Early in the morning, the east just rose fish-belly white, everything is foggy, as if to the earth a layer of white veil, the earth in the middle of a deep sleep. "Cluck cluck -" a cockerel clear call a few times, the silent village immediately lively: birds chirping and chatting up the sky; the creek ding dong dong sang a song; the creek side of the original drooping willow, this moment, but also the spirit of the up and up, and the creek, and the creek, and the creek, and the creek. The willow by the creek was drooping, but now it also got energetic and stood up, listening to the creek singing with great interest. The people who rested all night, began their day of labor.
Midday, cloudless, the weather is hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. But the children jumped one by one into the cool creek, to a "water war", "pop, pop" splash with laughter splashed out, look at them to fight so intense, as if in the real battlefield! Children playing happy also melted into the air, to the sultry midday added a few points of fun.
A wisp of light smoke from the chimney lightly floating out, dusk is not as hot as the midday, but a refreshing wind with a slight warmth. When I looked up at the sky, I saw a beautiful red evening sunset coloring most of the sky: look! A ferocious tiger was chasing a small rabbit, when a stallion appeared, which ran on the boundless grassland ...... The color of the sky also changed: deep red, orange ...... As if it was a wonderful magic trick of a master magician, it dazzled people.
The sun reluctantly left the sky. The beautiful moon cast a silver glow on the earth, and the gentle moonlight is as calm as water, scattered on people's faces. The beautiful sky is like a blue carpet, inlaid with countless bright crystal "small diamonds" beautiful. The eyes of the stars blinking, lovely, people soon in the sweet dreamland ......
The countryside is like a painting, a moving picture, the beauty of let you stay!
2. Imitation of the wheat whistle essay
Whoop-boop, whoop-boop, whoop ......"
What sound and the child's nasal voice in the field, swept over the thick green wheat leaves? A call, a response, high and low, so cheerful, so soft.
The lake, everywhere is a child mowing the grass. White bamboo cloth shirt small cool cap, embroidered bib colorful headscarf. That a red face, covered with a layer of crystalline sweat, as if a dew-soaked moonflower.
A few days ago, the field is still goose-yellow tender green, buds first released. In the blink of an eye, there is thick shade everywhere. Golden rapeseed flowers thank you, produced dense young pods; black and white broad bean flowers thank you, grew out of the pinky-like pods; snow-white radish flowers thank you, produced a flurry of seeds. The wheat field changed into a dazzling new light yellow color. Each stalk of wheat has raised a plump spike, that flush of wheat, as if the lines on the sheet music, a wheat spike, is a jumping note.
The grass by the lake is fat and tender, just use your hands to pull, the bamboo basket will soon be full. The boys ran to the grassy slope above, somersault, vertical dragon, and wrestling competition. The grass is soft and flexible, stronger than the mat in the city gym, which is simply a natural sports ground!
Play tired, thirsty, I do not know who is a greeting, we collect the "thatched needle" to. That is a kind of weed and thatch almost, the top of the thatch spike is still wrapped in the green leaves, seem bulging. Peel back the leaves, thatched spike with the stem gently extracted, put the stem into the mouth to chew, suck, a sweet and cool flavor quickly from the tongue straight into the lungs!
"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo ......"
Who blew that cheerful, soft wheat whistle again? In a flash, it rang out in all directions, as you called out to me, one after another. That cheerful whistle in the southeastern wind that ruffled the wheat waves, spread far and wide ......
3. imitation wheat whistle 300 essay"Woo blah, woo blah, woo ......"
What sound and the child's nasal voice swept across the thick green wheat leaves in the field? A call, a response, high and low, so cheerful, so soft.
The lake, everywhere is the child mowing the grass. White bamboo cloth shirt small cool cap, embroidered bib colorful headscarf. That a red face, covered with a layer of crystalline sweat, as if a dew-soaked moonflower.
A few days ago, the field is still goose-yellow tender green, buds first released. In the blink of an eye, there is thick shade everywhere. Golden rapeseed flowers thank you, produced dense young pods; black and white broad bean flowers thank you, grew out of the pinky-like pods; snow-white radish flowers thank you, produced a flurry of seeds. The wheat field changed into a dazzling new light yellow color. Each stalk of wheat has raised a plump spike, the flush of wheat awns, as if the lines on the sheet music, a wheat spike, is a jumping note.
The grass by the lake is fat and tender, just use your hands to pull, the bamboo basket will soon be full. The boys ran to the grassy slope above, somersaults, vertical dragons, and wrestling matches. The grass is soft and flexible, stronger than the mat in the city gym, which is simply a natural sports ground!
