The world is like a colorful kaleidoscope, all kinds of things fascinate people. My friend, when you step into this world, are there any things that fascinate you? Yes, there are many things that can fascinate me. I can tell you out loud that I am fascinated by reading. Some people think, what is a book? Some people think that a book is a piece of paper, but I don't think so. I'm fascinated by books.
I don't know when I fell in love with reading. From the first grade to learn "one, two, three" to "sun, moon, mountain" literacy obviously more, the desire to know more. Ah! Reading really fascinates me.
From a small comic book to a long thick novel, books have witnessed my fascination. This different books bring me different interesting, there is that intriguing fairy tale, there is that exciting fighting martial arts novels, there is that hold the belly laughs at the joke. Among them, I love to read scouting novels the most.
On one occasion, I bought a scouting novel, a thick book. I sat on the bed, concentrate on watching, pondering that one why write his face will change color, soon realized that it carries a transparent mask, in different light reflection, he will also change with the color of the light, really make people produce a sense of joy. At this time, the door suddenly opened, my mom came back from work, asked me if you have eaten, I just remembered that I have not eaten, I do not realize from 8 o'clock in the morning to see 2 o'clock in the afternoon. But I had eaten "rice" in my head.
Another time, my cousin gave me a few books of reconnaissance novels, I can't read them all in one day, so I brought it to the classroom to read, in the math class, the teacher is explaining the positive and negative numbers, I'm looking at the reconnaissance novels, "Kintaiyi Junior Incident Book", in the that the broken bridge can be reattached, and with one hand can do it?
When it came time for the teacher to ask me a question, I suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! So that's it, why didn't I think of that?" When my classmates yelled and screamed, they laughed out loud, and someone else said, "Teacher, this big fool who loves to read reconnaissance novels is being silly again," and the teacher came to my seat and said, "Class is over, come to me," and I was lamenting in my heart: "again" to be scolded ......
If one day I do not have scouting novels to read, I may go crazy, may go mad. Can't really imagine it. Awww! I really love reading, it really fascinates me!
Writing really fascinates me
I love my language teacher in elementary school, I love her smile, I love her words, and I love her comments on my articles, so it can be said that I have been fascinated by writing since that time.My language teacher is 23 years old and she is very pretty. I usually like to call her my sister, and she gladly accepts it.
I've studied dance, painting, and accordion since I was a kid. Accordion, but I have no long-term interest in any of them. I can't stand the poses in dance, the lines in painting, the boring sheet music on the accordion, I always feel like they box me in, make me unable to move, they're not only boring but also tedious.
I love writing and the dance of the Chinese characters. The lines of punctuation, rhetorical devices to compose a musical score, I prefer to sit alone quietly in my room to write, look at the blue sky, look at the autumn, write, it will enrich all my after-school life.
Every time I write a good article, I like to share it with my elementary school language teacher, she is also very patient to read and give me comments, I like the teacher's sincere comments, the sincere guidance of my article, so I am more and more use of the spare time to write writing and diary.
The teacher told me that life is beautiful, nature is colorful, she also told me that any thing can be seen, heard, heard, touched and so on all-round feeling. Hearing, touch and other all-round feeling, she told me, as long as the attention of the observation, the most subtle things can also be seen in the eyes, she told me ......
It was because of her that I fell in love with writing.
Primary school graduation, I put all the elementary school articles, sorted out, carefully bound up, all sent to her, and all the small poems I have written, sorted out and written into < advantages. I'd like to give her a collection of poems that I've written and organized into a collection of poems that I've written. I remember I wrote the longest article is a mythological story, then a hot head, it took more than two months to write a story of more than 10,000 words, the book is called & lt; my indigenous life & gt;. It's a bit like <Robinson Crusoe> it's a magical story about me being caught up in a summer camp activity for bragging, and experiencing a lot of unbelievable things, and unfortunately being blown by the wind and drifted down to an aboriginal island. She has been very supportive and encouraging since she found out about it, and has kept me going with this article.
