Prague is a beautiful city. It has a long history, and the people there are skilled and can make all kinds of exquisite articles. This morning, we came to this beautiful city.
As soon as the plane landed, we went to the center of Prague by bus. The first thing that appeared in front of us was the Old Town Square, which was a square. In the center of the square is a lifelike statue of Hus, as well as the magnificent Temple of Heaven Church and the world-famous astronomical clock. There are many shops decorated in Bohemian style around the square. Suddenly I saw a dessert shop with a lot of people. The ice cream in people's hands is different from the ice cream cone in China. The ice cream on it turned out to be rose-shaped and colorful petal-shaped. It's really eye-catching I dragged my mother into the dessert shop and chose five colors of ice cream. I saw the aunt who made ice cream holding a small shovel in her hand, clicking in a bowl full of ice cream like a dragonfly, and a roll was ready. Aunt gently put the burrito on the cone, and then shoveled the ice cream into pieces with a shovel. Although the ice cream slice is as thin as paper, it hasn't melted. After a while, a beautiful five-color rose ice cream was made, and I couldn't bear to eat it. Czechs have really smart hands,
Czechs can not only make beautiful ice cream, but also make exquisite glass products. It is said that Swarovski is also a brand founded by Czechs in Austria. There are many shops selling glass products around the old town square. Glass products are big and small, the big one is half my height, and the small one is only my thumb. My favorite is a horse, with a plump brown body and a slightly open mouth, eager to try, as if going to the battlefield. There is also a kitten, with two ears standing upright on the top of her head, as if listening to information, two drop-shaped front legs half bent, as if ready to escape at any time, and a round head with black pearl-like eyes, which is very cute.
Prague is really a beautiful and mysterious city. It has a long history and culture, beautiful buildings and all kinds of exquisite articles. I believe that more beautiful things will be discovered during the tour.
In the class, many students like roses, because it has the nobility of peony flowers, the elegance of bamboo and the fragrance of jasmine. However, I don't like roses. This happened when I was six years old.
Early in the morning, I came to grandpa's garden, which was full of fragrance. I ran over and saw that it was a blooming rose. She blushed like a lady who touched rouge.
Inadvertently saw the small thorn on the rose, I was fascinated and suddenly had an inspiration: grandma was worried that she didn't need a needle, so.
It is economical and convenient.
So, I started the plan of making needles. I think: first, pull out a thorn and drill a hole with a nail to make it bigger. Otherwise grandma will wear glasses on her high nose again. After drilling, grind it with a knife, otherwise it will be difficult to sew clothes and it will be easy to prick your hands.
Do it! First, the first step is to pull out the thorn. I carefully put my hand into the rose bushes. Before I could act, I was stabbed by a small thorn of a rose. Suddenly, bright red blood came out, and I couldn't help crying. When my mother saw it, she wrapped her fingers for me and said cheerfully, "Silly child, that's a self-defense weapon for roses!" " It's okay, learn from mistakes! "In a word, I bowed my head shyly.
From then on, I was a little scared when I saw roses, and I was afraid to touch other plants with thorns.
One day, my mother asked me to trim a white rose with scissors. As soon as I received the order, I quickly picked up the scissors and trimmed them carefully.
I'm trimming it. In the process, I accidentally cut off a rose. Ah! what can I do? Roses are mom's baby! If my mother found out … I quickly put the cut rose branches in the ink bottle and ran out as if nothing had happened.
When I went back to my room at night, my god, that white rose turned blue! I grabbed the rose and looked at it carefully. I didn't find any difference. Look at the ink bottle again, there is no difference, but there is less ink. "Has the rose absorbed the ink?" I said to myself.
I quickly told my father about this discovery, and my father solemnly said, "That makes sense. Let's try again! " "In order to confirm my findings, we secretly cut off two roses while my mother was not paying attention, inserted them in red and blue ink respectively, and observed them carefully.
