The fog gradually thinned, and the soft snowflakes fell from the gray sky and suddenly landed in the glade, so natural and unrestrained, so comfortable.

It is the essence of water and the soul of ice. They seem to be dancing to the strong cold melody of the north wind. They miss this vast land so much that they are eager to move their feet and kiss the long-lost land. Mother Earth happily accepted these returning children and embraced them in her broad bosom. It is frost's sister and the messenger of winter. How different it is to stare silently!

Snowflakes like goose feathers keep falling and weaving into a snow curtain all over the sky. Like catkins, it is as white as silver, as warm as jade, one after another, in clusters, falling in Ran Ran, shining with cold silver. Is it an angel sent by God? There are still people who scatter countless transparent and white pear petals in the sky.

Look through the white snow curtain, oh! What a snowy world! Thousands of trees seem to be full of pears. Between the layers of leaves, snowflakes are dotted with flowers, some are graceful and open, some are bashfully banging on bones and dancing with the vibration of branches, which is so charming. The small leaves that lost their lives were decorated with snowflakes and regained their charm. Chimonanthus praecox and Pinus ponderosa are friends, and the faint fragrance is intoxicating. The house was covered with frost, the willow branches turned into silver bars, and the wall was like a long snake with a white back, facing the gray curtain in the distance. Really beautiful!

At this time, the wide fields are covered with snow-white quilts and become beautiful and moving, just like a girl with a green background and a white coat dancing, so quiet and elegant, especially the snow.

Snowflake is like a flying butterfly, shining her "wings" happily, as if to scatter glittering snowflakes on the earth and let the earth rest under the soft bed curtain. Pregnant with the growth of the new year.

Snowflakes are floating gently, floating ...

Someone I admire most.

Some people admire Ronaldo who is all-powerful on the football field; Some people admire Beethoven, a musician who can play countless beautiful music; Some people admire Lu Xun, who is knowledgeable; Some people admire ... but I admire an ordinary English girl. Guess why?

Words have to start from last year's world-class disaster-the Indian Ocean tsunami. In Puma Island, a tourist resort in Thailand, an English girl and her mother followed a tour group to visit. One day, the weather was fine, and the little girl and her mother went swimming in the blue waves. Just as they were having fun, the little girl found many dead fish floating to the shore. At the same time, bubbles appeared on the water from time to time, and the tide receded far away. The little girl remembered a tsunami open class at school not long ago. The teacher said that all the signs before the tsunami were completely consistent with the current phenomenon. The little girl told her mother anxiously, "Mom, the tsunami seems to be coming soon. Tell everyone to run!" " Her mother was a little skeptical at first, but after listening to her daughter's analysis, she shouted, "The tsunami is coming, run!" Everyone ran away! " After listening to my mother's advice, everyone went ashore and fled to places far away from the sea, but some people were still picking up colorful shells by the sea, unaware that death had quietly approached them. The little girl saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, so she went up to persuade. After her unremitting efforts, those people finally listened to her persuasion and went ashore. The little girl is right Sure enough, after a while, the tsunami came. The waves are getting higher and higher, and in an instant, the houses by the sea are swallowed up by the tsunami. People are doomed when they are at the seaside!

I admire her for saving so many people! I admire her for applying the knowledge in class to daily life! I admire her for being so calm in such a dangerous situation! I admire her. ...

I love my family.

Someone once asked me, "What do you love most in my life?" I replied, "My home."

I love my family, my family's careful care for me, and the affection between my family.

When my mother was hanging clothes, she saw the tree opposite waving to her. My mother said to me, "be careful, son, it's windy outside." Put on more clothes and don't catch cold. " I took my best friend to play at home, and my father said to me, "Be careful, he may be a bad boy." One day, grandma and I went to buy fruit and asked for an aisle. I looked both ways. No car. I just want to cross the street. Grandma stopped me and said, "Be careful, watch the car." I looked back at my grandmother. Her face was full of worry and anxiety. This is all my family cares about me.

I love my family, I love its warmth and happiness.

Once, I got an anal fistula and needed an operation. When I heard the news, my heart jumped into my throat. My face is full of fear and worry. I was too scared to sleep that night. My mind is full of painful expressions and scenes during the operation. My parents took me to the supermarket to encourage me and bought me a remote control car. I was very happy, got a little comfort and fell asleep. The next day, I went to the operating table, and the nurse aunt said to me earnestly, "Nothing, it will pass soon." But I'm still scared. It is time. After anesthesia, I feel the feeling of cold scalpel. My meat was cut off. I couldn't help crying out loud because of the unbearable pain. I feel more and more painful. The whole building is filled with the sound of my heart breaking. I seem to hear my parents crying slightly. The deeper the surgical knife cuts, the louder I cry. I heard my parents crying. My crying seems to be.

The operation is finally over. When I was pushed out of the operating room, I saw my parents' eyes as red as ripe apples, and my mother kept wiping away tears. Seeing that I was all right, my mother got a little comfort and smiled with tears.

When a person has nothing, it can also be called happiness, because he still has a family who loves him and a home. If a person doesn't love his family and loses his happy home, what will his life be like?

I wish all families in the world warmth and happiness.

My childhood

My childhood is colorful. Innocence and sweetness flow in my childhood, which will always make people have unforgettable memories.

I remember when I was five years old, I was playing freely in my room on a sunny Sunday ... Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the hall. I heard a voice and saw my father sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and shaving with a strange thing in his hand. I opened my eyes and asked my father inexplicably, "Dad, what is this?" "Oh, you ask this, right? This is a little assistant who shaves my dad! " As soon as the voice fell, my father shaved off his beard with a big smile on his face, which was really enviable. I just stood there, thinking.

