I open my sleepy eyes in the morning and want to look out of the window. Huh? What is that? As white as snow, as white as a flaw. Mom told me it was morning fog.
The morning mist enveloped the whole earth, like a naughty child. Play hide-and-seek with grass; Talk to Xiaohua. Those young trees, the rain can't hit, the wind can't blow, only the morning fog. Morning fog, it surrounds all the small trees, and then joins in the fun on the small trees. At this time, there are many small water droplets on the small tree, which moisten them and make them grow into a strong and lush tree.
Not far from those tall buildings, buildings, street lamps, etc. People can only see part of it vaguely.
I walked on the path, and the morning fog around me was like white clouds, lively and lovely, which made people like it. It's like walking in heaven, walking towards the beautiful and noble heavenly palace. At this time, I can't help but stretch out a pair of small hands and gently touch these lovely morning mist. I reached out my hand again, grasped it tightly and held it in my hand. However, those morning fogs are like naughty children. When I reached out to see them, they had already left. I don't want to say goodbye to them.
I love morning mist because it gives me happiness and rich imagination.
Teacher, you are a hardworking gardener. We are like saplings in the garden. You keep watering and fertilizing us so that we can get enough nutrition and grow sturdily day by day!
Teacher, you are a candle, which illuminates us and leads us to the light, but you are getting shorter every day. Your white hair is more and more like wax oil until the candle burns out.
Teacher, you are a piece of chalk. Sacrifice yourself, teach your classmates to write, tell them knowledge, turn your body gray on the blackboard, and erase it without leaving a trace.
Teacher, you are a clam, and we are the stones and grains in the clam. You kept polishing us and turning us into crystal pearls, but you endured the pain yourself.
Teacher, you are the big dipper in the dark, guide us in the right direction and let us walk on the right road.
Teacher, you have worked hard! When we play in class, at noon, you sit in the office and silently correct our homework. You didn't complain at all. Change to unqualified homework, or take it seriously, circle all the mistakes and write comments.
Teacher, you have worked hard! In the dead of night, the sun is sleeping, the stars are sleeping, the moon is sleeping, everyone is dreaming, but you are carrying your homework under the conspicuous lights at night, and the dark circles come out.
Teacher, you have worked hard! Students have questions they can't answer. You always give directions patiently. When students make mistakes, you severely criticize them. We know that you are a quick talker.
Teacher's Day is here, I wish the teacher a happy holiday! We will study hard and make progress every day, so don't worry!
With the passage of time, Guangzhou really ushered in winter today. At 6 o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang. I looked out of the window. It was dark outside, as if the sun were still sleeping. I looked at the alarm clock again. It should be four or five this time.
Squinting, I struggled to climb out of the warm bed. As soon as I sat up, I was immediately refreshed by the biting cold wind, rubbed my arm with my hand and curled up. When I get up in the morning, the cold wind gives me goose bumps. I have to add heavy clothes all the time, but I can't get used to it for a while. I always find it inconvenient to move in thick clothes. Because the south doesn't enter winter a little bit like the north, but suddenly enters winter directly from summer, without any transition in the middle, which makes people have no room for thinking. I dressed up alone yesterday, and today I wore a sweater I haven't seen for a long time.
I put my schoolbag on my back and walked out of the door. As soon as I stepped out of the door, the cold wind roared, scraping my cheek like a sharp blade, piercing my skin and bone, which was extremely painful. I huddled in the wind and walked with difficulty. Although my hand has been inserted in my pocket, it is still stiff with cold, like skin becoming fragile, and my nails will bleed and be unconscious when I scrape them gently.
I am walking on my way to school. When the wind blows, I feel cold. Leaves fall like butterflies, and the animals around them stop barking. The grass on the ground is yellow, and they are like a group of tenacious soldiers fighting a protracted war with winter. This makes me feel the chill of winter.
Take a steaming cup of mellow tea-green, clear, fragrant and pure jade liquid. Smell it and feel refreshed; Take a sip to refresh yourself. But who thought of the hardships of tea pickers?
During the holiday in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the homework assigned by the teacher actually made us choose tea. The students exchanged surprised eyes, but the teacher smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't forget!" " When I got home, I asked my mother. My mother only said to collect it with me.
