Zhi Zi Nongbing Composition

Writing is to describe what you see and feel in your life, express your imagination and thinking about life, and let readers feel and think about life. The following is my composition about children's ice making, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

Spring is coming. Green grass comes out of the ground and brings vitality to the earth. Lovely orioles flying in the air, singing tactfully, people fall in love at first sight.

There are some children walking by the roadside. They talked and laughed. They should have just come back from school. At this moment, the wind blew, and a child suddenly said, "Shall we fly kites?" This opinion was recognized by everyone, and everyone ran home to get kites. They quickly pulled up the rope while it was still windy. Because it is not often released, the youngest child doesn't know how to release it, which makes him very anxious. He just released it, but it fell again. He was anxious to see other children's "big birds" flying away. Finally, with the help of friends, he put it away. Although it is only as high as the roof, it has soared into the sky in the hearts of children.

In a village, there was a clever boy who could always think of many novel ways to play. Look, he is making new toys!

He carefully took out the ice frozen in the metal basin yesterday, then cut a hole in the ice and put a colored thread in it, holding it in his hand like a smaller transparent pheasant.

The child took a wooden stick and knocked on the pheasant. He knocked and walked, attracting the envious eyes of countless children. He was so happy that he took bigger steps, knocked louder and walked farther and farther. He doesn't seem to feel cold at all. He walked round and round, and the pheasant knocked harder and harder. What an interesting picture it is!

"thud-"hey, what's that noise? Oh, it turned out that the ice broke and fell to the ground, making a sound of broken glass!

Lele, a five-year-old boy, saw the thick ice in the copper basin and began to dance. He accidentally bumped his back into the silver pheasant hanging on his wall, and his eyes rolled, yeah! Ice cubes can be made of silver carp, so Lele knocked the copper basin upside down and slowly moved it away. A glittering and translucent ice appeared in front of him. Lele poured hot water into the middle of the ice, drilled a small hole, found a beautiful colored silk, put it in the hole, tied the colored silk in a knot, lifted it like a silver pheasant, and found a wooden stick.

Lele is carrying ice cubes and holding a wooden stick, tapping gently, bang! Bang! Just like the sound of emerald bells ringing through the forest, more and more children are watching. Lele is very proud. The louder she knocked, the harder she knocked. Suddenly, she heard a bang, like the sound of jade breaking. It turns out that the silver pheasant is broken. Some children have stones in their eyes, some clap their hands and cheer, and only Lele stands there, holding colored silk in his left hand and a wooden stick in his right hand, with tears in his eyes and regrets.

In winter, the weather becomes extremely cold.

As soon as the children saw it getting cold in winter, they immediately filled a bowl of water with a copper bowl at home and put it on the windowsill. The children got up early the next morning, put on thick clothes and friends, came to the windowsill and took down the copper bowl on the windowsill. As soon as I saw that a large bowl of water filled yesterday had frozen into thick and solid ice, I immediately took out the fast, thick and solid ice.

I also carefully punched a small hole in the ice, and carefully escaped a colored silk thread from the hole, tied it into a circle and held it in my hand as a silver pheasant.

The silver pheasant made of homemade ice cubes has an unusually beautiful voice, comparable to a jade chime. Beautiful voice through the Woods, unusually loud.

I knew what had happened, but suddenly I heard a sound, like the sound of broken glass. People followed the sound to the noisy place and saw several children with methamphetamine in their hands. Some children have lost the ice in their hands. Broken to the ground, people realized that the sound was broken glass, but the ice of these children fell to the ground, and the sound of broken ice was like the sound of broken glass. As soon as people realized that the sound was broken ice, they all went home to do their own things.

When winter came, all the places turned into ice and snow.

Several innocent and lovely children took some brass pots before going to bed last night, filled them with water and put them in the yard, ready to play the next day.

The next morning, the children got up early and rushed out of the house to see if their toys were frozen.

The children put their yellow cans upside down on the ground and tapped the bottom and sides of the brass cans with their hands. After a while, several small ice cubes similar to disks were taken out.

The children were so happy that they quickly took out colorful silk threads with all kinds of flowers, blew ice with their mouths and tied them up with small sticks. Finally, they dug a hole, put colored silk thread through the hole, and then hit it with a small stick.

The crisp sound goes through the forest, just like a beautiful music.

