Weather in Banzhuang Town, Ganyu County

Composition Description Lilac Yao Peng, Class 1, Grade 3, Jidong Xincun Primary School, Yankuang Group, Jining City, Shandong Province, smelled a strong fragrance as soon as she got downstairs in the morning. I ran quickly to the lilac lace. Lilacs have blossomed a lot. The leaves of lilacs are close together, like small green peaches, and lilacs show their heads among these small peaches. Some only show two or three small flowers, some have all the petals, smiling, and some are still in bud, looking like big corn cobs. So many lilacs, one after another, look like a beautiful painting. I suddenly feel that I am in a purple dream. I seem to be wearing purple clothes and dancing in the breeze. Butterflies flew to tell me that I wanted to smell lilacs, bees flew to tell me that I picked a lot of honey today, and birds flew to tell me that I smelled the fragrance today and had a sweet dream ... It took me a long time to remember that I was not lilacs, but I was watching lilacs. Instructor: Sun Wenlin (organized by the first model essay network) Small leaves of lilacs Every year from January to May, beautiful lilacs bloom in my yard and stand on the branches. Close up, there are many brown old branches, which are lush and slightly bent and extend in all directions. There are purple flowers on the old branches. Each flower has four petals, which are wrapped in white stamens, just like a delicate embroidery needle. This flower smells especially sweet. When reading on the second floor, you can feel the fragrant flowers, which makes people feel relaxed and intoxicated. This flower is particularly beautiful. They are next to each other, just like many little sisters in purple skirts hugging each other. Pairs of peach-shaped leaves, bright green, staggered among the flowers. The fragrance of flowers with the smell of green leaves permeates the yard, which makes people feel very comfortable! I love lilacs (1) Yao Yao lilacs are not as graceful as peonies, as graceful as magnolia, and as dazzling as Spring Festival, but they will always be so beautiful in my heart. Lilacs are elegant, quiet and beautiful. Lilacs are like a little girl reading a book, with many refreshing flowers and heart-shaped leaves pinned to her head. Many people smell the delicate fragrance of lilac every day, but ignore its existence. It is so small, but it gives off such a rich fragrance. How amazing! If you look closely at lilacs, you will find that the bark of lilacs is dark brown, the flowers are lavender and white, and the flowers are cross-shaped. A flower is only half the size of a child's fingernail. That time, I picked one out of curiosity and smelled it. It's strange that there is no fragrance! It turned out that only a few hundred small lilacs gathered in a bunch, and the fragrance was so strong. I think people are the same. Many people make great efforts, and the strength of one person is insignificant, but it is irresistible to gather the strength of hundreds or thousands of people together. I want to be a person like lilac when I grow up. I love lilac, its elegance, its beauty, its quietness, its refreshing fragrance and the spirit of lilac unity. Instructor: Zhai Feng's Lilacs in the Valley. Our family has lived in this small village for generations. The village is located in the valley. There is a large grassland in the valley, and the edge of the grassland is covered with lilac trees. Our children play on the grassland whenever they have time. Our rural children spend almost most of their time on the grassland except at home and school. A year ago, someone came to tell my father that the government was hiring. Dad had to kiss our family goodbye and go down the mountain. At first, there was a letter. Six months ago, the news broke. Mom went to inquire and got the news that dad was missing on the battlefield. All the uncles in our neighborhood have gone to war, leaving only some old, weak women and children in the village. Besides playing on the grassland, we boys have to do some rough work in the fields. I'll ask the teacher who dad is going to hit. I asked why I beat Muslims, but the teacher seemed unable to answer. The reason he said seems to be related to history. Obviously, some grievances four hundred years ago have been brought up again today. One day, an artillery unit entered the village. They put their guns on the grass in the valley and built many trenches and bunkers. Their arrival made us boys very excited and watched the soldiers rehearse all day. We all cheered loudly in the distance. I've never met a Muslim. I only know that we Christians have lived in harmony with them for decades. Why did you suddenly fight again? I still can't figure it out. Finally, we opened fire. One morning, the artillery suddenly opened fire at the foot of the mountain. We woke up from our sleep. The gun not only woke us up, but also nearly broke our window. My mother immediately gathered us together and hid us under a table. Two days later. The other side returned fire, and shells scattered all over the village, hardly