My mother and I came to the tea garden. Wow! How beautiful! Tea trees are neatly arranged in a row, just like army soldiers waiting in battle. They wore green uniforms and waited for orders from their superiors. It's more like putting a green carpet on the earth to make it look brand-new.
I am so willing to be a tea-picking girl and work in such a beautiful environment. I can't wait to pick the green elf with my brisk fingers and put it in the basket. After a while, I picked out a small basket. The higher the sun rises, the higher the temperature is. But my tea picking efficiency is low, and I have already gone into battle lightly. I tried to raise my heavy hand and continue to pick tea at a higher speed, but I couldn't control myself. I hummed tea-picking dance music to mobilize myself.
I am sweating like a pig. I really want to eat some popsicles! But seeing other farmers sweating without complaining, I had to mechanically repeat every move, hoping for rain.
The sun was setting slowly in the west, and I dragged my tired body to the tea processing factory, where there was already a sea of people. They are all farmers with dark skin and simple clothes. They took the money with unwashed black hands and smiled brightly.
I finally understand the meaning of the teacher's smile. Teachers are for us little emperors, who experience the hardships of labor through personal experience and educate them by loving labor and cherishing the fruits of labor.
She is plain, but she never gives in. Her grades are average, but she never admits failure; He is not outstanding, but he keeps his promise ... She is my old friend-Rudy.
Although she is unpopular, as a poor "ugly duckling", she has the spirit of never giving up.
I remember once, there was an election in my class, and she also took part. At the beginning of the campaign, many students were afraid to speak first, but she did not hesitate to go to the podium to speak and gave the students the "first shot". However, due to a lot of decline in performance and poor popularity, I lost the election. Afterwards, she sat quietly and said nothing. I was afraid that he wouldn't be at ease, so I quickly persuaded her. He just said firmly to me, "I'll run for office next time!" " "I'm glad she has this spirit of never giving up!
And her spirit of keeping her word makes me more convinced!
Once, the teacher asked some students to introduce their composition collections and take part in elective courses. I want to introduce it, but I have never had the courage. When I hesitated, she bravely stepped onto the platform and came back. She said to me happily: "I am so happy! Because I have fulfilled my promise-seize every opportunity! " Encouraged by her, I also boldly stepped onto the podium. ......
I remember that she was willing to bless others.
That day, I was doing my homework seriously, but when I used the modified tape, I found that I couldn't use it. This is killing me. I looked around, and she patted me on the shoulder and repaired the modified tape for me. Looking at her, I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart and felt grateful at the same time.
This is my deskmate-a girl who never gives up, keeps her word and is willing to bless others.
In the new semester, classmates and friends help each other, show their strengths, learn from each other's strengths, and jointly start a new journey!
I am a happy person, and my life is full of laughter.
Take the recent summer vacation life as an example. This summer vacation, I didn't go back to my grandparents' home for the summer vacation, but I felt different fun.
First of all, during the two-month summer vacation, I learned how to be self-reliant. Because my mother is going to Jiaxing to train herself, she is carsick and exhausted every day. I do most housework. I cook, cook and wash clothes by myself. Although I always make a mess, on second thought, I can share the housework for my mother and work hard again. You said, I can stand on my own feet, can I not be happy?
Secondly, it is the pleasure of traveling in the sea of books. In my spare time, I leisurely drink morning tea and read some magazines. In the book, the author and I went to "America as an exchange student" to experience American customs; In the book, the author and I discuss the current social problems and put ourselves in the position of leaders. In the book, I study magic and justice with the characters in the story. You said, I didn't move a step but I learned so much. Can I be unhappy?
Finally, what makes me happy is that I can do what I want without restraint. It doesn't matter whether I want to sleep until 8 am or play for more than three hours after dinner! Because this summer vacation is my responsibility! Everyone said, I am so relaxed and free, can I not be happy?
My summer vacation was very full, and I was happy from ear to ear! hahahaha ...
Seven people each have their own eyes.
Mother's eyes are double eyelids, as long as willow leaves; My uncle has a single phoenix eye and big eyes, like a 12 watt lamp; And my eyes are monocular, just like my mother, a little long ... In short, people have all kinds of eyes, and no two pairs of eyes are the same. Today, I want to introduce my mother's eyes to you.
