Holland is the country of windmills. When the wind comes, all windmills will turn. Wind is the messenger of freedom, which not only brings power to the windmill, but also brings hope.
KK and I both like freedom and the windmill in Holland. When we know that we all have the same idea, we made an appointment to stand on the land of Holland together on a sunny day to watch the tulips and cows.
So we began to live frugally so that we could realize our wishes earlier. So we began to count the days. When we saw the pages of the calendar torn away, we seemed to have seen the windmill waving to us. This is the so-called waiting, there is little hope mixed with little helplessness.
In our spare time, we will look up all the information about Holland to learn about the dreamland; we will sit together and recite all kinds of tulips, so that we can recognize them at a glance; we will learn the difficult physics, so that we can understand the principle of wind power generation. 14、 Five year old children are simple, we always think that pay and wait will have results.
However, you left the country earlier than expected, but the destination is not Holland, but Munich. You're going to spend four years in a place full of ice blue lake water, maybe longer. I don't know what to say to make you less sorry; I don't know what to say to fill my missing mood. I know better than anyone that life is different from games. All the pain in my heart will always remind me in time, so that I can't cheat myself.
When I smile at the windmill, when I stand in the colorful tulips, when the sunset lengthens my shadow, why do I think this is not the happiness I want. When I walk in Van Gogh's hometown, when I walk through the streets, when I stand in the mountains, why do I feel that this is not what I am waiting for.
If you are used to waiting for two people, will you be afraid of loneliness? A group of children run by happily, singing and singing the song about windmills
The wheat fields bend down to fish. The whole valley is full of pipers
I listen to legends in dumb mouth and follow fairy tales
Windmills in the distance
That happiness is full of windmills in late autumn! 100 words of windmill,
The solitary cloud drags the afterglow of the setting sun;
Hot air filling sleeve,
High sky at a glance, wind live in thin clouds;
On Cangshan Mountain,
Little by little, the windmill is swinging gradually;
Windmill! Windmill,
You bring joy and coolness to those near you,
But to the other side of the people to bring boring noise;
Windmill! Windmill,
You can export a lot of electricity,
But I have lingering worries;
You know what?
You used to have a golden rice field under your feet, but now there are no rice cutters. The 800 words of the windmill is in early spring. The sun is shining, the wind is gentle, and the earth is reviving. Walking on the road, I suddenly saw a child holding a windmill running and jumping. At that moment, I seemed to be back to my childhood. I also held a windmill and galloped.
There is my fragmented memory in the rotating windmill, my kind and peaceful grandfather in the memory, and I am the shadow of my grandfather.
When I was a child, every time I went to my grandfather's house, I had to go through a tree lined Avenue with locust trees on both sides. In spring, it became my paradise. The mottled shadow of the trees embedded me in a warm locust green. I hopped along, and at the end of the road was my grandfather's tall figure. I remember that once I fell down loud due to careless walking. I sat on the ground crying with my knees in my arms. My grandfather came over, patted the soil on my body, dried the tears on my face, and took me back. That day, I held a windmill that my grandfather sent me to make me happy, sobbing in a low voice and looking at the more and more distant Avenue. A gust of wind, the windmill quickly turned up, with the wind lightly.
At the turn of summer and autumn, the Sophora tree is full of white flowers, and the clear jade of the tree reflects the dark green leaves. My grandfather and I come to play when we are free. Of course, we have a windmill. I was stupid at that time. I only knew how to run with the windmill until I was dizzy. I fell over to my grandfather and fiddled with the windmill in my hand.
Later, my family moved from one place to another, and I never met my grandfather again. However, in spring and summer, I will take out the windmills that my grandfather gave me, one by one, put them in the corner of the room, and then open the window, let the wind blow the hollow curtains, and all the windmills in the room will turn, just like the story of childhood.
In the past, I went to yangliuyiyi. Now I come here, it's raining and snowing. When I read Caiwei in the book of songs, I feel similar to myself, but I will never feel the deep sadness.
A few years ago, my parents told me that my grandfather was gone. That day, I took the windmill to the hillside by the river, splashed all over the ground, and then lay lonely on the grass to see the blue sky and white clouds. I know that no one can give me a windmill, no one can stand at the end of the road and wait for me to run around, only I am lonely and sad.
The locust flowers by the river are quietly showing their fragrance, and I can even hear the sound of flower bud cracking, which sounds in my ears for a short time; the breeze on the river is slowly coming to the East, and I can even hear the sound of windmill turning with the wind, which has been soft but tough in my heart.
