With a narration, the movie began. This movie is mainly about the gray wolf can not catch the sheep and was driven out of the wolf clan, not easily give up he, with the red wolf and his son from then on embarked on a long journey to chase sheep 。。。。。。
From this movie I felt the hard course of life, and also y understood that sweet has the benefit of sweet, bitter has the wonderful use of bitter. In a word, "Eat the bitterness and be happy."
Sunday, January 23, 2011, Sunny
Today, my father and I went to see my eyes, and I thought my eyes would be fine, but they really were fine. So, we went to the restaurant happily, because today is my father's birthday, so when we arrived at the restaurant, we not only ordered a lot of delicious meals, but also a very nice and beautiful cake. In our laughter, unknowingly passed three hours. Tonight, I think it is a very happy, happy night.
Monday, January 24, 2011, Sunny
Today, my father and mother had to go to work. So I had to stay home alone. I was reading a book with great interest when suddenly the phone rang, who was it? I rushed to the phone and saw that it was my mom. I immediately picked up the phone, but the indisputable phone always can not hear my mom's voice, I hung up in a huff. After a while, the phone rang again, or mom called, but still can not be connected. I thought: is the phone broken, I began to seriously find the reason. Oh, it turned out that the outside line was not connected properly, scared me to death, I thought the phone was broken! I thought the phone was broken! I'd get my pocket money deducted. Luckily it was a false alarm! =
Tuesday, January 25, 2011 Sunny
Today, I went to my grandmother's house to do my homework. But because I was too greedy, I didn't memorize the text. I was scolded by my mom. It's so wrong, I am determined not to make such a mistake in the future. In the evening, not only did I fail to watch TV, but I also had to continue to memorize the text. Alas! Really asking for trouble.
My hometown in ****, where the fruit can be rich, there are apples, grapes, walnuts, jujube, of which my favorite is apple.
Spring in March, fine rain like silk, an upright apple tree is full of beautiful and beautiful flowers. Pink petals, yellow stamens, very nice. One by one, a cluster, blooming so lush, attracting countless beautiful butterflies, but also attracted a lot of passers-by. Some passers-by stopped to admire, some picked flowers to dress themselves, and some photography, passers-by breathed in the intoxicating fragrance of flowers. The apple orchard was filled with laughter.
April, sucked up the spring rain water of the apple tree, stretching out a tender green hand. As the breeze blows by, a small hand sways, as if greeting you.
The apple blossom gradually faded, the apple tree mother "gave birth" to a small green apple. The mother apple tree hugged those unripe "little babies" tightly for fear that they would fall off.
Autumn came, all kinds of fruits began to ripen, apples are like a red lantern hanging over the branches, the thick branches of the tree bent waist. Fruit farmers uncle to a "red lantern" picked into the basket, box, with a large truck to all parts of the country. It's been another good year, and the farmers are all smiles.
I love my hometown, and I love the apple orchards in my hometown!
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Today, it was a sunny day, my father took me and my sister to Jiujiang Park to play.
Take the bus to the bridge, where flowers and trees are planted, clusters of green leaves set off flowers of all colors, come to the bridge, the bridge is like a long dragon lying across the river, many cars are moving fast on the bridge.
Come to the park, the park is picturesque, mesmerizing, spacious fountain, blue waves, beautiful small stone bridge straight through the lake in the pavilion, sometimes there are people playing chess in the pavilion.
Come to the lake, my father rented us an electric boat, our boat like wood floating on the lake, I put my hand into the water, the whole body feels refreshing, my sister also naughty fluttering splash. My hand on the rudder, the boat in my hands as if driving a pony, light and tame from the bright crystal wave jumping head up. Suddenly a sharp brake, it turned out that the boat was entangled in the fish net, Dad hurriedly shifted the boat forward gear into reverse gear, and then the boat gently swayed from side to side, after a while, the boat finally escaped from the net. It was time for us to rent a boat.
We continued to play, came to the trampoline, there are many children on it excitedly jumping and jumping, lively like a little monkey. I was attracted, immediately and my sister climbed up and play with them, we jumped and jumped on it like a happy little white rabbit. I also met many new friends inside, we drilled together in the palace-like house, and rode tigers, elephants, horses, and played the warping board. We played with everything in there.
Time went by so fast, and in the blink of an eye it was afternoon, so we reluctantly went home.
One day, I was reading an extracurricular book with great interest.