Mom's eyelashes are long and thick, curved, long and dense. At ordinary times, her eyes are always smiling, her eyebrows are curved and she looks very kind. However, whenever I make a mistake, my mother's eyes become fierce and look straight at me.
On that day, it was stormy, and the north wind blew the glass, making a "splash" sound, and raindrops fell like polished pearls. At this time, my mother looked at me with fierce eyes, as if to swallow me up in one bite. At this time, my mother's eyes were not as kind as before, but fierce. Her eyes were wide open and her black eyes stared at me straight without blinking. At this moment, my mother said, "What's the matter with you? Distracted by the exam again? ! "I wonder how my mother knows. At this moment, my mother spoke again: "Look at my mobile phone. Your classmate XXX's mother sent me a report card. Look, you only got 79 points in the exam. Look at the poor students in your class who have done better than you this time. What's the matter? " At this time, my mother's eyes became more severe, as if there was a sword pointing straight at me. After a while, she said, "Show me your paper." My mother's face lit up as soon as I handed her a piece of paper. It turned out that my calligraphy won her heart.
At this time, my mother returned to her former appearance-her eyes were curved and her eyebrows were curved. ...
I looked out the window, the rain had stopped, looked at the night after the rain, and thought: It seems that I will write well in the future!
The sixth grade composition 8 tracery is a folk art in China. Window grilles are usually attached to windows or doors, and the meanings represented by various window grilles are different.
When people get married, the word "hi" will be posted in the room; During the New Year in China, people decorate their homes with window grilles. We can see window grilles in every festival, such as Christmas, Dragon Boat Festival and Spring Festival.
My home has also been decorated with window grilles. Whenever I see window grilles, I will be very happy, because they make me feel a kind of festive joy, and red window grilles make me love more, because they can make people feel a warm and happy atmosphere.
I made my own grilles! I made a fish. I accidentally cut off the stripes when I cut them, but I didn't lose heart. I took another piece of paper and learned the last lesson. I finally succeeded. After seeing the window grilles I made, I felt that kind of happiness again.
China's earliest paper-cut works were discovered by China archaeologists in 1967 in the curtain of the ancient Northern Dynasties near Gaochang site in Turpan basin, Xinjiang. Paper-cutting, also known as paper-cutting, window grilling or painting scissors. The difference lies in creation, some with scissors, some with a knife. Although the tools are different, the works of art created are basically the same, which is called paper-cutting. Window grilles can be used as decorations for gifts, and even as gifts for others.
I think everyone likes window grilles. As long as they are seen at home, they will be happy.
Alas, the joint exam is coming. If you don't do well in the exam, you will not only be scolded by your mother, but also be beaten by your mother.
In the first semester of the sixth grade, I got more than 90 points in mathematics in one exam. It is true that people are cheerful when they are happy. As soon as school was over, I picked up my schoolbag and ran home happily. Before I entered the house, I stood outside the door and shouted, "Mom, I got more than 90 points." Mother took the paper and smiled at the bright red "96" "It's really useful. I'll bake you pancakes at noon. " I just got busy, frying lean meat, cooking ribs and making pancakes. When eating, he often put vegetables in my bowl and kept praising me for my usefulness. I am very happy, too. Mother did this, but her own excitement could not be suppressed: "By the way, I saw a coat for sale in Chaoyang Store yesterday, which suits you very well. I will give it to you tomorrow. " It was my mother who spent more than 400 yuan to buy me a nice skirt.
In the next exam, I got more than 60 points in Chinese. As soon as my mother saw the paper, it turned sunny to cloudy. She opened her mouth and said, "How dare you come back to see me after such a small test? You have eaten for nothing for so many years." He gave me a slap in the face.
I am very sad, and I am questioning my mother in my heart: Mom, I know that you love me very much, and you took care of me when I was sick; I will have an exam soon, and you won't let me do housework. This damn score is really annoying. It seems that my mother loves grades rather than me.
Once upon a time, there lived a group of small animals in the suburbs. They love each other.
