The cold north wind blew harder, and snow and sand rushed to my face, which hurt like pine needles. He was so cold that his blood seemed to freeze and stopped flowing.
His fingers are frozen like carrots, stiff and out of control. In Harbin in winter, the cold wind can freeze your nose and tears into ice. People stomp their feet and rub their hands, and their mouths hiss.
My eyes are too cold to open, and my feet are like two pieces of ice. The cold current ran straight from the soles of the feet to the whole body, and I felt the pain of the whole body skin like a crack.
Breathe in, my eyes are covered with white fog, and my ears and nose seem to have been pricked by many fine needles. When I stretch my hand, it hurts like a cat biting a dog.
The biting cold wind blew on my face, and my nose was so sour as Chili water that my nose and tears flowed out.
2. small pen practice Indian Soguamish chief Seattle
How can you buy the warmth of the sky and the earth? We don't understand.
If the air loses its freshness and the running water loses its crystal, can you still buy it?
We reds regard every side of the earth as sacred. In our memory, in our life, every crystal pine board, every beach, every breath in the secluded forest, and every introspective insect are sacred. The fragrance of sap passes through the forest and permeates the memory of the red people since ancient times.
When the white man roamed the interstellar space after his death, he forgot the land where he was born. Red people will never forget our beautiful birthplace after their death. Because the earth is our mother, and mother and child are one. The green and fragrant flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse and the eagle are our brothers, and the rock cliffs, the dew on the grassland, and the body heat emitted by people and horses are all our family members.
The commander-in-chief of the Washington capital sent word that he would buy our land. He wants more than land. The Grand Commander said to leave a protected area for us to live a comfortable life. In this way, the Grand Commander became our father and we became his children.
We will consider your conditions, but this business is not easy, because this land is sacred. Crystal water in streams and rivers is not only water, but also the blood of our ancestors for generations. If the land is sold to you, please remember that this land is sacred. Please teach your children and grandchildren that this land is sacred. Every image in the clear lake represents a kind of spiritual significance, reflecting countless historical sites, various rituals and our way of life. The sound of running water is not loud, but it is the voice of our ancestors.
Rivers are our brothers. They quench their thirst, transport our canoes and feed our children. If the land is sold to you, please remember and teach your children that rivers are our brothers. You should love it and be considerate of it, just as you love your own brother.
White people can't understand our thoughts, I know.
In the eyes of white people, any land is the same. You can rob at night, take what you need and leave. For a white man, the earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and he wants to conquer them one by one.
White people can abandon their fathers' graves. The place where the father rests and the place where the child was born can be ignored by him. In his view, heaven, earth, mother and brother can buy, sell, plunder and sell at will like sheep and beads. He was insatiable. After devouring the land, he turned it into a desert.
I don't understand.
You and I have completely different lifestyles. Red people's eyes hurt when they see your city. There is no peace in a white city. There is no place to hear the sound of leaves scattering and insects flapping their wings and playing in spring. The noise of the city makes our ears uncomfortable. At night, we can't hear frogs quarreling by the pond, and we can't hear nightingales whining. This life is alive?
I am a red man, I don't understand.
The sound of the breeze gently sweeps across the ground, and the fragrance of the breeze is washed away by the afternoon rainstorm or soaked in rosin, which is what the red people want to hear and smell most.
Red people cherish the atmosphere: people, animals and trees have the right to share the air and breathe it. White people never seem to notice that people live by air, just like people who have been sitting dead for many days, they can't tell the stench. If we sell the land to you, please remember that we cherish the atmosphere. Air supports all life, and its spiritual strength is shared by all.
The wind greeted his grandfather's first breath when he was born and sent away his last sigh. If the land is sold to you, please turn it into a sacred place so that white people can taste the enhanced flowers on the pasture with the wind.
