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Sunday evening, I took a flashlight and came downstairs for a walk.

The road was dark, I turned on the flashlight to illuminate, I did not expect, in a short while, there are a lot of unknown small flying insects flying around my flashlight, some of them stopped on my flashlight, now I came to the spirit, I will turn off the flashlight, the group of small flying insects flew in all directions, I turned on the flashlight, the small flying insects swarmed again, there is a a a little bit larger than other insects Moths kept rushing my flashlight, the little flying insects in a side of dumbfounded, the moth continued to crash, not long, a few flying insects over and moths with the beat, soon, there are a few to help, in the end, almost the whole group of flying insects to crash my flashlight, there are a few small fluttering next to the side, as if to give those flying insects to cheer, I turned off the flashlight again, a moment ago, also a lively group of flying insects. I turned off the flashlight again, just a moment ago was a lively group of flying insects, and disappeared all of a sudden without a trace. This time I wondered: why I opened the flashlight, the flying insects come, I turned off, how they flew away again?

Returning home, I immediately pulled out a copy of Insects from the bookcase, it turns out that most insects are phototropic, they use bright objects as a compass to identify the direction, as long as there is a bright object, it will fly there, for example: the moon is very bright, the moths fly in the direction of the moon, however, the light from the flashlight is even brighter than the moon, so the moths fly towards the flashlight, and the fire is brighter than both flashlight and moon, so the moths fly towards the moon, and the fire is brighter than both flashlight and the moon, so the moths fly towards the moon. The fire is brighter than both the flashlight and the moon, so the moths pounce on the fire....... I ran to the window and turned on the flashlight outside, and sure enough, a lot of bugs came to the window, as if to say: quickly let us in to participate in the "light party" ah! It turned out that my mom always said, "Don't open the window, the flying insects and mosquitoes will come in and bite you!" It is because the lights in the house will attract flying insects and mosquitoes.

Through this incident, I know new knowledge of insects, but also know that you as long as there is a pair of eyes will find and a brain will think, you can find all kinds of wonders in the world! Agree 0| Comments Today 11:32 shanexing | Level 20

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Who is it-

Let a group of childish and ignorant little rascals,

Into the colorful sea of knowledge,

To swim and fight?

Oh! It's you, Mr. Teacher!

You're the one who feeds the watery ice maple with your hard work

The seedling that breaks the ground in spring,

grows day by day.

On the road of right and wrong,

you want to move the key to the door of truth,

for us to realize the truth on the wings.

Who -

dedicated his youth for the sake of the next generation of our country?

Oh! It's you - the teacher!

You guided us with your words and actions,

and all you got in return was a head full of wrinkles and gray hair.

You paid the price of your life for our upward mobility,

like the candle that illuminates others.

Ah! Teacher - I thank you,

Your teaching, we will always remember,

You make us to the world's glory.

Ah! Teacher--

Thousands of words in a word,

Hundreds of gratitude is difficult to express,

There is only one thing to say--Thank you, teacher!

The morning sunshine from the sky to the earth, but there is a corner, where the color is more dazzling than the sun, a beautiful wild rose 。。。。。。

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I sat on a garden bench, my heart was a volley of volatility. The windows of the mind gradually close, allowing darkness to fill the whole heart. Looking down, my mind was a trail of failure after effort.

"Don't you give up!" A voice suddenly floats through the air. Shocked, he stood and searched, yet not a single figure was there. Inadvertently turning back, I saw it, a wild rose. I squatted down and held it in my hands, suddenly seeing that its petals had a scar on them, obviously scratched on deliberately by someone. I looked at the almost bloodless rose, and suddenly felt a little contempt for it.

It was nothing more than a wild rose that was in the same predicament as I was. Perhaps, under the night sky tonight, it would wither and die.

The breeze blew it from side to side, as if shaking its head, saying to me, "You're wrong, I will never wither tonight." I let out a soft "hum" and left.

