Everything has its own birthday, and the birthday of a small tree is the day when its seeds germinate. A chicken's birthday is the day when it hatched. Our birthday is the day when we were born. A country's birthday is the day when it is announced.
In the world, pure feelings are nothing more than affection. My birthday came quietly like a surprise. Innocent smiling faces appeared in front of me like angels.
My birthday was spent in the long winter vacation. And my mother is playing around leisurely. I often blame her during the winter vacation. Time flies like water, and the birthday is coming in a blink of an eye! But I'm very frustrated. Because every birthday is a holiday. Besides, mom is not at home. I don't need to think about it. I know this birthday is coming to an end again. I want to find some friends to accompany me on my birthday. But they all said they were not available. I had to go out and have fun, but it didn't take long for me to start to lose again! He came to a quiet lawn and sat down. I feel sad when I think of several lonely birthdays. I let out a sigh when I got here first. I looked up at the sky, and there were only a few scattered stars in the sky, just like my mood, I had only a little expectation. When I got home, I saw colorful ribbons hanging all over the room, which reminded me of a pleasing happy birthday song, only to see my mother. Dad and some of my good friends, this made me burst into tears. My mother looked at me affectionately and said with shame, "Kiki! It's mom who's sorry for leaving you alone at home for such a long time, and mom didn't call. " "No, I am very happy that my mother can come back to see me!" I said without tears.
Every birthday also means that you will grow one year old. Let's celebrate our birthday with optimism!
Maybe our parents pay a little less attention to us, but don't be so lost. In fact, we are already very happy.
I can't remember how many times I went home like this. Carrying a bag and carrying a heavy duffel bag, blurred eyes can't focus on anyone. Everything remains the same, just like the bus station, still crowded, but desolate everywhere.
I always thought that riding a car was one of the most painful things in the world. The tragic memory of childhood carsickness made me twitch all over when I remembered it.
When I got on the bus, I looked at the people on the bus and found a seat with a window on the right. The air in China buses has always been turbid, so the window seat is undoubtedly the best.
The country's economy is constantly advancing, and cars with air conditioning are not uncommon in the countryside, not to mention that it is from Chengguan to the countryside. The air conditioner was buzzing overhead. Although one of the air conditioners broke down, revealing a square hole, it did not affect the moderate temperature. I took a nap in the car for a while, trying to keep myself from thinking.
Driving, the road that has been traveled many times, always extends in the only direction. There is an old song in the trunk that I can't name, and it seems very nice; I always can't remember the name of the song, just like I can't remember the trace of love.
The car is still crawling on the rugged mountain road. The peaks flash by in turn, and I, who have almost remembered every tree on every slope, have always been addicted to the fleeting scenery.
The car is still running. I think if I have a mobile phone now, I will send a short message to Mavericks asking if he is sitting on the subway for spring.
The bus slowly arrived at the station. I picked up my luggage and thought that nothing was missing. I got off the bus and silently thought, hometown: I'm back again.
Everyone has his own wealth: perhaps it is money; Perhaps it is honesty; Perhaps it is friendship; Maybe … and my wealth is a kind heart.
I am a charitable person, and I always lend a helping hand to those in need. Like-
It was a winter, and I leaned out of the warm bed reluctantly and dressed quickly. Others, my dear bed. I bought breakfast with 10 yuan money. As soon as he got out of the community door, he was attracted by the scene before him: a beggar in rags was shivering in the cold flight. He was lying on a board with four small wheels sliding under it, and there was an enamel bowl on the board, in which several coins were spilled. When I saw this situation, my sympathy flooded instantly and I couldn't stop it. I was about to pay, but I stopped. Will he pretend to be poor in exchange for our sympathy? Thinking of this, I just think that nothing is going on. Looking back after buying, I saw him again: a miserable face huddled in a corner. I can't help it: he's not pretending, he's pathetic, and I want to help him. I went up to him and gave him a warm steamed stuffed bun, and put all the money left over from buying breakfast in his enamel bowl. He turned his head and thanked him with his eyes. I looked him in the eye and I got unprecedented warmth and sweetness. My heart has melted.
When I got home, my mind was still wandering about the scene just now. Even if he's not really pathetic, it doesn't matter Because I passed on my most sincere feelings to others.
In life, we will inevitably meet people who need help more than ourselves. We should give our love to repay this society.
Until now, I have been thinking about whether he is doing well now, and that scene still reverberates in my mind, as if it were yesterday, so beautiful. I am proud of having a kind heart, which is the wealth of my life.