Ask your children to know that the bones of our ancestors are buried underground; Teach your children to respect the earth and tell them that the earth is nourished by the lives of our loved ones; Tell them how red people educate their children. The earth is our mother, and the fate of the earth is the fate of mankind. If people spit on the earth, they will spit on themselves.
We know for sure that the earth does not belong to human beings; People belong to the earth, and everything works together. Maybe you and I are brothers. Wait and see, maybe, one day, white people will find that they believe in the same god as we do.
Maybe you think you can have God, just like you buy a piece of land. Actually, you can't. God is the God of all mankind. God has equal sympathy for human beings and does not pay dividends. God regards the earth as the most precious thing, and hurting it is the creator who blasphemes the earth. White people will eventually disappear with the wind, perhaps faster than other races. If you defile your bed, you are bound to suffocate in your own filth.
The physical body dies because of years, and only the power given by God can shine brilliantly in the world. It is God who leads you to live on the earth, and it is God's ignorant will that makes you manipulate white people.
Why is there such a difficult fate? We don't understand.
We don't understand why bison were slaughtered, wild horses became tame horses, the forest was full of the smell of people, and the beautiful mountain scenery was destroyed and defiled by wires.
Where is the jungle? It's gone.
Where is the eagle? It's gone
Life has come to an end,
Is not only the beginning of colorful life.
3. How to write a straw boat borrowing an arrow (abbreviation) Zhou Yu is jealous of Zhuge Liang's talent.
One day, Zhou Yu consulted Zhuge Liang about military affairs. Zhou Yu asked Zhuge Liang to build 100,000 arrows in ten days, and Zhuge Liang said that it only took three days.
Therefore, Zhuge Liang made a military order. Zhou Yu asked Lu Su to inquire about Zhuge Liang's plan.
Lu Su met Zhuge Liang. Zhuge Liang borrowed twenty clippers from him, each with thirty sergeants.
The boat was covered with a green cloth curtain, and there were more than 1000 straw handles on both sides of the boat. Ask Zhou Yu if he knows about this. At four o'clock on the third day, Zhuge Liang secretly invited Lu Su aboard.
At this time, it was foggy all over the sky, and even the other side of the river could not be seen clearly. Zhuge Liang ordered the bow to face west and the stern to face east, and told the sergeant on board to beat drums and shout.
Hearing the drums and shouts, Cao Cao ordered the crossbowman to shoot arrows in the river. Zhuge Liang ordered someone to turn the boat over, with the bow facing east and the stern facing west, still beating drums and shouting, and quickly went to the water village in Cao Jun to get an arrow.
It was almost dawn, and the straw handles on both sides of the boat were covered with arrows. Zhuge Liang told twenty ships to sail back to the south bank. Each ship has about five or six thousand arrows, and twenty ships have hundreds of thousands.
When Zhou Yu saw this, he sighed and said, "Zhuge Liang has a clever plan. I really can't compare with him! " " .
4. Practice writing (equivalent to a short diary) how to write the summer sun. In the morning, the sun rises from Ran Ran in the east, and the earth is covered with red.
Gorgeous clouds carry light and give off colorful light. The morning light shines on the lake, and the breeze rises at the beginning, and the fine waves jump, stirring the lake to pieces of gold.
At noon, the sun is no longer gentle in the morning, it shines brightly on the earth. Weeds sleep helplessly in the heat, flowers hang their heads feebly.
The wind is like a fan in a stove. It is hot, blowing on the body and burning people hard. In the evening, the sun gathered dazzling light and turned into a golden disc. Red light is sprinkled on the lake, and several pink clouds are flowing and giving off magnificent light.
When it shines on the lake, it shines; It shines on the green trees, and the green trees look greener. The sunset gave off the last ray of sunshine and left with a smile.
However, tomorrow morning, a red sun will rise from the horizon of Ran Ran! My sister is only three years old and very naughty. She always plays the big girl temper, and sometimes even her parents can't help it. Today, I went to grandma's house.
