Home

Fan Fajia

The blue sea is the home of corals.

Black clouds are the home of heavy rain.

Deep underground is the home of oil.

The dense forest is the home of mushrooms.

Children, when you go to the zoo, don’t forget to go home!

Father Time’s Gift

Yuan Ying

You bring the east wind to the branches,

Let the birds fly happily into the blue sky;

You bring green grass to the wilderness,

Let thousands of flowers open their smiling faces.

You bring sunshine to the valley,

Let the snow turn into gurgling springs;

You bring drizzle to the fields,

You brought spring to us,

This gift is more precious than anything else.

Second grade

Bird Island

Wangan

get out of class is over, and the campus looks like a Bird Island.

The symphony of beauty reverberates in this paradise. Under the flowers and trees, on the lawn playground, sweatshirts, colorful skirts...the flying and flowing figures, the spinning dance steps, the graceful grace, like the low flying of birds, the joyful leaping, like the dance of birds spreading their wings, A peaceful resting place.

Songs and laughter are like birds chirping heartily amidst the noise of the ocean tide.

Bathing in the sunshine, enjoying joy, adding warmth, and enriching happiness.

Ah, a vibrant bird island.

Camellia flower

Guo Moruo

I came back from the mountain last night and picked a few bunches of camellia seeds, a few clusters of autumn hawthorn, and a few budding camellia trees.

I put them in an iron pot and hung them on the wall.

The bright red hawthorn seeds and bright yellow thorns set off the rich green camellia leaves - this is a flavor that cannot be described.

The black iron pot is even more like the moss-covered rock bones.

When I just woke up from a deep sleep this morning, the small room was filled with the fragrance of an unknown flower.

Where did this come from? ──

It turned out that the camellia in the iron pot actually bloomed four white flowers!

Ah, Qingqiu is alive in my pot!

Third Grade

The Sky of Lhasa

Wang Zongren

Lhasa is the famous "Sunlight City". The sky there is always so blue and translucent, like a sapphire washed with clear water.

In Lhasa, people’s voices can touch the blue sky, and people can touch the blue sky when they stretch out their hands. Someone said, "A handful of blue sky can wash your face." This is really wonderful. Against the backdrop of the white clouds clinging to the top of the mountain, the azure sky appears purer; against the contrast of the grassland along the Lhasa River, the azure sky appears brighter and clearer.

The sky in Lhasa is so mesmerizingly blue that it attracts your attention so tightly that you can’t bear to look away for a long time.

Throughout the year, whether it is midwinter or midsummer, the sky above the Potala Palace is always crystal blue. With this blue sky, the Potala Palace built on the mountain looks more majestic and magnificent.

In Tibetan, Lhasa means Holy Land, so this blue sky is the curtain of the Holy Land.

Past events

Bing Xin

My father’s friend gave us two vats of lotus flowers, one vat was red and the other vat was white, and they were placed in the yard. .

For eight years, I did not see lotus flowers in the yard. But in the gardens of my hometown, there are always many red lotuses; not only those with parallel stems, but also those with three stems and four stems, all of which are red lotuses.

On a moonlit night nine years ago, my grandfather and I were enjoying the cool air in the courtyard. My grandfather smiled and said to me: "When the Sandilium first bloomed in our garden, it happened that you three sisters were added to our big family. Everyone was happy and said it was Hua Rui."

I heard the heavy rain in the middle of the night, and when I woke up early it was a cloudy day, which made me feel a little bored. When I looked out from the window, the white lotus had withered, and its white petals were floating in the water like a small boat. Only a small lotus pod and a few light yellow flower whiskers are left on the stem. That red lotus was in full bloom last night, but this morning it was in full bloom, standing tall and graceful among the green leaves.

Still uncomfortable - after wandering for a while, there was thunder outside the window, and then the heavy rain came, getting heavier and heavier. The red lotus was beaten left and right by the dense raindrops. incline. Under the unshielded sky, I didn't dare to go downstairs, and I couldn't even think about it.

Calling to my mother in the room, I quickly walked over and sat next to her. When I turned around, I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to the red lotus. It slowly fell down and was covering the red lotus. Above the lotus, my restless mood is gone!

The rain did not subside, but the red lotus stopped shaking. The raindrops kept falling, and only some weak water drops gathered on the brave and compassionate lotus leaves.

I was deeply moved in my heart - Mother! You are a lotus leaf and I am a red lotus. When the raindrops in my heart come, except you, who is my shelter under the unobstructed sky?

Fourth grade

Swallow

Zheng Zhenduo

A suit of shiny black feathers, a pair of handsome and brisk wings, and scissor-like The tail formed a lively and clever little swallow.

