I was about to go home after school this afternoon when I saw a little sister walking down the street with two rabbits in her arms. I ran to her and asked her, "Can I have a hug?" The little sister said, "All right."

This little rabbit is very cute. It's all white, with no other colors added. If I put it in the snow and play hide-and-seek with it in winter, I won't find it. Its eyes are red, like two sparkling rubies, its ears are long and big, and there are many blood vessels in them. At the slightest sound, its ears will swish up. It has a small nose, a three-pronged mouth, a bulging belly, thin and short legs and small feet. Walking around is really interesting!

Rabbits taste more interesting. Before it eats, it should smell it to see if it is delicious. If it is delicious, it will be eaten with relish. If it's not delicious, it will find something else to eat.

That day, my little sister and I were sitting in front of my house with a rabbit in our arms. I held it in my arms and stroked it gently. It unconsciously grabbed my hand several times, leaving a few marks, and I almost cried. I thought to myself: It's time for revenge. So, I gave it a good beating and taught it to say, "You damn little guy, how dare you arrest me and see how I beat you in the future!" " "Say that finish, I hit it a few times. I think Tutu must be thinking: Hero, please give me a break, I dare not do this again. After a while, it jumped around. I thought the rabbit must be in pain, so I stopped hitting it.

This rabbit is naughty and cute. I really like it!

In the composition class of 1000 words, the teacher said to us, "Today, our class will hold a balloon blowing competition, ok?" "good!" The classroom immediately exploded, and the students were so happy that they rushed to the stage to compete.

Seeing that the students were in a hurry, the teacher immediately announced the rules of the competition: the first student who blew the balloon won.

If no one can learn to play, the student who plays the most balloons is the first.

"The teacher first selected two male students and two female students to go on stage to blow their favorite balloons, and then let one student be a' referee'.

I saw Hu take a deep breath and prepare methodically.

Just then, the "referee" suddenly shouted "Go!" Everyone started playing at once, and the students cheered for them nervously.

Both male students blow hard, and their balloons are about the same size.

The other two female students are not to be outdone, especially Hu's balloon, which is usually timid, is only a little smaller than that of male students.

I saw that her eyes were wide open, her cheeks were bulging and her face was flushed. The more she blew, the more she wanted to burst the balloon quickly, and she couldn't see her timidity at all.

At last the teacher shouted, "Stop!" As a result, a male classmate seems to be scared. The mouth of the balloon was not pinched properly, and the balloon flew before the results were announced, and it turned into a flat shape again.

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw the accident, and even some students bent down with their stomachs covered.

Suddenly, the classroom is very lively! Finally, the teacher please announce the results of the competition: the one who blew the most balloons won the first place, and the brave Hu won the second place.

No matter what the result is, through this competition, I feel the joy of playing games with my friends! Hope to adopt

Put a ping-pong ball in a transparent funnel, then put the funnel mouth vertically to your mouth and blow hard. What will happen? Will table tennis be blown? With this question, we started the preparation work before blowing the ball.

Because we couldn't buy a transparent funnel, we racked our brains to find a way, only to hear my father shout, "I want to come out!" " "As a result, my mother and I were shocked.

It turned out that dad used an empty Pepsi bottle with the bottom cut off as a transparent funnel. Dad is really smart.

I put the table tennis I bought into the funnel and volunteered to be the first to play. As a result, table tennis only made a "grunting" sound, but it was not blown out.

I thought I was too weak, so I handed the funnel to my mother, but my mother blew the ball like me.

At this time, my father came over and saw him put the funnel mouth in his mouth on his back, squatting slightly, bulging his cheeks, taking a deep breath and blowing hard. As a result, the ball was not blown out of the funnel except for a loud noise.

What the hell is going on here? We began to observe while blowing the ball, and found that when table tennis is blown, not only will it make a sound, but the ball will also rotate irregularly.

Seeing this, my father explained, "This is because the table tennis just blocked the funnel mouth when it was in the funnel. When people blow into the funnel, they can't blow the air evenly onto the ball of table tennis, which causes the ball to be rotated by the gas seeping from one side first, which counteracts the lifting effect of the gas on the ball. Therefore, no matter how you blow, no matter how hard you use, table tennis will not be blown out of the funnel. " Why does it make a continuous "purring" sound? That's because when the gas touches the table tennis body, because the ball is very light, the ball is blown up by the gas first, and because the effect of the gas on the whole ball is uneven, the ball rotates and then falls to the funnel mouth, and then it makes a sound. Because the gas keeps blowing in, there will be an uninterrupted sound, which sounds like a "purring" sound.