As soon as I got home, I saw my sister playing on the sofa in the living room, and I didn't care much. But wait till I get closer, okay? Why is my sister playing with my little book? I was furious and prepared to take it back.
But on second thought, my sister is too young to understand. I should treat her as my sister. So, I stopped paying attention to her.
At this time, grandma came over and said that she would go to the market to buy food, and asked me to take my sister to play at home. I patted my chest and said, "Don't worry, grandma!" " "After grandma left, I asked my sister what she wanted to play. My sister said she wanted to play with dolls.
My sister and I went to hug some dolls. I dress the doll first. Seeing that my sister was still dawdling, I went to help her. But my sister wouldn't let me, so I grabbed the doll for fear of wasting precious time.
However, my sister began to cry, so I had no choice but to return the doll to her. But, who knows, she hit me after the doll.
Today, when I took my sister home, I thought about it for a moment, and I realized that I treated my parents like this. So I decided not to treat my parents like my sister in the future.
I am a computer geek. I play games online almost every Saturday. Of course, I often look up information on the Internet, so I can study and play games. Because I fell in love with the internet, I made a lot of jokes. For example, one day surfing the Internet at home, it was time to eat before you knew it. My mother asked me to eat, and I just said "Oh". After a while, my mother asked me to eat again, and I still said "Oh". Finally, everyone finished eating, and I felt hungry, so I casually asked, "Mom, ok." Mom said, "Everyone has finished eating!" This just know what my mother just said * * *.
It's good to surf the Internet. For example, one day my teacher asked us to look for information about the changes in my hometown. I searched all the books, but I just couldn't find any information. I'm in a hurry and don't know what to do. At this time, I used my quick wits and came up with a good idea-looking up information on the Internet. I turned on the computer, looked it up on the Internet and found it in a short time. It's really "I can't find a place to get it, I can get it without effort."
Now, I have another QQ pet online, needless to say. I must feed it. Goodbye! After breakfast today, my parents went to work, and I was the only one doing my homework at home. Suddenly, I saw several bowls in the dishwashing basin.
I thought, "Mom has gone to work, or I'll help her wash it!" " "I picked up a rag, put some water in the sink, added some detergent, picked up the bowl and washed it outside from the kitchen. I accidentally dropped the bowl when I washed the first one.
I was afraid of losing another one when I washed the second one, so I washed it carefully. Fortunately, it won't fall.
I'll wash it like this. I washed it for the first time. I poured out the detergent water for fresh water and continued washing.
I washed the bowl and put it in the disinfection cabinet. I'm so excited to see these bowls so clean! I think: Mom has to cook when she comes back from work. How difficult it is! I will do more for my mother in the future, and don't make her work too hard.
5. Writing: Little pen-practicing ants are magical little insects. They are hardworking, united and loyal. In order to understand the living habits of ants, I bought a toy called "Ant World". In a transparent container, I am filled with blue dream nutrition glue, which is the food of ants, so that ants can live happily and quietly in their wheezing world for several months.
I observed two ants through a transparent container: they may have just arrived in this place and are unfamiliar with their surroundings. They kept scurrying about in the container and crawling around on the bottle wall, as if to leave this place. Look! How interesting! Two ants bumped their heads because they walked in such a hurry. After a while, they seem to gradually adapt to the environment, no longer walk around, but rest quietly in a corner, but still swing their tentacles curiously, like a naughty child.
These ants will also dig beautiful 3D tunnels in the nutrition glue. I expect the ants to dig a beautiful tunnel quickly every day. Every day after school, I went to the room to watch the "excavation progress" of the two ants, but I was disappointed every time-the nutrition glue didn't change at all, it was still the same, and the ants were still lying in that place, lazily motionless. Two days later, nothing happened. I was so angry that I almost threw the ants away. My mother said to me, "Haven't you heard of it? Haste makes waste', if you observe it for a period of time, it will always be excavated. "So I waited for two days, still the same. I'm a little anxious, looking for a "panacea" that allows ants to dig tunnels quickly. Some students said that two small holes with a depth of about 2.5 meters were poked on both sides of the nutrient glue for ants to climb in along the small holes, and some students said that dropping some honey in the small holes for ants to smell the fragrance and climb in, but there was no obvious effect. I decided to let the ants dig their own tunnels.
