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Who can help me write 10 composition?

If I were a bird.

Every time I see birds flying freely in the sky, I envy them. How I wish I were the flying bird!

If I become a bird. In the morning, I want to stay away from this polluted cement city, fly to the dense forest to breathe fresh air, sing beautiful songs and ask the children to swing on the branches. On the weekend, when my mother nagged me about my homework, a gust of wind blew, and I flapped my wings and flew away. I couldn't hear my mother's annoying nagging anymore. In the evening, I will fly quietly to the busy supermarket to buy jewelry for Sister Rainbow, drinks for Grandpa Sun and snacks for Brother Xing.

If I become a bird. Every day after school, I don't need my parents to send me to pick me up in the wind and rain. I just need to fly to school and fly home with a flap of my wings. If I were a bird, I would fly to the seaside in summer, walk on the soft sand and fly over the sea. If I become a bird, I will fly to the orchard in autumn and eat those ripe and delicious fruits to my heart's content. If I become a bird, I will fly to the North Pole to see penguins and make friends with them. I will fly around to see where there is flood or drought, and then tell people the information at the first time, so that people have time to prepare for disaster prevention, if I become a bird. . . . .

I really want to grow a pair of wings and become a flying bird!

The soul is in the heart

We came into this world, people can't bring disgrace to oneself! Isn't life born with ambition, ideal, ambition and dignity?

Dignity is the burning flame in people's hearts, dignity is the fiery sunshine on the horizon, and dignity is the most indispensable thing for people to come to this world!

1894 During the Sino-Japanese War, Empress Dowager Cixi built the Summer Palace with funds from beiyang fleet. At this time, the Japanese emperor and the people shared weal and woe, from children aged six or seven to soldiers who fought as soldiers, they all scrimped and saved. For the sake of Japan's strength, they scrimped and saved to buy the battleship Yoshino from Britain, and made great contributions to the Sino-Japanese naval battle of 1894. In the Sino-Japanese War, China and beiyang fleet were completely annihilated. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, China compensated Japan for 200 million taels of silver. Japanese Prime Minister Hirofumi Ito said to the Emperor, "We can have a sumptuous dinner today." The emperor shook his head and said, "No, part of this money is used to expand military supplies, and the rest is used for education." Let's put aside our hatred of the invaders for the time being and explore the root causes of Japan's development and growth. Why can a defeated country in World War II rise rapidly when resources are scarce? Isn't this spirit of conquest that is integrated into the hearts of every Japanese citizen worth learning? Why else are you always talking about Wolf Totem now? We can't treat the spirit of conquest as a kind of speech, but should hone every young man and teenager in daily life all the time!

Life can't be bring disgrace to oneself! Nowadays, parents, grandparents, have to carry schoolbags when they are active in primary school, run away from home when they are active in high school, and even commit suicide by jumping off a building, all of which are manifestations of lack of wolf competition consciousness and calcium deficiency in their bones.

During World War II, the United States attacked Japan, and some children of our age were willing to sacrifice for their motherland in training six months in advance. Instead of learning some difficult flying skills, they only learned some basic flying skills, and then these teenagers braved the determination to die and crashed their planes into the aircraft carrier. Isn't this spirit of "one plane, one ship" fighting for the motherland exactly what our teenagers lack now?

Now those students who always drop out of school and don't want to study, don't they feel ashamed at this time? Some people may say, "When you praise the Japanese, are you betraying your country?" I want to say: "only those who face up to their opponents' advantages, deeply reflect on their own shortcomings and dare to correct them can finally defeat their opponents!" "

Dignity is the most important thing in a person's life! Life comes into the world, you can't practice yourself, and you can't live without studying every day! Young people have dreams in their hearts, knowledge in their brains and responsibilities on their shoulders, so that they can live in live high and live high!

The most beautiful is always the mother.

After watching the program of "20 14 Moved China" award ceremony, their love, responsibility and dedication deeply touched me and strongly shocked my soul.

Among the top ten figures, Yao's deeds left a deep impression on me.

My mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as the cold jade of a thousand years. When I raise my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I lower my head, she is a vast land.

Who would know that a grass-roots mother became firm before the flowers fell, and who would know that a mother was eternal before the waning moon? This dying mother is Yao.

