A happy and short winter vacation slipped away quietly, and we ushered in a new semester. What happened in the winter vacation is like countless stars in the sky, and every star is shining.

fly a kite

What a nice day! After lunch, I pestered my mother to fly a kite with me. My mother promised me, and I jumped three feet for joy. Along the way, I was like a bird just released from a cage, flying around my mother and soon coming to an empty field. I held the kite in my hands, and my mother stepped back while paying off the line. She stopped when she left me about twenty or thirty meters, pulled the distant thread and shouted, "Let it go!" " "When the thread is tight and loose, the kite flies in the air. Seeing the kite rising slowly, suddenly, a cross wind blew and the kite suddenly fell from the air. Well, it's not a good start, but it doesn't matter. Keep trying. This time, we had experience and started flying when the wind was a little lighter. This time, the kite flew smoothly. Mother slowly loosened the rope while pulling it. The kite flies higher and higher, and the thread on the line is almost finished. The kite flew! Fly! Fly higher, fly higher. My heart flies in the blue sky with a kite.

Fried dishes

One Sunday night, I excitedly said to my mother, "I'll show you something today!" " "I took some eggs from the refrigerator, imitating my mother's previous method of frying eggs: first, I cracked a crack at the edge of the bowl, broke the eggshell along this crack, and the yolk and egg white flowed into the bowl, then added chopped green onion, vinegar and salt and stirred evenly. I carefully poured the oil into the pot and turned on the switch of the induction cooker. When the oil sneezes, gently pour the egg paste into the pot and tilt the pot around to let the eggs spread out. After a while, the egg paste swelled up and I turned it over with a shovel. After a while, the delicious and shiny scrambled eggs came out of the pot. Our family sat around the dining table, eating scrambled eggs made by myself. My parents are full of praise, and my mother is happier. She said, "My daughter learned to scramble eggs. I'll be late for something later, and I'm not worried about your dinner. "Dad kept saying," Yummy! Yummy! " "I looked at my scrambled eggs and listened to my parents' praise. I'm really happy!

Wash sb's feet

In winter vacation life, there is a Thanksgiving homework. I thought, "Mom often helps grandma wash her feet. Today, let me wash my mother's feet once! " "After dinner, my mother is ready to have a rest. I poured water into the basin, adjusted the water temperature, and carried it with a towel. After putting down the washbasin, I gently took off my mother's shoes and socks, put her cocoon-covered feet in and rubbed them bit by bit. Hllip& amphllip looked at those feet covered with calluses, and I couldn't help but see my mother's busy figure: she hurried to work after breakfast, dragged her tired body back at night, and tucked me in at night; I gently wiped the water drops off my feet with a towel. When I looked up, my mother's eyes shone with tears.

The short winter vacation life ended, which left me many good memories and gave me infinite happiness.

I like xx (semi-proposition) best.

My mother, she thinks about how to match my clothes all day.

Regardless of my bored expression, my mother takes me shopping every day to increase my feelings.

I still remember that there was a wonderful snow that winter. My grandmother was hospitalized because of a broken leg, and my mother ran to the hospital all day. Although it took only 65,438+00 minutes to get there by bus, I always hated the smell of medicine there.

Mom is the same, but she says the taste of this medicine should be treated as perfume. I smiled and shook my head, pretending that women are really the most incomprehensible creatures in the world. "Mom raised her eyebrows, gherardini.

At that time, it was very cold. Although we are in Beijing, I still feel very cold. The cold feeling runs from my head to my toes. I am surprised that my mother always buys a lot of gift boxes when she visits others, but only buys fruit when she visits her grandmother. When she asked her mother, she just pouted and gave me a smile that I couldn't understand. She said, "Your grandmother doesn't like that kind of expensive tonic. She only likes fruit. Grandparents have worked hard all their lives, but I can't take care of them in my later years. I can't do anything, maybe I can only buy fruit. Hey, does Xiaoyu know why grandma doesn't like supplements? "

After listening to such an answer, I always feel that my mother still didn't get to the point. She walked around trying to say something, but she still smiled.

"I know."

Now I know why my mother bought fruit and gave up supplements, because not only my grandmother's physical reasons and stubbornness, but also my mother's feelings. Maybe others don't understand such words. They don't know something, just as my mother doesn't know that I know those things.

Now I understand the mother-daughter affection that time and place can't erase, and understand the subtle warmth in that tacit understanding.

My mother, she is a good daughter.

