-inscription under the clear sky, your smile is so dazzling and pure. At home, the sun shines on the glass table through the screen window of the shutter.
On the sofa, you are still asleep. You are still smiling, and your face is very round, which makes me feel the urge to pinch. The way you smile is really cute.
Looking at your little smile, Hu has a ripple in his heart. "Sister, come on, I want to play."
A little boy in front shouted at me. There was a cry in her voice.
There's nothing I can do. My wallet is getting thinner again. Who told me I was your sister? After paying the money, you ran into the playground with a smile on your face.
I'll follow you, too, in case something happens to you. You are still the bright smile playing with your friends, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the darkness, more like a sunflower welcoming the dawn.
Watching, I was distracted again. "Sister, I accidentally fell down just now."
My brother stepped forward and brought me back to reality. "ah? Where did you fall? " I am in a hurry.
Who knows, he was in pain just now, but now he is clever enough to comfort me. "Nothing, sister, don't worry."
I look helpless, such a younger brother. The sun has been leaning against the western hills, and he put away his dazzling light, like a shy little girl, leaving a golden halo around him.
"We're going home." "hmm."
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on our shoulders, stretching our figure. Over eighty years old, I can't forget your smile.
-Postscript.
2. How to write my favorite item in the fourth grade composition of primary school students?
I have a favorite toy racing car as a gift from my aunt. It is fifteen centimeters long and five centimeters wide. That's what it looks like Its whole body is made of purple and yellow plastic. It has eight black wheels, round and smooth. Equipped with invincible motors, transmission wheels and other components. It brings me unlimited fun, and I like it very much!
Once, I said to it, "Do you dare to compare with other people's cars? I believe you will succeed! " I stared at it and secretly cheered for it. It also seems to see through my mind, as if quietly saying to me, "little master, I will do my best and won't let you down." Don't worry about me, just wait and watch the drama! " I took it to the venue to prepare for the game. One, two, three, go. "Let's go! My racing car runs forward as fast as an airplane. My racing car is called No.1. I shouted, "No.1, open your secret weapon-invincible motor. "It suddenly accelerated a lot. My heart is nervous to my throat, only the last lap is left! Great! Great! My car is the first to reach the finish line. " We won! Friends! "I said, kissing my car. Because it was disappointing, it didn't disappoint me.
I like my racing car very much, and sometimes I sleep with it. When I sleep, I leave it on and go wherever I want. I drove it to Beijing and saw the Great Wall of Wan Li. It really looks like a long dragon, symbolizing the heroism of the Chinese nation. I drove it to the American Museum of Science and Technology. Wow! Giant dinosaur, indomitable spirit, it opened its mouth as if to eat me. Many aliens seem to be coming towards me. How terrible! I feel horrible. I turned and ran. I ran very fast, and soon I came to the bank of the Yangtze River and saw the ups and downs of the Yangtze River. I thought, "this is really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves before!" "
"Wake up ..." I was awakened, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning when I opened my eyes.
My little racing car, how much I love you!
3. Love under the Umbrella [Love under the Umbrella] In my memory, there are many people who have helped me. I am very grateful to them, but what I want to thank most is my father, because there are things buried in it that are fresh in my memory! It was a cold afternoon and the rain kept falling. A cold wind roared and wrote down the love under the umbrella. I don't have an umbrella, which is really annoying. At this moment, I saw a familiar face. Dad, I cried. Dad had a smile on his face, and I took his arm and walked into the rainy world together. Walking, I suddenly found my umbrella crooked. Strange, it is obviously tilted to my side. I asked my father puzzled. My father looked at me affectionately, touched my head and smiled without a word. Inadvertently, I found my father's shoulders shaking. At the moment, it is raining harder, and the raindrops are as big as soybeans, forming a huge curtain between heaven and earth. Seeing this, the father quickly said, son, are you cold? Put on this cotton-padded jacket! In order not to worry dad, I said, dad, I'm ... not cold, please wear it. Hearing this, dad frowned and looked a little angry. He said gruffly, if I let you wear it, you can wear it. Rdquo can't help it, because I clearly know that my father's words are not negotiable, so I have to obey and put on a cotton-padded jacket. At this time, my eyes were full of tears, and my tears fell like broken beads. Those are touching tears ... what a warm word love is. It adds sweetness to my life. It created a miracle for my growth. That's the love my father gave me! Grade 3, Hechi Experimental Primary School, Jinchengjiang District, Hechi City, Guangxi: Wei Yaxin.
4. Rewrite the composition. I am my son. I am my son.
Son, a pure word, today is different. Today's children are puppets of score control ... for example, now, children can't rest during summer vacation. Even if the Education Bureau explicitly prohibits make-up classes, it may be superficial. The school is constantly making up lessons, constantly putting pressure on students and instilling an idea in them. If you don't swim forward, you will definitely drown.