Because of this incident, from then on, I have more confidence in writing. Maybe that's my connection to writing! I've become even more fascinated by writing!
Reading famous books fascinates me
I like to listen to stories, but since I went to school, my mom stopped telling them to me, and let me go to the library every week to borrow books to read myself. I always like to pick out some fairy tales, little princesses or comics. My mom suggested that I read some famous books, but I don't like them, they are thick and heavy, when can I finish them?
Second grade summer vacation, my mother borrowed a book "Robinson Crusoe", every day before going to bed, my mother read a paragraph to me to listen to, gradually I was y attracted by the plot of the story, when Robinson drifted to the deserted island, I was worried about his fate. Mom read only a small paragraph a day, I could not wait to read, do not know the word on the dictionary. Later I learned that Robinson not only survived, but also rescued the local Spanish shipwrecked. When he took the loyal "Friday" safely back to his homeland, has been away from home for 35 years. Years later, when Robinson once again out to sea for business, passing through the deserted island where he lived, this time to stay on the island sailors and Spaniards have settled down and prospered. After reading it, I couldn't help but applaud him! A year after the fact, I read the original Robinson Crusoe again, there are some more vivid details evocative.
After that summer, I was hooked on reading famous books. So far I've read about twenty books, and the one that gave me the most pleasure was 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, a bizarre fantasy that made me dream at night that I was wearing a diving suit and walking on a coral reef, and the kelp that floated around suddenly turned into a striped fish, and it was so much fun! Uncle Tom's Cabin" let me understand the miserable fate of the Negro, when he was killed alive, I cried sadly. Seeing his former young master take him away for burial, I felt the true love of the world again.
The book that gave me the most knowledge is "China's Five Thousand Years of History", my mother put a map of China and the world on the side of my bed, and every time I read a historical story, my mother and I would try to find out the place where the incident happened on the map, and the feeling was just like sitting in the "time machine" as interesting as it was! After reading the book, a map of China gradually took shape in my memory.
Recently, I have been reading "Anne of Green Gables". Anne is a poor little orphan girl, but she has a very rich imagination, and she fills up her spiritual world with beautiful fantasies, and her happy and progressive mentality eventually makes her a good and kind person, and has her own happy life. I hope I can be like her with great expression and rich imagination.
I like to read famous books, a famous book is like a piece of cheese accumulated mellow and rich, let me fascinated.
I, a girl who was born to love music, have a special feeling and persistence to music.
Whether it's classical or modern music, I love it all. Classical music, in fact, are very classic, after listening to it makes people reminisce; and modern pop music, can let us feel a kind of youthful vigor, so it is very attractive to young people.
When I'm not doing anything, I put on some beautiful tunes and lie on the sofa, doing nothing but listening to music, which is quite good. However, when I'm tired, I mostly listen to classical music, because that can make me more relaxed; when I'm happy, I listen to pop music, of course. Among pop music, I love rock music the most. I can't help it, I'm a bit of a wild man. I like this kind of unrestrained, free feeling, as if it is the love of the same kind of it, huh?
I also like to use music to express my emotions.
Whenever I'm in a bad mood, I'll walk to the piano and sit down, put my hands on the keys, and let that wonderful intoxicating music flow out from between my fingers. I was so intoxicated that I forgot all my sorrows, and unconsciously, I was in a much better mood; when I was in a good mood, I would also play the piano, but of course, the rhythm of the tunes I played at that time was very cheerful, and I wanted to use this joyful music to express the joy in my heart. My mom and dad always say that if you want to know my mood, just listen to the tunes I play. Indeed, I like to use the piano to express my emotions, and I play different tunes for different moods. When I am sad, the tunes I play can't help but carry a bit of sadness; but when I am happy, all the tunes I play are bright and cheerful, so that people will understand how happy I am at this time as soon as they hear them.
I am so lucky! I often say to myself in my heart. Isn't it? I was born in this age of musical abundance, where I can hear the music I want to hear, understand the music I love, and play a tune or two at any time that pleases me, and life is so good!
