In the small room, there are ordinary white walls. The pink and green curtains were brushed lightly by the wind. All kinds of books are neatly placed on the desk under the window. There is a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio in the center of the desk, which is the prize I won in the Xiamen computer competition. Whenever I see it, I am very happy. In front of the radio is a clock, which keeps telling me to hurry up every minute. The computer, sofa, cot, clarinet and harmonica hanging on the wall constitute my paradise.
Heaven, growing up with me day by day, where I have my own vision, dreams and thoughts; I learned a lot about life here. Here, I can sing to my heart's content, or I can stand at the window and play clarinet and harmonica on a whim. Turning on the computer and surfing the Internet is an indispensable pleasure for me.
Heaven gave me confidence and urged me to work hard. I remember how many nights I participated in the district math competition in the third grade. The park was brightly lit and my footprints were left on a lot of math papers. I'm not afraid to face the problem, because there are many weapons in heaven that help me fight my way out in the sea of questions. Toshiyoshi and I won the first prize. I am ecstatic to run back to heaven, smell the books on the table, look at my favorite paradise, and feel that all my efforts have paid off. I smiled. Heaven seems to tell me that success is directly proportional to hard work.
Heaven is also a gas station when I fail. It was a district composition contest in grade five, and I lost. I've always been a shoo-in, and I suddenly became stupid, and I suddenly felt that everyone was casting a contemptuous look at me. I bowed my head, fought back my tears and returned to heaven, lying on the sofa in frustration. At this time, I saw the book How Steel was Tempered on my desk, and I felt that there was an infinite force encouraging me. Yes! Pavel Colta King, the hero of the book, persists in the revolution despite his serious illness. What about me? Just a little setback makes you depressed. What is my frustration compared with the pain that Paul endured? Thought of here, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared. I found myself again-a confident and hard-working me. So, I picked up the clarinet and blew it, and the wonderful music suddenly filled my paradise.
Small room, please! It is you who open your arms, embrace all my love and needs, and selflessly provide them to me when I need them. You are my eternal paradise on the road of life!
2. My Paradise Composition 400 words My Paradise Composition (1):
I have a paradise, without the prosperity of the city and the splendor of the palace. This is just an ordinary bedroom.
My paradise is very tidy, with a bed and a small bookcase at the head of the bed, reading some books; There is a desk on the right side of the bed with a small alarm clock on it, reminding me to hurry at all times. In the innermost part of the room, there is a big cupboard, which contains not only extracurricular books, but also many toys. Whenever my friends come to my house to play, I will take out many toys to play with.
Heaven gave me confidence and urged me to work hard. I remember that before the final exam, every night, the park was brightly lit, and a lot of review materials and exercises in Chinese, mathematics and English left my notes. Finally, I made excellent achievements with Toshiyoshi.
At the same time, heaven is also a gas station when I fail. That class cadre reelection, I lost, which dealt a great blow to me who was a shoo-in. I bowed my head in dismay, returned to my paradise, and lay in bed in dismay. At this time, I saw the book "Education of Love" in the small bookcase, and thought that the protagonist in the story was seriously ill but insisted on writing, and finally succeeded. But I met a little setback, so I became depressed and depressed. What is mine compared with his pain? Therefore, I start with small things every day and be strict with myself. After a while, I regained the trust of my classmates.
Maybe in the eyes of others, this is just an ordinary room. But for me, this is a place with personality, because this is my paradise!
My paradise composition (2);
My paradise is the vegetable garden behind the building.
This vegetable garden was planted by 24 families. Spring has come, and it is full of weeds. The adults shoveled weeds and threw them into the fire. We are very happy because the weeds in the field are gone. Then the adults began to turn the ground and fertilize. Sowing ―― The fields will turn green soon.
When summer comes, the vegetable garden becomes a hundred flowers garden. Cucumber, towel gourd, eggplant and beans are all full of flowers, butterflies are flying and bees are collecting honey. The land is dry, we are tired and sweet, because the harvest is coming soon.
Autumn is coming, and the vegetable garden is full of fruits. Cucumber grows thick and long, pumpkin grows big and round, pepper looks like a lantern, and eggplant is covered with a big purple robe-we pick them not only for ourselves, but also for others.
This is my paradise. I hope the vegetable garden will be more beautiful next year!
My paradise composition (3):
Entering Chengguan Primary School, it is a beautiful garden with green grass and red flowers and trees. Playgrounds, runways and courts are places for exercise and relaxation. Blackboard newspapers, long columns and classrooms are temples for learning knowledge.
I am very happy to study and grow here. I am very happy. This is my "paradise".
