* * * Create a civilized county and build a harmonious campus.
A breeze, a bright and beautiful, a smile, a civilized school, a harmonious. The tall banyan tree opens a cool umbrella for you, and the green grass spits out a cool fragrance to you; The clean path makes you and me feel comfortable, and the bright classroom conveys the sound of books to you and me; The smiling language makes everyone enjoy a warm and safe environment, and injects the harmony and auspiciousness of Beitang Primary School. This is not a dream, this is not a fantasy, this is your hope, the goal of creating a civilized county, and the ideal environment for our civilized school. Be a civilized person and do civilized things, so that our city will become a civilized and clean city as soon as possible, and Beitang Primary School will become an ideal campus for every student. Take action, take action quickly, start from me, start from you, start from now, start from the little things around you, advocate civilization and form good habits. Habits will gradually affect our comprehensive quality. First, we must improve our ideological and moral quality in order to get social recognition. Dress neatly, smile, behave in a civilized way, be strict with yourself and be a person with both ability and political integrity. Pay attention to your class, this is your home and my home. Don't let the doors and windows be covered with dust, don't let the ceiling be covered with cobwebs, don't let the broom turn into a stick, and don't let the paper in your hand fly around in the sky. In just two years, the wasteland has become a beautiful campus. I have devoted the efforts of countless teachers and students. Do you have the heart to leave waste paper in your hand and defile its spotless? Do you have the heart to break its peace and harmony by making a loud noise? Do you have the heart to trample on flowers and destroy their green color? Do you have the heart to do some uncivilized behavior to destroy its harmony? We need a quiet and orderly campus environment. We are the masters of the school and should make our own contribution to the construction of a beautiful campus.
We are students at home and the pillars of the country. We should strive to be civilized students, start from ourselves, drive all our classmates and let civilization fill every corner of the campus.
Civilization is the wind, which can blow every student's heart; Image etiquette is like a blooming flower, which can make our city more colorful. Fierce social competition does not allow us to stay in self-pity, let "image etiquette stay in our hearts", let us "learn etiquette well and beautify our image" and strive to build our own life building with our arms. Bacon has a famous saying: "Combine the image of beauty with the virtue of beauty!" Only in this way can we radiate real brilliance. "Civilized etiquette is the foundation of our study and life and the arm of our healthy growth. To learn everything and learn to be a man is to learn to be a man first. As long as we all establish a good awareness of civilization, strive to change uncivilized habits, curb uncivilized phenomena in life, strive to be a messenger of civilization, strive to be a model of civilization, start from me, start from every little thing, form habits, form habits, and personality determines fate. Let's bid farewell to uncivilized habits and be civilized middle school students!
Students, let's * * * work together to create the bright sound of books, warm words and clean and tidy musical instrument pictures. What a beautiful scenery this should be! Let's defend our green campus and our beautiful city with practical actions!
(2)/kloc-hometown composition within 0/000 words.
You may turn a blind eye to a wardrobe full of high-end clothes, delicious food, small houses that have sprung up, cars running on the road, and children studying hard in multimedia classrooms ... all these, but thirty or forty years ago, life was not as colorful as it is now. Every time I listen to my mother's story about my hometown, I feel very thoughtful. At that time, my mother lived in the countryside, and people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Life is extremely hard: wearing new clothes all year round is the best enjoyment. A dress can't be worn by the second child, nor can the second child be worn by the third child. This cycle, even the schoolbag. Although she was poor at that time, grandma let her mother go to school. The road to study is long. She must get up at six o'clock and climb a hill five or six miles away. On the road, there is another bridge, just a wooden bridge made of two boards. Walking unsteadily, there is a big river under your feet. How can you not worry? She bravely walked over in order to go to school. Study hard at school, and go home to collect firewood, every day. Her brother saw that she studied too hard and didn't do farm work, so he threw her book on the ground and scolded her for not doing much work. She picked up the book, wiped her tears, and said stubbornly, "I study to become a talent, not to honor my mother!" " "One day, grandma handed her mother a boiled egg and said," Today is your birthday. This is your birthday present. Eat quickly. "She was moved to tears: at that time, eggs were still a luxury! She put the eggs in her pocket, reluctant to eat them, and wanted to wait until the wheat was cut. After finishing farm work, her mother carefully took out the egg and found that the whole egg was crushed and covered with sand, so it was really inedible. For this reason, she was sad for several days ... whenever these sad old things were mentioned, her mother's eyes filled with tears. But when she saw grandma's magnificent three-story building, she smiled from the heart. She smiled so happily, so gratified. Those talking eyes seem to be telling the hard life in the past and savoring the sweet time now. Today, my hometown is also very developed. Tall villas have been built, asphalt roads have replaced bumpy dirt roads, wooden bridges have been replaced by stone arch bridges, and school buildings have been built one after another. Look at my hometown: the fields are full of grain, the green hills are lush, the river boats sing late, the city is brightly lit and neon-lit. We have such a good learning environment, such a good teacher, computer and TV-assisted learning, which should be getting better and better. However, we are used to a comfortable life, and it is wrong to play games with computers as game machines. It is important that we cherish the present and study hard to make our hometown more beautiful in the future! I hope my hometown can continue to interpret its beautiful story.