Play tired, thirsty, I do not know who is a greeting, we collect the "thatched needle" to. That is a kind of weed and thatch is almost the same, the top of the thatch spike is still wrapped in the green leaves, appear bulging. Peel back the leaves, thatched spike with the stem gently drawn out, put the stem into the mouth to chew, suck, a sweet and cool flavor quickly from the tongue straight into the lungs!
"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo ......"
Who blew that cheerful, soft wheat whistle again? In a flash, it rang out in all directions, as you called out to me, one after another. That cheerful whistle carried far and wide in the southeasterly wind that ruffled the wheat waves ......
4. Imitation of the wheat whistle in about 250 wordsThe parrot likes to rest on a big tree, with a pair of small flesh-colored claws clinging to the branches. Its colors are very bright, the feathers on its head are like a yellow turban embroidered with gray patterns, the feathers on its back are like a light green coat, and the feathers on its belly are like a golden yellow shirt. It is small and delicate, a pair of bright and flexible eyes, under the long a curved and sharp beak. The parrot's song is clear and crisp, and it loves to fly around the tree, and then gently stops on a branch. It gazes motionlessly at the fruit on the tree and prepares to open the shell of the seed with its pincer-like beak. The parrot found the target, wings, like an arrow to fly over, pick up the seeds, landed on the branch, with pincer beak gently bite open the seed shell, thrown to the side, and then ate with great relish, only the leaves are still shaking. I really want to catch a parrot . Grandpa looked at me and said: "Children, parrots are our friends, sometimes you may think that you have helped it, but hurt it; sometimes you may hurt our lovely parrots for your own favorites? Do you think the parrot should be domesticated or should we give it back its freedom and let it live a fast life?" Hearing these words from my grandfather, my face turned a little red and dismissed the idea . Whenever the parrot flew, I looked at it from afar and wished it would stop on the branch a little longer.
5. imitation wheat whistles 300 essay"Whoop-boop, whoop-boop, whoop ......" What sound and the child's nasal voice swept across the thick green wheat leaves in the field? A call, a response, high and low, so cheerful, so soft.
The lake, everywhere is the child mowing the grass. White bamboo cloth shirt small cool cap, embroidered bib colorful turban.
That a red face, covered with a layer of crystalline fine sweat, as if a dewdrop-stained moonflower. A few days ago, the field was still goose-yellow and tender green, and the buds were budding.
In the blink of an eye, there was thick shade everywhere. The golden rape flowers have given up and produced dense young pods; the black-and-white broad bean flowers have given up and produced pods like little fingers; the snow-white radish flowers have given up and produced a flurry of seeds.
The wheat field has changed into a dazzling new light yellow color. Each stalk of wheat has raised a plump spike, the flush of wheat awns, as if the lines on the sheet music, a wheat spike, is a jumping note.
The grass by the lake is fat and tender, just use your hands to pull, the bamboo basket will soon be full. The boys ran to the grassy slope above, somersaulting, vertical dragon, and wrestling.
The grass is soft and flexible, stronger than the mat in the city gym, which is simply a natural sports field! Tired of playing, shouted thirsty, I do not know who is a greeting, we collect the "thatched needle" to. That is a kind of weed and thatch about the same, the top of the thatch spike is still wrapped in the green leaves, appear bulging.
Peel back the leaves, the thatched spike with the stem gently extracted, put the stem into the mouth to chew, suck, a sweet and cool flavor quickly from the tongue straight into the lungs! "Oooh blah, oooh blah, oooh ......" Who blew the cheerful, soft wheat whistle again? A moment, all around the ringing up, you call me should, one after another. That cheerful whistle in the southeast wind that ruffles the wheat waves, spread far and wide .......
6. imitation wheat whistle a text to write a 450-word essayIn my memories of growing up, there are unforgettable, happy, happy ...... The most vivid memory for me is the day of my eleventh birthday. I was so happy that day.
On my birthday, I got up early, put on my newly bought clothes and shoes, and bounced to school. Along the way, the birds were chirping on the branches, and they seemed to be saying to me, "Happy Birthday to you!"
When I got to school, my classmate, Xiaohong, gave me the birthday present she had prepared and said to me, "Shi Junjun, happy birthday to you. This is my birthday gift to you." I smiled while receiving the gift and said to Xiao Hong, "Thank you for the gift." When the other classmates saw this, they all delivered their gifts to me one by one and said, "Happy Birthday!" I'm happy to say "Thank you" to them.