This experiment is really interesting, because it makes me understand why the table tennis in the funnel won't be blown out.

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My science and technology exploration composition is about 500 words. One Sunday, I was reading at home.

At this time, a scientific experiment caught my eye. Its title was "Coins fly into a bowl".

How did the coin get into the bowl? I was immediately attracted and wanted to do the experiment by myself.

The book makes it very clear: prepare one more bowl of money and one more penny.

So I found a bowl from the kitchen and a penny from my father.

The experiment began. According to the instructions, I put the bowl on the table first, and then put the coin about 20 cm away from the bowl. Then I blew hard at the bowl above the coin and the experiment failed.

But I didn't lose heart, so I opened the book and looked for the reason for my failure.

It turns out that the direction of blowing against the performance must be parallel to the desktop.

I tried this method several times again, and sure enough, the coin jumped into the bowl briskly.

I feel very strange, why can coins fly into the bowl? I took this question to the book to find the answer.

I see. This experiment mainly uses Bernoulli's theorem, that is, where the airflow is fast, the air pressure will drop.

When I blow the coins in the bowl, the airflow above the coins will accelerate and the air pressure will drop.

At this time, the atmospheric pressure under the coin will lift the coin and fly to the bowl in the direction you blow.

What an interesting experiment! The success of this experiment not only let me know why coins can fly into the bowl, but also let me understand that as long as I dare to experiment, I can explore the mysteries of science.

Baidu knows that there are many kinds of apples and fruits. There are watermelons in melons, lychees in fruits and pearl grapes in water ... but I like apples best.

Apples are round, as big as oranges.

All wet.

There are no mature apples, and the green ones gradually occupy the green "territory" from red. Finally, the apple ripened and turned deep red.

When you take a bite, the undercooked apple tastes bitter and astringent.

Cooked, it smells fragrant, and I can't wait to eat it all. My Sweetie's disease makes people want to eat more and more. The more they eat, the more they like to eat.

When the apple is cut, the meat is white, the seeds inside are black and the juice is fresh. The whole apple tastes sweet, crisp and delicious, and the pulp is delicious. The taste, color and shape are pleasing, round, like a small lantern.

Apples not only taste good, but also have many functions.

Eating apples often can reduce blood fat, blood pressure, prevent cancer, have anticancer effect, strengthen bones, maintain acid-base balance and lose weight.

There is a western proverb: "An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Among many fruits, apple is the most common and peaceful one.

But its nutritional value doesn't allow me.

Among many fruits, apple is the most common and peaceful one.

But its nutritional value should not be underestimated.

Chinese medicine believes that it can nourish the lungs, strengthen the spleen and stimulate appetite.

Nutritional analysis shows that apples contain many kinds of fructose, organic acids, pectin, trace elements, cellulose, vitamins, minerals, polyphenols and flavonoids.

"An apple a day" is a well-known health slogan, and apples are called "all-round healthy fruits" by scientists.

There are many ways to eat apples, which can be processed into apple juice, apple salad, etc ... Apples contain many vitamins, so eating more is good! There is something called the family dining table, which is so quiet that only the sound of the clock "tick, tick" can be heard.

I buried my head silently, and my mouth was still baking rice. I sneak a look at my father from time to time. He frowned, his face was serious and anxious, as if he were thinking about something. I'm afraid it's because of the phone call just now ... "Ring-"I picked up the phone and looked for my father. I handed the microphone, my heart was full of doubts. The familiar voice on the other end of the phone is my aunt who is far away in Hunan. She seldom calls, even if she does.

I looked at him anxiously, guessing and worrying.

Finally, dad hung up.

"What's the matter?" I hurried to ask to see him. Dad went back to the table silently without saying a word. The atmosphere has been so deadlocked.

Finally, my mother asked the reason from my father: My father's hometown is in Hunan, he is the eldest son, and he came to Beijing to work alone, while my uncle and aunt stayed in Hunan together.

Grandma usually lives with her aunt and uncle.

People say that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is the most difficult, but my aunt and grandmother always get along well, perhaps because of the "complementary personality" relationship between my grumpy grandmother and my virtuous aunt.

But grandma is not very clear-headed when she is old, and sometimes she will do things that make people laugh or cry or be impatient. Aunties who have served grandma for a long time sometimes complain, but grandma will never tolerate it, so "small wars" have broken out between them from time to time recently.

