Chinese composition of the fifth grade at the end of the term in Jiancaoping District, Taiyuan

In the morning of my hometown, with thick memories, I walked on the winding and deep mountain path behind my house. It is surrounded by the fragrance of earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass and flowers. Those round, bright, crystal clear dewdrops and scattered pearls are hanging on the branches and leaves of grass, twinkling and shining. The bird flew happily from one branch to another, shaking off many "pearls". They dance and sing happily, sometimes sound and sometimes melodious. The morning mist is like milk white gauze, like a dream, like a dream, like a poem, like a picture. It can't be waved away, pulled away, or cut away. It blocks my vision and makes people feel like they are riding the clouds to become immortals. The mountain is shrouded in fog, and the fog covers the mountain. The green is white, and the white is green. Dew also seems to be surprised by the scene in front of me, and quietly sneaks away to play. Their traces are left on the ground. The land is wet and moist, and through the gaps between the branches and leaves, the afterglow of the glow shines on me. At this time, the morning mist on the mountain forest has disappeared, but in the mountain forest, there is smoke, a thin layer and a long wisp. At this time, a beam of sunshine slants my eyes. I squint and look at the gift of the sun. My heart swells with a sense of holiness. The slightly drunk morning light in a corner of the park, accompanied by the faint fragrance of the soil, came lightly. A wisp of morning light carelessly shines a beam of light onto an old bush in the corner of the park, and it suddenly rolls up golden dust and flies. The old shrubs that are golden and green in the sun are free. It seems like a brand-new world, with different stories happening every day. The dew is circling on the leaves of the Bush, and in the circle of rotation, it drips down the tip of the leaves and falls into the arms of another leaf. However, as soon as the sun shows its face, the dew will never return. A small beetle stumbled onto a rotten branch of an old bush. The Bush branch immediately wobbled and rattled, and was about to fall down several times. It quickly grabbed the leaf stem with all its small feet, stabilized its body, and climbed up quickly. Its small black shell flickered in the sun. But the shell obviously made it bear a little heavy, and soon stopped. It seemed to think for a few seconds. As soon as the shell exploded, a pair of small semi black and translucent wings stretched out from inside, and then flew away after spreading their wings. On the other side of the old bush, a snail was moving, dragging a long bright mark behind it, and under the sunshine, it appeared rainbow like charming colors. The snail has no time to enjoy it. It has a long way to go. When passing several dewdrops, it had no choice but to press them down. The bright marks of the seven colors have also become intermittent. At this time, the dawn has just begun... The memory of the wilderness flows out, and the rest is gone. Now it is autumn and clear. In the afternoon, I have nothing to do. I strolled alone. Unconsciously, I came to the opposite hillside. The faint fragrance, carrying the smell of earth, makes people feel dynamic and relaxed. Yes, the unique flavor of the September fields in my hometown. Looking for a faint fragrance, I climbed to the top of the slope. When I looked out, all I saw was golden and shining gold! Yes, it's gold. A large area is full of gold. Its boundlessness and vastness make you stop. When the breeze blows, layers of gold... I can't help but feel excited in my heart. I rush forward. I am surrounded by gold, submerged and impressed. I run in it without restraint, touch it to my heart's content, and feel the heavy feeling. Listen attentively to the fine whirling sound between them, and your heart will splash ripples like water. Looking at the rosy clouds in the sky, I closed my eyes gently, but my heart has been lost in this fertile land. In the boundless wilderness, under the gradual afterglow, the clouds surge with the soul of nature... Yes, it is boundless nature, vibrant nature, and the soul of nature. Let me be silent. Under the light of the slow sleepless night, it is deep and silent. It makes people feel a little overwhelmed. The miniature flowing in the road is also faintly visible. The fragility of the home is long. The sound of closing the door during this period breaks the peace of the home at that moment! Maybe you would think that a father who doesn't go home is irresponsible, but who would have thought about where this reason came from. It was a leisurely afternoon. The silence at home made me feel uncomfortable. Everyone was doing his own thing. A random knock on the door made everyone jumpy. I hurried to open the door. As soon as I opened it, I saw my father blushing. At first sight, I went to socialize. Looking at its shaky appearance, he was really worried. He pushed the door casually, and the heavy door hit the door frame forcefully, shaking the ground. Just when he wanted to reach out to help him, he said, "it's not in the way.". After I said it, I groped for the white wall and walked toward the bedroom. I looked at his shaking from side to side. Maybe I would laugh at his father's appearance when I was a child, but I was silent at this time.. maybe responsibility is not necessarily performance. It is invisible and in