This year, my preserved dog gave birth to a litter of puppies. There are three puppies, two pure white and one black and white. Black and white died when I was born. The other two are bitches, and the youngest is a male dog. After the full moon, the little bitch was sent away. Nobody wanted this little male dog, and my parents didn't want to keep it, so they told me to throw it away.
I have no choice but to get on the bus with my puppy. I went to a meadow first, put the puppy down, and then walked away quietly. It looked around first, then woke up and ran after me. As soon as my heart softened, I picked it up again. I rode aimlessly, and then I saw a group of stray dogs. I thought: they might take him in, so I put down the puppy and ran to look at them from a distance. They sniffed the puppy and talked to each other for a while. Finally, I left, probably afraid of taking such a puppy. I saw the dog crying piteously, so I had to pick it up. Suddenly, I saw a little black dog on the road. I want to: let them wander together and care about it.
Therefore, I put down the puppy again. The little black dog came to meet it. That puppy scared me straight into my arms. I threw it cruelly and rode away. It soon caught up with me. I accelerated immediately. It's getting behind. It's complaining. I took a sharp turn and hid. I listened to the dog's whine. Finally, I can't stand it. I took a peek. A brother passed by and took the little black dog away. I have to take the puppy away again. I couldn't bear to throw it three times, so I took it home. As soon as I got home, the preserved egg ran to find its child. Seeing how close they are, I decided to give the puppies to my grandmother to raise and never let them be separated from my mother again.
When the spring is completely spreading, when the earth really wakes up from sleep, the world is full of colors, but I am not interested in the intoxicating scenery of Lu Yi, because February is my most anticipated day of the year-my birthday.
Every year on my birthday, my father will buy me a big cake. Although it is good for a family that is not rich like me to buy a cake for my birthday, but ...
I still remember how my neighbor's brother spent his birthday this year. Towards noon, his father cooked in person. After a long time, when I came out of the room, I smelled the smell of birthday coming from the wall: 30 thousand millet porridge, three cold dishes and one hot dish on the table. The whole family tasted it together in laughter.
In my eyes, even though the birthday cake is more expensive than "",I don't want this kind of birthday. I want the birthday scenery. The whole family will have a potluck meal together and enjoy the warmth at home.
Over the years, because of my mother's death, all the responsibilities of the family fell on my father, who worked hard every day, and as the eldest son of the family, my brother naturally helped my father. I hardly see them when I come home from school every day, let alone have a meal together, either because of the time difference or the place difference.
So I can only hope that on my birthday, I can have a good reunion with my family and enjoy the warmth that my family deserves. Because only on my birthday can my family stop their work and relax.
I only hope that next year's birthday will not be in the form of birthday cake, but only in the form of "ordinary meals"
Looking back, we have a beautiful and sincere feeling in the warmth of spring, the warmth of summer, the bleak of autumn and the crystal of winter. But I love the colorful spring as sweet as a dream, as magnificent as a poem and as mellow as wine.
In spring, the green grass broke through the ground and watched curiously the vivid world full of spring; The colorful flowers shook the "pearls" on their bodies, stretched themselves and yawned; Green trees wake up from their beautiful dreams ... The clouds of pink are picturesque.
Spring girl waved her cuff, and countless raindrops rushed out of her sleeve. It was drizzling in the sky, so gentle. It is no wonder that Han Yu wrote the poem "The rain in the sky is as crisp as crisp, and the grass is close at a distance, but there is nothing", while Zhu Ziqing described it as "like ox hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally", which is a true portrayal of the spring rain.
"I want to wet apricot flowers and rain, and I don't feel cold in the willows." Spring breeze has blown the land of China green, and spring rain has spread all over the country. The lively and clever swallow also adds a lot of vitality to spring.
"Spring is sultry, love flowers and wind like a fan, and willow smoke forms an array". Isn't this beautiful spring scenery giving us beautiful enjoyment and edifying our sentiment? Spring gives people a high-spirited and energetic state, the courage to make progress and the confidence to win. Spring, outstanding spring, elegant spring, I love you!
In the summer of July, cicadas sang high in the treetops, carrying bursts of hot and dry wind, which inevitably made people upset; Autumn, praised by people since ancient times, is called golden autumn, but the yellow leaves are falling, which inevitably has a sense of desolation; In winter, the cold wind blows, frost and snow float, giving people a chill; Only in spring, the drizzle is like a wisp, the morning mist is like a gauze, and the delicate leaves are like a baby's face, which makes people want to kiss.