But this time, my aunt's words were very heavy, as heavy as a hammer, and almost knocked my grandmother out ... That day, my grandmother blew away the nanny at home. After menstruation came home, she was furious at the half-cleaned house: "The nanny left, what about housework?" Why don't you do it? Don't you always say that the eldest son is good? Why didn't he call you on Mid-Autumn Festival? Don't you always say that your daughter is filial? Why don't you live at her house? Why do you have to stay at my house and let us serve you? "Speaking of which, my father's face showed a faint apology:" On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was away on business, so … "It is said that my grandmother tripped and almost fell, and then sat on the sofa without saying a word, staring straight ahead, and didn't eat dinner that day. It's no use trying to persuade others ... I was silent and surprised. My aunt is always warm to others.

I always remember her with a handful of sugar in her hand and her smile brighter than the sun. How can such a kind aunt ... Mom doesn't seem so surprised.

She shook her head. "It's not my aunt's fault.

As a wife, she is fine.

""can you blame grandma? " I asked a little excitedly.

"Of course, I can't blame grandma, the old man, and sometimes there are always some wayward, old children and old children.

""So since they are both right, why can't such a thing be avoided? " Mother sighed, "there is such a thing as affection."

Your aunt and your grandmother are not related, and grandma will be sad to say so. If she is a son, she is still a son, with flesh and blood and love.

Perhaps, this is the so-called affection.

"I was silent for a few seconds." But my aunt and grandmother are also relatives! Mom smiled: "This is different." After all, there is no blood relationship. Sometimes, for the elderly, don't be too serious and tolerant. To take a step back, it may broaden your horizons ... However, "Mom smiled," this is easier said than done. Your grandmother is impatient, and your aunt is quite tolerant! " I went back to my room, closed the door and sat quietly on the sofa.

As the saying goes, "every family has its own problems."

"In this family dispute, I think all family members should be hurt.

"Home", what a warm word! I think, as a member of the family, we are all linked by something called affection.

Whether it is heavy or light, I still firmly believe that its warmth is enough to melt all the hard ice and its speed is enough to break all the contradictions.

Perhaps, a little tolerance and understanding will bring happiness to everyone's family ... Don't forget that there is always something called affection around you ... Is that enough? Plus points! ! !

Primary school students write scenery Baidu knows that writing scenery is to describe all kinds of natural scenery that people see, hear and come into contact with in a concrete and vivid way, so as to set off the environmental atmosphere, highlight the center of the article or set off the mood of the characters and express the author's thoughts and feelings.

Landscape narrative is a narrative that mainly describes natural scenery, and it is one of the important composition types that primary school students often practice and require to master its methods.

For primary school students, writing landscape composition is more about contact.

But how can we write the characteristics of the scenery? I think we should pay attention to the following points: first, grasp the characteristics of the scenery and observe it comprehensively and carefully.

Observing and feeling the scenery also needs to activate various sensory organs.

Writing about scenery, movement and stillness from different feelings makes people read and be there.

For example, Su Shi, a famous poet, wrote, "Looking horizontally, the ridge side becomes a peak, and the distance is different.

"I wrote the appearance of Lushan Mountain from different angles.

For another example, the mountains in Daxinganling described by Lao She are "horizontal, downward, high, short, long, short …", which is gentle and amiable.

He writes about Lin Hai and works in color matching. On his palette, green is so changeable: just like a skilled painter, in his "deep, shallow, bright, dark and indescribable green".

In particular, "in the sun, the silver skirt of birch trees flashes on the edge of big pine trees, isn't it like waves on the sea?" This sentence pattern, which includes three figures of speech: metaphor, personification and rhetorical question, simply paints us a three-dimensional gorgeous picture and makes people feel an unspeakable beauty.

His flowers are more distinctive. Look: "The pine tree is a shirt, the birch is a skirt, and he is wearing embroidered shoes.

"Appropriate contrast, keen observation, vivid description, beautiful and wonderful, why not convincing? Second, grasp the order of landscape writing and write down the levels.

We can describe scenery from high to low, from far to near, from whole to part, from things to people, from moving to static and so on.

In short, only by grasping the order of scenery writing can the scenery described be clear and natural.

There are usually two orders to describe scenes: the first is time order. For example, to write a tree, we can write what it looks like in each season in chronological order of spring, summer, autumn and winter; There is another spatial order. For example, when we describe a mountain peak, we can write what it looks like from a distance, what it looks like from a close look, and what it looks like when we look down and look up.

Third, cultivate a reasonable imagination.

On the basis of careful observation of the scenery, spreading the wings of imagination, developing reasonable imagination according to what you see and feel, and then describing the state, color, sound and smell of the scenery will leave a deep impression on people.

For example, "an oriole stands on a branch and sings happily."

