Sanwa, who has been playing wild outdoors for a long time, has unkempt hair, muddy trouser legs, blouse and even her face, and is a real cat. I wanted to go to my neighbor, Dogway, to poke the hornet's nest on Grandma Liu's old pear tree, but Dogway was not at home. What should we do? A * * * sat under the eaves of the house of Gowa, his eyes were rolling, and he saw the fishing rod that Grandpa Gowa put by the door of the hall, and said to himself, "Yes, go fishing."
Sanwa didn't care to tell anyone, so she quickly picked up the fishing rod and the wind generally ran to the river outside the village. Where can I fish? Thinking that Grandpa Gouwa always likes to fish in Shibantuo, he came to Shibantuo. Seeing a place surrounded by wormwood with a stone in the middle, I sat down and tried it: "Well, it's ok here, and there are benches to sit on, but I can't get the sun." I just wanted to throw the hook into the water, but I remembered that there was no string of bait.
Sanwa patted his forehead with his dirty hand and said with remorse, "Sanwa, Sanwa, what are you panicking about?" I stood up and lifted the stone to look for earthworms. Even I moved two or three big stones, and I was so tired that I was panting. My forehead oozed thick sweat before I caught two red earthworms. Quickly take one and put it in the palm of your hand, pat it hard for a few times, pinch it into two halves, string it on the hook, learn the way grandpa Gouwa fishes, spit two mouthfuls at the half earthworm on the hook, and drag up his voice and sing: "The saliva is sugar, so you can pay for it if you drop it." After singing, throw the hook into the middle of the water. Fish hooks and pendants fell into the water, and the calm water rippled several times and spread around, and it took a while for the water to recover calm. Sanwa was sitting on the stone at this moment, hiding in the Artemisia grass, motionless, but for his eye-catching wearing a little red jacket, it would not be easy to see someone. Sanwa looked unblinkingly at the buoy exposed on the water, hoping that the fish would take the bait quickly.
At this moment, an uncle wearing a hat passed by here. There was a fork in the road ahead, and he was in a dilemma. Looking around, he finally saw someone fishing in the Artemisia grass. "Hey, fishing kid, it's time to go to the goldfish village ..." Before she finished asking, Sanwa put her index finger on her mouth and "shh" motioned for silence. The uncle who asked for directions saw this kid was so funny that he had to stand on the other side and look at him with a smile without making any noise.
I saw the buoy go up a little and suddenly sank. Sanwa hurriedly grabbed the fishing rod with both hands and pulled it up hard, and the hooks were thrown to the shore behind her. Because of too much force, the fish unhooked and ran away.
The uncle who asked for directions laughed and said, "You pulled out the pole a little early." Sanwa said grumpily, "I blame you. You scared me away." After the words were spoken, I felt that my words were unreasonable. I smiled and said, "Uncle, the road to Goldfish Village should go straight along the road by the river."
After that, he sat on the stone and concentrated on fishing. 2. Write a composition of 1 words with Bai Juyi's "Children Fishing" < P > The sun is shining in March, and flowers are blooming. Willows spit out buds, grass sticks out its head, and flowers smile. A little boy with disheveled hair came to the river with a fish basket on his back. The boy had big eyes and a red face, and he was very cute.
The little boy sat down in the wild grass by the pond, and the wild flowers beside him were very lovely, including yellow, red and blue ... colorful and * * *. The lake is crystal clear, the rocks at the bottom of the lake are colorful, and the fish and shrimp can be seen clearly. The little boy threw the hook into the water and hooked the fish like an adult.
Come here for a while. An old gentleman passed by. He was wearing a robe, a straw hat and carrying a luggage. He looked around as if he had lost his way. He saw the little boy fishing and asked loudly, "Little brother, how can I get to Wangcun?" The little boy looked back and waved to him to come over. The old man stepped forward and leaned down. The little boy attached it to his ear and whispered, "Go over a mountain in front and go 2 meters west." The old man smiled at the little boy and watched him leave with his heart set on fishing.
The little boy was still fishing seriously. Suddenly, the line started to move and slowly sank. There must be a fish hooked! The little boy load, up a jilt, "wow! What a big fish! " The little boy smiled with relief, so he caught one fish after another.
The sun went down and the fish basket was full of fish. The little boy picked up the fish basket and hummed a tune, and went home along the mountain road. 3. How to write 1 words of children's fishing composition
There is a famous saying in Taiwan Province: People who can't fish are not good fathers. And I was lucky enough to catch up with a good father who can fish.