In the early spring, accompanied by the dense and oblique drizzle, the willows are full of beautiful hair, and faintly, they are a little yellow buds, open their mouths and suck the milk of spring. The drizzle falls on the surface of the water, rippling around, as if to see hibiscus coming out of the water, delicate and dewy. The ducks in the pond are swimming leisurely, sometimes flapping their wings on the water and enjoying the moist and soft spring rain bath. There are some ducks whirling on the water, just like the seven fairies dancing happily.
The morning mist is milky white. Gauze, like a dream, like an illusion, like a poem, like a picture, can't be waved away, can't be pulled open, can't be folded, can't be dispersed, and welcomes me with pleasure, and is on cloud nine. The mountains are covered with fog, and the fog cages the mountains. The green is white, and the white is soaked in green, just like green grapes covered with frost, and like elegant and delicate landscape paintings. The vast Cangshan Mountain sometimes sleeps soundly, and sometimes holds vegetarian dances.
Wild flowers and weeds in spring are undoubtedly favored. The clusters of wild flowers, full of hills, red, yellow, white and purple powder, are woven into colorful brocade. They don't have the shyness of budding, and they seem to be participating in a "competition for beauty in spring". Even the unknown grass, which just opened its sleepy eyes, was attracted by the graceful flowers, staring at the splendor and willingly bowing under the legs of the flowers.
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The beauty of spring is far more than that. Let me follow the footsteps of spring and touch the beautiful spring with a sweet smile! The harvest along the way is not only beautiful scenery, but also full of happiness and a refreshing and optimistic mood.
Everyone has his own share of wealth, but mine is incomparable.
I remember one day at the age of seven, when I was having fun, I suddenly felt extremely itchy, gently wiped it off, and it was all pimples, so I ran to my mother in a hurry.
My mother told me to lie on the bed and not move. She carefully opened my clothes and shouted anxiously, "Oh, no, there is chicken pox on my back!" " After my mother's description, I probably know the appearance of chickenpox: they stand on my back like hills, red, and the skin on the outside is so thin that it will break when touched lightly, so thin that it seems that I can see the flowing objects inside ...
"You wait for me here, I'll be right there, don't move!" Mother told me again and went upstairs. I thought chickenpox just needed to be squeezed out, so I reached for the hills. Suddenly my mother patted my hand: "I know it's itchy, but you have to endure it. It's even worse if you scratch it, and you will leave a scar!" " After that, I dipped a cotton swab into the potion and rubbed it gently and slowly for me. I suddenly felt refreshed, so I lay comfortably on the bed and my mother was relieved.
In the early hours of the morning, the disappointing chickenpox swelled up again, which made me afraid to turn over. My body itched to death! I couldn't wait to cut off the layer of meat on my back. My mother seemed to feel that something was wrong with me, so she got dressed and applied a cold towel for me. Soon I fell asleep, but in the next half hour, I could vaguely feel my mother changing towels, rubbing medicine, changing clothes and covering the quilt for me ... In the next few days, my mother was so busy repeatedly.
Motherly love, this is my wealth, which can't be measured by light and cold coins. My wealth, never change!
Our motherland has 9.6 million square kilometers and a history of 5,000 years. I want to cheer when I think about it. I have made a pilgrimage to the 40 beautiful scenery of the motherland and visited its famous mountains and rivers. I've heard the cry that you don't laugh when you're drunk and lying on the battlefield, and you come to fight for several times. In the 900-mile desert, I've seen the beauty of the desert where the smoke is straight and the long river sets the yen. These histories always make me unforgettable. From the scenery, we have the Great Wall of Wan Li, the Summer Palace and the towering Five Mountains in China ... When I saw this, I thought, no, it's not architecture, but the crystallization of our Chinese people's wisdom! Speaking of which, let's talk about people again. We have Yue Fei, who is loyal to serving the country, and four outstanding people in the early Tang Dynasty ... I am speechless at the thought of this, and I have a feeling that I am hitting my heart! I want to stop, I want to stop, this is our Chinese nation, this is my motherland! Historically speaking, looking back, ancient China was once full of worries and bullying.
