Time flies, time flies.
Another year in a blink of an eye. Busy study makes us breathless, just like the straw piled up on the camel. It is difficult to stop the fast-paced life until the winter vacation. Stealing time from a busy schedule can really relax. Enjoy your own world quietly.
Busy with homework
Although it is winter vacation, I can leave all my homework behind. The teacher said gently, "Make a final sprint at the end of the term." We students can be bitter, and we can only carry: "For the senior high school entrance examination, for the future." Dream of burning the midnight oil. There are thousands of kinds of pain, and there is no choice but to resist, because "for the entrance examination, for the future."
Busy visiting
The Spring Festival is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation, and China people have always attached importance to it. More than half a month before the Chinese New Year, everyone began to make intensive planning and preparation. On holidays, visit relatives and friends and give gifts. This is my favorite thing to do in a year, because! I believe everyone knows that there are three words: "lucky money"! At that time, we were the richest when we were young, but our parents always left the lucky money in their pockets on the grounds of helping. It feels really good to save the lucky money given by my elders and buy what I need during the Chinese New Year!
Busy with games
Now that the winter vacation is over, playing computer games is essential. Fingers danced desperately on the keyboard. "Win again!" Spend all your free time on the computer. Playing small games occasionally is also good for physical and mental health! It's no big deal as long as you don't forget yourself.
Busy setting off firecrackers
I bought a lot of firecrackers this Spring Festival. At twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve, I lit a string of firecrackers, and the New Year bell and firecrackers sounded at the same time. The scene is spectacular. If you have nothing to do, you can also put some small guns with your brother. Although it is boring in the eyes of adults, these firecrackers have left a deep impression on our memory. Of course I loved to play when I was a child. I am busy studying on weekdays, so I can finally have a good Spring Festival.
It was a busy year for me! You might as well share your busy year with me!
The autumn wind is bleak, and the geese return to the south. The whole field is fruitful, the wheat waves are rolling, mixed with the warm and dazzling sunset, and the whole world looks more resplendent and radiant. In an instant, the fruit sang loudly and the wheat waves danced with the wind, all of which responded to the praise of nature, and all of which touched people's heartstrings and pulled my heart.
The song of nature is a port and a post station in the journey of life. It gives us the motivation to move forward and accompany us to towards the distant.
Once, the sky was always blue. I hid under this blue sky to make a paper plane, pinch plasticine, play house ... and play and sing with nature without any worries, and run in my childhood journey.
However, now I am like driving in an endless sea, I can't see the edge and nothing. Once I fall, my mother will help me up; When I am sad, my father will buy me toys to make me laugh. When I am hungry, my sister will make delicious shredded potatoes ... these are all gone. Plumes of white smoke floating on the sea have already blocked the port of childhood in another world, a place of deep confusion that cannot be retrieved, leaving people with some childhood memories that have long since ceased to exist. Suddenly, the angry wind was mixed with a strange and familiar voice, which suddenly flashed by me. I couldn't help but listen to the voice that had already crossed the waves. "Don't give up, work hard, come on. You will definitely reach the other side of success. "
Yes, it is the sound of nature that I once knew! Long-term isolation almost made me forget you! But now, you and I are walking side by side on the broad road, and we are heading for the distant future together.
"Whoosh ..." The wind blows, and the songs of nature respond again. Dandelion, inspired by nature, flies into the distance together, sowing the hope of the next spring. And I, with my head down, can't help but take my steps.
Yes, I firmly believe that the voice of nature is with me, touching my heart, and working together with me to create brilliance.
What's the smell of grade three? Sweet, sour, spicy or bitter. But in my opinion, neither. The third grade tastes like mellow coffee, with bitter taste in the front and mellow taste in the back.
In a blink of an eye, two years passed through my fingers. We have become students in Grade Three, facing the first test of life-the senior high school entrance examination. Therefore, schoolwork is also very heavy. "Baby, get up quickly, or you'll be late." My mother always wakes me up when I am sleepy. "Run faster, why are you so slow? How can I take the exam? " The PE teacher accused me when I was exhausted; "Look, how to write this homework, you still want to take the senior high school entrance examination!" I accepted the teacher's criticism with my exercise book; "Do exercises in Chinese, chemistry, physics, mathematics and physics tomorrow." My goal is posted on the class goal wall ... I haven't adapted to the life of grade three, like an isolated little ant, feeling helpless, sad and even desperate. My third grade was bitter: I thought so at that time.