Suddenly, the sound of glass falling to the ground sounded. It turned out that the children broke the colored silk, and the ice fell to the ground and broke, so the children had to go home disappointed.

In winter, it snows like reed flowers and cotton wool.

Naughty and naive children play in the yard in the morning. The children carefully removed the ice from the metal basin. The ice was so cold that the children were all flushed with cold. The children rushed to the warm room like arrows. He found a very bright silk thread, made a small hole in the ice with a stick like a willow branch, put the thread in and tied it. Holding ice in his hand is like a silver pheasant. Tap gently on the ice with a stick, making a jade-like sound, and the sound goes through the Woods. The ice broke to the ground with a bang, like the sound of glass falling to the ground. The child was ecstatic and broke all the ice cubes into small pieces. Their faces are full of smiles, each holding an ice cube and beating the ice cube with a small stick.

"Bang, bang, bang" made the children laugh.

One winter morning, Binbin opened the door and found that the golden basin filled with water at the door was full of ice. Binbin reached out and touched her head, as if she felt her hand sticking to the ice. At this time, he thought that all adults have a gong. Why didn't he think of making one out of ice? Binbin thought so and began to do it. He found a pot of hot water and poured it in the middle. Gradually, a small hole appeared in the ice. He shouted, "ah! Success! "

A "silver gong" is finished, how to lift it? Binbin thought for a moment and suddenly clapped his hands and said, "There is a way." He asked his mother for a colorful ribbon, passed it through the hole and tied it. "Ha ha, you are finished," Binbin said happily.

Binbin was carrying a gong, followed by a group of friends. He knocked happily, louder and harder. He heard a bang and the silver gong broke. Some friends were shocked, some raised their arms and cheered, and some sat on the ground whistling. At this moment, a voice appeared in the crowd, and he shouted: "Everyone should discourage it. Can we work together in Qi Xin to make another one? " With everyone's help, they made their own new gongs.

Winter is coming, the weather is cold, the lake is frozen and white everywhere. As soon as the children saw it, they immediately filled a bowl of water with a copper bowl at home and put it on the windowsill. The children got up early the next morning, put on thick clothes, came to the windowsill and took down the copper bowl on the windowsill. As soon as I saw that a large bowl of water filled yesterday had frozen into thick and solid ice, I immediately took out the fast, thick and solid ice.

The child went home again, bringing colorful silk, which was used as expensive silver pheasant, and passed into the small hole of the gold plate to reinforce the gold plate and prevent the hard-packed ice from slipping off.

I made my own silver pheasant out of ice, and it sounded very nice, as nice as jade chime. Beautiful voice through the Woods, especially loud.

I don't know what happened, but I suddenly heard a sound, like the sound of broken glass. It turned out that the ice cubes in the hands of several children fell, and the sound of breaking ice was like the sound of broken glass.

Children who play this game are the happiest games in childhood and winter. When the poet Yang Wanli passed by, he saw a child playing this game, or the game that Yang Wanli played when he was a child, which inspired him and wrote a poem that has been passed down through the ages.

When winter comes, it becomes very cold. As soon as the children saw that the weather was getting cold, they immediately filled a bowl of water in a metal basin at home and put it on the windowsill. The next morning, the children got up early, put on thick clothes and took down the metal basin on the windowsill. When they saw that the big bowl of water served yesterday had frozen into thick and solid ice, they took it out at once.

The child carefully made a small hole in the ice, carefully escaped a colorful silk thread from the hole, tied it into a circle and held it in his hand as a pheasant.

My own silver pheasant made of ice has a very nice voice. Beautiful voice through the Woods, especially loud. The children beat the silver pheasant happily, immersed in the wonderful music, cheering and running ... Suddenly, I don't know what happened, but the adults only heard a crisp sound, like the sound of broken jade glass, and people followed the sound to the noisy place. At first glance, there were several children with ice in their hands, but the ice in their hands fell and broke to the ground, sighing.

In the early morning of winter, it is foggy. Although winter in the south is not colder than that in the north, sometimes there is a gentle north wind blowing.

As soon as the young children get up, they ask their companions to take out the ice in the copper basin at home, take out colored silk thread, put on the ice with colored silk thread with their companions, beat the ice with firewood for cooking at home like a pheasant, and knock out a rhythmic sound with ice cubes. They had a good time. The old man caressed his beard and saw the children having such a good time. He couldn't help laughing with them. A group of children are just playing happily. They are reading nursery rhymes and banging on the ice. They are running and jumping. The sound of percussion passed through the bamboo forest like a jade plate, and the sound lasted for a long time.