Who can forget the broken walls left by the invaders in Yuanmingyuan? Who can forget the humiliating history of land expropriation compensation? The kind people of China finally understand the meaning of "being behind will be beaten". For the sake of the birth of the motherland and the liberation of the people, a large number of outstanding sons and daughters of the Chinese nation stood up and fought bloody battles, shed their heads and shed their blood; For the founding of New China, countless scientists, artists and writers gave all their youth and wisdom without reservation. They take the safety of the world as their own responsibility, courageously follow one another, and guide the troubled motherland through the storm of the century. The motherland, for our ancestors, is not only a deep feeling, but also a heavy responsibility! I am proud that the long history of my motherland, thousands of years of wind, can not blow down her tall and straight backbone, I am proud of the strength of my motherland! Against the domestic troubles and foreign invasion, the time wasted has filled all our hopes and expectations in the famous mountains and rivers of the motherland!
Excellent composition in Grade 2 10 Me! Is an ordinary boy, will grow like a small tree. But two days ago, I went to my brother's house to play, and he actually said that I had been in Grade Two! I think it's impossible! Later, when I was paying attention to myself, I found that I was really infected with the attribute of Grade 2. I opened the bookshelf without knowing it and found it full of comic books!
Secondary two! In my opinion, it is not a good attribute, after all, it will make people laugh. I feel like a baby who has lost the map to go home, powerless and confused! I found that I really became a complete otaku! ! I just turned on the computer that day and found those cartoons and animations all over the desktop! ..... I smiled, and I laughed a lot, which made people feel scared, because I started to be afraid! My brother said that he also has this time, and you must also think that when you feel the most caressing! After hearing this sentence, I think again. What makes me ashamed is that I really let my brother say it right ...
That kind of flattery is brought by the second element, which is very good, because the reality is ugly. But I still want to escape from this frightening flattery, but I feel that I have lost. Every time I don't know what's going on, there are a lot of anime hands in my house. I sat down and thought, is the second element really that good? Is it that hard to get through it?
I know it's just a physiological phenomenon, a personality, but it will always pass, but I want to pass it quickly! I picked up the pen with my weak hand again, and I thought it would be better if I wrote it out!
Until today, I haven't asked for the second grade attribute. I sit by the window and look at the blue sky. Only today is the blue sky, and all my troubles are please! It's strange to quarrel with my parents, and it's twice as strange as my parents' scolding. Everything reflects my second attribute! When I think of these things, I feel confused again. I really want to shout to the sky, "It's not that I'm wrong! But the world is wrong! "
Excellent composition in Grade 2 1 1 "Test, test, test the teacher's coup, score, score, score the students' life roots."
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About last month, our school held a monthly exam, and the students were so nervous. There is not much time after the flood holiday and the National Day holiday. I don't know anything about politics or history. The students are more flustered than one.
After the exam, the students with good grades discussed the answer in the corner in groups. "What did you choose for the third multiple-choice question?" Then a group of average students will run to "B" immediately.
Average students, they will reflect on themselves. Listening to the students with good grades saying sorry answers to themselves, I was depressed: hey! Points have been deducted again. I'm sure I won't do well in the exam this time. And some students with poor grades know that they have failed in the exam again, but they will act as if they don't care, come in from the classroom door, shout loudly, and then shrug their shoulders. At this time, there will be some protests from the people under discussion: "Sick, you!"
And some quiet girls will lie on their seats, showing a melancholy expression. Playing with an eraser in his hand. A group of naughty boys came over and pulled girls' hair, deliberately making girls angry. At this moment, the girl put down her eraser and took the book, while running all the way chased the boy. And those boys who are not ashamed are laughing and running: Yes, the goal has been achieved.
As for me, I am a middle-aged student, sitting alone in my seat reading a story book. Hey! It should be understood that there are too many answers to others' apologies just now, and the blow is too great. I want to ease my mood in some way.
After such a "roast", hey! We're all burnt up.
Excellent composition in Form 2 12 Some people regard money as wealth; Some people regard wisdom as wealth; Some people regard friendship as wealth ... and I regard maternal love as wealth.
After school, it rained heavily. I am anxiously waiting to pick up my mother at the school gate. After waiting for a long time, I couldn't see my mother. Did mom sleep at home and forget me? Why don't you come and take me home? Or, mom can't get away from work?
I'm imagining things. It's raining harder and harder, and it's getting darker and darker, and my mood is getting lower and lower.
I craned my neck and looked across the bridge from time to time. Soon, a vague but familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain and quickly came here. Oh! It's mom! It's mom! I can't wait to run to my mother. My mother quickly put on my poncho and carried me to the car. In the car, bean-sized rain beads hit my head and felt a little cold.
When I got home, my mother quickly put on clean clothes for me, regardless of her wet clothes. She hurriedly warmed the milk again for fear that I might catch a cold. When everything is all right, she will take care of herself.