Can't you give your child a blue sky and white clouds childhood? Can't you pull children out of the ocean of homework and problems?
If I have a child, I won't force him to study, but I will let him study. I won't ask about his grades. First of all, I will take him out to see the sea, see a blue sea and tell him how beautiful the world is. I laugh when I watch children laugh.
If I have children, I will spend 60% of my time with them. Parents, ask yourself how long you haven't played with your children, how long you haven't chatted with them, how long you haven't been with them, and how lonely they are. You know, although children laugh all day, some children are very sensible, but you don't know, they don't want to give you trouble, they just want you to laugh. Ask the children, really? If I have children, I won't teach them indiscriminately. Some parents think they know more than their children. When their children make mistakes, they always educate them with various life truths. But you often don't know that children sometimes have more truth than you, but they dare not publish it. When some children publish, parents will severely scold him, or use all kinds of fallacies, or forcibly break the child's thinking, "You are wrong, I am right", because you can't lose face. But children will never express their opinions again, because they know they will be beaten ... absurd, absurd, parents, children, education, what a wonderful relationship between them. ...
If I have children, will my wish come true?
5. Composition "The stream is a naughty child" The stream in my hometown clinks in spring, humming a beautiful song like an affectionate girl.
In the crystal clear stream, fish swim leisurely in the stream, making people stop to watch. The stream flows to the center, and there are several big stones, which are black and shiny.
The impact of the stream and the splash of water add a bit of interest. The banks of the stream are covered with wild flowers, red, yellow, blue, white, purple and colorful, weaving a colorful wreath for the stream.
The weeping willows gently shook their long hair and danced with the stream. The stream in spring is full of vitality.
In summer, the stream is more charming. The stream is shining with the sun, and the water surface is shining like a star.
The children went to the stream to pick up stones and then threw them into the stream. The stream splashed with water, and "pearls" were sprinkled on both sides like flying beads and rolling jade. On rainy days, rain frogs "sing" in droves.
At this time, if you come to the stream, you will only hear the sound of "quack". That's the rain frog singing the Summer Symphony! Frogs rise and fall regularly.
The stream is also happy, with dimples on its face and laughter. The stream in summer is beautiful and charming.
In autumn, the stream becomes a quiet little girl. Flowing quietly and slowly.
It is neither lively in spring nor charming in summer. However, she is also unique.
When the yellow leaves fall, the stream catches them and lets them drift. Leaves slide on the water like golden boats.
The fish also sank into the water, probably cold! The stream in autumn is very quiet. In winter, the rising mist is like a gauze mask of a stream.
Why doesn't Xiaoxi show his repaired face to others? Shyness, or ... this reminds people of a seemingly mysterious realm. The stream sent to heaven is extremely mysterious.
I love the mountains, rivers, flowers and trees in my hometown, but I love this stream in my hometown even more! This winding stream has been gurgling in my heart ... there is a stream in the west of my hometown village. Slowly flowing eastward, if you stand on the top of a high mountain, it looks like a green ribbon tied around the waist of the village.
I miss the clear stream flowing from behind my hometown and across the fields-colorful pebbles in the stream and gorgeous spring, summer, autumn and winter by the stream. In spring and March, the stream looks particularly clear and bright.
Colored pebbles and happy fish are obvious. In particular, the flowers by the stream are in full bloom, and the grass is also flourishing at this time.
The spring breeze gently brushed my cheek with her gentle hand, as if those flowers and plants were waving to me at this time. The biggest bud by the stream is the wild lily in bud.
Open so gorgeous, lovely, full of vitality, vivid image, stubbornly growing in soil without fertilizer. In September, Woxi is more beautiful.
Clusters of dandelions on the river bank, with white velvet seeds, are flying in the wind. The maple leaves in the distant mountains, which were full of red leaves a few days ago, suddenly fell to the ground, and some fell on the stream and died with the water.
In winter, it will snow on the stream in my hometown. Snow is like cotton wool, snow is like reed flowers, and snow is like dandelion velvet, fluttering in the air under the wind.
This stream is light green in spring, green in summer, light green with yellow in autumn and clean green in winter. There is a little mature temperament in the cuteness of this small stream, just like me ... The gurgling stream has swept away my childhood, and the ancient stone bridge beside the stream has engraved my deep memory, and the stories in the memory are as many as maple leaves.
The stream in my hometown has no special name or surging momentum, but it attracts me deeply with its unique charm. At this time, it is spring, and the vast and flat land on both sides of the strait reveals the spring scenery of the hometown streams.
Willow began to grow green leaves on the bare branches. The more the spring breeze blows, the brighter their green will be.
Finally, they seem eager to bloom like flowers, squeeze into the branches and compete with each other. These tender green buds gradually turn into dark green, with their heads held high and their postures exposed.
