5th grade essay 600 words Don t repeat

1.Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; But I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland. You are like a red candle burning yourself, illuminating our way forward with your light.

You are strict with us in your studies, and at the same time you are careful to observe the shortcomings of each of our students. For example, I used to be a little girl who was not confident, and our Chinese teacher Han discovered this shortcoming of mine, and one day, she talked to me. When asked how I could learn the language well, I replied hesitantly

Read more, think more, well......Multiple issues. The teacher said, "Then why don't you dare to ask questions?"

Are you afraid of being laughed at by others if you make a mistake? I said, "Yes."

The teacher said, "What are you afraid of, sometimes people have to be thick-skinned, at least some people don't dare to ask questions!" You just dare to ask questions and you're the best!

After listening to the teacher's words, my heart was immediately filled with confidence.

I remember one time, our students organized a trip to Jiuru Mountain, and Mr. Jing was our special guest. Along the way, we all performed shows, played games, sang songs, and guessed brain teasers ......Every corner of the car was filled with our laughter.

When we arrived at Jiuru Mountain, Mr. Jing also took a photo with us, "click", and another beautiful ** was baked. We were so intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of Jiuru Mountain that we forgot to walk, and Teacher Jing would say, "Students, hurry up and don't fall behind!"

Sometimes when we go fast, Teacher Jing will say, "Students, slow down, be careful of the road under your feet, and pay attention to safety!" "When encountering a good scenery, Mr. Jing will stop and explain it to us in detail; After a while, she chased and frolicked with us again.

Throughout Jiuru Mountain, we mingled with Mr. Jing.

Teacher, you are not only our teacher, but also our bosom friend, and our mother, here, I want to say to you: "Teacher, I love you! ”

2.Summer is hot and beautiful.

In the morning, the flowers and branches are moistened by the dew, which looks refreshed and exudes a burst of fragrance. The birds were jumping and chirping on the branches, and the morning sun covered the earth with a golden garment. If you walk through the mountains and forests at this time, you will feel refreshed and refreshed.

At noon, the red sun was like a fireball, high in the sky.

It hangs in the sky, and bakes the earth hot. The flowers and trees were listless and hung their heads. The cicadas screamed desperately from the tree again, "Got it!"

Cicada! It's like saying, "It's hot to me!"

It's hot to death! "The big yellow dog was under the shade of the tree, with his mouth open, his tongue sticking out and panting. People are hiding in air-conditioned places and are reluctant to come out.

In the evening, the sunset is like a dan, and the clouds and mist on the horizon are instantaneous.

It turned red, as if the sky was on fire, and the frog secretly jumped out of the water, raising his voice and screaming, as if to say to the sun, "Goodbye!" Bye! ”

In the evening, after dinner, people come to the river embankment in twos and threes, and enjoy the beautiful night view while enjoying the cool and chatting. Summer, it's beautiful!

This summer, just after the final exams, a few of my classmates and I had a day of crazy fun, and in the evening, in order to continue our fun, we decided to set up tents and camp on the rooftop.

It was a night that had just rained. The sky is deep and far away. The moon poked her head out, chubby, as if she had just eaten a late-night snack.

The moon is surrounded by a circle of lace and a furry collar, making the moonlight hazy and mysterious. Gradually, the stars appeared. First one, two, and then a big picture.

They blink mischievously, as if to spy on the mystery of the tall and powerful world. I tried to find the Big Dipper, Ursa ...... inside

Looking from the top of the building, look: a row of street lamps on Tonggu Road, like a fire dragon swimming in the alley; Looking into the distance, there are cars passing through Shennan Avenue from time to time, flashing like fireflies. Looking down at the community, the fog is hazy, only revealing the bright light of the stars, as if in a dream, unpredictable.

The leaves are illuminated by the light, like paper cutouts. The lights are dappled because of this. A breeze blew, and the "paper-cutting" moved, as if it was acting in a shadow puppet show.

When I came to the community, the fog around me was even bigger, and the nearby garden seemed to be separated by one.