Of course, that humble little stone didn't attract his attention at all. The worker is still enjoying the beauty of the world. I'm at a loss about that stone. Within a few days, people in the city found that something inexplicable would always fall from the sky. At first, they didn't care too much. But as time goes on, people gradually feel that something is wrong, because they not only find some small objects, but also find some homeless bodies and exquisite diaries with many words written on them ... The most terrible thing is that the sky will be like a waterfall from time to time, but it is not water, but waste and sewage.
Maybe others don't know, but those who witnessed what happened a long time ago know better than anyone, because what they threw down by themselves has been returned one by one. It didn't take long for the earth to be destroyed because of these things that pollute the environment. Where can I see traces of human beings?
After the rain, the air was as fresh as washed, and I strolled into this strange alley. On both sides of the flat asphalt road, messy leaves are piled up, layer after layer. The brick house on the left has faded and the iron sheet has been lifted. From time to time, a gust of wind blew and made a "crash" sound. On the opposite cement wall, there are still traces of water spray, and the red paint on the iron gate on the wall has been eroded by more than half, which is obviously abandoned for a long time.
Looking up, I saw the dense leaves, like an oily green cloud, only letting a few rays of sunshine enter the lane. No wonder it's dark and humid here. There are a few chirping sparrows and insects on the tree, which adds a little vitality to this ancient fragrance. Occasionally, I look back and see vines intertwined with branches. Vines crawl on branches like leaves. Others hung on the concrete wall and almost fell to the ground.
A gust of wind blew again, with the smell of grass and water vapor, blowing up the fallen leaves along the road, making the road more messy and feeling depressed, lonely and lonely. I turned around. I think maybe I don't like vicissitudes of life.
Writing 300 words in the third day of the second day quietly, quietly, Miss Qiu walked towards us unconsciously with light steps. She brought a touch of coolness and warmth.
I strolled in the wetland park, with a winding stone road at my feet. A faint fragrance came to my face and penetrated my heart. It's intoxicating. It turned out to be the fragrance from osmanthus fragrans. Golden sweet-scented osmanthus is dotted with green leaves and shines slightly in the sunset. It stands out in a piece of green.
The lawn is full of colorful chrysanthemums: red as fire, pink as chardonnay, white as snow, yellow as wax, dancing like a butterfly, smelling a faint fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. It is not surprising that I admire them.
Ants in the mud are busy carrying food in droves, as if preparing for the winter.
Not far from the river, there are several ducklings swimming leisurely. At this time, several leaves and unknown fruits fell, and one naughty leaf fell on the head of a duckling, as if putting a hat on it. But this stupid duckling doesn't know. It was attracted by the fruits falling on the water and swam towards them.
The breeze blows the river, causing ripples. At sunset, the river is like a shy little girl who blushes shyly when she sees strangers.
The wetland park in autumn is quiet and beautiful, like an oil painting hanging in the corner of Donggang.
I love autumn, especially the wetland park in autumn.
We went to the countryside in April.
It is the custom of rural people to plant melons in front of the house and bamboo in the back. Every summer, green bamboo leaves come into view, a gust of wind blows, and the green leaves shake slowly like green elves.
As usual, there are a few chickens and dogs in rural areas. If the dog makes the slightest noise, it will run to that place quickly. It's really the dog in charge. Chickens, walking in front of and behind their own houses, will always see a hen leading a group of chicks to forage in the bamboo forest, or a rooster strode up and down in the field wagging its tail.
On this fragrant morning, the sun slowly opened the dark curtains, and I slowly walked on the country road. Occasionally, I saw several sparrows flying in unison, and some birds pecking at grass seeds and the like. I breathe the air in rural My Sweetie, which smells much better than the air containing automobile exhaust in the city. Suddenly, I saw a family's vines winding around the bamboo pole on the shelf. There are a few small yellow flowers on the green leaves, which are much cuter than a pair of stone lions squatting in front of Li Cheng's door or two big flagpoles erected.
Further on, there is a small river, crystal clear, much more beautiful than the polluted river in the city. I saw some ducklings playing in the water by the river. I really want to go down and play with them.