It just rained a few times. The breeze blew thousands of willow threads that were just unfolding their yellow leaves. Green grass, green leaves, and brightly colored flowers all gather together like a market, forming a dazzling spring. The little swallows come from the south, adding a lot of vitality to the spring scenery.

In the breeze and the sunshine, swallows slanted across the sky, chirping, and some flew from the rice fields here to the willow trees there in the blink of an eye; He swept across the lake, occasionally touching the water with the tip of his tail, and saw ripples rippling around in circles.

Several pairs of swallows got tired of flying and landed on the wires. In the blue sky, there are a few thin lines connected between the poles, how like a musical score. The parked swallows become notes, composing a hymn of spring waiting to be played.

The little spring raindrops

Chen Mucheng

The rain has been falling for a long time.

The patter pattered on the corrugated boards on the canopy, the dripping patter struck on the leaves in the woods, and the tinkling patter struck on the iron roof. As a result, the small ditch in front of the house began to flow. Like a clear spring gushing out from under the ground, it was gurgling with joy, gurgling, gurgling, you pushed me.

Open a red umbrella and walk on the path in the woods, listening to the raindrops hitting the oil tree, the acacia tree, the sheep's hoof nails, and the breadfruit tree - - Pattering, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, sputtering, making various sounds, the whole forest seemed to have become a concert hall.

The small raindrops gathered on the leaves and became a big drop of water, sliding down along the veins of the leaves, like beating a small drum: Bang! Boom boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and all the water drops on the leaves fell down.

Boom! Boom, boom, boom! Bang bang bang! All the drums were beating, hitting the umbrellas and the ground, as if the earth was a drum, and the raindrops were tinkling and beating the earth.

Standing on the roof and watching the rain, the raindrops are thin and dense, drifting in the wind, like gently spreading seeds on the earth.

The adults said, this is the spring rain. After the spring rain, spring is here. I like the spring rain, it plays in the forest and sows seeds on the earth.

So, spring heard the drumming of rain and woke up. All seeds return to the bed of the earth, where the mother holds them, kisses them, and teaches them to germinate.

I raised my face and let the rain hit my face; I stuck out my tongue and tasted the milk of the earth, it was cold and sweet!

Fifth grade

Sunrise on the sea

Ba Jin

In order to watch the sunrise, I often get up early. It was not yet bright at that time, and the surroundings were very quiet. Only the sound of the machine in the boat could be heard.

The sky is still light blue, very light. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared where the sky and water met. The scope of the red clouds slowly expanded and became brighter and brighter. I knew the sun was about to rise from the sky, so I stared there intently.

Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared there. It was very red, but there was no light. The sun seemed to be carrying some heavy burden, slowly, vertically and vertically, rising with all its strength. At the end, it finally broke through the clouds and completely jumped out of the sea. The color was so cute. In an instant, this dark red round thing emitted a dazzling light that made people's eyes hurt. The clouds next to it suddenly became radiant.

Sometimes the sun hides behind the clouds. The sun shines directly onto the water through the gaps in the clouds. It is difficult to tell where is the water and where is the sky. All you can see is a bright light.

Sometimes there are dark clouds in the sky, and the clouds are still very thick. When the sun rises, people cannot see it. Its light gave the black clouds a bright golden edge. Later, the sun slowly broke through the siege and appeared in the sky, dyeing the clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water, but also myself became bright.

Isn’t this a great spectacle?

Grow flowers

Lao She

I love flowers, so I also love to grow flowers. I haven't become an expert in flower cultivation yet, because I don't have time to research and experiment. I only regard flower gardening as one of the pleasures in life. I don’t care whether the flowers are good or bad, big or small. As long as they bloom, I am happy.

In my small yard, it is full of flowers and plants in summer, and the kittens have no choice but to go to the room to play. There is no playground for them on the ground.

Although there are many flowers, there are no exotic flowers and plants. Precious flowers and plants are not easy to maintain. It is sad to see a good flower become sick and dying. The climate in Beijing is not very good for growing flowers. Winters are cold, springs are windy, and summers are either drought or heavy rains. Autumn is the best, but frosts can occur suddenly. In this climate, I am not that capable of raising the good flowers in the south. Therefore, I only raise flowers and plants that are easy to grow and that I can work hard for.

However, although the flowers and plants will fight on their own, if I ignore them and let them fend for themselves, most of them will still die. I have to take care of them every day and care about them like a good friend. After going back and forth, I found some clues: some like shade, don't put them in the sun; some like dry, don't water them too much. After touching the doorway, the flowers and plants are nourished, and they live and bloom for three to five years. How interesting it is! Having more knowledge is never a bad thing.

