Windmill composition 1 "Keeping your promise is like defending your honor." This sentence was said by Balzac, a great French writer. Indeed, a person without integrity, there is no honor. This is what I learned from my personal experience.
It was a sunny Sunday, and my deskmate Zhang Aiying said to me, "Zhang xx, the windmill you made is really beautiful. Not only does it turn fast, but it is also exquisite and small. Can you make me one? " "good! I will definitely promise you! I will give it to you tomorrow! " I said without hesitation. Because it takes a long time to make a windmill, I rushed to do my homework as soon as I got home until eight o'clock in the evening. But before I finished my homework, I did it again. "It's time to eat, panda." Grandpa urged again and again. No way, I rushed to the table and ate two mouthfuls in a hurry, then immediately put down my work and began to do my homework again. I don't know. Some students make Miss Qing angry and have a lot of homework. Finish your homework and take a bath. It's already 1 1 point. I quickly started the windmill. Then grandpa came over and said, "It's too late today, and it's not too late to do it tomorrow!" " ! Anyway, you and he are good friends and can do it for a long time. After listening to grandpa's words, I said angrily, "Grandpa, I have promised to make a windmill for Zhang Aiying." I can't go back on my word. How bad it is to break my promise! "Say that finish, I picked up the scissors and did it again. Doing it, the eyelids are as heavy as starting a fight.
Grandpa saw it and said sadly, "Don't do it, there will be a class tomorrow!" " "I shook my head and said," No, I must do what I promised others. "As the saying goes, a word from a gentleman is a promise that cannot be recalled." Say that finish, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and continued to do it. The clock ticked, an hour passed, two hours passed ... The room was silent. "Yes! Done. " I cried with excitement. I picked up the windmill and blew it. "Hey, don't turn. What is this? " I'll check it carefully. The clock ticked, and an hour passed ... I finally found the reason. It turned out that the thumbtack was pressed too tightly and the windmill got stuck. So I concentrated again. The clock is still turning, and the sound of Dangdang seems to be a compliment to me. "Yes! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Done! " I am exhausted, but the spinning windmill is like Zhang Aiying's bright smiling face. No matter how tired you are, you will feel valuable. "If you slip, you can immediately resume standing; If you break your promise, you may never get it back. " Franklin's words have always inspired me to move forward. I regard it as the motto of my life!
I am a little girl who likes to make things by herself. I made lovely glasses, beautiful cartons and pen containers, colorful net bags and so on. Among them, the dream windmill I just made not long ago left the deepest impression on me. Because I worked hard to make this dream windmill. There are many things to prepare for a dream windmill. There are scissors, thumbtacks, straws and a piece of colored paper.
Colored paper is prepared for us by the school, and straight and dotted lines have been drawn on it. Cut it along the line and fold it. I carefully cut the windmill along a straight line first, and then fill in my dream on the windmill. When I was filling in my dream, every painting was carefully written, for fear that poor writing would affect the beauty of the windmill. After cutting the windmill and filling in the dream, it's time to fold the windmill. I folded the corner of the windmill to the middle point. But no matter how you fold it, the shape of the windmill is very strange. I was surprised and thought: Is there something wrong with this paper? I studied the paper in my hand for a long time, and finally found the problem: I cut a few knives less! I just cut off the few knives I cut, and then I folded them. This is finally right! Next, what I want to do is: nail the windmill to the straw. This step is relatively simple. I tied the thumbtack at the center of the windmill, and it was accurate. I see the shape of a windmill coming out! Finally, I nailed the nail that nailed the windmill to the straw, and a windmill was finally completed! I took my windmill to the small garden. A breeze blew, and my dream windmill turned several times and suddenly fell down! I picked up the windmill and nailed it firmly. Another gust of wind, my dream windmill quickly turned around.
I'm glad to see it. Perhaps this is the joy of success. After some efforts, I not only made my dream windmill, but also realized the joy of success and understood that nothing can be smooth sailing. Only when we bravely overcome difficulties can we succeed.
The windmill kept turning in the breeze. Just like life, you want to move on, and eventually you will.
It's in place. It suddenly dawned on me that life is nothing more than drawing water from a bamboo basket-with a sieve.
The green skirt of the memoirs of a geisha dances with the wind, and the misty rain raised in the confusing dance steps is destined to fall to the ground. I picked up the flowerpot and looked at the memoirs of a geisha. He was sweating in it. I can't help laughing. I am so fascinated by my dream.
I yearn for Holland, a country lying quietly by the sea, like a sleeping beauty. The sleeping beauty's boudoir is full of tulips, which makes the air filled with romantic factors. The fresh, moist and salty sea breeze swims in, and the hair falling on the sleeping beauty's head-the solid color windmill, turns leisurely with the wind.
Just like such a beautiful picture, I can't say why, and I like it persistently. I patted my head and came back to reality. I don't think people can live by daydreaming, can they? I satirize myself for being too realistic, but I don't forget my colorful dreams. For example, I know I can't fill the lucky star bottle, but I still skillfully fold the stars in an attempt to fill the missing part of my heart.
My pen whispers my sadness on the white paper, and it reveals my heart. I ran in the just visiting with a basket on my arm, scattering the souvenirs of death in the basket around, smiling without emotion. I think I should be crazy and hungry. Yes, I'm crazy. When memento mori met me for the second time, when blood oozed from my fingertips, I only felt unprecedented pleasure. Who will clean up the mess and piece it together to get to know me more completely? You won't, will you?