damaging the artillery base. But our good days are over. As soon as we heard the gunshots, we had to find a place to hide. One night, the Muslim shells landed on the grassland base very accurately, and our artillery didn't have time to fight back. The artillery was almost destroyed within an hour. The soldiers lost their guns and had to retreat. Not only do they have no guns, but they don't even have cars. Everyone has to walk down the hill. The army commander brought an injured soldier to my house. The poor uncle is blind and his leg is broken. Although he only moaned softly, we can imagine how painful he was. Obviously, there is no medicine in the army to alleviate his pain. The commander of the army asked his mother to take care of the young man. He said that they would come back and take him to the doctor as soon as the war turned around. My mother immediately promised to take him in and let him live with us. He will eat something and won't treat him badly. The young man's partner said goodbye to him and gave him a pistol before he left. He took it and put it under the pillow. Although the troops retreated, we all heard gunshots. We are very experienced and probably know how far it is. The enemy is getting closer and closer to us. My mother asked the young man's name and his home address because she thought maybe she could try to let his family know that he was still alive, but he refused to let us know. He said that there were many missing people anyway, so his family thought he was missing. Hearing this, his mother secretly cried. The young man didn't know that my father was missing. Spring is coming, the lilacs on the grassland are blooming, and everyone in the room can smell the fragrance of lilacs. One day, the weather was particularly good and the sky was particularly blue. The young man asked us if the weather outside was good, and we said yes. He begged us to take him there. There were too many cooks, so we children quietly carried him out and he asked us if the lilacs were in bloom. We said, "Yes." He asked us to put him under a lilac tree and pick him a handful of lilacs. Then, he told our children to play on the grassland, just don't go near the cannon, because there is still the possibility of explosion. He said that he would sleep under the lilac tree, and my brother and I took our sheepdog to chase on the grassland. We hurried back and found that the young man's gun fell to the ground, and the flowers we picked were scattered all over the floor. My mother said that we should bury him as soon as possible, but it was impossible to find the coffin. Many people were found to have dug a rectangular grave. My mother wrapped the boy in a sheet and prepared a blanket. After putting him in the soil, she covered him with a blanket. She said that this way, the young man's mouth would not eat dirty things, because we children have to dig holes. It was dusk when the hole was dug. The old priest from the village came and asked someone to ring the church bell. This is the first time that the church bell has rung since the war broke out. When we were about to put down the stretcher, some Muslim soldiers appeared. They entered the village quietly and advanced cautiously. They all looked surprised when they saw that we had no coffin to bury. One of the officers asked us, "Is he a Muslim?" Later I learned that Muslims don't use coffins. They just buried the body and didn't wrap it up, so that the dead could return to nature as soon as possible. We told the police officer that we didn't have a coffin, so we had to do it. The officer said to himself, "I didn't expect death to make us all the same." He told his soldiers to take off their hats and watch the ceremony. We boys are responsible for filling the soil. Two weeks ago, some Muslim soldiers filled the soil back. Because of the spring rain, the cemetery of young people is covered with grass. After the lilacs wither, they will all fall on this new grassland. We didn't make any marks. Only we know that a young man is buried here. After the Muslim soldiers left, our small village no longer heard gunshots. Our children go to class and farm on the grassland. However, I believe we boys all have the same idea. One day, some adults will send us to the battlefield, and we may never come back. But I still have a small wish that all our countries plant lilac trees. If I can't come back, I hope to be buried under the lilac tree. When spring comes, let the lilac flowers sprinkle on me. A composition describing Chinese rose flowers. I like to appreciate the elegance of chrysanthemum, because it has exquisite posture and the pride of Shuang Ling ... However, what fascinates me most is roses. Rose is one of the top ten famous flowers in China. It has many kinds and colorful colors. There are red roses symbolizing love and sincere and pure love, white roses symbolizing respect and loftiness, pink roses expressing first love, rare blue-purple roses, and yellow, orange, green and white, two colors and three colors. So many Chinese rose flowers are like computer programs. My mouse