The rain stopped gradually, and I suddenly had a fever again. Mother hurriedly picked me up and ran to the hospital. After he settled me down, he hurried to register and get a drip ... Busy, anxious sweat covered her forehead; Tears of distress filled her eyes. At this time, I was lying in a hospital bed and fell asleep quietly. My mother is still taking care of me in front of the bed, calling doctors and nurses to examine me. Her thin figure shuttled back and forth in the lobby and corridor of the hospital, for fear that I would have a fever again.
That night, my mother stayed up and took care of me.
Motherly love is the greatest, which lights up my life and is the wealth I want to cherish most.
Excellent composition in Grade 2 13 After reading this story, I have a lot of thoughts.
In fact, there are people like that cracked pitcher in our lives. Although their
The shortcomings are exposed, which seems to be of no use. However, it is they who have trained more talents, just like a cracked pitcher inadvertently watering flowers. Their shortcomings are not humble and shameful. Sometimes, their shortcomings will become opportunities to cultivate talents. So they don't have to sigh, let alone feel sorry for themselves. You know, sometimes, their shortcomings become opportunities for them to cultivate talents! Blessed are they! When some ordinary people think that they are "dead wood can't be carved", extraordinary people think that they are worthy of praise and gratitude! It is they who have cultivated talents in the new century! So, they are the elites of this era! They may not know that some people's success is due to their shortcomings! "There's no way out when there's no water, and there's another village." They will surely get ahead and become elites! They should not be abandoned, let alone forgotten. Society can develop with the talents they cultivate. It can be said that without them, there would be no social development, and they directly affect the future of society.
Confucius said: "People are not sages, to err is human." This is the truth. We should study hard, make progress every day, promote social development, and emerge as those who benefit from people with shortcomings.
Excellent composition in Grade 2 14 Dear teachers and dear students,
Hello everyone!
The topic of my speech today is "The motherland is in my heart". Nowadays, with the development of science and technology in China, we all live a happy well-off life. But do you know that China in the 1950s was a country that was looked down upon by others? However, because of the return of some intellectuals who had studied abroad, we oriental giants straightened our backs again.
Deng Jiaxian is one of these international students. At the beginning, he heard about China's scientific and technological information and decided to return to China to help the motherland.
Grandpa Deng Xiaoping mentioned Deng Jiaxian and said, "Two bombs are his medals, and China is proud of him! “
Many of these intellectuals are unknown. What are they working so hard for? The answer is simple: for China!
There are so many beautiful rivers and mountains in China. So long history and culture, so vivid national spirit, which is not our pride?
The Yangtze River and the Yellow River. Isn't that magnificent and exciting?
Mount Tai and Huangshan, isn't that beautiful and breathtaking?
Paper-making, well-sinking, that is not the pride of our Chinese?
Whenever we see the five-star red flag rising slowly, our hearts will be full of blood, singing the national anthem, and we all swear in our hearts: to make great contributions to the motherland! Our hearts have long been branded with the Chinese seal. With the heart of China, we are from China wherever we go!
Let's appeal together: "We are from China!"
That's the end of my speech, thank you!
What's the flavor of 15? It's the smell of rice on the dining table, the laughter of family reunion, the crackling firecrackers downstairs, the flavor full of affection and an unforgettable happiness.
On New Year's Day, the Spring Festival is coming, and the family get together and can see their relatives who have not seen for a long time. They always recall their kind faces. Today, this kind of yearning is finally broken. Grandma's smiling, rough but warm hand stuffed a thick red envelope, and my brothers and sisters can't wait to pull me to play games. I feel very warm and happy. The family is round and beautiful. Just like the travel notes of the dream ring, even if you can realize your dreams and feel like you have lost your loved ones, what's the point?
My mother and they took me outdoors. My mother carefully lit the fuse, and then ran away in a hurry. After a silence, suddenly, a ball of light rushed into the sky, making a loud noise and blooming gorgeous flowers. I couldn't help but lose my mind. My cousin said, "Fireworks are so beautiful." I stood beside him and thought: if only I could see it all the time, if only I could spend the New Year all the time.
In the evening, a burst of rice fragrance is like a hand holding the nose to the restaurant. The reunion dinner is the warmest. At this wooden dining table, we talk about the past year and our expectations for the new year while holding vegetables. The thick flavor of the year enveloped the whole dining table. This must be the most unforgettable moment and the happiest time of the year.
Family ties brew the flavor of Chinese New Year. Because of having relatives and being able to reunite, Chinese New Year has meaning, and the flavor of the year is full of happiness.