Behind the teaching building of our class is the small playground of our school. Four ping-pong tables are lined up, all made of cement. Although some corners have been damaged, they are still our favorite. During recess or in physical education class, it is always crowded with people. Look! How fierce the two men played, the ball flew over the table and there was cheers. Whenever this time, I always enjoy playing or watching the ball. The students reluctantly left the table when the bell rang. It's time for them to have a good rest.
About 30 meters away from the table, there is a long jump bunker, which is a big rectangular bunker, about 5 meters long and 2 meters wide. Across from the jump, there are several trees standing in a row. They seem to be referees who watch the ball carefully, and like hard-working volunteers, they hold up a 7A68696416FE59B9EE7A94313343623730 green umbrella for young athletes. When it's sunny, fine ash will appear when you jump out of the bunker. If it rains and the sand is washed clean, people can't help but grab a handful of sand and let them slip gently from their palms. I feel so comfortable.
The bunkers, tables and trees here are all my good friends, and this is my favorite "paradise".
3. Chaoyang Park My Paradise Composition 600 My Paradise
I once had a very beautiful paradise, where my friends and I often played. This place used to be my home.
Garden.
I remember that my friends and I used to come to this garden when we were free, but every time those big sisters only finished it on weekends.
You can only come when you are doing your homework. This paradise left us unforgettable memories. Needless to say, there are tall trees in this paradise. Needless to say.
There are many green grasses. Even a small wintersweet tree has unlimited fun.
Once, we put some twigs on the Chimonanthus praecox tree, and then found a brand to attract investment, supported by Chimonanthus praecox branches.
Merchants brand, and then, we will shelter from the rain under this brand, and one sister will use half of another wintersweet branch to cover the mud for reuse.
Another sister said, "Let's roast the whole lamb." I said, "Sister, you are so humorous.
One day, my friends and I were still in this garden. We were so bored that we had to put clover and some weeds in the uncooked rice.
Put it on the tile, and we will chop up the clover with another tile. At this time, the rice will become tiny beads. Finally, let's pour.
Make fertilizer in the soil.
One night, there was a power outage at home, so I had to play in the garden. Later, I looked at the ground. Isn't that Hook? what
Yes, I called her to my garden. Suddenly, I felt that a place was very bright, and I began to wonder whether it was light or the moon.
Bright? It suddenly occurred to me that the power was out. I looked up and thought the moon was really bright tonight. I thought: then there are fewer stars, that's right.
It's time to test our eyesight. So I asked Hook to count the stars with me.
But this has become a memory. . I thought this happy time would last forever. But happy times are always
It's too short to stop and run fast. Every time I dream, I dream that I am in the garden with my friends.
Playing and playing, laughter echoed in the air. . How much I should love my garden, because my partner and I left a deep impression in it.
Friendship.
4. Everyone has a happy childhood. In these wonderful childhood, everyone has his own paradise. Many people's paradise is in the open nature, such as Lu Xun's Herbal Garden and Cheng Hai's Woods ... Some of my partners are in the People's Square, some are in the courtyard of the dormitory, but my paradise is in a closed place-my room. Someone will definitely ask why. Let me tell you slowly.
I remember when I was four years old, my mother specially designed a cabin for me. Although my room is not big, in my opinion, there is still a lot of space for me to play. I clearly remember everything in the room at that time. I have a beautiful little bed and a row of cabinets. There are many toys, a table and many things that belong to me. This hut belongs only to my own world and my paradise.
When mom and dad go to work, I often "go crazy" when I am alone in the house. Play house with my toys. I also gave some interesting names to my toys, such as Pony Run, Bear Dudu, Robot Cat Congcong, Rabbit Darling, Monkey Jump … and many dolls. I played house by myself in my cabin. Doll Lily is her mother, doll Juan is her father, and rabbits and monkeys are their children. Mother Lili is cooking in the kitchen, father is reading in the study, rabbits are playing in the yard, monkeys are jumping on trees, ponies are running, bears are barking, and robot cats are smart. They are on their way home. I also dub them and design their lines. I followed my father's example and said to my mother Lili, "Lili, is the meal ready?" After a while, Benben, Du Du and Cong Cong, their good friends who skipped around, all arrived. "Then, I followed the example of my mother Lili and said," I see, everything is ready. Let the children in for dinner. ...... "Hey, it's interesting to think of that kind of unbridled play at that time.