It's been two months, and there are not many days before our senior high school entrance examination, but I finally tasted the real taste of senior three. "Baby, tired not tired? Are you hungry? Mom cooks for you. " When I get home, I can hear my mother's concern and greetings; "I did well in the exam this time, keep on cheering!" The teacher's praise is generous; "Don't be sad, this is just a small exam. Let's cheer together and take the senior high school entrance examination. " My friend extended his arm to encourage me when I was most lost; "I did well in class today. I took time to do my homework during recess and asked the teacher questions! " I stood on tiptoe, and today's reflection was gloriously posted on the "reflection wall" ... After I got used to the life in the third grade, I enjoyed it very much, paying and harvesting together with my classmates. The taste of grade three is sweet.
The first bite is bitter and the last bite is sweet. I may try this coffee again in the future, but when will the special feeling that moistens my heart stimulate my taste buds? I really hope the old man will slow down, because I don't want to say goodbye to my third grade. But how could he listen to my advice? What I can do is to enjoy the present and miss the taste of senior three.
"Failure is the mother of success" and "Where there is a will, there is a way" are proverbs that people often use. However, many unforgettable words are hidden in daily life.
I often hear my mother say to me, "The person who is really worthy of competition is actually my past self." This sentence is correct. Sometimes, we often want to compare with some very powerful people, but this is basically impossible and will make us feel discouraged. In fact, what we should really compare is our past self.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I just started to learn table tennis. Because my study time is too short, the people who practice next to me are much better than me. I was beaten by a second-grade child! This made me lose confidence at once: I was in grade five, but he was a "kid" in grade two! Crying for a long time, I have no bottom. On my way home, my mother said to me, "The person who really deserves to compete is actually my past self. Of course, you have nothing to complain about because you studied so many years later than him. " My mother's words made me realize that I can't compare with him. He began to learn table tennis very early and learned it every day. As for me, I am a beginner. It's normal that I lost. As long as I make a little progress every day, through "competing with my past self", I will certainly gain new achievements.
This sentence is not only applicable to study, but also useful in other places. Because I am not tall, I sit in the front row, and my classmates behind me are very tall. I can't communicate with them normally, because I have to look up at them and feel too uncomfortable. But on second thought, think about my height last year, and I have grown a lot. Although I am not as tall as some people, I have grown a lot compared with myself in the past.
You can compare yourself with yourself in everything you usually do. As long as I make progress, it's good. Only in this way can we climb higher and stronger.
The sentence "What is really worth fighting for is the past self" has been integrated into my life, which makes me make progress unconsciously.
Gardens should be beautiful, without gardeners, cities should be beautiful, without cleaners. Yueqing is attractive because the beautician in the city-the cleaner!
Every morning, when the morning sun shines into the windows of every household, hardworking cleaners have already shuttled through the streets and started their hard work for a day. Some of them hold brooms, wear masks, bend slightly and sweep up quickly; Some are holding long pliers, riding tricycles with trash cans, and searching for garbage with their eyes; Some drive cleaning cars and sprinklers, constantly cleaning the ground, so that tourists can leave a new impression in Yueqing every day.
When the hot summer sun shines on their heads, people stay indoors and leisurely eat popsicles in air-conditioned rooms, while cleaners are still wandering in the community and on the road, picking up the garbage discarded by others and putting it in the garbage bin.
Their faces are dotted with "black stripes" and sweat and dust are sprinkled. Although their hands holding brooms are sour all the time, their responsible hearts make them work better. People who go to work drive home from work, and cleaners are still sticking to their posts and cleaning up the garbage of the day. When the last ray of light disappeared, they put on their clothes, rode their bicycles and walked on their way home. Their life is hard and not easy!
The cleaners in Yueqing have the most beautiful heart. They help to keep our home clean. They are unpretentious, never show off, never make public, and always serve Yueqing silently. No garbage can escape their eyes, and they clean the road. At the scenic spot, they cleaned the ground spotless and the road surface was completely new. Home is more beautiful because of them, and Yueqing is cleaner because of them!