Suffering from breast cancer, she spent three years knitting deep love for her children. When I saw her, when our eyes met, my soul left my body, abandoned my identity, abandoned my interests, abandoned everything, and the world became extraordinarily silent. The clock is no longer ticking, the river is no longer running, and the dead leaves are no longer falling with the wind. I only saw a mother, covered in thorns, sucking the blood of life, but suddenly turned around and smiled wearily. So simple.

At this moment, I froze. I forgot my surprise, my emotions, my numbness. I just stood there and watched the figure blur in my sight until it disappeared.

You are not only sewing embroidery, but also sewing the impossible into the possible, sewing the fragments of children's dreams into a bridge of hope and a warm fragrance.

You are not a green leaf lined with red flowers, a long stem supporting the whole, a bright sunshine or a gentle spring rain. You are like a root silently in the ground. You are a unique mother! Nothing can replace you or explain you.

The fallen flowers are still not asked, and the residual leaves will only melt into the soil in the end. And you can only weave Xiu Xiang with love, and tie it to the child's black hair that changes from short to thick, and tie it to vicissitudes.

You make our hearts no longer numb, no longer let us get lost because of the expansion of material desires, no longer let money and power occupy our hearts, no longer let the coordinates of life tilt, and let us begin to find that we have been standing between the wrinkles of old age.

For love, you become a seawall, no matter how big the storm is, you must guard the spring of your dreams.

Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I still look blankly at your fading back and the warmth that has never faded.

From her body, it reflects the unknown persistence of this world: they turn all their physical and mental energy into a little care and pass it on to the hope of the future. They are ordinary and great, so we should cherish them.

I want to be a grass.

"Without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees, I am an unknown grass …" Whenever I hear this touching song, I can't help humming. This is one of my favorite songs. When I sang it gently, I seemed to see green grass and a strong, unknown little life.

In flower beds, nurseries and fields, you can see green, tender grass and its unique smell at a glance. It is not as bright and gorgeous as a flower, nor as tall and straight as a tree. Just give it a little soil and it will settle down. I just like these humble grasses.

Spring girl's footsteps have just taken a step, and the grass has leaned out of her little head and shook her hands to welcome the arrival of spring. When the spring breeze blows and the spring rain is baptized, the grass can't wait to weave one green dress after another for Mother Earth. Look, there's one here and one there. The green is shining and attractive. I can't help stepping on it barefoot. It's soft and crisp ... I can roll on it twice or run for a while. Very comfortable. Grass brings me endless fun and happy mood.

In a blink of an eye, the hot summer came. The sun is like a big fireball, as if to cook everything on the ground. The leaves on the roadside trees dried up, and the originally proud flowers rolled up beautiful petals. Only the grass still stands upright with its small body, as if holding a spear, fighting to the death with the ruthless sun. The sun got angry, changed his face and ordered Lei Gong Dian Mu to teach him a lesson. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and raindrops as big as soybeans poured down and slammed into the earth. The leaves trembled with fear, trembled in the wind, the flowers turned white, bowed their heads and huddled, and the grass was beaten black and blue and fell to the ground. Are they ready to give in? Do they want to plead with the storm? The victorious sun smiled proudly, but suddenly found that those weak and petite bodies shook off the earth and rain that were pressing on them and stubbornly held their heads high! They held hands one by one, as if to say, "Come on, guys! You can't see the rainbow until after the storm! " See, the grass is not a person, they unite as one, and Qi Xin works together to overcome the difficulties. Grass makes me feel the collective strength and unyielding spirit.

The autumn wind is rustling, the cold wind is blowing, and the leaves begin to turn yellow and fall. The thin body of the grass can't resist the increasingly biting cold, and slowly turns yellow until it withers and melts into a pile of soil. Did the grass just disappear? No, when snow covered Mother Earth like a big quilt, did you hear the brisk laughter coming quietly? It was a sweet dream of the grass in a deep sleep. I don't know what made it laugh. It lies comfortably in its mother's arms, quietly waiting for the next life recovery. Grass has taught me patience and hope.

"Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." It is this kind of grass that makes us see powerful life. From the grass, I deeply realized the great life value of "being strong" for the first time. They are behind the scenes and are willing to make themselves a foil. Although people seldom talk about them, they are satisfied because they are given in obscurity and have no regrets. "Never lonely, never worried", I was once again shocked by them, not seeking for beauty or height, and selflessly dedicated everything to myself. This kind of life value flashed on them again.