At first, the rose didn't change. After a while, the stem of the rose slowly changed color, then the stamens were dyed, and then the petals were dyed a little color. Finally, the color of the flowers changed completely, one was red and the other was blue.
The whole process took several hours and we also observed it for several hours. In life, as long as you observe carefully, you will certainly get something.
Fourth grade rose composition 4 "La La La ..." A sweet voice came from the classroom.
The students were shocked, only to see a man standing on the platform wearing a cap, a silk plaid shirt and pink stockings wrapped around Bai Zhe's legs.
"Hello, I am a new classmate. My name is Bixi. I am a French child because I am a quarter French and a third China. " Prissy introduced herself to everyone with a smile.
At the moment of introduction, Bixi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Because, she saw a girl, her name is Yi Jieyi, who used to be her best friend. Yi Jieyi left Bixi because her father was sentenced by law. Bixi was very sad during this time of separation. She thinks about Yi Jieyi all the time, thinking about Yi Jieyi.
After class, all the other students went to the playground to play, leaving only Prissy and Yi Jieyi.
"Hey, how's the time?"
"Not so good."
"Oh ... well, how's your father?"
"Not so good."
"Is your mother all right?"
"Not so good."
Prissy froze. She doesn't know why Yi Jieyi is so cold to her. She didn't know why Yi Jieyi only answered her with these words, or repeated them. Is it because of her?
"In accordance with, you tell the truth, is it because ..."
Prissy had not finished speaking when Yi Jieyi rushed out of the classroom.
"Tick-tock ..." Tears like a broken crystal necklace, one by one, slide down the cheeks of Bixi.
Today, the teacher brought us a graceful flower fairy-rose.
Roses have many colors, including yellow, green and pink. Red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow.
Teacher Wu sent it down for us to observe the roses carefully. I found some roses are green, some are red and some are pink. ...
The stems of roses are tall and straight, covered with small thorns like swords. It is daunting. I was stabbed by a rose just now. Maybe Rose wants to protect herself!
The leaves of roses are green, like wearing a green dress. It's really good. There are little things like gears on the edge of the leaves.
The petals of roses are red, pink and yellow. Some rose petals have not yet opened, like a shy little girl, still hiding in them to dress up! Some petals are completely open, like a slim girl showing off her beauty with us!
Roses are very fragrant, and the fragrance gives people a better spirit. Roses can be made into rose tea, boiled and enjoyed by people!
Roses dedicate their beauty and fragrance to everyone. Every time I see a rose, I not only see the beauty of its appearance, but also feel its inner beauty. Therefore, I like beautiful roses very much from my heart.
I read the meaning of "send a rose, the fragrance will linger in my hand" from my grandmother. Do you want me to tell you something about it?
Grandma always regards other people's difficulties as her own. Grandma always tries her best to help others as long as they are in trouble. Just say that once, grandma Wu of the community had very important things to do in the field, which would take several days. While grandma Wu's grandson, Xuan Yi, was left unattended. What should I do? Therefore, Grandma Wu is very worried. Later, when my grandma found out, she took the initiative to help grandma Wu's grandson Xuan Yi take care of his grandson. In this way, grandma Wu Can safely went to other places to handle affairs.
Grandma cooked many delicious dishes at noon, including braised pork, chicken feet, shredded potatoes and fish soup with sauerkraut and tofu! ..... Xuan Yi likes to eat, the two of us eat with relish, endless aftertaste, each other's food.
Take Xuan Yi out to play in the afternoon, teach him to play badminton, throw solid balls and jump rope. We talked and laughed in the hall and had a good time. Formed a very deep friendship, in the evening, we also talked a lot of whispers, almost endless words, until midnight, we chatted and fell asleep unconsciously.
When Grandma Wu came back, she brought us the specialties of Shanghai. Look at us getting along so well, she praised me! My heart is sweeter than honey. From this incident, I found that doing good deeds can not only help others, but also make me happy.
