangers. Some of them are playing mobile phones, some are reading books, some are eating snacks, and some are squinting to rest.
Because everyone comes from different places and doesn't know each other, the carriage feels very quiet. We found an empty seat and sat down. Because I got up too early in the morning and felt a little sleepy, I leaned on my mother's shoulder and closed my eyes to sleep. Unconsciously, I was awakened by a sound. It turns out that the tour guide is introducing us with a microphone. The tour guide is really good at mobilizing the atmosphere. He asked each of us to stand in front and introduce ourselves so that we could get to know each other. At first, I was worried about what to say on stage. I watched the person in front step forward and boldly introduced myself. Not to be outdone, I stepped forward bravely like a rabbit and introduced myself loudly with a microphone. After everyone got to know each other, the carriage was very lively.
While we were chatting happily, the bus somehow stopped at the side of the road. Is it on strike? Or is it too hot to run too hard and get heatstroke? Does it want to rest, too? Everyone ran out of the car to check the situation, and I was extremely anxious! At this critical moment, the driver's uncle gave him a few sips of water, and the bus finally recovered. I turned out to be thirsty. What a false alarm!
In Storybrooke, there is a courier company called Dream Express. This courier company has only one employee, and her name is "Dream".
In the dream, the business of this courier company is not very good. Only one person watches from a distance every day, but no one has ever sent anything, which makes Dream very upset.
Once, a boy passed by holding his father's hand. The boy wanted to see the "Dream Express" enterprise, but his father stopped him. His father was very scared and said to him, "Let's get out of here quickly. The boss of this enterprise is a monster who can change into 72. He will take his children to the mountains. No child can come out of their hands. " The boy was quickly taken away by his father, and his dream was very sad. However, in the dream, I found that there was no panic or confusion in the boy's eyes, as if he already knew all this.
The next day, the boy came again, but this time his father didn't follow. The child posted a postcard on the window. This dream is very exciting because she is about to welcome her first guest. The child was about to speak when his father's voice came and dragged him away.
The dream looked at the postcard and suddenly froze.
During the summer vacation, I read a book called Colorful Dragon Birds, which tells the story of a small dinosaur that evolved into a colorful parrot in order to adapt to the environment after an asteroid hit the earth.
When reading a book, I want to read it in one breath and not be disturbed halfway. But this is almost impossible. So, when I was sleeping at night, I secretly brought the colorful dragon bird into my room and prepared to finish it. I sat down at my desk, turned on the lamp, opened the book and read it carefully. In the dinosaur world, everything is that the strong eat the weak. If you want to survive, you must become strong ... "cheep, cheep, cheep-"A strange voice disturbed me. When I saw it, it was the hamster "Mi Bao" biting the cage! "Lovely, come out to play! But not too noisy! " I gently opened the door of the cage. The rice bag rushed out and rolled onto the cool floor. There's nothing to argue about now! I once again entered the world of books, imagining that I was the poor little dinosaur, hungry and eager to find food. Time passed quietly. Before I knew it, it was eleven o'clock. "Click" sounded gently, and I didn't notice my mother because I was too absorbed in reading. "Liu Yifan, what are you doing? Why don't you sleep? " My mother's voice sounded outside and pulled me out of the book. I quickly closed the book and it fell to the ground. After a loud bang, my mother said, "Are you reading again? Sleep! " "Oh," I replied, closing the book and going to bed.
It's good to like reading, but don't forget to eat and sleep! I will never read at night again.
Story Excellent Composition 7 Spring is a "blessing" in the four seasons. Spring is colorful, the earth recovers and is full of vitality.
Outside the window, every drop of spring rain is printed with my childhood, and one of them is the one I remember most clearly, that is, my classmates and I went to the green screen of Guifeng Mountain to enjoy flowers.
At that time, the spring rain continued, like snow-white goose feathers, like sharp needle and thread, like green silk, falling from the sky and the ground was wet. Countless rays of sunshine finally broke through the clouds and shone on the earth, and new "hair" immediately grew on the earth.
Finally, when we walked to the green screen, we were all sweating, but when we saw the flowers, we felt it was worth it!
Look at the sea of flowers There are so many colors that I can't see anything. There is a tall ladder paved with grass, which is about to reach my shoulder. I can't climb up. When I wanted to be "defeated" by it, my friend encouraged me not to give up, so I pushed hard and put my feet together. When my foot touched the ground, I had reached the second step. I believe that as long as I never give up, I will succeed.
Among the flowers, I saw industrious bees collecting honey. They go out early and come back late every day. How hard it is. It's really "all flowers pick honey, whoever works hard is sweet".
During a trip, I read many short stories about spring and learned a lot. This is an unforgettable spring outing.
