Composition title: Peach Blossom Rain in March (imitation text)
Keywords: Text Peach Blossom Primary School First Grade
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This composition is about the first grade of primary school. The title is: "Peach Blossom Rain in March (imitation text)". Everyone is welcome to contribute.
Peach Blossom Rain in March (imitation text)
What kind of elf, like a magician, kisses my cheek playfully? What kind of seed, like an arrow, quietly penetrates into the soil?
Ah, spring is waking up! The peach blossom rain in March dances lightly and nourishes the earth. There are a thousand little water spirits flying down on the grassland; there are ten thousand silk threads circling in the wind.
The peach blossom rain in March is the makeup artist of spring.
Every silk thread is a magical pen. The small raindrops dyed the clothes of the willow trees green; dyed the eyes of the flowers red; and dyed the colorful spring. You see, the spring rain is silent, floating like smoke and fog, waking up the sleeping earth and the frozen river. Ding dong, ding dong, singing a happy song, spring is coming, spring is coming!
The peach blossom rain in March is the messenger of spring.
It saw swallows flying overhead, holding white clouds behind them; it saw the hair of the willow tree, cut into flowers by the spring girl; it saw a group of playing children, playing, making trouble, Chasing and jumping; it saw the smoke rising from the distant village, and the farmer uncles waiting for spring plowing in the yard...
It is more expensive than oil, and the peach blossoms rain in March; it is more expensive than flowers. It’s so beautiful, the peach blossom rain in March!
Attachment: The original text of Lesson 3 of "Chinese" for the third grade of the Western Normal University edition.
March Peach Blossom Water
(Author Liu Zhanqiu)
What is the sound, like a string of small bells, gently walking by the village? What light, like a piece of bright silk, reflects the blue sky?
Ah, the river wakes up! The peach blossom water in March, dancing with the beautiful morning glow, flows forward. There are a thousand peach blossoms floating on the river, and ten thousand dimples swirling in the water.
The peach blossom water in March is the harp of spring.
Every ripple is a gentle string; the fine white waves beat a rhythmic drum. The sound of water ripples, suddenly loud and small, echoes the roar of tractors in the fields. The river flows through the wheat field, swishing, swishing, talking to the wheat seedlings that have just stuck their heads out of the snow quilt; the river water slaps the stones on the shore, ding, ding, like the sound of bells from a carriage passing by on the road. The sound of the rushing water is urging the farmers to plow and sow!
Peach Blossom Water in March. It is the mirror of spring.
It saw swallows flying across the sky with white clouds on their wings; it saw weeping willows covered with long hair, like mist and smoke; it saw a group of girls coming to the river, and flowers immediately floated from the bottom of the water. The red lotus, they held the water, like shaking off the petals; it saw the smoke rising very early over the village...
More expensive than gold, March peach blossoms Water; brighter than silver, March peach blossom water!
Self-evaluation: I liked this beautiful article very much when I previewed it. Yesterday, the Chinese teacher didn't have much homework, so I suddenly thought, how great it would be if I could imitate a beautiful article like this one. So, this blog post is freshly published. Teachers and fellow bloggers are welcome to visit and provide guidance, O(∩_∩)OThank you!
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