Students, do you know "paradise"? "Paradise" means a happy and joyful garden. Where is your paradise? The following is my paradise essay I have organized for you for your reference!
My Paradise Essay 1
I have a "nest", which is not as gorgeous as a shopping mall, not as wide as a square, and not as quiet as a bookstore, but it is my childhood memory.
Where is my "nest"? That's the park. What park? That is located in Manas County Wine Park, the center of the park stands an extremely large wine glass. This big wine glass symbolizes the red wine industry in my hometown, which is so beautiful and attractive all year round.
In the spring, everything in the park is recovering, the grass pokes its head out and observes the new world, the tree branches sprout new green leaves, the river gurgles, I listen to the sound of the water while flying a kite, as if to make me feel the breeze across my face.
In summer, the flowers are so bright and beautiful, the grass is so green and lush, as if the earth has a green carpet, I sat in a chair under the shade of the trees and listened to my grandmother's story, as if back to my childhood.
In the fall, the fruit trees here bear a lot of big and red fruit, symbolizing another year of harvest. Everything withered, golden leaves fell from the branches, as if butterflies dancing in the air. I took a walk on the path sprinkled with fallen leaves and felt the coolness of the autumn wind.
In winter, everything turns white, and there is snow on the trees, on the ground, on the grass, in the car, and everywhere. I skate on the artificial lake and release my happiness.
This is my paradise - Manas County Wine Park.
My Paradise Essay 2
There is a small yard behind my house. Don't look at this yard as small, but it has everything in it. There are fresh vegetables, sweet fruits, and beautiful flowers. This is my little paradise.
The spring girl came, the yard is full of life. You see, the ginkgo tree is sprouting. A small bud seems to welcome the spring. Next to the peach tree also blossomed, the pink peach blossom seems to be a shy little girl. In the yard, there are also anemones, cockscomb flowers, spring flowers ...... I like to use the petals of anemones as nail polish. If you rub them on your nails, they will turn red immediately. It's beautiful!
When Cinderella left, it ushered in summer. In summer, the grapes in the yard are all ripe. A purple grape seems like a crystal clear pearl. There is a small round table under the grapevine. In the evening, we would sit under the grape arbor to enjoy the coolness after having dinner. My brother and I would play backgammon, but I couldn't beat my brother. But we still had a great time.
Autumn is a harvest season, the yard vegetables are ripe. One by one, red peppers are like red lanterns hanging on the branches. My favorite corn is also ripe. Every time my grandmother went to pick corn, I would run ahead of her. I would pick the corn whiskers and stick them on my face, pretending to be an old grandpa. Running to grandma, "Grandma, I've become an old man." Grandma laughed and said, "You little fool!"
The cold winter came, and the yard was white with snow. My brother and I would have snowball fights and build snowmen in the yard. Every time we played, we were covered with snow.
I love my little yard. My little paradise brings me endless joy all year round.
My Paradise Essay 3
Everyone has their own paradise, and I am no exception. What? Where is my paradise? You'll never guess, but my paradise is in my bathroom!
Don't make fun of me, don't think of the bathroom, immediately associated with those flavors, in fact, as long as you have the same feelings and experiences as me, you will know why I call it ''paradise''.
Every day when I come home, the first thing I do after putting down my bag is to go straight to the bathroom. Dad would remind me every time: ''Stop 'struggling'! Be careful of getting hemorrhoids, it's weird if it doesn't kill you in a hurry!'' But how did dad know about my bookworm's plot! Because I usually read a book to the endless, so by mom and dad limited the reading period, if you want to want to read an ''unplanned'' reading time, you have to ask the bathroom! At this time, I am a thief, the most afraid of being found by mom and dad, the ''tools of the trade'' either hidden in the waist, or clamped in the armpit, facial expression is as if nothing happened, and even the body to flicker without a trace, and then can be in the bathroom leisurely ''Munching'' on a book! Until the dad outside the noisy need to go to the bathroom, I was reluctant to close the book, strutting out.
