Change
A big tree that had been growing in the mountains for many years was pruned and transplanted to a new park. People gathered around it and talked about it. One said, "Without this transplant, it will not be appreciated, to be appreciated to change their own living environment." And I have to say: "to be appreciated to change, change yourself!"
Everyone is a beautiful landscape, but the world will not change for you, the environment will not take the initiative to adapt to our own. Thus, we can only go to change, to adapt to the environment, and then succeed.
Perhaps, we do not have the romance of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies, not Zhuang Zi that "can also be in the mud" of the transcendent; perhaps, we can not be like the uncertainty of the fighter Lu Xun as the blood to recommend the Xuan Yuan, a profound revelation of the inferiority of the Chinese people over the past thousands of years; perhaps, we do not have Helen Keller that blind and deaf, but the mind to explore the unknown world of bravery. But at least we can change ourselves. But at least, we can change ourselves, so that we can accept the "Zhuangzi" cultivation, so that we can accept the "Scream", "Indecision" strong voice, so that we can accept the "If you give me three days of light" baptism, with the help of books, so that the heart of the subconscious in the boiling, to change themselves.
When only seventy days for the official Tao Yuanming hung up the seal of the field to return to the mountains, he changed himself. The darkness of the officialdom, is he can not change, change can only be themselves. So not for five buckets of rice, and chrysanthemum for company, although the career is not recovered, but his noble aspirations are appreciated by history, remembered for posterity. When the "imperial literati" Li Bai called his own white deer released in the green cliffs that ride to visit the famous mountains, he changed himself. The court wanted him to sing the wind and the moon to sing the praises of virtue, but he only wanted to show the ambition of the swan, could not change the officialdom, he had to change their own aspirations. So sent in the landscape, the mountains and rivers, although not able to fulfill their own dream of heaven and earth, but created half of the poetry of the Tang Dynasty, for the posterity of the praises. They changed themselves, but also changed the times, although not admired by the people of the time, but remembered by future generations, shining in the vault of history.
Those who can not change, can only be eliminated by the environment. Although the old shoemaker in "Quality" under the pen of Galswasui had the best shoemaking skills in the city, he was unwilling to change himself, resulting in his inability to keep up with the era of mechanization, and insisted on making every pair of shoes by hand, and ultimately died of starvation in his own shoe store. The only way to keep up with the times and not be eliminated by the environment is to change yourself.
Only change, the party can use the will of the blood drops and sweat brewed into the everlasting fragrance of the agar; only change, the party can not wither hope and indestructible dream weaving brilliant rainbow; only change, the party can be eternal persistence and tenacity to build a solid as a golden soup of the iron wall of the copper wall ......
2. To "change" as the topic of a 6th grade essay, 500 words or moreChanges in my home
Home, is the cell of society, home is the cradle of our life, no matter the old man and the child, no matter the farmer and the king, and no matter the color and the race, everyone needs to have their own home. Whether you live in a busy city, or a quiet countryside, or a foreign country, and whether you succeed or fail, home is always the warmest place in the world.
It's a long story when it comes to my home. Since I was born, I have had two different homes. One is my old home, and the other is my new home, as the name suggests. My old home is located in the river, although it is the river, but the river is not good, everyone calls it "garbage river", which is true to its name! Because nearby residents often dumped garbage in the river, year after year, day after day, long time garbage into a pile like a mountain, naturally mosquitoes, flies and some unknown insects also came. The new home is much better, no longer see that, in front of the garbage heaps, behind the garbage mountains of the scene, but also reduce the number of mosquitoes, so that I will not be attacked by mosquitoes again. Although the new home is in front of the noisy street, but also did not reach a good kind of noise pollution that kind of degree. Compared with the old home environment is of course much better, and then there is a little bit worse than the new home, that is, the most important layout of the house, the layout of the old home that can be worse than the new home environment, that is, there is no Juan, there is no extra room, the kitchen, bathroom and storage room into one, into a big messy room, and the room is quite hot and stuffy, the summer can not go in at all, in addition to the dining room, the living room, Bedrooms are likewise merged into one, and a family of four sleeping in two beds can simply be equated with vagrancy. What about the new home? Needless to say, it is definitely much better, living room, bedroom, dining room, kitchen and bathroom are all in one place. In short everything is so much easier and faster. I think the first few days before the move, I begged my dad to let us go to see the new home, and finally my dad agreed to lead the whole family to see the new house, the family is very happy, my sister and I are more happy to dance, this said the living room furnishings, that said the layout of the study ....... We're really happy to see the new house! Came to our new home, Dad opened the security door, I can not wait than Dad side drilled in, first into the eyes of the snow-white walls coupled with the gorgeous floor, people bright, I like a bird just out of the cage, running up and down, active exception. I ran up and down like a bird just out of its cage, active and unusual. I appreciated the unique beauty of my new home. But now I have lived in this new home, the same is the warmth of that part of the home, change just another unique new home.