That autumn, a little thing happened, which made me feel the love of my roommate. I call it the story of autumn.
On this day, the autumn wind suddenly rises, and the autumn rain also comes to join in the fun. Because the weather suddenly turned cold, I didn't put on thick clothes in time, and I caught a cold and had a fever. In order not to worry my classmates, I said nothing.
At noon, I finished cooking and fainted when I returned to my seat. When I woke up, I saw the eager faces of my roommates. One of them touched my head, startled and said, "Why is it so hot?"? It must be a fever. " They asked me to finish my meal at once, and then went back to the dormitory to ask my aunt to take me to see a doctor.
When I arrived at the dormitory, my aunt was not in the dormitory at this time. They are anxious like ants on hot bricks and don't know what to do. Suddenly it occurred to someone that a towel could be wet and put on my head to cool down. When they tried to wet the towel, they found that there was a project under construction opposite, and the tap water turned yellow. She could only pour out the pure water they loved and put a wet towel on my head, and they were relieved.
After a while, they think that if they sweat more, the fever will soon disappear. Seven of them covered me with quilts, and I covered eight quilts. Fortunately, I sweated a lot, much better. When I was much better, I joked with them and said, "I feel like my mother." Who knows, they all said, "I don't want your daughter." As soon as the voice fell, we all laughed.
This ordinary story, in my opinion, is very beautiful ...
My name is Chen Ziyun, and I was born in the city.
I was born in a hurry at that time, and my parents didn't give me a name beforehand. When the nurse asked about my father and relatives, she gave me a temporary name: Chen Mengyun, but my aunt said that she would have unrealistic dreams every day when she grew up. Later, the word "dream" in this name was changed to "purple", and Chen Ziyun was born.
Chen follows his father. Where's the son? Dad said it was to let me thrive in a colorful environment. As for Yun Yun ... My mother wants me to stand out from the crowd and become an excellent person.
I am satisfied with the explanation of this name. 1 Teachers in grades 6 call me Ziyun, Ziyun. But the good times didn't last long. When people on duty began to take nicknames, I had a new view of my name. Because my name is "Chen Ziyun", people have given me many nicknames, some of which are particularly ugly. People always call me Ziyun, Ziyun. After a long time, it will become "orange", and there is a purple word in my name. People always call me seaweed soup or something, which really doesn't sound good. As far as my view of food is concerned, outsiders don't understand me and think I am extremely delicious. Heaven and earth as evidence, my "photo" picture is definitely not a greedy cat.
To this end, I have quietly named myself Chen. How clever I am! Even the nickname "Snowflake" and "Xiaobai" is not bad.
If only my name was Chen!
A yellow leaf lies quietly on a friend's desk. You can almost imagine how deep it is that she spins leisurely in the wind, dances smartly, and then falls leisurely in her place of residence. ...
Oh! I see, this is a precious gift from nature to mankind. I stare at her, her face is old, but her charm is still there, and her beauty and meaning are undiminished. In addition to wondering, I was secretly pleased ... nature finally gave her a gift; But I feel a little lost. Why doesn't nature give gifts to people who love her passionately like me? This gift should belong to someone who loves her, knows how to cherish her and cares about her. I think I should dress her in a transparent and bright dress and let her hide quietly in my mood notes in the form of bookmarks. I need her to read my mind. I would like to put wings on her, let her blend into nature with my expectation, let her fly into the blue sky with my childlike fantasy and dance with the white clouds. Or, let her gently jump out of a youthful dance with the breeze ...
Now, she does not belong to me! I was angry, jealous, and even had evil thoughts to take her away. I can't bear to hear her sobbing gently after being abandoned by her "master", and I can't bear to hear nature lament that the gods who gave birth to the four seasons were abandoned at will.
How I want her! On a miserable night, listen to her tell her short and beautiful story or beautiful fairy tale. ...
1 1 He knew about the treasure, so he went over the mountains to his house. When he told the boss everything, the boss also told him that he and my father went out to sea for treasure hunting. Unexpectedly, my father was drowned by the waves as soon as he went out to sea, and he survived. After a while, the boss said the key was missing, and the boy said I had it. Give me the map. The old version gave him a map. I went to sea. I didn't call for help because I wanted to find the treasure myself. He went to sea. Just as he was at sea, he was shot into the river. It turns out that all this is a scam. In fact, he has taken the treasure, but he is fine. Instead, he was drifted to an island, where he met his father. It turns out that he and his boss are friends. They heard about the treasure. His own key is fake, which is really useless. When the little boy said that his mother had died, his father cried for three days and nights. They are determined to leave here for revenge. One night, when the little boy was not old, he saw a hole when he was looking at the stars, which led to other worlds. At that time, there was nothing but flying people. The little boy was afraid, so he and his father came.
