The cover of a language book
"Jingle bells, jingle bells ......" The crisp *** woke up the sleeping mountain peaks. Students and teachers waved "goodbye" and went home with their buddies bouncing, carrying lightweight schoolbags on the path home.
On the forest path, the students chased each other and had a great time. The children's laughter seemed to wake up magpies, pigeons, swallows. The birds were chattering in the trees as if they were discussing something. Maybe they are blaming the lovely children for disturbing their dreams.
The roadside smells of roses and butterflies. A gust of wind blew through the trees and the leaves and butterflies danced together. It's hard to tell if it's a leaf or a butterfly. The bees are collecting honey from the cauliflowers in the farmland, stirring up their crystal clear wings and making a pleasant buzzing sound from time to time. Frogs are catching pests in the pond, sometimes opening their mouths to "croak" and spreading the news of victory to the people. Flowers are taking advantage of the warmth of the sun greedily sucking the nutrients, a gust of wind blowing, they humbly stooped down and bowed their heads to the sky to thank it. It seems that everyone is busy and happy ah!
The little friends walking, seems to be very tired. Lying on a green lawn. Bathing in the soft sunshine, watching the birds flying in the blue sky, the children all hope that the birds can fly higher and higher, fly farther and farther. I think: the children want to be like the bird to fly freely on the ground.
Unconsciously, the sun is almost set. The children also realized that it was a little late. They were reluctant to part with their classmates and the beautiful lawn. The flowers on the roadside seemed to say to the children: "We will meet again tomorrow."
The children went back to their homes, waiting for them a better tomorrow.
"Kung fu does not fail the people
"Kung fu does not fail the people" is a very famous proverb, which tells people that as long as they are hardworking, there is nothing they can not do.
For example, the hanging beam Sun Jing, he is a Jin Dynasty, every night when he reads, in order not to doze off, he used a rope tied to his hair, the other end tied to the beams, whenever his head hangs down, the rope will pull him awake, wake up and then continue to read, and in this way, he became a celebrity to prevent himself from falling asleep with a hanging beam. There was also Su Qin, who stabbed himself in the stock, because he had been looked down upon by others because he had failed to seek an official position in the state of Qin. So he decided to fight for his honor. Afterward, he wasted his sleep and food to study hard. Whenever it was late at night and all around was quiet, Su Qin was already dizzy and always wanted to sleep, so he immediately stabbed his thigh with an awl, felt the pain and woke up. This is the thorn to wake up the celebrity Su Qin.
Another example is Kuang Heng of the Western Han Dynasty, whose family was very poor, but he loved to read. However, his family did not have any oil to light a lamp at night, and the neighbor's room was lit, so Kuang Heng cut a hole in the wall and used the light coming out of the hole to read, which is the story of "Chiseling Walls to Borrow Light".
There is also the modern Xu Beihong, his paintings are famous in China and abroad, when he was young, he was motivated to learn to paint, with his hard work, for the country to win the glory, not let foreigners look down on us Chinese.
From these celebrity stories, we must know a truth: only to the end, perseverance, can make a difference.
Doing anything can not be trifling, tiger's head, snake's tail, all have to start and finish, perseverance. This is the only way to make a difference, in order to make a due contribution to the people and society.
Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States, is known as a great speaker. His success lies in the fact that he started from the teenage years on the oratorical eloquence of the hard practice, and to do more to see, listen to more. As a young man, he worked as a farmer, lumberjack, store clerk, postal clerk, and land surveyor, to name a few. In order to become a lawyer, he used to walk 30 miles to a courthouse to listen to the lawyers' briefs and see how they argued and gestured. He listened to the loud and impassioned speeches of the politicians and orators while he imitated them. He listened to the sermons of the evangelists who traveled around the world waving their arms and shaking their voices in the air, and when he came back, he practiced his speeches over and over again against the woods and the cornfields, just as they did. The success of his speeches enabled Lincoln to finally become an eloquent lawyer and eventually step into politics.
3. 2015 Sixth Grade Language Book in Unit 4 Look at the picture and write a picture essay (600 words)There must be a worm in this piece of wood
On a morning when the morning light is gorgeous and everything is waking up. The birds in the woods got up and sang, and all kinds of wildflowers
The sisters also danced to the birds' songs.