Home, home is like a refined flower plate, mom and dad is that fertile soil, I am of course good gorgeous flowers. Come on friends! Let's share your unique paradise, home.
3. 6th Grade Book He made me change 400 words essayI remember meeting a shoe-shine uncle in front of a store, which left a deep impression on me. He sat next to the parking lot and solicited business with a smile on his face. After the customers sat down, he was humming a little song while polishing his shoes, looking so happy.
I was not in a good mood that day, but when I saw his smiling face, I couldn't help but walk over.
From our conversation, I learned that he is a foreigner, the family with all the life savings to open a small hotel here, because of inexperience, money are lost. The family had no money left to go home, so they had to set up a shoeshine stand to earn some money for the journey home. I asked him, "Why are you so happy to come and shine people's shoes when your business is losing money?" He said, "Why be unhappy? If you're not happy, will you get your money back? Since it won't come back, it's better to be happy. If you lose your money and then lose your happiness, won't you lose even more?"
Then, he introduced me to his shoeshine craft, said a pair of shoes to rub well, must go through five processes, not to go on the oil waxing so simple, he said the five processes is how, I have forgotten, but he kind of optimism to deal with the failure and serious attitude of dedication to make me touched.
Many days passed, whenever I encountered unhappy things, I remembered the shoeshine man. It was he who set me an example of the right way to deal with frustration, so that I always remind myself to be strong!
4. 6th Grade Book Essay 600 Words Hometown Becomes Beautiful Platonic Beginning and EndingBlack and white intertwined, in the dimly lit house is particularly conspicuous, even the air is rendered heavy by this black and white. I stood in front of my grandmother's casket, chaotic thoughts like vines entangled in my heart, a burst of stinging pain for me to open the door of childhood memories.
I have been a picky eater since I was a child, vegetables, tofu, meat, etc. Very few I love to eat, but where a little bitter, a little salty I will not eat. I don't know why, but I love to eat my grandmother's blood duck. (Blood duck is a specialty of our hometown, and is a must-have on the dinner table at New Year's festivals). Grandma's blood duck is extremely spicy and famous among neighbors. I would stuff a few extra bowls of rice with it every holiday. The grandmother saw in the eyes, remembered in the heart.