In the morning, I opened my hazy eyes and saw the sunshine outside the window hitting the glass, showing a kind of confused beauty. It seems to me that I have something to do today. ...
Sure enough, after a while, my mother came into my room and said kindly, "Xinxin, go and see grandma. She has been talking about you all day! " Looking at my mother's expectant expression, I managed to squeeze out a deep voice from my mouth: hmm.
13 years old, as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, like a deer at a loss, wandering at the crossroads of life, how can you be in the mood to visit that nagging old man, and over time, you will get bored.
Hesitantly walked out of the house, thinking about how to say hello to grandma for a while and how to deal with grandma's boring topic. Walking in the noisy street, it seems that all this has nothing to do with me, as if I were called "someone else" here. Footsteps stopped at this moment, and in front of them was a little girl of about five or six years old and a kind old woman. Little girl coquetry: Grandma, my feet hurt when I walk. Please carry me! The old woman smiled and said, "You little naughty boy!" "Say that finish, he put his arm around the little girl's back and trudged forward step by step. The faces of the grandmother and grandson are closely attached, and happiness is permeated in the alley. Sunshine seems to be caring for grandma and grandson, trying to shine brightly. The little girl and her grandmother seem to interpret the true meaning of love in this aura of sunshine!
I suddenly realized that once upon a time, my grandmother used the same posture to convey this special love! Now, I don't even want to visit her old man's house! Numerous confessions. Guilt flooded my mind. At this time, the sun is still shining, passing through my heart, brushing away the dust and becoming pure and flawless.
Confess. Guilt turned into gratitude, and I walked to my grandmother's house in the sun. At this moment, I understand the true meaning of love. I hope it is not too late!
I don't know that the sky is in the water after being drunk, and the boat is full of dreams.
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Outside the window, black water flows from the sky to the horizon, and night elves jump one by one, dotted with white jade plates. I looked at the beautiful scenery and slowly closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already in Chaka Salt Lake. The night scene is still in sight, but there are many more stars. The scenery in the sky is reflected on the lake. If I hadn't stood here, I wouldn't know the difference between heaven and earth. I stand between heaven and earth, surrounded by stars, and I can reach out and touch them.
I was running on the lake, and I made ripples the other day, and the scenery in the sky was blurred. Stars are flying everywhere, and the water droplets that are stirred from time to time also hide stars. A person here is boundless, you can run and play unscrupulously, your heart will be suddenly enlightened and your heart will beat faster.
I squatted down, raised the water and waved it to the sky. The sky and another sky were dyed purple at the same position, and the range of purple became larger and larger, and the color changed from purple to pink blue. This color soon overflowed the horizon, and the original black became colorful. On this quiet lake, my heart beat faster and I jumped into the bottom of the lake.
Waiting for me at the bottom of the lake is a huge universe. All kinds of stars float by me. They are as transparent as bubbles, as if they were broken at the press of a button. I am drifting freely in this universe. Before I came to a galaxy, there was a very bright star on both sides. Could it be Cowherd and Weaver Girl? I jumped into the river and was washed away by it.
When I came to Heyuan, I saw a dazzling light, dazzling. I closed my eyes, covered my face with my hand and broke into the light. For an instant, I felt as light as a feather and as heavy as a stone, falling slowly and quickly.
Suddenly, this feeling disappeared. I opened my eyes and found that it was a dream. The sun has risen in Ran Ran outside the window. I got up slowly and stood at the window, smiling at the world, but my heart was beautiful.
My heart is full of joy for the beauty of this world.
Perfect composition for grade three 8 Hey! Hello, my name is Bieber. I am an ant. I live in the second team of Ant * * and China 1 1 group. I am a civilian, and a new day is about to begin. Come and see our life!
