The eighth grade composition 1 spring girl walked towards us with unruly steps in a little cold. Spring, the season when everything recovers, I started a wonderful spring outing with a series of memories of winter and a series of yearning for spring.
With a feeling of expectation and excitement, I stepped on the bus and got a panoramic view of the scenery along the way. I expect my heart to be more interested in these scenery. With the scenery along the way, I finally came to this treasure land.
We were greeted by an eagle standing in the middle. It spreads its wings and is magnificent, which makes my excited heart full of expectations. After trudging through the mud, there is a city wall. This city wall has two unique doors, which is a little modern. This is Xiangyang city wall. At the gate, a soldier is holding a spear and guarding it with a serious face, making the tourists swing around without showing any slack, which makes me more interested in everything inside.
The decoration in the city wall is very common in film and television dramas, but it is really presented to me. Each booth has a certain number of goods. At first glance, it really looks like the original scene, but a closer look reveals that those fruits and vegetables, seemingly greasy pork, are all fake.
Walking inside, many people dressed in ancient costumes shouted to tourists from time to time, "Look." Interestingly, there is such a real scene in this street full of props. This is another long journey. My companions and I came to this banyan forest. There are trees everywhere. There is a path in the forest. We walked along the path to a big rockery. This should be the back of Huaguoshan water curtain cave. Going forward, we passed through a rape field, and a piece of yellow came into view, all of which showed great vitality. Inside is a peach blossom forest, not far from that rape flower, just like it, as if everyone is trying to grow up and repay the owner's upbringing.
It began to rain in Mao Mao again. The rain hit me, and I didn't feel unhappy at all. On the contrary, I let the spring rain reverberate in my heart. ...
Two days of writing in Band 8 is very blue, the blue is dazzling, and the big white clouds are just right, which is in harmony with the large rape flowers on the ground.
I followed the big army with great interest and made progress towards my goal. Take a deep breath, the air is filled with the smell of sunshine, a little lazy and warm, without the solemnity and sadness before sweeping the grave.
I was full of golden rape flowers all the way, and I was a little short of money.
Until grandpa turned into a field, the golden moment disappeared from my sight, leaving only a large piece of low broad beans. I left my pie mouth, not as beautiful as rape flowers!
I walked slowly to the same low grave, overgrown with weeds, and the tombstone was broken and unreadable. I heard that this is the place where grandpa's grandparents are buried. I yawned and looked at the paper money flying casually.
"Look, what is this!" My sister suddenly grabbed my skirt and motioned me to look at her palm. A leaf is lying there alone, no, it isn't! That leaf is curly with no gap in the middle, like a green ear.
"This is the ear of broad bean." Dad suddenly cut in with a smile in his voice. "I used to spend it with it when I was a child!" "He held out his hand and picked a broad bean ear, proudly holding it in his hand.
With a snort of cold, my sister stepped into the broad bean field and bent down to rummage through one plant after another in an attempt to find one or two plants to show off.
I rolled up my sleeves and finally couldn't stand the excitement of "I found it again" for a while. I stepped into the field without hesitation and began to search.
"You should also have the skill to find broad bean ears." Just when I searched for nothing for a long time, my uncle's gentle voice sounded in my ear, and I was worried. I looked up and looked around. I don't know when, almost the whole family took part in this irregular game, and the scene of half-bending and carefully stepping succeeded in amusing me. Maybe at this moment, I finally understand that we are looking for happiness and they are looking for lost youth.
After frantically searching for nearly half an hour, we spread our hands together. Large and small broad bean ears spread out on large and small hands, with some wrinkles, but they are all vibrant bright green. The only croton ear in my hand was out of place with the others, and then a group of us smiled at each other. Although time has left traces on their faces, their smiles are as beautiful as ours.
It was not until grandpa told us to go back that we reluctantly left the broad bean field, a place full of memories. Come back here next Qingming Festival to pick up the reopened memories.
In my life experience, many touching things happened, some of which were gradually forgotten by me because of the passage of time, but one thing last year left me unforgettable and deeply touched.
Every time I walk into a Chinese classroom or see a Chinese textbook in the past year, there will be a warm current.