Suddenly, a clear voice came out. It turned out that the ice fell to the ground and broke, and the children's faces showed disappointment. The old man comforted the children and said, "It's all right. Tomorrow, I'll freeze some ice for you and find something else to play with! " "The children were ecstatic at the old man's words. They went to the river again and smashed ice with stones.

A few pieces of ice can bring great happiness to children. In rural areas, everything in nature can be children's toys.

A child makes an ice composition on a winter morning 1 1 when water falls into the ice. A well-dressed child walked out of the house. He left the basin full of water outside last night, and the water froze into ice this morning. When he saw the ice in the basin, he squatted down, turned the basin upside down and patted the back of the basin with his hand. Once, twice, three times ... only heard a muffled sound, and a glistening thing fell. It turns out that the ice has fallen off! The child jumped with joy. He melted a small hole in the ice with the temperature of his finger. Then, he rushed into the house as fast as he could and lifted the ice with a colored rope. He beat the ice with an iron spoon and made a crisp "ding-ding" sound, which echoed in the village. The children who attracted the neighbors also wanted to come and play. He refused, so they grabbed it. In the process, the ice fell to the ground and broke.

During the Spring Festival of Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli saw a group of children playing around a metal basin on his way home from the bullwhip activity. Yang Wanli was curious and walked over.

At this time, it was discovered that the children wanted to take the ice out of the metal basin to play. Yang Wanli knelt down and asked the children with a smile, "What are you doing with this ice?" Some children said, "I want to make a sword out of ice." A child said, "I want to carve many animals with ice cubes." At this time, a child picked up colored silk and put it on the ice, tapping it gently with a wooden stick, making a wonderful sound like jade crossing the forest. The children cast surprised eyes and said in unison, "Wonderful!" Their bodies also dance to the beat of music.

Just as they were dancing happily, they suddenly heard a bang, and the ice cracked, which made the children extremely disappointed.

Yang Wanli regrets way:

"There is no ice in the golden basin, and the colored silk is worn like a silver plate. A jade chime rang through the forest, and suddenly there was the sound of broken glass. "

The winter is coming, the north wind is whistling, and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

On a dripping morning, a lovely and naive child got up early. He ran to the door, took a copper basin into the room and carefully reversed it on the ground. A round piece of ice appeared on the ground, just like the fifteenth moon and flawless jade. No matter how you look at ice from that angle, it is very, very beautiful. No wonder the child is so careful.

The child found a hollow reed pole and squatted on the ground to blow into the center of the ice. He sucked the milk with all his strength and had a hard time blowing a hole in the ice. He quickly found colorful silk threads and passed through the hole, thus making a pheasant (pheasant: an ancient musical instrument). The child was carrying a pheasant all over the forest, and the whole forest was filled with the sound of children knocking on pheasants, which was crisp, euphemistic and loud.

Suddenly, a crack appeared on the round ice, and only a bang was heard. The ice broke into several pieces, which sounded like the sound of broken glass. The child looked at the colorful silk thread left in his hand and was at a loss.

A child just patted his little belly after breakfast, ready to play with friends. As soon as I went out, I found that a basin of water left outside last night turned into ice.

He carefully held the basin in one hand and the ice in the other, and turned it upside down. I went home and secretly found my mother's colored thread box, took out a colored thread from it, picked up a small wooden stick, drilled a small hole in the ice, put the colored thread in it, ran to the edge of the forest with ice in one hand and a stick in the other, and knocked on the ice for fun while running, but after a few knocks, several cracks appeared on the ice. After a few knocks, the crack became bigger. "The sound is as clear as broken glass, and the main fragrant noise still echoes in the Woods when knocking.

And the child said, "How did it break? I haven't had enough fun yet! "

Then I went home depressed. "

In winter, the weather becomes very cold.

As soon as the children saw it getting cold in winter, they immediately filled a bowl of water with a copper bowl at home and put it on the windowsill. The children got up early in the morning, put on thick clothes, came to the windowsill and took down the copper bowl on the windowsill. As soon as I saw that a large bowl of water filled yesterday had frozen into thick and solid ice, I immediately took out the fast, thick and solid ice.