In the morning, all the ants wake up with a whistle. Stick together like a market. Ha ha! In fact, every day is like this. What do you think this is? To tell you the truth, according to the agent's report last night, "there is a pile of food 300 meters away from the hole, and it is estimated that there are 20 thousand ant coins." I'm going to move food. It took us two hours and twenty minutes to reach our destination. Everyone is busy with shovels. I dug you up and answered with a slogan: "Hey, hey, hey." After a busy time, the food was finally moved out. After enjoying the perfect food, rest at home and watch TV. Upstairs suddenly came: "Bateman, Bateman ..." Alas! It's that little guy upstairs again He seems to be fascinated by the recent hit TV series Bateman, and he sings endlessly upstairs, which is annoying. But don't blame him, after all, he is still a four-year-old cutie.
In the afternoon, our task is to continue to build the city wall and go out with a spatula and shovel. My task is to make mud. This is not a good task. Dirty, tired and complicated. First of all, the replaced beeswax should be coated on the mold, then the soil should be poured in, and then two barrels of formic acid and one barrel of leaf green juice should be drenched. After mixing evenly, put it flat in the oven. Speaking of clods, they are important materials for building city walls. Equal to bricks used by human beings. Without it, the wall could not be built. Oh, dear! I burned my hand. You said it was bitter and muddy.
In the evening, it is a little time to rest. We invited friends and neighbors out for a walk. We met many acquaintances along the way, talked about some common things, said hello, went to the theater to see a play, and then set off for home.
This is my day.
My hometown is located in Foshan, an ancient town in the south of the motherland, with beautiful scenery and pleasant scenery.
In the morning, the sun shines through the tall houses. I put on a red scarf and went to school with my schoolbag on my back. In the tree-lined community park, the old people are exercising with relaxed music, and a few drops of sweat are hanging on their rosy cheeks. On the main road, the cleaning car stretched out a huge mechanical arm to collect the garbage into the belly of the car, and soon the road was clean. The cleaners bid farewell to the era of heavy brooms and sweating, and smiled and drove the cleaning car to the garbage disposal plant ... Not far away, there was a rumbling mechanical sound from the ground, as if to tell people that a subway running through Guangfo was about to be completed.
Take the school bus to the spacious classroom. In class, teachers don't need to write books with chalk, just turn on the projector and clear, clear and vivid handouts will be displayed in front of them. I take notes more carefully and study harder. ...
After class, various extracurricular activities and experiments let us learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge. ...
In the dining hall, the chef has prepared delicious meals, and we don't have to go back to school to cook Chinese food with cool meals like mom did at that time. ...
When I get home at night, my grandfather sits in front of the TV and watches HDTV. I will never wear glasses because the TV picture is not clear. ...
After I finished my homework, I turned on the computer and had a video call with my parents who were away on business, reporting on my day's study and life. Grandma always said: How advanced technology is now! It was much faster than writing letters at that time. ...
This is my day's life, my life is changing every day, and my hometown is changing every day, becoming more and more beautiful and advanced!
Every morning, when I hear the rhythmic sound of the broom touching the ground, I know that the community cleaner is working again.
One morning in the winter vacation, I heard the sound of "swish" downstairs, and my mother took me downstairs to exercise. It is really cold in the morning! Since last night, the cold wind has continued and the snow is fluttering. Trees without leaves on the roadside make a sound in the wind, as if frozen, shouting "I'm going to freeze!" " I'm freezing! "I couldn't help shivering and said," Oh, it's really cold! " "
At this time, the cleaner just passed by me. This is the first time I have looked at him carefully: a faded suit looks a little thin, and a pair of rough, red-hot hands keep sweeping with the broom that accompanies him every day, sweeping carefully, not letting go of any corner easily, not even a leaf or a piece of waste paper. Where he passed, all the rubbish disappeared and the road became so clean.
On such a cold day, I saw thin sweat on the tip of his nose. I saw snow on his eyebrows and head. At first glance, he looks like an old man with a white beard. Cleaners are really hard! While others are still sleeping in the warm bed, he has begun to beautify our community, and I am deeply moved by him. "Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush.
In the morning, the familiar sound of "brush brush" will always ring in my ear on time, and it will never stop in spring, summer, autumn and winter. I praise the cleaner. I admire the cleaner. They are not afraid of the cold and work hard for the happiness of others. They make the community clean and beautiful. Although their bodies and faces are covered with dust, their hearts are so beautiful and pure. They are really beauticians in the city!
Their work looks ordinary, but it is very remarkable. What would our life be like without them?