The next morning, after I got up, I accidentally found a few beards on my little white dog's mouth, and suddenly my eyes lit up: Hey, use its special weapon to tidy up the dog's hair. I dance for my cleverness. At first, I looked around and felt safe, so I took action and crept to my father's room. Ha, I found that strange thing with no effort. I jumped and jumped, let alone how happy I was! Came to the yard, I grabbed the little white dog, willy-nilly, three times and two times to shave the little white dog's beard completely. I looked at my "masterpiece" and was very happy. I thought: My parents will give me a good compliment when they come back. ...

As night fell, my mother finally got off work. I had the cheek to tell my mother what happened today with a smile. After my mother heard this, I was really dumbfounded that day. I am really a monk-I am at a loss. My mother told me earnestly, "A dog's beard is of great help to him. You can't just cut it to help." When you grow up, look up the information yourself. "

With the passage of time, this is already a note in my heart that makes me think deeply. Whenever I think of it, I always laugh. This is also a diary full of joy in my heart.

love

About love, love in the world includes affection, friendship, love, strangeness,,,

Love is subtle and cannot be changed. When a person is kind to you, you will feel warm as spring. When a person says you are cute, you can't help laughing. When someone praises you, you go forward bravely and are not afraid of difficulties.

Eben is innocent, please believe me. When you are taught by your parents, please remember that love is for your own good at this time; When you quarrel with your classmates, please remember that there is love between you, and whoever is wrong should apologize; When you hate someone, please remember that the world is beautiful, forget everything and start over.

What we meet and what we have may all be illusions, but we all want to believe it, don't we?

Happiness of friends Spring is as bright as a hundred flowers, summer is as hot and enthusiastic as summer, autumn is as happy as harvest, and winter is as cold as snowflakes. Remember, you won't know how to cherish it until it disappears.

Some people, some things, are fresh in their memories in a whirl. This is a fact, isn't it?

No one can confiscate anyone's love, nothing can stop progress, and nothing is worth being sad about.

Some people never know themselves, some people we never know what he or she is thinking, and some people are just passers-by in life, aren't they?

Meeting the right person at the right time is a lifelong happiness; Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a heartbreak; It is absurd to meet the wrong person at the wrong time.

The world is small and limited to what you can understand, but before you know it, there won't be only one, will there?

Sometimes you have to have it in your life, and you can't always insist on it. Well, all sadness always leaves a trace of happiness. All regrets always leave a perfect corner.

I walked through the dusk like the wind blowing to my plain, and I thought of you in the dusk.

Thank you, teacher.

The person I admire most is my Chinese teacher. He has always cared about me. He comforted me when my grades dropped; When my grades improved, he encouraged me; When I encounter difficulties in my life, it is also him, my Chinese teacher, who is helping me. My Chinese teacher has given me so much luck that I don't know how to repay him.

I remember when I first started school, I was very shy in class and didn't dare to raise my hand to answer questions. It was the Chinese teacher He who gave me this opportunity to speak. It was the Chinese teacher He who inspired me to overcome my timidity. It was He, the Chinese teacher, who used encouraging words to rebuild my confidence, summon up courage and find my confident self.

Once, something happened in my family. It was him, my Chinese teacher, who called me outside the door and healed my inner wounds with warm words. It was my Chinese teacher, He, who helped me out of the predicament with that kind word and finally overcame the difficulty.

The actual actions of the Chinese teacher are inspiring me, touching me and influencing me. Sometimes, I am glad that I met such an amiable and good teacher.

Although I sometimes make the teacher angry, and sometimes even ignore the teacher in anger, the teacher's concern for me has not decreased, but has increased a lot.

I admire the sacred title of "teacher". If the teacher is a piece of land, then I am a plant growing on the land; If the teacher is a sky, then I am a white cloud living in the sky, if …

Ah, I will never forget my Chinese teacher's concern and love for me. This Chinese teacher's behavior will benefit me for life.

Finally, I can only say: Teacher, you have worked hard.

Thank you, teacher.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, there were four beautiful young female teachers in the school. Fortunately, one was assigned to our class. I heard that they all just graduated from college. I feel glad that although I don't know her personality, I finally got rid of the boring teaching methods of those old teachers.

She is our Chinese teacher and head teacher. She wears a pair of glasses and a ponytail. Her round face is inlaid with a small and exquisite mouth and two bright eyes. She often wears jeans with white sneakers and a white shirt.

Her class is very good, and there seems to be a little abstruse in its simplicity. It was a hot summer at that time. After a class, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and there were often several beads of sweat on her forehead. Perhaps for this reason, her classmates listened with relish and seemed to be absorbed.

She not only speaks well in class, but also educates people first-class. There is a naughty boy in our class. He is always making trouble. Once, he got into trouble again. Because I didn't witness what happened to him, I knew nothing about it. I only remember that the teacher asked us to read the text, but she called the classmate to the back of the classroom and told him a big pain. Unlike other teachers, she didn't kill everything with a stick. She relies on her small and exquisite mouth. She taught the classmate a lesson, and then the classmate cried. The teacher seemed very moved. He immediately took out toilet paper from his pocket and gave it to the classmate. At this time, the classroom was so quiet that the whole class seemed to be moved by this scene. After the teacher noticed, he turned around and said, "Let's preview the text quickly." At the moment when she looked back, I saw the anxiety and helplessness in her eyes.

Strange to say, since then, that classmate seems to have stopped making trouble long ago. How many teachers have had headaches for this classmate? I didn't expect the uneven stick to be persuaded by her mouth. I really admire her. I really admire her.

Yes, people say that teachers are like candles, which illuminate themselves and others. Isn't this the spirit in her?