Growing farmland spring bitter grass umbrella husband friends ball good day composition

Got an answer? My child also has this question.

It doesn't seem to be a sentence.

Combine those scattered words to form words.

Growing up, farmer, friend, umbrella, spring, earth, hardship, grassland, home, painting is good.

In the spring of the earth, the grassland farmer grew up and worked hard to draw an umbrella at the home of his friend.

My friend is a painter who works as hard as a farmer. He likes to rain in the spring without an umbrella, saying that in this way, people can be baptized by rain like plants on the earth, and grow up to be more spiritual. I usually like to paint the grassland, a painting is a whole day, never think this is a hard thing, always say that "the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep" can make him have a lot of epiphanies.

The farmer ploughs the fields, and the earth, the grasslands, the spring rain and its umbrella are his friends, and everyone is just good, but they don't know the hard work, so it seems that they are painting a long painting.

Adaptation of "Spring" (Exam Assignment Version).

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the exam is coming, and the footsteps of death are near.

Everything looked like we had just died, we were crying from desolation, there was more homework, the test papers were piled up, and our faces were embarrassed.

The teacher secretly walked out of the office, fierce, and looked at the playground in the classroom, a large area full of test papers. Doing, writing, drawing two correction fluids, typing two drafts, the wind blowing, the grass swaying around.

Chinese, mathematics, English, you don't let me, I don't let you, they all send test papers to rush. There are so many like them, they are piled up like mountains, and they are made like ghosts. There are some difficult problems in the volume; I closed my eyes, and my front seemed to be full of Chinese, mathematics and English, and now there were thousands of test papers doing it in a hurry, and the teacher of ** was shouting around. The test papers are all over the place: miscellaneous, with names and without names, scattered in the desks like demons, like unjust souls, and fluttering.

Going to die is like going to an exam; , nice, a slap to the teacher; Stroking you, the wind brings the smell of some new dog shit, mixed with the smell of dung, and the fragrance of all kinds of shit, all brewing in the slightly moist stinky fart, the birds hide the test papers in the bustling young leaves, and are happy, calling friends and companions to show their dumb throats, and the teacher's scolding voice should be harmonious. At this time, the class bell in the classroom also rang loudly all day long.

Being scolded by the teacher is the most common, and one scolding is three or two hours. Don't be annoyed. Look, the teacher's saliva rushed out of his mouth, like cow hair, like a flower needle.

Like filaments, densely woven diagonally, a thin layer of smoke was covered in the roof of the school. The leaves are yellow and black, and the grass is withered to your eyes. In the evening, the office lights were turned on, and the dazzling light set off a discordant night.

On the campus, on the path, by the big tree, there were people who were scolded and cried by the teacher, and there were waiting parents on the side, who were holding knives and guns, ready to take revenge on the teacher. Their hair was thinning and fluttering in the rain.

The souls of the heavens are multiplying, and the graves on earth are numerous. In the city and countryside, every family, old and young, also rushed out, one by one. Sacrifice to the children, burn the test papers.; how many students are killed by exams; At the beginning, there are children who have been sinned.

There are dashed hopes.

Exams are like a newborn disaster, broken from head to toe, it destroys.

The exam is like a wandering grim reaper, with a hideous face, smiling and running.

Exams are like terrible nightmares, with iron arms and waists and feet, that take us to hell.

The main lirong of the rainy day is really good.