But my pen club. It silently bears the weight of my palm and slowly licks the wound of my fingertip. So I say my pen is a fool of my level, but I'm not using it alone.
I am not alone. My pen whispered to me. I tried to smile sweetly at it: In order to make my pen dance alone better, I will cheer up and chase my dream.
In my dream, as a freelance writer, I walked to the Netherlands on foot and gently awakened the sleeping beauty.
Outside the dream, the rainbow smiles brightly in the sky, the wind blows gently, and the rainbow is looming, which is a colorful windmill.
I am a little girl who likes to make things by herself. I made lovely glasses, beautiful cartons and pen containers, colorful net bags and so on. Among them, the dream windmill I just made not long ago left the deepest impression on me. Because I worked hard to make this dream windmill. There are many things to prepare for a dream windmill. There are scissors, thumbtacks, straws and a piece of colored paper.
Colored paper is prepared for us by the school, and straight and dotted lines have been drawn on it. Cut it along the line and fold it. I carefully cut the windmill along a straight line first, and then fill in my dream on the windmill. When I was filling in my dream, every painting was carefully written, for fear that poor writing would affect the beauty of the windmill. After cutting the windmill and filling in the dream, it's time to fold the windmill. I folded the corner of the windmill to the middle point. But no matter how you fold it, the shape of the windmill is very strange. I was surprised and thought: Is there something wrong with this paper? I studied the paper in my hand for a long time, and finally found the problem: I cut a few knives less! I just cut off the few knives I cut, and then I folded them. This is finally right! Next, what I want to do is: nail the windmill to the straw. This step is relatively simple. I tied the thumbtack at the center of the windmill, and it was accurate. I see the shape of a windmill coming out! Finally, I nailed the nail that nailed the windmill to the straw, and a windmill was finally completed! I took my windmill to the small garden. A breeze blew, and my dream windmill turned several times and suddenly fell down! I picked up the windmill and nailed it firmly again. Another gust of wind, my dream windmill quickly turned around.
I'm glad to see it. Perhaps this is the joy of success. After some efforts, I not only made my dream windmill, but also realized the joy of success and understood that nothing can be smooth sailing. Only when we bravely overcome difficulties can we succeed.
Holland is a country of windmills. When the wind comes, all the windmills will turn with it. The wind is the messenger of freedom, which not only brings power to the windmill, but also brings hope.
Kk and I are both children who like freedom. We like windmills in Holland. When we know that everyone has the same idea, we meet on a sunny day, standing on the land of Holland together, watching large tracts of tulips and watching herds of cows.
So, we began to scrimp and save, in order to realize our wishes early; So we began to count the days. When we saw the pages of the calendar torn off, we seemed to see the windmill waving to us. This is the so-called waiting, little expectation mixed with little helplessness.
In our spare time, we will look up all the information about the Netherlands and learn about this dream country. We will sit together and recite all kinds of tulips so that we can recognize them at a glance; In order to understand the principle of wind power generation, we will learn difficult physics. Fourteen-and fifteen-year-old children are very simple, and we always think that waiting will have results.
However, you left the country earlier than expected, but your destination is not Holland, but Munich. You must stay in that place full of cold blue lakes for four years or more. I don't know what to say to make you feel less sad; I don't know what to say to fill my missing mood. I know better than anyone that life is different from games. All the pains in my heart will always be reminded in time, so that I can no longer deceive myself.
When I smile at the windmill, when I stand in colorful tulips, when the sunset lengthens my shadow, why do I feel that this is not the happiness I want? When I walk in Van Gogh's hometown, when I cross the street, when I stand on a high mountain, why do I feel that this is not what I am waiting for?
If you are used to waiting for two people, will you be afraid of loneliness? A group of children are running happily, singing and singing songs about windmills:
Bend down in the wheat field and fish gently. The whole valley is full of bagpipers.
I am dumb, listening to legends and fairy tales.
The windmill in the distance tells from a distance.
That happiness is full of harvest in late autumn.
The windmill kept turning in the breeze. Just like life, you want to move on, and eventually you will.
It's in place. It suddenly dawned on me that life is nothing more than drawing water from a bamboo basket-with a sieve.
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white
I've always liked this pure white. Quiet, there is almost no impurity. There is a hazy beauty.
I like snow because I like white.
That year, the biggest snow ever fell. Snow covered everything, slightly glowing green leaves. Just like my heart, it was full of vitality, but later, it seemed to be suppressed by something.
This white color is a bit out of reach for my eyes. I can only reach out at home and let the crystal snowflakes fall and melt in my palm. My cousin plays happily and freely in the snow. I'm suddenly very
I can laugh if I want to play.
Then close the door and plunge into the windmill again.
White windmills are never sold in the market, only colorful windmills. I don't like that vulgar collocation.
Therefore, I have treasured the white windmill made in the handicraft class for a long time. The windmill is made of clean white paper with my crooked first-grade name written on it, and the teacher next to it marked "You" with a red pen. That makes me proud of "Excellence".
On snowy days, I am busy finishing a lot of homework assigned by my teacher.
My cousin happily showed me the snowman she made downstairs. I looked at the window and saw nothing.
But I said, it's beautiful.
My cousin ran down with the white windmill I put on the table.
I looked down and finally found a white windmill on my cousin's snowman.
Cousin tried hard to blow the car, and the windmill turned slowly. ...
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I finally got my wish and became a senior one student in a key middle school.
So, I became the original first-year student again.