One day when I wrote my poem into my fourth grade (1 article), I returned to my hometown, and suddenly there came a voice, a melodious voice, which was the cry of birds.
In our daily life, birds can be seen everywhere, and birds can be heard everywhere. Birds live in the same world as us, but they have different ideas. Birds may just fly into the blue sky, while humans have complex ambitions, such as selfishness. It would be nice if people could be as innocent as birds.
The songs of birds are colorful. If you listen to birds in the forest, it's like listening to a "concert". I like birds, but I prefer their songs.
Bird's voice has many meanings, such as cuckoo, its crisp voice: cuckoo, cuckoo. I don't think the implication of this cry is hard to hear. It may mean: grow grain, grow grain. What did you say?/Sorry? There are also some birds that sing regularly. For example, I have heard of them. I use letters to mean "ab, ab, cab". Do you think it is interesting?
The language of birds is colorful and full of vitality. The magical bird talk is strange and unpredictable.
Write poetry into life. Fourth grade (Chapter 2) What do you live for? After all, the reality is too cruel, life is too hard, everything is possible, dreams may not be realized, and expectations may not be realized. The fierce competition in the real society forces many people to stay up late for their livelihood. How many people suffer in the face of this natural law of the jungle, and they can't taste the sour and spicy.
When I was thinking hard, it was a small, mosquito-like mouthparts and an unknown bug like a beetle that told me the answer.
Quiet summer night is a good time for summer vacation. The night sky is very quiet, too. I think the birds have gone to relax! A thinker in the room stood quietly. I have been thinking about life for two or three hours. I am an impatient person. Obviously, by this time, I was bored as a bee. In addition, the unknown insects in front of me are shaking, adding fuel to the fire. My eyes sparkled with uncontrollable anger. I picked up a piece of toilet paper and wrapped it layer by layer. Pinch it around maliciously, think it's dead, and throw it aside.
At this time, I finally had some goals, so I left it alone.
Finally, when I was about to fall asleep, I noticed the paper ball again. I peeled it off gently and saw that the worm with the shell was not bloody, but there was still a breath left, struggling out from the fingertips. Let it accept its most tragic fate! Just thinking like this makes me feel a little nervous. Hesitated again.
Can it have any other fate?
So I threw it out the door and let it go. Its fate changed because of me. Fate is not immutable. It is precisely because of this fickle fate that tomorrow is so charming. Because of the countless possibilities of fate, life is worthy of the love of so many saints in ancient times. If there is no hard body, how can you stand the squeeze of life? Roman Roland said that there is only one kind of heroism in life, that is, to love life after knowing the truth of life. I will face the sea with surging emotions, cry alone in the face of the sunset, be moved by the beautiful snowflakes in winter, and look forward to the possibility of tomorrow.
The development of science and technology to write poems into life has brought great convenience to our lives, and people's lives are also more convenient and comfortable. I learned about people's previous lifestyles from books, and I was even more amazed at the current speed of scientific and technological development.
Take traffic as an example. In the past, people lived a simple and hard life. The carriage should be the only means of transportation, but it is expensive and can only be used by wealthy families. Ordinary people can only choose to walk, and the longest road is also one step at a time, hard and persistent. Now that technology is developed, there are more means of transportation, such as running on the ground, swimming in the water and flying in the sky. Which one is not trying to get everyone to their destination as soon as possible, saving time and getting safer and safer. How can all this not make people ecstatic
Looking at medical care again, a small cold and fever can kill people, and people's lives can't be reliably guaranteed, which not only makes people lament the fragility of life. Nowadays, with the continuous development of medical care, human life expectancy is 30 years longer than that of ancient times. Look at this amazing figure, we should be grateful for the development of science and technology, which gives us more opportunities and time to enjoy life and feel nature.
Finally, let's take a look at the earth-shaking changes in trivial life. In the hot summer, there is a pleasant cool breeze in the room, which even the ancient emperor never enjoyed. Now, every family is like this. The hands used to wash clothes in winter are red, swollen and rough. Now the machine has replaced you. Just put the clothes in the washing machine, wash them for you and hang them for you to wear. All kinds of machines have liberated people's hands and made people's lives more comfortable and relaxed, all thanks to the development of science and technology.
Look at these jaw-dropping changes, why don't we study hard and try to make technology more magical and life more convenient!
Writing poetry into the fourth grade holiday, my parents and I went back to our hometown in the countryside. My hometown is Xingning, located in the northeast of Guangdong Province, in a small village in the mountains.