The tree was working hard to clean the air, and the tree was working hard to finish its night shift.
A woodpecker doctor continued to heal the trees. "Grandpa Tree, your branches are so lush. And you work so hard every night to make fresh air for human beings, who must be very grateful to you, right?" The woodpecker said happily. "Alas, these humans are really hopeless." Grandpa Tree sighed as he spoke. "What's wrong, the humans aren't grateful to you?" The woodpecker asked in surprise. "Alas, it's not like that, you're too young to understand. They cut down all of us trees to make money. My friends and family have been cut down by humans, and it is tragic."
Before he could finish his words, there was a rustle of walking from a distance. Suddenly, from the distance came a man with a cigarette in his mouth and a sharp axe in his hand. In one swift motion, he chopped at Grandfather Tree's feet. "I don't understand why they treat the grandpas of the trees like this when they make fresh air for them every day." The woodpecker said angrily. And to the man's head pecked, "this section of the wood must have worms, this section of the wood must have worms ......"
Cutting down the trees of the man was pecked by the woodpecker head broken and bleeding. It turns out that this is a kind of called "money bug" in the monster. Once it crawls into the human brain, humans will be irrational. Because it is rooted too deep, the woodpecker has no way to help human beings.
The man was scared by the woodpecker and ran straight out of the forest. But the sap of the grandfather tree flowed straight out, and everything in the forest cried. They were grieving for Grandpa Tree, and they were feeling sorry for the human - did humans really have worms in their brains? Heh!
4. The cover of a sixth-grade Humanist edition language book, we have to look at the picture to write an essayThe thing: Many years ago, a dad and a mom wanted to take a vacation, so they decided to go to the town at night. They called one of their most trusted people to babysit. When the babysitter came, their even child was already asleep in bed. So the babysitter just looked to see if the kids were sleeping well and sat down.
Late at night, the nanny got bored and wanted to go downstairs to watch TV. But she can't because there's no TV downstairs (because the kid's parents don't want their kids watching too much junk). So she calls the child's parents and asks if she can watch TV in their bedroom, and of course the child's parents agree.
But then the nanny wants one last request.
She asked if she could cover the clown statue with a blanket or a shirt because it made her cringe.
The phone is silent for a moment.
(At this point the dad is talking to the babysitter)
He says: Take the kids out of the room ......
We'll call the police ...... We never had any clown statues.
That clown is probably a murderer who escaped from prison.
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
(The father of the children who is on the phone with the babysitter) says: Take the children and leave the house ...... We will notify the police ...... We don't have a clown statue ......< /p>
The kids and the babysitter are murdered by a clown.
As it turns out, the Joker is a murderer who escaped from prison.
If you don't reblog this post within 5 minutes, this clown will be standing in front of your bed with a knife at 3am.
I posted it here, and that's why the demonic clown didn't kill me
5. Write an essay on an illustration from the text in Unit 5 of the second book of the sixth grade of elementary schoolIt was a hot summer day, and the air around us was suffocatingly stifling, a harbinger of the torrential rains that were to come. Sure enough, after a while, the sky was dark and black with clouds. There was another burst of rolling thunder from the end of the sky, penetrating out of the dark clouds. Immediately after that, it rained sporadically.
At first the raindrops were very small, and the sound of them falling on the ground was like the sound of an iron violin making a leisurely piano sound, composing a melodious piece of music. Gradually, gradually, the rain slowly became bigger and bigger, and finally came to make a fierce sound, then, the leisurely music has been replaced by a fierce sound. Finally, this time the rain turned into a torrential downpour, hit the ground on the crackling sound, unstoppable, like a fierce blow, as if not to the earth to get broken bones will not stop.
It rained for a long time and finally stopped. The first beams of sunlight emanating from the sun shone brilliantly on the earth. White clouds in the sky, like a lot of soft white cotton candy, make people salivate, dark green mountains washed by the rainstorm turned emerald green, washed by the rainstorm of flowers, plants and trees look extraordinarily spiritual, like many warriors guarding the earth. The rain washed away the dirty dust, leaving things bright and clean. From this, we can see that it is better to be a man than a woman. We also need to look at things from many aspects, good things also have a bad side, bad things also have a good side, this is the rainstorm brought me inspiration.
