Essay 7 for 5th grade, Chinese for primary school, how to write an essay for 7 for 5th grade

Beautiful night sky.

It was a quiet summer night, everything was asleep, and only the stars in the sky were mysteriously shining at me. The night is so quiet! Mother Moon takes her child (the stars) for a walk in the sky!

You see that star is so small, so small, maybe it is the youngest and naughtiest child of Mother Moon! Often when I look at it closely, it always blinks and becomes nowhere to be found, and it takes a long time to find it with difficulty!

See! Isn't that the famous Big Dipper? Whenever you get lost in the wilderness, look at the Big Dipper in the sky, it will show you the way like a compass.

Oh! There is also my constellation Taurus, which is really a big scalper, and it really deserves to be the famous Taurus! Looking at me, it was as if I had become a star, and I looked at the sleeping earth like this, and gradually fell into a sweet sleepland......

After dinner, it was getting dark, and my mother took us for a walk, and by accident, I looked up at the sky and was immediately captivated by the magical sight. In the autumn night sky, countless stars are shining, like countless little eyes blinking at us, which must be the eyes of angels, a group of happy little angels, playing and flying in the vast night sky.

On the bench in the square, I leaned close to my mother, looking at the wonderful scene in the sky, while pestering my mother to ask this and that, and my mother told me that ** is the Big Dipper, the Cowherd and Vega, ** is the Milky Way, and tells a lot of stories about the stars. I didn't want to talk for a long time, and I didn't want to go home. My heart has flown to the sky, to the beautiful night sky, to the group of lovely little angels.

What a beautiful star, it's always so charming, and every star is amazing. I used to think: I want to collect all the stars and string them into a necklace and wear it around my neck, it must be beautiful.

But sometimes, the stars play hide and seek with you, hide in the clouds and don't want to come out, so that you can't find its "trace" anyway, and when you find the backache, your eyes are dazzled and deflated, and it unconsciously appears in the night sky, winking at you mischievously, making you surprised and happy. The stars are motionless in the night sky, so far away, so clean, like a beautiful hope hidden in the mysterious world, the Milky Way is like a white line across the sky, and there are many baby stars in it! There are so many of them that it's like a fish pond.

Looking up at the starry sky, the seemingly flawless stars shine in the Milky Way, giving us infinite reverie. In the starry sky that is not stained with dust, how many people's beautiful dreams have been released. Those who fly up to the stars know that, like the earth, there is dust and gravel, so they lose the freedom and right to fantasize.

We can't just indulge in our own fantasies, but we can't let the idea of flying freely be lost in the unforgiving reality. 

Ruan Ji witnesses the chaos of the world and the head of his friend, and escapes reality by getting drunk. His life has been evading, evading, evading, but he was finally spurned because of a "Note on Zheng Chong to the King of Jin". Ji Kang lived completely in reality and refused to make any compromises to life, and finally the song "Guangling San" became a masterpiece.

In fact, life from Ruan's drunkenness to take a step forward is Ji Kang's "Guangling San", life from Ji Kang's "Guangling San" to take a step back is Ruan's drunkenness, and the circumstances of different paths to the same end are so different. If the two of them each take a step towards the middle and neutralize fantasy and reality a little, perhaps the living will not be hidden into the psychedelic and the dead will melt into the sky, leaving only endless melancholy for future generations. How can we make those who look up at the stars understand the reality, and how can we keep the dreams of those who fly to the stars?

In that era when everyone complained, Mr. Shen Congwen witnessed the cruelty of reality, but he still wrote that small town in the south of the Yangtze River as a paradise with beautiful mountains, beautiful waters, and beautiful people. Reality did not annihilate his hope for life, he looked at this society and his life with the most primitive emotions and a pure heart. He did not indulge in his fantasies, nor did he numb his mind to reality.