It was last autumn, at the beginning of the new semester, I went back to my hometown from other places with my parents, and I transferred to the fourth grade of Liushi Primary School. The textbook has also been changed from the Soviet Education Edition to the People's Education Edition. In the first and second weeks of the semester, because I caught a cold, I had to study at home, so having the seventh Chinese book became my top priority.
Dad always buys books everywhere, in vain. Because of this, mom and dad almost quarreled, and I was even more worried.
When my classmate Zhang heard about it, she sent me her textbook without saying anything. "This is not affect your study? I can't delay your class. " I insisted not to, but he insisted on giving me self-study, saying, "I won't delay my study if I share a book with my deskmate." I can't refuse, so I have to accept. I was moved to tears and held his hand tightly, but I couldn't say a word.
Dad quickly took out his money and said gratefully, "Xiao Lei, this is your money!" " "
Mom glared at dad mercilessly and said, "One hundred dollars or ten thousand dollars? Can this be bought with money! "
Yes, there is a heart of gold in this book.
After this incident, I secretly made up my mind that when others are in trouble, I will help and care for others like Zhang.
This Chinese textbook has become a booster for me and my classmates to deepen friendship and make progress together.
The wind blows and the flowers fall. Looking for it, there is no trace.
On weekends, the teacher goes out to sketch. There are rockeries in the park with fast flowing water and scattered heights. In a small straw pavilion surrounded by several trees and flowers on the shore, several old people are drinking tea and chatting in the pavilion.
What a nice place.
We sat down and chose our own scenery to paint. On the shore, several weeping willows, swaying in the wind, are graceful. Most girls like this soft green, so they sit by the water.
"shua-shua-shua-"a rhythmic voice, gradually clear. Looking back subconsciously, an old man came along the cobblestone path. He was wearing a faded lake blue staff suit, his face was dark, and the wrinkles on his cheeks extended to the corners of his mouth. He looked sideways at a boy who was drawing with a big light yellow bamboo broom. When looking at this picture, the old man was very absorbed. Suddenly, the boy shouted at him again and again to stand aside. The old man quickly dodged, apologized, and then swept away the fallen petals and the pieces of paper left by everyone. The boy raised his eyebrows proudly and looked disdainful. Is it because of the old man or the boy that my companion left me a pie? I don't know. Now it's just a feeling that the wind has stopped.
Looking up, the willow branches are still fluttering.
The old man came up behind me and watched me draw. "The painting is very good, especially the wind and the fallen petal, which is very vivid. Have ambition ... "His goo goo audio-visual spring breeze. No one has ever praised me like this, including my teachers and parents. After the wind passed, my heart was warm and I seemed to have a little more confidence.
"Son, can you hand in your homework?" The teacher stood on the bridge not far away and shouted to us. After the papers were collected, the teacher looked through them one by one, and the old man turned to look. "These children draw well, especially the girl and the little boy just now."
Boys are still very disdainful, holding their heads high and pouting at the old man. An arrogant turn, accidentally knocked the bucket for washing pens to the ground. The color similar to silver ash defiled the path. The old man rushed over, and the towel for wiping sweat squatted there, sucking the dirty water in the gap. The boy seemed to have made a mistake and consciously went over to help clean up. The old man stopped him: "This is what I should do. You should study hard." The boy was at a loss, lowered his arrogant head and quickly said a few words of apology. The old man looked at the boy and smiled like a spring breeze man. ...
When I went back by car, the old man was still busy and didn't complain at all.
The wind blows through the hair tips, passing through the hair, and there are bursts of warmth.
It's almost dusk. The broad silhouette outlined by the sunset may still be holding a bamboo broom, raising the falling flowers and laughing, and even raising the meaning of "spring" on this May Day. How he looks like a spring breeze!
May in Sichuan is the most beautiful season in this famous land of abundance. However, a strong earthquake of magnitude 8 has seriously damaged all this beauty. All that remains is ruins and burning pain in my heart.
