In my five years of elementary school learning career, I have given countless gifts, but the most memorable is the gift I gave my mother. A special gift in my five years of elementary school career, I have sent countless gifts, but the most unforgettable or I sent my mother's gift. That day was my mom's birthday, I thought about what I should do for my mom, so the idea of a gift flew through my mind. What should I give her, a toy? No, that's too childish. Food, no, that stuff is gone, I thought about it, why don't I just give my mom a decoration! I wanted my father to ask for 20 ten dollars, go to "Shashala" to choose a gift, pick and choose, saw a glass bottle filled with some phosphor, wow! It was so beautiful, but I didn't have enough money. I went back to pick out others, and I saw one that looked quite beautiful, it was also made of glass, and it was filled with colored water and some other things, so I was tempted and bought it. Finally, I used the rest of the money to buy the wrapping value class - a beautiful gift is done. In the evening, when my mom was eating the cake, I wanted to take the gift out, but I was afraid that my mom wouldn't like it, so I put it back. After a while, I finally overcame the psychological barrier, carefully took out the gift: "Mom, happy birthday!" Mom fixed his mind, and laughed: "Silly child, mom is so old what gifts ah, mom does not like this stuff ah!" I wondered, "Then what do you like?" "You just need to do great in school, that's giving me the gift I want!" I nodded my head and understood. Gift, is the most sincere thing, I give this gift, will make me life-long benefit.
2. to clues to the topic of writing a landscape essaySoon, there are a few small raindrops, barking on the glass, it rained - fluttering silk from the sky falling vertically, such as ten thousand silver threads floating down from the sky, the eaves fell rows of raindrops, like a layer of beaded curtains.
The rain fell more and more, suddenly connected to a wisp of a silk line, our surroundings became a sea of silk, the world of the line. Rain fell on the leaves of various flowers and plants, condensed into a crystal water droplets, adding a few beauty to the flowers and plants.
The ground, suddenly grew a lot of colorful "small mushrooms", that is, people's umbrellas! Rain hit the people in the flowery green umbrellas, raindrops slowly creeping, leaving a curved footprint on the umbrella, flowing down the wire, dripping in the potholes on the roadside, "snap" a sound, splashing the water, ripples spread out in a circle. Rain, and fell on the leaves, flooding a round pearl, lying quietly on the leaves, the wind came, changed the direction of the rain, slanting, rain beads with the leaves swaying in the wind, down, but she seemed reluctant to give up, drooping in the tip of the leaves, hesitant to fall down.
The rain, pounding on the roof, pounding on the glass, played an exciting music. Like silk silver hair, and like a root kite line shaking, look up and look away in the distance hazy, distant mountains, tall buildings ...... are covered by a dense curtain of rain, all around is very quiet, only hear the pattering rain.
Rain to the earth sobbing into the infinite vitality, it is a unique way to moisturize the earth, moisturize everything in the world ...... nature how magical ah.