Under the dome of 1 1, the eagle spread its wings and soared. Love meets love, weaving eagle's brilliant life!
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I have seen the nest of swallows, which is smooth and flat. Under other people's eaves, there is no rain and no wind, even the sun is just right. It is not exposed to the sun, but I can still feel the warmth of the waves. Mother Yan flies around to catch bugs and send them to baby Yan's mouth. Looking at the satisfaction of mother and son, she felt so warm. I stood under the eaves for a long time without knowing. I really hope this picture will stay in front of me forever and never die.
There is no doubt that mother Yan loves the swallow. This kind of love is warm and sweet.
It happened that I saw an extremely humble bird's nest that afternoon, hanging precariously on a dead tree on the edge of the cliff. I stood far away from it and could vaguely see its outline. It seems that it is just a random combination of several branches. If one is removed, it may be scattered. After waiting for a long time, I saw an eagle rushing in, resting for a while, flapping its wings and flying away. Looking along the route of the eagle, I was surprised-a thin eagle stood on the edge of the cliff and seemed to be shaking all over. In a flash, I really want to fly to the eagle, hold it in my arms, and appease its fragile heart. Finally, the eagle flew to the baby eagle's side, stood behind it, spread its wings, and seemed to hold the baby eagle in its arms. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Between lightning and stone fire, I suddenly saw a black light. Looking intently, it is an eagle, a baby eagle on the top of the cliff. I saw its body falling rapidly, and in a few seconds, it will fall to the bottom of the cliff! My heart trembled ... suddenly, a miracle happened! That little eagle actually flew into the sky! Draw a brilliant curve of your own towards sunshine and hope!
The mother eagle standing on the edge of the cliff also flew to her daughter's sky.
If Yan's mother loves Xiaoyan, doesn't the eagle love children? If mother Yan's doting is love, isn't the eagle's love love love? The love of the mother swallow makes the swallow fly low and hover; The eagle's love made Kitty create her own brilliant life!
12 flowers appreciate the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moisten its growth; We want to thank the teacher, who let us learn knowledge; Thanks to the teacher, the teacher is a pile of bright lights, tirelessly illuminating our way forward.
A TV news that my father and I watched before said that the earthquake suddenly came and the whole class was listening attentively, but under the guidance of the teacher, the students were told not to panic, stay calm and leave the classroom in an orderly way, but the teacher was the last one to leave the classroom. Such a touching scene has made me unforgettable.
On the first day of school this year, it was crisp in autumn and I was told that I was assigned to class 4 1. You are neatly dressed, with a kind look on your wrinkled face, and introduce yourself to your classmates who are also studying you at the bottom. Besides, your big bright eyes can read your classmates' thoughts. Turn around and walk onto the platform, and use your powerful fingers to "draw" your requirements and expectations for our new class on the blackboard!
I remember one time during recess, I was playing at the door of the classroom. The door suddenly closed and opened because of the strong wind. While I was having fun, the door suddenly hit my finger and I cried out in pain. At this time, it was the teacher who came over and gently said to me, "Xie Shiyu will come to me to rub some medicine later." I nodded with tears and came to Teacher Chen's office. The teacher said to me, "Be careful next time, and don't hold hands again!" " "In class, you always explain one knowledge point after another to us seriously, and patiently explain the thinking of the problem to the students over and over again, tirelessly. Through your explanation, I also learned how to use the method you taught me to solve problems in the exam.
In life, you care about me and my classmates kindly, just like our parents. I remember once having lunch with sauerkraut soup and sauerkraut. I only saw white rice, and the teacher asked me, "Why don't you eat vegetables?" I said I couldn't eat sauerkraut, and the teacher said, "So that's it! But you can't be partial eclipse! "
Thank you, my dear lighthouse; Thank you, my dear teacher!
The afternoon sun shone on my windowsill, and the hot air from coffee disappeared in the sun, leaving a faint fragrance. Digging out a book from the bookshelf, leaning against the window, drinking coffee, turning over the title page, let the sun jump on the ink-scented words, and I ran to the sun on this road.