Suddenly, my mom asked me loudly, "Honghong, what are you reading? Is it the language 'One Practice Per Lesson', or the math 'Synchronized Practice'?" After saying that, she came over again, and suddenly, she exclaimed as if she had discovered a new continent, "Why are you reading this kind of book? Hurry up and make this kind of book disappear, or I'll make it turn into pieces!" I knew my mom's temper, she dared to do something. But I still pleaded with my mom, "Mom, this is not an ordinary book, it is Childhood written by Gorky. Besides, I borrowed this book from a classmate, you can't mess with it." "I don't care about your Gorky or Loworky. It's almost time for the exam, you don't look at the synchronized exercises and one exercise per lesson, but read this kind of book, you disappoint me too much." After saying that, he came to grab my book again. I quickly picked up the book and ran upstairs, until I hid the book to be relieved to come downstairs to accept my mother's education ......
Mom, I really want to say to you: please understand me. Review is really important, but extracurricular books are also important! Teachers often want us to read some extracurricular books to broaden our horizons and supplement the knowledge we can't learn in the classroom. But you want me to read synchronized exercises and one exercise per lesson all day long.
The other day, my mom bought me a copy of <<Cao Cao>>, because I like history books, especially stories about historical figures, so it took me less than a week to finish this ****209-page book.
When we mention Cao Cao, people can't help but think of his sinister laughter and all his evil deeds. Finally, I would like to remind everyone, in the future, do not say Cao Cao is a white-faced traitor, that is some old-fashioned views, Cao Cao is a great man, we even have to learn from him in some places! If you have time, please read Cao Cao's poem, "The Short Song of Songs", and perhaps you, too, will be able to appreciate Cao Cao's eagerness for talent.
Today at noon, there was a rainstorm in my house, and it was caused by something as trivial as a nap. I am the main character of this "rainstorm".
After lunch, I opened the computer, excitedly ready to surf the Internet, mom saw it urged me to go to nap. I heard can be impatient: "sleep, sleep, you know sleep!" "Sleep, sleep, you just know sleep!" "I want you to sleep, it's all for your own good!" Mom was also a little angry. But mom's words I can not listen to a word, and mom and talk back, caused a storm. In the end, I couldn't help but cry.
Afterward, when I thought about what happened, I felt quite sorry. Mom's words do make sense, sleep deprivation will not only affect your health, but also affect your studies. I shouldn't have been so unreasonable as to talk back to my mom.
Sunday morning, I got up early and strolled through the streets of Li-Cheng to enjoy the pleasant scenery of the city in the morning.
Walking on the street, I looked to the east and saw a ray of sunshine through the thin clouds, sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on people's faces, and gave everyone's hair a layer of golden splendor, as if the sunshine was going to give everyone a crown of laurel. At the same time, I felt the freshness of the morning, there was no hustle and bustle in my ears, no ticking of car horns, only the morning breeze whispering in my ears, blowing my somewhat disheveled hair for me.
People running in the morning are enjoying the natural beauty gifted by nature as they run leisurely. Seeing such a scene, I also heartfelt yearning, can not help but join the morning running team. Running, in front of a "bright landscape", in a square by the roadside, there are dozens of old aunts wearing red clothes, holding a flower fan, smiling, waving their hands and twisting their waists, dancing in the morning breeze, it looks like they are very happy. The crowd stopped to watch, some of them also move "martial arts", it seems that they also want to be in its "realm".
Morning, how many people want to go to the time, fresh air, beautiful scenery, leisurely state of mind, I was y moved by it, and I remembered the teacher taught a sentence: a day's plan is in the morning. I think, in the future, every Sunday morning to get up early, go out and stroll, into the environment, into the community, from the morning to a better tomorrow.
Whenever I see big brothers and sisters skating freely and carefree on the ice rink, there is always a feeling of envy that comes to my mind. How comfortable they are ah, some smooth skating, some inverted skating, and some while drinking a drink, while open arms, as if the lightness of the swallows soaring in the air. And I, I can only stupidly stay on the sidelines looking at looking at ......
One day in the summer vacation, my cousin came to my house, he dragged me to the side, mysteriously said: "Let's go to ice skating how"? "Really? Great!" I excitedly agreed, and in my heart I was worried that I would fall on all fours and make a joke.