3. to their whereabouts as a clue to write the spring scenery, you can write neighborhoods, parks, mountains, quite a fewSpring When the spring with her unique new green, sea-like roaming to, can really intoxicate people; when the spring with her unique warmth, the tide as much as the tide, but also can let a person break the soul. Spring is definitely a canvas drenched in the colors of life. New green, tender green, fresh green, emerald green, full of green, tender our eyesight. And the star-like flashing a little red, a little yellow, a little pink, a little purple, also surprised our eyes. So, began to walk in the spring. Treading on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so down-to-earth. As long as the old man of the season drifts in, all the sleeping seeds can be nurtured here, and give life a change of attitude. Spring is definitely a picture dipped in the prosperity of life. Whether it is breaking out of the ground, or budding; whether it is slowly stretching, or slowly flowing; also whether it is silent, or warbling, as long as the old man of the season to pull open the curtain of spring, they will use their own unique way, here in the performance of nature that magical vitality. Thus, began to roam in the spring. Draped in the soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind, swept past. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains a most touching tenderness. Will also feel that nature is a peculiar mother, she chose the end of winter in the depression of all things, will be a thousand forms of life was conceived, so that they step on the most soft first ray of spring light, embracing each other to bring infinite vitality to the human world. Spring is also an arch showing the magic of life gallery. You see, each life has its own specific form, and each specific form, contains a specific life information. Whether it is tall, or weak, all have to go through the course of life and death, but also have a childish and mature season. Whether striking, or ordinary, along that particular seasonal trajectory, in their own specific living space, to complete a period of life's feat. Whether famous or not, whether born in the rich home, or grow in the barren sandy soil, all all, all in the spring of the sprouting of all things ah, with their own unique way, with all the enthusiasm, composed a song of life. This is spring, because of the life of the sprouts here in unison, let me really feel a magical beauty. 范文2，有关春天的作文 作文 Spring is coming Elementary school student essay spring Description of spring scenery composition spring composition spring composition how to describe the beauty of spring (followed by a beautiful article describing spring) As the saying goes, "The plan of the year lies in spring." Spring is the season of planting seeds, the season of hope. In the eyes of poets and writers, "spring is the nanny of the earth", "spring is the dance coach of all green", "spring is the beginning of all life. Charming spring is exhilarating, although the spring wind is still chilly, the heart but feel happy, but also in the growth of new hope buds. In this beautiful spring, teachers will let the students to enjoy the beautiful spring, and write a spring discovery, spring feelings. Please come with me now and listen to the secrets of nature. She will teach you how to read the affectionate gaze of the birds, how to listen to the silent language of the trees; you can also play hide-and-seek with the spring rain, and in nature to feel the flow of poetry ------ quickly go to the spring of nature to make a conversation with the heart of the wonderful spring.
4. to clue to the topic of writing a landscape essaySoon, there are a few small raindrops, barking on the glass, it is raining - fluttering silk from the sky to fall vertically, such as 10,000 silver threads floating down from the sky, the eaves of the house fell rows of raindrops, like a layer of beaded curtains. The rain got heavier and heavier, and at once it became a wisp of a silk thread, and our surroundings turned into a sea of silk, a world of threads. Rain fell on the leaves of various flowers and plants, condensed into a crystal water droplet, adding a few beauty to the flowers and plants. The ground, suddenly grew a lot of colorful "small mushrooms", that is people's umbrellas! Rain hit the people in the flowery umbrellas, raindrops slowly creeping, leaving a curved footprint on the umbrella, flowing down the wire, dripping in the potholes on the roadside, "pop" a sound, splashing, ripples spread out in a circle. Rain, and fell on the leaves, flooding a round pearl, lying quietly on the leaves, the wind came, changed the direction of the rain, slanting, rain beads with the leaves swaying in the wind, down, but she seemed reluctant to give up, drooping in the tip of the leaves, hesitant to fall down.
The rain, pounding on the roof, pounding on the glass, played an exciting music. Like silk silver hair, and like a root kite line shaking, look up and look away in the distance hazy, distant mountains, tall buildings ...... are covered by a dense curtain of rain, all around is very quiet, only hear the pattering rain.
Rain to the earth sobbing into infinite vitality, it is a unique way to moisturize the earth, moisturize all things in the world ...... nature how magical ah
5. Description of the scenery of the essay 500 wordsThe famous Tiger Hill is located in the south of the city of Suzhou, more than 2,500 years ago, this year's Spring Festival, our family visited the famous Tiger Hill. The whole family visited this famous scenic spot.
Into the north gate of the Tiger Hill, across the stone bridge into the eyes of a tall hill, there is a stone engraved with "Tiger Hill" two big words, Tiger Hill Park is so named. When I heard my dad say we were going to climb this hill, I was so scared that I couldn't stand up straight. I climbed a few steps to the top of the hill after a break, I really hope there is a bed waiting for me there!
At the top of Huqiu Mountain stands the crooked Yunyan Temple Pagoda, which I think is a bit more slanted than the famous Leaning Tower of Pisa in Italy. Around the Yunyan Temple Tower from the other side of the hill down to the foot of the mountain is the "sword pool". There are two explanations for the name "Sword Pond": one is that it is shaped like a sword; the other is that there are a thousand swords hidden in the pond.
