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I feel happy when I think of it

Many things will disappear over time, but there is only one thing that remains deeply Imprinted in my mind. Every time I think about this, I giggle and even wake up laughing in my sleep.

It was a winter morning. As soon as my father opened the window, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! It snowed so heavily last night! It's so white and beautiful!" As soon as I heard this, I immediately She got excited and said, "It's a rare heavy snowfall. Let's try a snowball fight." But her sleepy mother frowned and said, "It's better not to go out in such a cold weather. Be careful of catching cold." "Oh my God, you're too disappointed. Maybe you don't like snowball fights now, but I haven't played one yet. How can I know the fun of it if I don't experience it myself?" I said unhappily. Dad said with a smile: "Yes, get dressed quickly and let us experience it."

So, we got dressed and went outside. "Wow, it's so beautiful!" I was immediately fascinated by the sight in front of me: the "snow blanket" on the ground, the "cotton batting" on the house, and the "pear blossoms" on the trees. It is exquisitely carved and as white as jade, making people feel like they are in a fairyland. Especially when viewed from a distance, the jade trees and branches, pink makeup and jade carvings are even more beautiful.

Just when I was fascinated, a snowball suddenly flew from a distance, like a stone thrown by a giant hand, and hit me in the face with a "bang". I was so frightened that I lost all my senses. After I calmed down, I realized it was my father. So I angrily took a handful of snow from the ground, quickly rolled it into a ball, and rushed towards my father fiercely. Yeah, it didn't hit. But he was hit by his father again. Looking at my father who was laughing wildly on the side, I really wanted to make a snowball as big as a house and throw him to an alien planet. Angry as hell, I didn't miss my dad's chance to laugh, aimed at his mouth, and pushed forward fiercely. "Haha! Hit it, hit it!" I screamed and jumped, laughing from ear to ear. At this time, Dad's face was covered with white snowflakes, looking like a big tabby cat. But my father was not to be outdone and picked up a ball of snow and threw it at me. I dodged left and right without hitting him. Seeing the helplessness on my father's face, I clapped my hands happily and made a face to my father. He ran wildly on the snow, and his father refused to admit defeat. He picked up a snowball and chased after me. A gust of wind blew, the trees swayed slightly, and the beautiful silver bars seemed to be broken, falling down in the wind. As luck would have it, it all fell on my father who was chasing after me. Dad shook his head and said repeatedly: "Unlucky, unlucky." It made me laugh even more.

Although this incident has happened a long time ago, every time I think about it, I laugh so hard.

Happy family music

Our family holds "concerts" every day, playing different music. These movements record the daily life of my family. "Bell -" the alarm clock rang, and our family music played again:

Chapter 1: Morning Song - Song of Hurry (Before Going to School)

(Performer :My accompanist: Mom)

"My daughter, get up quickly! Look, it's already six forty and you're still sleeping! You're almost late..."

"What? You're about to be late? I haven't combed my hair yet!"

"Okay, okay, you brush your teeth and I'll comb it for you."

"Mom, where is my other sock?"...

Chapter 2: Noon Song - Song of Struggle (After Lunch)

(Performer: Dad, Mom Accompanist: me)

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you running? Why don't you go and review quickly."

"Mom, why are you so nervous? I just finished eating and I’m still holding on.”

“That’s right! It’s just a midterm exam. Why are you so nervous?”

"Oh! As a father, you still help her. It's almost time for the exam, and she doesn't have any sense of urgency yet, so she wants me to worry about it again.

You..."

Chapter 3: Nocturne - Song of Joy (after homework is completed)

(Performers: Dad, Mom, me)

"After I finish my homework, I will send you my umbrella!"

“Okay, daughter, let’s work together this time to beat your father to a pulp.”

“No problem, you two, mother and daughter, just come over here.”… ...

"Dad, isn't it that elephants can't eat mice? What are you doing?"

"Oh, I can't fool you, a clever guy, haha... ..."

"Bang" the light finally turned off, and my music also finished playing the last note of the day - the rest.

My world is very beautiful

I have two worlds, one is the world of family life, and the other is the world of school life.

