For the sixth grade composition 1 "Hua, Hua" walking, a harsh and noisy voice disturbed my dream, to be honest, the taste of stopping me from dreaming was really unbearable! I took a nap and glanced at the alarm clock. It's 6: 30, it's already dawn, and the rain has stopped. It must be comfortable to go out for a walk at this time. I took a deep breath when I went downstairs. The fresh air smells good! The air is mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers, the delicacy of grass and the sweetness of dew. Dewdrops on the faces of grass and flowers are crystal clear, and dewdrops make them look more vibrant.
Go out of the square and rest in a gazebo. Listen, the bird is standing on the branch and singing to me happily! I looked up for the singing bird. I saw its slender legs and feet clutching the branches, and its small head was crooked. I looked at it stupefied around the tree and bumped into a foreigner without noticing it. Instinctively, I quickly apologized in Chinese: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?"
She cocked her head, frowned and looked puzzled. I was confused before I realized it, so I quickly communicated with her in my Kung Fu English. In order to communicate smoothly, I took out my mobile phone in my bag and opened a translation software. After a while, we chatted freely.
After a short communication, I invited her to my home, and she happily agreed. When I met my parents, she greeted them warmly in English. My parents were startled by this sudden visitor. They asked, "How do you know each other, son?" Can you make her speak Chinese? "
Our whole family went into battle and talked for a long time. Feng Da said, "Teacher!" "I looked puzzled and asked with software," What? What teacher? " She said, "I can be your foreign language teacher. Would you like to be my Chinese teacher? " I whispered to my mother that with the consent of my parents, we got to know each other as "teachers".
After having a foreign friend Windy, my English level has soared, and she is also very grateful to me for teaching her Chinese.
Walking well, breathing fresh air, making every day full of vitality, walking well, let me know a mentor!
Walking in summer, it is hot, but it is a happy season for small animals. Frogs, cicadas, crickets, toads ... often come out at night to enjoy the cool and have fun.
After dinner that day, I invited some classmates to go out for a walk and chat. We came to a newly-built park, where the scenery is very beautiful. However, just after walking for a while, we have different views. Some people say, go near that road; Some people say that it is better to go further that way, because there is a dog that is closer that way, which is terrible. I said, "let's go to the next road, because there is a dog on that road, which can exercise our courage." Besides, the dog is tied and can't bite you! " They were speechless and had to agree to take a shortcut.
When we walked to that road, there was a clear river, green trees and colorful lanterns on the side of the road. It's beautiful. We walked and watched the scenery, and everyone was very happy. Among us, I am the most naughty. When I see a tree that I can climb, I will climb it to play. My companion reminded me to be careful not to fall. Listening to their kind reminders, I felt very gratified and said to myself, "It's good to have friends!" " "
Soon, we came to a small pavilion, chatted in the pavilion for a while, and then came out. After coming out of the pavilion, we still walked and talked. It's a little dark at this time, and things on the road can't be seen clearly. Walking, I saw a dark thing on the road, thought it was a stone, and went through it. But my companions, one of whom is "stepping on a stone". I just heard "ouch!" With a cry, everyone was startled by her shouts. It turned out that the so-called "stone" was a toad, and it was soft to step on, which frightened the companions who stepped on it. When we passed by, this guy had already jumped away.
They were all scared silly, patting their chests, and the companions who stepped on them almost cried. I quickly comforted her: "Okay, okay, don't be afraid, and don't be sad. Look at me. I was scared, too, but I soon recovered. Forget it. Everyone comforts themselves, ok! "
Finally, it all recovered. ……
Walking with peers, there are joys, fears and sorrows, but more interesting!
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? Think of Su Shi's poems and look at the calendar. Look at the big bright disk outside the window. Every year is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and now it is the Mid-Autumn Festival. We can't expect. The bright moonlight seems to invite me to walk with him. Looking up at the sky, today's full moon is particularly bright, like a bright mirror, hanging high in the air, like a transparent crystal, shining with the light of a key; Moonlight is like water, and moonlight is like practice. There are 12 full moons a year. Only this time, the moon is the brightest, and there is a yearning, a concern and a feeling of holding a group. It seems that people pinch their thoughts into a bright moon hanging high in the air. I gladly accepted the invitation of the moon, walked out of my house happily, let the moon wreak havoc on me at will, let him play and touch my whole body, but I willingly gave up my class reunion and after-school life and went for a walk with the moon.
It's so beautiful tonight. The moonlight is like a shadow, following the moon and walking beside the street trees with the moonlight. I saw the moon and the moon flying like shuttles on the street trees. The moonlight is looming among the leaves, as if covered with a layer of white gauze.