But my father didn't take me fishing on weekdays, but this November, my father took the lead and drove me to a fish pond in the suburbs of Beijing. The golden autumn scenery all the way has intoxicated me, and seeing the sparkling water in the fish pond has made my heart beat faster!
Dad helped me fix the fishing rod and threw it into the water so that I could keep an eye on the float. Soon the float sank into the water, and I clumsily twitched the fishing rod. Ah, the fish is served! At this time, I seem to hold the earth, as if I were to be sucked into the center of the earth by her! A fierce battle, let me forget the study depression, let me get the happiness of teenagers!
(October 19, 213) 4. Children's fishing rewriting composition
I have two articles here, both of which are from my class.
1. in spring, the spring breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, and the earth is spring. A little boy came running on the winding mountain path. His head was round, his hair was messy, and his red face was embedded with big bright eyes, which made him more lively and lovely.
With a fishing rod on his shoulder and a fish basket in his hand, he skipped to the river. Ah, the scenery by the river is really beautiful! The green grass is dotted with colorful wild flowers, red, yellow, white and purple. From a distance, it looks like a green carpet inlaid with exquisite patterns.
The water in the river is so clear that you can see the fish and shrimp at the bottom. The river is like a naughty child, singing beautiful songs and flowing away.
The little boy found a big stone covered with moss and sat on his side, with long grass covering his body. He took out the fishing rod, put on the bait, threw it hard, and the hook fell into the water. He stared at the float on the water without blinking. After a while, the float moved, and he just wanted to pull, suddenly remembering what Grandpa said: "When fishing, you can't pull up until you see the float sink."
so he sat down again and waited patiently. Just then, an old man in his fifties passed by. He wore a robe, a straw hat and a bag on his shoulder, as if he had walked a long way to get here. He was staring blankly at the distance and didn't know how to get there. Suddenly, he saw a little boy fishing. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurried forward and walked respectfully. I saw that the little boy didn't even look at him, so he waved his hand and motioned him not to come over, as if to say, "Don't go away, or my fish will be bad if you run away."
Then he still squatted there motionless, staring at the float on the water. Mr. Wang wanted to ask again, but when he saw the little boy's concentration, he stopped. He shook his head helplessly and sighed: "This child!" " I went on my way.
After a while, the float moved and sank. The little boy was quick of hand and quick of eye, and suddenly pulled the fishing rod, ha! It's a big fish, and his face is full of joy. His white face looks like a blooming peony flower. In this way, he caught one fish after another, and by the time the sun went down, the little boy had caught a basket full of fish.
humming a song, he packed his fishing rod and basket and went home happily along the mountain path. 2. One morning, the 9-year-old calf got up without washing his face and combing his head, so he hurriedly picked up the fishing tools prepared the night before and ran to the river.
Little Mavericks happily came to the river and saw that the river was deep and green, with beautiful lotus flowers on it! The calf leans over and sits on the raspberry moss. The tall grass by the river covered his body, revealing only a small head.
Little Mavericks put bait on the fishing line and threw the fish into the river, only to see the fishing line "brush" and sink into the river, and the float floated quietly on the water. The calf stared at the float intently.
but the fish didn't move. The calf lifted the fish, put some bait and threw it out.
After a while, the float remained motionless, so he lifted the fishing rod again, put some bait on the fishing line, threw the fishing line out, and waited quietly. Soon, I saw the fish float on the water, and he stared at the fish float with rapt attention.
Just then, a passer-by shouted to him, "How can I get to Zhang's house, little child?" Little Mavericks quickly shook their hands at him, meaning: Don't talk loudly, I'm fishing. At this time, the calf jerked the fishing rod upward and a big carp was caught.
He put the fish in the fish basket, packed his fishing gear and walked happily to the man who asked the way. As he walked, he said, "Are you going to Zhang's house? I know, come with me. " . 5. Rewrite the ancient poem "Children Fishing" into a composition
On a sunny morning in Wan Li, a child came out to fish.
he skipped to a forest. He looked left, right, east and west.
I finally found a "land of feng shui"-a lake. There are many reeds beside the small lake, and there is a big stone covered with moss.
it's very secluded here. Even the fish are hard to detect.