We went to the skating rink, bought tickets, and put on skates. My brother told me the essentials of skating: "The body is slightly tilted forward, the legs bent down a little bit ......," my brother said while making a demonstration, but how I did not dare to move half a step. So my brother and hold my hand, slowly backward, and I clutched my brother's hand, mouth also muttered: "You can not let go ah!" My brother saw this and said angrily, "You can't learn by always relying on me." I hurriedly said, "No, don't." My brother let go. I backed up a few steps and grabbed the handrail again, refusing to let go, while moving my pace like a grandmother walking. When my brother saw this, he glared at me and said, "How can you learn if you are so timid?" I blushed and thought: I'm not some stupid kid, I must be brave. Thinking of this, I once again mustered up the courage to learn from my brother's kind of skating up. Who knows did not slip a few steps "pop" a fall in the right, I rubbed the raw pain in the buttocks, climbed up, continue to slip up. My brother was cheering for me. Gradually, gradually, I seem to find the feeling, the more skating the more bold, the more skating the smoother, happy brother straight to praise me: "sister, you're great! You can learn faster than I can."
Now, my skating posture can be beautiful.
Today, I went to Foshan with my mom and my aunt.
When we came to Foshan, first of all, we came to Ancestral Temple Road. The streets of Ancestral Temple Road were busy and crowded with cars and pedestrians. However, although this place is prosperous, but the air is too bad. The exhaust fumes from the cars, the roadside clothing stores in order to attract attention to the decoration of the wooden tiles of the paint smell, unpleasant, really makes people physically and mentally irritable.
Then we came to the old street prairie road. This street on the ancient trees, trees, pedestrians are rare, the air is fresh, really refreshing. A breeze blew, the leaves of the verdant trees on the roadside swayed slightly. People will feel refreshed when they look at them. Roadside of a cheap clothing stores, boutiques, decorated with simple natural, does not look excessive, chic and exquisite and pleasing to the eye.
There are only two roads, and they are so different! One road is heavily polluted with commercial odors and exhaust fumes, while the other road is fresh air and pure nature. Isn't this all the work of our human hands? Dear people, before Mother Earth becomes totally desperate, wake up! From now on, cherish every drop of water around you, every piece of green around you, every handful of soil around you, every beautiful environment around you, every fragrance around you, every joyful bird cry around you, and every free fish around you. In a word, cherish all the beautiful things that nature has given to human beings! From today onwards, in order that we can have this environment of birds and flowers, in order that our children and grandchildren can still have it. Learn to cherish every piece of beautiful and pleasing green!
An interesting sea drive
In this hot summer, sea activities are essential. This is not, today my father unit organized a unique sea activities ---- to catch the sea. Hearing this news, I am really happy , seafood is my favorite thing to eat! I prepared buckets and food with my dad straight to the sea training base ----- Huanglongwei.
When it comes to catching the sea, you may not know, catching the sea is to take advantage of the sea tide to catch some marine life. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, we finally came to the destination. When I got off the bus, the scenery in front of me was really refreshing. Although only green and blue reflected on my eyes, it did not seem empty, and the fresh air was fragrant with a bit of grass. A cool sea breeze blew from the other side of the sea, and the insects in the grass chirped, some cicadas were singing, the first grasshoppers were racing, and the crickets were fighting, so it was a vibrant scene. The azure sea water in the sky and the sky as one, a wave hitting the shore of the reef, issued a crisp sound .......
"Hurry up! The tide will be out soon." Dad's shout pulled me out of my intoxication. I came to the shore armed with a small bucket and an empty bottle in hand, my eyes squinting into a line as I carefully searched for my prey. Finally, with great success, I spotted a thumb-sized crab. I tiptoed towards it to force, just when the big success, a big wave swept it away, but also shallow me all over the water, so angry I gritted my teeth. This time I will not "wait for the crab", I quietly turned over a rock to see, wow! I quietly turned over a rock and saw, wow, a lot of big guys in that habitat! Let's see where you're going to run. I don't care how to reach out to grab, the result is not only did not catch but also be pinched red hand. But I didn't get discouraged. I endured the pain and pressed their shells and quickly threw them into the bucket. While I was catching them, my uncle who was fishing over there also reported his success. He caught a very rare puffer fish, the upper part of its body was black with many dots, and the lower part of its body was white. Don't look at the puffer fish, but my father said that when it grows up, it will be very poisonous. After a while, we moved to another part of the sea, where there are many reefs and a lot of oysters and porters survive on them. Looking at these delicious seafood, I did not care about cooking and peeled off and "threw" into my mouth. The flavor is really delicious, before this mouth can not taste the original flavor of seafood.
At dusk, I dragged the tired body reluctantly left the beach. Although my clothes are soaked through, but this unique sea drive makes my body and mind get completely relaxed. It also deepened my love for nature.
This afternoon, my cousin and I came to Anxi, after more than two hours in the car, I was already tired, but when I came to my great aunt's house, I saw a crystal-clear brook gurgling in front of my door and a group of chickens eating, the feeling of fatigue could not help but melt away.