"Vividly wrote a lively and lovely oriole with anthropomorphic techniques; Another example: Guilin landscape, the author develops association and imagination on the basis of observation. From the "wonder" of Guilin Mountain, the author imagines that there are many strange peaks such as old people, elephants and camels, which enriches the scenery and fully expresses the author's thoughts and feelings. Another example is Lin Hai, in which the author thinks of architecture, wood and even household furniture from the beautiful and evergreen Lin Hai in Qian Shan. "How many provinces and cities have used the wood here! This sentence closely links Daxinganling with all parts of the motherland, making people feel its existence and its decisive role in socialist construction, and the feeling of "kindness and comfort" surges in their hearts.

Fourth, pay attention to the blending of scenes.

The purpose of scenery writing is not to write scenery for the sake of scenery writing, but to reflect the author's thoughts and feelings.

Only in this way can we inject vitality into the article and write vivid articles.

For example, the article Lin Hai reveals the author's praise everywhere between the lines.

It is with this sincere feeling that the author eulogizes Daxinganling and the green treasure house-Linhai.

He told us that Daxinganling is not only a good timber producing area, but also a scientific research base.

People use and transform nature, "adding new scenery and happy labor songs to Daxinganling."

"This shows that the relationship between people and mountains is getting closer and closer.

Therefore, the author can't help but think of the significance of "rejuvenating the country and ensuring the country". The ending sentence not only deepens the center of the article, but also has endless aftertaste. It is intriguing and beautiful. Spring is coming. How beautiful! This is a season of revival. Cold-blooded animals such as snakes, bears and frogs have stopped hibernating and climbed onto the ground to enjoy spring. In spring, birds sing, flowers bloom, grass sprouts, swallows fly back to nest, and spring restores a colorful atmosphere to the earth. Even the spring rain and thunder keep coming to report spring for us. Spring is a good season for sowing, and farmers' uncles are taking advantage of this. There will be a good harvest in autumn. Spring is not as dry and hot as summer, nor as cold as autumn, nor as cold as winter. Spring is a spring full of vigor and vitality. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. The return of spring means that everything will start again and all life will start again. People can like spring. Give people a new beginning, new harvest, new life and new hope. With the arrival of spring, the earth is completely green, from appearance to heart, the whole spring is covered with green. This spring not only gives people new life, but also gives people new hope. I like this beautiful spring. The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, and then the scene of life came in all directions.

Swallows dragged their scissors-like tails back to their hometown in the north. They twittered and twittered, as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " Yes, spring is really here! I look for spring with curiosity.

Ah, I see spring.

The mountains in the distance are rolling, full of green.

The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground quietly. They are tender and green.

Fat little lobular children, like a fat doll who just woke up.

This piece, that cluster, dotted with steep slopes.

The trees on the hillside are quietly pulling out new branches and growing like grass. ...

In composition class today, the teacher hurried into the classroom with a bag of balloons.

We all looked at the teacher strangely, wondering what new things the teacher had.

Everyone is talking about it.

"Today is a game class!" When the teacher announced the end, the classroom was full of joy.

The teacher told us the rules of the game: * * has four signs, namely "mouth", "hand", "foot" and "* * *".

The mouth is responsible for blowing, the hand is responsible for tying the balloon, the foot is responsible for transporting the tied balloon, and the * * * is responsible for inflating the balloon.

With the teacher's command, the lottery began.

I was lucky enough to draw my feet.

In the fierce rock music, our combination is in full swing.

One balloon after another exploded under "* * *".

We were elated, but we didn't expect Group A to explode faster.

As time goes by, we are eager to see the enemy sitting on the ground with an exploding balloon in his hand.

The more anxious and chaotic, the music came to an abrupt end, and we had to stop all actions.

Finally, we lost to the enemy by 25 to 27.

Although we lost, we were happy.

Because, today's joint efforts to blow balloons let me find the fun after studying and let me know the meaning of cooperation.