They are just nameless grass on the roadside, but they fully interpret the triumph of life value with their own practical actions. A grass loves life so much, let alone us. I made up my mind to be like a grass. Even if I am an ordinary person, I will live tenaciously and never give up my life. High lived a wonderful life.

That encouraging look.

A person's eyes are changeable, sometimes harsh, sometimes warm ... but I was deeply moved by the scene I saw on the skating rink, and I still remember it.

When I was in grade one, I began to learn to skate. Before I got to the skating rink, a chill came over my face and I shivered at once. As soon as the skates hit the ice, I lost my balance and bumped into each other. After studying for more than four months, there is still no improvement, just like learning at first. Mom and coach are like "ants on hot bricks-running around".

One day, after a big fall, I angrily walked out of the skating rink. Suddenly, an unexpected guest surprised me. My mother wears roller skates. I thought to myself: Mom never learned to skate at all. Why did she skate today? At this time, my mother smiled and looked up at me with encouraging eyes and said, "Come on, let's go for a walk." Mother's eyes are so clear and transparent, like the warm ripples of spring water, overflowing into my heart. My uneasy feeling suddenly melted into my mother's encouraging eyes. Like wearing a tie, I followed my mother back to the skating rink. When I first got on the ice rink, my mother was like a tumbler, wobbling and falling on all fours. She grabbed my hand and handrail and said nervously, "Don't let go, don't let go." Slipped less than a small circle, a bean-sized sweat has been hung on my mother's forehead. Finally, that lap slipped away. Mom stumbled out of the skating rink. The next day, my mother's limbs ached and she could hardly get out of bed. Seeing my mother's pain, my eyes immediately filled with tears. Mother said softly, "are you still afraid of skating?" You are my teacher! " "

Mom, I am very touched by your encouragement, and your eyes have always impressed me. In the following days, whenever I encounter difficulties, I will think of it. Mom, please believe that in the future, I will never fail easily.

Cute little pen container

On Sunday morning, I made a small pen container by myself at home. This pen container is used to put pens. If you want to know the process, please turn your eyes here.

I prepared twenty straws, a two-meter long thread and the bottom of a candy box. Here we go. I first took out a two-meter string and some straws, tied the middle part of the straw on the string and tied a knot, then tied a fast knot to prevent it from loosening. The next straw is also made like the first straw. Until all 20 straws are tied. Then take out the bottom of the candy box and surround it with a straw, end to end. I called my mother: "Mom, come and look at my pen container. Almost finished. Come and see! " "Mom ran to have a look and said," Good, good, come on! "As soon as I heard my mother praise me, I was filled with joy. As soon as I saw the monotony of the pen container, I took out the cardboard, cut out some shapes and stuck them on it. I said to myself, "haha, yes, it's beautiful!" "

How's it going? Action is not as good as action. Make one yourself if you like! Now this lovely little pen container is on my desk. I put the pen in every time I use it. Every time I see this small pen container, I will think of when I made it. I'm glad I didn't give up the idea of making a pen container. Let's make one ourselves! You will do better than me!

I cried that time.

On the road of growing up, everyone has cried, but some are sweet and some are bitter.

I remember it was cloudy that morning, as if it would rain heavily at any time. My baby kitten has been weaned for two months, and it can jump very high, so my family always asks me to throw it away, but I still can't be cruel, but when I came together in the morning, the baby kitten actually killed me for four months and it was a hard-won "lucky grass" bud.

I'm angry. I don't know what to do. If I throw the kitten away, its mother will be sad, and it is useless to ask others for grass seeds, because he said that he would not live in Nantong and go to Sanya in the future. My mother happened to pass by and saw my "lucky grass" bud crushed to death, so she said to me, "Is it a kitten again?" I told you a long time ago that kittens are annoying, so you won't listen and insist on keeping them. Now you know, throw them away! "

I looked at the lovely kitten and really didn't want to abandon it. What if it goes into the sewer and can't get out and drown? What if it starved to death without fish? What if a vicious dog eats you outside? If ... I look at my mother again and see her staring at me. Reluctantly, I put the kitten in the box and went to the hidden grass and said, "kitten, be good here and have fun. Bye." It meowed a few times as if to promise me. I went to the door and took one last look at the kitten. I cried, and I actually put such a weak little life into the wild.