I'm leaving. I'm reluctant to say goodbye to them. They told me the happiness of life in the country.
Every year, 300-word compositions on the second day of the year are like a flood, and they are not old every year. Flowers bloom like a tide, it's a wonderful life, people are not old, and youth hangs on their eyebrows. My heart flies over Qionglou Yuyu, remember what you said tonight.
The vast sea of people crossed Qian Fan. I have read the helplessness of "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, but you live at the tail of the Yangtze River". I have heard the sadness of "Why does my Jinse have fifty strings, and each string has a flower-like interval of youth". I have experienced the lovesickness of "I frown, but I am distracted". I have experienced the sadness of "wine-soaked lovesickness tears" ... Love embraces the world, as long as emotions light it up.
The first time the baby cried, it knocked on his parents' hearts. Since then, the sacred address of parents has returned spiritually. I hope my son will become Jackie Chan, and I hope my son will become a phoenix to accompany you through spring, summer, autumn and winter. What have you become now? Look at parents' old faces and gaunt bodies. What can you say as a child?
Pave a blank page of life, tie colorful emotions to the pen end of your heart, paint your "Yun Ni" and "Shan Lan" without regrets, and make the most beautiful picture of life for nature and tomorrow.
Morning glow is the wish of looking forward to children, and sunset is the cradle of caring for parents. Middle age is the voice of heart singing, quietly spreading love. ...
Shaoxing is called: water town, bridge town, celebrity town, etc. Water cuts the whole Shaoxing into "crumbs", and I live in these "crumbs" ...
With a splash, I jumped into the water to chase the lifebuoy I threw. In the end, I couldn't hold on any longer. I stuck my head out of the water and jumped into the lifebuoy unexpectedly. I was so happy that I swam back soon. I saw some friends coming. I am uncle Zhang Shun in their eyes, and they dare not mess with me! I'm afraid I'll faint completely!
I remember one time when I was swimming again, I suddenly felt someone hitting me with water. It should be a newcomer, because everyone knows me! I turned my head and saw "Li Kui jy". I can beat him by diving, so I decided to go to Doby. I hit him with water first, observed him carefully, then dived into the water and gave him a hard pull. He took a few sips when he was pulled underwater. I laughed again, and he never dared to mess with me again.
In our swimming team, there are not only Zhang Shun, but also Ruan Xiaowu. As soon as I touch him, I will have a fight.
When chickens fly and dogs jump, they always strive for a "water king." Once, the two of us struggled for a long time. Finally, I used my unique skill. I dive into the water. He saw me diving and got into the water. I scratched my fingers with him and ended up tied.
How I wish it would always be summer, how I wish there was no "Ruan Xiaowu", how I wish …
It's just a pity that it's autumn and I can't go swimming. How unforgettable I am when I swim! What a happy childhood!
How warm spring is; How beautiful spring is; How gentle the spring breeze is; How sweet the music in spring is; How beautiful spring is!
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Everything in spring is colorful, and the most touching thing is of course the music played when everything recovers in spring, which is euphemistic and elegant. Let's listen to the music of spring together!
Spring came, and it began to rain like a thin thread, gently falling to the ground and making a ticking sound. It floats on the bud and moistens the earth.
When spring comes, flocks of birds perch on the trees, twittering and singing, greeting each other, sharing the joy of spring and enjoying the beauty of spring.
Spring has come, spring bathes the fields and the earth, and everything recovers, awakening the sleeping heart.
Spring has come, and it has come quietly with light steps. In school, the plants beside the plastic track are all dressed in new clothes, and the green trees are swaying in the wind. Their dancing bodies rubbed against each other, a little wind blew, making a rustling sound, and the flowers raised their shy faces. In the grass, the grass stretches like it just woke up, and the seeds can't wait to come out and make a clicking sound. These voices may be cheers and praises for the arrival of spring. They sing their own voices and express their love for spring.
When everything in the world plays in unison, it is the most beautiful music, which is also the music of spring. This is the most beautiful song in nature and the most harmonious song.
