在我们生活中几乎每天都会发生很多事情。有些我们可能忘记了,有些我们可能会记得。但有一件事我永远都不会忘记。那就是我的小妹妹的出生。在她来到这个世界之前,我想象过千万次她的样子。事实上,虽然我已经猜了那么多次,我仍然没猜中。我不知道一个刚出生的孩子会是那么的小和皱巴巴的。但是她就像天使一样。看到她,我的心都马上暖起来。我无法忘记见到她的那一刻。
08年的南方雪灾阻断了人们回家团聚的路,中国人在这场雪灾面前没有屈服,向世人展示了“一方有难,八方支援”的团结精神。就连我也加入了迎战暴风雪的队伍中。
去年寒假的一天清晨,起床后我兴奋地跳了起来,昨天晚上下了一场大雪,整个世界变成了一个白色的世界,景色美丽极了。但积雪厚达一尺多,所有的道路被大雪无情的吞噬了,很多交通中断,媒体呼吁群众积极加入扫雪大军。我们全家也积极响应,扛着锹上阵了。
马路上已经有好多人在铲雪了。大家站在马路中央,将中间的雪一锹一锹地铲起,甩向两边。铁锹与地面发出的声音不绝于耳。我双手握住锹柄,使出了吃奶的劲向雪堆铲去,啊呀,雪根本没有我想像的那样难铲,好像是用刀切豆腐那样的轻松,铁锹带着积雪向前滑了一大截。将蓬松的雪挤得很紧。我双手又向锹柄的`下部移了很多,使出浑身的力气准备将堆满了雪的铁锹端起,可铁锹就像泰山压顶动也不动。我憋足了劲小脸涨得通红试了几次都无济于事。凛冽的寒风仍然在无情的刮着。我的手冻的几乎麻木了,脸冻得通红。真想放弃不干了。
我抬头看看长长的铲雪大军,他们依然热情高涨,几百把铁锹在马路中央前后、上下来来回回有节奏的不停移动着。一锹锹雪团从马路中央不停地向路两边抛去。场面壮观极了。我又看看爸爸,他的“阵地”在不断地扩大,“战线”不断拉长。我在研究着他的铲雪经验:他手握铁锹,先用铁锹将雪推到路边,然后拔出铁锹,后脚蹬地,前脚用力一踩,铁锹直插雪层,双臂再一使劲,一锹雪铲起来,将雪甩向路边,又收回铁锹接着干起来了。我学着他的样子,铲起雪来。不一会儿,我也收复了一大块“阵地”。正当我***正起劲时对面也出现了一把铁锹,原来是我们班的某某,他也来参加铲雪了。最后这段路在我们这儿实现了最后的贯通。白色的大地上重现了这条“黑龙”的身影。
我们两将手中的锹高高的举向头顶互相敲击了一下。旁边响起了掌声。正当我们准备回去的时候,缓缓的开来了一辆公交车,透过车窗我看见车上的人带着微笑向我们挥手致意。
上海市宝山区大场中学预备年级 王陆
One of my roommate often talk when he sleeps. He talked about all kinds of things.For example ,last night, I had a hard jod to fall asleep .I read a novel to make my eyes feel sleepy.When I was concentrated to the story ,I heard he said:"how much do you want?" It sounds like he was arguing a price with somebody , I was very strange ,so I asked:" Are you awake?what are you talking about?" there was not reply . At that time , he begain to talk agin:"OK, OK."It was the first time I heart him talk, so I did afraid of that and unforgettable.
A Sad Story
Last Monday when I stepped into my classroom, my monitor told us that our class teacher, Mr Sun, had passed away in a traffic accident. It seemed so unbelievable because he used to give us lessons on Monday morning. I couldn't accept the fact until the headmaster came to tell us the truth.
Mr Sun was a middle-aged teacher. He was full of sense of humour. We all liked him very much because of his excellent teaching. His lessons were usually very lively and interesting.We all liked to attend his class. He was an experienced teacher.
Mr Sun will always live in our hearts!
How time flies!Im fifteen years now.During the long time,there was one thing that I will never forget.
The Spring Festival is our traditional festival.During the Spring Festival,people usually visit their friends and relatives.When I was 9 years old,my family took the bus to my grandparents to say Happy New Year to them.
In the bus,I had a good seat.At 7:30,the bus came to a village.A woman got on with a baby in her arms.At that time,there was no seat.But she must look after her baby carefully.She had to stand next to me.I wanted to stand up and let her sit down,but I was afraid of hearing the other people sayThat girl want to be praised.I looked around.Most people were looking out of the windows and some were sleeping.Suddenly,a little boy behind me,stood up and made room for the woman.She said Thank you very much with a big smile.The boy smiled,too.When I told my cousin about it after that,he said The child is the father of a man. Im very ashamed.Why couldt I do the same thing as the little boy did?
From that I learn that we should do our best to help people who need help.If everyone makes a contribution to helping others,the world will become much more beautiful!
我有一个室友经常在睡觉的时候说梦话。各种各样的事他都说。例如,昨晚,我睡不着。我阅读小说来让我的眼睛感到困倦。当我集中精神在故事上时,我听到他说:“你要多少钱?”听起来像是与人争论价格,我很奇怪,所以我问:“你醒了吗?你在说什么。没有回答。在那个时候,他又开始说了:“好吧,好吧。”这是我第一次听他说梦话,所以我很害怕也很难忘。
悄悄地,悄悄地,秋姑娘迈着轻盈的步伐向我们走来,来到了田野之间。天气渐渐凉爽了,湛蓝的天空像洗过的蓝玻璃。一群大雁朝南飞,一会儿排成“人”字,一会儿排成“一”字,好像在说:“秋天来了!”
我和几个小伙伴冲出家门,奔向山野,去寻找秋天。秋天像一位画家,画出了五彩缤纷的图画。秋天像一位留着金胡子的老人,给我们带来累累果实。
你看,树林叠翠流金。有的树脱去绿色的衣服,换上金色的沙裙。一阵秋风吹过,一片片叶子落在树妈妈的脚下,铺成了地毯。银杏树的叶子像一把把小扇子,扇啊扇啊,扇走了夏天的炎热。梧桐树的叶子像我们张开的手掌,而枫树的叶子又像一枚枚邮票……
田野里,高梁举起燃烧的火把,玉米露出金黄的牙齿,稻田变成金色的海洋,农民伯伯笑的眼睛都眯成了一条线。
走进果园,苹果像一个个红灯笼,梨子像一个个美丽的葫芦,而葡萄又像一颗颗紫宝石,逗得我们口水直流。
我爱秋天,秋天给我带来快乐,带来很多美丽的景色。
我喜欢美丽的秋天。
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