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Better than relatives.
In a Korean village, there lived an old woman and a little girl. When the little girl was six years old, her parents died one after another because of fatigue and illness, making her an orphan. An old woman had no children, but one night she heard a girl crying, so she put on her clothes and went outside to look for her children. Whose child is crying?
She followed the cry all the way to find her-the unfortunate little girl, and her heart rose with the joy of being a mother. After taking the little girl home, she thought, Whose child is this? Why do you cry so much when your clothes are so dirty? Then he asked the little girl, "Whose child are you?" ? The little girl cried and said, "My parents are dead, and I have no relatives." . Grandma dressed the little girl in clean and beautiful clothes and washed her body. Standing in front of her is no longer the dirty little girl, but a beautiful angel! Now the little girl is ruddy and slim, even the lotus will think that she is not beautiful at all!
Since the little girl came to grandma's house, a small hut suddenly became full of vitality, not as lifeless as before. Grandma paid for her school, and the little girl not only finished her homework carefully at school, but also washed, cooked and cleaned the house for her. In winter, warm the quilt for grandma; In summer, slap your grandmother! Grandma is sick, give her medicine and tell her jokes to make her happy every day! The little girl got 100 in all subjects. She was admitted to a key junior high school. Grandma was very happy when the news came, but she was worried about the little girl's tuition. However, she borrowed money everywhere and finally sent her to junior high school. She was very sad at the thought of leaving her grandmother. She hugged her tightly and promised to study hard in the future to change her life. Ten years later, she did it.
Yes, there are many such people in life, but now people are fascinated by money, but their feelings are numb How I wish people would stop being fascinated by money and let their feelings regain consciousness!
I like the 600-word illustrated composition. I have an encyclopedia for teenagers, which is a birthday present from my father. I like it very much.
The cover of this book is very beautiful. There are many natural objects painted on the white plastic surface, including elephants, kangaroos, insects, leaves, chrysanthemums, satellites and rockets. There are snakes, eagles, cars, planes and so on. The contents of this book are divided into cosmic science, earth science, biological science and so on. , covering astronomy, geography, physics and chemistry. This book is interesting for children, and every page is printed with colorful illustrations and beautiful pictures, which makes people understand and want to read. When reading a book, the reader can firmly remember the knowledge unconsciously. This book is of great help to me!
Once, I said to my neighbor's children, "In fact, there are more than 50,000 kinds of mollusks on the earth." They didn't believe anyone and called me a "braggart". After returning home, I searched for these materials in the bookcase and finally found an article about the biological world in the book Encyclopedia for Teenagers. I showed it to the children and confirmed my statement. They all praised me for my knowledge. Another time, I saw the word "silver halo" in a book. I don't know what happened, so I opened the "Youth Encyclopedia" to find the answer, and I found the answer on 13 page. It turns out that the silver halo is a spherical part of the uplift of the Milky Way, with very thin high-temperature gas, in which most spherical clusters are distributed.
The Youth Encyclopedia has enriched my knowledge, broadened my horizons and helped me study and live better. It's my mentor.
3. Jingdezhen Illustration Writing 400 words Jingdezhen is the porcelain capital of China, with a porcelain culture of 1000 years. Jingdezhen porcelain is famous for being as white as jade, as bright as a mirror, as thin as paper and as loud as a chime. The smell of porcelain culture permeates every street, every building and every corner of the city.
Seeing porcelain is of course an essential project. I was deeply shocked when I entered. Every piece of porcelain is as white as jade, without any flaws, even if you look at it, you can't see it. White porcelain glittered in the light, which dazzled me.
There are many kinds of porcelain, and the number is countless. Scenery, flowers, birds and animals, plants, insects and fish. . . . . . Patterns are everywhere. Every piece of porcelain is hand-painted, and the pattern is more realistic.