The front of the sword pool is a wide square, it is called "Sun Wu practice field" here to visit the tourists did not say a bad. There are a few strange stones on the side of the square, one of the huge stone from the center was split in two, so called "test sword stone"; there is a stone looks like a big peach, so it is named "peach", really interesting.
Huqiu there are many beautiful scenery, because the time is late, we had to say goodbye to it, I hope to have the opportunity to visit it again.
Ludiyan is located in the northwest suburb of Guilin, 7 kilometers from the city center, originally an ancient underground river, 240 meters long east-west and 50-90 meters wide north-south, formed about 600,000 years ago, and the lower channel is still developing.
芦笛岩呈马蹄形，洞口高于山下平地26米，洞深240米，最高处18米，最宽处93米，游览路程500米，洞底面积1.49顷。
Ludiyan is known for its exquisite, magnificent, illusory and majestic. Cave stalactites, stalagmites, stone pillars. Stone mantle, stone flowers, mysterious, varied, dense scenery, twists and turns back and forth, the cave sky high and wide, the momentum of the majestic, the extreme creation of the divine, known as the "Palace of Nature Art" reputation.
Ludiyan original narrow entrance, rediscovered after 1959, after careful design, installed colorful lights, officially opened in 1962. Famous attractions in the cave lion ridge sunrise, tower pine proud snow, high gorges and waterfalls, primitive forests, Panlong Pagoda, curtains outside the cloud mountain. Look away from the mountain city, Yuntai Range, the Red Mantle, the hidden scenery to listen to the flute, the double columns of the sky, the lion to send guests and so on dozens of places. Rock in the memory of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and even the Republic of China in the early years of the wall book more than 70 pieces, is the study of Guilin's ancient social history of precious information.
6. Write a 500-word essay centered on a scene I discoveredGoing up to White Goose Ridge The car took us through the curved mountain road to the Yungu Temple in the back of the mountain, from where there is a cable car that goes directly up to the White Goose Ridge, but we finally chose to walk.
With a young man's bravado and a desire to conquer, we walked the fifteen-mile trail on our feet, which was no small feat for us. It is a mountain road that has long had human involvement.
The road is paved with steps, stretching and twisting, rising, turning left and right, turning over and disappearing, turning around is a section of the road that can not be seen. From this I thought of the road of life is not also so? Just to be more complex than this, to be twisted, to be much more difficult to walk, perhaps there will be a lot of desperate road.
I don't know if I will succeed in walking through, but I believe that I have the courage to go on. As the saying goes, walk without looking at the scenery, look at the scenery without walking, the road walks more, people will feel tired, so from time to time to stop and watch the scenery, while resting, while enjoying this earthly paradise given us strange peaks and rocks, clear water and foreign trees.
Huangshan Mountain skillfully paired with thirty-six large peaks and thirty-six small peaks, each peak has its own name, each peak has a beautiful story. The high peaks and deep valleys, and the secluded pools and heavenly pillars, set off the loftiness of the mountains and the cleanliness of the water.
Huangshan each stone also has a name, a story, immortal, magpie, magpie, the sky dog looking at the sun, dreaming of flowers, monkeys watching the sea, with a mysterious, more with a fairy. The peaks of Mount Huangshan are many, the stone is many, the water is more.
Up and down the sea of clouds, there are thirty-six sources, twenty-four streams, sixteen springs, eight pools, four waterfalls. Clear spring waterfalls from the mountains straight down, forming a pool, large and small pools, the water is clear to the bottom, cold and piercing.
The sound of water has been accompanying us to the White Goose Ridge, often we will only hear the sound of water and can not see the water, through the dense foliage will vaguely see a silver belt from the top to the bottom of the road, the head of the road to turn, that the springs of the creek will be the whole of the children in front of us. All the way down the walk, occasionally look up at the sky, the tip of the mountain surrounded by a cloud of fog, then I feel the whole person off the shell of the rise, to the sky, to the clouds.
The ropeway only takes eight minutes of travel, we walked for three hours, standing on the White Goose Ridge nap, can not say is tired is tired, can not say is excited is excited, there is a kind of cozy and proud, as the life of the road, not easy to walk, but ultimately to walk, as long as there is a share of the pride to walk on the line. On the way to pick up Cui rested for half an hour, we began the journey.
