One day, he was drinking tea at home and thought, "How could I lose to the lamb? I have to find a way to clean them up. " When Hongtaro saw him in a daze, he hit Grey Wolf hard on the head with a frying pan.
The wolf asked strangely, "Why did you hit me?" Kotaro said, "You don't drive the sheep, but you are lazy here." Big Wolf smiled: "I have an idea for you. We will play balloon games with them tomorrow. If they lose, you will wait to eat instant-boiled mutton! " "The next day, the Wolf, Hong Tailang and Gray came to qingqing grasslands.
The lamb and the adults with bags have also arrived. Big Wolf shouted to the lambs, "Listen, lambs, our king is coming, and he will blow balloons with you. Whoever blows big will win!" " "Pleasant goat said," Mr. Big Wolf, we are all ready. "
The wolf laughed: "If we win, then you can cook our delicious meal!" " Pleasant goat said naughtily, "Haha, see how you beat us?" "Bags adults announced the start of the game. In the first round, when the wolf blew a balloon at Pleasant Goat, the lambs shouted, "Mr. Wolf, your balloon is too small!" " "Hearing this, the grey Wolf was nasty and blew hard. The lambs kept booing. "Too small, Cang Lang will lose.
"The Wolf blew more vigorously.
Suddenly, bang, the balloon burst! This round, Pleasant Goat blew a small balloon casually and won the wolf. In the second round, Gray played against Boiling Sheep. Boiling sheep has great strength, but gray has little strength. Boiling sheep easily wins gray.
In the third round, Hong Taro played against Meiyangyang and Kotaro, and no trachoma was found in the balloon. She was red and tired, but she didn't blow up the balloon too much. In this way, Meiyangyang easily won Kotaro. At the end of the game, teacher Bao Bao announced: "Yang won and the wolf lost!" " "The wolf flew into a rage and shouted at the lambs," I will definitely come back! ""She can only be very helpless with gray and Kotaro flew away.
The cheerful laughter of the lamb rippled on the green grassland.
2. Blowing balloon scene description 200 words There is a kind of butterfly, its name is very sad, called dead leaf butterfly. This butterfly is not big, its wings are almost the same color as dead leaves, and it is khaki. It stands to reason that such a butterfly will not attract people's attention. However, at the moment before the death of a dead butterfly, it can turn decay into magic, lay its normally closed wings flat on the ground to reveal bright red, then close its wings and die quietly. The shape and color are like dead leaves falling in the autumn wind. There is a kind of leaf called maple leaf, which is not much different from other leaves in summer. However, in autumn, the maple leaves will gradually change color. First, the green leaves are mixed with reddish. With the arrival of late autumn, the leaves are becoming more and more bright red. From a distance, they are like a fire on a maple tree. When the maple leaves are all red, winter comes quietly, and the red leaves go quietly with the wind ... the fiery red scenery will be replaced by snow.
There is a beautiful scenery called sunset. After dusk, the afterheat of the earth has not dissipated, and the sun gradually turns into the color of egg yolk. Clouds on the horizon are reflected red, like blood, pouring from the clouds to the top of the mountain, which is particularly spectacular. Then, the sunset is covered by mountains, the red disappears, and the night falls. The earth, which is pressed by deep blue layers, slowly falls into loneliness in the dark. Will all the red stories end here? No, this is not the last article.
Most of the dead-leaf butterflies are females, and most of the female dead-leaf butterflies die because they lay eggs and run out of energy. Soon after their death, there will always be a new group of small dead-leaf butterflies, which will close their wings and break out of their cocoons and fly freely in the air with little wings. Although their colors are similar to those of dead leaves, their dancing is not inferior to other butterflies. They are dancing like a hymn of life.
With the coming of winter, the earth is covered with silver, and even the hills covered with red leaves are covered with snow. Although the cold north wind whistling, as if to tear everything apart, but winter has come, can spring be far behind? When the spring breeze blows, maple trees will give birth to countless new green maple leaves. Isn't that new green more vital than red and a symbol of hope?
No matter how long the night is, there will always be an end. At the end of the night, the sun will burst out with the energy accumulated all night, shining brightly and reflecting the whole sky as red as sunset. The difference is that the red color of sunrise will be more dazzling, gorgeous and amazing.
Everything in nature always goes round and round, has its own laws and cannot be changed. Isn't life the same? So, when you walk through the winter night, remember the red color that stays in your memory. You know, what you are about to experience will be more exciting than that red color.
3. How does senior one write a short article about writing words and blowing balloons? Today ushered in another happy class. This time, the class teacher organized us to blow balloons.
The rules of the game are as follows: each group sends people to blow balloons in turn until the balloons burst.
I saw many male students very brave and fearless, striding forward to blow balloons one by one. And we girls, a group of opera girls, timidly sat in our seats and watched the wonderful performance. Look, someone got up the courage and tried to blow up the balloon. Two small bags protrude from the corners of the mouth, and the eyes are big and round. Like a toad. Some people are flushed, frowning and embarrassed.
