Chapter 1: Looking forward to the arrival of spring, looking forward to, looking forward to the whole winter. Look, spring is coming.
Uncle Feng blew the branches green, and the water doll bleached the goose feathers. When I saw the first small fish, I was excited to catch it, but I released it lovingly. Teacher Chun wakes up the hibernating animals and takes them to play and run together. She dressed me in spring clothes, just like a bird with new feathers. Me, running on the path and playing on the grass. I, lying by the stream, listened carefully to the jingle of the stream, accompanied by larks in the sky. The lonely old tree is getting younger! It shakes its branches and calls for birds. I suddenly found that my side was covered with grass.
There are many beautiful and colorful pictures in spring. As long as you observe them carefully, you will find many, many …
Chapter 2: I look forward to this Sunday as our rest day, but I pass by every Sunday. There is no more meaningful activity in the street except reading, writing and visiting the park.
I hope that one Sunday, under the guidance of my teacher, I will go to the countryside happily and experience rural life for myself. Now we live in a beautiful city with plenty of food and warm clothes, but we just don't know how to grow food and vegetables.
I don't want to be a person who doesn't care about whole grains. In the future, we will become a laborer. Now we should go deep into the countryside, experience the life in the countryside, mingle with the peasants, play together, live together, work together, learn from them and receive their education.
Now we can only understand the countryside from books, which is not as good as Li Bai, a great poet thousands of years ago. It was not until he went deep into the countryside that he wrote Sympathy for Farmers. Modern writer Mao Dun's rural trilogy "Spring Silkworm", "Autumn Harvest" and "Residual Winter", and Zhao Shuli's novels "Sanliwan" and "Changes in Li Jiazhuang" are all the results of in-depth understanding of the countryside.
I am looking forward to such a Sunday, under the leadership of the teacher, to understand the new weather and changes in the countryside and broaden my horizons. After returning home, I can write a true rural composition to express our love for the countryside.
Chapter 3: I hope to leave school for a few days in winter, and the past scene is still reappearing in front of me-inscription.
My school is in the west of Hangzhou, which is a very secluded place. Of course, modern industry is here, just between Heshan (Xiaoheshan, the forest park in Hangzhou) and Xixi (the wetland in Hangzhou), so the air will not be as dark as in the city. I don't know why, the snow in the mountains is always generous, sometimes even in early winter.
The school has its own personality, which is very different from others. It always lacks the harshness of winter, but it warms the country more. The cold wind came in early winter and late autumn, and the wind was very sharp, leaving a series of roads on my face. However, I am very strange. I like to be wrapped in slightly bloated clothes and ripple on the road. Dead leaves will not be swept away, so some extremely strong or new leaves will be blown away by the wind. I can listen to them.
I was very sad last winter and had to face the exam. Therefore, it is my hope to walk in the hazy moonlight in winter after the hard night self-study. My hope will be strong, but my courage is that there is no mountain. You can see the canteen at the corner of the path. Dining halls often like to be in front of the Moon Mountain. Now it's the season, I'm afraid people can't touch the arrogant moon now. My friends often ask me, "Why do you always like watching stars?" And I always like to answer, "Always give me hope."
I don't feel tired walking back and forth. There are surprises every day. Surprise may have the meaning of life. This is so many surprises that I have a different life from others. Children outside Hangzhou have the same hope, and the grayish snow on the mountain always falls inadvertently.
In winter, the glass of the classroom is covered with snow and frost, which is dispersed by the hot air exhaled in the classroom in the morning and becomes steam floating into the sky, thus creating a surprise. Steam turns into water, then into snow, and falls on the window of the classroom, just a reincarnation. Yes, of course I want to go. I think the snow in a warm country is always weak, which is the character of Jiangnan people. I was so absorbed in class that I didn't notice the window. I really went out after class and saw the mountains behind me were all white and foggy, which looked a little gray. The sky is gloomy and the trees in front of the door are tightly wrapped. My hands can't help freezing, wet and painful. It melted in an instant. This is my temperature. Let it cycle again. Its life span is short, indeed.
Bypass means walking and reciprocating every day, and it is the same on snowy nights, except that there is residual snow, which is very thick and rarely warms the country. I buried the land to keep out the cold air outside. I wrapped it very thick. "It's not cold when it snows, but it's cold when it melts." This is a reminder from my teacher after the snow, probably to keep warm. The moon on this day is a little stingy, I don't know if it is afraid of the cold and hides.
Now, I have left the sky I love. In the season when the sky is no longer burning, I look forward to that winter, and I can still walk in the snow. I look forward to it. ...
I am looking forward to welcoming the Olympic Games as the biggest event in our country this year, so our school has also organized many activities to welcome the Olympic Games.
This year, our school added aerobics during recess, held the Guinness activity of planting materials on campus, physical education class grading activity ... teachers also increased, running training during recess, and learning to beat Tai Ji Chuan.
People all over the world are most concerned about the torch relay on Mount Everest in the Himalayas, which is the highest place in the world and the place with the biggest weather change. Few people climb to the top of the mountain from the north slope, and we in China will carry on the Olympic torch relay there. This is the pride of China people, and foreigners will never look down on us China people and never say that we China people are the sick man of East Asia!
In order to welcome the arrival of the Olympic Games, our group also organized the activity of "I am a little environmental guardian" under the leadership of the group leader and fought for it. During the activity, everyone took the initiative to care for flowers and trees and contributed their own strength to environmental sanitation and beautification. In order to meet.
With the coming of the Olympic Games, everyone in our group also drew a picture, the content of which is about welcoming the Olympic Games. When the Olympic flame is passed in Jiaxing, we will watch it in front of the TV and hold up photos to show people how much we love the Olympic Games! Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I drew five Fuwa on this painting. In addition, a torchbearer is running forward holding the torch high, and people on the side are watching, holding the national flag high and shouting "Come on, China! Come on for the Olympics! " .
I am looking forward to the relay of the Olympic flame in Jiaxing, and I am looking forward to the early arrival of this day!
Chapter 5: I hope the sky turns blue. In my eyes, all the mothers in the world are eccentric ... the night quietly devours the blue sky. Whenever this time, I think of quarreling with my brother: when I do my homework, my brother picks me; When he is seldom free, he makes trouble without reason, which makes me extremely angry. So, I quarreled with him. But always at this moment, a voice will ring in my ear: "As a girl, why can't you leave that boy alone and always make trouble?" You don't even look at Xiaoling next door. How nice she is! There is no girl like you. "The words sound just fell and an angry figure came up with a bamboo whip and hit me at once ... All this will make me uncomfortable most of the day. who is it? Who made me a girl? Why are there such strange mothers in the world? Why? My heart is full of anger, and tears can't help pouring out of my eyes. Mom is so weird. She gives her brother a lot every time she buys something, while I only have a little. Many times I turned against my mother for this, and every time my mother would say, "Girls don't have to eat so much. It's good for your brother, your father and me. "
I gave you too much. What's the use? Don't haggle over every ounce. After listening to my mother's words, my heart hurts like a knife: why are only boys filial to their parents? I can't? Will every boy be filial to his parents? In my family, only my grandmother loves me. She often says to me, "Don't dispute with your brother, it's not good for you. Although you have suffered a lot of grievances, you must be strong, even for your new life in the future! " Grandma may know that in my heart, there are many unspeakable grievances. However, I don't know why I have to bear these things that don't belong to me-again and again. Does grandma know? There is not a trace of "blue" in the dark sky because it is late at night. I'm sitting alone by the bed, my eyes are wet. Through the crystal tears, I saw my mother's indifference and my future: there was my mother's smile at me. ...