Beginning of the peak there is a Mount Huangshan's famous pine - Lianli Pine, a pine tree grew into two, also known as the lovers pine. It is said that all lovers and couples will make a wish there, wishing to love each other forever.
I thought of Wei in front of the tree, and wanted to make a wish with him, but unfortunately he left me a month ago. From the day he left, I began to give up on him, and wishing had long since become meaningless.
I smiled and walked away, with a little heartache. The first letter of the peak down is the North Sea.
We each rented two coats here, a sleeping bag, and rushed to the West Sea Paiyun Pavilion to see the sunset. Paiyun Pavilion's scenery is very beautiful, the sky, blue background, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, with a bit of gray shadow; mountain, washed by thousands of years of water, stone surface smooth, high peak steep bone, piercing the clouds and sky; trees, standing in the cliff side of the cracks in the stone, still want to be upright, still want to go up, do not bend, do not bow their heads, and also to make a variety of postures, a thousand kinds of style, a thousand kinds of tenderness.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, I had the urge to jump. The wind was very strong, so I sat in the Paiyun Pavilion and watched the evening sun gradually dyeing the sky red, and gradually put away her colors.
As the last of the sunset waved away, I thought again of Wei, who once said he would take me to see the sea. I thought that Huangshan would make me forget him, but hearing the familiar Cantonese language and seeing the Guangdong tour groups would evoke my memories of him.
In fact, he is so common, perhaps a few years later when I recall the road we have traveled, I will laugh at myself today confused in this actually did not start the relationship, laugh at my childishness and infatuation today, laugh at me so far can not heal the wound. After watching the sunset, with a frustration, I did not say a word, back to the North Sea.
I'm not very happy, Shihan very much take care of me, but many times I still can't walk out on my own. Seven sleeping bags were spread out, coats were spread out, jeans and sweaters were put on, and the seven of us shared ham and sausage, prunes, and chatted.
Tiredness is gone, leaving only the bravado of the self-proclaimed "Seven Heroes of the Yellow Mountain" and my occasional frustration. I slept in the hall with the mountain spring flowing outside the house.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I always thought it was raining, but when I went out to see it, the moon was shining in the sky, the pines were in the air, and the sky was fine.
The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the sunrise on the Huangshan Mountain, which is one of the most famous mountains in the world.
Those days were the rainy season, but the days were exceptionally good. It didn't rain, the sun wasn't too hot, and we were lucky to see the sunrise that day.
At four o'clock in the morning, all the people sat on the flat stone by the Aurora Pavilion, waiting for the sunrise. The sky around us was gradually reddened and brightened by the sunset, and many people called out, "The sun is over there, over there!" Call and call, but there are five or six sun, and I firmly believe - the sun rises in the brightest place.
Early morning wind with whistling, blowing the pine waves, around the fuzzy mountains, fuzzy trees gradually clear up, such a mood, but really can forget me, just too many people around, too noisy, always feel that such a view should be quiet, no interest, as long as the two people back to back, to the place where the sun rises, without words, only with the heart to experience to communicate, can be constructed! A wonderful picture of sunrise. The first thing we saw was part of the sun coming up, and there was too much fog that morning.
The sea of clouds we saw, a distant white piece, floating around, vast, at first we thought it was Taiping Lake, fixed eyes, drifting and between the peaks, around the tip of the mountain, is not exactly the sea of clouds it? Bright top of the real do a round of immortal, is in the bright top. Standing at 1,840 meters of the cliff, the clouds from the feet of the haunting, gradually rising, to the legs, to the waist, to the shoulder, to the head, the whole body a fog, hazy, as if into the imaginary place, coupled with a great mountain wind blowing people straight shaking, what is called "weak".
I put on the rain jacket, big, open, facing the wind, open arms, clothes floating up, and then a frame, click, "Roc spread wings" of the desert sun will stay down. The temperature on the top of the light is very low, we only 17 or 18 degrees that day on the top of the mountain, wearing shorts, T-shirt, draped in a raincoat.
