Write a lyrical essay for the eighth lesson of the fifth grade in about 400 words

The somewhat turbid and not very clear river wanders around my grandmother's house all year round. On both sides of the river, there are high embankments made of stones. In front of the embankment is a row of tall sycamores, which are shaded by trees in the summer, and it is very cool.

There were many women pounding on the stone steps, a few young boys of eleven or twelve-year-old playing with fried fish on the shore, and a few slightly older boys daring to swim in the most turbulent places.

Even if the weather is dry, this river will not dry up, but it will not have the vitality of the past, and it will be lazy and lazy, just like if you have no homework or extracurricular classes on Sundays, you can sleep comfortably. I think Jiang must have enjoyed that moment!

When I was with my grandmother, my favorite thing to do was go to the dog market. Every Wednesday and every 8th of the month, there will be a dog vendor who comes to the street and set up a stall to sell dogs. At that time, my grandmother and I would follow the crowd and go to the stalls to hang around, look at the big dogs, and pet the small dogs.

I saw a big man holding the dog like a baby, and like a child falling asleep, patting the puppy and massaging it. Although I didn't understand this, in order not to be ashamed, I also imitated the person's appearance and pretended to pet the puppy, but the puppy was scratched by me uncomfortably and struggled hard in my arms.

Although my grandmother's house is very simple, it is very simple. There are old-fashioned pendulum clocks, black tables and chairs, which are very uncomfortable to sit on, but I don't hate them. I like to go to that balcony to play, there are many huge windows, and the ventilation is very good, from where I can see the river and the children playing.

I still miss the three months I spent at my grandmother's house, because I can't experience that kind of fun anymore.

The flowers bloomed, as if they had woken up. The bird flew, as if it were walking in the sky. The bug screamed, as if the bug was talking.

Everything is alive, and whatever you want to do, you can do. Whatever you want, whatever you want, it's all free. If you are willing to climb on the shelf, you will climb on the shelf, and if you are willing to climb on the house, you will climb on the house.

If the cucumber is willing to bloom a flower, it will bloom a flower, and if it is willing to bear a melon, it will bear a melon. If they don't want to, not even a melon will bear fruit, not a single flower will bloom, and no one will ask about it. If the corn is willing to grow as tall as it wants, and if it wants to grow to the sky, no one cares?

Spring is coming, like a fairy descending to earth. The ice melted, as if it had recovered from winter. The flowers bloomed, as if they were greeting the spring girl with a sweet smile.

The willow tree sprouts when it wants to, and it sprouts everywhere it wants. If the rain is willing to fall, if you are willing to call Brother Baiyun, you will call Brother Baiyun to come. But if he would not do it, not a drop of rain would fall, not a cloud would come, and no one would ask him.

The butterfly can come as long as it wants, and no one cares how long it wants.

Zang Kejia once said: "Reading a good book is like making a good friend." "I think that's a very apt analogy.

When I was in elementary school, I learned Hanyu Pinyin, learned to read extracurricular books, and made more "character friends". The level of composition has also improved a lot. Not only do I read fairy tales, mythology, technology, and composition, but I also like to read famous books, and recently I have been watching Water Margin.

Every time I came home, as soon as I finished my homework, I immediately ran to the bookstore, picked up the book without hesitation, and stood by the bookcase, like a hungry wolf, reading greedily, reading and reading, I couldn't help but plunge into it, as if I was in a fairy tale. Then I read the fairy tale, I read it with great imagination, and "The Education of Love" made me read it with tears in my eyes and tears. When I don't want to understand it, the dictionary has become my good friend, it is like a wise scholar, allowing me to know more "word friends".

Book! You are my good friend, you are like a beating note, but also like a colorful picture with another colorful world in it. You led the ignorant me into the door of the treasure of knowledge, and you accompanied me to climb the peak of knowledge from beginning to end, it was you who gave me the wings of imagination and gave me a new goal.

My hometown is in Changsha, the capital of beautiful Hunan Province, which is an ancient city with more than 2,000 years of history and culture.

The most famous snacks in Changsha are the stinky tofu of the Fire Palace, which smells stinky but tastes very fragrant, as well as the steamed buns of Deyuan, which taste particularly delicious, the wontons of Shuangyanlou, the noodles and flour of Huang Chunhe, and the sugar and oil baba ...... at the south gateChangsha also has a lot of delicious food, and if you go to Changsha, you should definitely try these famous snacks.