You can't help buying so many porcelains. We bought some porcelain flutes and two porcelain lamps. The porcelain flute is round, big and fat, like a bulging belly. There is a protruding part on it, which is used for blowing air. There are four holes in the front and two holes in the back of the porcelain flute. With six holes, you can blow out many beautiful songs. The pattern of porcelain flute is blue and white, and there is a circle of shining Phnom Penh around it, like a golden ribbon. The pattern is elegant, and the blue flowers are one after another. Small yellow spots can be seen among the flowers. What is this? It's stamens. Flowers with stamens are more real.
Porcelain lamps are also dominated by flowers. Purple flowers are connected with each other to form a big flower ball, and there is a diamond-shaped space between flowers, from which light is emitted. Imagine lighting a porcelain lamp at night, reflecting the dark blue night sky and sparkling stars. It must be wonderful.
Jingdezhen porcelain is exquisite in workmanship and high in quality. Jingdezhen is really a famous porcelain capital at home and abroad!
4. If the cherry is red and the banana is green, write a composition with more than 300 words according to the picture. It is easy to dump people when they are in a hurry. The cherry is red and the banana is green.
Throughout the ages, many scholars lament that time flies and regret it. At present, the long history is only a moment of our memory. Time is catching up with generations, and generations are also catching up with the pace of time. The years have changed from a cardamom to an octogenarian. We can't help sighing, sighing that this time has come and gone without a trace, sighing that it has disappeared silently, sighing that the time has passed and will never return! In that case, why don't we seize the moment, seize the youngest in the remaining years, and live every day well. When you are working hard, fighting for study, work and everything you think is valuable, you will no longer sigh about time, but will thank this wonderful time and let you feel every change in the world and nature.
Time makes cherry red and banana green. Oh, that's great.
5. Look at the picture and write a composition (300 words). Mother's love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.
I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me.
However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital.
It was dark on the road. I was so scared that I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back and you will be there. "
When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw the doctor. The doctor took my temperature. At first glance, it is a high fever of 465,438+0 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just silently said," well. "
But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English.
When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "
Mom said with tears in her eyes, "Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you must be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on!" Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love.
A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."
Great maternal love as the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.
When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all.
I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.
And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something.
She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."
At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion.
I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories. I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.
I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.
My father loves me like a mountain. My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason. Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory.
My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building.
I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know that in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg and walked a lot, and his foot was worn out.
Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.
My father loves me like a mountain. I wanted to write an article for my father a long time ago, but I didn't start writing.
I have a beautiful pencil case. It has been with me for more than a year. It's a gift from my sister-in-law on Children's Day, and I like it very much. This pencil box is about 19 cm long and 9 cm wide. It is rectangular. It is wearing a sky-blue coat with beautiful colored English letters on it. There is a lovely little white cat on the front. It has big eyes and a flower on its hand. I don't know what it is doing. I also gave the kitten a lovely name, called good cat. This pencil box has four layers. The first floor is very wide, where my sister's water-based pen, my sister's pencil, my aunt's highlighter pen and my uncle's red pen live. The second floor is the ruler's room, the third floor is the refill of mechanical pencil highlighter ballpoint pen, and the fourth floor is the eraser and correction tape that can be corrected! Whenever I do my homework, I will take my pencil girl out of the first floor and do her homework carefully. If I write a wrong word, I will take out a fragrant eraser, rub it gently in the wrong place and correct the wrong word. When drawing, I will take out a ruler and draw one beautiful picture after another with the help of a ruler. Sometimes I forget to bring my marker in art class. At this time, the refill of the color highlighter lying on the third floor can come in handy. I can draw beautiful colors with them, and the painting