Zhang Bowen's diary, class 4, grade 5, Fengning primary school, 100 words
Listen! Whose song is it? So it's beautiful. Let's go and have a look. Oh, it's close. The beautiful song is getting bigger and bigger. Look! It's the little nightingale
The little nightingale is a brave and wise little boy. He skillfully led the enemy to the ambush circle, reported the news to the guerrillas with the cry of birds, and bravely annihilated the enemy.
The little nightingale is so brave and clever. If it were me, I would have run away in the face of cruel German soldiers. The nightingale is calm in the face of aggressive German soldiers. In the answer of the little nightingale, 'where are the people? At the beginning of the war, there was no one here. As soon as the fire was opened, the village was on fire ', and people shouted' the beast is coming - they all ran '. The little nightingale is secretly abusing the German soldiers, saying that they are wild animals, animals, cold-blooded animals, cold-blooded people, wild animals that destroy national peace, killers of peace, and enemies we hate. In life, we are the little princess and emperor of our parents. We are afraid of being bad in the palm of our hand and melting in our mouth. We are like flowers in a greenhouse, but we can't become a small pine tree against the wind and rain. Like Zhang GA, we are young when the rain comes. As the saying goes, 'ambition is not high. Our children are also adults who dare to fight. Weeds can succeed everywhere because they have been exposed to the wind, rain and struggle, while flowers are delicate because they are held and are afraid of breaking when touched gently. When they get sick, their parents are anxious to let us out, Will succeed.
We don't want to be the Pearl of parents' palm. Let's be a small pine tree that dares to fight!
Fifth grade: Zhang Bowen's philosophical story: the Nightingale's sorrow_ Once, the Nightingale found a bush full of flowers, so she decided to squat on it and wait for the fruit to mature.
The Nightingale waited for months and never let other birds near, for fear that they would compete with themselves for food.
Those flowers finally produced small peaches. The small peaches cracked and the snow-white cotton wool flew out. It turned out to be a cotton plant.
A cuckoo flew over and welcomed the depressed. Pay attention to wechat: www4hw get more knowledge. The Nightingale said, 'look, you never let us near, otherwise we would have told you where there are edible fruits.' Listen to the sound of flowers - I feel it after reading the perfect flower_ 1100 words
Growth may take only a flower to bloom, but transformation needs to bloom to the full bloom & hellip;
Flower, tree, cotton, flower like name, a beautiful girl like a flower. Hua kapok, a 14-year-old girl, loves the art of painting. Her free and rebellious personality makes her incompatible with the education of the school. She wants to live a free art life with Hua mujin, the painter's cousin.
One beautiful spring morning, after my cousin finished the last painting, the hibiscus withered & hellip; Kapok was extremely self critical, autistic and 'aphasia' and had to go home and suspend school.
Unexpectedly, the withered Hibiscus bloomed in another form: the last painting she left to kapok is of great collection value, which leads to many characters. In the contact of these characters, kapok's mind and thought are growing rapidly. She observes and feels the world from her own unique perspective.
Suddenly one day, I ran into my childhood friend. Kapok's childhood memory revived and finally began to speak. She no longer refused to grow, no longer refused to youth - 'kapok' finally opened & hellip;
Where will I go? How can I integrate with the world? The confusion and frankness of kapok belong to every growing boy and girl. This book gently and sharply portrays the image of a girl who wants to go her own way, revealing the resentment and warmth of her youth.
Not every child has the wonderful experience of kapok: playing truant and wandering. But every child has the same personality as flowers, trees and cotton: straightforward and rebellious.
Time went back to the first day of my independent primary school eight years ago.
The wind blew the wicker, and the wicker swayed there; The wind blows the branches of jasmine, and the branches of jasmine dance there; The wind blows the petals of Chinese rose, bringing bursts of fragrance; The wind blew on my wet face and dried my tears.
I was puzzled when I remembered last night's vow to pat my chest and promise my parents that I would go to school alone tomorrow. Where did you get your courage at that time?
My mother took my sister, who was babbling, and sent me across the street in front of the gate of the community. She told me a few words and was about to leave. " Mom, don't you have anything else to do? " Oh, I almost forgot. When you come home from school in the afternoon, wait for your father to pick you up. Don't run around. "
Looking at her mother's increasingly confused back, her previous vows disappeared. Until my mother's back completely disappeared in the traffic, the last line of defense in my heart collapsed. Tears flowed down.
A girl with a schoolbag on her back, a big school uniform and a playful sheep's horn braid squatted on the sidewalk, looking very small.
'Hey! Little sister, what's the matter? Why are you crying? " Black sunglasses, black beard, black clothes. This appearance reminds me of criminals, underworld, human traffickers and other bad guys on TV. So my cry became louder and attracted the attention of the people around me. Everyone looked at the 'black uncle' with skeptical eyes.
Time is like a bullwhip, whipping these lazy people.
At 8:30, people's pace is getting faster and faster. Of course, 'black uncle' also left. Everyone ignored such a little girl. I'm still standing where I am, I don't know what to do.
'Why are you still here!' Behind him came a familiar and dignified voice. " Internal & hellip; ' I don't know what to say. What are you talking about? Confess that you're afraid? no How can this be? You can't admit defeat!
'I met a bad man, black beard, black sunglasses and black suit. He looks fierce. He's a hellip; He also wanted to seduce me and give me a spoon. Fortunately, I was smart and didn't go. Later, I was afraid he would kidnap me on my way to school, so I didn't go! " Everything I said is so justified.
My mother didn't expose my lie, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. But I'm still complacent about the lies I've just revealed.
Having a rich experience is perfect.
Junior 2: Jiang Shujuan