(3) Hometown composition, about 1000 words.
Hometown affairs
You may turn a blind eye to a wardrobe full of high-end clothes, delicious food, small houses that have sprung up, cars running on the road, and children studying hard in multimedia classrooms ... all these, but thirty or forty years ago, life was not as colorful as it is now. Every time I listen to my mother's story about my hometown, I feel very thoughtful. At that time, my mother lived in the countryside, and people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Life is extremely hard: wearing new clothes all year round is the best enjoyment. A dress can't be worn by the second child, nor can the second child be worn by the third child. This cycle, even the schoolbag. Although she was poor at that time, grandma let her mother go to school. The road to study is long. She must get up at six o'clock and climb a hill five or six miles away. On the road, there is another bridge, just a wooden bridge made of two boards. Walking unsteadily, there is a big river under your feet. How can you not worry? She bravely walked over in order to go to school. Study hard at school, and go home to collect firewood, every day. Her brother saw that she studied too hard and didn't do farm work, so he threw her book on the ground and scolded her for not doing much work. She picked up the book, wiped her tears, and said stubbornly, "I study to become a talent, not to honor my mother!" " "One day, grandma handed her mother a boiled egg and said," Today is your birthday. This is your birthday present. Eat quickly. "She was moved to tears: at that time, eggs were still a luxury! She put the eggs in her pocket, reluctant to eat them, and wanted to wait until the wheat was cut. After finishing farm work, her mother carefully took out the egg and found that the whole egg was crushed and covered with sand, so it was really inedible. For this reason, she was sad for several days ... whenever these sad old things were mentioned, her mother's eyes filled with tears. But when she saw grandma's magnificent three-story building, she smiled from the heart. She smiled so happily, so gratified. Those talking eyes seem to be telling the hard life in the past and savoring the sweet time now. Today, my hometown is also very developed. Tall villas have been built, asphalt roads have replaced bumpy dirt roads, wooden bridges have been replaced by stone arch bridges, and school buildings have been built one after another. Look at my hometown: the fields are full of grain, the green hills are lush, the river boats sing late, the city is brightly lit and neon-lit. We have such a good learning environment, such a good teacher, computer and TV-assisted learning, which should be getting better and better. However, we are used to a comfortable life, and it is wrong to play games with computers as game machines. It is important that we cherish the present and study hard to make our hometown more beautiful in the future! I hope my hometown can continue to interpret its beautiful story.
④ Write a composition of 1000 words, my hometown.
My hometown is a beautiful and rich place. I am elated at the thought of my hometown of Fujian, and I can't be calm for a long time. My hometown treasures my naive childhood. Every grass and tree, mountain and stone there are my best friends.
In spring, the water in the stream melts, and the tinkling sound of running water is like a long poem, which is beautiful. Flocks of birds flew back from the south. Birds are standing on the branches, singing beautiful music. Swallows build their warm huts under the eaves. Flowers are blooming. Spring in my hometown is like a beautiful picture.
In summer, my hometown began to be lively. Cicada is chirping on the trunk, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " Fish swim freely. They are very happy. Tall trees flourish like sentinels on the grassland. By the stream, the children are playing happily, some are swimming, some are having a water fight, and some are washing clothes.
The autumn sky is so blue and high, and the fields are full of harvest; In the orchard, all kinds of fruits are mouth-watering, and farmers' uncles are happily harvesting! Animals are preparing food for winter! The frog is building its warm nest. These geese fly south in a herringbone.
In winter, there is frost in my hometown, and flowers and trees are covered with a thick layer of ice. Animals spend the winter comfortably at home! The children are more excited by the cold. Everyone stood by the river and skated happily. Some people even ate ice cubes frozen on flowers. Everyone had a good time.
My hometown has stored my happy time and left a deep impression on me. The beautiful scenery in my hometown brings us happiness. Whenever I think of my hometown, I can't help thinking of my happy childhood. Such a beautiful hometown won't let me put it down?
⑤ 1000 word composition My hometown! My impression or contribution to my hometown.
My hometown is a beautiful and scholarly county in Hunan. There are beautiful scenery and rich products here. I love my hometown.
In my hometown, there are many beautiful places! The stalactites in Meishan Dragon Palace are like Shanshi Huang. The waterfalls in Woong San are shocking enough; The terraced fields in Ziquejie are like fairyland. ...