effect is very good. Whenever I get good grades in exams, I will watch them happily, because they also contribute. My pencil box is like a big family. Pencils, erasers and rulers are all members of this family. They live in harmony, never quarrel, and help me finish every homework. I like this pencil box. It is not only a good helper in my study, but also a good friend in my life. A: On a quiet night, everyone fell asleep, but the little master's schoolbag was noisy and very lively. When I walked in, it turned out that the stationery in the pencil case had quarreled. You see, every stationery is so noisy that no one will let anyone. Everyone is arguing about who deserves the most credit. The first speaker was the graceful pen, which straightened up and proudly said to everyone, "I am the best!" " Because the little master can't do his homework without me every day, and he can't finish his homework without me, so my contribution is the greatest! "As soon as the voice of the pen fell, it attracted the dissatisfaction of the pencil:" Who said that your contribution is the greatest? I can also help the little master write, but can you help the little master draw? Whenever the young master wants to draw online in class, how can there be no time for me? I have the greatest credit! "After listening to the dialogue between pen and pencil, the tall ruler said unconvinced," Although you can all help the young master write, you can't do it without me. You know, I can draw all the lines written by the young master, and my contribution is the greatest! " At this time, the short little eraser said, "you are nothing, but I have the greatest contribution." Whenever the young master writes a typo, I stand up and erase it, so the biggest credit should be me! " The crayon on the side saw that everyone was so noisy and couldn't help saying, "I can't be ignored." Whenever the young master wants to draw in art class, I always draw! "So, I also have a credit for every beautiful painting that the young master painted!" The compass, which has been silent all the time, also inserted a sentence: "Every time young master draws a circle, he relies on my help. Without me, none of you can help the young master draw a circle. I am the best! " "I have the greatest credit!" "I am the first!" "I am the best!" Stationery workers quarreled endlessly and woke up the sister of the pencil case. Seeing the quarrel between stationery, Sister Pencil Box said earnestly to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen, in fact, each of you has his own advantages, and it is hard to tell who has contributed the most, because unity is strength, and it is not good without one." You should unite and help the young master study together. This is the most perfect. " The stationery man bowed his head in shame after listening to the profound words of his sister in the pencil case. From then on, the two men became more United, and Qi Xin helped the young master together. Everyone is the same in life. Everyone has his own advantages. As long as we unite as one and Qi Xin work together, there will be no insurmountable difficulties and nothing impossible. We must remember that unity is powerful! In spring, the swallow came and flew back from the south. In the first few days, whenever I got up in the morning, I saw swallows circling and chasing in the yard. Two swallows settled down under my roof. As soon as they checked in, they began to work intensively. Grab some branches first, then grab some mud, and then build a nest layer by layer. Take some wool and grass and spread it in the nest. Then, the nest is strong and comfortable. A few days later, the mother swallow hatched four little swallows. They have black fluff, white bellies and bright yellow mouths. They are really cute. I named each swallow according to its size: eldest, second, third and fourth. They lie comfortably in their nests all day, and when their parents bring the bugs back, they scramble to squeeze out and chirp. Under the feeding of the big swallow, the little swallow grows rapidly. Who knows, it didn't take long for them to have conflicts. Why? Because when they grow up, their nests are crowded. If they can take care of each other and understand each other, there won't be much problem. But that little four is so naughty that he always wants to take up more space and often fights with his brother and sister. When mom and dad take back the food, it is always the first to stick out its head, flap its wings, shake its head and keep barking. His brother and sister gave him a dissatisfied look, and he shouted a few times on purpose. After a few days, they grew up and their parents took them out to practice flying. All the other swallows went out, only Xiao Si stayed in the nest, still relying on his parents to find food to feed him. Later, the wings of the eldest brother, the second brother and the third brother became hard, and they were able to find their own food. Only then did he become anxious and began to practice flying. However, it is small and exquisite. It goes out at the latest and comes back at the earliest every day. Look how unstable it is when it flies sparkly! How time flies! The hot summer passed, the autumn wind blew, the leaves turned yellow, the swallows all went back to the south, and Xiaosi followed his parents. Is it okay on the way? I'm really worried. Look at the pictures and write a composition in the second grade. Illustrator 1. I am not the weakest in writing a composition with illustrations in the seventh lesson of Chinese in the second grade of primary school.
One summer weekend, five-year-old Sasha and his brother Togna went to the forest to play with their parents.