At last, the gifts were delivered to me.
Finally, when school was over, I took my classmates back home. Mom brought out the cake that had already been prepared. My classmates sang me a birthday song and laughed happily while I made my eleventh birthday wish in their blessings. ......
"Whew!" I started to cut the cake after blowing out the candles and handed it to my classmates after dividing it. "Ah!" Xiao Ming spread the cream on my face when I wasn't paying attention, and I also smeared the cream on his face ...... "Hahaha ...... "The birthday feast ended in our laughter It ended, although Nasi's birthday has been a long time ago, but the joy of having a birthday has long stayed in my heart.
7. imitation "wheat whistle" how to write"wheat whistle" (human education version of the standard book eight) is a skimming text.
The author describes with joy the scene of the imminent harvest in the fields of the countryside in the middle of summer and the children playing in the middle of it, and the whole text is full of the rich interest of life. The text takes the sound of the wheat whistle as a clue, and begins with a question, "'Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop ......' In the field, what sound and the children's nasal voice, swept over the thick green wheat leaves? A cry, an answer, high and low, so cheerful, so soft."
Then point out the children mowing the grass by the lake, followed by focusing on the description of the natural environment in which the children live and they play in this natural recreation ground, and finally once again to the joyful and soft sound of the wheat whistle as a conclusion, "Who blew that joyful, soft wheat whistle again? Suddenly, it was heard everywhere, one after another, as you called and I answered. That cheerful whistle in the southeast wind that ruffled the wheat waves, spread far, far ...... "The whole text of the first and last echo, smooth flow, rhyme long, suggesting that the children's childhood life is also like the sound of the wheat whistle, cheerful, soft, far, long.
The language of this article is vivid and beautiful, metaphor, anthropomorphism, the use of image, read carefully both the picture of the beauty of the mood, but also the beauty of the rhythm of music. First, in the reading of the text appreciation appreciation has the meaning of play appreciation, refers to the hobby of watching something, after the explanation.
Appreciation in the reading of the text, there is the meaning of savoring, and this savoring has two meanings: first, it is willing to participate, active participation. Not the teacher's pull, the boring analysis of knowledge points; secondly, the appreciation is to analyze.
Repeatedly read the text can experience the writing characteristics, methods, and beautiful words and phrases. Appreciation in the reading of the text, so that language learning is interesting, but also to learn the writing method of the article, so as to comprehensively improve the language literacy, such as "Wheat Whistle" in the third natural paragraph: "That a red face, covered with a layer of crystalline fine sweat, as if a moonflower stained with dewdrops."
The children's red faces covered with a layer of crystalline sweat is compared to a dewdrop-stained moonflower, not only write out the children's lovely, but also very apt, and even covered with a layer of crystalline sweat beads are also taken into account, brought into the, into the "dewdrop-stained", the appreciation of this sentence, can be like this: Teacher: Please read this sentence to see which one of them is the best. Read this sentence and see what rhetorical method is used. When students say simile, then follow up by leading them to say that the face is compared to a moonflower. This process, students can also analyze, but such analysis is never appreciation, because the process is just a boring analysis, there is no joy, no experience, and no emotional involvement.
Classroom 2: guide students to experience the moonflower in combination with imagination, context. After the first reading of the text - Teacher: what is your impression of the moonflower? Name the students to answer.
Students: beautiful, good-looking, brightly colored ...... (at this time the students are still just to cope with the teacher's questions) Teacher: did not take a close look at the dew-stained moonflower, right, ready? I'll see who looks most carefully (show a picture of various moonflowers), see? What kind of moonflower? Student 1: A delicate moonflower, a *** moonflower. Student 2: Colorful moonflower.
Student 3: Colorful, attractive moonflower. Student 4: colorful, colorful, colorful moon season.
Teacher: If not, how else can we compare? Produce sentence: that a red face, covered with a layer of crystal fine sweat, as if . Sheng: ripe apples, roses, peppers ...... teacher: if you are a child, like how to describe, why? Because of the previous padding, the students came up with the image of the simile in the text through comparison of the evocative.
On this basis let the students find the rest of the text in the metaphorical sentences, in the self-reading and self-searching exchanges to consolidate how to use the metaphor.
Second, in the reading of the accumulation of accumulation refers to the gathering, accumulation, so that the number increases. Accumulation in reading refers to the accumulation of words, sentences, paragraphs, articles and other knowledge into a large number, try to use.
