Elementary school student 1 6th grade story words

Silent Night Thoughts. Wangyue.

Ascend Yueyang Tower. Spring dawn.

Farewell. Send a friend.

on the holiday, we went to Huangsang Mountain (黄山).

that place is very beautiful, because we saw a lot of high and strange trees.

huangshang is so great, it's really high that people can touch the cloud. it seems you are flying when you are on the top of it.

this tour is really great! i would like to go again.

During the holidays, we went to Huangshan.

It's a beautiful place, with a lot of tall and strange trees.

Mount Huangshan is so magnificent, it's so high, it's like you can touch a cloud. It's as if you're flying, if you're standing on top of it.

This tour was so much fun. I would like to go again next time.

= Feel free to use it (I live in Sydney).

In the first grade, "Spring Dawn" and "Village House".

Under the fifth grade, "Shepherd Boy", "Boat Over Anren", "Qingping Le". Village House

Supplements: Zheng people buy shoes, indiscriminately fill the number, spear and shield, sandpiper and clam fight, praying mantis catches cicadas, and writes straight.

The story of me and the book.

From the first time I saw her, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She is destined for me." In the days that followed, I tried to get to know her in every possible way, and after a short time, I gradually realized that I had fallen deeply in love with her.

Maybe I was tired of the bitter ABC, or maybe I was trying to escape the suffocating X+Y, I asked her out again and again, and walked out of her fragrant title page to a strange and fresh world. Not for "the book has its own ** house", not for "the book has its own Yan Ruyu", not for utilitarianism, not for scores, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, only for the desire in the heart, only for the pleasant "green space" in the heart. Her knowledge is so vast, and her words are so philosophical; Her gaze is so warm, as if it can melt all the frozen hearts in the world, and her hands are so gentle, as if they can heal all the wounds and ...... in the world

When I was miserable and confused by failure, she always said to me, "The true light is not a time when there is no darkness forever, but it is only that it is never covered by darkness; A true hero is not forever without lowly sentiments, but is just not swayed by inferior sentiments; When you want to overcome an external enemy, you must first overcome the enemy within you, and you don't have to be afraid of sinking, as long as you keep extricating yourself and renewing yourself. When I danced with my hands for a small success, she always said to me:

There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the people, the strong are more strong, the real strong, not only to withstand the test of failure, but also to withstand the baptism of sugar-coated shells after success, when you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness to enjoy the flowers and the moon, I am afraid that others have reached the peak. When I was overwhelmed by "slight confusion," she always said to me, "People will meet many people in their lives, some shooting stars, some stars.

A meteor is beautiful, but it is a meteor after all, the meaning of a meteor is fleeting, and the beauty of a meteor only comes from an instant. After all, a meteor is a meteor, if you pursue it for a long time, you can only wait for the star that belongs to you, and grasp the beauty of this moment to death, and the pain can only be yourself. When I hesitated, she would send a verse like this:

self-confidence in life for 200 years, will be like water for 3,000 miles"; "There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea"; I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun "......."

Oh, yes! This is her, whether it is the impetuous heat wave outside the shade of the trees, or the cold wind raging outside the window, as long as she is with her, she will create a coolness in the heat wave and hold out a warmth in the bitter cold. She is the book, and this is the story of me and the book.

I have loved reading since I knew how to read, and books have always been my closest friend, from *** when I was a child to ** long stories today. It was books that made me slowly understand the world; It was books that made me understand the truth of being a human being; It was books that broadened my eyes; It was books that taught me infinite knowledge. There are many, many stories between me and the book.

Epilogue Yes, I love to read, and when I am sad, it is books that make me forget my sadness; When I am happy, it is the book that I share with; When I was impulsive, it was books that taught me to be calm. No matter what happens, I will love books desperately.

Gorky once said, "Books are the ladder of human progress." Shakespeare once said, "Books are the nourishment of the whole world." ”

When I was in the fourth grade, I bought a copy of "Easy Essay 400 Words", and one of the essays in it was "Autumn, Autumn", which was well written: "I liken autumn to a fairy in a golden dress, whose light dress brushes away the scorching heat of the sun and sprinkles brightness and freshness on the earth; She used wide clothes to block the wind and cold, but she held the heavy fruit to dedicate to the world, people love autumn, love her sky is high and cool, love her clouds and sunshine, love her fragrance floating in the four fields. Autumn makes the smiles of the farmers extraordinarily bright.