It's great to have music! Musicians who create music for people, thank you so much! If it wasn't for you, how could we hear these classic tunes now? Music is also a way for us to communicate our feelings. I can't imagine how boring it would be if there was no music in this world! Without music, there would be no joy and the world would be dead and lifeless, music is so important to us!
My world is made up of one note, one piece of music. I love music, I love to get lost in it, I love to understand the story behind it, I love to lock myself up alone in the house to listen to my favorite piece of music ...... In short, everything, as long as it has to do with music, I'm willing to feel, to understand, to practice. In my body, the blood of music flows, and every inch of my skin is inextricably linked to music. I believe that one day, I will have a pair of musical wings, take me to fly to the music heaven belongs to me．
Music, music, you really fascinate me!
Chinese painting really fascinates me
In my hands, I have a colorful brush. Its power is infinite. It, draws out children's paintings in childish colors. It, sketches out black and white colorful national paintings. It, traces out the colorful world of my painting. From the moment I croaked into the ground, I have formed an inseparable relationship with it. Until now, I have been learning painting for eight years! Among the various categories of painting, the one that fascinates me most is still Chinese painting.
When I happened to see the works of the great painter He Shuifa, I was fascinated by Chinese painting as if I was sucked by a magnet. It wasn't long before I started studying with Mr. Zhang Jian.
"Everything is difficult at the beginning." In the beginning, basic practice was crucial. That day, Mr. Zhang told us to draw bamboo. I couldn't even hold the brush steady, let alone draw it. Look at other students pulled out a just into a strong bamboo pole, pencil in their hands back and forth freely, I secretly anxious. I had no choice but to give it a try myself. I did not expect, the bamboo pole after I drew, east to west, soft. In the eyes of my classmates, I saw the ridicule; in the eyes of the teacher, I saw the encouragement. The teacher took me by the hand and led me to draw a bamboo pole, and I had a feeling of enlightenment. When I got home, I practiced and practiced. Practice, practice,...... finally one day, the brush in my hands to manipulate nature. Originally the bamboo poles were like a caterpillar, but now they have become a small soldier with an upright battle posture. Looking at their own little room, white rice paper drawing one twisted black line after another, paper flowers flying in the sky. But I felt it was worth it. I have the courage and motivation to learn Chinese painting and pass on Chinese culture.
The next castle of learning was broken by my "warrior" one by one. I learned the delicate begonias, rich peonies, strange peaks and rocks, birds and animals ...... I was intoxicated in this wonderful ink world.
The effort eventually paid off. My Chinese paintings were exhibited on campus; they were given to foreign friends ......
But I didn't stop there, I continued to paint and paint. I became more and more obsessed with Chinese painting.
I think it is only through experience that one can tap into the true joy of everything. I am y fascinated by Chinese painting, not only because of the charm of the ink world itself, but also because I have experienced it, worked hard, and gained something.
I enjoy the process.
Chinese painting really fascinates me!
I have been in contact with basketball since my freshman year, but I always pay attention to any game and news of basketball in front of the TV, passing, fast break, dunking the blue, caps, all these actions I watched with great interest.
I remember one day in this year's NBA playoffs, in order to see the Rockets and Jazz a ball game, I have been waiting until very late, in the process of the game I have been excited, for the Rockets shouting and cheering." Go Rockets! Go Rockets!" Echoing in the empty room, the game was very intense, and in just a few minutes the Rockets pulled away from the points." "The rockets were so calm and collected in the face of such a strong opponent," I thought to myself. Just when I was feeling pleased with myself, Jazz came out swinging. With the unstoppable momentum, a move to take down the Rockets, immediately equalized the score, the two teams are back to the starting point......