Well, I can't escape this robbery-it's my turn to blow up balloons. My heart is pounding and my hand holding the balloon is sweating. I started to blow, and the balloon became bigger and bigger in my sight. When it couldn't be bigger, my heart beat more violently and my heart was almost in my throat.
At this moment, my deskmate came slowly towards me. I quickly put down the balloon, as if I had got a lifeline, grabbed his arm and pushed him forward, but I escaped.
When I got back to my seat, I watched the group of people above blowing balloons with rapt attention. Someone punctured the balloon and scattered "fragments" everywhere, but was frightened by the loud noise. Some people blow halfway, the balloon leaves their mouths and flies around like headless flies, and the air inside will always slip out.
Ah, we are happy in a tense atmosphere and relaxed in a happy atmosphere ... what an unforgettable lesson!
4. Balloon Blowing Competition Composition 1: Balloon Blowing
Today, we had another pleasant lesson. This time, the class teacher organized us to blow balloons.
The rules of the game are as follows: each group sends people to blow balloons in turn until the balloons burst.
I saw many male students very brave and fearless, striding forward to blow balloons one by one. And we girls, a group of opera girls, timidly sat in our seats and watched the wonderful performance. Look, someone got up the courage and tried to blow up the balloon. Two small bags protrude from the corners of the mouth, and the eyes are big and round. Like a toad. Some people are flushed, frowning and embarrassed.
Well, I can't escape this robbery-it's my turn to blow up balloons. My heart is pounding and my hand holding the balloon is sweating. I started to blow, and the balloon became bigger and bigger in my sight. When it couldn't be bigger, my heart beat more violently and my heart was almost in my throat.
At this moment, my deskmate came slowly towards me. I quickly put down the balloon, as if I had got a lifeline, grabbed his arm and pushed him forward, but I escaped.
When I got back to my seat, I watched the group of people above blowing balloons with rapt attention. Someone punctured the balloon and scattered "fragments" everywhere, but was frightened by the loud noise. Some people blow halfway, the balloon leaves their mouths and flies around like headless flies, and the air inside will always slip out.
Ah, we are happy in a tense atmosphere and relaxed in a happy atmosphere ... what an unforgettable lesson!
Chapter 2: Blowing Balloons
Today, my sister and I blew balloons. My sister plays blue, I play red and my sister plays green. It's really hard to breathe! The blue balloon is blown, the next one is a red balloon, and the next one is a green balloon. How many colors! It soon blew up. The colorful ones are really beautiful. My sister and I tied a bunch of balloons. It's really beautiful. Next time, we will blow up balloons, because it is very interesting!
Chapter 3: Blowing Balloons
One day in the summer vacation, my parents and I went to the grass of Shiwan Botanical Garden to blow balloons.
I started blowing balloons. I put the balloon blowing mouth in my mouth and blew it hard, and the balloon bulged. Colorful balloons become more and more beautiful, and the grass becomes floating balloons. I really like such a beautiful balloon!
Shiwan Botanical Garden is so beautiful! I will often come to Shiwan Botanical Garden to blow balloons in the future.
Chapter Four: Blowing Balloons
I'm addicted to blowing balloons recently. At first, although I tried my best, the balloon never listened to me. I want to blow it up, but it's still small. I jumped three feet angrily, and the angrier I was, the more it opposed me. Mother said, "Yuanyuan, don't worry, take your time!" " "Listen to my mother, I'm relieved, and blew it again, or not.
Mother patiently told me the essentials of blowing balloons. I followed my mother's example, took a deep breath first, and then blew a breath into the microphone ring. I saw the balloon getting bigger and bigger, and with a bang, it burst. I was shocked, but I shouted with joy, "I finally learned to blow balloons!" " "
Chapter 5: Blowing Balloons
Today, Teacher Chen led us to play a game-blowing balloons.
Teacher Chen said, "We don't blow balloons for decoration, but to see who blows them up first." We let out a long "ah" scream, which was really harsh, as if the roof were going to be overturned.
The teacher added, "Rub the balloon before blowing, and then pull it again, so it will blow."
At first, we boys screwed up. I blew and blew, and the balloon got bigger and bigger, but no matter how I blew, it didn't burst, and my nose came out. In the end, I was the first, because none of the boys blew balloons, and I blew the biggest balloon.
Then the girl blew it. As soon as Chen Xinyan blew, she found that the balloon was leaking, so the teacher changed it for her. At this time, Song Jiayi's balloon blew very loudly. Chen Xinyan ran out for fear that the balloon would explode. The teacher called her several times, but she never came back. What a coward. At this time, Song Jiayi blew the balloon and she won the first prize.
Finally, the teacher drew a face on my balloon, when my balloon suddenly burst.
Haha, today's balloon blowing game is really interesting, I like it!
Chapter 6: Interesting game-Blowing balloons together
In the first composition class in spring, we played an interesting game-blowing balloons. Now think of this game, still be elated, the scene is vivid. You must want to know how to play, too, right? Then I'll tell you.