6. Sixth grade book of the language book of the fourth unit of the cartoon picture write a composition how to writeThis section of the wood must have worms!
This morning, the forest was sunny, birds and flowers, the air seemed extra fresh. Grandpa Tree woke up, stretched a lazy, ready to wait for the small woodpecker sleeping on the branches of the tree to peck their own worms. However, he waited for ten minutes without seeing the woodpecker fly down. Grandpa thought: the woodpecker must have been too tired yesterday, let it sleep a little longer!
But after a while, the tree heard a heavy footsteps in the distance. It didn't sound like the light footsteps of the children who usually come to play in the forest. He looked into the distance and saw a man in his thirties wearing a duck-tongued hat carrying a heavy, sharp axe.
Grandpa Tree thought to himself, "Miserable! Miserable! Humans are coming to cut down our trees again!" Too late, the man had walked over to Grandpa Tree. He took out a cigarette from his pants pocket, lit it with a lighter and smoked it leisurely. Only to hear him say, "Hee hee, this tree is thick and big enough, we're going to make a big profit again today!" After saying that, he chopped down with an axe. Grandpa Tree was in pain and shed tears.
At this time, the little woodpecker in the tree was shocked awake, it violently remembered its obligations. However, when it looked down, it was stunned by the scene in front of it: a vicious man with an axe clenched in his hand, mercilessly hacked at the body of the tree grandfather. Grandpa Tree already had several wounds on his body and was sadly shedding tears. The little woodpecker couldn't bear to watch any longer, it immediately flew to the man's neck and pecked at his head while shouting, "You bad fellow who hurts trees, there must be worms in this piece of wood!" The man was pecked on the head and fled, dropping his axe.
The little woodpecker asked, "Grandpa Tree, your branches and leaves, like a machine, constantly releasing oxygen, creating green for the earth, for the benefit of mankind, mankind should be thankful to you, but why do you still come to harm you ah?"
Grandpa tree sighed and said, "People only care about making money, regardless of the consequences of indiscriminate cutting and selling us. Do you know, every year to make disposable chopsticks, we have to cut down about 25 million big trees, destroy ten thousand acres of forest ah! But some people will always use us to make money and do immoral things."
The little woodpecker said softly to himself, "How can people do this? Why is this?"
At this point, the forest returned to its usual calm for the time being. But no one knew what the forest would be like tomorrow.
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7. Look at the illustrations in the lesson Lights in the next language book of the sixth grade. Write a 200-word paragraphThe millions of lights in the square quietly shine on the magnificent buildings around Tiananmen Square, making people feel bright and warm in their hearts.
The millions of lights in the square quietly shine on the magnificent buildings around Tiananmen Square, making people feel bright and warm.
There is an illustration in the book of a hanging electric lamp under which a child is reading intently.
"I heard that when you press the button, the thing lights up, very brightly, very brightly ......" He struck a match, lit a cigarette, and glanced at the picture, said fondly, "In time for victory, we can also use the electric light, so that the children are all warm. The children will be able to study under such a bright light, how good it is."
One night before the Ching Ming Festival, I was strolling in the square again, and suddenly there was an exclamation from behind me: "How wonderful!"
"How nice!" He was talking to himself.
8. 6 grade first language book unit 8 composition,Look at the picture writingAnother weekend, my mom and I took the bus to the street to buy things. The bus was noisy and crowded with children, gray-haired old men and young men. My mom and I sat on the two seats by the window and watched as a piece of rain drifted along the wind and sprinkled on the asphalt road, forming a variety of shapes.
As time passed, the rain got heavier and the bus drove slowly. Not long after, we arrived at the next stop, only to see the car outside the press of a full of people to get on the car, to be a full number of people on the car, my mother and I were crowded almost suffocated, the air mixed with a variety of flavors, disgusting.
Then the car went a section to reach an intersection, the red light, the sudden braking makes the car people are leaning forward, one of the old man without a seat fell in front of the body of the youth. I heard the young man loudly scolded, "old man, dying ah!" The old man hastened to apologize, the youth saw the car is crowded so stop, but the mouth is still muttering this, at this time the mother suddenly said: "old man you come to me to sit, I will be there soon." I'll be there in a minute." She got up and went to help the old man. The old man trembling walked to the side of me sat down, face full of gratitude to the mother, mom face is also overflowing with smiles.