I say life, because people only have one life, which is the most precious and fragile. Why is life the most fragile? Grass can regenerate after burning.
Cut off all the branches and the trees will be reborn. But in life, many accidents may lose life.
Sang Lan is a typical person who loves life. While rehearsing for the American Olympic Games, Sang Lan was unfortunately injured, resulting in paraplegia.
Many similar things happen, but they usually give up life, and life naturally gives up on them. But she never gave up her life.
After unremitting efforts, she was admitted to Beijing Journalism College. Later, at the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympic Games, although Sang Lan did not enter the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympic Games as an athlete, she came here as a reporter. Sang Lan started her career as a sports journalist there.
Cheng Ruilong is a typical person who wastes his life. Countless people died by his sword.
Later, he was sentenced to death for intentional homicide. We should make good use of life like Sang Lan, and don't waste life like Cheng Ruilong.
I am determined to make good use of my life, not to waste it in vain, and to make my life more brilliant and powerful.
2. Imitate the composition in Lesson 18, Book 2, Grade 3 to express love. The homework assigned by the teacher today is really difficult for me! Say "I love you!" This really strangles my manhood.
Hey! Let's think about who to tell! Everyone says that a child without a mother is like a grass. Is fatherly love not important? Father is not a mountain, and mother is not water? Look! It is my father who gives me goose bumps every day, and it is also my father who sends me to school in the snowstorm. It is my father who works overtime every day to think about my future, help me teach me and lead me into the literary hall! I am determined to show my love to my father! But how can I express it? Before I figured it out, I went back to my door. Hey! Let's play it by ear! I walked into the room, look! Dad sits at the computer desk and plays computer! I came to my father with a nervous heart, covered my eyes with my hand, and my upper and lower lips began a planetary collision. I said intermittently, "I ... dad ... you ..." Before I finished, dad grabbed my topic. "Get to the point, smelly boy. Is your homework okay?" "oh! I ... I'll do it. "
I crooked my mouth, and my two thick and big nostrils exhaled anger heavily. I scolded myself: Why am I so useless? I can't even say "I love you"! Before long, my mother shouted, "dinner!" " All right! I'll just work on the dishes and rice for dinner! Ha ha! Just as my mother brought a table of dishes, I picked up chopsticks. I was just about to use my deadly stunt-killer, ready to take my father's order when my father's voice came: "Have you finished reading English today?" English, yes! I can express it in English! I immediately put down my chopsticks, studied hard like an English gentleman and said with a smile, "I love you!" " "Dad stared at me. I thought he didn't hear clearly and said, "I love you!" " "I also blinked vividly. What do you mean? Dad suddenly heard such a sentence after listening for a long time.
Now I'm in a hurry, shouting ":it means' I love you'". As soon as I finished, I knew my father was teasing me.
I immediately blushed. Dad smiled: "Thank you, me too." Ah! My father loves me like a mountain. This time I was humiliated by my father, but I finally said "I love you!" " "Those three words.
3. Edition, how to write the word 18 150 in the first volume of Grade Three? I have a good friend in the extracurricular remedial class. Although she only meets me once a week, she always tells me funny things that happen to her, and every time, I will be laughed at by her. Today, she told me something that made me laugh.
One day, her mother said that her father was going to refuel her car. She came up with an ingenious idea-she ran into the kitchen and took out a cup, then mixed salt, monosodium glutamate, sugar, soy sauce, vinegar, Chili sauce and so on, then poured half a cup of boiling water into the cup and stirred it with a spoon. The smell was so bad that she almost wanted to vomit. Her father really refueled in the car at noon. At this time, she smiled and walked over, tried every means to hold her father away, took the opportunity to pour the cup of "super mixed juice" into the fuel tank, and then "ran away" after doing something bad.
The next day, her father went to work, but the car broke down halfway, so he had to find a professional to drag the car into the garage for repair. Her father had to take a taxi to work, which made him late for work. In the evening, she listened to her parents describe the tragic situation today. My friend laughed so hard that his stomach cramped, but he confessed afterwards. Although she was scolded by her parents, she didn't take it to heart and seemed very proud of her "crime".
4. Imitation, the first volume of the sixth grade, 17, 18 class writing, quick. My father is a person who scares me and likes me.
Once I accidentally finished my homework because I was in a hurry to watch TV. After dinner, dad began to check his homework.
Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, he then check up.
After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "Why do you always make mistakes?" How many times have I told you not to be careless, not to be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he gave me a hard press on the head.
