In Chinese class, the teacher gave us a list of "fifty places that people want to go most in this life". There are the "century-old city" in the city, the "last Eden" in the field exploration, the beautiful and pleasant "paradise on earth", the "sunshine zone" where modern civilization and nature are perfectly combined, and the immortal "wonders of the world" created by human beings.

After this class, I began to think. If I go on a long trip tomorrow, where will I go? I hurried home to check the relevant information. The above descriptions and images are beautiful, but the most beautiful is the Norwegian coast.

I learned that fjords are all over Norway and its western coast due to the cutting of glaciers. But the most magnificent and attractive thing for me is from Stavanger to Trenkhan, passing through countless fjords and waterfalls along the way.

I decided to save my own money to travel instead of asking my parents for money. First of all, I will do housework for my parents every day. Then accumulate waste products and sell them. Then I saved my parents money for stationery and breakfast. When I have saved enough money, I will buy a plane ticket, book a hotel, take my camera and prepare my luggage. When everything is ready, you can start.

Maybe I can't travel tomorrow or next year, but I will keep this dream. This is a great dream, and I will try my best to realize it. I may be a traveler when I grow up. In that case, I will reach and walk through all fifty places. Maybe not, but one day I will realize my dream.

There is a kind of love lurking in my heart.

In my memory, my reading trip was very boring. What impressed me most was that I was always impatient when I was young. My academic world is almost a desert, leaving no scenery. This situation continued until adolescence, until one day, menstruation appeared in my life.

On my fifth birthday, my uncle bought me a series of books: One Hundred Thousand Why, and four other books. Give it to me as a birthday present. I was really excited at that time and was deeply attracted by the pictures in the book. But at that time, it was very difficult to read too little. Although I know pinyin, I am not skilled enough, so my spelling is very slow. Over time, I became a little impatient and didn't want to watch it. I always wanted adults to read it to me. My parents are too busy at work to take care of me, let alone take time out to read to me. After a long time, books are boring for me, and my interest in reading is getting less and less. In my impression, I hardly read any decent books in my childhood. Shuxiang shook hands with me and left me as a cloud in another world. In a flash, my childhood slipped away.

When I was in junior high school, my mother, who wanted to be a girl, tried her best to make me become attached to books and borrowed Five Thousand Years of China from my colleagues. When I first read this book, I found the contents wonderful, but the later I read it, the more bored I became. Finally, I don't even know the relationship between the characters in the book, the cause, process and result of the incident. Gradually, the 3000-page book "Five Thousand Years in China" lay quietly on my desk and became an ornament. The book fragrance once again passed me by.

When I was in the second grade, my parents were very busy and sent me to menstruation's home for school. Aunt is my head teacher. She teaches me math and cares more about my Chinese. Not long after, menstruation found that my Chinese level was poor and my ability to understand problems was poor. Aunt is very anxious. She often takes me to the library to borrow books. Every time I go to the library, I always choose what interests me. My aunt recommended several valuable books to me, and borrowed a dozen at a time. When I come home from school, I can just turn over a few pages of my favorite articles when I think about it, and often I can't finish half a book in a week. Occasionally, menstruation asked me about my study, and I felt very guilty and sorry for menstruation. My aunt lent me so many books, but I didn't settle down to study. At that time, homework was not particularly heavy. I finished my homework early and felt that there was nothing to do. Aunt looked in her eyes and said nothing. Just after dinner and doing my own thing, I began to read books with my brother. They laughed and danced for a while, and sometimes they burst into tears for a touching article ... Their actions had a great influence on me, and I gradually read with them. The book came to me with a smile, soaked in my body, gradually darkened in my heart, spread my whole heart like weeds, and lit up my sky after rain like a rainbow. Suddenly I feel how stupid and naive I used to be, and I feel guilty: I wasted so much precious time in the past and didn't read a book well! What else is there in my dry mind besides Chinese, math and English? I wasted the most important decade of my life. In a person's life, this is a period that is neither long nor short. How many decades can there be in life? Now I can say that I am addicted to books. There is a feeling behind the faint book, which has infiltrated my dry soul and lonely heart, making me confident and optimistic, smiling at the world and living a happy life. Every time I wander in the mountains of books and linger in the twists and turns of words, I forget where I am and can't bear to leave for a long time. Books have become an inseparable part of my life. This book has changed me a lot. It records my spiritual growth and places my hopes on life. Let me walk into the ocean of books every day to experience its essence and taste, let books forge and reshape me constantly, let the source of spiritual comfort flow continuously, and let my soul flourish.

