"The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind." After the primary school teacher taught this poem, I begged my mother to accompany me to fly kites on weekends. Actually, my mother wouldn't either, so she reluctantly agreed. My heart is full of joy.
In the morning, we came to the environmental protection park. An uncle's booth was filled with all kinds of kites: a swallow, but much more beautiful than a swallow, really like a spring girl in colorful clothes; It was an eagle, with bright eyes staring at the blue sky, as if ready to rush into the sky at any time ... After some choices, we bought a butterfly kite, and my sister and I skipped to the square after my mother.
When flying kites for the first time, we were in a hurry. We set up the bracket according to the instructions and tied the bought coil to the kite. Flying kites into the blue sky is not a simple matter. I'll pull the kite string first and ask my sister to help me pull the tail of the kite and run with me. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and I quickly pulled it forward. I thought the kite running in front would fly to the sky, so I let my sister go. As soon as the voice fell, the kite plunged into the clearing and flew. The first time you fail, keep trying. My sister and I ran around the square several times desperately. The kite just didn't listen to our orders and either landed directly or stayed in the air for two or three minutes. Before we sat down to rest, the kite came down again. At this time, our fighting spirit was completely lost, and we sighed. Sister pursed her lips and pulled her eyebrows into a figure of eight. Put your hands on your waist and head to one side, making her unique angry posture.
We sat down by the swimming pool in dismay. Although it is spring, the spring around the pond is not strong. But the fish in the water can play freely, even jump out of the water when they are looking for food fiercely, and then enter the water in a perfect posture. We were stunned by what we saw, but the vitality of spring was hidden in the cold pool water.
"Go against the wind, don't stop." Not far away, grandparents and grandchildren are flying kites. Grandpa shouted to his grandson, "Pay attention to the control of kite string."
"Kites can only fly against the wind", and we seem to realize something. A strong wind blew and I ran against it. When my sister tried to shoot the kite up, I ran faster and faster and the kite flew higher and higher. With the floating degree of the kite, I tightly control the kite line, so that the kite is evenly stressed in the air. My "butterfly" flies freely in the air, plays with clouds and whispers with birds.
All three of us laughed heartily that day. When I think about it today, that day is not only a happy memory of my childhood, but also a harvest of my growth. I will cherish this wonderful time forever.
The sun is shining outside the window, the spring breeze is blowing gently, the magnolia trees on the roadside are in full bloom, under the sunshine, like white butterflies flying in the branches, and the children in the open space are chasing and running in the wind.
? Spring is like a flower, which has accumulated strength for a year and finally blooms at this time.
Everything seems to be just waking up and still in a daze. I don't know what happened, but when I opened my eyes, I knew that spring was coming! Come on! Come on! Come on! They dressed up quickly and greeted this annual ceremony with the fastest speed.
Yingchun has already dressed up and came out to meet it on the first morning of spring. At first glance, it is dressed up. The yellow petals are layer by layer, and there will be another one in the gap between every two petals. Like a child waiting to be shot, he tried to squeeze his little face out of his brothers and sisters. Look, it's wearing jewelry. There is a goose yellow stamen in the center of the flower, which looks like a necklace worn around the neck. It's not very eye-catching, but it's hard to leave when you see it. There is an extraordinary beauty.
Then, all kinds of flowers can't stand their temper. Peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom ... I won't let you if you don't let me. They are all full of flowers. Red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. Flowers are everywhere, attracting bees and butterflies to leave their nests and collect honey diligently.
The rain is not far away, just three or two days. But it's thin, dense and gentle. Knock on people's roofs and play nice music. Maybe it didn't want to ruin the festival, because it rained so lightly and so softly, and it also took a grand bath for everything.
How can there be no fun for such a big thing? The wind is like a naughty doll. The wind is everywhere. Warm and itchy. I wish I could plant vines and spread them far away. But the wind is not idle. It wants to wake up every hibernating animal, let the first spring breeze scratch their belly, let the first sunshine shine on their cheeks, and let them know as soon as they open their eyes, oh, spring is coming, they are going to get up.
