Essay on traditional games, essay on traditional games that I like

Reference: The weather is so nice today, the flowers are blooming. "I got up humming a song. It was so comfortable, I slept soundly on Sunday. Pushing open the window, the scent of earth greeted you. Spring, it's so good!

By the way, the teacher assigns an excerpt from the poem describing spring, so let's do the Chinese homework first. "I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind. "Gee, isn't it a good day for kite flying? No more.

I hurriedly put down my pen, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the butterfly kite that my father bought for me, and hurriedly pulled my good friend Yang Minzhu to the field.

I first pulled the kite string and asked Yang Minzhu to help me pull the tail of the kite and run with me, suddenly a gust of wind blew, and I hurriedly pulled the line against the wind, but because I ran to the front, I thought that the kite would not fall off, so I slowed down the speed of my pace, so the kite did not fly high and fell from the air. Just as I was gasping for breath, an old uncle who was doing farm work next to me said, "Little sister, when flying a kite, you must keep rushing forward, you must not stop, you must not slow down, and you must wait for the kite to stabilize in the air before you can stop and continue to release the line."

As if I understood something, I nodded confidently and started the second kite flying, I kept in mind what the old uncle said, and as soon as the wind came, with Yang Minzhu's "release", I immediately pulled the kite string and ran. Hahaha, my "flower butterfly" slowly ascended to the sky, and it flew higher and higher, farther and farther.

When the children in our village saw me flying kites, they became interested and took out their kites to the fields, and immediately there were many colorful kites in the sky, including goldfish, butterflies, swallows, ......It's like they're having an air race. In particular, the "big dragonfly", which is covered in green, flies east and looks west, as if it is preying on mosquitoes.

I had a great time today! The little kite brings us a lot of joy.

Blowing chicken feathers, three people walk on two legs a lot.

There are a lot of traditional games. Boys are playing cards, eagles catching chicks, slingshots.

One day I was playing noodles with my friends. I pick him off...

Today, the house is unusually quiet, so I take out the chess that I haven't played for a long time, I am red, and my father is black. After the chess, we started playing happily. Mom was "watching" from the sidelines. Suddenly, there was a bit more noise in the room.

Eat! "Horse! Since I haven't played for a long time, I played attentively and played hotly, and my mother also watched with relish, "Hehe, eat your car!"

I've already eaten five chess pieces from my dad in a row, and my dad is not to be outdone. "Haha, you've got a flaw! "I almost cried out, it turned out that Daddy's cannon was on my horse's feet, let's see!

Unexpectedly, my mother saw this matter clearly and told my father about this move, and my father quickly moved the cannon away, and I was so angry! Mom went from being a "spectator" to a "commanding officer". She will help me for a while, and she will help my father for a while, but she is really a complete duplicity.

Haha, I won! I shouted loudly, my mother raised my hands high, and became the "award presenter" again, my mother was so tired, playing so many roles, it seemed that my father was still a little unconvinced!

Ground floor! Make no mistake!

I suggest you write about playing games at school or fun stories at home.

- -Write a Warcraft dungeon guide Write so much that you don't want to stop writing.

Memories of the game.

Hee-hee....Haha "A burst of cheerful laughter rippled in the air, and I only knew how to play all day long, and I had a lot of people to play with me at that time. The teacher took us to play games after class, and when I came home, the neighbor's young lady played games with me, and even in my dreams, I would have friends to play with me. But these have long since become memories, and sometimes they don't even dare to think about it.

When I was a child, I mainly played, but now that I have grown up, I can only put games in my dreams and take learning as reality. Mom said: "Now I can only compare with others to learn, learning is a game, and the final victory is the ranking and score, and it is no longer a piece of candy or a beautiful gift."

I retorted, "We're kids now, so why can't I play as much as I used to?" I want a sky of my own!

Mom shook her head helplessly, with a hint of confusion and incomprehension in her eyes.

Maybe it's because of the pressure of studying, I crave the sky outside the window, the games outside the window, and the joy outside the window. Sometimes I close my eyes and think about games, games from childhood. I walked out of the door and saw someone flying a kite, and I was intoxicated by the fact that the joy of other people's games could fly to the sky, while my joyful games could only be locked up in the house, and I could only play with the pen every day.

Alas, why did I grow up?

In the tension of learning, I stumbled upon a book that said, "Play is a child's natural ......."I took the book and my confusion to my mother, who read it and said, "It's true that play is a child's nature, but you've grown up and you're not a child who doesn't understand anything."

I'm growing up, the game is no longer my goal, let the laughter of that childhood stay in my mind, let me go to this learning game in high spirits, I don't want to be eliminated, I will work hard for myself.

Memories of the game, memories of me, memories ......