Excellent story composition 12 The venue was quiet.
Strawberry seeds are quietly hidden in the soil. During the day, the sun shines on them; At night, the moon mother-in-law warms them; Occasionally, naughty stars wink at them and say naughtily, "Come on!" "Seeds suck nutrients from the soil, grow hard, slowly lean out of their heads and look up at the sun, moon and stars. ...
One day, many friends suddenly appeared in the field. Everyone is wearing green clothes and dancing happily with the wind! Jump, jump, their long arms are open!
More and more partners gathered in the strawberry field, and Sister Yun jumped into the ocean of joy with the warmth of sunshine. There are countless white flowers in the strawberry field, attracting bees and butterflies. There is not a strawberry in the strawberry field, but the air is full of sweetness.
Flowers bloom and fall, leaving countless green stars on the pedicel. Soon, these little green stars became white balls. Grandpa Sun brought golden rain to warm up one ball after another. There are more colors in strawberry fields, such as green leaves, white flowers and bright red fruits. ...
Now, you can attract many children!
In a stationery store, there are many pencils and erasers, crowded together.
Among these erasers, there is a very common small round eraser, which is different from all other partners. It wants to see the outside world, to be bought back by someone, and to see those guys named pencils-the rubber area and the pencil area are not together.
Finally, one day, this little eraser can't stay any longer, so let the brother behind push it. Its body is round, rolling very fast, falling down and rushing out desperately. Suddenly, it froze. What a big world out there! Everything is full of energy-the elevator keeps moving, the neon lights keep flashing and people keep walking. ...
At this time, a little girl squatted down in front of it, picked up a small round eraser and read the words "thinking about Chinese residence" on it. Where are you from? Interesting. "The little girl added," You don't look like an abandoned thing. You smell of lavender and have a lovely shape. Ok, let's go to that stationery store. " She shook her long black hair and ran to the stationery store.
"It turns out that this stationery store is very big, and the counter I stayed at is only a small part of it!" The little eraser poked her head out of the little girl's pocket and looked out greedily, filled with joy. It thought, "fortunately, I don't have the courage to think and travel like those friends-I also want to thank my brother for pushing me."
Yes, we should have our own thoughts and courage, so that we can keep moving forward and realize our dreams!
14 You know a girl who lives in a city suddenly went to the countryside and lost her parents. What will happen? The book Bronze Sunflower tells a story about bronze sunflower.
Sunflower is a very ordinary girl who lives in the city, but why is she called "sunflower"? It turns out that her father is a designer. The greatest work in his life is the sunflower made of bronze, which is his favorite flower. But it didn't last long. Sunflower's mother died when she was very young, and she had to live with her father.
When Sunflower was seven years old, her father had to go to the countryside with the May Seventh Cadre School. She had no mother and had to go with her father. Unexpectedly, her father also died in that "barley land" village. Fortunately, the dumb copper family, the poorest family in the barley field, adopted sunflowers. They tried their best to make the sunflower have food and school, and gave the sunflower a poor but happy childhood, and the sunflower also brought endless joy to the family. In the third grade of primary school, they wrote The Story of Bronze Sunflower. However, the city people came to look for the sunflower and took it back. ...
Bronze misses sunflowers. One day, he dreamed of sunflowers in his dream and shouted "Sunflowers". His friend heard this and shouted, "Bronze can talk!"
In the process of reading this story, I was moved many times. This story tells us that in difficulties, we must be strong, optimistic and positive.
I especially want to know, what happened to sunflower? Maybe, she's back, maybe. ...
Excellent story composition 15 crackle, crackle. Today is New Year's Eve. Today is New Year's Eve. Every household is busy posting Spring Festival couplets and making New Year's Eve dinner. There are many things to do.
I thought everyone was busy, so I asked my mother what she could do for me. My mother said, "Then go and post Spring Festival couplets for my father and grandfather." I said, "OK, my mom." So I picked up a blessing and handed it to my father. My father reversed the word "fu". I saw it and shouted, "My dad, my dad, it's the other way around." Father smiled and said, "It is a custom to paste the word' Fu' backwards, which means that happiness has arrived! Oh! I see! I see.
It's time for dinner. The dinner on the table is very rich. Our family gathered around and ate a delicious dinner, talking and laughing. After dinner, my family watched the Spring Festival Gala together. That TV is really good, with dancing, singing and sketches. When we saw 12, a sudden burst was deafening. I stood up in fear and ran to the window to see all kinds of firecrackers outside. Oh, it turns out that people set off firecrackers to welcome the New Year!
Ah! Today is really a happy day.
The style of Liu Zongyuan's biography of planting trees and camels is ().
A. Biography
B. satirical sketch