Liushuide's composition

Cold comes and summer goes, and the four seasons change. Feel the joy in the pure mountain stream in my hometown. Let's follow the footsteps of spring, smell the sweetness of autumn in the summer sunshine, and then walk into the gurgling stream with the snow in winter!

In spring, everything comes back to life. When the stream in the river began to sing again, when the birds in the mountains were whispering again, spring broke the silence of winter and a vibrant scene appeared. The willows on both sides stand proudly, spitting buds. As the poet He wrote, "Jasper is as high as a tree, and thousands of threads of moss hang down." Next to the willow tree are flowers that make people feel happy. Bees and butterflies are dancing in the flowers, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

In summer, the sun is covered with thick shadows. How cool the mountain stream is! The children came barefoot to the mountain stream. Walking to the river, the coolness came to my face. The children's excitement can't be calm for a long time because of the colorful activities such as catching shrimp and fishing. The most interesting thing is to have a water fight. The scene is fierce and more fun than the Dai water-splashing festival.

Autumn is full of fruits, and streams are no exception. Sometimes a fruit falls from a tree by the stream and is in my arms. At first glance, it turned out to be a small carambola. Ah! Ripe, sour and sweet, delicious! The maple leaves on the tree drifted into the stream. When the ants saw it, they all wanted to float to the river bank in this strange boat.

In winter, it snows. Snowflakes drifted into the stream with the whistling north wind, and the stream was covered with a thick layer of ice. At this time, the stream is already vast. Girls in winter let beautiful and different shapes of snowflakes fly all winter.

The mountains are rolling and the water is gurgling. I shuttled through the mountains and my whole heart was washed. I love the mountains and streams in my hometown, and I love the beautiful nature even more!

Chapter II: Running Water

Today, as usual, I played in my room. Suddenly I heard my father calling me, so I ran over. I saw my father take a basin of water in the basin and put it on the stool. There is also an empty basin on the ground with a plastic pipe in his hand. Dad saw me and said, "Can you use this pipe to make the water in the basin flow into the empty basin?" I looked at it and thought, "The basin filled with water is high, so it should flow down easily!" " "Thinking of this, I safely picked up the pipe, put one end in the basin and the other end in the lower part. I shook the pipe, but the water could not flow out. I tried several times, but I didn't succeed. At this time, my father said to me, I will teach you a method. Fill the tube with water, and then put both ends of the tube into two pots respectively. Release your hand at the same time, and the water will flow out automatically. I was a little dubious after listening to it, but I did it according to my father's method. However, the water only flowed out a little. Dad said that the reason why I failed was that when I put the pipe in, air entered the pipe. When I put it in, I blocked the nozzle with my hand to prevent air from coming in. I did it again, and this time it finally succeeded. After a while, a basin of water ran out, and I was very happy. A series of questions appeared in my mind. How did this happen? What is the principle?

Finally, my father told me that this is the role of atmospheric pressure. When the pipe is filled with water, there is no atmospheric pressure in the pipe. At this time, the water in the basin will automatically flow out through the pipeline under the action of atmospheric pressure. After listening to it, I still don't understand. My father said to me, "Where there is atmosphere, there is pressure. Many phenomena in life are the principle of atmospheric pressure. You should study hard and you will learn later. "

This experiment let me know that science is everywhere in my life. I will discover more scientific phenomena and learn more scientific knowledge in the future.

Article 3: Small Bridges and Flowing Families

Small bridge, ancient and dumb, is an indelible thick ink landscape. The bricks of Banbarge peeled off, revealing endless melody and winding keel, lying on both sides of the river. The stone pier seems to have decayed, covered with moss of the years, and the quaint wooden boards on it reveal the mellow history. I climbed the spine of its Beijing car rental Beijing studio and stood by the bridge. It swayed and trembled. The stone lions at the bridge are still there. It has only been eroded by years into an invisible relic. I understand that it keeps its mission, even after thousands of years of wind and rain.

Running water flows gently across the bridge. It walks in the happiness of this country, with light and slow steps. There are frolicking fish, water lilies and small bridges crossing the river, reflecting boundless shadows. I can clearly capture my own shadow. Across the water, under the bright moon, the little sister-in-law of UFIDA Beijing is dripping with light, and the river flowing away in the distance is bent. I can vaguely hear the light sound of the river, and it is addicted to its own possession. I understand that it is a kind of intoxication, which has been flowing in the dragon blood for thousands of years and remains unchanged for a long time.