Take a walk with the moonlight and come to the flower bed. Flowers in the moonlight are not necessarily rosy faces. They are bright and prosperous during the day and delicate and lively during the day. However, sometimes they are peaceful and quiet, so dull, so beautiful, even more quiet, and bring people a quiet, indifferent and peaceful life. This flower quietly looks up at the sky and stars, much like a dignified and beautiful good man watching the Mid-Autumn Festival, just like a practice in life, which really touched me and the moonlight.
The breeze was blowing gently, and the moonlight and I came to the bridge and looked down at the sparkling water under the bridge. The sky is like an endless sea. At this time, the river is so atmospheric, so elegant and so magical, just like a fairyland. At this moment, I hope this water will turn into nectar, a glass of wine and spend a good time with the moon.
Walking in the moonlight is so pleasant and satisfying. Looking up at the moon like a shadow, far away. This is the beauty of life. Let me hold a handful of moonlight in my heart, let me always remember this wonderful moment and give myself a spiritual baptism. Walking in the moonlight is so beautiful.
A path, two figures, countless footprints, witnessed the passage of time, carrying a deep mother-daughter affection.
In my memory, there is always such a picture: the sun is setting, and on the country road, two long figures are pulled one after another, and laughter is constantly drifting with the wind. It seems that even the wind, birds and butterflies are happy. This is a walk with my mother when I was a child. I am like a free and happy lamb. I always run to my mother happily and let her chase me. I also complain that my mother walks too slowly from time to time, and my mother always reminds me: "Slow down, be careful of falling!" When I am tired of running, I will act like a spoiled brat and let my mother hug me. Sometimes I can't get up in my mother's arms and often laugh. Now, I am tall and grown up. But my mother seems to be getting shorter in my eyes, and her sideburns are a little gray. On a rare weekend, after dinner in the evening, I said I would go for a walk on that path with my mother, and her eyes shone with joy. However, although they walk side by side, more often they are silent, and the two hearts no longer seem so close. Mom, when we are so strangers, when I am so indifferent to you, what makes me stop communicating with you? ...
Mom, you know what? In my memory, you have always been beautiful and kind, combining beauty and quality. But now, walking silently behind you, I find that your back has been slightly bent. Mom, the burden of life has bent your waist, and the ruthless years have dyed your temples white, but you have loved your daughter for more than ten years without realizing it. Time inadvertently flows into a river, separating our mother and daughter on both sides. For more than ten years, I just asked you for it blindly, but I never cared about you; I only know how to talk to my friends, but I never have the patience to listen to you talk about trivial things in life. I only know that I am addicted to my own small world, but I have never paid attention to your inner world; I am getting cold and distant from you. ...
Mom, I'm sorry. Missed too many opportunities to accompany you, missed too many times to accompany you for more than ten years. I took the initiative to go with you, making you so satisfied. In the days to come, I won't let you be lonely, and I won't let you be lonely again.
A path, two figures, countless footprints, I would like to accompany my mother all my life. ...
This path in the dense forest is an extremely quiet path, which is a good place for my father and I to take a walk after dinner. But I've never walked this road alone before-
Dad was not at home then. After dinner, I went for a walk in the jungle alone.
As soon as I set foot on the secluded path in the forest, I was immediately covered by the thick night, and an unspeakable fear of the night came to my mind. I tried my best to stare big eyes and stare at several dim lights in the distance, so I couldn't help but speed up my steps. A gust of evil wind blew and the leaves in the forest rattled. It was like a nocturne played by a ghost in the forest. I couldn't restrain my fear and ran ... at that moment, the trees in the forest, the grass and stones on the roadside. It seems that everything will become all monsters I can imagine in the next moment. I covered my ears, lowered my head and ran as fast as I could. ...
When I ran out of the forest, I could clearly hear my breathing. I spread out my palms, and they were all sweaty. Recalling the scene where I scared myself just now, I felt speechless. Make up your mind, next time, take your time!
I felt calm when I set foot on the path again. Silent night, gently hugged me. I took a deep breath and felt the night with my heart. Pure black, silently transformed into an ink painting, cleverly dissolving the infinite scenery of nature in one color. Slow down, close your eyes and enjoy the beauty of the night-that is, listen to the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves with your ears; That's stepping on a fragrant path full of dirt with your feet. Enjoy the tranquility and gentleness of the night with my heart ... When my heart is silent in the thick night, I finally see through the darkness that is not on the surface and see the real night.
That night was calm, a calm reflection on life and the world in silence. At night, there is no glitz, no light. It can also get rid of all give up and other thoughts. Only at night can life be sublimated into pure thoughts and incisive thinking. Night is a harbor, a place where you can park your thoughts.
When I came from the night, my heart still stayed in the dark Woods. Looking back, the dense trees swayed their branches gently under the breeze, as if they were smiling and singing.