After returning to the room, the big cat kept barking, looking for the baby kitten. I went over to touch its head and said, "Mimi, your baby is fine, don't worry." There was a huge thunder outside, and the roaring rain poured down.

I think: if the kitten is outside in such a heavy rain, will it catch cold and have a fever? It is still so small, and its resistance is very weak. Thinking of this, I cried with my head in my arms and said, "Why did I leave such a small kitten outside alone?" It was still young, so I threw it away. God, how can I be so cruel? " Thinking of this, I leaned out to see the kitten, but it was gone. My heart ached and I cried loudly, thinking: I killed the kitten. If you were at home, you might live a few years longer than you are now. I really regret losing it.

Unforgettable fire fighting trip

Have you ever seen a fire truck? Did you put out the fire? Have you ever been lifted high by a fire truck? I don't think so. I'm honored to have the opportunity to experience it for myself. Can you believe it? Ah! If you don't believe me, I'll tell you something!

As a small reporter of Xiangtan Daily, at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, under the leadership of my father, I came to Xiangtan County Fire Brigade, where I met the battle-hardened fire fighters and learned about the advanced rescue equipment. Learned how to put out the fire and so on;

Our first activity is to visit the fire engine. There are many novel things on the fire truck: there are hoses; The water depth there is 20 meters. There are many types of hoses, ranging from 40 to 80. Moreover, the fire truck can suck 7 meters deep water anywhere there is water, and the foam box can also mix foam with water. The ratio of water to foam during fire extinguishing is 1:7. Speaking of which, I have a question: a fire truck must consume a lot of oil to load so many things. How big is its "tank belly"? Later, Uncle Huo told us that it could hold 200 liters of oil. It is really a "big stomach king".

The second activity is that Uncle Huo taught us to put out the fire with a fire extinguisher. Through learning, I know that the fire extinguisher should be shaken twice before use, and then the red safety valve should be pulled out, with one hand holding the nozzle and the other pressing the handle. In addition to correct operation, the "small fire experts" are also required to be calm and not to panic.

The third link is the most wonderful, that is: as long as you perform a program, you can get on the fire truck and be held high by the fire truck; I envy watching my friends get on the fire truck and be held high and happy. I really want to experience it. However, my inner timidity prevents me from being an expert. After many "battles", I finally overcame my inner fear. When I was about to raise my hand, uncle Huo's powerful voice came from my ear: the experience is over; I regret watching the opportunity slip away from me in vain; But I got nothing. Although I have never experienced being held high by a fire truck, through this link, I understand a truth: the opportunity is won by myself, and timidity and hesitation will make the opportunity run away.

This is my unforgettable "fire fighting" trip. If you want to play, watch and learn, please report to Xiangtan Daily Little Reporter Club!

Beautiful park

There is a beautiful park near my home-Mid-Levels National Forest Park. The scenery is picturesque all year round.

Spring is a green world. The grass is tender green and the trees are new green. Spring rain falls like silk, and all the trees open their mouths to suck the dew of spring. When the spring breeze blows, all the greens are trembling and shining with crystal green light. The thick kudzu vine is green and full of vitality, and everything is so fresh, quiet and poetic.

In summer, mountain flowers are in full bloom and colorful. Looking at colorful flowers, it's so beautiful! A breeze blew and gave off a pleasant fragrance. The lush forest is like an umbrella stretching in the mountains.

In autumn, the wind blows through the golden leaves and dances in the air, just like golden butterflies dancing. This seems to be a golden symphony. Everything is so bright and dazzling.

Winter is a silver world, the sky is blue, the ground is silver, and the forest is wrapped in silver, which is particularly enchanting and looks like a beautiful scene in a fairy tale world.

Along the path paved with bluestones, there is a stream flowing downwards. The splashing water, like little white plums, falls like a light rain. This stream is like a bright pearl, embedded between green mountains and green waters.

Ah! Mid-levels Forest Park is like an endless ribbon all year round, with quiet spring, fiery summer, brilliant autumn and quiet winter all on this ribbon.