I walked into the farmhouse, the big aunt, they are busy picking tea, I put down the luggage, came to the yard, I stepped into the brook, the cold water hit on the feet of the cold ice, suddenly washed away my heat and fatigue, I ran in the water, let the brook splash me all over the body, so refreshing ah!
Afterwards, I followed my cousin to the rabbit cage, I grabbed a small rabbit, and suddenly saw a bit of red on its forehead, I first felt puzzled, thought it was bleeding, but a touch, the hair is very soft, not a trace of blood, I had to go to ask my cousin, she told me that this is the rabbit for the mark, this is called the little treasure in my hands, and then pointed to a small rabbit with a red spot on its body, named Xiaolu, and a small black rabbit, and a small red spot on its body, called Xiaolu. The name is Xiaolu, and there is also a small black rabbit, he is the eldest of all the rabbits, although bigger than his younger siblings, but I also heard that he is often bullied by his younger siblings.
At this time, a group of chickens under the leadership of the hen, walking to my surroundings, I see that the group of lively chickens, really want to catch a to play, so I boldly walked over, hand just forward to grab the feet of the chickens, thought that the great success, I did not expect the hen but defiantly pounced forward, hard towards my hand a peck, pecked me are swollen a bag, really angry with me also! Suddenly, I saw a group of chicks grabbing for food, and I couldn't help but think of a plan.
I asked my cousin for some rice, came to the chicken coop, I sprinkled the rice on the ground, the hen and chickens away, I tiptoed to a hen from the farthest away from the chickens, see the time, has
Swiftly, grabbed the chickens, I did not think that the chickens screaming so that the hen can not care about pecking, fanning his wings and flew over, I learned from experience, abandoned the chicken and set, the chicken and the set, the chicken is a good thing, but it is a good thing. This is really a mother and child love, the harm I "catch chicken back erosion a rice", and the hand also hurt a lot, I see, the best hen or less good ah
Rural air is really good ah! Compared with the city, the mountains are so beautiful that I can't get enough of it.
The morning before my mom went to work called me at home to paint, I asked my mom to finish painting can not watch TV, my mom said that the painting can be good, I was very happy! I quickly said: "Long live mom! Long live mom!" I quickly painted, painted when I was very attentive, painted, painted, painted, painted half a day and finally finished.
I turned on the TV and was dumbfounded, saying to myself, "It's the Legend of the Beanstalk, which I love to watch. The story is about the good guys fighting the bad guys. I watched without blinking an eye, the evil Kru was so hateful, but Lala and Pippi went to save Kru and begged him to go back to his original form! Lara was sure that Clu was the old Clu. Lara begged him, but he wouldn't go back to his old self. He was so heartless, so hateful, so hateful! The last part is so touching, the Bean of Light and the Bean of Love defeated the Bean of Desire, and the Demon King Klue finally changed into Klue.
This story tells us that we should learn the spirit of perseverance and never give up, and we will succeed in the end.
3 a.m., I went with my parents to Tiananmen Square to see the flag-raising, to the place where the flag was raised, we saw the cars coming and going, I saw the liberation, lined up in a square, the flag carried over to the bottom of the flagpole, ready to raise the flag. I saw the People's Liberation Army with its back straight as a stick. When the national anthem was played, the PLA stared at the flag, saluted the flag with their hands, and the flag was slowly raised. I felt honored to see the flag raised for the first time today. I thought it would be great if I could raise the flag with my own hands. If I could wear a red scarf and hold a corner of the red flag, that would be great!
This morning I went with my parents to climb the Great Wall. It wasn't hard at first, just climbing the stairs, what's the big deal? I looked down, and there were mountains and trees in the distance. It was beautiful. I think the Great Wall is a little steep, walk a little steeper, we walked like this little by little, walked half a day, it was hard to get to the end of the mom said to climb, I want to climb a little higher, climb to the real end.... Unfortunately, my dad refused, "It's too late to climb any higher, so hurry up". We rested for a few minutes at the top, then headed down. Going down from the top was even harder than before, my head felt dizzy and I felt like I was falling every time I took a step down. Mom said her legs were spinning and she was shivering. I was so scared that I held on to the railing and walked down step by step. It was harder to get off the Wall than it was to climb it. Finally we got off the Wall and I took a long breath.
Today gave me a chance to exercise my courage.
In the blink of an eye, a year had passed, and I had felt sad - and laughed - and even wanted to give up. I just turned my head and it was all over, just like running water when I want to reach out my hand, it has quietly flowed from my hand, gently brushing against my figure so silently gone.