Man, build a house with eaves and plant two lotus flowers that love each other. It quietly guards the small bridge, running water and itself. This is a kind of satisfaction, a kind of disappearing happiness, which has faded away from the noise and impetuousness of the world. In this quiet corner, I quietly savored it. There is a chrysanthemum in front of and behind the house, just as Tao said in "Beijing Wedding Photography Reducer", "Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely." Lotus hoe, walking on the country road, very happy. I understand that the country is everyone's greatest attachment.

Finally, I understand the unique melody of China's landscape painting, the quiet and elegant artistic conception, and the unique quiet and leisurely feelings of China literati. Through pen and ink, through the countryside, I want to eulogize, as the book says, everyone has their own happiness, be a contented stone, guard their own little happiness, and remain silent in the corner of the sun.

Chapter IV: Running Water

Although the water is urgent, it can't wash away the memory of my hometown river.

Running water, running water, many past events have vanished, only my hometown, only this river, will be engraved in my heart forever.

When I went to play in other places and received the scarf, I forgot it long ago, but a long time ago, I went to my mother's hometown, Xinye Longtan, where the Tang River flowed, but I was deeply impressed.

At that time, I had deep feelings for my hometown, and I still can't give it up. When I found a large beach, I called my brother excitedly. My brother came running quickly. I have prepared an "egg yolk pie" made of sand. When my brother came to see me, he took advantage of me unprepared. 3, 2, 1, fire! A big "egg yolk pie" was thrown in his face. My brother slapped the sand on his face with a sigh and quickly hit me back. I had to fight in a hurry. After playing for a while, I ran away in a panic. We had a good time and went crazy. Finally, my brother was tired of playing and I was tired of running. We sat down and quietly looked at this river, the mother river that raised people on both sides of the strait.

This river is not narrow. It is like a bright belt, flowing in front of our eyes, making a gurgling sound, which I still can't forget. It's so sweet, it sounds like a music box. But if you listen carefully, you will hear other sounds, such as the fisherman's horn, the goose's cry, even the wind blowing through the leaves, and the fish spitting bubbles. How wonderful all this is! There are rows of poplar, ginkgo, orange pomelo and other tree species beside the river bank, and their leaves dance with the wind, rolling up the ripples of underground grass. The sun shines on those trees, as if to paint the leaves with a layer of golden pigment. It's amazing!

We almost saw the most beautiful scenery in the world and danced. I even stubbornly believe that it is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Until now, I still think so. Because the gurgling water not only did not dilute my childhood memories, but also deeply imprinted on my mind.

Running water is full of affection, mother river, I will always remember you!

Chapter 5: Running Water

Beautiful as flowers on the outside and bamboo on the inside, it is your elegance that adds luster to Song Ci.

Sadness and gentleness, daring to love and hurt, are the greatest feelings your life has given us.

Autumn wind blew off the once green leaves and walked slowly along the stream. Whose girl is leaning on the west window by the winding stream? The wind messed up her hair, but it couldn't dispel the gloom on her face. The running water took away the dead leaves and the people she loved the most, the people she loved the most. Now, how can she repeat the heroic cry of "live as an outstanding person and die as a ghost"? I thought that kind of love and care could last a lifetime, but I didn't know that happiness came easily and went quickly. From everyone's mouth, the prime minister's daughter-in-law has become a "searching, lonely and miserable, homeless person."

"It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid double happiness can't bear much worry. " Tears wet the memories that once flew quickly, so the beautiful past and unforgettable love merged into a stream flowing in front of the door, washing away the pain in my heart again and again.

The pain in the eyes is sadness, tears, and pain or hate in the heart. I don't know how deeply all this has left a mark on her fragile heart. Her untimely birth created her tragedy. She bravely faced the sudden change of national demise and family death and suffered the grief of her lover's early death.

What gives you such great courage and persistence? It is unyielding to fate; Is the hope of survival; Or is it a belief to live instead of all those who love and understand her?

We are grateful for this change, and history remembers this suffering. If there is no such heavy and painful blow, how can there be a beloved "slow voice", how can there be a "drunken flower song" that has been passed down to this day, and how can there be such a woman who makes people feel distressed when they think about it?

He didn't give in to fate, but slowly flowed along the historical trend, being persistent, facing all the joys and sorrows gently and stubbornly, and finally injecting the freshest living water into the ocean of the Great Song Poetry.

Yi 'an is your gentleness, stubbornness, unyielding and firmness, drawing the lightest, softest, firmest, slowest and most beautiful stroke in the history of the Great Song Dynasty.