On the ground, green grass also emerged from the ground, swaying with the spring breeze. They exude the fragrance of earth and symbolize the arrival of spring.
At this time, the stream in my hometown is full of the breath of spring. In the early morning, the crystal dew shines in the soft sunshine, just like a gold and silver diamond ring embedded in the grass tip that seems to be dripping with oil.
The wind blew gently, making people feel a little cold. As if the lawn was covered with a layer of silvery white frost, it was fresh and mysterious.
Stream in my hometown There is a beautiful stream in our village, which is clear and transparent all year round. Xiaoxi is a musician.
Sometimes, when I feel lonely, I quickly run to the stream, and the stream plays a cheerful tune for me to ease my sadness, so I am not lonely. Xiaoxi is a brave man who is not afraid of difficulties.
Sometimes, when it meets a stone, it is not afraid. Instead, I rushed across the stone with my chest held high and my head held high. It's also splashed with water, which is very beautiful.
Xiaoxi is a painter. During the day, it paints itself with the golden light of the sun.
At night, it paints its arms with silver starlight. The stream is our "stream of life".
The villagers like it very much, so this clear stream flows like a crystal belt. But the guests who come here don't cherish it.
Some people throw banana peels in it, others spit in it. The stream flows quietly.
But we couldn't stand it, so we said to our guests, "This stream is like our' stream of life'. How can it be destroyed? " The guest bowed his head in shame. I hope the villagers will take good care of this stream and let it flow forever like our life.
The stream in my hometown is a beautiful scenery. Spring is full of vitality, summer scenery is pleasant, autumn is fruitful, and winter is ice and snow.
Whenever I go back to my hometown, I want to see the stream in my hometown. In spring, I stood on the grass embankment overlooking the blue water, and one or two ducks swam happily in the water, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.
Occasionally you can see a carp jumping.
6. How do I write my favorite composition for primary school students in the fourth grade? I have a favorite toy racing car, which was a gift from my aunt.
It is fifteen centimeters long and five centimeters wide. That's what it looks like
Its whole body is made of purple and yellow plastic. It has eight black wheels, round and smooth.
Equipped with invincible motors, transmission wheels and other components. It brings me unlimited fun, and I like it very much! Once, I said to it, "Do you dare to compare with other people's cars? I believe you will succeed! " I stared at it and secretly cheered for it.
It also seems to see through my mind, as if quietly saying to me, "little master, I will do my best and won't let you down." Don't worry about me, just wait and watch the drama! " I took it to the venue to prepare for the game. One, two, three, go. "Let's go! My racing car runs forward as fast as an airplane.
My racing car is called No.1, and I shouted, "No.1, open your secret weapon-invincible motor." Suddenly accelerated a lot.
My heart is nervous to my throat, only the last lap is left! Great! Great! My car arrived at the finish line first. "We won! Friends! " I said, kiss my racing car.
Because it was disappointing, it didn't disappoint me. I like my racing car very much, and sometimes I sleep with it.
When I sleep, I leave it on and go wherever I want. I drove it to Beijing and saw the Great Wall of Wan Li. It really looks like a long dragon, symbolizing the heroism of the Chinese nation.
I drove it to the American Museum of Science and Technology. Wow! Giant dinosaur, indomitable spirit, it opened its mouth as if to eat me. Many aliens seem to be coming towards me. How terrible! I feel horrible.
I turned and ran. I ran very fast, and soon I came to the bank of the Yangtze River and saw the ups and downs of the Yangtze River. I thought, "this is really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves before!" ""wake up ... "I was awakened. When I opened my eyes, it was already seven o'clock in the morning. My little racing car, how much I love you.
7. My child's composition is in China. Since ancient times, all virtues have been filial piety, which is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation.
Touching stories of filial piety, such as Sleeping on the Ice for Carp in Jin Dynasty and Burying a Child to Serve Mother by Guo Ju, have been handed down from generation to generation. I hope my future child is like this-she has love and filial piety since she was a child.
I like small animals and play with children. Help me do some housework after I go home from school and finish my homework.
Sometimes I am busy washing dishes while cooking, and she quickly runs over and says, "I'll help you wash, I'll help you wash." Sometimes when I mop the floor, she will grab the mop and say, "You are tired, have a rest."
Sometimes I am so tired that she will let me lie on the sofa and beat my waist with her tender little hands and then pinch my shoulder. If she cooks something delicious at home, she always says, "Mom, eat more, too. If you don't eat, I won't eat. " "Save some for dad."
Children are not only filial to us, but also to the elderly. Every time her grandma and grandma come to our house, she is always busy pouring water and getting fruit. While eating, the old man helped her with food. She always said, "You have a bad mouth. You eat delicious food. I am already a primary school student. " She is always eager to visit them during the holidays. Although I don't often see my grandmother, every time I go back to my hometown, she will help her sweep the floor and mop the floor.