A broken bowl, a little dregs of vegetable oil, a small cut of cotton wick, a little red light, that is me. Every late night, I would bring a faint light to my master.
When the moon was blocked by the mountains, when the stars were hidden by the night, I was lit by Feng - a girl of fifteen or sixteen. My dim light crashed against the stone walls, refracting a cold light, and in the corner there was a father's face that was colder than the light.
"Feng'er, - I've made a deal with your eldest uncle that tomorrow you'll help out in his processing plant." My father's dry cigarette flickered on and off in the dark corner.
Feng stopped the pen in his hand and twisted his head around, a puzzled look on his face.
"You're old enough to think of your siblings."
I distinctly saw three pairs of bright eyes staring at Phoenix. Feng lowered his head.
"Besides, the family can't afford to pay for you to finish middle school!"
Feng knew that last year there was a drought, and this year there was a flood, and the land didn't yield any harvest, so she didn't have the money to go to school. Her head was even lower.
"A girl who marries a good man is better than anything else." Feng remembered Li from the same village. Four years older than her, she returned to her mother's home from town in all its glory. When she spoke to her, Li had a look of contentment on her face.
But I saw Feng's lowered head suddenly lift and look out the window at the rolling hills that stretched into the infinite darkness of the night. The nightingale's cry came from the quiet night, - it was the heavy breathing of the mountains, which were weighed down by poverty, backwardness and ignorance. Feng felt.
Feng did not say a word.
My dim light soothed Phoenix's face, a face half-covered by hair, a face as dark as her family's life, and eyes hidden in the loose hair - eyes brighter than mine, hotter than mine.
Father snored loudly. Phoenix rested his hands on his cheeks and looked out the window at the rolling hills with a determined gaze. On the table, was a book - My Teacher. The book, vaguely, still smelled like hogweed.
On the table, a book, a pencil, a small oil lamp that wants to sleep - me, and a poem lying on the paper - "Dream".
It was late at night
I went out.
The Dream is lit. White Sandy Sea
A boy who loves to read has been required to read Dream of the Red Chamber since the upper grades of elementary school, but has always been opposed by his father. It was not until he was in his second year of high school, when the text included "Lin Daiyu's Entry into the Jiafu", that he justifiably told his father, "Look, there are excerpts from the text, and the teacher wants us to read "Dream of the Red Mansions" outside the classroom, so we can always read it now, can't we?" Only then did his father make a concession.
A senior student opened his new language textbook and said in surprise, "Wow, there are four lessons in a row in the Dream of the Red Chamber text!" His mother was aghast: "Isn't this teaching students to find a date?"
As Mr. Lu Xun said, a "Dream of Red Mansions", "the scribes see the "Yi", the Taoists see the obscenity, the talents see the stalking, the revolutionaries see the Manchu, the rumor mongers see the palace secrets". All kinds of readers read the same masterpiece, and what they receive will of course be a variety of things.
The old saying goes, "I'll take a dipper and drink it." How do middle school students read "Dream of the Red Chamber", the "encyclopedia of feudal society"? Which issues should be positive to determine the grasp? Here we will talk about a hole in one's opinion for the time being.
Growing up, along with my closest companion, should be the book!
Some people say a good book is a good friend. It's like this person said. When I was a child, because I wanted to be Snow White, I tried to make myself a kind little friend; because I wanted to become a swan, I tried to make myself strong; because I read The Little Girl Who Sells Matches, I love my grandmother more ......
In this way, my childhood was happily filled with beautiful fairy tales, and I was submerged ......
As time flies, I have grown up to be a middle school student, and I didn't give up reading books because of my heavier homework, but cherished the time to read more.
"How steel is made" should be regarded as my favorite book, I was y shocked by the page of wonderful chapters, can not help but tears, heart surging. Inside the main character Paul let me stand in awe, he was a disabled ordinary warrior, with a will like steel, with the kind of lofty ideals and practical action combined with the spirit; the kind of the more frustrated, the more courageous, indomitable, courageous and enterprising spirit; the kind of no slack struggle for a lifetime of the spirit of ...... "The most precious human life, life belongs to each person only once. One's life should be spent in this way. Looking back, one should not regret for wasting one's life, nor be ashamed for doing nothing, and on one's deathbed one should be able to say, My whole life and all my energy have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the liberation of mankind." Every time I read this, my mind appeared Paul his resolute face, it accompanied me through countless momentary failure and sleepless nights of confusion, I was y spurred .....