In addition, my hometown is also rich in products. Big, black and sweet bayberry; Huang Chengcheng, a sweet orange, tastes as sweet as honey; My hometown also has coal mines and tin mines. ...
Many tourists come here full of praise and often linger.
Although there are many beautiful scenery in my hometown, in my eyes, these scenery will never be comparable to a "nameless mountain" not far from home.
A clear stream gurgles around the mountain all year round. The stream is just naked, and the shadows of small fish, shrimp and crabs can be seen everywhere beside the stones. A few sparrows are chirping on the soft grass on both sides of the stream, which is accompanied by the crisp sound of running water. Whenever the sun comes out, the sun shines gently on the stream, and the stream suddenly becomes sparkling, like a shining ribbon around the green hills. When I was a child, I would take a group of children to "hunt" here. Instead of catching them as food, we feed them in fish tanks. But some parents will secretly fry these fish and shrimp in the oil pan until golden brown, and then add some seasoning for us to eat. After all, children are greedy, so we "endure the pain" and eat. Hmm-the small fish and shrimp in the pollution-free stream are really delicious!
Take off your shoes and walk to the other side of the stream, followed by a steep uphill road. On the uphill side, nature planted many wild strawberry vines. In spring, rattan dances gracefully in the breeze, which embodies the beauty of nature. When strawberry vines bear bright red wild strawberries, I always reach out to pick them because I am greedy, but every time I get stung by the thorns next to the vines, but it doesn't matter, a few wild strawberries have been put in my mouth, and the sour and sweet wild strawberries are slowly melting on my tongue. My little heart is full of joy. After a section of uphill road, a prairie is displayed in front of you in the south. The old cow and the old goat are burying their heads in the grass, and several lambs are playing happily in the sun and making a "baa baa" cry. Not far away, some sheepdogs are swaggering around, looking at the sheep and the old cow sharply. Just like a beautiful oil painting. I can't help watching it for a few more minutes. It is not easy to reach the top of the mountain. There is only a long and steep narrow path leading to the top of the mountain. There are many stones and sands on the path, and the soles of your feet are easy to slip. Every time I go to the top of the mountain, there are always many small wounds on my feet, all of which were knocked when I went up the mountain. The air at the top of the mountain is particularly good. Even better, at the top of the mountain, you can see the whole county. Looking down, Zijiang, our mother river, sails on the surface of the water, occasionally whistling, and then shoveling away the small sand piles on the river.
Do you remember the mountains in my hometown? Remember that naughty boy who caught fish and shrimp in the stream and got his toes caught by crabs? Remember that naughty boy who pricked his finger and picked strawberries? you
Guess what? Although I am in a foreign land, the scene of me playing in your arms is deeply engraved in my mind. Those beautiful impressions often appear in my dream town, and I will never forget them!
6. How to write the story of Ninghua's hometown? It takes 800- 1000 words.
Ninghua is located in the west of Fujian Province, at the east foot of Wuyi Mountain, and is one of the counties at the junction of Fujian and Jiangxi provinces. Ninghua is located in the west of Fujian, close to Shicheng and Guangchang counties in Jiangxi, and is one of the sources of the three rivers (Minjiang, Ganjiang and Tingjiang). Ninghua County was founded in the 13th year of Kaiyuan in Tang Dynasty, with a history of 1280 years. The county covers an area of 2,368 square kilometers with an area of 440,000 mu of cultivated land. It governs 4 towns, 12 townships and 1 overseas Chinese farm, with a total population of 350,000, 85% of which are farmers. It is a typical traditional agricultural county. Ninghua County developed in Sui and Tang Dynasties, "cutting mountains and logging, drifting in Wu", which communicated the economic and cultural exchanges in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. It is precisely because of its unique geographical and cultural environment that since the "Yongjia Rebellion" in the Western Jin Dynasty, the Han people who moved south from the Central Plains have been gathering, especially from the late Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, the Hakka ancestors traced back to Fuhe, Ganjiang to Ninghua and their stone wall areas. Rest here, pioneer and cultivate, and start a family. By virtue of their traditional superior culture and production technology, they are integrated with the indigenous people in the border area between Fujian and Jiangxi (also known as the source of the Three Rivers) with the stone wall in Ninghua as the center. In the Song Dynasty, they created a unique cultural and economic prosperity and announced the birth of another new ethnic group of the Han nationality-Hakka. In Song Dynasty, there were more than 150 Hakka ancestors living in Ninghua and Shibi, with a population of 1 10000. At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Ninghua gave birth to the first Tingzhou Jinshi. In history, there were 50 Jinshi in Ninghua, 30 from the late Tang Dynasty to the Southern Song