be full of sentiment

What makes us feel free to condemn Fang Qiu in our own lives?

In our short life, what makes us happy forever?

What makes us keep an upward heart forever in a colorful world? ......

It's family I wonder if everyone feels the same way? We drift with the tide, clear the way in the mountains and bridge in the water; In the process of our own struggle, we are high-spirited, high-spirited and looking forward to the future.

It is because of the support and encouragement of our relatives that we have the motivation to struggle. As a friend said, I heard love from my mother's nagging, I saw hope from my father's silence, I thought of struggle from my teacher's eyes, and I knew my responsibility from the encouragement of my relatives ... Maybe, in a few days, we will step into society or go to college. Whether you are a stranger in a foreign land or wandering around the world. Family will always be our safe haven. "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! "In our hearts, affection is the warmest. It not only gave us encouragement and support, but also let me know what love is!

Perhaps, affection is a kind of voice. When we are tired, it will relax our muscles and make us feel comfortable all over; When we are pessimistic, it encourages us to join hands to pull us out of the shadow of failure; When we forge ahead, it cheers for us, cheers for us, tears for our achievements ... this is family affection. From this sound, we know love. This kind of affection moved us, and this kind of affection made us burst into tears. From affection, we know a kind of responsibility. In order to make us stop sweating in the sun, we should have the fighting spirit of an eagle and the vitality and vigor of water!

I admire Brock's wise choice. "I don't want to look back in the future. Nothing but money. " Indeed, money can buy friends, but it can't buy affection, can it? People with affection are happy, and they are the flame you look forward to when you are cold; It is the nectar you have been searching for for for a long time when you are upset; It is the help you wait for when you are helpless. ......

This kind of affection makes us dream; This kind of affection moved us to be calm. With affection, we have the motivation to struggle. With affection, let us always keep an upward heart. With affection, let us always be happy and always chase the fiery sun in our lives!

Warm in my heart

The drizzle moistened the air and gently covered the world.

Spring is chilly, even though the temperature has obviously risen recently, a rain makes everything zero and makes the newly arrived warmth wet and cold.

Walking aimlessly on the roadside with an umbrella, I am used to walking in the street during the first rain every year, looking for the shadow reflected by the spring rain and the faint breath of spring. Unfortunately, the whole land is only dark or light brown, and there is no hope at all. My heart is getting more and more empty, as if it is filled with rain, and it is cold from the inside out. I am eager to find a little green in spring.

Finally, I found a grass, thin and weak, growing alone in the corner, so small that there is almost no sense of existence. Some people say that if we can find a spring grass in the first spring rain, we will be happy and full of hope in one year. In order to protect this hope, I covered it with an umbrella, just like a child guarding his toy, not letting him see it or touch it. I'm a little ecstatic. Just, can such grass bear my hope for a year? Maybe, because green is the most energetic color in the world, and the most energetic grass and trees in the world are all green. Is it really okay? "Legend" is just "legend". Is it too ridiculous to send all your hopes here?