My teacher has a standard apple face, khaki hair hanging over her shoulders naturally, and long eyelashes and big eyes are really beautiful.
She likes joking. One day at noon, it was her turn to divide the meal. We fill the rice one by one in an orderly way. From the first group to the eighth group, we filled in all of them. When we found some meatballs, she shouted, "Hey, we sell meatballs, so we can eat them for free. If it's not delicious, don't pay! "
Everyone was shocked. A classmate asked, "What if there is no money?"
The teacher deliberately said in a delicate tone: "People have said that if it's not delicious, you don't need money. Of course it doesn't cost money! "
After listening, the students rushed up and took the meatballs away. There is one left. The teacher said, "You don't want them?"
We all shook our heads and the teacher said, "Hey, you don't want such delicious meatballs, I ate them!" " "
The teacher picked up chopsticks and ate meatballs.
Looking at this situation, I thought to myself, "Hey, how did the teacher become a meatball seller?" Then don't sell it in the classroom, right? How strange! "
"Well, I'm finished, and I'll return the bucket!" The teacher stood up and said.
The person who returned the barrels carried them away one by one. The teacher sat down and began to grade our classroom exercise books.
She likes to laugh. Once in class, the teacher talked about bees. Just as a bee flew in, the teacher smiled and said, "Speak of the devil!" ! Do bees want to detect information? "This made us all laugh.
This is our teacher. Where there is her, there will be laughter.
300-word composition 9 "Are you born?" A middle-aged man turned around anxiously and muttered
"It's so late, why haven't you been born yet?"
"Yes, this is all anxiety."
"Wow, wow," there was a terrible cry outside.
"Born! I gave birth! But ... hey! " The midwife rushed over with a hesitant look, opened her mouth and swallowed her words abruptly.
"Is it a dead baby? You're talking! This is not urgent! " As he spoke, he ignored the midwife and walked to the child.
But now, he regrets it. The child is still alive, and his face is watery, so people can't help taking a bite. Looking at an incredible middle-aged man with big eyes and watery eyes, he kept calling "Dad" in his mouth ... Psst "Dad?" Middle-aged people act quickly to the front of the child, pick up the child and look behind the child. ...
Breathe, "how, how did this happen! My first child! God, you are unfair! " Middle-aged man with a little KuQiang shouted, he-is Meng Xifeng, Meng Lan's father.
There is a prophecy circulating in this small village: a demon will be born here, and her symbol is the imprint of a pair of black wings behind her. She was born smart and beautiful, but she was teased by fate, which killed many people and created ... But the Great Prophet died before he finished, throwing off the speculation of the world, and the final outcome became: it would kill many people and cause disaster to all mankind.
10, a 300-word composition in the second day of junior high school, uniting and connecting yellow people, white people and black people. This is peace! The force of peace is unstoppable.
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You, born in a small country in Africa, saw that the world was full of wars, so you decided to be the Secretary-General of the United Nations. After decades, your dream has finally come true.
You look amiable, your dark skin shows strong will, and your thick lips show your strength. However, only those deep eyes make me unforgettable, and sincerity, expectation and yearning emerge in your eyes.
Oh! You are always fair-Mr Kofi Annan.
I want to see your eyes, Mr. Annan. Your eyes are full of doves of peace, and you are thinking of the people of the world. You say you like red because it symbolizes peace, and you say you hate it because it is the blood of the people and the victim of war. You said you hated war. For peace, you have traveled all over the world, always conveying your love with your kind eyes.
I want to see your eyes, Mr. Annan. In your eyes, not only are you worried about this rich, poor, beautiful and painful world, but you also have strength and hope. You tell people with bright eyes that you are just and you love peace; You tell the combatants with deep and true eyes that you will not give in and that you are an ambassador for world peace.
The sky was clear, a pigeon flew by, and I smiled, because I finally understood your mysterious big eyes, Mr. Annan.
Work summary of county hospitals in 2023 1
A, nursing quality management
1. Revise the book "20xx Nursing Quality Standard" and send one