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I love little animals.

My favorite little animal is a puppy with white fur all over its body, like a ball of marshmallows; The eyes were round, like two precious stones; The ears are semicircular, the nose is black, and the tail is short, which is cute.

I give it the bones it loves to eat, and it will gnaw them piece by piece, little by little. When it finishes gnawing on the bones, it barks.

sound, as if to say, "Thank you, little master." "Whenever I went to school, she would always give me a ride until I pretended to be angry and hit her two or three times, and then she ran home.

Not only does it take me to school, but it also likes to run with me, running very fast, and sometimes leaving me behind. Usually, it looks timid, but when it sees a stranger, it keeps a close eye on the stranger's every move with its eyes open, and barks loudly when it is critical, it is really a clever and loyal puppy!

When I come home from school, it's the puppy's happiest time. As long as the puppy is at home, I can always see the puppy waiting for me in front of the door on the way home from school. When it saw me, it would wagging its tail and running towards me, and then it would bounce around in front of me.

Can such a clever puppy not be likable?

I would love to keep this puppy for nothing because it's so cute.

I love the sea, it is like a blue dream, surrounding my heart. The sea in the morning is full of vitality, and the waves come endlessly, one wave after another, splashing out white jade-like waves, as if there is inexhaustible strength and energy. The slightly salty sea breeze blows in our faces, catering to the waves, sweeping happiness, warmth, and all emotions, beckoning to us, calling us to explore and discover the secrets of the deep sea one by one.

The sea at noon is full of joy, it pulls people to the deep valley of happiness, pick up again and again, fall down again and again, play a beautiful music, open the door to happiness, play happily and without constraints, get rid of shackles, get rid of troubles, get rid of doubts, get rid of all uneasiness and anxiety, let yourself go, play to your heart's content, and welcome the happy baptism of the sea. The sea at night is mysterious and romantic, the waves move slowly, as if telling a sad story, and the occasional moonlight and starlight are intertwined, casting a veil of tranquility on the sea. The sea breeze blows by, blowing the silence to the ears, and everything seems confused and emotional.

How silent the sea was at this time, without the vitality of the morning, as if a tired man needed to rest. "Sleep, sea," I whispered, "and when the first morning light appears in the east, wake up again, sea, and regain its vitality and add laughter to the world." The tide rushed to his feet, as if to say:

It's time for me to rest. ”

I love the sea because of its vitality, its joy, its mystery and romance. Sea, I love you!

I love the beautiful Purple Mountain. I started climbing the Purple Mountain in my hometown of Nanjing when I was three years old. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will head to Bauhinia Mountain early in the morning.

Along the way, I saw many unknown wildflowers on both sides of the trail, yellow as gold, red as fire, white as jade, and so on, colorful like flowers blooming on a festive night. They shyly bow their heads, some proudly puff out their chests, and so on. A gust of autumn wind struck, and the golden leaves of the big trees on both sides of the path fell one after another, like countless yellow butterflies dancing.

Only the cedars on the majestic shore in the col a little farther away are still so green, and they are always wearing the "knitted" green clothes. I strolled to the top of the mountain and looked down, where red maple trees dotted the mountain stream, adding to the alluring charm of Bauhinia Mountain. Zixia Lake lay quietly at the foot of the mountain, like a mirror, glowing with bursts of silver light.

Looking up at the sky, a group of geese are flying southward, they keep changing their formations and lining up into the word "one" for a while, and the word "people" for a while, as if performing "air ballet" in the blue sky, which is extraordinary. Looking at all this, I was deeply moved by this strong autumn mood. Yes!

The Purple Mountain is so beautiful in autumn!

1. Materials: Li Fang also came to take the graduation exam, and the students were surprised, it was not easy for her to do this.

I love the endless green sea on the prairie, and the vigorous grass always makes me feel refreshed. I love the purest sky, the most majestic snowy peaks, the most magical bends, and the most beautiful legends of the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon. I love a ball game, a good game, it teaches me how to deal with competition and pressure.

I love to read. I like to read the beautiful "The Ugly Duckling" written by Grandpa Andersen, I like the thick "Children's Encyclopedia", and I like Swift's magical "The Kingdom of Adults and the Kingdom of Lilliputia", they are like a knowledgeable teacher who teaches me a lot of knowledge. I love gifts, gifts from friends, parents, teachers, no matter how insignificant:

A pencil, a small notebook, or even a small paste will surprise me. I like the tenderness of mother's love and the strictness of father's love. They often reminded me at critical moments and taught me a profound lesson that will last me a lifetime.