This day I saw the table and no I love to eat dishes, they frowned, and then straight to the embrace of the TV. Grandma finished her work in the kitchen and called Grandpa and me to eat. "There's nothing I like, I don't want to eat." I said staring at the TV. Grandma seemed to have expected this, but she taunted me under her breath, "What kind of good food do you want to eat? Is it the dragon meat or the phoenix meat in the sky? You'd better tell me!" Although the mouth chanted, but the feet stepped away, straight to the refrigerator, take what went into the kitchen again. The sound of a spatula hitting a pot was heard from inside. In a few moments, a bowl of pure color and aroma of blood duck was brought to the table. Without being greeted by my grandmother, I followed the aroma and asked her to help me serve the food. Grandma smiled and picked a big bowl stuffed with rice and then pressed and added some more, toward me
5. Novel Essay Topics Elementary School Grade 6 UpOne summer Monday, the morning was windy and sunny, and the sun shone brightly. I went to school along the forest path with a pleasant mood, wearing the hat my mother had just bought, a neat school uniform, and a school bag on my back. Roadside trees on the birds singing beautiful songs, roadside wildflowers open, attracting swarms of bees, attracting all kinds of butterflies, they dance, enjoy playing. In a short while, I arrived at the school and listened attentively to the teacher's lecture. I think the teacher's lesson today is particularly vivid, I also remember very firmly. A morning time will pass in a flash.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble" burst of thunder to wake us up. Looking out of the window, I realized that the clouds outside were dense, and it looked like it was going to rain. I didn't bring an umbrella, my hat couldn't cover the raindrops, and my parents had left for work, so what should I do? My heart is anxious like ants on the hot pot.
bell bell, the bell rang, the rain like a broken line of beads, densely falling from the sky, the ground a moment on the wet, my heart is also wet. Part of the students with umbrellas went home, without umbrellas most of the parents picked up, the campus is getting less and less people, the crowded school, a blink of an eye became cold and quiet, leaving me alone. I anxiously waited and waited, expecting a miracle will appear, but the cool wind gusts, only called me feel more cold
6. 6 grade book language book first unit composition 400 words metamorphosisI woke up, I turned into a bird.
On my way home from school today, I saw many birds flying in the sky, and they were having a great time. And I was like a little bird locked in a cage, every day except studying is studying.
When I got home, I lay down on my bed and went to sleep thinking about it.
I woke up and realized that I had really become a bird. I realized that I had become a real bird, and I could play freely, and no one could control me. So I flew into the blue sky and saw many little birds playing in the woods. I went to play with them too, and I said, "Let's go together to see the wide, open sea and then the lush woods." They agreed, and we set out for the sea, and we passed through many, many cities, and through mountain after mountain. We went through a lot of difficulties along the way too, just like the ninety-one difficulties in Journey to the West. But finally we came to the sea also, the blue sea seems to be in the sky than who is more blue.
Thinking of not having to be at home every day by the dad, mom chasing after books, chasing after writing, this feeling can be really good ah!
We were tired of playing, so we rested for a while in the woods next to us. The evening sky is red, the sea seems to be dyed red e799bee5baa6e4b893e5b19e31333431366330 color. We started the next part of our journey in the company of the beautiful sun. We came to a big mountain, looking at the lush forest, it was as if we had come to heaven on earth. It was so beautiful here.
Suddenly, a cry of "Son, the meal is ready, get up and eat." Into my ears, I woke up, is the old mom shouting me to eat, and just now everything turned out to be just a dream.
7. Primary school composition in the first six gradesIf I am a member of nature
The world has a torrential downpour, thunderstorms, sheer rain, and I am the pattering autumn rain.
I came to the field, the leaves and branches of the trees shook, making a "rustling" sound, very nice, many small animals have hidden in their underground burrows, and some even poked their heads out to watch the rain. The fruit on the tree was washed by the autumn rain, became watery, love. After a while, I was blown away by a gust of wind. Goodbye, lovely fields, I said in my heart, letting out two loud thunders and bidding farewell to the fields. Far away, I saw a beautiful rainbow appear in the field. Blowing away, I came to the city. People in the city were talking and laughing as they strolled along the streets, shopping for goods, some were in a hurry, and students were going home in groups. I issued a loud thunder, it rained, some people picked up the umbrellas that had long been ready to go home unhurriedly, some people ran home in a panic, some people on the ground to hide from the rain ...... At this time, the street held up a variety of flower umbrellas, raindrops drop up, issued a "bla bla bla" sound, really good. The sound of the rain drops on it, "ba ba ba" sound, really good, at this time, I really feel that I am a pianist, the city is all the keys, I play and play, in the sound of the piano intoxicated ...... good times do not last long, a gust of wind blew me to an arid region, where the heat is too hot, so I put their own so-called "goods" all of the so-called left! So I gave all of my remaining so-called "goods" to the city, (goods is the rain, no rain, the autumn rain disappeared) in the end, I was pleased to think, finally did a good thing. I disappeared, but I soon became an autumn rain, floating everywhere ......
