In the spring of March, the drizzle is like silk, and the tall and straight apple trees are full of beautiful flowers. Pink petals and yellow stamens are very beautiful. They bloom one after another, attracting countless beautiful flowers and many passers-by. Some passers-by stopped to admire, some picked flowers to dress themselves up, and some took pictures as a souvenir. Passers-by are breathing intoxicating apple blossoms. Laughter and laughter filled it.
In April, the apple tree full of spring rain stretched out its little green hand. A breeze blew, and my little hand shook as if to say hello to you.
The apple blossoms are gradually fading, and the mother apple tree "gives birth" to small green apples. Mother Apple clung to the immature "babies" for fear that they would fall.
Autumn is coming and all kinds of fruits are beginning to ripen. Apples are like red lanterns covered with branches, bending the thick branches. Uncle fruit grower picked the red lanterns, put them in baskets and boxes, and transported them to all parts of the country by truck. It is another bumper harvest year, and his face is filled with a sweet smile.
I love my hometown, and I love the apple orchard in my hometown even more!
(2) This afternoon, all our students from Grade Two to Grade Six went to weed.
Our task is to pull up the grass in the open space in front of the North Building. There are only a dozen small trees in this clearing, and the rest are all weeds. However, the students were very happy to see this overgrown wasteland. Because compared with the grassland we were in charge of yesterday, there are not many tasks today.
It's time to pull up the grass. Some students are crazy, like a bad wave, grabbing one in the east and another in the west, which is terrible. Some play while pulling, and pull a piece of grass for a few minutes. Huh? Why do people still take sickles? That must be used to pull weeds. "Come and invest!" Here comes the forage harvester! I saw the students put all their weeds into the "bag" of the "grass harvester", and some even said, "This is a thousand-year-old ginseng! I will give it to you for free. " The "grass harvester" carries his own "package", pours the "treasure" into the dustbin, and then collects the grass. This scene is really noisy.
After a while, the grass was pulled out. Looking at the clean ground, although the students' hands are stained with dirt, everyone is very happy.
(3) At noon today, there was a "rainstorm" in my house. This "rainstorm" was caused by such a trivial matter as a nap. I am the protagonist of this "rainstorm".
After lunch, I turned on my computer and got ready to surf the Internet with great interest. My mother saw it and urged me to take a nap. I was impatient when I heard it: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, and you will know that you are asleep!" " ""I want you to sleep, it's all for your own good! " Mom is a little angry, too. But I couldn't listen to a word my mother said, so I talked back to my mother and caused an uproar. Finally, I couldn't help crying.
It's a pity to think about what happened afterwards. What my mother said is really reasonable. Lack of sleep will not only affect health, but also affect learning. I really shouldn't talk back to my mother unreasonably.
(4) On Sunday morning, I got up early and walked on the streets of Licheng, enjoying the pleasant scenery of the city in the morning.
Walking in the street, I looked at the east, and saw the light of Xia Guang shining through the thin clouds, sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on people's faces, and painted everyone's hair with a layer of Hui Jin, as if the morning glow wanted to put a crown on everyone. At the same time, I feel the freshness of the morning. There is no noisy noise in my ears, no beep of the car horn, only the morning wind sings in my ears, which makes my hair a little messy.
People who run in the morning are enjoying the natural beauty endowed by nature and running leisurely. Seeing such a scene, I also sincerely yearn for it, and I can't help but join the morning running team. Running and running, a "beautiful scenery" appeared in front of me. In a square on the side of the road, there are dozens of old aunts dressed in red, holding flower fans, smiling, waving their hands, twisting their waists and dancing in the morning breeze. They seem very happy. Some people who stopped to watch also used force for it. It seems that they also want to enter their territory.
(5) In the early morning, how many people miss the time, the fresh air, the beautiful scenery and the leisurely mood, I was deeply moved by it, and I remembered what the teacher taught me: A day's plan lies in the morning. I want to get up early every Sunday morning, go out for a walk, integrate into the environment and society, and move from morning to a better tomorrow.
I climbed the Great Wall with my parents this morning. There was nothing difficult at first, just climbing the stairs. What's the big deal! We can't climb any more. It seems quite difficult. I must learn my lesson. I don't know what kind of difficulties I will encounter next. I looked down. Wow, the mountains and the distant Woods are so beautiful! I think the Great Wall is a bit steep. Let's go a little steeper. We walked bit by bit for a long time, and finally reached the end point where my mother said we would climb. I want to climb a little more and climb to the real end ... but my father won't. "It's too late to climb again, so hurry up." We rested on it for a few minutes and then walked down. Walking from top to bottom feels more difficult and my head is a little dizzy. Every step feels like falling. My mother said her legs were spinning and shaking. I was so scared that I grabbed the railing and walked down step by step. It is more difficult to walk down the Great Wall than to climb it. Finally, we got off the Great Wall, and I took a long breath.
Today gave me a chance to exercise and made me more courageous.
This morning, I helped my mother clean at home. My mother asked me to sweep the floor, so I did. I am very careful when I sweep the floor. Every detail, every corner has been cleaned up. I think if I can do all the work at home, my parents won't suffer. My mother works hard from morning till night. My father couldn't take care of the people there when decorating the new house. My father has diabetes and needs a good rest.
I'm all sweaty after cleaning. I finally understand that mom and dad are usually so tired and so hard!