In the jewelry factory, there is a box of pearls waiting to be processed. I don't know who was brave enough to throw a fisheye into the box.
Fisheye saw many identical "brothers" in it. "Hello, brothers," he said. A pearl "brother" said, "well, new here, are you a pearl, too?" "Yes, I am a good pearl!" The fish's eyes proudly blew up the cow. "I was bought at a high price." He said, rolling his eyes: "I tell you, I am a rarity in the sea, and you are nothing!" " "
When fisheye was blowing selflessly, suddenly a big hand grabbed him out without stint, and a voice came from fisheye: "Isn't this fisheye?" How can it be mixed in pearls! "Said the man, while throwing the fisheye into the trash can next to him.
Fish saw a lot of fish in the trash can, only to see them frowning and crying, and asked why. One of them sighed and said, "Hey! Who told us that we are obviously fish, but we have to desperately say that we are pearls? "
Time flies, and the Spring Festival has passed inadvertently. Send away the winter vacation and welcome the new semester! On the first day of school, I walked into the classroom and saw that all my classmates had arrived. The teacher announced that the team will be changed again this semester, and I really hope to adjust to my good players. However, to my disappointment, all the students who transferred to our group were listless, and one of them had a bad relationship with me since junior high school. I almost cried. Why is this? Why is this?
I hardly listened to anything in the first class, and my mind kept thinking about what our group would be like in the future. There is an indescribable bitterness in my heart, which confirmed my concern in later activities. This group has put a lot of pressure on me and made me upset. I don't know why.
I have many dreams. Do you want me to throw them away just because of this group? No, I want to cheer up and try to finish my dream! My dream is the future of my motherland. Let's work hard for the greater prosperity of the motherland and the greater happiness of the people and realize our dreams.
My brother's name is Li Jinyi. He is seven years old. He is smart and cute, but he is usually too headstrong, so I nicknamed him "Li headstrong".
Once, I went to my brother's house to play, and his mother was very enthusiastic about me. At this moment, my brother came over and sat quietly beside me. I picked up a candy given to me by his mother. He quickly took it and scratched his mouth and said to me, "This is my candy. Stop eating. " He put all the sweets on the table into the bag. He pushed me out of the door and said to me, "Hurry up, hurry up." His mother is watching, and there is nothing I can do about him.
On another occasion, my brother and I went to Huayi Square and had a good time. My brother will take a bus at this time, I'm not sure. He asked again and again, but I still didn't promise him. At this time, my brother's stubbornness broke out again and hit me in the stomach with both hands. I am in great pain and have to agree with him.
Alas! This is my wayward brother, and I can't do anything about him. I hope he can get rid of this wayward stubbornness and become a good son of parents, a good brother among brothers and sisters, a good student of teachers and a good example among classmates.
I always thought that now, the life of the elderly is becoming more and more colorful, and recalling the past is no longer a lonely lamp. No, my point of view was well verified today.
Going to the park early in the morning, I saw a group of people, mostly white-haired old people, running over to watch. It turned out to be a small music party. Several old people are playing various musical instruments, including flute, pipa and erhu, some of which can't be named. The conductor is also an old man, tall and thin. With the shaking of the commanding arm, the white hair on his head is also dancing smartly. This situation suddenly reminds me of karajan, which is really similar.
The content of the music is varied. Originally a graceful Peking opera, it was later changed into a high-pitched and sad Bangzi opera, and soon became an elegant and exquisite Kunqu opera. There are various ways, each person only sings one song and takes turns to go into battle. Everyone is very devoted, singing very attentively, speaking clearly and looking more radiant. The audience also sang softly and listened slowly, and it was peaceful. They didn't applaud, and everyone's hearts were gathered together by music and forgot their existence.
In the late Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin once issued a pessimistic lament that "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night". But today, I want to change a few words to make it closer to the wonderful life of the elderly now, and that is: "Seeing the sun, despite its glory, the scenery in the evening is better!" "
The excellent composition of grade seven in May is 300 words, which is really beautiful!
Today, I went to my grandmother's house. My grandmother's family has many fields. The fields are full of rice. When the wind blows, rice makes a beautiful sound, just like the tune of nature. In the field, the farmer's uncle was busy harvesting, and a drop of sweat ran down his smiling face. It seems that they are very happy. In autumn, the fruits on the trees are all ripe, and many people pick them in baskets. The fruit seems to say, "Pick me, pick me, I am mature." I also picked a fruit and tasted it. The fruit is so sweet! From a distance, the sun shines on the ripe fruits, just like small lanterns, flashing. Autumn is coming, and the leaves have all kinds of colors, including red, green, golden yellow and purple ... If it looks like a box of colorful pigments in the distance, it will dye the earth colorful, just like the earth wearing bright clothes. The autumn wind blows, and the leaves all over the mountain dance in the air like colorful butterflies, just like a little girl dancing ballet in the valley.
Autumn rain and breeze are like kissing my face. Sasha vujacic and Xiaoyu are singing beautiful songs, and the wind is like her partner. The beautiful scenery attracted me and made me forget the time to go home. I really want to say to autumn: "autumn, you are so beautiful!" " "
Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I will be promoted to Grade Two, and the time for Grade One seems to have started from yesterday.