If I am a member of nature
If I am a fallen flower, I am willing to turn into mud to care for more flowers, as the saying goes: "Falling red is not a merciless thing, into the spring mud to protect the flowers more. " This is a famous quote from Gong Zizhen.
If I were a shower, I would be willing to sacrifice myself to water other water-starved plants, and would not want to see those plants die of thirst because of my tardiness.
If I were a tree rising out of the forest, I would willingly come and let the birds make their home in me. The birds can make their homes wherever they want, and as long as they live comfortably, I can do whatever I want. But if I am too old to serve them, then the birds will have no choice but to find a home elsewhere.
If I were a stream in nature, I would cheerfully play one sultry ditty after another, letting people sing with me, and if you unfortunately can't catch it, ha ha! I will let my flood brother trickle over me and drown you all!
If I were a little bird, I would greet them eagerly, "Hello there! I guess you're angry to go, right? Hello! Sister Splendid Deer, will you allow me to rest on you for a while? I've been flying for hours! I could sing for you!
If I were.
I love nature! I'd much rather be a part of nature.
8. How to write 5 essays for the Humanistic Version of the sixth grade bookThe first teacher Some people say that the teacher is the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, pointing out the direction for us to move forward; some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain springs in the mountains, watering us, the saplings, with the fragrant manna sap; some people say the teacher is the lush leaves, with his strong body and protect us, the future flower bones.
Teacher, I worship you, I can not say why I have this worship, looking at you on the blackboard to leave a line of neat and beautiful handwriting, I can not weigh the middle of this hidden how much of the mystery and hard work and sweat, only know that this is your selfless dedication to the cause of social education. Listening to every word you say on the podium, what kind of sound is that? Is it the sound of birds chirping in nature? Is it the harmonious melodic sound of classical instruments? No, they are not, that is a kind of heavenly sound, contains the world's melodious tone, listen to let us feel y, because that sound is not ordinary sound, but a kind of knowledge of the signal sound, once you hear this sound, know that there is a lot of knowledge to come from afar, into the stage of your wisdom brain.
Teacher, you are the brightest star in the sky, and I am the black duck lost in the red dust, whenever I lose my way, as long as I see your dazzling light, I can find my way home. Remember when you just picked me up, turn me from a child full of innocence into an ideal, as an elementary school student, how much you have paid for us, we are enjoying their own success, enjoying their own happiness, but can not forget the teacher, you are the coolest mountain springs in the mountains, you use your erudition to let us understand the vast and boundless world, so that we can see the world's big, you are like our binoculars, let us see the world's big. Like our binoculars, let us see farther, see more clearly, just like the mountain spring water, clear enough to let you see the bottom.
Teacher, you taught us to have the courage to fight against difficulties and not to be overwhelmed by them, and I still remember the words you always say, "How can we see the rainbow without experiencing the storm, and no one succeeds casually." Yes, success and difficulties are relative to the existence of, if there is no difficulty, success and how to talk about it.
Teacher, you are the lush leaves, you use your strong body and protect us these future flowers. You never for you very stubborn, you are always silent dedication of your body, for your students, for your mission, you are willing to do the green leaf also do not want to do the red flower, you want to use their own ability to polish the dawn of this world, so that the dreams of the students fly higher, fly farther.
Teacher, you use your life to teach us to know why we should have pursuit, why we should have ideals, why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you leave the most beautiful smile to this wonderful world, you are the most beautiful myth in our hearts.
The second part of my childhood My childhood is like a colorful brook, is slowly flowing, and childhood anecdotes are like a wave, will always be treasured in my memory. I remember when I was five years old, I especially like to play with sand.
As soon as I saw the beach, I hurriedly took off my shoes and rushed to its embrace. Crawling around on the beach, happy and shouting.