Dynasty, accounting for 60%. There are * * 1 1 people in the second generation of Jiaqing Reconstruction-Tongzhi Tingzhou, among whom Ninghua has 5 people, accounting for 45.45%. If calculated from the Tang Dynasty to the Northern Song Dynasty, the number of Ninghua accounts for 62%. It is the special history of Ninghua and Shibi that has long attracted the attention of scholars at home and abroad. The Records of Jiaying County edited by Wen Zhonghe during Guangxu period of Qing Dynasty recorded the important relationship between Ninghua and Jiaying. "Jiaying County Records" says: "The people of Meizhou bravely resisted Yuan, and the land was the market. Fujian, which is close to Guangdong, has moved to Mei, with Ninghua being the most. All relatives and friends asked about their ancestors, and they were all from Shibi, Ninghua. " If we start from this time, it has been more than one hundred years. In this hundred years, it is hard to count the people who study stone walls. For example, the British missionary Ken Bell said in the article "The Origin and Migration of Hakka" published in 19 12: "The Hakkas in Lingdong all claim that their ancestors came from Shibi Village, Ninghua County, Tingzhou Prefecture, Fujian Province. Kembel's assertion at that time was the truth of history, and it was no exaggeration. In the past 100 years, there have been more than 10 million books and articles on the stone wall. Under the impetus of the general environment, Ninghua Scholars established the Ninghua County Hakka Research Association on 199 1, becoming the first county-level Hakka academic institution in China. In the same year, they edited and published the first county-level Hakka academic publication, Research on Hakka in Ninghua, and established the Shek Pik Hakka Clan Association in Ninghua on 1992. The "two sessions" cooperated closely. In 2000, the editor officially published the first Hakka dialect. The second symposium on stone walls in Ninghua and Hakka World was successfully held in 1997 and 2000 respectively. More than 65,438+060 experts and scholars attended the seminar. They came from China, Yusheng, cities, regions, Japan and France, including Taiwan Province and Hongkong. They exchanged 65,438+065,438+000,000 words of papers and published two volumes of essays respectively. Up to now, ninghua Guest Association and Guest Research Association have edited and published more than 20 kinds of books and periodicals with 465,438+10,000 words.
⑦ My hometown and my dream 1000.
Ruyan Liu golden dike, wild geese fall reeds, fishing songs urge thousands of nets to open, and lotus flowers reflect the underwater sky. "
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I am lucky because my hometown is in Hunan. In this land of plenty, I planted my dream.
Hunan is located in the south of the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, which is a picturesque place. I have a deep love for my hometown in Hunan since I was a child. I like to come to Yuelu Mountain in the morning, breathe the fresh air along the mountain road, let the sun shine through the dense leaves, and finally sprinkle on your shoulders, and then rest in the Love Night Pavilion, feeling the artistic conception of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves and red February flowers". Sitting in the pavilion is very interesting. There is Yuelu Academy, which has experienced thousands of vicissitudes and is now surrounded by a strong cultural atmosphere. To the top of the mountain, overlooking the Xiangjiang River, it is really a magnificent landscape with unlimited scenery! My dream is planted in my hometown and in Hunan!
My hometown is very distinct all year round, so the changes in the four seasons are also obvious. You can see different scenery and have different feelings all year round.
In spring, the sun is shining and the warm sunshine surrounds you, so you won't have a trace of coolness in the past winter. Sunshine is special, it's for you. However, sometimes the sky will drop a few decorations for this scenery, and it will rain. Continuous spring rain is as expensive as oil, awakening everything and full of vitality.
In summer, the hot weather will push us to the Xiangjiang River, watching waves of waves rolling towards the river, sparkling and stinging our eyes. But I like sitting by the river, blowing the wind by the river, watching people coming and going, children playing in the water, and the reflection of Du Fu's Jiangge. Very special taste! It seems that the steaming heat suddenly disappeared, leaving only a trace of coolness.
In autumn, go to Yuelu Mountain, step on the red path paved with maple leaves, watch the breath of autumn all over the mountain, sit on the floor, listen to the sounds of nature, and feel the temperature of autumn with your heart. There is residual temperature in summer and coolness in winter. Autumn is like this, which is an adaptive season.
In winter, I don't want to climb out of the warm bed, so I have to lean against the window to watch the first snow in winter. Snowflakes fall on the ground, trees and roofs like fairies. . . . . Lay a silver carpet on this land to form a world wrapped in silver.
No matter how far I have traveled and how beautiful I have been, I still feel that my hometown is the warmest, and I love this feeling most. My hometown has my dreams!
"Where do the seedlings go to the green carpet? Rape flowers take Phnom Penh. Swallows return and get lost. The grain pile is higher than the mountain tip ..."