stops on the display screen of Pink Rose, and I can't walk. It's either too delicate or too vulgar. I don't think so. Although Chinese rose flowers are not as strong as plum blossoms and as holy as lotus flowers, they are naturally not as precious as snow lotus. Her appearance is charming, but not empty. She is soft on the outside and hard on the inside. She learns from bamboo. It blooms before your eyes. She is not "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high", but "I don't know how many flowers have been folded". A Chinese rose still blooms proudly every month. Friend, you must have seen the needle on the stem of Chinese rose, which is very eye-catching. I once cut my finger picking them. Whenever I am fascinated by the beautiful things in front of me, tell me: Beautiful things are often bait. Which flower is the queen-Chen Hong, Class 6 (4), Zouqu Central Primary School, Wujin District, Changzhou City. Some people like bright and rich peony, some people like fragrant orchids, and some people like lotus flowers that reflect sunlight, but I love eternal roses. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, once wrote a beautiful poem, "Only when there is a bonus for ten days, this flower is everywhere", to praise the enduring habit of the rose season. However, its enduring will can't be compared with flowers. Chinese rose is very beautiful and bright, just like a baby's sweet smiling face. The petals are bright and moist with a faint fragrance, which is intoxicating. Chinese rose flowers come early and late, usually in February-65438+February, and there are flowers in various postures on a tree. Flowers that are shy to be released are like young ladies waiting to be married in boudoir, and the newly opened flowers are stained with dew. Rose is very adaptable. All companies, places of interest, schools, hospitals, etc. You can see its footprints. It can also be used as a flower bed for decorating homes. Rose is very fertile. In spring, you only need to put the cut branches into water to take root, and then plant them in the soil to survive. Rose is widely distributed and deeply loved by everyone. Tianjin, Dalian, Zhengzhou, Nanchang and Changzhou all put roses. Ross, I love your beauty and tranquility, and I love your habit of enduring life for a long time. You deserve to be the queen of flowers! Instructor (jing yuan) Ke Cheng Primary School 1 Class 6 Gong's instructor may be living environment, which has formed my withdrawn habit. I don't like talking to people. I just like sitting alone in the forest and listening to the laughter of birds quietly. Because of my parents' working relationship, I transferred to an urban primary school. Faced with these strange faces and environments, I felt a sense of disgust. I saw a girl smiling and waving at me by the flower bed. I went over and asked coldly, "What's the matter?" The girl smiled, although cute, but in my eyes it was just a piece of broken jade. She said to me, "Hello, my name is Yun. I heard that your name is Qi, and you are rather withdrawn. Can I make friends with you? " I smiled faintly and was about to leave, so I had no choice. It struck a rusty string "Ding Dong" in my heart, and there was an uncontrollable joy in my heart. I turned to the girl and said, "I want to be your friend." The clouds smiled, like colorful clouds in the sky. In the whole school, I only spoke my mind to the clouds and the rose. Yun and I often come to the rose to water it, sometimes lying on the grass, looking up at the sky and watching birds fly by, just like in the sky. That day, I picked up the kettle and went to water the roses. Before I came to the rose, I saw a few leaves fluttering in the wind and the bloody flowers disappeared. In the distance, I saw a girl coming towards me with a bunch of roses in her hand. That's a cloud. The kettle fell to the ground with a bang, and my eyes filled with tears. When the cloud saw it, I rushed over. But that person is actually a cloud, a cloud. I made a mistake. I gave Yun a hard stare, covered my ears and turned and ran away, leaving Yun with an innocent face. I heard the cry of the cloud behind me: "Qi, why don't you listen to me?" "Because your explanation is redundant!" Later, a cry came from behind me ... I ran to the place where He Yun often went, and I remembered the day when I first met Yun Yun and spent time with her. Tears blurred my eyes, and a hot tear ran down my face. I was in a daze for a long time. I have no classes for that half day. As soon as I got home, I heard a familiar voice: "Sophia Kao is a child, at school …" It was the voice of the head teacher. Sophia Kao says hello to the head teacher. "Bang" the door was closed by me, and then came "This child is so small, please don't take it amiss." I opened the picture book in the room and drew people. When I am silent and bored, I always draw pictures. Although the people painted are lifelike, my face is always filled with incomprehensible sadness ... the next day. That day, you left angrily and didn't want to hear any explanation from me. I'm really worried. I'm