I stole a look at him, only to see my father's two big eyes stare into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand up, just like a big tiger, which is terrible! Dad is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I think my father is too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be fierce at will, and the other is to be reasonable.
I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "eyeing", "flying into a rage", "flying into a rage" and "flying into a rage" ... My father couldn't help laughing. Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going.
Once, when my father was happy, I said to him, "It's really unlucky to be a child. Can't be mean to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once."
I think it's time for revenge. I first pressed my father's head, then pinched his neck, and finally gave him a good beating with all my strength.
I didn't think it was enough, so I jumped on him and messed up his hair, and then I said to him, "You are unkempt this time." At this time, dad is like a big sheep. No matter how much I toss him, he won't get angry.
Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father let my face relax, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, it's really like Donald Duck!" " "When I was in a hurry, I choked my dad's mouth, and my dad kept his mouth shut.
As soon as I saw no, I grabbed it under his arm. Dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said, "You are like Donald Duck, you are a fierce Donald Duck."
Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend.
I am both afraid of him and like him. The footsteps of the senior high school entrance examination are getting closer and closer, and the students are desperately reviewing for the exam, which makes me in a high degree of tension.
But I dare not slack off, although I am exhausted; I really want to close my eyes for a while, but I dare not, although my eyes are already bloodshot. I can't hold it any longer, try to lift my eyelids and look out.
Within sight, only street lamps stood there alone, giving off a faint light. The air was silent, and it must have been late at night-the confusion of my brain made me unable to distinguish between day and night, so I studied day and night.
Tired eyes, slow reaction. I decided to take a nap for five minutes. But as soon as my head touched my arm on the table, I fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but in a trance, a pair of calloused big hands gently touched a few locks of hair that covered my eyes, and then gave me a push: "Son, how can you sleep here?" You'll catch cold. "Oh, it turns out that my father comes home from work at this time every day.
"I didn't fall asleep ... I just felt itchy in my eyes ... I closed my eyes a little." In order not to let my father see my bloodshot face, I still kept my head down.
"You are too tired, go to bed early! How can your body stand this? " "Oh, I went to bed after I finished this topic. Dad, you've been busy all day. Go to bed first! " Father left helplessly and closed the door gently.
But before long, my door was pushed open again. Father brought a steaming cup of tea: "Have some hot tea and go to bed!" " ""hmm! " I took the hot tea, looked at the figure of my father turning away and nodded deeply. At this time, my ears suddenly echoed with the words that my father often hangs on his lips: "Don't worry, son, my father works hard to earn money, no matter what, it will provide you with education." "
Holding hot tea, feeling the temperature of hot air and the fragrance of green tea, chewing the words of father's concern and comfort, tears could not help but flow down. The hot tea in the cup is faint and fragrant, but it feels particularly fragrant when it melts in the father's love.
How can I let my father down by drinking this kind of strong tea with father's love? My father said that "only my mother is good in the world", and I think my father is no exception. Dad is tall, short, fat and thin, with big eyes, besides; And two big ears.
Dad's hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess and playing computer. Dad likes to wear a suit, and dad also likes to raise fish and shrimp.
My father is also a helpful citizen. One day, it was gray and dark, and it was going to rain.
Dad is in a hurry to go home. Dad saw Liu Laobo harvesting rice. Dad saw it and went home. He went over and picked up a broom to harvest rice with Liu Laobo. The two men are busy collecting rice and putting it into a big bag. Mr. Liu was so busy that he couldn't breathe and sucked.
Dad told him to have a rest and tie up the remaining two bags. It really rained at a bad time, and it rained heavily with a crash. Dad didn't let the rain stop what he wanted to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place without rain.
After doing it, my father has become a "girl-picking chicken". Liu Laobo asked my dad to go to his house to rest, and then go home when the rain stopped. Dad refused and braved the wind and rain to go home.
When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched dad's forehead. "Oh, it's so hot." .
When Dad wakes up, many people will see him: relatives and friends, and people that Dad helped before. So many, Liu Laobo is here.
Everyone says that dad is the best person, and we should learn from him in the future. My father is such a person.
Think less about yourself and more about others. My father and I have the same surname, and we are both in our forties. They belong to dogs. My mother called him a fairy and others called him "science". I think it's because my father was good at math when he was a child.
I love my father very much. I think he is a noble person, a pure person, a person who is out of low taste, and a person who is easy for us.
5. The third grade Chinese is based on 18. In the fifth lesson, naturally, I wrote a short essay. Two years ago, my family raised a pot of chrysanthemum. She has green leaves and bright yellow flowers. She is very lovely, just like a pure girl. She always germinates in spring and summer, grows in summer and autumn, blooms in autumn and winter, and withers in winter and spring.