Walk in the dark, feel the beauty of the night with your heart, and taste the taste … In fact, the night is also beautiful, as long as you have a bright heart.
Walking, what a simple sentence, but in that walk, I realized my grandmother's love for me. -inscription
Mom and dad are out these days, and grandma is taking care of them at home. Taking advantage of this free and beautiful time, I want to go out with my grandmother.
When we arrived at the park, my grandmother and I couldn't help being attracted by the scenery in front of us. Look! Camellia smiles, and more than a dozen heart-shaped petals are layered, fragrant and cheerful. Some of them hang around their waists and open their mouths, as if singing the arrival of spring with sweet voices, and some are embedded among branches, as if gathering strength to meet challenges; Others cover half their faces with green leaves, looking shy, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with me ... it's really interesting. Cherry blossoms are so charming. Walking to the front of the cherry tree, a fragrance came to the nose. A vibrant cherry tree has beautiful flowers. Cherry blossoms have five petals, the size of copper coins, like cute little bells. A gust of wind blew, cherry blossoms showed a gentle dance to the earth, and naughty dew rolled down. What a beautiful picture! This gentle and lovely scenery in spring seems to show me a tenacious spring, driving away the cold winter, making people feel warm, but being bullied by summer. From this moment on, I felt the greatness of spring, the glory of spring, and the truth of spring coming!
I helped my grandmother, whose legs and feet were inconvenient, and walked on. At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened and a few dark clouds slowly covered the sky. "Not good! Rain is coming! " Grandma said. In an instant, lightning tore through the sky, and a thunderbolt fell, as if the whole sky had been split in half. I looked at the sky and suddenly it began to rain. Raindrops as big as soybeans hit my face like knives. It hurts! Suddenly I feel much warmer and less cold. I looked at it. It turned out that my grandmother put on my coat. A sick grandmother gave me her coat regardless of her own safety. My heart hurts a little. No, my grandmother can't do it anymore. I want to get rid of this warm and unforgettable coat. But just as I broke away from my coat, my grandmother hugged me tighter and gave me a kind smile. On her wrinkled face, I saw the approaching years and her great concern for me. My heart has not softened, and a tear keeps spinning in my eyes. At that moment, I was so warm, so warm.
This walk made me see grandma's love for me, and that smile made me feel warm.
Walking in the evening of summer vacation, we started our hiking trip against the little lights under the street lamps. ...
Walking through the winding path, I saw a mirror-like river. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the crystal clear water, spreading a layer of gold on the calm water; The leaves of willows by the river fluttered in the wind and danced for the river girl, which seemed to have a unique flavor; Xia Hong in the sky dyed the sky red, making it red and bright, without reducing the scenery when the sun was shining; The river is sparkling, a breeze blows, and the water surface is in various forms, like a beautiful picture scroll, which makes people unable to bear to destroy this beautiful scenery.
Along the neat willow queue, I saw the magnificent Century Square. Lights are everywhere, especially bright, like an ocean of lights; The majestic light of the century is particularly conspicuous and dazzling in the starlight, which can be compared with the bright lighthouse; People come and go in the square, mostly people who love sports. They are excited to jump rope, run and play Tai Ji Chuan together, and enjoy the fun of sports together. At night, accompanied by passionate music, the music fountain rises slowly, and the long water column dances rhythmically in the air, which is particularly eye-catching and attracts an endless stream of onlookers.
Under the guidance of the bright moon, we came to Xiushan Park. In front of the park, several elderly aunts walked at a brisk pace and danced beautifully, with vigorous figures and myriad manners; In the pavilion, several old people are talking about interesting topics happily, driving away sweat with cattail leaf fans in their hands, and everyone is happy; All kinds of trees are performing happily, swaying their graceful bodies and dancing the beautiful songs of "shalala, shalala", offering wonderful performances for pedestrians; Birds returning to the nest at night fly back to the nest one after another, chirping and accompanied by trees, which is particularly beautiful.
It was late at night, and we began to return. Along the way, I saw the spectacular Grand Theatre. There are wonderful performances in the grand theater, and the lights outside are staggered and changing in various colors, which is mysterious; In the square directly in front, children are playing in groups of three or five, tearing famous brands, cycling and roller skating ... You see, under the dazzling light, a group of children are skillfully controlling roller skates. Sometimes open your arms; Sometimes hands are crossed behind your back; Sometimes squatting, rushing forward quickly, passing like a gust of wind; I twisted my body from time to time and turned around gently, successfully bypassing obstacles. With the alternating footsteps, they left a string of pulley music full of laughter in the square. ...
We ended our evening walk, but the joy of walking still accompanied us to sleep. ...