Whenever I came home with my bag of unlucky scores, I always threw it into my room and fled into the bathroom. With a shout, my mom would appear at the bathroom door, ''Come out!'' ''I'm in the bathroom!'' ''Come out!'' ''In a minute!'' Alas! In such a critical situation, even if I can only hide for a little while, it's still fine! At this time the paradise is my only refuge.
I love my bathroom, I love this world that belongs to me, I love my paradise!
My Paradise Essay 4
My Paradise doesn't have colorful neon lights, but only ordinary small table lamps. There aren't many toys, but there are books that guide me along the way. And there was my room.
In the small room, there are extremely ordinary pure white walls, light blue curtains are blown by the wind, and there is a bed under the window, which is where I usually rest. There is also a time old man's alarm clock on the top, that jumping minutes and seconds keep telling me to cherish time, do not waste years. Next to the bed, there is a desk and bookcase that my father made for me when I was a child, and they are already very old. But in this room, I like them the most. Because they chronicle a few years of my life, from the childish stickers on the desk when I was a kid, to the storybooks on the bookcase later, to the novels at the end. Of course, it's the one that gets the most credit for everything I've acquired. In a conspicuous corner, there is also a musical instrument ----- guzheng, which is the best toy when my heart is in the right place, and it also allows me to experience the joy of success, and I remember that last year I got a beautiful gift by it.
Paradise is the cornerstone of my success. I remember in the second grade, I participated in the "*** create a harmonious society" essay, at that time, the essay I changed and changed, write and write, when I do not want to write, I look at the bookshelf, look at those accompanied by my growth of furniture, they seem to be encouraging me, in my words:" Come on! Victory is in sight!" So that I have increased confidence, and finally I finally in the teacher and parents to help write this article, so that the small me tasted the joy of success, but who does not know, behind me, there are so many friends in support of me, in the encouragement of me.
Paradise is the gas station of my failure. Fifth grade, in the time from the promotion of secondary school is still 1 year, I found a 2005 promotion examination questions, in this examination, I have a very poor result, in the total score of 100 points in the language examination, I only got 85 points, math, not to mention. With this score, what qualifications do I have to rush to the attached middle school? Not to mention the West Division Attached Middle School, even the Chaoyang Middle School, which I had always been very sure of getting into, might not be able to do so. I returned to my paradise in frustration and flopped down on my bed in a deflated manner. At this time my mind suddenly flashed a sentence "as long as the work is deep, the iron bar is sharpened into a needle." Yes, wasn't Li Bai also a playful kid who became a great poet through hard work? I can do the same! The weak me suddenly became hardened, I immediately entered the intense sprint study stage. Paradise is telling me again: action is the key to stay away from failure.
Paradise, let my happiness be released. At the same time, it also taught me how to face success and failure, he will always be my strong backing.
My Paradise Essay 5
Paradise, which carries my `childhood, my laughter, and my little figure wandering around. What a beautiful place! Green trees, a big fountain, spraying out the beautiful memories of my early childhood.
"Wow, so many thick tree trunks oh!" I can not help but marvel, that Yes, I can not distinguish what is a tree vine, what is the trunk, even now I am not sure to distinguish, then maybe it is a tree vine! The vines of many trees were intertwined, forming a natural swing! I didn't worry about crushing it, because the swing was indeed very strong, and I wasn't very heavy, sitting on it was different from the other swings, more of a solid feeling. The swing was formed by the entanglement of several wrist-thick vines. Swing on the place where I often sat has been worn very smooth, the rest of the part is still so rough, I use my hand gently stroked the uneven tree, always let the heart floats on a kind of affectionate feeling.
Walking out more than fifty meters, you can see a small clear pool, pool in the middle of a few pieces of stone that can walk, stone road to a rockery will be no more.
There is a step at the end of the pool, and the stone steps are covered with a layer of green carpet - moss, slippery to the touch. The water from the stone steps down, I put my hand there, quietly feel the flow of water. The water is very clear, without a trace of impurities, and ice, cool, there is a kind of refreshing cool, even if the heart of the more unhappy, but also in this moment dissipated.
My Paradise Essay 6
I believe that everyone has a paradise of their own, right? My paradise, on the other hand, is a small vegetable garden in the backyard. This little vegetable garden is really small, reclaimed from the wasteland by the house. It is such a small place, leaving me a lot of happy footprints.