Mr. Zhang Yunhe is also a wise old man, he has experienced great wealth and nobility in his life, but also experienced wars and ten years of catastrophe, but he will always retain a compassionate feeling and a childlike heart that will never grow old. His compassion for humanity led him to face reality and overcome it, while his childlike heart that never grew old made him not give up his illusions and rights in any difficult situation. 

Yasunari Kawabata's shallow sentence "At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the begonia flowers sleepless" instantly touched many hearts. This is the perfect combination of dream and reality, which makes those worldly things fall apart in an instant, and warms the hearts that are becoming numb in reality. 

Face up to reality, but don't commit to it; Keep fantasies, but don't indulge in them. Let your dreams dance heartily in reality!

At night, the stars are dotted, the lights are blurred, the silver stars are linked with the lights, and it is impossible to distinguish which is the galaxy and which is the sea of lights.

In the distance, there are mountains rising from the ground, some like giants, some like camels, some horses, all of different shapes. Behind the mountains is a black velvety night, and a group of small stars twinkle and twinkle, like the lights of heaven, and like the eyes of angels, beautiful and charming. It's like a plain black garment with lots of shiny buttons on it.

I love to look up at the starry sky, thinking for thousands of years, wandering into the wilderness, these stars, just like those great men, eternal and shining, leaving people with thoughts and truth.

Every night, the beautiful starry sky will appear in front of my eyes on time, one, two ......More and more, more and more clear, they are like countless eyes blinking and blinking, as if they are transmitting some information to each other, so happy, so mysterious I love to see the starry sky of Meiling Tanli, especially with my mother and grandma. My mother used to point to the starry sky and tell me that it was the North Star, and that she could tell the direction at night. And my grandmother's knowledge told me that the white and bright heavenly river, and pointed out that the Cowherd Star, that is the Vega Star, they were originally husband and wife, and later they were separated by the Queen Mother's rowing of the heavenly river, and they were only allowed to meet once on the seventh day of July a year.

These scientific and legendary stories are so fascinating, I really want to grow wings and swim in my pants and fly near the stars to see if the stories told by my mother and grandmother are true or false. On my side, my mind seems to be gradually broadening, and the imagination in my mind is infinite; Are there mountains and water on the stars? Can it shine?

There's someone on that star! Are the children there just like us? ......

I love this beautiful starry sky, I love this amazing nature!

Ah, snowflakes!

I saw a white expanse between heaven and earth, snowflakes falling from the sky one after another, and white tents seemed to be pulled up all around, and the earth immediately became covered in silver. I can't help but think of a poem "Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms" is so beautiful!

The snowflake is as white as jade, is it a little heavenly general sent by the Heavenly Palace, or a jade leaf falling from the laurel tree of the Moon Palace? The snowflakes are like beautiful jade-colored butterflies, like dancing and drunk; like a blown dandelion; It seems to be floating like flying; Like a little white flower from an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering, lightly filling, worthy of being a masterpiece of the earth! I saw that the snowflakes in front of me were as naughty as butterflies, falling under the eaves for a while, on the branches of trees, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.

The snow was falling one after another, and the snowflakes danced in the air in various postures, either flying, circling, or falling straight and fast, and falling to the ground. Snow makes people feel in only one word – cold. The earth is silvery white and clean, but the snowflakes are still like catkins, like cotton, and like goose feathers fluttering from the sky.

At the beginning of the snow, often the snow flakes are not big, not too dense, such as catkins fluttering lightly with the wind, as the wind blows more and more fiercely, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, like weaving a white net, and you can't see anything far away.

Snow covered the roofs and roads, crushed the branches of the trees, hid the appearance of all kinds of objects, blocked the roads and traffic, and the snowflakes flew in the sky, making the heavens and the earth dissolve into a white one. The wind is getting stronger. The small cloud turned into a thick white cloud, which slowly rose and expanded, gradually covering the sky.

It's snowing lightly. Suddenly, large flakes of snow fell. The wind whined, and a blizzard came.

In an instant, the dark sky merged with the sea of snow, and everything was invisible. The snow is falling. What beautiful snowflakes.