Sandy beach I and the hands of my little friends, a moment to become a cave, a moment to become a small mountain, a moment to become a big castle ...... play can be interesting. But I got myself like a little mud monkey every time.
Mom used a variety of ways to call me not to dirty clothes, but I just do not listen, sometimes as soon as I heard my mother called me, I chanted: "Dangerous building high hundreds of feet ......" amusing mom and angry and funny. Sometimes play to the day is almost dark, mom called me home, I when the "wind in my ears".
Mom had to use the bamboo strips to scare me: "Ningzi, and then do not go home, you hit your little ***!" As soon as my mom raised the bamboo strips, I quickly hugged my mom and said, "Don't hit! Don't hit me! Good mom, I'll go home!" Said I took advantage of my mother's attention, secretly grabbed two handfuls of sand stuffed into the belt of his pants ...... read the second grade, one day in the summer vacation, my parents and I went to the countryside to my grandmother's home. It was almost noon when I noticed the big yellow dog by the door sticking out its long tongue and panting straight, and I asked my dad, "Why is it sticking out its tongue?" Dad said, "There are no sweat glands on the dog, sticking out its tongue is to dissipate heat."
At lunchtime, I ate a bowl of noodles and got so hot and sweaty that I stuck my tongue out. Grandma asked, "Ningzi, what are you doing?" I said, "I'm cooling off."
The whole family laughed. Another time in the composition class, the teacher asked the students to write a piece about their favorite food, and especially emphasized that the content should be on topic.
I searched and thought for half a day, and finally made a 〈egg fried rice〉: eating egg fried rice is what I like. I want to eat egg fried rice year after year, month after month, every day, and also eat egg fried rice for breakfast, and also eat egg fried rice for dinner, I want to eat egg fried rice at all times .......
The teacher wrote in my essay after the comment is: Beware of propping up the belly ...... Third I Today, the language teacher asked us to introduce ourselves. Now I will introduce myself to everyone! I am a very lively little girl.
My name is Qian Xiaoyan and I have two long pigtails on my head. My favorite class is art class, and what I hate most is gym class.
I am a responsible person for my work. One day, just after math class, the teacher asked us to give our finished oral calculation books to the group leader.
I was a group leader. I was a group leader. As soon as the students got out of class, they came and gave me their oral calculation books.
But there were a few who didn't do it well. Two of them were still sitting in their seats and doing their homework seriously.
But two of them went out to play. Now I was furious.
I thought to myself, "How dare you run out to play without finishing your homework? So I ran out of the classroom to look for those two. I quickly found one, I said to him, "you oral math book did not hand over how to come out to play?" "I ......" "Go back and do it!" The man had no choice but to obediently go back to the classroom to do his homework.
I continued to look for another student who came out to play without doing his homework. This one was more playful.
When I found him, he didn't even pay attention to me.
I followed him and told the students next to me not to play with him.
That person was stared at by me and couldn't play anymore, so he reluctantly went back to the classroom to do his homework. I was relieved to follow him back to the classroom.
There was one person who often had to turn in less homework and talked about me behind my back.
9. Sixth grade first book essayAutumn scenery
Soon, autumn is here, the autumn girl quietly came to earth with a light step. She sketched a beautiful national painting with her pen.
People changed into sweaters and pants. A breeze blew, the children laughed and laughed with the kites to the square, the grass, it suddenly became a playground for children, children's paradise.
On the street, the trees have taken off their green clothes, replaced with the golden clothes given to them by the girl in autumn, and they look very beautiful! Majestically, and with a high degree of vigor, one more than a tree looks majestic. Gradually, they put their children ---- leaves to the earth mother to raise, that is because the cold winter is coming, the tree mother worried about their children cold, cold. Ah, in the end, or mother love children!
In the farmland, the rice paddies are a thriving scene. The farmers hard work to plant the grain should also be harvested. Sorghum one by one are smiling and bending, whenever the guests come, they bow and salute, red face, like a shy little girl. Haha! Farmers grow crops and fruitful labor, as the saying goes, "a ploughing, a harvest," well!
