600~800-word composition on May Day.
In the afternoon, my parents and I came to the road. Zengwen Road is a newly developed sightseeing road in Xiamen, where there are many pleasant scenery. Although it is not as lively as Gulangyu Island on May 1, there are also many tourists on foot. My father parked the car on the side of the road, so I opened the door, got off the bus and came to a place better than the garden.
As I didn't wear glasses, I had to observe carefully. Suddenly, I saw a flying insect that looked like a dragonfly. Its body is black and looks like bees and dragonflies. My mother was afraid that I would be stung by it and told me to stay away from it.
I went down again. I see many flowers, red, purple and pink. They are very beautiful. Flowers are shy and only want to reveal a little colorful in green; Flowers are stingy, always hiding in the green leaves, unwilling to show their faces; Flowers are also very naughty. They break the pure green of trees and grass with red light, and decorate them with purple and pink, but they are not serious. They draw one thing in the east and one thing in the west.
Leaving this place where flowers are in full bloom, I came to a small river where the water is very clear. There are some tadpoles in the water! You see, their dark bodies, big heads and long tails are like commas. They wagged their tails and swam around happily.
I stepped on a piece of stone and walked across the street. Then, I climbed the stone ladder again. I saw many bougainvillea with different colors. There are red, orange, pink and purple; Their forms are also varied. There are several butterflies on it. One of them is a white butterfly flapping its wings. There are several spots on its wings. Those spots are different in size and shape. It flapped its wings happily, and its two tentacles kept moving, like a shy girl "walking" among flowers. Against the backdrop of green leaves, bougainvillea is more beautiful and charming.
Go straight ahead and you will arrive at Shangli Reservoir in Xiamen. The reservoir is like a sparkling jasper embedded in the mountains. Although the water level drops and the surrounding stone walls show traces of moss, her charm still exists. The rolling mountains and lush green trees around her gathered in her waves, and several egrets fluttered back and forth on the water. The scenery is picturesque.
I love this beautiful May Day!
Sing for May and give high-five to the workers.
Peach blossoms, green fields and golden rape blossoms are endless. Farmers, you bought our delicious food with strong arms, and you watered our bodies with sweat.
The splash of steel flowers and the roar of machine tools have left no trace of the original buildings. Workers, you dragged up our lives with that solid arm. You have brought us convenience with your solid work.
When you sit in a car and enjoy personal mobility, when you sit in a bus and enjoy public welfare, when you sit in a long-distance ship and enjoy a chic journey, when you fly into the blue sky and make the world smaller, you can know the beauty of labor.
When you walk into restaurants, shops and bustling business districts, you know that the service is hard. Do you still stand like that after standing on your legs all day?
When you enter the school, you can see the flash of knowledge, you can hear the communication between books and people, you can smell the sweat of teachers, and the work of knowledge becomes greater.
When you integrate everything into society, everything around you is given by ordinary labor.
Life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, everything comes from our efforts and ordinary work, and it is so silent.
Labor creates history and labor creates the future. On the occasion of the new May Day International Labor Day, let's praise the most beautiful labor.
Spring breeze and spring rain swept through Yuan Ye, and a long layer of green was awakened.
In May, in this spring season, it is a day of heavy thunder and little rain, and the geese flying south waded home; It is the brilliant season when apricot blossoms are in full bloom in Shan Ye. "She laughs in the bushes"; It is a good season for winter wheat farmers to sweat and hoe.
Frogs chirping insects, fish jumping birds scattered, and the wilderness in early spring was noisy. Flying kites are in the embrace of the blue sky, and people on the ground are stretching their muscles and saving their physical strength. Unconsciously, spring is quietly coming to us with light steps-in the spring of May.
May is a paradise for children. Throw away the heavy cotton-padded clothes and hats, run to the fields to play, and sing a spring song on the willow flute. May is the day of young people, the season of surging spring tide, holding hands with my son, walking with him, picking roses in spring and decorating the sky of love; May is a festival for the elderly, walking with the spring birds singing and fishing on the newly thawed lake ... May is a festival for all people and working people all over the world.
It is the days that flow away like water, and the memory is more and more mottled by the passage of time. People have not forgotten this scene, and "May 1 International Labor Day" has become a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
Working people are the greatest people in the world. They created the world, created mankind and created our happy life today. It is labor that has created today's towering buildings; It is labor that has built the modern information superhighway; It is labor that turns the vast land into a small village; It is labor that turns vast wasteland into vast fertile land.
Labor is magical, and labor is great. With hard-working hands and wisdom, laborers have woven this colorful world and created human civilization. Let's pay tribute to the workers all over the world on this special day!
In May full of true feelings, I hold your hand full of cocoons due to labor, send my sincere wishes and listen to the hymn of your labor. "beside the ancient road outside the pavilion, the grass is blue" is a kind of life; "Leaning against the railing and resting in the rain" is a kind of life; If the midstream hits the water, the waves will stop the flying boat. This is a kind of life. "Unknown, selfless dedication" is also a kind of life. All kinds of life and labor are like sugar cubes in coffee, which makes our life interesting; Labor is like the scenery on the roadside, which makes our life colorful.