Into the garden, the first thing that comes to mind is the radish, they are all like shy little people, hiding in the soil, only showing half of the red face. They also use their own wide green leaves to cover, afraid of others to see as if, not only let me think of an ancient poem "embracing the pipa half cover face". In spite of this, my sister loved to pull the carrots, humming "pulling carrots" while shouting, "Sister, I can't pull it, help me pull it!" So the "carrot pulling" brigade began to gather.
Look to the right and you'll see rows and rows of neat, green lettuce. It's not just lettuce, it's also my magic weapon: Whenever my sister cries, I say, "Let's go pick some lettuce and make some burgers together. She'd turn her tears into smiles: yes, yes. Then there are two more happy us in the garden. We would pick a piece here and a piece there. Every time I see my sister eating a burger, I feel that the small vegetable garden is really our source of happiness.
In order to surprise my dad, I would also run to the garden when we were about to eat, pick some tender cilantro tips, clean them, and mix some vinegar in a small dish. This is Dad's favorite, and then Dad will eat it while saying "This is good, fragrant!"
The small garden was a great source of vegetables for the whole family at this particular time, and it was also a happy place for my sister and me to record our fun and laughter every day.
My Paradise Essay 7
My paradise is my grandfather's garden, where peach trees and corn are planted. Every spring, the plants poke their heads out and look at the vibrant earth. As time passes little by little, the plants are getting taller and fatter. When fall came, the chubby peach's face was red, had it done something wrong or had it just been praised by the teacher? The golden corn shines, but why does the torturously handsome corn cover itself with green leaves? What a strange and lovely picture.
Grandpa's garden is not only filled with lovely plants, but also with interesting animals. Once, in the garden, I happened to see a cute, nimble cat with big eyes strutting around in front of a very aggressive dog. From time to time it would look at the dog a few times as if to say, "Come and get me!" The dog lunged in the direction of the cat, which deftly jumped out of the way, and instead the dog was pulled back by the chain on its body. At this time, they looked at each other as if to say, "Come over if you can!" "I won't come over, big stupid dog."
In the garden, there are not only "cat fights with dogs", but also "chicken and duck ensemble". Every time a duck enters the water, it will flap its wings a few times, and then "flutter" and jump in, while swimming and "quacking". On the other hand, the red-crowned rooster is also not willing to show weakness, while foraging for food while "clucking" called up, as if in the concert.
In his garden, nature is a beautiful, lovely, vivid landscape.
My Paradise Essay 8
My paradise is my kitchen. It is a "black kitchen".
My kitchen is very small, in the shape of a "T". It's a small kitchen, but it's a big kitchen! The left side of the stove, the right side of the operating table and the sink. Dad also specially made a long LED light fixture under the cabinet, so that the whole kitchen a touch of bright color. A kettle sits on the counter at the right angle of the T. The rest of the kitchen is where you prepare, chop, and cook your food. Because this secret place was small, it was warm. For this reason, my mom always invited me to join her baking magic. She said I was a beast, a brave little mouse who could eat anything. She would always let me try what she didn't dare to try.
I remember one time, she made her first cake - an orange steamed cake. It looked and felt strange, and she didn't dare to try it, so she let me eat it. Although the appearance is beautiful, but the taste has a feeling of wax, afraid of making her sad, I still swallowed the whole cake, she was full of smiles and my stomach more than a whole bucket of wax.
Until this year, I did not make a cake for the first time. On that day, my mom told me that I was old enough to take matters into my own hands for once! It was like carrying a cute little bunny in my heart, not to mention how happy I was!
I first eggs, oil, sugar, cornstarch, low-fine flour ...... proportionally weighed, multi-faceted and mess-free on the side to be used. I thought of my mom's approach, the preparation of the ingredients one by one to complete the production immediately into the oven! The waiting time was too long, and I stood by the oven imagining the fluffy appearance and sweet flavor of the cake. "Suck", my mouth was watering. "Ding", the cake came out of the oven! A light aroma came to our noses. Eat up, mom and dad gave me a thumbs up. At this moment I am happy heart is like a cake swell up!