The night was stormy. I leaned against the window and smiled wryly. Opening the window, the wind immediately blew the papers on the table all over the room, and the rain scrambled in, wetting the floor.

Wild Rose 。。。。。。

The sun rose again and I headed towards the garden. The rose, the wild rose must have withered. Yesterday's beauty withered today, right?

But when I saw it, my body was stunned, my mind went blank, and the world became quiet.

It, the rose stood tall, although a little tired, but still insisted on standing there. Suddenly I felt respect for it: its perseverance was so firm that it was enough to freeze time, stop the flow of the river, and make even that sunlight lose its luster.

And wasn't it this unwavering perseverance that I lacked? In an instant, it was like a ray of light chased away the darkness in my heart and packed in that perseverance.

Still sitting on this bench, but a day apart, already two different hearts. I turned back to Wildrose and said, "Thank you."

A rose swayed in the wind in that corner.

Dear Mr. Xiang:

Hello! Time flies! In the blink of an eye, we are about to become sixth-grade pupils and graduates of the elementary school stage, and I would like to take this opportunity to express my heartfelt thanks to you!

Whenever my hands hold the excellent results of the test paper heart filled with infinite gratitude to you. I know that this excellent results are full of your blood and sweat!

Admirable to the teacher, whenever I see you and aging a lot of heart really do not feel good, think: you have paid so much for us, we do not study hard, that is still okay? Early in the morning, when the sun has just risen, you come to school early, for us to work; evening, the setting sun has wiped out the last trace of light, and you are late out of the school door. Mr. Xiang, your family is how much they hope you can go home earlier! I remember last year on the eve of the final exams, you were forced to go to Wuhan for treatment due to life-threatening high blood pressure. When you arrived in Wuhan, you didn't feel at ease to recuperate from your illness, but you asked Mr. Wang of the six (3) class to substitute for us. Xiang teacher ah! You in order to us, almost exhausted all of his heart and soul!

To teacher ah! A short letter can't express my heart! I can't say enough about my heart, Mr. Xiang, you've worked hard!

Wish you

Healthy body and mind! I wish you all the best!

Your student: Song Yajie

July 7, 2003

The second

Let happiness fill every day

Changqing District, Shandong Province Changqing District Experimental Primary School, Sixth Grade Sixth Class Bi Tengfei

Everyone has his or her own moods, joy, sadness, sadness, worry, and mixed feelings. If you ask me about my mood, of course I am happy every day.

School in the avenue of learning, I can be said to be all the way to the wind. Good things are popping into my head, this sweat for the joy can not let me be happy?

The first few weeks of school, the teacher gave us a new assignment that is to let us learn the text, their own design of a homework, content is not limited to give full play to their imagination, but also for the work of the design of a few patterns, lace, so that this homework has become more colorful, Chuchu moving.

I was very interested in this assignment, plus my drawing skills were good, so I was even more fascinated by this assignment. I wrote each assignment carefully. Carefully to design, the first design homework, I was praised by the teacher. Looking at this exquisite work, listening to the teacher's praise for me, I was extraordinarily excited, the spirit of design work is also more and more sufficient. A few days later, the teacher told us the news that the school was going to post the designed homework on the bulletin board, so that people could have a good look at our style. Hearing this news, my confidence grew and I was determined to post my work on the bulletin board. It was because of this that I was even more motivated. Every day I had to rack my brains for the design of my independent work and go about it seriously. After my unremitting efforts, my work came out ...... a few days later, the bulletin board "on duty", I can not wait to run over to see, ah! There is my! There is mine! This is the fruit of my labor, this is the crystallization of my wisdom, this is my hard work in exchange for, I tell people: I can do! Looking at the fruits of my labor, I smile! This is my laughter from the bottom of my heart!

It is not only in language but also in math that makes me happy and delights me. Our sixth grade team conducted a math olympiad in which the top 20 were selected from each class to be tutored. After two screenings, I was selected and I succeeded! This joy after joy reached my ears, do you think I could not be happy?

I am happy, are you? Happy is a day, unhappy is a day, why not let us be happy every day?