At home, I have the love of my parents. In life, they care about me and take care of me. They are not afraid of troubles and hardships. They selflessly make contributions and sacrifices for me to the best of their ability. They pave a path for me to bloom, which makes me feel endless happiness from the bottom of my heart. Feel. In terms of study, they encouraged me and supported me. They never severely reprimanded or beat me because of my unsatisfactory test scores. They always guided me and taught me to find out the reasons for my mistakes and helped me make corrections conscientiously. They never put too much mental pressure on me and always stood in the background to cheer me on. They placed their closest and truest emotions on me. I shouldered this emotion, studied hard, and continued to grow, not only to live up to their ardent expectations of me, but also to serve better in the future. motherland. Although at certain times, there were minor frictions, unhappiness, and family "trouble" between us, this was an "alternative" manifestation of our mutual care, and because of this, I felt that it was more real. And perfect family life.

In school, I have the education of teachers and the help of classmates. The teachers are so amiable and respectable, just like my elders and relatives. They not only impart cultural knowledge to me, but also teach me the principles of life. The more I use my brain, the more flexible I am, and my thoughts are becoming more and more mature. Among my classmates, I have several good friends. We discuss problems together, solve difficulties, talk about worries, imagine the future, and care for each other. Once, I encountered the biggest setback so far. I became discouraged and felt that everything in front of me was so bleak. Because I have good friends around me, they give me ideas and solutions, which makes me feel the warmth of the collective and the sincere friendship among my classmates. It makes me understand that when I encounter difficulties and setbacks, I am not alone. So I regained my confidence again. From then on, I became stronger and my mood became brighter. I felt that everything was so beautiful and sunny.

The world of family life and the world of school life constitute my complete world, and my world is very beautiful.

I have you all the way

The long river of time never stops, people always keep moving forward, but they always forget to look back. When Mu Ran looked back, he realized - I have you all the way. .

My memories are like a string of red, one after another, from the past to the present, forming a continuous memory.

When I was young, I always loved to go to my grandma’s house, where there were large tracts of red. By summer, a bunch of red blooms. From a distance, a string of red in the wind looks as hot as a blazing flame. Pick a bunch and look closely, it looks like a bunch of candied haws. Every evening, grandma would hold my young little hand and take me to the fields to see the bunch of reds under the sunset. Grandma always said with a smile: "This bunch of reds has been with us for decades, no matter what life is like outside. It’s so hard, but you can always taste the sweetness here.” As she said that, grandma would pull off a long red core and stuff the white end into my mouth. Sweet." From then on, a bunch of red became my only snack besides sugar.

From then on, I fell in love with this red land. I always run to the fields and pick out a lot of red cores. When I come back, I suck them lovingly. Its sweetness always makes me satisfied and makes me forget all the pain.

Later, when I grew up, I rarely went to grandma’s house, but grandma would bring me a large bunch of red cores every year and told me to finish them as soon as possible, otherwise there would be no sweetness. In the end, my grandma simply moved two pots of a bunch of red plants and planted them in my yard. At that time, I seemed to despise this thing. I was accompanied by delicious potato chips and shrimp crackers, and I seemed to have no memory of it.

That summer, my grandma passed away. I stood in the yard and saw a string of red swaying slightly in the wind. They seemed to be dancers swaying in the wind, without joy or sorrow. Thinking of what my grandma said before she passed away: "Take care of those bunches of red for me, they are a symbol of our increasingly prosperous life." I stepped forward, picked off a piece of flower core, and sucked it. It was so sweet. I laughed, grandma was right, no matter how bitter life is, you can always taste sweetness here.

Dad told me that when he was a child, his family was poor and his grandfather was sick. The burden of the whole family fell on his grandmother's shoulders. But grandma never complained, she always said with a smile: "Look, in such a bitter day, a string of red is still so sweet, why can't we be like it?"

I then understood. What a bunch of red means to me is that it is not only a casual snack when I was a child, but also an example for me to learn in adversity.

My memory was immediately linked to a string of red. Whenever I complained about doing housework, grandma would always give me a string of red cores; whenever I failed in the exam, there would always be a string of red cores to accompany me.

My memory is made up of a string of red strings, one end connected to the past and the other connected to the future.

With you all the way, a string of red.

I have you all the way, my beloved grandma. I think you will smile with joy every time you see a string of red all over the mountains and plains in heaven.

With you all the way

Only with taste can you have true happiness

I once painted a painting called "Life is Like Poetry": an alarm clock (representing time), a smiling face (representing people you care about), a pen (representing work), and a TV (representing leisure). It's poorly drawn, but my point is conveyed. The meaning of painting is to taste happiness in the ordinary.