In my impression, the first plant that wakes up in spring should be the winter jasmine. When they wake up, it symbolizes that winter has disappeared with the melting of ice, and then withered, taking away people's regrets and praises. But every spring, the first thing I see is grass, flowers have flowering periods and trees have annual rings, but who has paid attention to grass? Large tracts of green come as scheduled every year, and the existence of grass has become a matter of course, but every grass has never been paid special attention to. Even so, they still spend their whole lives growing up, touching the four seasons and asking for nothing in return. Then, I would rather believe that the grass in front of me has great power. Its appearance can call the whole spring, it will live for a long time, it will touch me, it will touch spring, it will touch the whole summer light year. Moved by its power, I proved the arrival of spring for the lonely people and willingly let it carry my hope. From the root to the tip, it is so vigorous and has such a bright life that people cannot ignore it. I took off my umbrella. If it has the courage to break through the ground first, how can I keep the future in the greenhouse?

The warmth swells up, surrounding me bit by bit and wrapping my whole heart. I think I can be as tough as grass, maybe I can grow for myself, maybe I sometimes fall with the wind like a blade of grass, but my heart has been standing, maybe the front is foggy, but along the way, I can make my heart shine forever and illuminate the front with hope.

It turns out that I am irreplaceable.

I, a junior two student, is irreplaceable!

I am also a girl who loves beauty, especially the "Lolita" style skirt. I think that's the princess dress that girls expect! Lace bow

I like drawing, and I prefer drawing cartoons. Although my cartoons are not very good, I haven't learned to color them yet. But at school, there are always good friends who support me silently behind my back.

I like singing, and I've been humming Gong Lina's "Uneasy" recently, "Aha, Aha-"I like Jay Chou, candidate, milk coffee, ladygaga, V.K., Celine Dion, girlhood and so on.

I am also a girl who likes to eat, but I am not a big fat man! I like tiramisu, a small and delicious snack! Spaghetti with tomato sauce! Sweet dove chocolate. But I'm still a small waist, and I can't get fat after eating it.

It feels so good to be at home.

It feels good to be at home. I didn't know much about this sentence when I was a child. I keep thinking, "What's good about home?" When I was in elementary school, I also asked my father the meaning of this sentence, and my father's explanation still puzzled me. However, since I came back from military training last week, I deeply realized the meaning of this sentence.

Last Friday, all the sixth-grade students in our school took part in the two-day and one-night militarization training.

Live. The long two days and one night finally passed, and I came home with a tired body.

As soon as I entered the door, there was a smell of vegetables floating in my nose. I can't wait to sit at the table and watch this sumptuous meal, including fried chicken wings, braised lobster and boiled crab … I'm dying of abstinence. I picked up chopsticks and tasted the delicious food my mother cooked for me. My mother sat and watched me eat with a smile, and sometimes helped me pick up vegetables. At that time, I felt that I was the happiest person. I really want to shout, "It feels good to be home!" "

After dinner, I lay in my cot, and the bitterness, tiredness and tiredness I felt during military training were gradually disappearing. I feel more and more relaxed, and I feel like I'm on a cloud. Gradually, I felt a little cold and covered myself with a quilt. Ah, the quilt is so soft and warm, with the breath of sunshine, so comfortable! Closing my eyes reminds me of the military training dormitory. The hard bed there made me uncomfortable to sleep, and the thick and hard quilt there didn't fit me at all. At this time, my mother gently pushed open the door and brought me a glass of orange juice. The sweet fruit leaves moistened my heart. I can't help feeling: "It feels good to be home!"

Home is a warm harbor. It always opens the door to welcome us back; It will make you feel warm; Will give you a strong sense of security.

The harvest of growth

I live in a very ordinary family. Even so, it has brought me endless happiness and knowledge.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I saw many parents buy delicious food for their children, and I cried and asked my mother for it, but my mother didn't buy it for me many times. Slowly, I learned the reason why my mother didn't buy it for me: it turned out that my mother didn't buy it for me because I was disobedient and too willful. After knowing that, I learned my lesson: walking in the street, I saw some delicious food and ignored it completely, but my mother took the initiative to buy me this and that. At this time, I suddenly understood a truth: it is useless to cry and be willful. I have to be a good boy who is sensible and obedient. Since then, I have formed a good habit.