silence. When you really feel it, you will cry for it. Seeding's hazy eyes quietly opened, staring at the white wall paint on the roof for a long time, it was so hollow. Looking at the cloudy day outside the window for three or four consecutive days, he sighed, and his heart was depressed. Sitting quietly beside the bed, I can't think of how to relax myself for a while. Slowly put on your clothes, perhaps because you don't want to disturb your parents' rest, take your coat and carefully close the dark door. Walking alone on the way to the park, the people on the road are still as sparse as before. In this gray weather, there is no trace of spring. Walking into the simple but ancient stone gate, the fragrance of flowers and plants, the light fragrance, the moist air, everything is like a mist, so mysterious. At this time, when I saw such a scene, I could not help being more surprised by the mystery of the park. The wet stone ground was slippery and soft. Walking on the bridge, looking at the lake in the distance, I could hear a faint ticking sound coming into my ears. It was so clear and light. Sitting on a small bench surrounded by trees, the moisture around him was constantly filling his body, and the familiar crisp sound was also looming. This time, I didn't ignore it. I closed my eyes gently and quietly felt their rhythm with my heart. The light rhythm was so happy and light one by one. At this moment, a seed quietly penetrated into the earth and moistened it with the ticking water drops. I heard the sound of nature. She was so beautiful. I quickly ran home, remembered the magic melody in my heart, picked up the guitar, and found the rhythmic notes one by one. In constant attempts, I finally completed the song, and named it "tick" with the scenery at that time. I never believed in fate before, but after this, I really realized the mystery of nature. Grass fragrance never thought that grass would have such a strong fragrance. Perhaps life or busy, the pace is too fast; Maybe I'm too impatient to calm down... When the sun sets and the night wind blows, I never sit on the grass, stare at the grass affectionately, hear their whispers, see them dance in the wind, watch them sway in the rain, or even care about their tender green in early spring, let alone taste whether the grass has fragrance. I always feel that grass is ordinary and lonely. Even if they have vitality, it is useless to stop for them. On the way home from school that day, I smelled a cool smell from afar. I searched everywhere but found no flower fragrance. What surprised me was that the strong aroma was emitted from the grass after the lawn mower mowed the lawn. I was deeply shocked. Grass is not only a drop of life, but also an ordinary appearance. It also has a beautiful quality - inner beauty. I don't want to be cut like grass to make people smell its fragrance. When everyone abandons indifference, relaxes himself, and displays the most kind-hearted, loving and beautiful quality in his heart, he will naturally emit a fragrance, so as to attract people to know you, get close to you, like you, and make the world more harmonious and beautiful. Women with cultural stories must like bracelets, or they are simple and charming. From childhood to adulthood, grandma collected a lot of bracelets, some of which were left in the dust bearing corner and some were hung on the wall by grandma, which had a special flavor. Each bracelet is linked with an ancient legend with red thread. Some of the memories attached to the bracelets, such as grandma's childhood, were woven by this gentle and kind old man. Grandma's mysterious wardrobe can always bring out a lot of precious things, including the Sterling Silver Bracelet I wore when I was a baby. The texture at that time was completely different from that at present. Pure silver is pure silver. Even if the hair has been washed black by the years, it can restore the brightness of the past after careful wiping. Grandma's favorite is still the Buddhist bracelet. Perhaps more accurately, it is called rosary beads. This kind of Buddhist thing, which always shows people in crimson, always shows a sense of indifference to the world, a kind of massiness accumulated in the years. Touching them is like touching the soul of Buddhism. These rosary beads seem to be saying that we should not rejoice in things and not mourn for ourselves. Bracelets, to remember the years, to taste history, to inherit our culture. In my hometown, geese sing, chickens crow, dogs bark, cattle moo... From high to low, from near to far, the countryside, which has been noisy for a whole day, is finally quiet. The night fell unknowingly. In addition to the increasingly dense stars, curls of cooking smoke were floating from time to time in the sky. The moon hurried to finish her evening makeup and covered the willow tops on the ground. The white light sprinkled on the earth, as if it were a layer of silver powder. The willows in the breeze gently flick their countless "water sleeves"; The naughty ducklings are playing happily in the water. Despite their owners' anxious search, they are simply holding a party; Some sing softly, some sing loudly, sometimes play solo, sometimes sing in unison... What a joy. My classmate Lao Quan is my classmate. In fact, he is not old. Just because his surname is Quan, the addition of the word "old" is due to his depth and steadiness on the one hand and his cordiality on the other. Walking on the road, it's easy to find Laoquan's figure. If you