I liked it very much after reading it, and memorized this paragraph, and in that unit, the teacher assigned us to write an essay about autumn, and I think most of the students probably started to write in the same way: autumn has arrived, the leaves are yellow, and they fall to the ground one by one. It's so boring to write like this, I might as well apply this passage to my composition!

So, the teacher circled and dotted my essay and recited my essay as a model essay in the class. I think these are all a little bit of a reward for reading more! This little glory made me realize a little truth:

When writing an essay, first of all, the idea should be ingenious, and the pen should also have a different "umami". Naturally, these realizations are also a gift from reading more books.

From then on, I liked to read books more, and books were my good friends; Books are good teachers for me again.

Buy a book of classified essays or textbooks with a complete explanation.

Silkworms and mulberry trees.

My father loves me, and I love my father.

silkworm, already 12 years old; Mulberry is 39 years old.

In the hazy moonlight, the silkworm was enjoying dinner - mulberry leaves, the mulberry tree smiled happily, and in the night, the mulberry tree swayed in the wind, humming faintly.

The mulberry trees used to be very young! Mulberry leaves are greenish and green; From time to time, there are "small water droplets" rolling; But after the age of 27, the mulberry tree grew old day by day, because of the silkworms.

The silkworm is so naughty, it cries at every turn, and the mulberry tree's heart is broken by crying, so the mulberry tree sings a nursery rhyme to the silkworm and shakes it blue, so the silkworm stops crying. Silkworms also like to run around, causing a lot of trouble, but the mulberry tree first says a few good words every time, and then teaches it not to run around, etc., but after all, it is a "naughty bag"!

Gradually, the silkworm understood the good intentions of the mulberry tree, it gradually became sensible, and it did not cause trouble, it learned to be the root of the "silkworm", and understood that it was not easy for the mulberry tree to raise it, so it wanted to repay the mulberry tree when it became a butterfly in the future.

The 39-year-old mulberry tree still gives silkworms a lot of mulberry leaves every day, but the mulberry tree is weakening day by day.

Silkworms know how to live and want to repay mulberry trees with their academic performance.

In the hazy moonlight, the silkworm had fallen asleep, sleeping on a large mulberry leaf.

The silkworm is me, and the mulberry tree is my father'......

On Saturday evening, the sky was overcast, and there was a drizzle from time to time, a few house swallows were playing carefree on the road, some hovering in the air, some were flying close to the ground, the sky was gloomy and the visibility was very poor, the vehicles were driving with their lights on, and suddenly a big truck roared by, I couldn't help but close my eyes, because I knew that something unfortunate had happened.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a house swallow lying on the cold road. The head is close to the ground and keeps shaking its wings, and there are some messy feathers around, just when I feel sorry for this lovely house swallow, I don't know that another house swallow came from **, and this house swallow is standing next to the dead house swallow. Perhaps, the living swallow did not know that the swallow lying on the ground was dead, and it thought that it was tired and wanted to rest for a while.

Then, as if crazy, the swallow wanted to wake it up, but it was still motionless, or it could be that it was cold, so the living swallow used its body.

Warming the dead house swallow, however, it still did not move. The swallow combed the messy feathers on the dead swallow's body, as if to say, "You wait, I'll go find you something to eat."

The living swallow put something to its mouth and tried to make it eat, but it still didn't move.

In the end, the swallow gave up completely, it looked back at the dead swallow step by step, suddenly, the living swallow flew into the sky violently, and swooped down quickly like an arrow, and hit the windshield wipers of an oncoming truck, the swallow also died, and there were two swallows lying on the road at this time.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the puddles of the earth became patches of the earth. Did this big truck just take the life of this house swallow?

Question added: I have now found a material, which is about the case of Zhan Tianyou building the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway, please ask the master Feng Yuxiang to defect three times in his life, known as the "defection general"! The first "defection" participated in the Luanzhou Uprising