Kindergarten life is over, and I came to the experimental primary school. It feels very fresh here, and everything is different from kindergarten.

When I was in the second grade, our school opened a special class called "Little Reporter". When my parents found out, they asked me to sign up for this class. They believe that writing is a difficult thing for a child who has just learned composition, so laying a good foundation for writing from an early age will be of great help to his future study.

In this special class, I met my first teacher, Miss Lu. On one occasion, Mr. Lu selected the works of several students in the class and submitted them to the city newspaper. I didn't expect that only my work was published on it, and my heart was as sweet as honey. Mom and dad are also very happy, praising my progress from time to time. Since then, I like writing. Seeing that my interest in writing is so high, my father took time to take me to observe nature. He also said that it would enrich my imagination. So there are more and more books on my bookshelf, and more and more good words and sentences are accumulated in my mind. My father often said to me, "Reading is like a million volumes, writing is like a god …" Since then, I have been writing a composition, and my father takes me to see the wonderful changes in nature every week. For me, a composition is born every week, and then I contribute to newspapers and magazines. However, after being thrown out, all the stones sank into the sea and there was no news. I persisted for two months and was a little discouraged. At this moment, I suddenly saw the sentence "Persistence is victory" posted above my desk, so I persisted again. Finally, I began to reap the harvest with Toshiyoshi. After I won the award certificate twice in a row, my confidence in writing became stronger. Mom and dad laughed, too. They said to me in unison, "You are great! Really amazing! "

Not long after, my parents discussed it and bought me a computer. Looking at this brand-new computer, I feel very happy. I think: I must redouble my efforts to live up to my parents' expectations, write more and better works in the future and become an excellent writer in the future.

Winter in my hometown

Winter in my hometown is beautiful, winter in my hometown is very cold, and winter in my hometown is endless.

In my hometown, when winter comes, snow is our frequent visitor.

The cold winter came to the world with staggering steps, which opened another vivid picture for people: the goose feather and snow were magnificent, the wind stopped and the snow fell behind, the silver trees stood proudly, the jade palace rose from the ground, dazzling light spots were everywhere, dazzling silver scissors were everywhere, and the streets seemed to be made of silver, so bright; The long icicles hang in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and people seem to live between Qionglou Yuyu. There are no seven colors, and there is snow everywhere. The beautiful picture of "blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" is white everywhere. Silver chickens lurk here, and cranes are invisible. People only have one feeling: white, white, white! This pure white makes people's feelings boil, the soul is purified, and the reason is sublimated ... So everyone becomes flawless and perfectly melts into the white Miri, Malaysia.

In that big cloud, there are shiny little snowflakes. Snowflakes floated to the hillside, covered the hillside with comfortable quilts, floated to the roof, covered the roof with thick cotton-padded clothes, floated to the earth, and covered the earth with beautiful silver.

Snow girl brought all kinds of gifts. She generously gave the coat to the roof, distributed the white scarf to the branches and put the white hat on the straw pile. What gift should I give to the street? Snow girl has long thought about it. She wants to spread a pure white blanket on the floor. Where are the children? It's time to give them some presents! Snow girl thought about it and finally gave her laughter to the children. So, at this moment, children are running, making noise, playing … having snowball fights, making snowballs, making snowmen, skiing cars … The earth is full of songs and laughter.

Next to the snow, there is a garden in which chrysanthemums have been covered with snow and ice. There is also a cedar in the flower bed, standing proudly, facing the biting cold wind. Cedar is covered with ice strips, like silver chrysanthemums, crystal clear. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the ice bars, reflecting dazzling light, which was beautiful.

At this time, I was intoxicated by the charming snow in my hometown.

Ah! How beautiful winter is in my hometown!

I love you-winter in my hometown