Homes were ruthlessly destroyed, life was no longer fresh, and the sky was bleak. Yes, at that moment, the whole country was shocked-for a time, the slogan "Don't cry in Wenchuan, come on in China" resounded throughout the country. Volunteers from all over the country, rescue teams, and a large number of materials and donations gathered here, and a lasting flower watered by faith and love stood upright in this messy land.
When I saw those green uniforms struggling desperately in the broken wall; When you see the medical staff who blend the top of the mountain with the white clouds; When I saw Premier Wen shuttling through the relief tent with tears in his eyes, I suddenly felt that this eternal flower would bloom so vigorously and brilliantly.
The powerful Chinese nation has never fallen. Now, in the face of natural disasters, we are United again, twisted into a rope, and once again "shoulder to shoulder with God" with this indestructible force.
Engineers are working around the clock to repair electricity and traffic. Drivers and passengers galloped on all the transportation lines. In addition to them, there are a group of students of my age who deserve our admiration: they dug up the hard-earned lucky money, broke the heavy piggy bank and donated it to the disaster area without hesitation. When the money was donated to the disaster area, we seemed to see their love flowing out like a spring. I also appreciate the three-year-old child who gave a team salute to the armed police uncle with his spare capacity in the ruins. ...
Two years later, the scene of Wenchuan was staged in Yushu, Qinghai. We are United again.
Yushu, that place so close to the sky, rescuers risked the lack of oxygen on the plateau and delivered relief supplies in batches. Everyone is racing against death, for relay for life. I only hope that the people there are strong and tall!
Two years ago, we fought in Wenchuan. Two years later, we shed tears in Yushu. Disaster is trying to overwhelm our great motherland. How can our descendants bow to disaster?
As an ordinary middle school student, I am weak. However, my limited ability is part of the infinite possibilities brought by unity and strength. Like most middle school students, I have no financial ability and professional skills, but we will never lose our love for the people in the disaster area.
A small orange lamp with weak light can not dispel the cold at night, but it can still warm the body between square inches. Although one person's strength is very small, one person's assistance is only a drop in the bucket for the disaster area. However,1300 million car wages can be piled together to ignite the flame; 1300 million troops are concentrated in one place, and they can be invincible!
Being strong is the reason why people in disaster areas are desperate but not desperate; Strength is also the reason why all of us are United. In the face of powerful natural disasters, we never bow our heads, just because we are so strong!
A few months ago, a lovely child came into this beautiful world. When she was born, her face was very red, her eyes were tightly closed and she cried loudly. This lovely little girl is my little cousin, nicknamed Lulu.
She has a small red face, big black eyes, a small mouth like a cherry, a small chin and a high nose. Little Lulu loves to eat. She never stopped drinking milk powder, but drank it all at once for fear that others would take it away.
When she sleeps, she is very interesting. Sometimes she laughs, sometimes she cries and sometimes she even moves her eyebrows. Her little hand kept scratching and once scratched her little face red.
Her biggest problem is that people hold her to sleep, as if she feels safe. She cried as soon as she put it down, so we had to hold her to sleep first and then put it down when she fell asleep. She is very clever. She will sleep for a while, then open her eyes to see if anyone is holding her. If not, she will change her face immediately. If there is, she will have a smile on her lips, as if to say, "Let's see if you dare to put me down."
As time went on, Lulu grew up, and she began to be afraid of strangers. She cries when she sees strangers, especially when she takes a shower. Once, she began to cry as soon as she went up the stairs. I don't know how she knew to give her a bath.
She likes playing very much now. If she likes a toy, she will put it down. If she is tired of playing with a toy, she will throw it on the ground and others will help her pick it up. She will still throw it on the ground and laugh strangely.
Hey, this Lulu is really smart. Hey, I won't tell you, I'm going to hug her again.
Opening my drawer is like opening a door to a strange world. I saw colorful marble, grotesque clay sculptures and dazzling trinkets in the drawer ... I wandered in the strange world in the drawer.
It's good to have a beautiful drawer, but what should I do when the drawer is in a mess?