I also carefully punched a small hole in the ice, and carefully escaped a colored silk thread from the hole, tied it into a circle and held it in my hand as a silver pheasant.

My own silver pheasant made of ice has a very nice voice, as good as jade chime. Beautiful voice through the Woods, especially loud.

I don't know what happened, but I suddenly heard a sound, like the sound of broken glass. People followed the sound to the noisy place and saw several children with methamphetamine in their hands. Some children have lost the ice in their hands. Broken to the ground, people realized that the noise just now was not broken glass, but the ice of these children fell to the ground, and the sound of broken ice was like the sound of broken glass. As soon as people knew that the sound just now was the sound of breaking ice, they all went home to do their own thing.

In winter, snowflakes fall from the sky like goose feathers. Streams and rivers no longer sing, but become hard ice.

My friends and I can't find anything to play with, and we are not interested in this heavy snow. We are in a hurry to go home. When I got home, I was inspired by something, and that was a bell. It suddenly occurred to me that I can't play on ice. Well done! So I took my friend to a frozen lake. First, I knocked with a stone. Soon, I got a piece of ice. I picked up a branch and knocked on the ice, playing a cheerful tune, more cheerful than the spring water flowing in spring.

My friends looked at me, so they all climbed the ice in the river. Soon, there was a tinkling sound on the river, and we all played cheerful winter songs together. However, before long, the ice broke. Then, I knocked on another piece of ice, and my friend knocked on another piece of ice. Soon, the river begins to flow again, so let's play happily with the river. That's it! Keep ringing!

My friends and I are very happy. Today is our happiest day!

It rained all night yesterday, and the temperature suddenly dropped, just like a world wrapped in silver. A small quilt wrapped tightly, pushed open the door and said, great! ! He ran into the yard in high spirits, and suddenly came across something and picked it up quickly. He patted the snow on it and found that it was a copper basin that received water yesterday. So, I put my hand in the copper basin, feeling that yesterday's water has now turned into a piece of ice. The child thinks: I want to make a toy out of ice!

He found several thin reed pipes and asked for a colorful silk thread. First, take the big ice cubes out of the copper basin, and then aim the reed tube at the center of the ice cubes to blow hot air. Slowly, the center of the ice began to melt, and gradually a round hole came out. He carefully passed through the small hole with colored silk thread and tied a fast knot. Then, a small iron bar came and knocked on the ice a few times, yeah! It's crisp, just like the voice of Jade Qing. The child danced happily, ran to the forest with his hand behind his back, hung on the branch and knocked on the door happily. The sound is crisp and pleasant, and can be heard on the other side of the forest. The child was so proud that he thought: I made this thing, it's great! I want more people to hear it. So, hit hard.

Listen to it! With a loud noise, it sounded like a piece of jade fell to the ground. The child looked down and found that the ice was broken because it was too hard. The child picked up the colorful silk thread in annoyance and ran home, intending to make another one.

In the morning, a red sun rises slowly from the horizon, illuminating the earth and everything is bright. The fresh air, the faint white fog, and … children's laughter is like two bells.

Yang Wanli, who got up in the morning exercise, heard bursts of laughter and her mood gradually improved. After a while, the noise through the forest cheered him up. Yang Wanli's mind can't help but imagine that a child with a childish face sneaked out of the house while his family was not paying attention. When he saw the frozen ice in the metal basin, he immediately laughed, his hands and feet danced up and down, and his face was full of excitement. He took out the ice and smacked him, no matter how cold it was at hand. In this way, a pheasant is finished.

Ice used to be transparent and dim, but now it shines as if the whole world is alive. He couldn't help smiling sweetly, picked up a stick on the side and banged it loudly. Just as Yang Wanli was immersed in his own fantasy, suddenly a voice like broken jade came into his ears and pulled him back to reality. Yang Wanli grinned. The child's ice must have fallen to the ground, right? Yang Wanli's mind suddenly flashed, and he returned to his room and wrote "A child makes ice": "A child's golden basin is de-iced ..."

However, hundreds of meters away, a child was disappointed to see the broken ice in front of him. ...

In the early morning of winter, the children ran to the snow in twos and threes according to the previous agreement, came to the place where the ice was hidden the day before, formed a ball and began to act.