I like blowing bubbles very much recently. Blow bubbles for a while almost every day. I can blow all kinds of bubbles I want at will, and I feel so happy to see the beautiful crystal bubbles I made. In the spacious open space downstairs, I picked up the bubble tube, dipped it in some soapy water and blew it gently. A small bubble emerged from the nozzle, gradually enlarged and flattened by the wind, like a fat sausage. Soon the bubble became round and big, palm-sized, completely out of the tube, floating in the wind, and the transparent film flashed colorful light. I chased the bubble and blew it into the sky. It staggered upward and kept changing in the air. Aunt and children all praised: "You play really well! I have never seen bubbles fly so high and so long! " Blowing bubbles on the grass is also fun. A series of small bubbles floated out of the tube and landed gently on the young leaves of the green grass. Some of them collapsed and disappeared in an instant. Some fall on the green leaves, and the soapy water on them keeps spinning around the bubbles, which makes people see things in a blur. The bubbles on the green leaves sway gently with the breeze, just like a beautiful fairy standing on the green grass to show her. I will also put some water in the pool at home and blow bubbles on the water. I specialize in blowing bubbles the size of palms. Can you think of them when they land on the water silently? They can really bounce on the ground like balls, so light, and like slow motion in movies, they are compressed, flattened and bulged slowly, like magic crystal balls in fairy tales. People can't help but want to take a picture, but when they touch it, they disappear without a trace. I can also blow a bubble the size of an apple. Let it become a "yurt" on the water, then put a bubble tube in it and blow a bubble as small as a longan to form a chain bubble. I can also blow the panda's head. On a big bubble, blow two connected small bubbles to form a lovely panda's head. When it floats quietly on the water, it will move slightly as if it were alive. Paopao, you are so beautiful and cute. Blowing bubbles One day during the summer vacation, our class held a special bubble blowing competition. The bubble blowing competition has begun. The students in the first group walked to the podium with bubble water and bubble blowing tools. When they blew together, colorful bubbles flew out together, flying and colliding, as if in a fight. A breeze blew, some bubbles flew away, some just blew up, and then only a few big bubbles were left, slowly flying to the roof. Xiaoming made many bubbles. He picked up a bubble gun, dipped it in bubble water, and with a light blow, he saw a string of bubbles popping up one after another. Some bubbles he made are like crystal clear glass balls, and even the shadows of the classroom are reflected. Some of them are like dripping balloons, which explode in a short time. I dipped the tube in bubble water first, raised my cheek and blew it gently, and colorful bubbles were born. The bubbles I blew were colorful and beautiful. Then we go to the playground to blow bubbles. The bubbles that Xiaoli blew were very big, but when the wind blew, the water droplets of the bubbles gushed out. This beauty is indescribable. It is blown by the wind, and sometimes it rises slowly, and sometimes it falls to the ground and floats into the sky. Bubbles fly to the sky and far away with our ideals. The whole playground has become a bubble world, a bubble ocean. Looking at the dazzling bubbles all over the playground, I couldn't help laughing happily. The exciting bubble blowing competition ended in the laughter of the students, and we reluctantly returned to the classroom.

(What) Breathe like a orchid-I've always learned an idiom: Breathe like a orchid. I read a friend's article recently ... what I found in the idiom dictionary is that it blows like orchid and smells like orchid. It describes the beauty's breath. It is also used to describe gorgeous words. Blow like an orchid (blow like an orchid) Athena Chu Chuí q ü rá n originated from a farmer who blew like an orchid and gave himself a piece of jade. Used in literary structures, such as subject-predicate synonyms, to blow the wind, win the praise of Lan, go forward bravely, and return to the source. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but it is difficult to fill the sea. It is difficult to combine pearls with pearls, to think about the source of drinking water, to tell jokes and strange stories, to lose all your hair, and to work without power. In the 1980 s, an ancient example, Peng Xianmen, was amazing, and it was a unique step for the lyricist to push it. Wang Ruanting called it blowing for blue, and whenever he was ten lang, he

In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me.

Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing I remember vividly.

On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people, because I had to buy pens.

In desperation, we went to a roadside food stall to buy food.

The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.

Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him.

But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half.

I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry.

Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face.

"Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man.

You think you're unlucky! "After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran to the market again.

It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market.

In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone.

My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily.

Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this.

I wish the old man a safe life!

Today, Teacher Chen led us to play a game-blowing balloons.

Teacher Chen said, "We don't blow balloons for decoration, but to see who blows them up first.

"We let out a long" ah "scream, really harsh, as if to overturn the roof.

The teacher added, "Rub the balloon before blowing, and then pull it again, so it will blow."

"At first we boys blew it.

I blew and blew, and the balloon got bigger and bigger, but no matter how I blew, it didn't burst, and my nose came out.

In the end, I was the first, because none of the boys blew balloons, and I blew the biggest balloon.

Then the girl blew it.

As soon as Chen Xinyan blew, she found that the balloon was leaking, so the teacher changed it for her.

At this time, Song Jiayi's balloon blew very loudly. Chen Xinyan ran out for fear that the balloon would explode. The teacher called her several times, but she never came back. What a coward.

At this time, Song Jiayi blew the balloon and she won the first prize.

Finally, the teacher drew a face on my balloon, when my balloon suddenly burst.

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