Finally, my efforts paid off. On the fourth morning, the ants finally dug the tunnel. At that time, my happy mood could not be described in any words. Both ants are drilling around in the tunnel and working hard. The big ant bit a piece of nutrition glue in the tunnel, climbed out of the tunnel and put it in a corner to continue working. It's really interesting. A week has passed, and many tunnels have been dug, criss-crossing, full of artistic sense, really beautiful!
Ants, what a magical little animal. Come to think of it carefully, don't we humans lack these ant spirits? Diligence, unity and loyalty are the nature of ants, and we humans should learn from them. These days, ants have taught me a lot about life.
6. How to write candles in the fifth grade lesson 15? Candle is a small sand in people's life. Candles are an ordinary and great force.
Candles lit in the dark and extinguished in the light seem insignificant. However, I want to sing a hymn for the selfless candle.
Candle's life is very dull, white and red, colorful, and her head is still tied with croissants. Life begins with the weaving of croissants.
Gradually, the flame swallowed the croissant and began to melt the main body of the candle. Dropped wax beads solidified like a string of tears.
The ancients described this indomitable spirit as "the silkworm died in spring, and the tears dried up at night". Yes! The spirit of candles is not only the object of praise of the ancients, but also our example.
Therefore, the life of candle is brilliant, and it always provides light for people from birth to death. In today's era when electric lights enter thousands of households, the role of candles seems to have disappeared.
Don't! No. When the power goes out, candles still have their own uses. White candles like jade pillars send souls to the west, and red candles like agate welcome home.
There are colorful birthday candles, symbolizing the beginning of another year, and each one is full of happy memories. Reading by candlelight makes me feel warm, and walking by candlelight makes me feel comfortable.
I'm all warm at this time! Yes, don't be a decent person, be a useful person to society. Life is as short as a candle, and it may go out at any time.
Therefore, we should all light it in the dark and put it out in the light like candles, and be considerate and useful to our country! (↖ (ω) ↗) Come on! While praising candles and life, I can't help thinking of the teachers who are diligent and tireless in teaching and educating people. They are like candles, and the flame of time melts the teacher's youth.
Teachers are the candles on students' journey, and they will always be the end of their victory, while teaching is the eternal candlelight that will always illuminate students' hearts. Candles! I praise you, illuminate others and burn your body! Teacher! I sing about you, teach my students and make myself old.