In spring, there are only flowerpots and mud left in this chrysanthemum. She has worked hard for life for three seasons, so it's time to relax. This spring is the time when everything recovers and flowers are reborn. She didn't want to compete with flowers and plants for this "golden season", so she waited silently in the soil until everything was depressed, and she once again showed her beauty. She likes to live a quiet life, but her quietness and elegance are rare.
In summer, chrysanthemums only grow slowly. The longer its branches and leaves are, the higher its color changes from light green to E5a48de588b63231335323133363134313633313633. In this hot and dry season, chrysanthemum is still trying to grow and prepare for her flowering. Sometimes, I think, chrysanthemums can survive all year round, unlike some small flowers and grasses, which can't stand the cold in late autumn and give up their lives. Chrysanthemum, on the other hand, can withstand cold and heat. She is not as delicate as a rose.
Autumn is the brightest season for chrysanthemums. For chrysanthemum, late autumn is the "golden age" in her life. At that time, she will taste alone.
In the autumn wind, there are no flowers and plants competing with her to bloom, and her life is very quiet. Wouldn't it be nice to keep company with the breeze and take a photo with Leng Yue? And herself,
Let the flowers bloom most beautifully, even if no one sees them.
At the end of winter, it's going to snow, plum blossoms are in bloom, and the brilliant chrysanthemums don't want to steal the limelight of plum blossoms, so they let their lives come to an end and silently brew new lives under the soil.
There is snow everywhere, and red berries are in full bloom. I look for traces of chrysanthemums everywhere, but I only see snow.
6. In the first volume of the third grade of primary school, lesson 19, how to imitate the composition with an inclined umbrella in spring, with continuous rain.
Every time I play the same umbrella with my mother, on the way home, I always find my mother's umbrella leaning towards me. In summer, the sun scorches the earth.
Every time I play the same umbrella with my mother, on the way home, I always find that my mother's umbrella is still leaning towards me. In autumn, the rain is gentle.
Every time I play the same umbrella with my mother, on the way home, I always find that my mother's umbrella is still leaning towards me. In winter, the biting cold wind, coupled with rain and snow, makes people cold and cold.
Every time I play the same umbrella with my mother, I always find the umbrella in my mother's hand leaning towards me as always. Four seasons, turn around.
Every rainy day, on my way home with my mother, the umbrella always leans towards me and never changes. In spring, my mother's thin clothes are wet; In summer, my mother's bare arms were tanned; In autumn, my mother's clothes are always stained with some yellow leaves; In winter, snowflakes always fall on mom's shoulders.
It goes without saying that an umbrella that always leans towards children is an undiminished love for children.
7. According to the fifth section of lesson 18, I naturally wrote a short article. Two years ago, my family raised a pot of chrysanthemum. She has green leaves and bright yellow flowers. She is very lovely, just like a pure girl. She always germinates in spring and summer, grows in summer and autumn, blooms in autumn and winter, and withers in winter and spring with 7A68696416FE5AEB9313333963931.
In spring, there are only flowerpots and mud left in this chrysanthemum. She has worked hard for life for three seasons, so it's time to relax. This spring is the time when everything recovers and flowers are reborn. She didn't want to compete with flowers and plants for this "golden season", so she waited silently in the soil until everything was depressed, and she once again showed her beauty. She likes to live a quiet life, but her quietness and elegance are rare.
In summer, chrysanthemums only grow slowly. Its branches and leaves grow taller and taller, and its color changes from light green to green. In this hot and dry season, chrysanthemum is still trying to grow and prepare for her flowering. Sometimes, I think, chrysanthemums can survive all year round, unlike some small flowers and grasses, which can't stand the cold in late autumn and give up their lives. Chrysanthemum, on the other hand, can withstand cold and heat. She is not as delicate as a rose.
Autumn is the brightest season for chrysanthemums. For chrysanthemum, late autumn is the "golden age" in her life. At that time, she will taste alone.
In the autumn wind, there are no flowers and plants competing with her to bloom, and her life is very quiet. Wouldn't it be nice to keep company with the breeze and take a photo with Leng Yue? And herself,
Let the flowers bloom most beautifully, even if no one sees them.
At the end of winter, it's going to snow, plum blossoms are in bloom, and the brilliant chrysanthemums don't want to steal the limelight of plum blossoms, so they let their lives come to an end and silently brew new lives under the soil.
There is snow everywhere, and red berries are in full bloom. I look for traces of chrysanthemums everywhere, but I only see snow.