The fall girl saw all this, happy smile.
Ah!
The girl saw all this and smiled happily! I love this beautiful season of harvest.
Autumn
Autumn is beautiful. Red apples, yellow pears, sweet tangerines. This is the fall.
When I got up in the morning, my mom and I took the car to the countryside.
At this time, the fog is still very thick, confused, can vaguely see the golden sycamore tree leaves dancing, yellow rice ears smile bent waist. Gradually, the fog dispersed. Only to see the autumn chrysanthemums on the mountain, proudly open. The farmers went down to the field with smiles on their faces to harvest the ears of rice and beat the grain. After a while, then the wheat seed, rape seed to the field.
I walked up the mountain, on both sides of the muddy path, layer upon layer of terraced fields, green vegetable sprouts, as if back to the vibrant spring. Accompanied by the fragrance of rice, we continued to walk to the top of the mountain, at this time, I seem to be intoxicated. Autumn wind gusts, there is a little chill; rice rustle, like a piece of music; falling leaves fluttering, like a beautiful posture of flower butterflies.
Slowly, I came to the top of the mountain. Only to see the mother earth are changed into a golden autumn clothes, showing a little green smile.
Ah! Autumn, you are so beautiful, so moving, so rich. You feed the spring seedlings, so that they grow into a fruitful harvest, and your body, has gradually aged.
I love you fall, your charming smile, always carved in my heart.
Autumn
Autumn is here, the chrysanthemums spit and compete to open. There are light purple, orange, and pink ...... shapes, and they compete in the sunlight, decorating the garden more vivid and beautiful. A gust of wind blew, chrysanthemums nodded their heads and shook their leaves, as if welcoming guests to visit in the garden.
In addition to the chrysanthemums in the fall is very attractive, the harvest in the fall is also equally attractive. I'm going to take you to the orange grove to walk around and take a look, to appreciate the harvest there!
One into the orange grove, wow! Showed in front of our eyes is a forest of orange trees, full of fruit, some completely orange-yellow, I know that is already ripe; some half green and half yellow, I know, that is raw; some in the green leaves, as if holding an umbrella to avoid the wind and rain of the face of the little man; there are like a shy little girl, hiding in the back of the green leaves; and there are completely in the outside of the green leaves, like the Christmas tree hanging on a small package of lights.
These oranges tempt people, even I am a little itchy hands, can not help but take out the scissors cut off a few, peeled to taste, ah! The flavor is great, crisp, tasty and thirst quenching. Tear open the orange peel smell, the aroma comes, it is said to prevent motion sickness. Orange peel also has a lot of value: you can do a small orange lamp, dried or good Chinese medicine it!
Autumn can be really charming ah! Compared with the spring, summer and winter seasons, no weakness, I like the fall !
Autumn
Autumn is here, the autumn girl is going to "work".
The suburbs in the fall are red hot red. The first thing that caught my eye was a red maple tree, and the red maple leaves looked like they had been dyed red. At this moment, I can not help but think of the poem "stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February".
The fields in the fall are so vast. The terraces of golden yellow grain seems to be connected with the sky, boundless, really beautiful! Busy farmers uncle's harvester all day non-stop work, the sound is like playing a symphony to celebrate the harvest, farmers are full of harvest joy on each face!
The orchard in the fall is red and yellow. The red ones are apples, and the yellow ones are oranges! The apple is fragrant and sweet, a smell will want to drool; that orange is also quite delicious, but no more delicious than the pomegranate is delicious! The pomegranates are big and red, and some of the "pearls" in the pomegranates are showing. If you pick a pomegranate, peel off the skin, only to see the agate-like pennies one by one snuggled together, red and white, crystal clear. Take a few grains into the mouth to chew, sour, sweet, suddenly feel refreshed.
The golden autumn brings us a happy, joyful mood, the autumn harvest can make farmers rich, the autumn to the nature added brilliant colors. Autumn brings us endless fun. I love you-autumn!