And

A person I admire

Talking about the people I admire, there are my mom and dad, aunts and uncles, and also my classmates, but the one I respect the most has to belong to our math teacher - Mr. Zeng.

Teacher Zeng is a teacher with a wealth of teaching experience, she is always smiling when she gives us a lesson, the pair of eyes are always shining from the thick lenses of the light of love, the glasses is not exactly a teacher Zeng experienced so much of the wind and rain of the reflection?

Ms. Zeng's class was great, and every one of us loved her class. She spoke in vivid images, always inspired us to use our imagination, and encouraged each of us to speak up. At first, I was not much of a speaker in math, but with Ms. Zeng's constant encouragement, I now actively raise my hand and speak up every time I go to class, and I've gotten a good workout in all areas.

Mrs. Zeng is a very responsible teacher. In the past, when some students didn't finish their homework or didn't pay attention in class, Ms. Zeng would always contact their parents. Now, in her class, none of the students dare to do small movements in the drawer, we all sit neatly to listen to the lecture, as for the grades, of course, there has been a substantial increase.

Teacher Zeng is very strict with every student, no matter who, as long as she assigns the homework, even if there is a little error, she has to let this student to change the homework until it is correct, at first, we all feel very uncomprehending, however, over time, we all understand, after all, we all know, Ms. Zeng is in the best interest of all of us, it is for the sake of every one of our classmates, gradually, the students on the The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him.

Teacher Zeng also cared a lot about us in life. I remember once, on the way to school, Mr. Zeng saw me, smiled and said to me, "Longcheng, do you want me to drive you." I said: "no", although I still did not jump up to let Mr. Zeng car, but at the moment, I feel that Mr. Zeng is so approachable, my heart has a kind of countless warmth, feel that Mr. Zeng is just like a mother, and this incident has left a deep impression on me.

There are many other things about Mr. Zeng, like the stars in the sky can not be counted, can not be said, but in everyone's eyes, Mr. Zeng will always be a very responsible teacher, you say is not it! Agree 0| Comments Today 12:01 sdalan | Level 2

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North country of the aspen tree let me intoxicated

North country of the aspen tree let me intoxicated.

Especially in early winter. You see the leaves withered and withered, the birds are not singing, the wind whistles past. The wind roars and takes away the last trace of life. The empty fields are silent and deserted. But the breath of life God's been whisked away?

Look, there is a large aspen tree shivering in the cold wind. They it is simply to crowd together for warmth. The sky is very blue, it seems that even the clouds are hiding to their old home in the south. But even the warmth of the sun in time could not dispel even a trace of coldness from the wind. Poor trees! The bare branches of the tree have not left a few leaves.

But the tree did not leave. Perhaps, it suffered more in the north than those in the south of the sum of similar thought, perhaps, half of its life but to be subjected to this kind of frost, but these poplars have never complained about anything. Their summer scenery does make me mesmerized, in the breeze stretching branches proudly hold up a piece of green umbrella, but in the winter, they are not more mesmerizing it!

Isn't it? You see, that piece and piece of the aspen tree, they are like an explosion of stretching branches, this is not the vitality of life? In the cold wind rather straight not bend upright, speechless to endure all this pain, this is not the perseverance of life? All this, can not let you revel in the resilience of life?

Is not it? Into the forest, look at the trunk of those speechless watching your eyes, they can say no spirit? How can you say that the poplar is not spiritual? Look at the eyes, they are not silent and determined to look at you? I've been looking at them myself, and then the hard-hearted people will also be intoxicated by the spirit of life.

It is almost dark, I should go home. The sun is setting, but the last messenger of the sun is not yet gone - the purple haze leaps freely over the mountains in the sky. Under this satin, the lights of the distant city were on; the lights of the forest watchers' huts were also on, and the smoke from the cooking fires was suddenly blown away by the cold wind. Cooking smoke is easily rolled away, but, since ancient times in this land of poplar trees will not go, they stand in silence, guarding this mountain, this city, interpretation of the value of life - not to go and tough. I can not help but be mesmerized by this scene, intoxicated by the poplar trees.