However, after every game, my room is always in a mess. Once, my mother was very angry and severely criticized me. She said sternly, "Look, Lei Lei, this room is in a mess. After playing the game, you must put the toys back, and learn to clean up and clean up yourself. " Then teach me to clean and tidy my room. From then on, every time I finished the game, I cleaned myself and learned to use the dust washer. I will also help my parents do a lot of housework.
Therefore, my room is not only a paradise for my childhood games, but also a place for me to be sensible and learn to do things. I love my room.
5. I need 600 words of green grass for my paradise composition. My paradise, my sister-in-law's backyard, is a piece of green grass. At home, I always go there for a walk when I have nothing to do.
It is an interesting place, with short shrubs, short and dense grass with teeth, and some flowers whose names can't be remembered. The air is always good and fresh. A flattened path and bare black soil neatly divided the grassland into this piece and that piece.
On the edge of that meadow, a large part is vegetable field, with potatoes and radishes. Another piece of green land is my paradise. When I was a child, my uncle and I came here to dig earthworms. The soil was black and sticky. When I was in middle school, this place became my favorite "natural bookstore". On it, I grew to seventeen or eighteen. On it, I am used to walking around alone. On it, I blushed and read my first childish poem aloud.
Not far in front of this meadow, I bypass a low dam that is not very high and walk along a gravel road covered with wormwood on both sides, and I will see a riverbed, which I call "Lover River". The blue sky seems to dissolve in it, the river is quite narrow, the black land on the shore is wet, and the blue river reflects the white mist on the horizon.
Above the dam, there is a small house whose door has been locked. I don't know what it is for. On the other side of the river bank, there is a pasture, and there are sheep, horses and cows in the sparse fence nailed with wooden boards.
I always lie on my back on the shore and look at the gentle "lover river". She flowed quietly, swayed gently, ran to the shore and soaked my feet. I love lying alone on the grass next to the dam and looking at the sky. The slowly falling clouds have taken away the feelings of countless lovers.
I like to sit on the grass and smell all kinds of vegetation, flowers, black soil and stones, or look at the pasture across the river while thinking. Sometimes my naughty little cousin annoys me. She doesn't want me to sit alone without talking, as if I were lonely, dragging me to run, jump and talk about Prince Frog and Little Red Riding Hood, which I haven't talked about for a long time.
Also, I often walk along the green embankment, let the cool wind blow away my hair, my thoughts and my young and worried forehead. I think everyone will find that only in nature can we find a complete self. Therefore, I would also like to tell my sister-in-law and uncle my thoughts, not only because they are my friends, but also because they are not only the owners of this grassland, but also the owners of real life.
In winter, after the heavy snow, I also like to go for a walk on the other side of the grass. The grass is covered with gray snow, the shrubs become hard and brittle, and the edges of the shrubs roar in the wind. The "Lover River" is also frozen, and the only thing that can leave traces of spring is the locked hut on the dam. I always dream that there is a green meadow in my sister-in-law's backyard and a green meadow in her front yard. I dreamed of the fluffy grass and shrubs listening to frogs in the moonlight, the tenderness of the story of Lovers River, the small house locked on the shore and the distant pasture on the other side, the laughter of my little cousin, the goldfinch and Little Red Riding Hood.
In a foreign land, whenever I miss it, this piece of green grass-my distant partner. Whenever dusk comes, I think of green, always smell the fragrance of all kinds of grass leaves and flowers, and feel that the humid evening wind blows away my dreamlike thoughts.
Green grass far away from home, oh, my heaven. When I was a child, my favorite was a long and narrow green grass field in the backyard.
The trees in the backyard are very tall. Due to the back of the building, few people walk in the backyard, so real weeds and plantains grow on the paths in Fang Gezi. Walk along the very long green grass, next to the kitchen window on the first floor. In the open kitchen window, there is a very delicious smell of boiled elbows, as well as the smell of fresh vegetables and fresh fruits after cutting.
Looking at the pot hanging on the wall outside the window and the white iron spoon for noodles, I feel very kind. When I was a child, I liked to play alone, because I couldn't compete with others in many games we played together.
Generally speaking, I am a clumsy girl, but when others are too dissatisfied with me, I feel sad, that is, in order to maintain my self-esteem, I gradually developed the habit of playing by myself. When you play alone, your heart is very quiet.
That long and narrow grassland is full of small purple flowers and daisies in early summer. Weeds are in the sun, and the green is pure.
Under the grass, you can often find things lost by others, such as an empty medicine bottle, an old newspaper yellowed by the sun, and the most interesting ones are shredded photos, black-and-white photos, small fragments, maybe half a smiling face, or many beautiful leaves irradiated by the sun. In the photo, I can see the woman who usually walks carefully in the big yard, hesitating and smiling shyly at me.