The drawer in the room is my "secret box" I hid the broken glass, the failed test paper, the love letter that the boy gave me ... all the secrets that no one could know. After a long time, the drawers are like garbage dumps! So, I set about finishing. When I picked up the broken glass, I suddenly thought, "Should I apologize to its owner?" When the other hand picked up the test paper, he thought, "I should honestly hold it and sign it for my mother!" " "And the love letter, I should also express my meaning to him! Confucius believes that an upright person is open and poised, and villains often have the same fate-as a gentleman, there should not be so many unbearable secrets. Sorting out drawers became a confession to myself, and those unknown secrets were swept away by me within a week. I was scolded and forgiven. Since then, my "secret box" has been emptied, and there are no secret big stones in my heart.
I am a proud person. When I have friction with others, I often hide my face and apologize, and lock these unpleasant things in my drawer and stop asking questions. Once in class, I accidentally knocked over a classmate's kettle. I walked away without saying a word, but that classmate said loudly, "Hum! If you apologize, don't say it, there will be retribution! " I'm surprised. When I get home and lie in bed thinking, I think I may need to change my attitude. Suddenly I found myself always restless, and I always felt chest tightness and irritability. Now I know why. Because there are too many sundries in the drawer. The next day, I said to that classmate, "I'm sorry, can you forgive me?" He smiled, and I laughed with him. I was surprised to find that I haven't laughed for a long time. The last ball hit my sister and her head bled; I haven't apologized. I wrote a letter under her desk mat, and the next day she wrote back and said, "Forget it!" " "I feel a warmth. I didn't do well in the exam yesterday, so I was scolded by my father and pushed back. I told him I was sorry, and my father smiled kindly and said, "Just try your best next time!" " "Sunshine, shine into my heart!
Whether it is a drawer in the room or a drawer in the heart, it is necessary to clean up if it is messy; It is necessary and happy to have a lovely drawer! Remember! Remember!
I will continue to wander in this strange world full of marble and decorations. ...
88 composition is the root of falling leaves; Home is a nest that a lonely goose can yearn for; Home is the sea that rivers can embrace; Home is the coast on which ships can rely.
Before junior high school, I believe that students will not think of having a second home-21class. This is a warm big family. Seventy-two children and a mother wove a net marked "Twenty-one" with love.
The ancients said: "Rivers can be deep because they don't choose small streams, and Mount Tai can be big because it doesn't allow soil." Shining class 2 1 consists of seventy-two rays, all of which are indispensable. Unity is synonymous with us. There are no two identical leaves in the world. We learn from each other and help each other. Warm and harmonious 2 1 class will always be the cradle of our growth.
Fate brought our 72 children and our mother to Taian No.6 Middle School. We got to know each other in this big family. In more than X weeks, we became familiar from strangers. It was a wonderful process, but it was this process that created a brilliant 2 1 class! It has been xxx days since that summer two years ago. We used this short and long xxx days to create one miracle after another! We firmly believe that the change of quantity is the embodiment of success!
Twenty-one, as you can see, two plus one is unique and one of the best. We are glad that we are a member of Class 2 1, because Class 2 1 is the best class, not one, but the only one.
Twenty-one is a kind of spirit, the spirit of self-improvement; Twenty-one is a kind of persistence, and the dripping stone wears the iron pestle into a needle; Twenty-one is still a will, where there is a will, there is a way! We know that we are not the cleverest, but we believe that we are the most diligent!
Four years of life is full of challenges, and we have worked hard for the honor of our class countless times. In the storm, we are full of vitality and dependence; In the fog, we are full of courage, never give up and are not proud of winning or losing! We firmly believe that failure is only an episode of success. We yearn for success, and we are not afraid of failure.
On the road of growing up, you left me a slightly successful and firm footprint. I am very happy to have you with me, and I am very happy to have such a big family! Although four years is not a long time, it is enough to make our feelings deep. Now that four years have passed halfway, the pain is just an episode! Laughing and laughing, we walked hand in hand. Smiling face is your comfort to me. A noise is our eternal memory.
Here, we learned to cherish sincere friendship and keep fragrant flowers. Here, we learned to forget the unpleasantness of the past and look forward to a bright future! This is our group of children, lovely and frank, this is our favorite class, our common home!