If the appreciation in the reading of the text is an extension of the method of reading the text, sometimes need the guidance of the teacher, then the reading of the text to accumulate more to rely on the students' own efforts and innovation. Such as reading the text of the 4th natural paragraph, focusing on the experience of the sentence "golden rape flowers thank you, knotting out dense tender pods; black and white fava bean flowers thank you, growing out of the pinky-like pods; snow-white radish flowers thank you, knotting out a flurry of seeds."
After experiencing the harvest, joy, delight, and pride to be expressed in the prose, let the students imagine what other harvests there will be, and can you learn to pick up the sample and say it? After thinking about it, students have a wonderful sequel: Sheng 6: pink peach blossoms thankful, bearing red and green peaches; Sheng 7: pink cherry blossoms thankful, bearing delicate and red cherries; Sheng 8: white magnolia thankful, leaving a vigorous green leaves; Sheng 9: watermelon blossomed on the ground, bearing a big and red watermelon; ... ...In such classroom readings, students not only imitate the form of the text, but also accumulate it. Accumulation of personal experience, accumulation of such a wonderful way of describing, for the exercise from speaking to writing to build a bridge.
Third, in the reading of the text to practice the new "Primary Language Curriculum Standards" to reduce the difficulty of writing for elementary school students: first and second grade called writing; three - six grades called the work. Whether it is the mention of writing or exercise, it shows that the elementary school stage of composition is just practicing writing.
There are many forms of practicing writing, including imitating words, trying out fragments, filling in gaps, and fleshing out articles. Exactly what form of practicing writing depends on the characteristics of the text, but also on the situation of the students, according to the characteristics of the grade and unit to determine a focus.
"Wheat Whistle" is a beautiful form, the first and last echo; words and phrases are more beautiful, metaphor, simile, anthropomorphism and other rhetorical devices appropriate use to create a beautiful atmosphere; the beginning of the hieroglyphics, intriguing and so on. To students learn so many writing methods at once is difficult, you can first learn to write the countryside in the text of the beauty of the words and phrases of the neat technique, such as "a call, a response", "so cheerful, so soft", "tired of playing, shouting thirst
One student wrote this: "We dug bamboo shoots in the little bamboo grove, competing to see who dug more; we were on the little dirt road again.
8. Fourth grade 24 lessons wheat whistle imitation writing an essaymeet, Confucius see "friends from afar," that is, "not happy"; Mr. Willow love to read, "every will be pleased to forget to eat! Mr. Wuliu loved to read, "every time you have a meeting, you will forget to eat"; Drunken Master drinking wine, but the intention is not in the wine, but between the mountains and the water". So Mr. Qian Zhongshu proposed "all the happiness of enjoyment belongs to the spirit" by the world as the truth, but think carefully, think of spiritual satisfaction there are defects, and sometimes even pale and powerless.
I often see to bring happiness to people in the life of the musician is painful, hard-working scientific workers to achieve success, occasionally see the mirror inside the sideburns of their own gray, the new China is often swept through a trace of sadness, I often hear the model said in an interview, although the work is hard, but I am mentally very happy! Admittedly, they are happy in their suffering, to endure for the enjoyment of life does not show their amazing perseverance and noble qualities, but at the same time it is not difficult to see that their happiness contains a "self-restraint" consciousness
9. imitation of the second book of the fourth grade, the 24 lessons wheat whistle to write an essay on childhood funChildhood fun
Childhood fun What is childhood? It is the cicadas in the trees, the frogs in the water, the short song of the shepherd's flute, the partner's hide ........ In short, childhood is carefree and happy.
Whenever I colorfully recall the anecdotes of my childhood, my face is always flooded with a rosy glow. After all, that past is like the sound of gurgling water swirling in my heart, once burst is so gushing ........ When I was five years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's home, grandmother is living in the countryside, so there are many people from this village to that village when riding a horse, I see very envious, also want to ride a horse to try, but the back of the horse is too high, I can't get on, I was thinking of going up, I happen to see my grandmother in the pig feeding, I think the pig is small, go up easily, see my grandmother to feed the pigs into the house, I went up to the pig's nest, open the door and then go to the pig! I think it's easy to go up to the pig when you see your grandma feed the pig, I'll go up to the pig, open the door and then go in and choose a pig to ride on and then run out of the house, my grandma saw me and rushed out to call me, I saw my grandma, I wanted to make the pig stop, but I couldn't stop it.
The pig ran into my grandmother's vegetable garden, where the cucumbers and persimmons were trampled by the pig. All the pig stepped off, I was also fruit tree branches scraped hands, belly, this time Grandma can catch the pig, Grandma drove the pig into the nest, said I was too naughty, even the pig also dare to ride. Another time was when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle.