In this grand ceremony, everything is full of vitality, exuding vitality, as if to say: "hello, spring!" " "
School started, and one day, when nobody was in charge, spring seemed to come quietly. I haven't found her yet, but she has already found me. At this time, there is always the breath of spring coming at me, and I greedily suck that fragrance.
The sky blue is lovely, like a pool of water; The sun is lovely red, like a happy child's face; Trees are lovely green, competing with each other for more new buds. Winter always passes quickly here. There is no snow and hail here in winter. Put on your down jacket and you will know that winter has arrived. The same spring comes quietly, but she will have a notice, and the willow branch is the notice; This is a warning that the wind will become less biting, and this is a warning that the sun will be so warm. Spring is really not easy.
On the way to school, I always open the window, enjoy the moving green and taste the fragrant flowers.
Rows of willows have sprouted. A breeze blew, and they shook their long green braids neatly. Are they dancing? You see, patches of green come out of the soil, especially grass, which adds excitement and beauty to this spring. Miss Chun embroidered flowers on both sides of the road. Pure white, gorgeous red and golden yellow exude infinite temptation. Winter is long, those flowers can't help it for a long time, and they are released in spring, releasing beauty, fragrance and vitality.
Look, there are still a few bare trees here. Haven't they been awakened by spring? Maybe it forgot to grow up and send green shoots! Or do these trees have experienced hardships in winter and want to have a rest? But every few days, it germinates, straightens up, intends to meet this beautiful spring, and hopes to live a wonderful life again in spring.
The car always drives fast, but the fleeting beauty can still ripple in my heart. Spring is magical, and all these beautiful scenery are the wishes that spring once made.
The sky in Chuqing is always full of dense fog.
It was dawn early, and just after 6 o'clock, it was dawn outside. Just like a child naughty to "drink" away the dark clouds. This weather really brightens my eyes.
On the way to school, the air seems to be brisk, and clusters of people line up and get into our lungs. I'm in a good mood, and my mouth doesn't feel up. Round after round of new moons symbolizes our beauty. Take a sip, as if you still have the tears of fairy elder sister in the sky yesterday!
When the sun rises, there is a faint mist in the air. Such as a thin layer of gauze covering the teaching building. Fog brings the feeling of tide. The sun climbed higher and higher, and the gauze that fell that day became thicker and thicker. It seems to be only a moment from the looming sky before to the milky white sky now. Take a sip, it seems that there is still a mouthful of milk sweet, cool and soft. There is also fog on the window, and a small drop of water is formed where the fingers touch. Finally, like companions, they embraced shyly and blended into the freshest air around us. Those buildings in the distance, even in ink painting, can only see a vague light black outline.
? Those trees downstairs are magnolia, aren't they? They have no leaves, only bare ones. Only dozens of flowers like white butterflies stand on the branches. Now, I can't see anything except a few vague shadows shaking my head. People walk in the clouds, and the stars and clouds seem within reach.
This kind of weather seems to be used to clean our hearts, and the thin fog is a sacred symbol; That faint white makes people want to stop, they are all close to each other, and they dare not approach rashly, as if they can only watch from a distance and cannot be ridiculous.
When the wind blows and people pass by, this weather can actually win my laughter, and it is so holy and gentle.
When I first heard of "Little Li Ju", to be honest, I thought it was a wild flower in the country. However, when I first saw it, I was shocked. It's really beautiful.
"It was very small before flowering." This is what I have said to others countless times.
Yes, the bud is probably the smallest I have ever seen. A small ball is supported on several leaves as big as rice grains, and the bud is tightly wrapped by leaves layer by layer, just like a girl who covers her face with gauze layer by layer. I can't see the color inside at all.