On this road, I have enough patience to listen to the stories told by every reader. I sympathize with Su Shi and Li Bai, but I admire their open-minded romance. I regret Lin Daiyu's infatuation with burning manuscripts, but I applaud her loyalty; I am indignant at the hero's ending, but I am even more proud of their kindness. Sunshine softened my heart because of their stories.
On this road, I have enough courage to follow every explorer to take risks. Sanmao and I crossed the desert; Tom sawyer and I ventured into the forest and explored caves; Robinson and I met on an isolated island, unaffected by the surrounding environment, and we did it ourselves and had plenty of food and clothing; I went to the Western Heaven with my master and apprentice to learn Buddhist scriptures and enjoy the fun of conquering nature. Sunshine drives away my inner fears and gives me the courage to break into a deserted place.
On this road, I use clear enough eyes to discover the truth, goodness and beauty of this world. I followed Zhu Ziqing's line of sight and was moved by my father's difficult climb back. I followed Bing Xin's footsteps and shed two lines of tears for simple and great maternal love; I strolled along the Dunhuang ancient road with Yu, admiring the flying murals and fluttering clothes. The sunshine brushed away the wet tears on my cheeks and gave me clean eyes to believe in love.
Sleeping in the sun, holding a book and closing my eyes, with the help of scholars from all walks of life, I successfully walked a small part of the sunshine road. Thanks to these books, I had such a wonderful trip. I will take this ray of sunshine and walk this road firmly.
The phoenix blushes when I read the composition 14, and the pace of graduation is getting closer and closer to us. I began to recall the past, and those images churned in my mind and rushed into real life in waves. Over the past six years, I have been encouraged and supported by both hands, which has enriched my campus life and given me a campus support.
My friend's hand is my strong haven. Whenever I receive an award on the stage, my hand always applauds me and always gives me a thumbs up. Whenever class is over, those hands always hold me tightly, walk with me and play with my hands. The warmth of a friend's palm can still stay in my heart. When I encounter difficulties, those hands will cheer me up and guide me. My friend's hand is warm and warm, which can stay in my heart forever and make people happy.
When I fall, my friend's hand will help me instantly; When I am wronged, my friend's hand will pat me on the shoulder; When I am depressed, my friend's hand will play the piano for me and let me see the sunshine of life. I also want to be a hand that my friends can rely on, encourage them at the right time and comfort them at the right time. Although we are going to graduate, we will not go to the same junior high school and fly in different directions. However, we will keep in touch, and my hand will continue to bless my friends and become their affirmative hand.
Thank my friends for their willingness to be my supporting actors. I will often think of those hands in the future. I hope she can have stronger hands to cheer for her in the future. I hope that on graduation day, those hands are not tears-wiping hands, but hands full of blessings to bid farewell to classmates. Our hands will draw a bright future.
There will be so many gains on the road of life, and possession will naturally be accompanied by loss. When you rush forward, there will be more and more things in your carry-on bag. Therefore, the pace of progress has become heavy and slow. Letting go is comfortable, so we need to learn to give up. When you feel that walking is getting heavier and heavier, you can consider putting it down.
Letting go is sometimes to seek a broader sky and a relaxed mind. For those things that don't belong to you, you can't be persistent. After all, what doesn't belong to you will not become yours if you pursue it deliberately, because you will lose it eventually. The same is true of making friends. Learn to choose and learn to give up.
Life is a kind of fate. What you deliberately pursue may not be available all your life, but the glory you didn't expect will come in your indifference.
A friend is like a cup of light green tea. You should savor it carefully and consider its sweetness slowly. He will inadvertently walk into your heart and care for you with his heart.
In the journey of life, our friends may be those small platforms. Maybe we haven't stopped on many platforms, maybe we will have a rest on a small platform, or maybe we will stay on a platform for a long time!
It is one platform after another, which has become the ups and downs of our journey. Each platform has its own unique scenery, perhaps also has its own story or bitterness!
Maybe we will remember that platform for a long time during the journey, or we may not remember their names for many platforms, but life has not stopped and turned into a straight line in one station after another!
It is precisely because of this that we have to go through such a platform, but only with such a memorable life station will the journey not be lonely, and only in this way will life come to an end without regrets!
Friends, cherish every stop, what will they tell you? Be careful and have a good experience of every friend around you!