When early winter arrives, snowflakes report the arrival of winter in time. At the end of class, the students ran to the playground, some cheering, some jumping, and some opening their hands to catch the flying snowflakes. Behold, behold, the snow covers the earth.

In the sky, on the earth, there was snow everywhere. White earth, white houses, white forests.

White snow, I love you, I love your purity. You have decorated the earth with a silvery white, and how beautiful you have dressed the earth.

Reverie of the month.

The bright moonlight quietly sprinkled on the earth, giving the earth a charming layer of silver. Distant mountains, near trees, houses, ponds. After a quiet dinner in the silver moonlight, people sat in the moonlight, accompanied by the breeze, and constantly let out bursts of hearty laughter.

I walked quietly in the moonlight, bathed in the quiet moonlight, letting the gentle breeze blow my hair and stroke my face, and then I seemed to enter the realm of fantasy, and had a reverie for the moon. The moon hangs so quietly in the sky, but it can cause homesickness for countless people who are in a foreign land. Although I see the same moon, I still feel that "the moon is my hometown".

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon in the sky often makes people miss their hometown and relatives, people say that "the two reunions of the people and the moon", and there are so many wanderers who can not return to their hometowns and reunite with their families at this time, which is why there will be "alone."

In a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of sorrows, "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny", why Su Dongpo will associate people and the moon together, it is because the moon's cloudy and sunny days are like life, full of parting sorrow, and the joy of getting together. "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace, what year is tonight", the world is a picture full of joys and sorrows, the sky, I don't know when, is it the same as the world, maybe much happier than the world, the gods above live a carefree life.

The moon has a unique beauty, its light is so gentle, soft, that is, so many people like to see the moon, especially on the seaside, there is a poem that says well, "the moon rises in the sea, the end of the world at this time", people like to see the moon when the moon rises. The moon is like a jade plate, it is reflected in the water, and the naughty child throws stones into the water, "bang", the jade plate breaks, but after the water surface calms down, it returns to its original state, and it is still so bright. The moon hides in the clouds when it is cloudy, and it may be sad at this time, but the rain falling from the sky is its tears, why is it crying, maybe because its reflection is broken.

Grade 5 Essay Volume I: Assignment 7

One of my favorite texts].

In my study career, I have studied hundreds of texts and learned a lot of truths. In contrast, one of my favorite texts is "Dripping Water Through Stones."

This text is mainly about a rabbit-shaped rock in the Taiji Cave in Guangde, Anhui Province, and there is a small slippery and rounded hole in the middle of the rock. There were water droplets dripping down from the top of the hole. One year, two years, more than ten years, decades, hundreds of years, ......In the past, one of the great wonders of the cave was formed today.

This article also cites the example of Li Shizhen, Edison, and Qi Baishi. Tell us: only the goal is single-minded and not half-hearted, perseverance and not giving up halfway, we will be able to achieve our beautiful ideals!

This text reminds me of the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai. He was smart as a child, but he was playful and often skipped school. Once he skipped school to catch a dragonfly and followed him until he came to the river.

He saw an old woman grinding with a thick rod, and was very curious, so he asked an old woman, "Old woman, what are you doing?" "I'm grinding an embroidery needle!

The old woman is kind and pleasant. "Huh? What grinds a tiny needle with a rod of this size?

Li Bai didn't believe his ears at all. "Yes, as long as you have the spirit of perseverance, you will definitely succeed! Li Bai listened, seemed to know something, and hurriedly went home to study hard.

Sure enough, the hard work paid off, and Li Bai finally became a famous poet.

I thought of myself. Why can't I be like Li Shizhen. Edison..

Qi Baishi has the same spirit of perseverance as that old woman? When I was a child, I often saw the host on stage, and I dreamed of being a host. I heard a beautiful sound coming from the piano room, and I wanted to be a great pianist......Now I know that the person who has achieved success today is Li Xiang, who had perseverance when he was a child, and he has such glory today with his own efforts!