My mother, she pursues fashion.

Every time I buy a lot of clothes to go home, I just dress like a girl in her early twenties. Time leaves no trace, but I disdain this kind of behavior.

Every time my mother buys clothes, I always want to sigh. Are all women like this?

I can't help shivering at the thought that it may be like this in the future. It's not that bad.

So I still feel at ease with a unkempt bird's nest and a wide pajamas. When you wake up, type in front of the computer and close the curtains. There is only darkness in the room, so much the better. It's best not to get close to a shiny creature like my mother.

My dearest computer. Wow.

So I looked at the computer stupidly, and my mouth watered.

My mother, in her girlhood, vowed to wander like San Mao and go to the mysterious Sahara to see if those splendors can be fixed in the colorful pages of life forever.

My mother, she is wordy and sometimes childish.

My mother is very upset and wants to go out for air all day, which is completely different from my taciturn temper.

My mother, who told me "nothing like me" all day, proudly said "she is my daughter" in front of others.

My mother, kind-hearted, but with a pair of wise eyes, smiled faintly, threw a chestnut on my head and began to curse.

"Go shopping!"

My mother, she has a changeable personality, and I hate showing too many emotions, but I want to say that I am very happy with such a mother, really, really happy.

I will be happy forever.

Someone I admire most.

In this colorful world, there are many people worthy of my admiration, but the person I admire most is my head teacher, Mr. Cheng. Teacher Cheng is in his early twenties, tall and thin, with long black hair. She has an oval face, curved eyebrows, a pair of glasses on her high nose, and her big eyes are hidden behind them. She always looks at others kindly and shows kindness and respect.

Although Mr. Cheng hasn't worked for a few years, every class can make us feel like a kind of enjoyment. Needless to say, her tactfully moving voice and her lectures are so vivid and touching, so easy to understand, which really makes people feel immersive. Mr. Cheng treats every student equally, regardless of his academic performance. She often said, "at the beginning of life, nature is good." She believes that we are all plastic talents, and it is her confidence in us and her tireless inculcation that makes our class's academic performance and all aspects of performance among the best in the school.

Teacher Cheng's love for us is like a small spring rain, which nourishes our healthy growth all the time. She not only teaches us knowledge, but also teaches us how to be a man. Call her great! She didn't really do anything earth-shattering Call her ordinary? She gave us her youth and love. At this moment, I silently thought: Although Miss Cheng is not as distinguished as Bethune and Nobel, she will always be the person and teacher I admire most.

4. Compile Zhang Ji's Qiu Si into a narrative.

No ╮ (╯ _ ╰) ╭

Make up an interesting story: one day, it was raining and the tortoise was crawling on the road. The white rabbit, who had just left school, went home in the rain without an umbrella. When the tortoise saw it, he took off his shell and used it as an umbrella to shelter the white rabbit from the wind and rain.

No ╮ (╯ _ ╰) ╭

One Sunday, my mother bought meat stuffing and dumpling skin early in the morning, and prepared to wrap jiaozi at noon.

I learned xx (semi-proposition)

I walked up to my mother and said, "Mom, I want to buy jiaozi, too." Mom said, "All right." I thought it would be easy to package jiaozi. Just take a dumpling skin, put the meat in it and stick a little water on it. I took the dumpling skin, put a spoonful of meat in it, and then wrapped it in jiaozi. I didn't expect the dumpling skin to be broken. But I'm not discouraged. I thought it would be nice to put less meat, but jiaozi wrapped in this way is like a pencil necked who hasn't eaten for three or four days. Seeing me working so hard, my mother began to teach me patiently: "When wrapping jiaozi, you can't put too much stuffing or too little stuffing, and then fold the dumpling wrapper to the left ..." Sure enough, a dexterous and delicate jiaozi was born in her mother's hand. According to what my mother said, I finally got a qualified jiaozi and smiled from ear to ear. I strike while the iron is hot, and the more beautiful the bag, the more exquisite it is. Finally learned to bag jiaozi.

Write something that shows that people care about each other.

When I think of Teacher Wang, my heart is warm and full of gratitude.

School is over at noon on Wednesday. Because my mother is not at home, I don't know where to go. Just when I was in a hurry, Miss Wang came over. She looked at me and said kindly, "Go home with the teacher!" " Seeing that I was still hesitating, Miss Wang reached out and took my little hand to her house. I think her hands are warm.