I often go back and forth between school and home at a speed of 150 meters a minute, but I can't walk like a walk, even if my homework has been completed; I often turn the pages of books very quickly, and the result is nothing more than seeing As a result, I learned nothing; I often catch up on my homework while others are eating, and only after I finish my homework do I realize that I have not gained any happiness...

This is not only a required course for me, but also for most people every day.

But in a hurry, what can we get? Except tired. What do we get when we turn the pages? Except sigh. What can we gain from eating and doing homework like a war? Except for temporary relief.

Do you have any taste? A little bit happy?

Sad! Our answer is "no".

Thinking back to the last time I went on a spring outing, most people felt unhappy and uninterested because they had "been there". In fact, it doesn’t matter where you are going, nor when you are going or when you are coming back. But as long as you are willing, you can also find that a lot of things can be learned from here, and a lot of relaxation can be obtained from here. How much can even the deep feelings and happy memories of our classmates be gained?

Happiness, it turns out to be so simple. Isn’t it a bit fake?

But for a poetic person, he can get up earlier and appreciate the beautiful morning light; he is never eager to see the results, always slowly, slowly; he will Eat well without competing for time to make rice, and even joke with everyone while eating...

Taste comes day and night; taste comes from daily necessities - because what you get is true happiness.

If I could change

If I could change, I would like to become a bird, flying freely in the sky; if I could change, I would also like to become a bird A cloud floats carefree in the blue sky; if I can change, I want to become a little water, because water can benefit mankind. All living things on the earth are inseparable from water. Water is The source of life.

If I were a drop of water, I would come to the building and see a raging fire burning inside. The people trapped in the fire were shouting for help, and the eyes of those who were lucky enough to escape also flashed. With tears. Seeing such a scene, I felt very uncomfortable. I quickly jumped into the sea of ????fire with my friends and fought with the flames. Finally, the fire was put out, people were saved, smiles appeared on their faces, and the property in the building was saved. .

If I were a drop of water, I would come to a poor mountainous area where water shortage is very serious, and see how pitiful the people living there are. How could I sit back and watch? So, without thinking, I called my companions and jumped into the dry well together. When people saw the water in the well, they all came to the well to drink water. The people who lived here were overjoyed and passed by. People also became energetic. I saw all this and felt very happy.

If I were a drop of water, I would come to the fish pond. I saw that the fish pond was almost dry. The fish were struggling desperately in the water, as if to say: "Come and save me." Come on! I'm about to die!" I immediately called my friends over and jumped into the fish pond. The water in the fish pond was soon full, and the fish were swimming happily in the clear water, as if to say: " Thank you! It’s you who give us a chance to be reborn.”

Without water, there would be no life, and without water, there would be no life in the world! What a contribution water can make to mankind! At the same time, as humans, you should also save water. I hope we are all pioneers in saving water.

On the way I grew up

On the way I grew up, there was a person I can never forget. She raised me and gave me the strength to move forward. She—— That's my mother.

Since I was born, my mother has taken good care of me every day and nurtured me with her sweet milk. When I was still a baby, I would lie in the cradle and fall asleep unknowingly to my mother's beautiful lullabies. Under my mother's meticulous care, I grew up like a sapling.

When I was five years old, my mother bought me a brand new bicycle. I couldn’t put it down and danced for joy. I immediately got on the car and started riding. As soon as I got on the car, I fell to the ground. My mother quickly helped me up and said, "Don't be afraid, be brave and keep riding!" My mother's firm and encouraging words gave me more courage. In this way, after falling down again and again, I finally learned to ride a bicycle.

Later, I went to elementary school. I encountered many unsolvable problems in my studies, but I solved them with my mother's help. One time, I was doing my homework, "Why do I write so fast?" I asked myself in surprise and joy. However, the last question stumped me. I racked my brains and thought hard, but I couldn't come up with a solution. So I changed my mind and thought, why not ask my mother? It was too late to say it, but it was fast then. I walked up to my mother who was busy cooking in three steps and asked: "Mom, can you tell me about this problem?" Mom put down what she was doing and said After explaining it to me like this, I suddenly became enlightened and deeply inspired. That's it. With countless inspirations from my mother, my ideas for solving problems have become wider and wider, and my problems have become fewer and fewer.