When I was a child, it was in those broken photos in the grass that I found that everyone had secrets. Secrets are not terrible, and may even be beautiful. Green grass is the most beautiful, simple and beautiful, but it is called green grass. Under the sun, the grass is lush and very lyrical.
There is a narrow sky on the grass. In early summer, the north window facing the backyard of every family is open, and the white paint in the window becomes very white in the sun. The backyard is full of the smell of invisible home, with the smell of food, frying pan, room furniture, curtains hanging for a long time, and wet soap in the bathroom.
This is home, a real home. Compared with the music in front of the building, the voice of mother asking children to eat and the voice of adults standing on the balcony for fun are closer to reality.
Real life makes people feel central. The backyard that children don't often go to is my childhood paradise.
I don't think heaven means revelry, but it calms people down. A penny or two can often be found in the grass, which is probably thrown away by the laundryman accidentally with the wet paper.
Although I was thin when I was a child, I was very greedy. The family is strictly in charge, not giving pocket money and not eating snacks other than fruit candy. However, if it is considered unclean by the family, it is irresistible to the little girl.
Therefore, if you find changes in the grass, that day is a grand festival. Hold the money in your hand at once and go to the street shop to buy something to eat.
The old man who sells things counted three strips of dried tangerine peel from the glass bottle and took a penny. The dried tangerine peel strips are sour and salty, and they are delicious.
6. "My Paradise" composition 400 words My Paradise 400 words My Paradise is in the alley next to my home.
There are several big trees, where friends swing, jump rope, kick sandbags and so on, and they can hear laughter every day. Listen! Laughter again! That's where my friends and I jump rope.
Two people shook the rope and five people jumped. At first, they danced well. Soon, everyone was out of breath. Suddenly, with a bang, Xinyi tripped over the rope. Bai jumped forward and the two people in front fell down. The three men stood up, patted each other on the dust and laughed. The friends were crazy and tired, so they couldn't play any more, so they went to play on the swing.
Sitting on the swing is like a bird spreading its wings and flying in the air. Swing is faster than a house, and the policeman sitting on the swing really laughs like a child crying. After Du asked me to play, I saw Doudou standing by.
He bit his finger and stared straight at the swing, drooling down his finger. Seeing his greedy eyes, we dragged him to play together. Before swinging a few times, Doudou shouted, "Sister, I have to pee!" " Sister, I have to pee! "We thought he was joking, so we deliberately swung A Zhi higher.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of "Hua". It turned out that he really peed and his pants were wet. My Taoist laughed my head off, and Doudou himself laughed "tears streaming down his face".
This is my paradise, full of laughter, friends, let's play together.
7. Write a 500-word composition on My Paradise. There is a big yard behind grandma's house. Adults call it a flower orchard. That's my paradise.
Needless to say, the path covered with petals and fallen leaves, lush grape vines, wisteria full of trees and honeysuckle with claws; Needless to say, oleander branches swaying in the breeze, pomegranates in a big bowl, and figs that cover the sky. Just a corner, there is unlimited interest. Ants run here and ladybugs hunt here. The little snail is even cuter, with a long neck and a big house on its back, and a leisurely look. There are butterflies, dancing happily. Ripe wild strawberries the size of soybeans blushed and hid under the leaves. Shy, a pair of small jasper appearance, people pity. Pick one and put it in your mouth, sour and sweet.
The flower orchard in winter has no taste. It's different when it snows heavily. Snowballs, snowmen, snowball fights … My friends and I can always find interesting games. Every time we go home after the snow, we are inevitably scolded by adults, because we are always covered in snow, and our cheeks and hands are too cold to go back.
My uncle has a childlike heart. It is necessary to make a snowman under the snow. Find a place with thick snow, put the snow eggs together bit by bit, and then push them forward slowly. As the snowball gets bigger and bigger, the snow marks will become wider and wider.
This is the method my uncle taught me, but I can't use it well. I obviously learned to snowball like my uncle. It took me a long time. Snowballs don't roll much more than mineral water bottles. My uncle soon rolled out a snowball as big as grandma's red bucket. I asked my uncle why, but he simply said: You are too impatient, wait for it to get bigger.
Later, when I was a little older, my mother sent me to school in Zhu Lan. Maybe it's because my homework is tight, maybe it's because I always get dirty, maybe it's because I often step on vegetable seedlings, maybe it's because I always make a mess there ... I don't know. In a word, I won't go to the flower orchard often.
Goodbye, my flower of Wei Zi! Goodbye, my figs and snails.