When I arrived at Mr. Wang's house, Mr. Wang provided me with a delicious hot meal. I looked at Mr. Wang's gentle eyes, and my heart was very practical. I had a delicious meal. When I was full, Miss Wang seemed to know that I wanted to sleep and said to me, "Go and sleep for a while." I lay in bed and fell asleep soon. I slept soundly. Teacher Wang gave a gentle cry and I woke up. I am surprised that my mother has to shout five or six times before she wakes up at home. Why did I get up when Miss Wang called me?

Teacher Wang takes me to school. On the way, I looked at Miss Wang's kind eyes and thought: Her eyes in class are very strict. How can she become so gentle now?

I thank Mr. Wang for his love for me. Her love is my motivation to study, and I must get good grades to repay my teacher's love.

8 Autumn Campus

Autumn is coming. Autumn comes to our campus with golden colors and intoxicating smiles.

The big flower beds in the school are more beautiful in this season. The chrysanthemum in the middle of the flower bed is actually open. They are blooming, they are blooming. Red is as bright as flame, yellow is as dazzling as gold, and pink is as charming as sunset glow. The small pine trees that are evergreen all the year round are still so green, setting off this colorful flower bed. The grass around the flower bed began to turn yellow, and the sun shone on it, as if it had plated them with gold.

Look at the willows around the playground. The long fluttering hair has lost its density. Pieces of yellow leaves fall one after another, sometimes swaying and fluttering like that; Sometimes, like a parachute, it is teetering; Sometimes, it flies leisurely like a happy swallow. The students had just finished cleaning the floor, and in a blink of an eye, a thick golden carpet had been laid. Walking on it is soft and comfortable! A few young students in the distance are picking leaves on the ground, preparing to put them in their diaries as specimens, watching them fly, which makes me want to recite Gong Zizhen's poem: "Leaves are heartless, and turning into spring mud will protect flowers."

Looking up at the cloudless sky in Wan Li is so lofty and profound. A flock of geese lined up in the shape of "I" for a while, and then the team in the shape of "Man" flew happily south, as if to tell us: "See you next year!"

Autumn, golden autumn, also brought us into a very broad chest. The students are running and laughing on the playground in their clothes. Autumn wind sends the sound of reading to the playground, as if to tell us softly, harvest, harvest your learning achievements, report to the teacher who raised you, and report to your parents who raised you.

I love autumn, especially the campus in autumn.

Write a letter to your distant relatives and friends and talk about your recent life and study.

Dear dad;

Hello!

The bright moon is in the sky, I feel the autumn wind, and the breezy evening wind brings some sadness and yearning, which makes me feel a little cold. Although I am enjoying the bright moon and delicious moon cakes, I still can't restrain my inner loneliness and yearning, and tears of missing are pouring out. Looking at the way you smile in the photo frame on the table, I suddenly have mixed feelings.

Dad! In fact, you are not old at all, you are only in your early thirties. It's just that I haven't called you so intimately for a long time, and I want to chat with you.

Whenever the phone at home rings, I feel I have a lot to say to you, but when I answer the phone, I always don't know what to say. You always ask me a question and I answer it. In fact, I have too many heartfelt words to say to you! Just today, I grabbed a pen and waved a pen tip full of thoughts to write this letter full of tears.

Dad, you have gone far away, and you have gone to Guangzhou to work with your dream of making money, leaving me alone. I often shut myself in my room, like a lost goose, helpless and isolated.

Dad, I can understand you going out to work. It's entirely for our family, for children to live a happy life, for fulfilling the responsibilities of fathers and families!

Dad, don't work too hard. At this moment, I really feel your infinite greatness.

Dad, don't worry, you can work in Guangzhou with peace of mind. Now I am no longer lonely, because there are a group of very enthusiastic friends and teachers around me. It is they who broke the lonely mirror in my heart, so that I can no longer immerse myself in the lonely lake, let me feel incomparable warmth and happiness, and let me feel how great the power of friendship and love is.

Dad, I have lived in the teacher's house now, and the teacher's house gets along well with me. The teacher treats me like his own son. He always cares about me, cares about me. But every Friday, I hear my classmates cheer: "I'm going to escape today, and I'm going to spend the weekend with my parents." I am so happy! " My heart was violently hit by the waves, my thoughts were surging, and my heart shed tears in pain.

Dad, I miss you so much. But when I think that you are working hard for this family, I should also make my own contribution to our family. I always remind myself that my strength is the best answer! I promise you, I will study hard and won't let you worry. Just wait for my good news!