The snow will eventually melt, spring will eventually come back, but in this cycle of nature, the same is the silent insistence of the poplar trees. That is the love of their own lives and adhere to, but also to the difficulties of speechless resistance. Poplar, this ordinary population, in the year after year with the natural struggle to survive. Perhaps this is the reason why the poplars in the north of the country mesmerize me - it is a kind of resilience of the spirit does not yield to the quality.

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I love our festivals

There are many festivals in China. And, each festival has its own moving legend. Ancestors have continued these traditions from generation to generation. Thus, these festivals have been passed down to the present. "The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel." This is exactly Wang Anshi's "New Year's Day". Talking about this poem, the first thing that comes to mind must be the joyful and happy scene of the Spring Festival.

The Spring Festival is the grandest and most characteristic traditional festival of Chinese folklore. The streets and alleys are filled with lights and colors, and even the air is filled with a festive atmosphere. Because the Spring Festival is approaching, the distance between loved ones is gradually drawn closer, the thoughts of homesickness become desire, the reunion of the expectations into reality! New Year's Eve is an extremely important day for people. On this day, people are ready to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and have a reunion dinner. The annual reunion dinner can fully demonstrate the mutual respect and love of family members. After the reunion dinner, the New Year's Eve vigil begins. What makes us happiest is not only to wear new clothes and play with firecrackers, but also to receive the New Year's money from adults, which can also be called red packets, because red symbolizes vitality, happiness and good luck. The red color symbolizes vitality, happiness and good luck. Adults give red envelopes to their underage children as a sign of good wishes and good luck. Another important reason to look forward to the New Year is the fireworks. Fireworks give people a sense of excitement.

The Chinese New Year is the beginning of another beautiful dream, and the Chinese New Year is the next goodbye to the helpless. Year after year, cycle after cycle, this seemingly short New Year's process is actually an exchange, an exchange of emotions.

A festival is like a story, the plot is wonderful and moving; a festival is a culture, the content is splendid and colorful. In today's many foreignized festival culture impact, may we inherit more of China's traditional culture and celebrate festivals with Chinese local characteristics. Every festival represents the traditional culture of China, and I love our festivals. Agree 0| Comments Today 12:48 Rotten True Ancient Cone | Level 1

Give yourself a smile

Smile, a simple and beautiful expression, but it means a lot. It, a microwave power, may make you more relaxed, firm, more confident and fighting spirit!

In my life or someone else's life, will inevitably encounter setbacks, each person in this battle of life, it is impossible for everything to go well, the battle will not have a constant victor, but if the defeat in the battle has only continued to be immersed in the memories of the pain, then we are more demoralized, more plus the pain, then we will never become a failure after the success. Then we will never ascend the path to success.

I have encouraged others, told him to smile in the face of life, smile to their fate. But I, on the other hand, only seem to encourage others without regard to myself. I'm not one of these losers, am I? That midterm, I am not sure of the math, not also than their own hope is even more disappointing? That midterm exam, I also not for my own test so poorly and left several times tears? Do not also find a lot of reasons to comfort their own wounded heart? I exam remorse, why then I was so stupid, with tears drown their confidence. I really stupid, why then I did not want to encourage others to encourage themselves to continue to study hard, but let parents worry about! In fact, shedding tears is not a solution? He can not make my grades rise, can not be the facts change. The only thing that can be done is to make myself listed confidence and my parents worry! Why bother? I thought y ......

Now, I understand, I understand with the world's largest and purest, the warmest expression, with the heart of the most moving emotions out of the power - smile to give yourself cheer, give yourself courage, give yourself confidence!

Give yourself a smile, friends. Believe: "The sun always shines after the storm!" As long as the actual mind to face each of the failure, with their own real strength to create that belong to their own glory! Then, you will understand: as long as you smile at life, then life will also smile at you!