Life there is very interesting. After breakfast in the morning, the first thing is of course to sweep the grave. Everyone was walking on a path in the mountains, walking and walking, and finally arrived. My relatives have started to work. Some cut the grass around with sickles, some set firecrackers and incense sticks, and some swept the surrounding ground clean. I want to help too. My mother gave me a broom. I quickly took it and cleaned the leaves on the ground. After packing, I took some incense sticks, lit them by the fire, bowed down, and then put them on the incense table. Then I went to set off firecrackers. Holding a stick of incense in my hand, I walked up to the firecrackers and lit them carefully. Not long after, sparks suddenly appeared on the head of firecrackers. I was shocked. As I ran back, I shouted: It's on! It's burning! The firecrackers were so loud that I was almost deaf. After sweeping the grave, we went home for lunch.
At noon, I heard adults say that they would have a barbecue at night. I have been looking forward to it for a long time, hoping that the night will come soon. I found that time is my enemy. The faster I try, the slower I will be. Waiting, waiting, expecting, the night has finally arrived. The adults set up a barbecue grill in the yard, and our children strung sausages and chicken wings beside them. Finally, the delicious kebab was baked and we ate it.
After eating, my brothers and I set off fireworks. With a bang, fireworks flew into the sky. Wow! It actually changed from a bud to a bright, colorful and huge flower. Suddenly, the sky became colorful and the stars were eclipsed. How beautiful!
Country life is really interesting!
Writing Poems into Life Composition (Chapter 5) When you relax your straight face into a smiling face, you will suddenly feel that everything is so beautiful. Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
Smile may be a very sweet thing, and the world full of smiles is always full of happiness, strength, wisdom and love.
When three Chinese astronauts smiled and waved to our blue planet in Tiangong-1, the profound interpretation of that smile was that we were extremely proud of our motherland.
When a newborn baby smiles in its mother's arms, that warmth is a longing and touching for life. When a climber is exhausted and resting in the mountain, the smile on his face is the spirit of not being afraid or weak in the face of difficulties.
Do you know that nature is smiling?
When the spring breeze blows, when birds sing in the treetops, when the sun shines quietly on the colorful mountain roads through the forest, isn't this the smile of the forest?
On a hot summer day, frogs jumped into the pool, rippling on the water surface and shaking the lotus flowers in the pool. This is the smile of the pool.
People in the water town docked their boats in the river covered with duckweed, and rows of boats formed a crescent moon. Isn't this the smile of the river?
Harvest autumn, a breeze blowing, blowing golden rice fields, rice fields dancing with the wind. This forms the smile of the field with a bumper harvest in sight.
In the warm winter sun, standing in front of the door and looking at the distant mountains, the snow-capped mountains in Qian Qiu in Du Fu's poems are just a scene of Jinshan in Rizhao. Oh, my God! Isn't that the smile of Dashan?
Everything in the world will smile, maybe it has no life, but various reasons will make it smile, and when it smiles, it has life.
Smile, let us inadvertently discover more beautiful world; Smile is a wonderful language, a tribute to love, and it's good to open your heart!
If I can travel through time and space, I would like to go back to the village where my grandfather lived when he was young and live a simple life. I don't want to be rich, but I just want to live happily every day. How I hope to wake up one day, the world in front of me has changed.
A humble hut, sweet potato fragrance wafted from the side room. Looking out from the curtains, it is still dark and the stars are shining in the sky. It's time to get up!
I rubbed my eyes and walked out of the house. My mother stuffed two steamed buns into my hand: Go and feed the sheep! I went to work by myself. I walked and chewed, one in my hand and the other in my pocket, and set off with the sheep.
I think I may be a naughty shepherd. Every day, I catch sheep on the hillside. I am busy playing with my friends. When you are hungry, you can pick fruit from the tree to eat, and your life is happy and full. When I saw the boys wrestling, I leaned in, but they disliked me. As a result, I killed them at once. Then, I climbed trees and picked fruits with the girls. People's fruit baskets are getting more and more full, but there is not much fruit left, because I eat while picking.
It's getting late, my friends have all gone home, but I'm still lying on the hillside, looking up at the sky, looking at the unpredictable red clouds, and the golden light is scattered all over the earth. As the fiery red clouds recede, I should go home.
The country is my yearning life. There, I don't have to think about composing music, I am free and play the simplest and most primitive games with my friends. Life is so beautiful.
If I can live again, I want to live in the country.