Don’t I have a leg problem? It’s not only bad for walking, but also bad for sitting for long periods of time. I don’t know that the flowers and plants are under my care, so I don’t want to thank them; I have to thank them. When I work, I always write for a while, then go to the yard to look around, water this tree, move that pot, then go back to the house to write for a while, and then go out again. Such a cycle allows mental and physical work to be properly adjusted, which is beneficial to the body and mind and is better than taking medicine. If there is a violent storm or the weather changes suddenly, the whole family will have to mobilize to rescue flowers and plants, which is very stressful. Hundreds of potted flowers must be rushed into the house very quickly, which makes people's backs and legs ache, and they are sweating profusely. The next day, the weather improved and I had to move all the flowers out again. My back and legs ached again, and I was sweating profusely. But, how interesting this is! If you don’t work, you can’t even feed a flower. Isn’t this the truth?

When the milk delivery guy comes in, he says "it smells so good", which makes our whole family feel proud. When the epiphyllum blooms, invite a few friends to come and have a look, and it will feel like a night tour with candles - the epiphyllum always blooms at night. When the flowers are divided, one tree is divided into several trees, and some are given to friends. Watching friends take away the fruits of one's labor makes one feel particularly fond of it.

Of course, there are also sad times. There was such a time this summer. Three hundred chrysanthemum seedlings were still on the ground (not ready to be moved into pots). It rained heavily and the neighbor's wall collapsed. More than 30 kinds of chrysanthemum seedlings, more than 100 trees, were smashed to death. The whole family didn't smile for days.

There are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, flowers and fruits, fragrance and color. It requires both labor and knowledge. This is the joy of growing flowers.

Sixth grade

Frogs croaking in the moonlight

Cha Yilu

I have always believed that there is a kind of love that can awaken a person The potential power within you can help you overcome all difficulties.

It was an ordinary summer more than ten years ago. In the preliminary exam one month before the college entrance examination, I unexpectedly failed miserably.

My mother felt very distressed when she saw that I looked haggard. In order to increase nutrition for me, during that time, she killed more than 30 chickens at home, hoping that I would regain my previous physique.

However, I still lost weight day after day. The back window of my room faced a pond. On a hot night, the frogs in the pond, chirping and croaking, attracted friends, tightly wrapped around my unfortunate ears, and woke me up again and again.

My mother tried her best.

Gradually, the frogs no longer noisy, and I have sweet dreams every night. However, my mother changed. She sat in a chair and took a nap every day. One day, the aunt next door secretly grabbed me and whispered to me, your mother chases frogs for you every night in order to let you sleep well.

I am skeptical. But the next night, on the pond ridge under the moonlight, I really saw my mother.

Mother held a long bamboo pole in her hand and walked carefully around the pond, carefully tapping every patch of grass with the bamboo pole over and over again, doing so seriously and reverently. Sometimes she stopped, stood for a while, coughed softly, and beat her back with her hands. The moonlight bleached her white hair very white. "Mother! Mother!!" I shouted. Mother couldn't hear. She concentrated on the bamboo pole in her hand, for fear of missing a frog sound...

This year's college entrance examination, I was admitted with high scores.

Many years have passed, and the sound of frogs has faded away little by little. However, I feel that it is always beside my pillow. Every sound is like a tireless reminder and instruction. Give me a lot of inspiration in life.

Rain Pool

Zhu Ziqing

Meiyu Pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Xiantan, with Meiyu Waterfall being the lowest. When I walked to the edge of the mountain, I heard the sound of rushing. When I raised my head, a strip of white and shiny water appeared in front of me, embedded in two wet black edges.

Let’s go to Meiyu Pavilion first. The Meiyu Pavilion is facing the waterfall; sitting by the pavilion, you can see the entire waterfall without raising your head.

Deep under the pavilion is the Meiyu Lake. This pavilion stands on a protruding corner of the rock, and is empty from top to bottom; as if a goshawk is floating in the sky with its wings spread. There are mountains on three sides, like half a ring surrounding it; people feel like they are at the bottom of a well. It's an overcast autumn day.

Slight clouds flowed above us; the rock faces and grasses all revealed a bit of greenery from the moisture. And the waterfall seemed to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several large and small strands, and was no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock. When the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact and splashes like flying flowers and broken jade. The splash of water was crystal clear and multi-awned; looking from a distance, they looked like one after another small white plum blossoms, falling one after another like a light rain. It is said that this is why Meiyu Lake got its name. But I think it is more accurate like Yang Hua. When the breeze picks up, the little bits drift away with the wind, and they are even more poplar flowers. ——At this time, something happened to be delivered into our warm embrace, and then we quickly got in, and could no longer find it.