Changsha has beautiful scenery and magnificent mountains and rivers, and this year it was also rated as a national garden city. There is Yuelu Mountain with unique scenery, there is a beautiful scenery belt along the river, there is the world-famous Mawangdui Ancient Tomb, and there is the Tianxin Pavilion with the ancient city wall.

Mount Yuelu is the most famous scenic spot in Changsha. It is beautifully landscaped and offers stunning views all year round. Here, in spring, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, the spring breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers is exuded all over the mountains; In the summer, the trees on the mountain are more dense, and when you stand on the top of the mountain and look down, the whole mountain looks like a sea of green; In autumn, it becomes the most beautiful time of the year, and the maple leaves all over the mountain are red, as if you have become a drunken beauty; In winter, if it snows, the trees on the mountain will wear a white cotton coat, and Yuelu Mountain will enter a sweet dreamland.

Whenever night falls, the entire Changsha City becomes a sea of lights, like a shining jewel, emitting bright light. The lively pedestrian street is crowded with people, and the gorgeous neon lights are colorful, which makes Changsha City very beautiful. The newly renovated Wangfujing building is even brighter, with brilliant lights and dazzling lights everywhere, flashing and flashing lanterns, like the eyes of a naughty child.

How beautiful, what a charming Changsha!

Although my hometown Changsha is not as beautiful as Guilin and does not have the scenery of Hainan Island, the appearance of Changsha has changed dramatically in recent years, revealing its unique charm.

I heard my mother say that in front of the house was a crooked, narrow path, on both sides of the field are not Jinhui, Shennong Hotel, even go to school have to pass through these fields, the yard of 10 is a high mountain, there is a small pond, my mother often catches small fish in it. At that time, Wuyi Road was also very narrow, which was easy to cause traffic accidents, so it often led to traffic paralysis.

Now, Changsha is no longer the narrow and crowded city of the past, but a prosperous and vibrant city with high-rise buildings and criss-crossing highways. Wuyi Road has a new look, the trees on both sides of the trees are full of vitality regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cold and summer, and the new high-rise buildings add a touch of vitality to Wuyi Road, and decorate Wuyi Road more gorgeously. The newly built sports and cultural center is bustling with rollerblading, skateboarding, etc.

It's all there and it's fun. There is also the Ferris wheel, which is the first in Asia and the second in the world, sitting on it as if soaring in the sky, and the whole Changsha is in full view. If you don't think riding the Ferris wheel is enough, you can go to the Window of the World to see the places of interest around the world, dive or swim in the underwater world, go to the Hunan Grand Theater to watch movies and play video games.

I love my hometown Changsha, love her today, and yearn for her tomorrow.

In the long river of my memory, there are countless past events, joy, sadness, surprise, ridiculous ......They are like delicate shells, treasured in my mind, if I want to say the most full of childhood joy and fun shells, that is this ......

It was a summer day, the warm breeze of the summer day caressed everything, and from time to time there was a crisp and pleasant sound of insects around me, I got up early, walked alone in the woods, humming the nursery rhymes I had just learned, and gradually became one with nature.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic chirp in my ears, and I stopped singing, held my breath, and listened intently, and the cry gradually became clear. "Got it, got it...... got it"Ahh It turned out that the cicadas were singing!

A few days ago, Brother Zhang of the neighbor's house caught several cicadas, which were small and cute, and I still didn't want to let go after a long time. So, I ran home, got all the tools ready, and hopped back into the woods.

At this time, the woods seem so quiet, and the melodious chirping of cicadas adds a bit of elegance to this. I took a silent step, lurking under the tree.

I have long heard that cicadas are very alert, and if they hear the slightest disturbance, they will run away. Sure enough, I hugged the trunk of the tree and rose vertically and vertically, but the bamboo pole accidentally rubbed the leaves, and the cicadas had already flown away without a trace.

This time, I was more careful, gently and quietly climbed up the tree, just as the cicada was enjoying the sun and breeze, I quickly stretched out the bamboo pole, because of the sugar juice and became sticky gluten just touched the cicada, it firmly stuck to it, no matter how it struggled, it could not escape, just like that, a small and cute cicada came to my hand.

Ah, this is still a cicada that has just molted! With soft thin wings, an incomparably delicate body, and black pearl-like eyes, he is simply a living elf! I held it in my hand and couldn't help but sing happily again: "On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that the summer ...... is crying loudly."”

It's been a long time since this incident, but I still remember it vividly, and whenever I think of that scene, I always smile knowingly.