Now, I am a fifth-grade "college student", but sometimes I am confused. That time, I got 84 points on the math test because of my carelessness. After I got home from school, I reluctantly took out the test paper and handed it to my mother cautiously. Then, as if he had been hit by frost, his head drooped, and his heart was like fifteen buckets - standing there waiting for a "storm" to come. After my mother read the test paper, she gave me a fierce look and said, "Let's forget it this time. We must learn lessons from now on and continue to work hard." I was relieved and took the test paper and went to study. But I couldn't calm down in my heart, and I secretly made up my mind to repay my mother's love for me with excellent results in the future.

On the road to my growth, it was my mother’s caring care and constant encouragement that enabled me to thrive and move forward bravely.

Thank you, Mom!

Silent fatherly love

Time: April 15, 2009 Author: Anonymous Source: Internet resources

Growing up, I thought my father was a stranger , because every morning when I open my eyes, I see my mother, and at night and when I go to bed, I still see my mother. But since I only remembered that incident before I started to remember, I realized that they actually cared about me, but they were just not good at expressing it.

Because I didn’t remember anything at that time, I only vaguely remember it in my mind - that night our family of three finished eating, it was a brightly lit night, and the lights on both sides were brightly lit. The flashing lights were extremely beautiful. I drove a van-like car to take us home. As for me, perhaps because the beautiful lights on both sides were flashing hard, I was as happy as a monkey and kept getting up. As I jumped up and down, my mother said with concern: "Be careful, don't jump, be careful of falling." It was a rare opportunity for me to let go of this opportunity to go crazy, and my mother had no choice but to let me go.

But at this time, maybe Grandpa God deliberately gave me a lesson "Don't run around while sitting in the car". The car in front of our car suddenly stopped, and my dad also because I was unprepared and suddenly hit the brakes. As I was playing behind me, I was thrown to the front and hit a row of buttons in front of the car.

I was frightened by this sudden thing, and then I burst into tears instinctively. My mother also realized what had just happened, and immediately ran over to me and asked me if I was okay.

As for my father, full of anger, he stopped the car and rushed out of the car. In one movement, he ran to the owner of the car in front of him, pulled him out of the car, and cursed (although this behavior was not very civilized, But when people are really angry, they can’t control so much) I almost stopped fighting when I saw this situation. The police came. He asked his father what was going on. He told the police what happened, and the police asked the car owner. Why did she have to stop the car? She said she had to read the road sign. "That's not how you read the road sign. He braked so hard and made my daughter cry." The father said while holding back his anger. The next thing I saw was the owner of the car repeatedly apologizing to my dad. At this time, I got out of the car and told my dad that I was fine, and my dad felt relieved. The police told the owner of the car that he was not allowed to read street signs like this again, " Yes, I understand." He immediately agreed.

Although this is just a trivial matter, I understand that a father loves his children deeply. The love of detectives is silent. But it is like a gripping movie that is imprinted in my heart, unforgettable and nostalgic. Although father's love is not as delicate as mother's love, it is a real love that comes from the deepest part of the heart!

The dream is no longer far away

The cool raindrops inadvertently fell on my mirror-level heart lake, quietly creating circles of tiny blue ripples. The moment they crossed the lake, my heart trembled. My calm thoughts wander back to the same rainy day, to the season when dreams were shattered...

I still remember that during the three years of junior high school, I insisted on dreaming of being admitted to the Provincial Experimental Middle School. This enthusiasm and strength made me I got rid of the pain and haze of a lot of pressure and failure. I never doubted that I would become a student in the provincial experiment, and I never doubted that I would end my junior high school journey amidst gorgeous applause and light. Therefore, whenever, wherever, anyone asks me about my dream, I will always raise my hands and head high and answer with great confidence: I want to pass the provincial experiment test!

I still remember that in order to realize the long-cherished wish in my heart, I resolutely gave up many things, such as my beloved accordion. In the last half year of my third year in junior high school, I never touched the keyboard as clear as flowing water, and never played any gorgeous, light or sad movement. Seeing the piano covered with gauze and lying quietly in the corner, I seemed to be able to hear her slight sobs and feel the pain of her fingers being separated from the keys...

I still remember the breeze blowing in June. On the campus, in the colorful classmate books filled with tears and smiles, pairs of bright eyes convey trust and hope, and pairs of warm hands give courage and strength.

"Little pig, is it not a trivial matter for you to pass the provincial examination?" "Little pig, if you pass the exam, remember to come back to treat us!"...the ridiculing words stopped at the moment of graduation and parting, witnessing us together. The years passed. However, dreams are fragile and shattered into despair.