7. Writing exercise: Write about someone who touched me.
What is the meaning of life that love will keep us alive? Xinglinzi once said: "Time can win our lives, but it can't win the laughter, blessings and endless love we left along the way." She also said, "I have nothing but love." I think life is about giving love and feeling love. I feel the deepest love from my mother. She not only cares about me in all aspects of life, but also pays close attention to my study and thoughts and encourages me to move forward. She bought me so many delicious foods, but seldom took a bite. She bought me so many beautiful brand-name clothes, but she was reluctant to spend more money to buy high-end clothes for herself ... She accompanied me to study and helped me review my lessons every day. I often organize some public welfare activities to let myself experience and feel with my heart ... In short, I always try my best to care about everything. My mother is like this, so are other people's mothers, even the mothers in the animal world. I once read an article called Motherly Love. Several of these stories are deeply imprinted on my mind. One of the stories is called Statue of Motherly Love. It's about a fire in the park. After the fire was put out, people found a charred bird, its wings spread like a sculpture, and several birds climbed out from below. It turns out that mother bird knows that the fire is coming. She gave up the hope of escape, took the birds under the tree and protected her children with her life. There is also a story about a desert area in Qinghai Province that is particularly short of water. Each person can only get 3 Jin of water from afar by the garrison every day. One day, an old cow stopped the waterwheel and let himself be whipped all over with blood, but he still didn't move. When the water bearer cried and poured a basin of water in front of the old cow, I didn't expect that the old cow didn't drink the water that she had fought hard, but shouted at the sky and called her children. The injured old cow lovingly watched the calf drink water greedily and stuck out his tongue to lick the calf's eyes. The calf also gratefully licked his mother's eyes. Animals on land are like this, and so are fish in water. Have you heard of the experience of salmon migration? Salmon was born in a freshwater lake, grew in salt water in the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean, and matured after several years of life. Then, they will swim back to their birthplace to lay eggs. In the process of migration, they go upstream and have to jump over countless obstacles. Some people are exhausted on the way without jumping, and some people accidentally jump to the shore and can only lay eggs and die there. In this way, every four years, they came all the way from the distant ocean and returned to their hometown without eating or drinking for more than a month. After laying eggs, they all died. After the corpse decays, it becomes the nutrition of the small fish, helping the small fish to have enough physical strength to flow into the sea. You see, all mothers will give everything for their children. So I think life is about feeling love, giving back love and giving love.
8. 200-word Encyclopedia of Little Pen Practice 1 Grade 4: The True Meaning of Beauty (Little Pen Practice in Spring) The arrival of the spring girl changed the country into a beautiful dress with many bright and dazzling colors.
Spring girl is like a hundred flowers fairy, scattering one flower after another from the sky, white, yellow and purple; Pure, small, bright and so on. How beautiful! Like an ocean of flowers.
A gust of wind blew, and the "flower of the sea" was like an active elf. Not only flowers, but also trees.
The leaves in the field seem to be crazy, growing one leaf after another crazily. They are green and lovely! Both longan and mango trees have produced clusters of small flowers with faint fragrance. In the morning, the industrious birds chirped, as if urging people to get up and work, and the birds also flew to work.
2, small practice pen Liu "brush brush, brush brush Yahoo!" On the afternoon of March 5th, there was a washing song from the playground in Serene. Hehe, it was our red scarf team that did good things like Lei Feng! Wang Xinru and I are cleaning the playground separately. First of all, we soaked the rag in water for a while, then took it out and wrung it dry, and gently wiped the handrails of the slideway. After a while, the two slides lost their clean clothes.
Then, we began to clean the floor. While sweeping the garbage carefully, I picked up some dead branches and threw them into the bushes, which also helped the soil. After doing this, we also helped to spread the knowledge about Lei Feng Day to the children. A little brother listened and picked up a big leaf to help.
Soon, the playground took on a new look, and Wang Xinru and I smiled at each other. I am a lotus. I came to the lotus pond and saw different forms of lotus flowers.
Lotus leaves are squeezed like big green disks. Lotus flowers are not only different in shape, but also beautiful in color. Some smiling faces are white and some are pink.
I suddenly feel like a lotus, dressed in snow-white clothes, standing in the sun, dancing when the breeze blows, and the snow-white clothes flutter with the wind. I am not the only one, but also a pool of lotus flowers are dancing.
A group of friends from the Crystal Palace-small fish, also swam to the surface. Some are still spitting bubbles naughtily.
Frogs also hold concerts on the lotus leaves! The white clouds in the sky said, "There is too much dust under the blue sky. Why are you still so beautiful? " Miss Lian said with a smile, "I can't escape the dust, but I let clean water wash away the dirt for me." In the clear pond, water patterns are playing, praising the beautiful lotus flowers in unison.
4. Duckling I have raised many small animals, but the duckling impressed me the most. I remember last year, my mother picked me up from school one night and passed a small street. It happened that someone was selling ducklings.
Those ducklings are all packed in a carton, furry and cute. I couldn't hold back my inner excitement and quickly asked my mother to buy me one.
