My grandmother is a very hardworking people, she in order to let us eat well, go to the market to buy fresh vegetables every day, every time come back her hand carry several or a dozen vegetables in a plastic bag. Your vegetables, she always put the bag on wastepaper basket or throw it out the window. See her moving randomly, I also don't think it's a big problem.
Just one day, a teacher in the classroom of the environmental protection, plastic bags of all kinds of faults, I realized that my grandma's mistake.
What is this? In the cold north wind, make the person feel the picturesque, it is the park in winter. I was just going to the park, a cold north wind had come, make the person feels winter girl stroked my face, there are a few a beautiful monkey sculpture park positive, the big tree near them and photograph echo, grace to park a lot. On the preparation room beside, winter girl with a thick layer of ice crystal, let me walk to slide a slide, involuntarily smile.
In next to the house, on the window to see around the tree were shivering, particularly good-looking. I walked out of the hut, through bridge to the road, a wind blowing from time to time, let me feel the girl in the cold winter ?
I have a rough niece, her name is Xu Ziteng, listening to the light, will know that he is not a gentle girl Xu Ziteng has a black head and waist hair and thick black eyebrows curved, as lovely as the moon, a pair of the most striking longan, round eyes, long below with a mouth and tide wait for no man. .
Xu Ziteng often abused his toy, a second before the teddy bear and kissing and hugging, heavy is still on the ground after a seconds, still not trap to feel avenged on two feet.
Xu Ziteng is a savage girl!
One day, I saw my room became a food house, great. To gather the food of the world.
When I opened the door, striking and attractive dark chocolate is the oncoming of aroma of white chocolate bricks in the white and smooth wall. I take off my vegetables clothes on the bed and surprised to find that the bed was xiangxiang sweet green jelly Mosaic. Lay up both cool and elastic, comfortable, air cushion bed like the amusement park. One end of the bed there are two colors of pillow, is sending out the light fragrance of flowers and fruit aroma. A look at carefully, the original is made of fruit jelly, pillow, it soon fell asleep. I just prepare to do homework to the front of the desk, the chair is made of hawthorn piece, chair ?
It was one of the last days before Christmas, and the as sistants in the large store had their hands full serving eager Christmas shoppers.
At one counter an old lady was choosing gloves red ones for her daugher in law, light blue ones for her niece, pink ones for her grand daughter, green ones for her sister and by the time she had found what she wanted, the counter was covered with pairs of all colors and sizes.
When the salesgirl had finally written out the bill and was about to turn to the next customer with a tired voice. Thank you very much, madam, the old lady suddenly cried out,
Oh, I almost forgot...——Anything else, madam? said the girl, Yes, began the old lady,
I‘d like to buy another pair, but I‘ m not quite sure about what exactly I should cloose. I
wonder if you could help me. Certainly, madam, was the girl‘s reply. The old lady then went on to explain that what she was looking for was a pair of gloves for a girl of her age.
She was not at ail sure what color to choose, and the design was a problem too.The tired girl did her best to help the old lady make up her mind, showing her ail kinds of gloves.At last the chosen pair of gloves were wrapped up and paid for as well, and as the girlwas about to turn to the next customer, the old lady handed her a little parcel and said,
These now, dear, these are for you and thank you for being so patient. I do hope you have a merry Christmas !
Yesterday was my birthday, so some of my classmates sent me presents. Mother prepared a tea party for me. I invited all of them to come and take part in it.The tea party began at half past six. There were cold drinks and refreshments. We ate, talked and laughed. We felt that we were the happiest men in the world.Time passed quickly. In a twinkling, the clock on the wall struck nine. We could not but say “Good-bye” to one another.
My father is forty years old. He is English teacher .He worked very hard,lively class ,the students like him very much.He also like the job.
My father is tall and strong, short hair,big eyes.He is honest and king.
My father has a lot of hobbies .Such as playing table, playing basketball and playing badminton,running.He is my idea of a good example.
He is the best! l love my father!
Tree-planting Day Today is Tree-planting Day. We went to plant trees in Zhaojia . As soon as we arrived， we began to work.Some were digging holes，some were planting and others were watering. We all know trees are very useful to human. Growing trees means saving man himself. We all worked very hard. When the sun went down，we came back home. Although we were very tired， we felt very happy.
I didn’t like to eat fruit before, because it tastes not as good as the fried food. One day, I realized that my classmate’s skin looked so good, so I asked her how to keep it, she told me that she would eat an apple a day. Since then, I will do as my classmate tell me, I find my skin become more and more better. The function of fruit is so amazing.
In the early morning， the red sun has not come out of the dark mountain， but the East has been spitting. Through a densely woven strands of leaves the white wooden window through the table that decadent， shot in those messy books. I only hear the Sashi of the window， it may be the wind， or the rain. I can not help thinking that today is a heavy Qingming Festival.
The sky was drifting with rain， and it blurred the glass that was embedded in the window. Remember that "Qingming"， they think of the deep sorrow ". Sepiaceous Toyama actually flashing sparks of fire， occasionally heard firecrackers echoed across the lonely road. The heart doesn't feel heavy.
The blue sky is also hanging a few not vanishing star， downstairs has the smoke rises， the mother is up， busy after breakfast. Out the door， still rain rustling and tap a green bamboo keys， plucking the strings， knocking on the surface of the drum. The mountain grew green， as if it had been washed away with a layer of film color， showing its own green. Green， green， green， green...... The intersection is a piece.
Go downstairs to eat breakfast， looking at the dark green Qingming Guo think， green hills， plains， green spring. Eat outside， although insipid， even some bitter， but the Qingming Guo's sweet， it touched my heart： lost loved ones grief after the necessary grief into strength！ The living， the good live， don't let the dead see they want to see what happened！
I have witnessed by the deceased relatives， suddenly in front of me. I look at them and shout in my heart： I won't disappoint you and disappoint you！
The rain outside the window was getting smaller and smaller， and after all， it stopped. The bird in the rain and clean in sing their song. The sun also opened the clouds and warmed the earth. Life will always encounter a rainy day， or even a dangerous situation， but we， lighting accompanied by peals of thunder， will usher in the warm sunshine.