I still remember that I started to feel inexplicably nervous on the way to Jinan, like a big black net that robbed me of my knowledge and wisdom. On that rainy day, I saw through the car window that the dream in my heart was within reach, but I lost the opportunity, leaving only the regret and endless sorrow to bear and taste alone...

Such suddenness began to lead to fragmented despair. The feeling of disillusioned dreams was truly experienced at the moment when the transcript was issued. A feeling that had never been felt before permeated the whole body: the breathing was still there, but the heartbeat was no longer. It’s no exaggeration. The contrast between dreams and manifestations gave me a huge blow, just like a traveler on a smooth road suddenly struck by lightning...

In the dream, I saw my haggard face, A bird called Dream stayed in my hand for a moment and then flapped its wings without any nostalgia and flew away, but I stood there blankly, heading towards death...

At the time of dream, my tears have already Wet a large piece of pillow towel. I know I can't just be depressed, I'll never admit being defeated!

What I once vowed is just today's sadness

What I once had, is just today's unwillingness to look back

Forgot to prepare for a rainy day

Looking at your face blurred in the rain

But there is nothing I can do and my sleeves are filled with pain

But I can’t Stop thinking, stop walking

I can't stop walking because of this

I know

No matter whether I succeed or not

I will never look back.

……

Winter has gone, can the coming of spring be far behind?

The efforts have been made, can the realization of dreams be far behind?

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The hero in me

Everyone knows Lin Hao, the little earthquake hero who not only escaped himself but also rescued two students during the huge earthquake. He is a fisherman from Yingxiu Town, Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province. A second grade student at Zixi Primary School. When I saw this, I thought: "How could a 9-year-old primary school student in second grade, who is so small and thin, not only escape by himself but also save two classmates? He was not trapped in the rubble. It was great. But later I found out that I was wrong. When the big earthquake happened, Xiao Linhao and other students quickly moved outside the teaching building, but before they could run out, they were trapped under the rubble. Xiao Linhao took the lead and led his classmates to sing a song "Greater China" to comfort the frightened female classmates. After two hours of hard struggle, the short and flexible Xiao Linhao finally succeeded in saving himself and crawled out. Ruins. But at this time, many classmates in Xiao Linhao's class were buried under the rubble. 9-year-old Xiao Linhao did not flee in panic like other children, but returned calmly with his own perseverance and courage. In the ruins, he rescued the two classmates who were pressed next to him and handed them over to the principal. During the rescue process, Xiao Linhao's head and upper body were injured in many places, and the scratch marks on his face were still very clear; There is a scar the size of an egg on the top of his head, and his hair has not yet grown out and looks a bit bald.

When a reporter asked Xiao Linhao why he wanted to focus on those two classmates, he said: "I am the monitor. What do you want me as the class monitor to do when all my classmates are dead? "I was touched by his spirit of self-sacrifice at the age of 9. If we are all like Xiao Linhao, our country will be more prosperous and stronger.

My ideal

My My ideal is to be a pianist. I have loved piano since I was a child. Whenever I see pianists such as Lang Lang, Kong Xiangdong, and Shen Wenyu on TV, their fingers are jumping lightly on the keys and playing beautiful music. I was very envious. But my family didn't buy a piano due to financial reasons, so I kept looking forward to it. Finally, my father bought me an electric piano.

After buying the piano, my father spent a lot of money on tuition, hired a piano teacher, and purchased the necessary textbooks for piano learning.

From then on, regardless of festivals, holidays and free time after school, I strictly followed the teaching time arranged by the teacher and went to the teacher's house to attend classes, rain or shine. Whenever I encounter a difficult piece of music, I will practice it dozens of times until I become proficient.

My basic knowledge of music theory is poor, and I can’t even master simple musical notation. Piano students need to be proficient in five-line musical notation. For this reason, I just ask if I don’t understand, study it carefully, and ask the teacher for advice at any time. I am older, and I often see little brothers and sisters who are five or six years old studying piano at my teacher’s house. I felt embarrassed, but I overcame these thoughts and emotions.

I will definitely become a pianist. I want to use my dexterous hands to play beautiful music like Lang Lang. I hope that one day, the music I play can be heard by people all over the world and my name can be remembered.

Although there is still a long way to go to realize this ideal, I will work a hundred times harder to make my ideal a reality!