The wind suddenly fierce up, in the hands of the windmill in the sun flashing dazzling light, I was burning eyes, big big big tears. So I picked up the windmill and ran. At the end of the run, I saw my grandfather standing at the end with a kind smile and a calm face. I suddenly understand: whether in heaven or in the world, my grandfather will give me a windmill when I run to him and call me lulu. Holland is the country of windmills. When the wind comes, all windmills will turn. Wind is the messenger of freedom, which not only brings power to the windmill, but also brings hope.
KK and I both like freedom and the windmill in Holland. When we know that we all have the same idea, we made an appointment to stand on the land of Holland together on a sunny day to watch the tulips and cows.
So we began to live frugally so that we could realize our wishes earlier. So we began to count the days. When we saw the pages of the calendar torn away, we seemed to have seen the windmill waving to us. This is the so-called waiting, there is little hope mixed with little helplessness.
In our spare time, we will look up all the information about Holland to learn about the dreamland; we will sit together and recite all kinds of tulips, so that we can recognize them at a glance; we will learn the difficult physics, so that we can understand the principle of wind power generation. 14、 Five year old children are simple, we always think that pay and wait will have results.
However, you left the country earlier than expected, but the destination is not Holland, but Munich. You're going to spend four years in a place full of ice blue lake water, maybe longer. I don't know what to say to make you less sorry; I don't know what to say to fill my missing mood. I know better than anyone that life is different from games. All the pain in my heart will always remind me in time, so that I can't cheat myself.
When I smile at the windmill, when I stand in the colorful tulips, when the sunset lengthens my shadow, why do I think this is not the happiness I want. When I walk in Van Gogh's hometown, when I walk through the streets, when I stand in the mountains, why do I feel that this is not what I am waiting for.
If you are used to waiting for two people, will you be afraid of loneliness? A group of children run by happily, singing and singing the song about windmills
The wheat fields bend down to fish. The whole valley is full of pipers
I listen to legends in dumb mouth and follow fairy tales
Windmills in the distance
The harvest of happiness in late autumn makes rickshaws a beautiful scenery in Pukou. Now the living standard of the people in Pukou has improved, and they have high requirements for everything. In order to meet the needs of the people, a new type of transportation was born, it is the rickshaw. The rickshaw doesn't use gasoline, so it won't pollute our city; the speed of the rickshaw is moderate, and it won't hurt our life; its price is also very cheap, 1 yuan can go anywhere. People sitting in the car is not crowded, but also can breathe, it can be said that the quality is cheap, loved by the people of Pukou. But people are not saints. Can they be familiar without faults? What's more, things? With the booming business, the number of rickshaws in Pukou began to soar. One month later, there were more than 700 rickshaws. There were more rickshaws, almost all over the street, which seriously affected the driving of cars and caused serious traffic jams. They also park at will, causing accidents in schools, vegetable farms and other densely populated areas. Moreover, the number of traffic accidents has increased sharply in the past month, with more than 100 cases related to rickshaws.
How to give full play to the advantages of rickshaw parking, make up for its shortcomings, and form its own characteristics? Rickshaws have become the most important issue. I think the parking of rickshaws should be regulated. In order to make it not occupy the road, we can take the white line on both sides of the road as the boundary to give a fixed space for rickshaws to park. It is forbidden to park in densely populated places such as school gate, vegetable market gate and citizen square; it is forbidden to park in long-distance places along Ring Road, big turntable and small turntable to avoid accidents; it is also forbidden to park in some narrow alleys. If there is a violation, they will be sent to the traffic police brigade for treatment. They will not only detain the rickshaw for one month, but also impose a fine and give a warning. If they do it again next time, they will be deprived of the right to lead the rickshaw and let the rickshaw owners conduct self-examination.
As we all know, rickshaw is driven by the strength of the owner. In order to earn 1 yuan, they often ride in the scorching sun. When they get 1 yuan, they are already sweating and panting. In winter, their faces are red and their hands are as cold as carrots. As a citizen with quality, we should respect the hard work of human resource owners! We should be considerate of those manual car owners. When we go uphill, we should take the initiative to get off the car and wait for the car to go uphill. When the chain of the car is broken, we should take the initiative to get off the car and not block the sight of the car owner. When the car owner does not ride in place, we should not blame the car owner. We should also encourage all citizens to use civilized language for human car owners. Perhaps such a small "please" and "thank you" will warm the hearts of human car owners who are eager to be respected. Whenever I walk on the street, the color of the rickshaw in front of me is commonplace. It's all yellow cloth, green bracket. I wonder if we can do the same as make-up for our vehicles? Children like bright colors. Car owners can match them with red and yellow, and add cartoon characters on them, so that children will like them. For those who like to meditate, car owners can use brown as the background color, and add coffee pictures, so as to create a special artistic conception. For some gentlemen, car owners can paint black to create an atmosphere;