They took the frozen ice out of the metal basin and tried to cut a small hole in the ice. One child took out the colored silk thread prepared in advance from his arms, and the other children held their breath and watched the child carefully thread the colored silk thread through the small hole. Everyone is relieved. It seems that their "silver pheasant" is made! Everyone is a little nervous and a little excited. Another child couldn't help tapping, and the voice of "Zheng-"was even better than expected. Children are so happy now. The dimples on the faces of boys who make "silver pheasants" are more and more obvious. The children wanted to knock, so everyone knocked on "silver pheasant" in turn as they ran. The crisp sound reached the ears of the adults through the Woods, and they also smiled. I don't know what happened when the children knocked hard. Suddenly, the sound of broken jade startled the adults, and they rushed in the direction of the sound. They were so excited to see the children that they accidentally broke the finished silver pheasant.

When the adults learned the truth, they came back in distress. Only stay still and watch the children breaking the ice all over the floor. Finally, they came to their senses and dispersed home with a disappointed expression.

Early in the morning, Yang Wanli opened the window: the roof was covered with a scarf, just like a girl from Xinjiang; The tree is covered with straight ice cones, like a slim little fairy; The earth is covered with a thick quilt, like a white baby ... what a white painting! After breakfast, I took a walk on the country road.

Suddenly, I saw a child with a childish face, stroking the layer of snow with his hand, shaking his hand for a while, his hands folded, and his mouth was blowing hot air, saying to himself, "It's so cold!" ..... I saw him move a metal basin hidden in front of the house at night and happily held it up: "Wow! Transparent and flawless! Like a metal percussion instrument! " He gently put it back on the ground and loved her like a pearl. After a while, he took out a long ribbon from the room and inserted it carefully: 1, 2 ... Then he dressed it as a string of silver pheasants and tapped it gently. It sounds like the beautiful and crisp song of larks, like the wind blowing through leaves, more like the sound of running water, which makes people relaxed and happy ... carelessly, "pa! The "internal organs" were all broken, and the child fell to the ground and picked up the ice that had fallen apart ... He held it hard, but the residual temperature in his hand melted into transparent small drops of water and trickled down ... The child's melancholy face stayed in the snow. ...

2 1 In a snowy winter, the snow is flying like a pale white butterfly. It's like a spring breeze coming overnight, and white pears are bearing on the trees.

Adults wear heavy clothes and sit on the bed, constantly gathering around the fire. A burning smell went straight to the nostrils; The children rushed out of the house, rummaged in the basin at home, poured water into the basin, and then put the basin outside.

Early the next morning, the children rushed out of the house, excitedly emptied the ice out of the basin and looked at the big and complete "toy". They were ecstatic. Although it is cold, the children still hold the ice like babies.

The children found colorful silk from home and wanted to put it on the ice to turn it into silver carp. Look at their little faces flushed by the wind, look at their trembling fingers, and look at their serious and careful expressions. Wow, a shiny silver pheasant is ready.

"Ding, ding, ding", what's that noise? Is it the songs of all kinds of birds? No. Is it the sound of people working? Not exactly. It is the children who play "Ice Jade Qing". Look, their faces are full of pride.

Suddenly, I heard a ping-pong. Is it the sound of glass falling to the ground? No, it's the voice of the child jade. The child is very upset and sad.

Winter is coming, and the temperature is getting lower.

A gust of wind blew, and I obviously felt the chill, shaking my body and rubbing my cold hands. He thought, it's so cold today, what game shall we play? He looked left first, then right. Suddenly I saw a copper basin and immediately had a novel idea.

He picked up the copper basin and filled it with water until it was full. Then put the heavy basin on the windowsill. Very easy to wait until the afternoon, he can't wait to run over and have a look. The water in the basin turned into ice, and when you poke it with your hand, the coolness climbed up along your fingertips. He couldn't help shivering, but he was happy.

He carefully took out the ice like a baby and made a small hole. Take out the prepared colored silk thread, wear it out of the hole and tie it into a circle-look, a crystal pheasant is ready! Walking around the yard happily, knocking on my hand, I didn't feel cold at all.

A pheasant made of ice sounds as beautiful as jade, like pearls rolling in a jade plate, and like the ice suddenly cracking in spring. The crisp sound passed through the Woods and people looked around. Where's that noise?

Suddenly there was a particularly loud noise, like the sound of Kethleen being smashed. People are curious. With the sound, they went to see, they were squatting on the ground to pick up broken ice-it was not broken, but the ice was broken.

People have a false alarm and go home to do their jobs.