"Flowers bloom quickly." This is what I said when I introduced it to others soon.
It bloomed on the first day after I bought it. The bud first cracked a small hole, and in the next few days, the petals "bounced" one by one. If you don't pay attention for a few days, it will already be in full bloom.
"Its flowers are beautiful." I always say that.
The petals of Little Curie are very special, and the inside is golden yellow, just like the beach in summer, like the ripe mango, like the rising sun. The back is golden red, like firecrackers during the Spring Festival, blazing flames, like the sunset in the evening. Yellow and red appear alternately, symbolizing vitality, hope and enthusiasm. Look carefully, the petals in the middle are like pursed mouths. Maybe someone disturbed its good dream, maybe someone didn't like it, maybe something angry came to mind. In short, they will suddenly realize that they will stop pouting. At that time, it will grow up The petals outside are widely spaced, giving people a soft and fluffy feeling. The petals stretch to the fullest, with unspeakable laziness and comfort.
Little Curie in the sun is always fascinating. The sun is shining, and from a distance, there is always a yellow halo, and the petals are shining, just like the flowers are inlaid with countless diamonds, giving people a feeling of "no orders" (very shiny), which makes people shine at the moment.
"Little Curie has a strong will." This is my last sentence.
It runs from autumn to winter and from winter to spring. When people are cold, it brings us warmth with its enthusiasm. It blooms earlier than the plum blossom, but it still can't forget the whole world. What flower has this spirit? It always blooms and fades silently, one flower fades and the other blooms. Who can do this? The flowers by the window still have no tendency to thank, and there will be no future.
I already have such a flower in my heart, which takes root, sprouts, blossoms and bears fruit. I water with sweat, shine with a smile and bloom forever.
"Love between chrysanthemums and flowers, fresh smell after pottery", since I have a A Man Called Autumn Flower, even if it is as gorgeous as a peony, it no longer enters my eyes. Perhaps I am one of the few people who love chrysanthemums.
The sun is shining outside the window, and the breeze is blowing in our ears like a naughty child. Miss Chun came with colorful buckets, one brush here and one layer there. Wildflowers put on colorful evening dresses, as if to go to the spring banquet with Dashu's brother in a brown suit and tie. The sun is shining on Mother Earth, and the grass has been eager to break through the ground, and we are all alive and kicking.
When the sweet bell rang, as a sports committee member, I instantly turned into a campus "bolt" and rushed to the playground with a rope of wind and fire (actually an ordinary skipping rope). "ah! It's finally time for me, hahaha. " I was carried away and screamed at the sky. I saw the monitor Ji, who wanted to compete with me, running over to me with a walkie-talkie and saying, "Line up quickly, or this young lady will be angry!" I was so angry that I saw stars, but the thought of her holding a walkie-talkie (to be exact, Miss Zhu) immediately made me lose my mind and went back to the playground despondently. "Wow ~" came back to the playground and scared me. I haven't met a comrade like Wukong. I strode to the wall and crossed my feet. I turned around and shook my head at the "Marshal Tian Peng" below to show disdain. I feel like Columbus discovered the new continent, and suddenly my eyes lit up and I hummed a little song and ran to concubine Yu. I thought to myself, "Hey, you are younger than a comrade and so disobedient. Let the Tathagata judge you later. " When I came to Yu Ji's side, I used up all the sweet words and was finally tricked into the walkie-talkie. "Hello, Teacher Zhu, I am so excited about my classmates that I need you to calm down." "Very good." Teacher Zhu thought about it and replied to me. "Yes! I tell you, you can't escape the palm of Buddha's hand! " Finally, we can have a quiet class, but then came a nightmare news-long-distance running. Everyone sighed and stood at the starting line. "DuDu ~" Teacher Zhang's whistle sounded, and the students flew past like wild horses, but after a while, many students' little horses showed that the oil was insufficient, but no one chose to give up and persisted.