7. to "homework" as a clue, write a narrative essay 500 a 600 words, write a good reward.Today there is no homework The afternoon is not yet out of school, the students took advantage of the language teacher did not come. The students were busy doing their own things when the language teacher came into the classroom. The students sat in their seats in a disciplined manner, without saying a word, waiting for the teacher's homework. Who knows? Instead, the teacher said, "There is no language homework today ." "Yay!" The students shouted happily, very happy. Like a volcano erupted, I was also very happy, because when I got home, I could easily watch TV, and I didn't have to suffer from the parents' pressure to write homework. I sang home, mom and dad saw me look happy, also happy, asked me: "Why are you so happy today? Did you do well on the exam?" "No, I didn't assign that language homework today." I put down my schoolbag, turned on the TV, sat on the sofa, watched cartoons . Who would have guessed that after watching TV for a while. My father took a few language papers and put them on the table, saying, "Don't watch TV today, finish these papers first, there's no language homework anyway." I took a look at the papers and then at the amount of questions. It was the equivalent of two days of language homework. I took out my pen and wrote. By 7:30, the paper was finally finished. I was about to turn on the computer, but my mom came over and said, "I'll tell you about math after I finish language arts." Mom began to give me another math, not long, only 20 minutes, and the questions all understand. Dad said, "Let's watch TV." I was very happy. I was very happy, turned on the TV, tuned to the children's channel, but my dad changed it from the children's channel to the English channel, I was dissatisfied with my dad and said, "How can you change it to this channel for me?" I said to my dad, "How can you switch me to this channel?" My dad said to me, "It's good to watch English programs, you can improve your English grades if you watch them more often. I watched the English program impatiently, and my dad started to nag me again: "You can't just watch the English program, you have to look at the host's mouth, pronunciation and so on ......" The host said on the stage, and my dad said off the stage. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! This is not to listen to English ah. This day although there is no language homework, but the amount of burden at home, has been greater than the language homework .
8. to homework as a clue to write a composition of not less than 500 wordsI will look for laughs in the usual chat with friends ...... I changed the color of life, and then proceeded to solve the problem, every day is the repetition of such a little thing, more interesting. Some people think life is gray. I used to feel the same way, even though I pass by these places every day. Life is boring and tiring. In their eyes, studying hard and listening to some relaxing music in your eyes turns an otherwise gray life into a colorful one. I have solved the problem of "finding joy in life". That's why they complain about the pain of studying. But the attitude towards life. But I'm glad that I've solved the question of what color is life when I have to do a bunch of boring problems every day. Those people can only solve problems on paper. But then, it's still so beautiful? Most of us live a two-point-one-line life every day, I will be on the way to and from school to enjoy the scenery along the way; I will be doing the questions to do boring . My life has become more valuable because I have changed the color of life, in order to get into an ideal school, sometimes the thoughts will be clear, life is gray, looking for the joy of life, only know how to do the problems on paper. They only know how to work hard from morning to night, but they really never get tired of looking at them. Every day, but not the same, no fun to speak of, do not know to understand, but never want to solve the "joy of life" this is not a difficult topic, "looking for life's colorful", this question is how to solve it. In their eyes, I think life is colorful.
9. write a 500-word essay on the topic of beautyJiangnan Spring
Beacon no longer even March, the mountains and rivers a blue for a new face.
Spring, stretching out her delicate and rich hand, in the mountains on the green manuscript paper, writing verses of beautiful spring colors.
Part I: Spring wind ten miles Yangzhou Road
The spring wind may be the most stingy, the most reserved, but it is the most gentle. It kisses the cheeks of pedestrians, caressing the clothes of travelers, as the mother's warm hands. Jiangnan wind, more jasper general texture. It brought the poplar dancing pulse flavor, brought the willow wadding wisps of charm; it blew a pool of wrinkled non-frowning peach blossom water, depicting a few touch of water according to the weak willows in the smoke eyebrow.
