Semi propositional life essay I like it

I love the sea.

The sea, the sea, the place where I was born and raised......"The sea breeze blows gently, the waves you shake gently, let our sailors sleep well ......"When I was younger, I liked to be alone on the beach, barefoot and trousers rolled up on the beach. Always fantasize that the end of the ocean is another world ......"Listening to this beautiful and tactful song, the sea has become the place I yearn for the most. However, it is a pity that I never had the opportunity to see the sea.

Last summer, my mother took me to Shenzhen, and I finally had the opportunity to see the sea. If the sky makes us think of the depth, the mountains let us appreciate the thrill, and the plains let us taste the boundless, then the sea gives us more mysterious depth than the sky, more infinite thrills than the mountains, and more vast than the plains. The jumping waves keep teasing the beach, which reminds me of my favorite song - "Grandma's Penghu Bay":

The evening breeze blows lightly in Penghu Bay, the white waves chase the beach, there is no coconut grove embellished with the sun, just a blue ......"Humming this beautiful tune and stepping on the waves, I finally threw myself into the embrace of the sea. Sometimes the waves lifted me high, sometimes they pulled me down, and the waves splashed into my mouth. The sea water is really bitter and astringent.

When we look back at the sea, the sunset has illuminated the sea in all colors, and the sunset on the sea is a unique taste. The passionate waves are still crashing against the silent shore, as if trying to retain the ...... of people who love the sea

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, we couldn't wait to go to the **room with the **book. The class bell rang, and the teacher came rhythmically in high heels! The students chanted:

**The teacher is coming! The teacher sat down next to the piano and asked us to stand and take a deep breath. Then, she played the music sheet and sang for us to review the songs we had learned last semester.

After singing, we sat down, and the teacher played some happy tunes for us. Then, the teacher asked us to open the first lesson of the book, and the teacher said: "You are all a year older in the Chinese New Year, and I hope that in the new semester, you will learn better in all aspects than before!"

The teacher started singing, and so did we. Sing it twice, and I'll be there. That song is so good.

Let our tired eyes look at the blue sky and let ......"I love singing here. The song is very polite. There's "Oh, hello, hello, ten minutes."

Come on, come on, come on, everybody come to the event. Let's touch the ball with our pen-holding fingers and let ......"From this song, I realized that I can do so many interesting things in ten minutes after class! I really love this song.

An animal that I like.

The sparrow is a common bird among people. It's not as precious as the red-crowned crane, nor as colorful as the peacock, but I love it among all the birds.

The sparrow is indeed cute, its head is small, only the size of a chestnut, its eyes are small but very bright, its body is small and streamlined, and it only occupies half of the palm of the hand when placed on the hand. It has grayish-brown feathers, similar to the bark of a tree, a protective color, a white and well-proportioned hair on its neck and belly, and a tail that resembles a small half-open fan. It's flying fast, it's fun, it's scurrying.

Sparrows are beneficial birds, and they don't seem to be all. Sometimes it eats small insects, but sometimes it goes to the crops to steal food. Most of the sparrows like to live in groups, sometimes in order to eat some rice grains and steamed buns that people drop on the ground, dozens of them often gather together, and when they see someone coming, they all fly away, they often make nests in trees, and sometimes they also make nests under the eaves or on ancient buildings.

I love the sparrow, because it loves freedom, it will never submit to people's captivity for people to play, and it has a precious spirit that would rather die than give in. Listen to the grandfather, he once caught the sparrow, put it in the delicate bird cage, like a bird like a lark, thrush, feed it millet to eat, it can be said that let it live a life without worrying about eating, not worrying about drinking, but it disdains these comfortable conditions, does not eat all day long, after a few days of "hunger strike", it is dying, and soon, it will die of "hatred", for the sparrow such a tenacious and unyielding spirit, I admire it very much. I think it would be good if every Chinese had this kind of integrity, did not admire vanity, did not see strange thoughts, are we not as good as a little sparrow?

There was another thing that I witnessed that touched me. I was at my grandmother's house, and I saw a few children in the mountain village snatching a few little sparrows under the eaves, and the children ran away with cheers. After a while, I saw a sparrow flying down from the sky.

It landed on a branch of a tree, and had a large green worm in its mouth, and it did not fly into the nest at once, but looked around vigilantly, as if there was no danger, and then shrugged its wings triumphantly—it must have been proud that it had caught a large green worm. It flew to the nest under the eaves like an arrow, and put its head into the nest to feed its little darling, but soon withdrew its head again, looked around in amazement, flicked its wings, jumped to the eaves, and then flew back to the nest and stuck its head into it, and came out again and flew to the eaves, still holding the big green worm in its mouth, and staring in horror with its little round eyes, and suddenly, like a stone, fell to the ground, put down the worm in its mouth, and made a loud noise, and the voice was sharp and miserable— That's sad for the lost little sparrow. The scene in front of me really touched my feelings, how respectable is the heart of the sparrow's beloved son!

The sparrow, which is not amazing, is endearing, it loves its homeland, it loves its own flesh and blood, and I love sparrows.