There was a cluster of wild roses, surrounded by lilies of the valley, and the first pink flower came out. Flowers with dewdrops dance with the wind and smell fragrant. The family sat beside the wild rose and chatted. Suddenly, there was a loud noise and a few drops of rain floated in the sky. Then it rained cats and dogs. Mom quickly took out her raincoat from her backpack and handed it to tonia around her. Tonya gave it to Sasha. Sasha asked inexplicably, "Mom, you and Tolia both need raincoats. Why did you give them to me? " Mother said, "We should protect people who are weaker than ourselves." "If you can't protect anyone, then you are the weakest." Mom touched Sasha's head. Sasha walked to the rose bushes. The heavy rain has knocked off two rose petals, and the flowers hang their heads feebly, making them more delicate. Sasha lifted her raincoat, gently covered it on Bai Yutang and asked, "Mom, am I still the weakest?"
Mom smiled and said, "no, no, you can protect the weak." You are a brave child! " "
2.2065438+2005, the second day picture (the duckling is saved) "Help! Help! " Animals in the animal kingdom heard the cry, and they followed the sound to find the duckling that fell into the pit. The animals said, "Don't worry, duckling, we'll get you up."
The little monkey is running around under the tree in a hurry. It suddenly found a bamboo pole beside the big tree. Isn't it good to save ducklings with bamboo poles? Said the little monkey. It picked up the bamboo pole to save the duckling, but the pit was too deep and the bamboo pole was too short for the duckling to get up. What should we do?
Little bear said, "Little ducks can swim. Let's pour the water into the pit so that the duckling can't be saved. " So, the bear hurried home to get the bucket, walked to the river and poured the water in the bucket into the pit, but the pit was too deep and the water soon leaked out. The duckling didn't come up.
At this time, the elephant said, "I can save the duckling in the pit with my nose." So the elephant put its nose into the pit and gently rolled up the duckling.
The duckling is saved. He thanked his three good friends with tears.
This story tells us that we should use our brains and find ways to do everything.
3. Look at the picture and write a model essay in the second grade. Where to find primary school composition teaching has always been the focus and difficulty of primary school Chinese teaching, and it has also been the most troublesome thing for students for a long time. The cultivation of writing ability in the lower grades of primary schools should start with the training of reading pictures and writing. Looking at pictures and writing is the initial training of writing, and it is a good way to cultivate children's cognitive ability, thinking ability in images, imagination ability and expression ability.
I heard that many children are afraid to look at pictures and write. It seems that they have nothing to say and write. Take my children for example, in fact, it is the same. Every time she is asked to write independently, she always sits for a long time and doesn't know how to write. But if I watch and talk with her, she can tell me a lot. Why is it so easy for children to say and so difficult to write? Personally, I think there are several reasons: (1) Children don't know how to look at pictures and write. (2) It takes a process to transform spoken language into written language, and our children are still too young. They are all in the stage of exploration and discovery, and their ability to master the language is very weak. Therefore, they need the help of teachers and parents.
Today, I will share with you a little practice of guiding my daughter to look at pictures and write. I hope everyone will forgive my immaturity! I also hope that my speech can play a role in attracting jade, and I look forward to sharing more practices and experiences in helping children write at home or in other ways in the future.
4. China, a second-grade primary school student, looks at pictures and writes, with beautiful window grilles. Today, the teacher assigned a special assignment: making a small production. I'm going to make a window grillage. I found colored cardboard, scissors and glue sticks and started to work.
I'll fold the paper sideways first. After folding it three times, I cut out various figures on each side with scissors, such as semicircle, rectangle and square. Finally, I opened it gently, and a beautiful window flower appeared in front of my eyes. Before I could be happy, I suddenly thought that it might look better if I cut more window grilles and pasted them on the window, so I made several more and pasted them all on the window. Wow! The whole family has become very beautiful.
I made beautiful window grilles with my hands and brain, and I felt the happiness of my hands and brain in my heart.