The wind, tangled and scattered a peach red. In the middle of it as if there is a white-clothed group of frail women, let the wind gently ruffled the train of her Yingjie, looking for the trail on the grass, clear tears and clear flow, chanting "Ye Ye Xinxin, Shu scrolls have the remaining love" "Curtain rolled the west wind, more than the yellow flowers thin". ...... song through time and space unchanged, sung thousands of miles away from the Jade Gate Pass spring breakers.
Part II: The day uncovered jade moist as crisp
"From the Poetry Scriptures" to "Chushu" to the night chanting of Bashan, there are many more bloom in the Wangshu languid alley. - - Rain, the beautiful condensation of Jiangnan spring, the soul of the angel does not disperse.
Thin rain dream-like misty, light as a flower, far away like a fog, a vague and misty. In the hands of a light blue umbrella, listening to the water dripping stone steps, rain hitting the thatched banana hazy and dripping. When Su Dongpo was in Huangzhou, it was also in this path of smoke and veil that he wrote a song called "Dingfengbo", which reads: "Don't listen to the sound of the leaves beating through the forest, there is no harm in chanting and walking slowly. Bamboo staff and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A Demoiselle Demoiselle is a life. The spring wind is blowing to wake up, slightly cold, the slanting light on the hill but welcome. The first thing you need to do is to look back at the place where you were, and go back to the place where you were, and there is no rain or wind or sunshine.
Remote millennium, these "a straw raincoat smoke and rain Renpingping" remembrance, has shed the color of the dream, the only remaining clear loneliness. I hope this rain can moisturize the heart of a long time out of the long.
Part III: Pear blossom a branch of spring with rain
A branch of the first bloom of the pear blossom in front of the horizontal slant, not leaf first flower is not with the group of flowers, Tianshan birds and animals, exotic flowers and grasses composed of a strange air garden, it is even more beautiful. Thin petals on the condensation of a few water droplets, not powdered charm, so fresh, so pure, no noisy light and heat, there is no strong color and fragrance, only distant points of color, as well as uninterrupted in the strand of the fragrance, clear, but also small.
Cold and silent.
A white butterfly, fluttering in the surplus fragrance. Lingering wings, gently dancing a section of their own new Zen, flickering with the ancient ethereal light and spirituality, emptiness, lightness and elegance. It uses the snow-like flowers as the background, transforming into a frame of the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Butterfly's thoughts are the secluded paths, walking through the idyllic fields, without dust, only the ancient and beautiful traditions.
Butterfly's mind is clear water, floating through the river, there is no surge, only the tranquility of the transcendental.
Part IV: A river of spring water to the east
The small bridge and flowing water is still there, the clear jade spring is still deep love. The river gurgling stretches, there is no monstrous Yangzi River noise, there is no vast Xizihu monotony, sinking sand folded in the dark wave hidden movement in the low hovering. A green square stone stacked stone bridge, lying on the water. Mottled bridge railing, faded from the former dazzling luster, old. Blood and fire, laughter and tears, are carved in its broad bosom.
When Li Houzhu in this bleak corner of the melancholy solo, the east wind whisked the small building, how can detain the king is not sad! How many things in the past, how many things in the past, can not look back is a prisoner of crime. The long sigh to the sky, "I ask you can have a few sorrows", want to send can not, want to stop can not, little by little, like a river of spring water to the east, even if the turbulence and how to help the thousands of troops!
Empty tears, alone sad, miserable!
Now the waterfront willow, but the past is gone. The surface of the water occasionally floating down the young leaves - spring also have withered, these grasshopper boat, can carry such a worry?
Spring is a book of love, the wind, the rain, the flowers, the water ...... is written in the "spring" title page of a poem, mixed with insights and the heart of the waves, composed of an ageless chapter of the years, drying on the shore of the sea, with the winds of the seasons. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night.
On the road, I saw a pair of Spring Festival couplets: Spring is back to the earth, full of people. I suddenly realized that there is no bright spring light here, and there is no unique scenery, but the roadside flowers and trees seem to contain a kind of vitality that can only be found in the vibrant spring, and the people are given a kind of vigorous vigor, which is touching and shocking.
I moved on with no regrets.
How wonderful this sunshine is.
This is not high and not far and not deep so faint a blue sky, light, quiet.