worried that you won't want me as a friend, and I'm worried that you won't be as silent as before. Now, can you listen to me explain? That day, I was about to water the rose, and I found that some junior children broke it. When they saw me coming, they threw it away. I picked it up, and you happened to bump into it, which made you misunderstand. Will you go to the flower bed? I will wait for you there. Signature: I saw the cloud and ran to the flower bed. I was very surprised to find that the Chinese rose was full of flowers. A closer look reveals that those flowers are tied with ribbons. "Juan, is that you? Where are you? " I called everywhere, "I'm here." The cloud came out from behind the flower bed. I took Yun's hand and ran happily to the grove. There are some Chinese rose flowers in my yard. I often go to loosen the soil and water it. Chinese rose is very lovely, and I will observe it as soon as I have time. The stems of Chinese rose are long and thin, and there are many dark red dates on the dark green stems. These dates are sharp and hard, as if reminding me: for viewing only, please don't touch them! The leaves of Chinese rose are dark green. Strangely, the leaves are surrounded by soft thorns, just like a pinion. After careful observation, I found that all the leaves were opposite except one at the end of the branch. They are like a pair of lovely twins. Chinese rose has many colors: crimson, pink, rose, orange and silvery white. Some are already in full bloom. Some flowers are in bud, others are just flowers with bones. When a gust of wind blows, Chinese rose flowers will give off fragrance. I sniffed it with my nose and felt quite comfortable. I'm really tireless when the Chinese rose blooms. Yin Hui, tutor of Class 4 (1) in Xinji Primary School, Banzhuang Town, Ganyu County: Teacher Li Junchao, I'll send you a bunch of Chinese rose flowers. Every time I see the Chinese rose, Zhu Zengrong, the first experimental primary school. Always wearing neat and simple clothes, a pair of keen and kind eyes make people feel serious and kind. Once, just after school, it began to rain cats and dogs outside. The rain as big as beans cracked the glass and the students were picked up by their parents one by one. I was the only one standing in front of the classroom. The wind roared, and a flash of lightning pierced the dark sky, followed by thunderous thunder. I cried. When you were ready to go home with an umbrella, crying alarmed you. You hurry up and ask me gently what's wrong. I cried and said, "It's raining so hard that I dare not go home." "Come, I'll take you home." So you walked out of school with an umbrella in one hand and my hand in the other. On the way, my teeth rattled with cold. Take off your coat and put it on for me. You declined politely and went into the rain again. I know there are children at home looking forward to your return. You fell ill the next day because of this cold. I am anxious to see you. I know you won't accept these foods. What should I send? Suddenly, I found that the Chinese rose in front of the door was blooming, emitting a fragrance. You will be happy to pick two flowers for you. So I took them to your bed and saw you there. It turned out that you were preparing lessons, so I called "teacher". You were surprised at first. As soon as you saw it was me, you smiled and said, "Come and sit down." I give you the rose: "Teacher, this flower has just opened, so I'll give you two." Because of excitement, the words came to my mouth and I swallowed them. You took the flowers and said happily, "Ah! Red roses, how beautiful! " You put the flowers in the vase beside your bed. You look at the flowers and look at me, smiling sweetly. Although it has been two years, I still can't forget it. As long as I see the Chinese rose, I will think of you-dear teacher Jiang. Instructor: Guo Xiujuan's Chinese rose in autumn. There is a beautiful Chinese rose on my balcony. My mother and I often water and fertilize it. I love her very much and often love her. It seems that the commander among the flowers is showing his strength. Her leaves are emerald green, and the edges are toothed, like handfuls of saws. In the morning, the crystal dew drips down the blood vessels and shines like pearls in the sun. Flowers are in full bloom, and some are in bud, just like a shy bride. The more you want to see her beauty, the more she avoids you. Some have two or three exquisite pieces, just showing a cute little face; Everything else is gone. The pink petals stand out against the yellow stamens. When the autumn wind blows, she dances, which is really graceful! When you walk into my house, you will smell a faint fragrance, that is, the fragrance of Chinese rose. The fragrance of Chinese rose attracted many small butterflies, who danced among the flowers. At this moment, a few little bees flew in, and the buzzing sound seemed to accompany Hua Hudie. It's really interesting. I like Chinese rose because it adds a beauty to autumn. People often say that spring is beautiful. But I want to say that autumn is also colorful. Chinese