In the forest, Tao Tao Rabbit and Mother Fox are good friends. One day, when Tao Tao and his mother went to see the goat doctor, they heard a conversation between Tao Tao's mother and the goat doctor. Tao Tao went out with his mother. Tao Tao told her mother that she really wanted to have a wishing rose, but the Rose Valley was very dangerous. She wanted to have a wishing rose before her birthday to realize her wish. At some point, Tao Tao cried because her sister had disappeared.
Mother cherishes friendship very much, so he doesn't want to make Tao Tao sad. So mom made up her mind that if she didn't get her wish rose back, he wouldn't come back. On 15 days before Tao Tao's birthday, he said goodbye to Tao Tao, saying that it would take a long time to go back to his hometown, so he might not be able to attend her birthday party. Then, he walked to the Rose Valley.
Ten days have passed and my mother hasn't come back yet. Tao Tao knew that her mother might not come for her birthday, but Tao Tao still hoped that her mother would come. Mother came to the Rose Valley to look for the rose king among the wishing roses, but she didn't notice the trap under her feet. When he found the rose king and took it off, he fell into a trap. The goat doctor passed by and saved his mother.
When Tao Tao knew this, he went to ask the goat doctor what was going on. The goat doctor said it from beginning to end, telling Tao Tao that her mother might be out of sight. Mother told Tao Tao that he saw her sister on his way back to the Rose Valley and gave Tao Tao her wish rose.
Tao Tao knows that her mother is like this because of herself, and her wish for Rose is that her mother can see the light again.
In the morning, I couldn't wait to open the curtains as soon as I got up, because the weather forecast said it would snow today. Hearing is false, seeing is believing. I opened the curtain and looked, ah! What a heavy snow! It must be three centimeters thick. I think I can play with snow for a few more days, and I don't have to do exercises during recess. I am very happy.
I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. What fresh air! Snow flies down like an arrow, and soon, it hurts and itches when it hits the face. Because it is sleet, one by one, like snow-white pearls. Falling on the ground is slippery, and it feels like being in a ski resort. The roof is white, the trees are white, the lawn is white, and even the land is white. The lake is like a big flawless mirror, white, smooth, bright and quiet. The house is no longer as dirty as before, the trees are no longer as green as before, the lawn is no longer so green, there is no sound on the road, everything becomes quiet and white, and all places are wrapped in silver.
At noon, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, turning into goose feather snow, and big snowflakes are flying all over the sky. The sky is hazy, as if it were covered with a quilt. I took the dog out to play and walked in the snow. Snow fell on me and soon fell to the ground. My feet stepped on the thick snow, which was loose and soft and creaked. After a while, my dog and I became snowmen, and I couldn't help thinking: What a heavy snow!
It's really novel that it snows so heavily in spring.
Excellent composition of grade six 12 Xue Rui brought information about winter; Hongfeng brings autumn news; Pink greetings bring summer messages. So, where is the message of spring?
The message of spring is in the field. The breeze caressed the green face of the seedlings, and the rape blossoms exuded a faint fragrance. Green seedlings and golden rape flowers almost "occupied" the whole field. They danced with the wind with a little pride. What a dynamic dance this is! No coquettish, no publicity, only anger, an unexpected breath of life. The wind gently sent the unique fragrance of plants into my heart, and I was refreshed at once.
The message of spring is in the stream. Raindrops play with the yellow face of willow leaves, and the stream can't help but be happy while running, showing off the crisp singing. This river, which has been blocked by ice and snow for a long time, has finally turned into spring. Fish play in groups, and the ripples on the water are masterpieces left by fish when they are naughty. The willows by the stream have yellow buds, and the breeze blows, and the wicker swings with the wind, showing her elegant posture.
The information of spring is in the spring rain. "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently", and the arrival of spring rain is always happy. If you don't believe me, ask Sister Taohua: "The clothes are wet." Yes, the pink petals are stained with crystal beads. After the rainstorm, on a sunny day, the raindrops reflect diamond-like light in the sun, and the delicate peach blossoms are more delicate under the moisture of the spring rain. Dandelion, cornflower and shepherd's purse under the tree also came to join in the fun. Purple, yellow, pink-close your eyes and smell with your nose. The smell in the air is sweet and fragrant after the rain.
"Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the eyes of children! " I heard a group of children singing. I finally found the answer. Spring is in my eyes!
Teacher's comment: The author begins with a rhetorical question and answers it with three central sentences. The structure of the article is rigorous, which also enhances the reader's interest!
Washing clothes is a self-care ability that each of us should learn.
Today, our dirty clothes need a cold bath. My mother taught me to wash clothes. We put our clothes in a big basin, then filled them with water, added four or five pinch of washing powder, soaked them for a while, and then we set off. I took a basin, poured water, took out a dress from the big basin and put it in my own basin. Mother is washing clothes in a big basin. Now I have added a handful of washing powder to my clothes, so that the water is full of foam. Mother said, "Don't put too much washing powder in washing clothes. You see you wasted so much washing powder in the washbasin. " Then I hold the foam in my basin to the big basin with my hands. Mother "stuffed" clothes into the water and rubbed them, and I also "stuffed" clothes into the water and rubbed them, just like kneading dough. We have been rubbing like this. Mother said, "rubbing clothes can't be fast or slow." I asked inexplicably, "Why?" Mother replied: "clothes will wrinkle if they are wiped quickly;" If you rub it slowly, you will be very tired. " I suddenly realized. The next step is to twist clothes. My mother and I put all the washed clothes in a basin. We pick up a dress, hold it in one hand and twist it in the other, and the water in the dress will overflow until it is dry. Mother said, "wring the water out of the clothes, or there will be a lot of water left in the clothes and it will be all over the floor."
I learned to wash clothes, which means I learned a self-care ability. Everyone must also learn it!
Persistence is the basic virtue of all successful people. A famous person once said, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step". If we stick to our goal, we will succeed.
There is only one female tourist on the beach at dusk. She was elegant and preoccupied, and lingered on the beach for a long time. The administrator noticed her long ago, but didn't bother her. She suddenly walked up to the administrator and asked:
"How long have you worked here?"
The beach manager said, "It's been ten years."
The female tourist thought: Oh, he has worked here for ten years, so patient, and his work is so boring and hard, and I have been unemployed for so long because I don't want to do monotonous work ... She continued to ask:
"Where will you stay at night?"
"It's over there!" The administrator pointed to the distance.
"Then what is your duty?"
"My duty is to patrol here and ensure the safety of every tourist."
"Then when do you rest?"
"When no one is around, everyone is resting ... hey, are you a reporter? The administrator asked the female tourists in turn.
At this time, the unemployed female tourist suddenly realized: Yes, being a reporter has always been my dream, and my writing level is very good. I can be a reporter! Thinking of this, she excitedly said to the administrator, "Thank you!" " "Turned and ran away quickly, leaving only the stupefied administrator.
It's dark, only the sound of waves lapping on the beach. There is really only one administrator left this time. Accompanying him are only a row of street lamps that stick to their posts, and sleepy little spiders and butterflies beside them, who guard the beach under the night together with the administrator.
The power of persistence is really great. This is the power of persistence.
I walked into my mother's office lightly, opened the third drawer, took out a packet of coveted cocoa powder, and then slipped into the security room to make myself a cup of hot coffee.
I watched the transparent water in the cup turn pale yellow and finally brown. Watch the water vapor in the cup rise gradually, turn into fairy-like water drops and roll naughtily on the cup wall.
I put my nose close to the mouth of the cup, took a deep breath and smelled a bitter but fragrant smell, a smell that only adults can have.
After a while, I accidentally spilled a little coffee on the back of my hand while walking. First it was wet and hot, then it was wet and cold. I think I can drink it.
So I took a sip gently, so bitter! I couldn't help screaming. A bitter taste spread in my mouth, reminding me of the taste in my heart when my mother asked me to transfer to another school, the smell when I faced a mountain of summer homework, and the smell of being scolded for doing something wrong. Gradually, the bitterness disappeared, replaced by a strong fragrance, a strong fragrance. That smell reminds me of the taste of practicing piano and grinding hands to win the first prize, and reminds me of the taste of math exam 100.
In the evening, I lay in bed and meditated quietly.
Perhaps, life is like a cup of coffee,
After suffering, there will always be sweetness.