He packed the bait, picked up the fishing rod, held it high, threw it forward with great force, and suddenly the lake rippled and became dizzy. He leans over, sits on a stone, and catches fish with all his heart.
this is a passerby coming. He lost his way and wanted to go back to the city.
but I haven't found the right way yet. At this moment, his eyes lit up: there is a child in front! He asked, "Do you know how to get to the city from here, little friend?" The child was taken aback and thought: If he shouts again, the fish will scare away! So he waved his hand.
signal not to disturb him fishing. Passers-by thought he didn't hear, so he shouted again, "Kid, how can I get to the city from here?" The child was in a hurry. He waved his hand again and pointed to the fishing rod in his hand.
Passers-by suddenly realized, and asked in a low voice, "Would you please show me the way?" Say that finish, also specially hands fuels, said for advice. The child pointed away.
Passers-by understood, said goodbye to the child and praised him in his heart: This child is really attentive. Then he hit the road.
The child breathed a sigh of relief and went on fishing. After a while, I caught a lot of fish.
return with a full load. 6. Rewrite (1) as an essay of more than 3 words. Original text: pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupanzhen
The famous wine in the golden cup costs 1 yuan per bucket; The exquisite dishes in the tracts cost ten thousand yuan. I'm so depressed that I can't eat without a cup. When I drew my sword and looked around, I was really at a loss. I wanted to cross the Yellow River, but the ice and snow blocked this great river. If you want to climb the Taihang Mountain, the vast snow and snow have already closed the mountain. Like Lu Shang fishing Bixi, you are waiting to make a comeback; Like Yi Yin dreaming, he passed by the Japanese side by boat. How difficult it is to travel in the world, how difficult it is; There are so many roads in front of me, should I go north to south? I believe that one day, I can ride the long wind to break the waves; Hang Yun Fan high and March forward in the sea! The golden cup is full of expensive wine, and the jade plate is full of delicious food worth ten thousand yuan, but I stopped to throw chopsticks and didn't want to drink. I pulled out my sword and looked around, feeling at a loss. I wanted to cross the Yellow River, but the river was frozen with ice and snow. I wanted to climb Taihang Mountain, but the mountain was covered with snow and blocked. In those days, Lu Shang lived in seclusion and used to fish in Bixi. Before Yi Yin was hired, he passed by the sun by boat in his dream. it is hard to go, it is hard to go! How many forks in the road, where is my way? One day, I can ride the wind and break the waves, hang Yun Fan high and March forward bravely in the sea. 7. children's fishing is rewritten into a short essay
in spring, the spring breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, and the earth is spring.
A little boy ran along the winding mountain path. His head was round, his hair was messy, and his red face was embedded with a pair of bright big eyes, which made him more lively and lovely. He skipped to the river with a fishing rod on his shoulder and a fish basket in his hand.
ah, the scenery by the river is really beautiful! The green grass is dotted with colorful wild flowers, red, yellow, white and purple. From a distance, it looks like a green carpet inlaid with exquisite patterns. The water in the river is so clear that you can see the fish and shrimp at the bottom.
The river flows away like a naughty child, clattering with beautiful songs. The little boy found a big stone covered with moss and sat on his side, with long grass covering his body.
He took out the fishing rod, put on the bait, threw it hard, and the hook fell into the water. He stared unblinkingly at the float on the surface of the water. After a while, the float moved, and he just wanted to pull it. Suddenly he remembered what Grandpa said: "When fishing, you can't pull it up until you see the float sink." So he sat down again and waited patiently.
[You are browsing the articles provided by Lao Baixiao Online] Just then, an old man in his fifties passed by here. He wore a robe, a straw hat and a luggage bag on his shoulder. It seemed that he had walked a long way to get here. He was staring blankly into the distance and didn't know how to get to the road ahead. Suddenly, he saw a little boy fishing. His eyes suddenly lit up and he hurried forward. I saw that the little boy didn't even look at him, so he waved his hand and motioned him not to come over, as if to say, "Don't go away, or my fish will be bad if you run away." Then he still squatted there motionless, staring at the float on the water.
Mr. Wang wanted to ask again, but when he saw the little boy's concentration, he stopped. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "This child!" I went on my way. After a while, the float moved and sank. The little boy was quick of hand and quick of eye, and suddenly pulled the fishing rod, ha! It's a big fish, and his face is full of joy. His white face looks like a blooming peony flower.
In this way, he caught one fish after another. By the time the sun went down, the little boy had caught a basket full of fish. While humming a song, he packed his fishing rod and basket and went home happily along the mountain path.