The teacher first announced the rules of the game: five students were selected from the class, three of whom could only blow balloons with their mouths, left hands and right hands, and the other two stepped on balloons with their left and right feet. To be fair, draw lots to decide everyone's role in the game. If you draw a part, you can only use it to participate in the game, otherwise it is a foul. After talking about the rules of the game, the teacher asked us, "Who wants to play this game first?" As soon as the voice fell, everyone raised their hands enthusiastically. Some students excitedly said, "Teacher, let me go first, let me go first." The teacher selected five students to the front of the platform, including me.
The first group of five of us went to the podium and drew lots from the teacher according to the rules of the game. I carefully opened the drawer in my hand and was excited to see that the note said "left foot"
Blowing balloons is 200 times more than writing a composition! "There came such a voice? So I started blowing balloons.
The balloon skin is bright red, like a spoon, and it smells like rubber. I started blowing balloons! I took a deep breath first, and my cheeks were bulging, as if there were meat buns on both sides of my mouth.
I bite the mouthpiece with my mouth and blow hard. The balloon is about the size of an egg! Then, I took another deep breath, my eyes were wide open, and my eyes seemed to fall. The balloon gradually became bigger and bigger, and later it became about the size of a ball.
I kept blowing balloons, and my face turned red, just like a drunk father. The balloon becomes very big, like a super-large water drop. I touched it gently, and it felt smooth, as if I had touched my father's fat and big belly.
Blowing balloons is fun.
6. Blowing balloon scene description 200 words There is a butterfly whose name is very sad and it is called dead leaf butterfly. This butterfly is not big, its wings are almost the same color as dead leaves, and it is khaki. It stands to reason that such a butterfly will not attract people's attention. However, at the moment before the death of a dead butterfly, it can turn decay into magic, lay its normally closed wings flat on the ground to reveal bright red, then close its wings and die quietly. The shape and color are like dead leaves falling in the autumn wind. There is a kind of leaf called maple leaf, which is not much different from other leaves in summer. However, in autumn, the maple leaves will gradually change color. First, the green leaves are mixed with reddish. With the arrival of late autumn, the leaves are becoming more and more bright red. From a distance, they are like a fire on a maple tree. When the maple leaves are all red, winter comes quietly, and the red leaves go quietly with the wind ... the fiery red scenery will be replaced by snow.
There is a beautiful scenery called sunset. After dusk, the afterheat of the earth has not dissipated, and the sun gradually turns into the color of egg yolk. Clouds on the horizon are reflected red, like blood, pouring from the clouds to the top of the mountain, which is particularly spectacular. Then, the sunset is covered by mountains, the red disappears, and the night falls. The earth, which is pressed by deep blue layers, slowly falls into loneliness in the dark. Will all the red stories end here? No, this is not the last article.
Most of the dead-leaf butterflies are females, and most of the female dead-leaf butterflies die because they lay eggs and run out of energy. Soon after their death, there will always be a new group of small dead-leaf butterflies, which will close their wings and break out of their cocoons and fly freely in the air with little wings. Although their colors are similar to those of dead leaves, their dancing is not inferior to other butterflies. They are dancing like a hymn of life.
With the coming of winter, the earth is covered with silver, and even the hills covered with red leaves are covered with snow. Although the cold north wind whistling, as if to tear everything apart, but winter has come, can spring be far behind? When the spring breeze blows, maple trees will give birth to countless new green maple leaves. Isn't that new green more vital than red and a symbol of hope?
No matter how long the night is, there will always be an end. At the end of the night, the sun will burst out with the energy accumulated all night, shining brightly and reflecting the whole sky as red as sunset. The difference is that the red color of sunrise will be more dazzling, gorgeous and amazing.
Everything in nature always goes round and round, has its own laws and cannot be changed. Isn't life the same? So, when you walk through the winter night, remember the red color that stays in your memory. You know, what you are about to experience will be more exciting than that red color.
7. Blowing Balloon Dog Composition Today, Teacher Chen leads us to play a game-blowing balloons.
Teacher Chen said, "We don't blow balloons for decoration, but to see who blows them up first." We let out a long "ah" scream, which was really harsh, as if the roof were going to be overturned.
The teacher added, "Rub the balloon before blowing, and then pull it again, so it will blow." At first, we boys screwed up.
I blew and blew, and the balloon got bigger and bigger, but no matter how I blew, it didn't burst, and my nose came out. In the end, I was the first, because none of the boys blew balloons, and I blew the biggest balloon.
Then the girl blew it. As soon as Chen Xinyan blew, she found that the balloon was leaking, so the teacher changed it for her.
At this time, Song Jiayi's balloon blew very loudly. Chen Xinyan ran out for fear that the balloon would explode. The teacher called her several times, but she never came back. What a coward. At this time, Song Jiayi blew the balloon and she won the first prize.
Finally, the teacher drew a face on my balloon, when my balloon suddenly burst.