The original think outside the cake is simple and delicious, but really do it yourself to prepare the ingredients and process is still very complex and very delicate.
This "black kitchen" is my paradise.
My Paradise Essay 9
This year, there were outbreaks throughout the country, and fortunately, we returned to Grandma's house early, and we were not able to go out to play outside, so we found a fun place to play, the living room of my uncle's room.
It was small there. But the light was bright. It is also very warm, the walls are blue, hanging on the wall is the uncle, aunt's wedding photos, the living room then dances with a swimmer's light and cozy, a few days ago it snowed, I saw in front of the small window. The earth was covered with white snow, as far as the eye can see, white, I especially want to go out to play, pile up snowmen. I wanted to go out and play, build snowmen and have snowball fights, but because of the epidemic, my parents wouldn't let me go out and play. Mom is not allowed to go out to play, only at home and brother, sister hide and seek.
I am responsible for finding people, other people are hiding, I counted to 10 to start, my brother and sister flew away, I stood in place, time to find. Not a moment's effort to find the sister only difference between the brother, he is very clever, a small. Ghost ideas are also more, a little difficult to find, I almost all the places in the living room to find all over the place, anxious me sweating when I found a small warehouse, I cat. Stomping feet. Silently walked over, open the door, saw his brother he made a face, I was startled, "ha ha. Haha" laughed, finally found.
In the evening, the adult entertainment also began in the living room, never play cards mom, this year also participated in the sister-in-law, aunt and uncle and sister-in-law father's team, we children will be on the side of the cheerleading and cheer, eat snacks, fruit baskets are like a robot that automatically sends food. Whoever won the money became our reward, and the adults would laugh and read about the real-time situation of the epidemic in the living room, and Dad would always explain the prevention and treatment of New Crown Pneumonia to us, saying that it was something we should remember for the rest of our lives.
This year, my uncle's living room was not only my playground, but also everyone's playground.
My Paradise Essay 10
At this very time, I could not play with my little friends. But I have a paradise to indulge in - that is my study.
My study is not big, a walk into the door can see a large and small two desks. These two desks are placed on my school supplies. The big desk is against the wall, and the small desk is placed next to the window. When there is enough sunlight, I study on the small desk, and at other times I switch to the big desk. My bookshelf is placed right at the corner of the two desks, making it easy for me to find the books I want.
My favorite part of my study is the corner of the bay window. Whenever I see the floating window, a sense of coziness wells up in my heart. I remember when I was a child, there were many picture books on the window. At that time, I often leaned against the window and looked through them, quietly listening to my mom tell me a good story. Sometimes, I stick to the window to enjoy the beautiful scenery outside: birds flying happily in the sky, occasionally pigeons will come to my window sill to visit, tilting their heads, as if greeting me! Look downstairs in the alley in front of the hot dry noodles and a long line, think of that delicious, I hurriedly shouted: "Mom, quickly buy me a bowl of hot dry noodles, add more sesame sauce!"
The most placed in the study is my books, there are my favorite biographies and history books. These books are humorous and interesting, and often make me laugh. Let me learn a lot of knowledge in the happy. Sometimes, when I disagree with the author's point of view, I leave my doubts in the book. When I am in trouble, as soon as I open the book, I will be immersed in the story and my troubles will disappear. When I am tired, I open a book and become refreshed and exhausted again. The study is my energy replenishment station.
The study is also my secret world! I often close the door, secretly in the inside "do whatever you want". Mom and Grandma want to know what I'm doing, but also have to knock on the door. When they knocked, I hurriedly packed up everything. My mom wouldn't let me play with guns, but I would sneak them into the study and start shooting at imaginary enemies. Mom won't let me play with swords for fear I'll hurt myself. However, there was just a chivalrous man living in my heart, so I secretly wielded my sword in the study and imagined myself pulling out my sword when I saw an injustice in the road. Tell you a secret, I also used my mother to beat my ruler hidden in the schoolbag, how can she not find it!
The study is filled with memories of my childhood, and it will always be my paradise.
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