shout "Laoquan", the burly body in front of you will turn around a shy smiling face, like a child, waiting for you to pass. Lao Quan sometimes doesn't talk much and is always in a listening state. When you are used to his quiet listening, he will suddenly utter an out of tune word, which can make people laugh. At this time, Lao Quan would habitually "strawberry smile", and his expression would cause a burst of laughter. He doesn't pay much attention to food, and is basically not picky about food. I have always admired Lao Quan's thrift. I have never seen him eat snacks. For Lao Quan, there is never time to rest after class. He also "works hard" after class, and sweat looms on his head. Although the class is very lively, he is not moved. Sometimes, his classmates teased him and deliberately played around him. He always looked as calm as ever. Lao Quan has been moving forward silently. When we stopped and stopped to enjoy the scenery, he was at the forefront, quiet and humble... To my childhood, you thought that the United States must be very beautiful, and there were many beauties. Why not call it the United States? I quarreled with the children because it said that Britain was the most beautiful, because handsome, wise and other words were good words. Then I was punished by the teacher to stand all afternoon, because I was having a meeting on the playground at that time, and your voices were heard throughout the playground later. The teacher made you realize that "worshipping foreign things and fawning on foreign countries is shameful." I remember this sentence very clearly. When you were a child, you were afraid to eat. But every time your parents always served me a bowl, and if you didn't eat it, you would have to be beaten. At that time, I always wondered, my bowl was smaller than theirs, but how could the rice in their bowl be gone soon? I believe they have hidden a pipe under the table, one end of which leads to your bowl and the other end to their bowl. For this reason, he also went under the table to explore, but of course he couldn't find anything. When you were a child, you heard a senior student tell you that raw water can't be drunk because there are many bacteria in it. Then he took a glass of tap water from a glass and gave me an experiment. He pointed to the small bubbles in the cup and said, "see? Those bubbles are bacteria." Later, when I drank soda, I always felt that I was full of bacteria. When you stand on the roof of the building and look into the distance, you will always feel that the highest mountain in the sky is the Himalayas. Lei Feng is not a person, but an abstract noun, which means "good people and good deeds". If Lei Feng is a person, then Lei Feng tower will commemorate him. You thought that when you were a child. When she was very young, her cousin made a lot of noise again, and her mother threatened her: "cry again. I'll sell her when the rag collector comes later!" As a result, someone knocked at the door. You ran to the adult and blocked the door, saying that you would not open the door. After a while of argument, you cried: "you are not allowed to sell your sister!" Since then, whenever you quarreled with your sister and threatened to hit her, she would confidently say, "hum, I know you're reluctant!" I lost my prestige. It's a little embarrassing to say. When I was a child, I thought that marriage was a family affair - my father and mother married, and I should marry my cousin when I grow up. But what about my cousin? It's good to have you. The tall buildings in the distance are hidden in the sky. They seem to be standing like giants, peeping at everything in the world. I don't know whose lights are on from afar, like a star in the sky. With the wind blowing, everything is in the deep of the night. The occasional barking of dogs shows that the night is not so deep. The street lamps emit faint silver light in rows, which is so charming and comfortable. Looking at the original dark blue sky, I smeared a layer of ink, except for the one on the edge of the moon, which had already faded away under the touch of silver. The hazy clouds on the horizon are covered by a thin layer of gauze, in which the stars sleep peacefully. Several stars blinked excitedly, making them travel in the night quietly. At first, the street lamp was still on. Later, it seemed that yue'er was shy when she looked at it, and she also turned off the lamp wisely. So I really saw the quiet night. Although the moon is not so round, the silver light is also very bright, and people sleep quietly under the comfort of your gentle hand. A few wisps of wind, leading the night sky, wander in the fragrance of flowers; The tree is as comfortable as drinking wine. It casts a faint shadow on the ground and sways slightly to taste the boundless implication of this quiet night; Noctiluca looked up at the moon with her beautiful face. She looked at the moon mother like a child and smiled sweetly. In this quiet night, I seem to be detached from everything. There is no need to think about the sadness of the day. I am the only one who is alone in this quiet night, blowing, chasing and watching. Everything is so harmonious. Only in this world without sorrow can we truly be ourselves. Only here can we truly experience the brightness of the moon rather than the glory of the city; It is the ensemble of wind and heart, not the fast-paced life; It is the graceful shadow of trees, not the haze of failure. A still night under the moon. I am quiet... Please accept