At that time, I was not very good at riding, I rode my bike with my mom to play in the square, where there was a lot of space. I rode my bike there, the faster I rode, I suddenly saw a grown-up riding a bike from the front, because I rode too fast, I couldn't brake, and I was about to crash, and my mom was calling me, and I thought, "If I crash, I'll get hurt, and I don't know how to ride well, so how will I fall if I turn around and fall down?" I didn't know what to do.
At this time I suddenly thought: "jump off the car, surely all right" I jumped off the car, I was not injured, but my car and the man to the collision. Whenever I remember this, I always "giggle" and smile so sweetly and so brightly.
It's as if all the memories of the past are coming back to me. I continue to think about the youth of the poetic years, the dream season I think, childhood is a tree without the wheel, never old, never disappear childhood anecdote hours I am particularly mischievous, the following I will tell you about my childhood anecdote.
Remember once home, I saw my father is lying in bed asleep, so my little head suddenly came up with a "bad" idea, is to paint "face", of course, not on paper, but ----- in the face of my father to paint. I first find out the pigment, pen and water, and then I carefully painted a big "king" word on the forehead of my father, and then use the yellow color of the earth in the face of my father around a bunch of golden spots, so that it is a tiger full of might, after the painting I was happy for my own "masterpiece" and also for my own "masterpiece". After the painting, I felt happy for my "masterpiece" and sorry for my dad's face because it was a pity that my dad's beautiful face was painted like this. I am happy to look at their own "masterpiece" when, suddenly dad woke up, looking at his face, I laughed loudly, dad looked at me inexplicably, when he saw the watercolor paint and water all over the place, looking at me that do not mean to laugh, dad rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, when he found his face, has been painted by me into a line. When he found his face has been painted into a road, he did not care about the face of watercolor paint, he flew into the house, grabbed me is a beating, hit me is the cooing and screaming, although this incident has been a long time past; but I still remember it.
You see! I was more naughty ah hours! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future! Childhood fun childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, joyful songs; childhood footprints a string; childhood stories a stack of stacks." Does this song bring back memories of your wonderful childhood life? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars.
My childhood was wonderful, there are many things to remember ...... from my memory, my great-aunt's class raised two chicks, a time I went to my great-aunt's class to look at the chickens, I do not know how long, the two chicks gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hen laid an egg, the egg is going to hatch out of the chickens, 21 days later, the smell of a can Listen to a chick's cry, see this situation, hear this sound. I feel so sorry for the chicks, and help the chicks when the hen and rooster are not at home.
The opportunity, finally came ...... that day, the hen to the little chick to find food to go, naughty rooster is not at home, ran out to play. Take advantage of the great aunt did not pay attention to pick up an egg by hand, holding in the heart of the hand gently caressing, a serious said: "Chickens do not be afraid, a moment you will come to the world."
Said, I no longer hesitate, peeled an egg, with a residual heat, did not open the eyes of the chicken "born", it looked at me, called twice as if to say: "Thank you, so that I come to the world as soon as possible." I can be happy, and peeled open the second, when I peeled to the fourth when the hen came back, saw me being "bullied" snake's baby on the fierce cut me a mouth, and suddenly the blood flowed out, I cried and cried to find the aunt, aunt did not say I, but instead of laughing and crying, said: "Little fool, the chicken will not be born until a certain time. Chickens won't be born until a certain time! You will die if you deliver them like this."
After hearing this, I rushed to look at the chickens, and sure enough, the ones I had just "delivered" were dying, while the ones I hadn't "delivered" survived. I regretted, but everything is late ...... Although this incident in the past for a long time, although there I am still young and ignorant, but this incident has always spurred me on, let me go forward, never backward.
Childhood fun talking about my interesting things, simply more like the stars in the sky, there are happy and sad, there are laughs and tears. The following listen to me to tell a laugh it.
That day, I went to my friend's birthday, just after the birthday, my friend called us up and announced: "In order to make my birthday to live happier, but also in order to let all of my friends to play happy, come to play hide-and-seek to add a little bit of birthday atmosphere." "Oh yeah," I said, dancing with joy.
The game began, I how to find can not find a safe place to hide, only to hear my friends counting: "91, 92." Seeing that it is about to count to a hundred, I panicked, hiding into the bottom of the bed.
"Squeak" door opened, walked past me, my heart tensed, clocked in, the feet left. After a long time, I heard it.