Maybe, the truth may be. In the tall building outside the building, in the pavilion outside the building, let's join hands, shoulder to shoulder, full of lofty sentiments, and sing a song "River of No Return" to send the blessings of workers all over the world to the distance and tomorrow. Let's cheer for tomorrow, sing for May and give high-five to the workers!
1.5. 1 On the second day of the holiday, I went fishing with my parents and uncle. My parents and I are not very good at fishing. Every time my father can only catch a few fish, my mother and I are even worse. Basically, we all go home empty-handed and occasionally catch a few small yellow croaker, but my uncle is different. He is a master fisherman in our family. Every time he comes home with a full load, he will catch big fish such as crucian carp, bream and tortoise. I wonder what fish he will catch this time.
After getting the fishing rod, my uncle was eager to try. He couldn't wait to come to the fish pond, skillfully propped up the fishing rod, hooked the wheat, threw the fishing line into the water and began to wait patiently. A master is really a master. In less than five minutes, the big fish took the bait.
This must be a big slacker, especially strong, and my uncle is not to be outdone. He slowly dragged the fishing rod to the shore in the direction of lazy swimming, and the fishing rod was bent. My uncle almost sat on the ground. The weather is very hot, my uncle is sweating, and the fish will dock. My uncle is a hothead. He quickly raised the fishing rod, but unfortunately, with a bang, the dried fish broke and surrounded him. My uncle is not discouraged. He changed a fishing rod and planned to make a comeback.
About 10 minutes later, another fish took the bait. It looks just like that fish just now. This road is very narrow. This fish met someone as persistent as my uncle and died today. My uncle learned from the experience just now and waited until the fish reached the shore to lift the pole. My uncle finally caught this big bastard with great difficulty. This bastard is really big, about ten centimeters wide, twenty or thirty centimeters long and weighs six or seven kilograms. Most people can't catch it.
It seems that fishing should be patient, confident and not afraid of failure. Only by learning every experience can you become a master fisherman, just like my uncle. Today, influenced by my uncle, I also caught a crucian carp in a record. I want to learn more from my uncle and catch more fish in the future.
Learning should be like fishing, in order to become a master of learning.
May 1 day, the weather is very cool. The wind is blowing gently.
In the afternoon, my parents and I came to the road. Zengwen Road is a newly developed sightseeing road in Xiamen, where there are many pleasant scenery. Dad parked the car on the side of the road, so I opened the door, got out of the car and came to a place like a garden.
I see many flowers, red, purple and pink, very beautiful. Flowers are shy and only want to reveal a little colorful in green; Flowers are stingy, always hiding in the green leaves, unwilling to show their faces; Flowers are also very naughty. They break the pure green of trees and grass with red light, and decorate them with purple and pink, but they are not serious. They draw one thing in the east and one thing in the west.
Leaving this place where flowers are in full bloom, we came to a small river, where the water is very clear. There are some tadpoles in the water! You see, their dark bodies, big heads and long tails are like commas. They wagged their tails and swam around happily.
I stepped on a piece of stone and walked across the street. Then, I climbed the stone ladder again. I saw many bougainvillea with different colors. There are red, orange and purple; Their forms are also varied. There are several butterflies on it. One of them is a white butterfly flapping its wings. There are several spots on its wings. Those spots are different in size and shape. It flapped its wings happily, and its two tentacles kept moving, like a shy girl "walking" among flowers.
Go further and you will arrive at Shangli Reservoir in Xiamen. The reservoir is like a sparkling jasper embedded in the mountains, and the stone walls around it are exposed with traces of moss. She will embrace the rolling mountains and lush green trees around her and put them in her waves. Several egrets fluttered back and forth on the water. The scenery is picturesque.
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"Little magpie, build a new house, little bee, collect honey. Where does a happy life come from? You must rely on labor to create ... "Dear students, whenever you sing this song, what do you think of? Yes, the little magpie built a new house for herself with labor, and the little bee got sweet honey with labor. It is labor that brings us a happy life, and labor is the most glorious!
The Chinese nation is a hardworking nation. Without labor, there would be no human beings now; Without labor, society will not develop; Without labor, human beings will become useless. It is precisely because of this that President Hu Jintao put forward "eight honors and eight disgraces" at the "two sessions" and put forward "being proud of hard work and being ashamed of being lazy". Tell us: no matter what job you are engaged in, all those who work hard are glorious and should be respected by everyone and society; Whoever despises, despises, covets enjoyment and does not respect labor is wrong and shameful, and should be criticized and blamed by everyone.
I remember when I entered the sixth grade, on the first day of the new semester, our monitor, Mr. Ren Xu, came to give us a Chinese lesson. As soon as xu teacher entered the classroom, he saw that the blackboard had not been wiped. He asked, "Which classmate wants to clean the blackboard?" But none of the students came forward. Maybe on the first day of school, everyone was a little embarrassed. Seeing that the teacher was a little angry, I immediately stood up from my position and went forward to clean the blackboard. When the teacher saw what I had done, she took the lead in clapping her hands and gave me an approving look. Then, there was thunderous applause in the classroom.
In the future, whenever I see scraps of paper in the classroom, I will take the initiative to pick them up. When cleaning, I will also bravely shoulder the burden.
"Learn from magpies to build new houses and bees to collect honey. The joy of labor is inexhaustible, and the creation of labor is the most glorious!" Students, work with our hands and brew a sweeter life with our hands.