rose has been planted in my yard for more than three years. At first, there were only a few flowers. After continuous pole insertion, they are now smaller and arranged in the shape of a big five-pointed star. Flowers are very lush, standing on the windowsill, very beautiful. The color is mainly red, with occasional blue and white. The fragrance is also very strong. During the flowering period, the whole building seems to be covered with flowers, just like a fairyland on earth, which makes people relaxed and happy. I remember when I planted Chinese rose flowers for the first time, my father wrapped the bottom of the newly cut flowers with wet mud, dug a few small holes in the soft soil, carefully put the bottom of the flowers together with the wet mud in the pit, and then covered it with soil. He told me to take good care of them and water them on time every morning. Since the Chinese rose was planted, the flower beds in the yard have become a place to connect people's moods. Every morning, I say "Good morning!" Give the rose with the kettle. I go to school with my schoolbag on my back and pass by on my way home. I don't even want to stand there for a while and silently pray for the early flowering of the Chinese rose. There were several budding flower bones on the rose branches, but after a few days, the flower bones withered. "Is the rose going to die?" I am anxious, I really want to pull up the rose and see if it has roots. Dad told me: "Don't worry, the newly planted roses can't bloom yet. They will definitely bloom next year." Now the Chinese rose is full of flowers and flourishing. It's funny to think about the scene that day. However, the flowers planted in the yard are not specially used for viewing. For example, when we get together in the morning and greet the flowers with a kettle, we always feel particularly comfortable. Considering that this is the result of our hard work, how can we not be secretly happy or even proud? Then, isn't it wonderful to devote yourself to a day's study and life with such a mood? For example, if you are tired of doing homework at night, you will feel annoyed. As soon as I opened the window, the faint fragrance of flowers came to my face and poured into my heart and spleen. The irritable mood will disappear without a trace, and the happy mood will fly like a bird. Even if there are no flowers, just looking at the neatly arranged five-pointed branches is enough to make people feel relaxed and happy, not to mention the blooming season is so lush. E-mail: 325204 Chen Ruyi, Grade 5, Tangxia No.4 Primary School, Ruian City, Zhejiang Province (Comments) Planting flowers is a very meaningful thing. The fruits of his efforts in caring for flowers can bring more happiness to people. In this article, the author fully expressed his good mood of planting flowers and enjoying them. The level of the article is clear and the narrative language is unpretentious, but it is enough to express the feelings of the little author, no matter what he thought when he planted the rose, such as "Is the rose going to die?" I am so anxious that I really want to pull up the rose and see if it has roots. "Or Shang Huashi's mood, such as" When we come together in the morning and greet the flowers with a kettle, we always feel particularly comfortable. Considering that this is the result of our hard work, how can we not be secretly happy or even proud? "They all truly reflect the psychology of the little author. Small authors are good at observing things and accumulating materials in order to write such a good composition. (Teacher Lin Bingcheng's evaluation and recommendation) (The first model network finishing) Chinese rose flowers are looking forward to it, looking forward to it, and my Chinese rose flowers are finally blooming again. The year before last, my father bought a rose and planted it in a flowerpot. When I first bought it, the flower plant was still very small. After careful management by my father, it soon prospered. Last Monday morning, I accidentally walked to the front of the Chinese rose and suddenly found the first bud. Bud is wearing a green coat. A few days later, a * * * had six flower buds, and the flower buds broke their coats, revealing pink petals. The outermost petals began to extend outward, and finally the whole rose opened. This flower is pink, like a girl in a pink skirt. Under the morning light, the green leaf safflower dances like a pink butterfly flapping its wings in the breeze. I put my nose close to the flowers, and the fragrance came to my nose. I smelled it carefully, and there was a sweet smell like honey among the flowers. My father once told me: "When the Chinese rose flowers wither, cut off the withered flowers with scissors, let the buds grow next to the branches, and then bloom again." "Roses are not only beautiful, delicious, but also adaptable. Whether it is planted in a flowerpot or grows on the roadside, whether it is in severe winter or hot summer, it grows tenaciously, showing people its strong vitality. Rose, you are beautiful, fragrant and tenacious. I love you.