Yes, when we are young, we must have the passion of "not breaking Loulan and not returning it", the persistence of "and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" and the self-confidence of "God-given talent, let it be used". It's late March. Facing the coming mid-term exam, we should be diligent, enthusiastic, persistent and confident. Let's March towards our goal in the footsteps of spring.
Flowers are blooming, and birds seem to feel this special call and can't wait to throw themselves into the vast embrace of the sky.
The moonlight shines obliquely on the desk at night. The faint moonlight is pure and elegant, and the room is particularly quiet and empty. On the contrary, in the daytime, the green birdsong flashed in my ear. An unknown bird flashed in the air and landed on the branch, tall and elegant. It is it that makes me hear the most wonderful music of the day, and the trickle of water echoes the birds' songs, such as folk songs, which are not loud but very sweet. Although not everyone can feel this harmony, at least people who hear it can taste the mystery. The sound of the stream is low-pitched, sometimes ups and downs, like dance music, and it is always' wow-la-wow-la'. The sound of birds is high and exciting, like the spring breeze blowing through layers of willow leaves, like the unanimous cry of people, like the rustling of breeze blowing through willow trees. Just listening to this beautiful song drives me crazy. Their voices blend in. After being blown by the breeze, not only their songs, but also the whispers of birds and rivers are as loud as mountains and rivers.
Spring is the time when rape flowers bloom most vigorously. The waves of rape flowers are full of fragrance, which of course attracts thousands of butterflies and bees. Butterflies have no sound, but the buzzing of bees makes many people have a headache, but I think this is the most abundant feature of nature. I will be fascinated when it plays a wonderful March in my ear. Because I know it won't sting me, it not only helps to collect honey, but also contributes to the wonderful music of nature. Their voices are unique. They represent spring, its beautiful and elegant high notes.
The sound of spring is unique. It sounds like a folk song, and it is better than a folk song, like an elegant March. When the snow and ice in winter disappear, you should realize that the sound of spring should be played.
We have a new guest in our house-the money turtle.
Unlike other turtles called "shrinking turtles"! It is cheerful and lively, free-spirited, carefree and unrestrained. Its back is like an ancient copper coin, carrying a heavy shell. Aren't you tired?
Every day when I come home from school, the first thing I do is feed it. It is especially cute and interesting when eating. You see, I threw a shrimp into its "accommodation area" and a perfect arc fell right in front of it. I saw that it first touched it with its head, and then quickly retracted its little head into the shell. In this way, I did it several times in a row, and then I stuck my head out safely, slowly and quietly, looked around and found nothing unusual. Then, I suddenly grabbed the shrimp, turned around, dragged it to a dark place, and enjoyed my "trophy" with relish.
Later, I looked up the information about the beetle. It turned out to be an amphibian like a frog. So, I tried to put it into the water gently, and it "dived" as soon as it fell into the water. After a while, I came up again. Are you playing hide-and-seek with me? Sinking and floating for a while, fiddling with four short and delicate calves, moving freely, swimming around on the water. Look at its swimming posture, it's very interesting, and it's really a veritable swimming "athlete"!
"Jingle, jingle ..." The ringing alarm bell rang as usual. It's time to get up for school! I tried to open my sleepy eyes, something happened! Why are my eyelids so heavy and I have a terrible headache? I seem to be wearing a helmet weighing dozens of pounds, and my ears are buzzing. I struggled to put on my clothes, but still a chill came to me and my body trembled slightly. All the signals of these bodies report to me: I have a cold!
I can't eat a bite of breakfast carefully prepared by my mother. My mother frowned and shouted, "How can I not eat?" How can you insist on taking so many classes? "Dad said sadly," Otherwise, rest at home today! " "My eyes lit up, but I soon calmed down:" No, there is a mid-term exam tomorrow, so I'd better go! " "In this way, I walked out of the house with a heavy schoolbag, and I can clearly see my parents' anxious and worried eyes without looking back. ...