I love a perfect score for a paper, whether it's a final exam or a dictation paper, they motivate me to go one step further and face the next exam with confidence. I like life, I prefer all good things, they are like a drop of water, nourishing the seedlings in my heart.

You love the food your mom cooks for you. Your dog. Uncle Policeman.

It's up to you to write about it.

In our textbook, there is a text entitled "Hurry," which was written by Zhu Ziqing, a famous writer in China. Although this article is not a lot of words, it is very intimate to read, and every time I read it, I have a new feeling.

This is an essay about time, and time is passing around us every moment. Whether we wash our hands, eat, study or sleep, time ticks by. Didn't leave a shadow behind.

After reading this essay, I further realized that time is impartial and selfless, and it is the same for all people, and it does not give this a few more seconds or that one less second. Whoever wants to make time pass faster, or you want time to pass slowly, it is impossible, the problem is how to be the master of time.

In the study, I realized that only by cherishing every minute and second of time can I become the master of time, not a slave of time, I think, listen carefully in class, so that I can make full use of the 40 minutes of time in each class; After school, I finish my homework diligently, and then squeeze in some time to read books and participate in useful activities such as drawing, writing poems, and cutting paper. In this way, I use my time outside of class, and I become the master of time.

Last summer, my dad was on a business trip, my mom had to go to work, and I was alone at home every day, and after finishing my daily homework, I practiced drawing. Outside the window, the children are having a good time. I wanted to play with them, but I thought that I hadn't finished the painting yet, so I sat down again, and I didn't walk out the door until I was done.

I think that if I don't seize the time to do something meaningful and only know how to play, then my time will be wasted and I will become a slave of time.

People who cherish time, even if they only give him a few seconds, will feel that they have gained something and live a very fulfilling life, and a person who wastes time will give him decades of time, and he will feel that he has gained nothing and lived a very empty life.

This semester is almost over, and we have learned a lot of texts during this semester, but my favorite is the one in lesson 22, "The Belief that Doom Will Not Break".

The story of Tan Qian, the protagonist of the article, who wrote the masterpiece of Ming history twice in a difficult environment, made me deeply moved. Tan Qian was a historian in the early years of the Qing Dynasty, and his family was poor, but this did not shake Tan Qian's will to compile books. After more than 20 years of hard work and 6 revisions, Tan Qian finally completed a 5 million-word chronicle of the Ming Dynasty "Guoyi" when he was in his 50s.

This series of figures made me feel admiration for Tan Qian, who was able to write a masterpiece of historiography under a difficult environment, and the difficulties can be imagined, Tan Qian is really an amazing person!

When Tan Qian's life's work "Guoyi" disappeared, he didn't think about tea and dinner, and it was difficult to sleep at night, I thought that Tan Qian would never be able to stand up again, but he didn't, but it increased Tan Qian's determination to compile books. After several years of hard work, a new "National Legend" was born, and the content of the new book was more detailed and precise. Think about it, how much effort is involved in this!

From the story of Tan Qian, I not only learned knowledge, but also learned that life will inevitably have ups and downs, but the light of hope will always dispel the clouds of despair, and I really like this text.

I love to read. Books are like a vast and deep ocean, in which my ignorant boat roams; The book is like a kind mother, allowing me to suck its sweet milk; Books are like a faint fragrance, nurturing my young mind. Books are now a part of my life.

In my reading career, my favorite is Robinson Crusoe. Robinson was born in a middle-class family in Yorkshire, England, because he did not listen to his father's advice to become a sailor, he was suddenly caught in a storm on the way, and drifted alone on an uninhabited desert island, but he did not despair, with amazing perseverance and wisdom, he persevered on the desert island for 28 years, and finally returned to England. In Robinson, we see all kinds of good human qualities:

Bravery, wisdom, strong will, and love of labor are examples for us to learn from throughout our lives.

In fact, life is like this, and everyone's life cannot be smooth sailing. Some people like to go smoothly and hope that they will live without tears, pain, or danger for the rest of their lives, but this is impossible, and even if it is possible, this life will not be meaningful. Setbacks are not the devil, success is not angels, on the contrary, I think setbacks are wealth, which can help us to meet the arrival of angels of success.

In life, there is no such thing as a person who has not suffered a setback. We can only accept setbacks with our bravery, be kind to setbacks with ordinary hearts, overcome setbacks with wisdom and wisdom, face difficulties, and achieve success.