When we brought the duckling home, we were already familiar with it. Every morning, I go to the balcony to see the ducklings. When he sees me, he will be very excited, flapping his wings and screaming. Until now, it is still alive and healthy in my home, and I like my pet duckling very much.
5. I am a spring water that gently blows through the Woods, and there are slight ripples on the water surface. I am a spring in that clear spring. "Da-da, da-da", faint footsteps came, more and more clear. Soon, the cute face of the deer was reflected on the water.
It lowered its head, and I took a spring water from my side and sent it to its mouth. This is what I have to do every day.
Quenching their thirst always makes me happy. It was dark and dark clouds covered the sky.
It's raining, it's already quietly. At this time, nature will ensemble a piece of music, which is the most beautiful and beautiful voice in the world.
Naughty raindrops jumped down from the high sky and landed in my arms, making a "ding-dong, ding-dong" sound. It becomes notes and flows into the music of nature.
6. I grew up again in the rain. With the mountain, I slowly flowed forward and started a long journey. Unconsciously, I have left the mountain.
In front of us is a green field. I waved my arm and threw the water around me into the ground. He Miao smiled at me.
Looking at the blue sky, I feel particularly comfortable, and "Flower" is singing a cheerful song. Isn't the endless sea sparkling in the distance? It turns out that I have flowed into the lake and am heading for the sea.
Coming to the boundless ocean, I joined this huge group. The sea breeze blew over the sea, and I turned into a spray, rushing to the rocks on the shore and making a "snapping" sound.
The world in the sea is colorful, with all kinds of fish, corals of all colors and grotesque marine benthos ... Looking at the beautiful sky at sea, I turned into a wisp of white smoke, gently floated into the sky and turned into a white cloud. On a night of thunder and lightning, my body became heavy and the sky could no longer bear my weight.
I fell from the sky, into the forest and into the clear spring. You see, I am another spring water, and I will always be an elf of nature.
7. I am a pebble. I am a pebble. I am also a member of nature. I come from a high mountain.
The mountains are green, and the green grass is soft, covering me like a green carpet. There are still flowers on the mountain, colorful and varied. A gust of wind blew, and my body was full of flowers.
One day, a strong wind and a thunderstorm suddenly blew. It was dark and I couldn't see my fingers. Next to the grass brother, flower sister are tightly attached to me, for temporary comfort.
I heard the sound of "scratching" and suddenly felt dizzy ... when I woke up, I felt as if a gentle hand was touching me. I opened my eyes and saw a strange world: there was no grass around, and the sky above me became blurred. I thought I was dreaming, so I vaguely said to myself, "What is this place?" "This is a small river at the foot of the mountain."
A small fish that swam over heard it and said to me, "The storm just now was so big that many things were' moved' by the strong wind. You are one of them.
Welcome to our place, we will be friends in the future! Wish you a happy life! "I didn't know until I heard Xiaoyu.
9. My diary (small exercise pen) composition is in my bookcase. This is my diary. In the eyes of others, it is not rare, but it is precious to me, because at least I let it record a complete story.
When I was a child, no matter I was happy or wronged, I would talk to my diary, but only my diary remembered me. Especially when I am particularly excited, I want to find it immediately and tell my secret.
Once I was bullied, I couldn't wait to write out the situation and vent my dissatisfaction. When I got home, the picture at that time came to my mind, and I quickly wrote it out.
I feel much more comfortable after writing, but I feel that the handwriting is very dry and it doesn't look like a good article. I believe that no matter what hardships I suffer in the future, I will hold my head high and never bow my head. As long as I write, even if I keep a diary, I won't give up writing a diary.
If you read your childhood diary when you grow up, you will definitely miss your childhood life now. Rui Rui's Words: The underlined words are the words in Unit 2, Reading, Writing and Reading. The teacher asked me to write a short story with these words, so I wrote a short article.