The first half was over, I immediately went to drink a few mouthfuls of water, ate something, in order to rocket better shouting and cheering. After a long time, the rocket once again revitalized, continuous take a dozen points, and opened the gap. But the jazz is not vegetarian, and a wild attack, the score will be reversed, I was very worried. The Rockets might lose. I couldn't stop cheering for the Rockets. But the truth was unchangeable. The Rockets lost, the Rockets were done, and the room went silent. The Rockets lost, but they've come a long way from where they were before. After all, the opponent is also very strong ah. And the Rockets made the playoffs with a superior record!!!
The next morning, I went downstairs to play, I heard someone discussing who had a big fight last night. Come to think of it, the wonderful images from the game kept flashing in my mind." Yes, we should think of everyone!" I thought to myself.
The world is ours, and we can't do it just for ourselves.
1. Photos really fascinate me
First year?6?115 class Tang Lu
Some people say that life is like a book, and I say that photos are the most beautiful illustrations in that book. --Title
(I) Photo - Hands
I like to look at some strange and weird photos on the Internet, not beautiful scenery, but all kinds of people or things. Hands, no more than usual. And the hands in the photos are the most beautiful. There is a pale hand holding a glass of milk. I think it must be the hand of a mother, serving a cup of fragrant milk to her hardworking child. There is another hand that is smooth and tender. I think it is a baby's hand, as pure as her heart. There is another hand that is holding a book, and I think it must be the hand of a student who is not only holding a book, but also holding a key that opens the door to wisdom.
(2) photo - the old man
A full head of silver hair of the old man stood there, the photo is black and white, can only see the old man some curved detailed and lonely background, did not see the old man's face, but I can imagine how it is an old face, how a pair of lonely eyes looking at the street, perhaps look can not imagine it, but I can not imagine how it is an old face, how a pair of lonely eyes looking at the street, and I can not imagine it. Over there, perhaps look can not imagine the story behind it, but look at that lonely background, whether some familiar, in our lives whether there is the same photo, perhaps when you leave home from time to time a glance will see the balcony still has a familiar background, perhaps we did not pay attention.
(3) Photo - Butterfly
Golden light shines on the pair of the most beautiful wings, a butterfly is breaking out of the cocoon. It flew so proudly, but without a trace of attachment, it showed its wings to the fullest. When I saw this photo, I went to marvel at the butterfly's courage to break out of its cocoon and its pair of beautiful wings. But only see the cocoon shell alone there, I think maybe the butterfly was cocooned for too long, right? It will be so unattached to the "home" where it has resided for so long. I vaguely heard the cocoon shell to the beautiful butterfly said: "through the long darkness, is to get the most shining light, and that bondage is in order to let you fly more freely in the future! And the butterfly flew away mercilessly.
Photographs really fascinate me, photographs not only opened my eyes, but also let me appreciate the feelings in life, there are family, friendship, and the hope of the lonely old man and the butterfly left a selfless cocoon shell ......
Photographs really fascinate me!
2. Life really fascinates me
Fu Jinqiu, the first year?6?111 class
Fabulous life, colorful life, along with the wind and rain hidden in my heart, intoxicate me and fascinate me.
Life is a picture, let me fascinated, it is an ordinary white paper, I will be like the masters of the masters in the above randomly painted foam, or colorful, or gloomy and melancholy. Life is not as unrestrained as Xu Beihong's painting of horses, not as meticulous as Qi Baishi's painting of shrimp. It is a spirited yet meticulous masterpiece that is so mesmerizing.
Ah! Life, how can your colorfulness not fascinate me?
Life is a poem that fascinates me, it is a piece of thought, I will be like the ancient and modern poets and sages to fill in the lyrics for it, sometimes like the great river going east, sometimes like a small river, how beautiful, how intoxicating, and not as sad as Du Fu's lament. Life is so harmonious and fascinates me with its unique tunes.
Ah! Life, how can you not mesmerize me with your melodiousness?
Life is a philosophical language that fascinates me, it is supposed to be an unknown truth for me to prove it. It is deep and unrelenting, a contrast between beauty and evil.