There is a quiet hillside at the back door of grandma's house.
When I was a child, my parents were away for a long time, so I gave them to my grandmother to take care of. Every morning, I go there for a walk with my grandmother. The whole hillside is lush and green, and the fog that has not been dispersed before is like elegant silk, which is wrapped around its waist.
In high spirits, I always rushed to wait for a while, enjoying the coolness of the wind blowing across my face, completely forgetting grandma's cry, until I was exhausted, I stopped, bent down and gasped there. At this time, my grandmother also trotted to my side. When she saw me like this, she shook her head helplessly and said with a smile, "You child, you are tired. Why are you running so impatient? " Then I gently poked my forehead with my finger. After I had enough rest, I slowly stepped forward. Her slightly rough but extremely warm big hand held my slightly immature and white little hand.
I still remember one morning after the rain, the air was filled with the fragrance of earth, and grandma accompanied me to the back hill for a walk. Because of the rain, the gravel road became smooth and bright. I'm like a naughty little monkey running around in this mountain forest. I accidentally fell down and my knee hurts. When my grandmother saw this, her eyes were full of anxiety. She helped me up. Then I bent down and climbed up her thin and strong back. When I got home, my grandmother carefully prescribed medicine for me, and I didn't forget to help my elderly grandmother beat her waist.
Time slips away from my fingers bit by bit like tiny gravel. In a blink of an eye, I have reached the middle school age.
Not long ago, I went back to visit my grandmother. My grandmother has aged a lot, her waist has been bent and deformed, and her forehead is covered with wrinkles and valleys, like a big bark. However, she always has a kind smile on her face, that's all.
After dinner, my grandmother and I went for a walk in the back hill. Rape flowers in terraced fields on the hillside are blooming one after another. Yellow rape flowers are layered on this patchwork hillside. The breeze blew, and layers of golden waves surged in, flashing waves of light under the sunlight. Walking through the sea of flowers, I obviously felt grandma's weakness. She hunched over and staggered. I quietly slowed down and waited for grandma, just like grandma stopped to look back every few steps and raised a smiling face to urge me to look around: "Good grandson, come here quickly."
In the brilliant afterglow, I helped my grandmother walk back slowly, and those two pairs of warm hands were holding each other, overlapping vague memories.
This hillside, because of my grandmother, is full of warm memories.
Take a walk. Give your brain a vacation and let it take a walk.
Listening to the tinkling sound of the spring, I feel that the years are quiet.
Stepping on the soft soil in the mountains and smelling the faint flowers, I feel like a sailboat full of fresh wind and full of pleasure. Gently open the green branches and leaves with your hands, and a clear spring comes quietly. The spring water is like a soaked crystal, shining in the sun. Approaching to listen, ding-dong, ding-dong, it is the spring water that welcomes my visit and sings happily, and my mood has become relaxed and happy from the previous tension and depression. Those complicated trifles and inexplicable troubles were left behind by me. Here, I want to give my mind a holiday and enjoy the quiet beauty of time.
Take the mountain road and enjoy the melodious time.
In the evening, my mother and I walked along the mountain road together. The afterglow shines obliquely on the winding path in the mountains, stretching our figure very long. My mother looked at me happily and stroked my braid. I looked up at my mother and saw that her long black hair had turned gray. In the bloody sunset, my mother took my hand and walked along this rugged path, but I couldn't see a trace of sadness. Her words and deeds are full of joy and hope. My mother told me not to worry only about the shortness of time, but to live up to this wonderful time. Savor the beauty of life carefully, and what time is short? Time makes people old, but the years are melodious like songs. I want to walk like this with my mother all the time.
Watching the rain hit the branches and sighing at the beautiful scenery.
Put down your heavy schoolbag, let your mind go for a walk, and a rainy scene will be displayed in front of you. When you are in a good mood, you will no longer sigh that the rain hits the banana, and so will the moonlight stars. Just like in front of my eyes, the flowers bred on the branches after the heavy rain last night have been fragmented tonight. Suddenly I looked up, and there were several intact flowers, standing high against the morning light. Their lips parted as if to tell us what happened last night: the wind and rain were so raging, but I was still there. I want to blossom, and no one wants to stop it! Seeing this scene, my mind also has a kind of clarity after being washed-the original suffering is also wealth. With this mentality, why yearn for the spring rain that "sneaked into the night with the wind and moistened things silently"? Let go of all the heavy burdens, face the wind and rain with relief, and you will show a beautiful scenery in your spiritual journey.
Give your brain a vacation and let it take a walk.
As long as there is hope in your heart and sunshine ahead, your years will be quiet, your time will be melodious, your years will be like flowers, and everything will become a beautiful picture!
Give your brain a vacation and let it take a walk.