In the seventh grade, I met many classmates I had never met before, and several teachers. They brought me the same atmosphere as before, made me feel that our class was happy and a positive class group, which gave me the motivation to learn more knowledge.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, the year of the seventh grade will pass, leaving only two months of summer vacation. Looking back on the seventh grade, we can say that every taste is bittersweet. I can't forget the happiness brought by the class group and the knowledge I gained in the class group!
The seventh grade is my first year in junior high school, and it is also a special year for me. In this year, I gained a lot, not only knowledge, but also friendship, which made me understand what unity is, how to achieve unity and let the whole class unite as one.
The year of the seventh grade was unforgettable for me. Because in this year, including our joy, sadness, sorrow, pain ... There are many irreplaceable things. Just because of this year, I grew up, I gained, I was happy and I was sad. It seems that in this year, I really grew up and really understood what real growth is. I have never felt that time passed so quickly. The first day passed in a blink of an eye.
In the seventh grade, I gained a lot, but I am looking forward to what I will gain in the eighth grade!
My name is xxx, and I am cheerful and enthusiastic. Stepping into the junior high school campus, I dare not slack off in my studies. With the care and help of teachers and classmates, my grades have made great progress.
At present, he is responsible for supervising the students on duty and the study group leader. Of course, I also have many shortcomings: fun, timid, afraid to speak in class and so on. I will try my best to get rid of my shortcomings. Please give me your advice.
I like reading very much. Because reading can not only enrich knowledge, but also enrich yourself. In a word, reading useful books has countless benefits. "If you read a book a hundred times, you will understand its meaning." This is my motto. I read too much, read too much, and think too much. Now I am an out-and-out "book lover". After school, I am also interested in sports. In my spare time, I often play badminton and basketball. I also love working. I can take an active part in labor and finish it carefully. My ideal is to be a painter and record beautiful moments. I still have a kind heart. I like helping others. I can feel happy from it.
This is me, a warm, cheerful and lively boy.
My hometown is in Linqu, which is a beautiful place with charming scenery.
In spring, the drizzle covered the earth with a layer of gauze, and the drizzle was like silk. Beautiful Moon Lake, with beautiful flowers and green grass, is very beautiful.
In summer, the sun is like fire. Standing on the snow bridge in Laolongwan, a cool breeze blew into my bone marrow. In the green bamboo forest, there is a place to relax and enjoy the cool. Watch the fish play in the water; Watching the children chase and fight; Looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance is really charming.
Autumn is the season for tourists to visit Shimenfang. The flaming maple leaves on the mountain waved to us, as if welcoming guests from afar here. Maple leaf image? The trail of xianmiao was stirred down? What about school? Is the crane looking forward to crossing the road? What's the matter with you? Why didn't you tell me Angfei just collapsed? What's the matter with you? Let's get the sword.
In winter, the purest and most beautiful snowflakes are floating in the sky, and the pines and cypresses are covered with various kinds of white silver bars, as if welcoming the seven fairies. In several heavy snows, the looming pavilions add a bit of amorous feelings to the winter in Linqu.
I love my hometown-Linqu. Formed a natural ink painting.
Excellent composition in grade seven: 300 words 9 Mr Hugo:
I read your letter to Captain Butler, which really made me feel the value of your quality. What is valuable about it is that you don't take a narrow nationalist stance, but speak from the standpoint of all mankind. You can distinguish between the government and the people. "The government can be a robber sometimes, but the people will never be robbers." The bandit government cannot represent the people, and the French people are friendly to the people of China. Burning and looting Yuanmingyuan is a crime of the British and French governments. It takes a lot of courage for you to stand on the side of the people and protest against the crimes committed by the French government.
It is also valuable because you cherish the achievements of human civilization and respect the creators of human civilization. You pointed out that "everything created by time belongs to human beings." This view is correct. Yuanmingyuan is a treasure of China culture and belongs to the East and the world. You praised the cultural and artistic value of Yuanmingyuan and praised the Chinese nation as a superhuman nation. Your letter to Captain Butler not only expressed your regret over the destruction of Yuanmingyuan, but also expressed your respect for the people of China.
Sir, I understand that the history of humiliation warns us that we will be beaten if we fall behind. For the brilliant future of China, I will redouble my efforts to become a pillar of the country.
I am here to convey
Salute!
Thank you, dear mother, for raising me, for washing my clothes with cold water every day, and for taking pains to check my homework every day.
Mom, I still remember when I was a child, because I was often sick, I asked you to run from east to west. Besides, my father has been wandering for many years and can't come back. You have to hold me in one hand and salt water in the other. I'm tired, but you never cry.
Every day, my mother has endless clothes to wash. I remember that my mother's hands were red with cold water in winter, but my mother didn't say anything too cold to me.
In the evening, you took pains to help me check my homework. The night before the exam, my mother stayed up late to review for me and found out the wrong questions one by one. Yes! Every mother wishes her children "sesame blossoms are rising day by day", but every time I fail the exam because of carelessness, I let my mother down!
Mom, I'm sorry. I will definitely correct this mistake, stop being careless and become a good boy in my mother's heart.