Ah! The truth of my life, you are magnificent and magical. You have brought me through the storms and made me successful. You have honed my will, and made me feel the newness of the world,
Ah! Life, everything about you fascinates me. If I were a writer, I would write for you the creation of writings, if I were a poet, I would write for you a thousand famous poems, if I were ...... and all this I am not, I am just myself, can only come out of a glorious life for myself.
I can't help but be poetic about this, and today I fill in the first poem with me. Why was born? For what I want. I'm not sure why I'm so happy about it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. The reason for this is that life is also life, and the meaning of joy is also life. I am happy to live my life for life.
Life makes me happy, life fascinates me, I would like to be intoxicated by life.
3, fireworks really fascinate me
First year?6?14 class Chen Wenjin
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, people are always inevitably singing and dancing, and the lively atmosphere from the street to the end of the alley, everywhere is decorated with lanterns and colors, and a sea of people.
I sat in the window, enjoying the song and dance, but also waiting, when the fireworks bloomed, the brilliant moment. With a loud bang, a firework bloomed over the river, followed by a two, the sky replaced the black curtain, and the street lamps on the riverfront, the stars in the sky, the river rain reflecting the colorful, reflecting the excited people on the ground, so a peaceful world!
I watched from the window, the fireworks burst into the sky at once, angry, changing all kinds of shapes, and then gradually into the night, faded into the air, at this time I have just a kind of sadness, the fireworks are lonely, lively only the sky, it is the anger, is brewing for a long time, because it knows that their lives will only have a short stay. Therefore, it chose in the highest place, the sky away from the human world, quietly, lonely bloom, and bloom the most brilliant colors, let people know that it has existed, and brilliant.
So, in my opinion, the blooming of fireworks is also the beginning of a life, but the instantaneous life means that when the only trace it leaves behind - the ashes are swept away by the cleaners who come along with it, there is nothing in the world to prove that it has existed, and even if a person has a memory of it, it will be dusty one day, isn't it true that a person is also a person? is it not so?
In the boundless space of the universe, a person is just like a grain of dust, a gust of wind, will disappear without a trace, the world does not care whether more or less a grain of dust. So I know that I have existed, I have worked hard, and that is enough. Fireworks continue to bloom, it blooms when the sparks fall, is it tears? In for we do not understand a moment of gorgeous and sad, more perhaps it is telling what?
"My life is only to bloom, and not to leave traces." The fireworks said. Then the fireworks were over, and the night sky, with all its noise and bustle, returned to its former calmness. I said a silent prayer to the stars, hoping to meet again soon with the fireworks that I was so fascinated by.
I heard the stars say, so that life as the splendor of the summer flowers, death as the quiet beauty of the autumn leaves ......
"How many times have I told you, told you to watch less TV and read more books ...... "Hey! Mom is nagging again. But how can I, a TV fan, not watch TV?
Listening to my grandmother said, I like to sleep when I was young, but when the TV was on and the sound was loud, I woke up right away and was happy. Maybe that's when I developed this problem! I often play with my classmates know, as long as I like to watch TV to the point. I will "whoosh" a disappearance, and "wow" a sitting next to the TV. That's faster than Liu Xiang.
Take that one time for example. I was outside playing happily! Zhang Qin ran to say: "Li Xinyi, I saw your mother ......" Zhang Qin was talking, my watch rang. Oh! It turned out that it was time for me to watch TV. I quickly flew toward home. Zhang Qin hurriedly pulled me to say to me, "Your mom said you can play a little longer."" No, I'm going home to watch <<Flying Fairy Out of Heaven>>." My words are not finished, but people have long scurried out of the square, disappeared. I came up for air to run home, really on time ---- just opened. I am watching with great interest. Suddenly, mom came again, "told you how many times, called you ......" Alas! Look, mom again nagging up. I had to flash such as my room, lest mom's treble burst my eardrums. In less than three seconds, I was immersed in <<heavenly>> dreamland again.
Students, did you know? My mom actually told me to borrow TV Hidden before I started middle school. Don't you guys think that's harder than getting me into heaven?
Ugh! TV is so fascinating to me.
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