The gloomy Sunday passed, and I couldn't help sighing.
Suddenly, I found ants walking in rows, and each ant seemed to be holding something in his hand. I followed. Oh! It turns out that ants are moving. Their team walked neatly, as if they had been trained by a particularly powerful coach. Ah, ant, you are really something. You know it's going to rain, so act early. Although you are a nobody, you know a lot, and you are not afraid of death, so brave when you encounter problems. I really admire you, if only our people were like you. I knew it was going to rain when I saw you moving. I immediately said to my mother, "Mom, I have the clothes." But I was scolded. She said, "How can it rain when the weather is so good?" I have been wronged ... I want to cry soon. After about two hours, it began to rain. It seems that I am the emperor. Mom, what's wrong? It is raining! "If you don't listen to your daughter, you will suffer." Haha's laughter ...
Ants' predictive ability is really strong. Although I don't have your predictive ability, I can learn from your fearless spirit.
On the road of life, composition 2 is full of happiness, sadness and, of course, a lot of helplessness. At this time, we should relax. Gains and losses are a contradiction.
For example, that little piece of chalk. It has written standardized Chinese characters and articles in the hands of Chinese teachers, taught us to write and appreciate, and taught us a lot of Chinese knowledge. In math class, the teacher used him to write "fly while flying"
We became good friends with numbers and learned a lot about mathematics. In English class, chalk became a dozen words, "penyoungstrong". The music teacher came into the classroom and drew a lifelike rabbit with chalk. In this way, day after day, year after year, a piece of chalk becomes Chinese characters, numbers, music scores and pictures, which are displayed on the blackboard to enlighten children and open their wisdom. Transforming into children's knowledge and ability and inheriting social civilization is the value and spirit of chalk.
Yes! Don't we need the sacrifice spirit and silent dedication of chalk?
A leisurely Sunday, listening to mp3 and hearing squeaks. I thought there was something wrong with mp3. I didn't know it was not mp3 until I took out my headphones. Walking on the balcony, I heard a more and more clear green cry-oh, it's a bird that just gave birth a few days ago. It jumps in the cage. I know what this means. I opened the cage. It tried to fly out. When it flew out a little, it fell. I'm scared! I grabbed it in one hand, and the furry ball rolled around in my hand. I was afraid it would fly out again, so I brought it into the house with the cage.
I put it in the living room to play and it tried to fly. Mother bird jumps out and chirps at the bird. I was afraid it would fall to the ground, so I put it on the sofa. It began its test flight: with its powerful wings, the bird gradually flew up and then fell down. Instead of coquetry, it continued to try to fly and flew to the ceiling several times. The spirit of the bird deeply touched me. In less than an hour, it can fly.
Bird's spirit of hard work and perseverance has benefited me for life.
Today, I found an ant nest under the tree. Before I wanted to kill the ant nest, an idea "jumped" into my head: first step on a few ants and make them miserable. Just do it. I raise my foot and step on a target. Ha, I stepped on a cripple! Just when I was in high spirits, another little ant ran over and took my masterpiece. I saw it from the back. Where is it going with my masterpiece?
The little ant ran straight ahead with his head buried, and I chased after him. Suddenly, the little ant stopped. It carried the "half-disabled" ant into an ant nest and didn't come out for a long time.