The old man was so happy that he kept praising her as a sensible child. I hope my future children will do the same.
8. My favorite person in composition is 250 words. I like Chinese teacher Miss Huang best.
Miss Huang is not tall, but she is over forty years old. She doesn't like dressing up, so she looks extraordinarily simple. Miss Huang is very strict, but humor is indispensable in strictness.
For example, once, Mr. Huang finished the rest of the content in five minutes, with 35 minutes left. We are thinking about how Miss Huang "polishes" the rest of the time. Suddenly, Miss Huang said something that surprised us: "Now, you can play on the playground." The whole class is very excited and can't wait to go out to play. Suddenly the teacher said, "The premise is to write a 500-word free composition." "Oh, no!" We'll start writing. It's a problem whether we don't go out to play or not.
This is my teacher Huang.
9. My favorite little doll composition 18 1 My grandmother has a little doll-Ding Yuanyuan, who is 2 years old this year. She is a lovely little doll, my uncle's girl. She was just born in a hospital bed. It's dark and I can't see clearly. I took photos with my mobile phone. My hair was sparse, my eyebrows were yellow and my eyes were closed.
When she grew up, she did something that made us laugh. I remember it was a sunny day. My sister wanted to find her father and was ready to cry. I quickly said, "Don't cry. If you cry, I won't take you to dad. " After listening to my words, my sister stopped crying and began to call her father. No one answered. She called her father again, but no one answered. My sister got angry and started calling her name-Ding Nanhong, but no one answered. Grandpa, grandma, aunt, uncle … burst out laughing. The laughter stopped and she called out her name again. My second uncle came out and said angrily, "What's your name? Say it again! " Sister smiled and bowed her head and said, "I dare not." We laughed again.
She is only 2 years old and can speak most words. I can sing too. I like singing very much. On the way back from Luolong, in Tucheng, my sister sang "Lost Towel" for a while and "Happy Birthday" for a while. Look, she starts to wriggle and sings with a smile: "Throw the towel, throw the towel and put it gently behind the child. Don't tell him, catch him quickly, catch him quickly. " . . . . . "Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday. . . . . . "
She is also very naughty, especially when she is in Luolong. I'm watching TV, and grandma is eating plums. While eating plums, she is clamoring for her mother. The sun is so bright that I don't want to go, but grandma insists on me. I thought I could watch TV quietly after I sent it, so I agreed. Holding my sister who weighs more than 20 kilograms, I can't breathe in such a big sun. Finally, I thought I could go back. I had just taken a few steps when my sister wanted to go back with me. Didn't you bother me on purpose? Hold it back. Do you think she is naughty?
This is a little doll I like, which makes people laugh, loves singing and is naughty.
Comments: It's well written. Don't write so many lyrics, but write before and after singing and dancing, pay attention to writing fluently, and check it repeatedly after writing.
Instructor: New Century Composition
10. Parents' opinions on how to write their children's compositions are that parents often forget these most important things.
With the efforts of parents, innocent and lively children lost their innocence and the opportunity to act alone. Turn a lively child who smiles all day into a melancholy princess and a melancholy prince who sighs all day.
Let children's thoughts become precocious. Many parents often ignore their own behavior when they blame their children.
Children have parents more or less. Parents are the first teachers of the children. If parents can't do it themselves, who can talk about children? Many parents only pay attention to their children's grades, instead of looking for the reasons for failure and correcting them with their children.
How can such children improve their grades? Nowadays, many parents pin their hopes on their children and always say, "Our hopes are all on you. You should cheer up!" "I don't understand, don't they have their own dreams? Why do you always pin your hopes on children? Why don't they fight for themselves? Their encouragement not only did not inspire the children, but also brought them great pressure. Always thinking about what to do if I can't do it well.
If you think about this problem all day, where is the energy to study? Now that the final exam is approaching, parents and teachers are holding on tighter. Don't give the children a chance to breathe again, they are buried in the ocean of problems all day.
Until the end of the semester. Parents now think that their children are happy and competent parents.
But they only look at the surface and don't really know them deeply. Let the children gradually alienate their parents, so that they don't like to share their own reasons, troubles and happiness with their parents, but they are willing to share them with their peers, because no matter what the children say, parents can always find reasons to refute them.
Even if it's ridiculous. And between peers, the heart is more intimate, because they almost all have the same idea.
Spit at each other. Doing so will make you feel better.
Almost every parent is a "love killer". Anyone who has read Yang's book Honey Riding on a Wheelbox knows what "love killer" means. That is to say, I take care of my children with my own love, but I hurt each other because I love too much, but I don't know that this is a love killer.
This kind of killer will not cause too much physical harm to people, but it will do very, very great harm to people's spirit. Such harm is far greater than physical harm.
Well, what I'm trying to say is.