? Sitting in the classroom in the morning, I try to sit up straight, so as not to curl up, shake my head from time to time, wake up my bloated head, stare big eyes and try to look at the key points on the blackboard. I miss the days when I was alive and kicking, alas! There is nothing wrong with the statement that health is the capital of revolution! I struggled in a trance until noon, and it was time to eat. The students walked out of the classroom in small groups, but I still had no appetite. At the thought of cooking with oil flowers, I want to jump into the river, but I didn't eat it in the morning and I don't want to eat it at noon. How can I stay at school? Just take two bites, so you can't go downstairs with the crowd. When they went downstairs, they were suddenly stopped by a big hand and looked up: Who? No way! It's dad! I'm a little surprised. My father touched my forehead with one hand and asked, "How are you, son?" "Not bad!" Dad's eyebrows stretched a lot, and then handed me an insulation box! "I know that I have no appetite, and green vegetable porridge is the clearest stomach."
? Holding the incubator, the warmth spread from the palm of your hand to every fingertip. Obviously, my heart is full of emotion, but I can't say a word in my mouth. At noon, the sun is shining. The light shone on my father's face, so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. I just squinted at his smiling face, so warm and warm. ...
? Sitting in the classroom, tasting it bit by bit, the bowl of green porridge was finely chopped, bright and waxy, tasteless and sweet. Taste a bowl of porridge for the first time. It's thick, fragrant and warm. Looking into my father's smiling eyes again, I burst into tears.
? From then on, I fell in love with green vegetable porridge!
? The sunset turned from red to dark, and I began to secretly rejoice. The leisure time that belongs to me is coming. Every time I think about it, I run out the door. Take a deep breath, stretch again and embrace this most pleasant time!
? At this time, grandma always puts out a small table and puts delicious food on it. Ha ha, as expected, going out is like seeing a table of "Manchu-Han banquet", a table of attractive food. I blinked, babbled, and then I remembered-let's eat!
? Accompanied by the high and low insects, I ate with relish. Grandma always likes to bring me some dishes and say, "You have to mix meat and vegetables to balance your nutrition." I suddenly quit my job. I just want to drink soup, but I can't see the spoon. Grandma seemed to understand something, ran to the kitchen at once, and soon came out again, empty-handed. I kept saying, "What shall I take?" Said and scratched his head.
? I was surprised to see this scene. Is grandma really old?
? Recalling her childhood, grandma has never been so fragile: she does housework alone; She also does farm work alone in the field; Grandpa left early, and she suffered great pain, supporting the family with hands as soft as dead branches. How heavy is the burden on her shoulders! But she survived, gritted her teeth and didn't even hum. She survived, she didn't give in to life, bowed her head and gave up! She challenged life again. It is her precious strength that inspires me and makes me face the difficulties and obstacles in life with optimism.
? However, time flies, in a blink of an eye, ten years have passed. Grandma is very strong, but after all, she left traces of time.
? Thinking about it, I can't help but have a sour nose and tears in my eyes.
? After dinner, we sat in the yard to enjoy the cool. Grandma was knitting a sweater and chatting with me: "Do you know, son? Your grandmother was not as good as you are now when you were a child. Let's not talk about food, clothing, housing and transportation, just say that I will do farm work this night. " I was surprised, but then I thought about it and I was right. Yes, farmers have to eat family meals all their lives. Now I want to study hard and let grandma live a carefree life in the future.
? In the moonlight, I looked at my grandmother carefully again. Her face has long lost its original luster, becoming as rough as dead branches and wrinkled as a ditch. When I look closer, my dark hair is mixed with a lot of silver wires, which is so eye-catching and filled with emotion.
? Grandma, time flies, accelerating the pace of your aging, and the time with you is the best part of me. And I just want to be a silver thread, mixed in your hair, to understand your warmth and your heart. I only hope that the years will be quiet and I can accompany you to the old age!