Writing Poems into Life Composition (Chapter 7) My braces life is finally over. I went to the hospital to see my grandmother today. My mother made an appointment with the doctor in advance. I have been wearing braces since I started school last September, and it has been ten months now. I'm really happy with my efforts. If my mother hears this, she will definitely criticize me again. It's definitely not because you are picky about food, don't eat good things or hard things, and spend so much money to repair the door curtain.
Fortunately, when grandma called her mother to report the news, her mother's tone was still pleasant, probably because the doctor was around.
I still feel like I have braces in my head. A thick plastic-like thing was thrust into my mouth by the doctor. The doctor said wearing it would make me sick. This is really right. Then I vomited sour water. I don't know what material it is, but it always smells like medical equipment. My mother can't even tell the difference when she smells it. Every time she washes it with water and puts it in her mouth, only I know the hard work.
Wearing it for more than half a year is really effective. My big die is already protruding, and I almost turned into a big buck tooth. I gave them back my braces. Before that, my baby teeth didn't fall off and my new teeth didn't grow out. This half year is really effective. You can spit out a tooth in your mouth every few days. If I collect them all, I can be a machine gun, and the chug chug is endless.
The doctor left me homework and wore an oral patch to sleep every day, so as not to let me breathe, so as not to shrink my jaw. Then let me eat carrots and eat hard things with my back teeth; There are also tongue-beating exercises to strengthen the development of oral muscles and upper and lower jaws. Let me take notes and check my homework every two months.
This is a piece of music in my mind. It's too difficult for me. Stamp, stamp, stamp, stamp, stamp.
I'm really happy to get rid of braces for a while, and I want to jump out of the hospital.
My mother has started designing recipes for me again. I guess I can eat whatever I want. Oh, dear.
My braces life is also an experience in my life.
In the fourth grade (Article 8), writing poetry into life, I once asked my father what wisdom is and where there is wisdom. My father told me that life is full of wisdom. I didn't quite understand it then.
Once, grandma was preparing lunch in the kitchen, so I stayed there and watched. I saw grandma washing rice, put the washing water aside and went to choose vegetables. I can't help asking: Grandma, the water for washing rice has turned white. Why don't you pour it out?
Taomi water can have many uses! Grandma said that rice washing water can not only wash vegetables, but also wash your face. Have the effect of beauty beauty!
I'm a little dubious about washing my face. At this time, grandma washed vegetables with rice washing water. After washing the vegetables, she watered the flowers with the water. You see, how economical you are to use so much water! Grandma said to me again. In addition to using more water, grandma usually saves some plastic bags as garbage bags. Although grandma doesn't read much, she has her own wisdom in life.
It's not only thrift and wisdom, but also some humble things around us make us more convenient, because of wisdom. Before, I always thought that the silver cushion of Grandpa's battery car was useless, just for the sake of beauty. But in fact, summer will also play a big role, which can keep the cushion from being burned by the sun. Why is this? The teacher said: This is because the mat is silver, the surface is smooth, the reflective ability is particularly strong, and the heat absorption ability is weak, so the temperature rises slowly in the sun. Similarly, the heat absorption capacity of white is weak. Therefore, people like to wear white clothes in summer. These are the forces of wisdom and science.
It turns out that there is wisdom everywhere in life, and the power of wisdom is so powerful! It can not only save resources and protect the environment, but also make our life more convenient. As long as we observe, practice and explore with our hearts, we can find wisdom everywhere!
Writing Poems into the Fourth Grade of Life (Chapter 9) On a hot summer noon, Ann and I made an appointment to meet in the community and catch insects under the jujube trees by the river.
We have prepared nets, jars and shovels. When we arrived at the meeting place, we put the cans on the clean stones, picked up the net bags and began to catch insects. "quick! Come here! " Ann was so anxious that I ran over without stopping. At first sight, it was a scarab! I took the net, settled down and aimed at the target, bang! Yeah! Got it! We quickly put the beetle into the jar and put some leaves it likes to eat. It didn't take us long to catch a few insects.
Just about to move, I found a mantis lying on a stone about two centimeters long. I picked it up and laid it gently on a hidden branch. "Let's go! Let's go If we hadn't seen you, you might have been caught by someone else. Climb the tree quickly, don't hit such an obvious stone! " The little mantis seemed to understand what I said, climbed to the top of the tree with difficulty and soon disappeared. It suddenly occurred to us that these insects are spirits of nature, and we should love and protect them. So we released all the two scarabs and eight cicadas we caught, and watched them spread their wings and fly far away. Through their transparent wings, I saw a series of thin rainbows.
I was lying in my crib at night, and cicadas chirped in my ears. Cicada is flying and singing for us, cicada, cicada, cicada. ...