I finally understand that "when you give someone a rose, there is a lingering fragrance in your hand." The meaning of "". Grandma is a good example for me to learn, learn the spirit of helping others and carry forward the fine virtues of the Chinese nation!
Ling Wei looked out of the window, and the swaying carriage made her uncomfortable. We will arrive in Syracuse soon. For this completely strange city, Ling Wei just acquiesced. This is a well-known city, a fairytale place. Some people say that it snows in Syracuse every year. Some people say that although it is snowing in Syracuse, the climate is still changing in the order of "spring, summer, autumn and winter". Everyone has his own opinion.
Slowly, Ling Wei's bus entered the Syracuse area. Snow wrapped the world in your arms. There are a group of children in the square, some make snowmen and some have snowball fights.
The bus stops by the fountain in the square.
People picked up their luggage and got off the bus one by one. Ling Wei, dragging a tie-rod suitcase, stumbled out of the car and let out a "sloped" sound when he stepped on the snow. Wow, the snow is buried to my knees. Come to think of it, what is the reason for coming here? Oh, yes. Last time my mother left her a note saying that she was going to study in lily of the valley high school, Syracuse.
Ling Wei found a man in the street, a young gentleman, dressed very solemnly and with a moustache. "Excuse me, sir, where is lily of the valley high school?" The gentleman didn't answer her immediately, but looked Ling Wei up and down and said with a smile, "Oh. Go find lily of the valley high school. Come with me. " In the blink of an eye, it will arrive. It's a beautiful high school-a spacious playground, a beautiful dormitory and a castle-like teaching building.
"I'm in Class One Two, Senior High School." Ling Wei said, "Excuse me, where is the teacher in Class Two, Grade One?" The gentleman smiled even happier and said humorously, "Far away, just around the corner!" " "Lingwei understand, this is her teacher. But she has never seen such a young high school teacher. In her impression, high school teachers should all be people in their forties and fifties.
And the gentleman in front of me seems to be in his twenties and thirties.
Syracuse is really strange.
Every time the warm autumn wind blows, the earth turns golden and the roses begin to wither. I often sigh for them. They silently add spring to nature and bloom on the paths among trees. In autumn, they become yellow and haggard, fall on the soil and disappear. Until one day, I finally had a new understanding of roses.
That night, when I was walking on the path, I happened to see a rose petal lying alone in the middle of the road. This petal hasn't turned yellow yet, but it still carries the fragrance of the past, the sunshine in the morning and even the dew last night. On closer inspection, there seems to be a charming fragrance of flowers and a smell of earth. It must have just fallen.
I lovingly picked it up, lightly sighed and listened to:
I am a rose, without the cold tolerance of wintersweet and the gorgeous chrysanthemum, but I am already brilliant red, enjoying the fragrance of spring and not sighing for today's autumn. Haven't you heard that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more"?
In spring, I send out buds, one next to the other, and the green leaves tightly wrap the buds; In summer, I tried my best to absorb the sunshine and rain, and finally blossomed, with bright red petals blooming vigorously; In autumn, it's time for me to drop flowers, and pieces of red petals gradually fall to make nutrients for the coming year.
I am not sad, and I am not sad for my depravity, because as long as I can provide nutrients for the flowers in the coming year, I can see that a petal is my crystallization and add a few rays of spring to people, I will be satisfied. From then on, I finally understood roses. I once sighed for their fall, but I never knew its spirit, its lofty quality, its happiness, selflessness and eternal life.
That night, I had a dream that I became a rose petal, dancing and falling in the autumn wind. ...
Fourth grade rose composition 9 "I want to destroy all this!" " "The dark Lord said angrily! The demon has been sucked into the body of the dark Lord, and its power is extremely powerful. The dark Lord went to heaven and ruined everything. Suddenly, black stripes and white gauze have the transformation power and become the "time sunshine god"! (Baisha is the angel of the sun) used the greatest energy skill: the trick of white flowers! Black and white time is broken! "Go to hell! Darkseid! "The two men shouted. The dark Lord was killed, and the two of them left singing.