This time, our drifting book is a statue of an angel. Its author is E.L. Koenigsberg, 1930 was born in new york, USA, and grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania. Although she loved reading since she was a child, she chose chemistry as her major at school and became a chemistry teacher after graduation. Later, she gradually realized that she was interested in what was going on in the students' minds, not the bottles and cans in the laboratory. At the same time, she found herself interested in painting, so now she began to write.

I also try to draw my own illustrations. Her works are exquisitely structured, logical and humorous, which may also benefit from her early study of science. This book won the 1968 Newbery Children's Literature Award; This book also won an international novel award. This shows how good this book is! The angel statue is a fascinating work. The two brothers and sisters ran away from home and stayed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York for more than a week. The plot is meticulous and touching. In the story, 12-year-old Claudia carefully arranged all the adventures, which amazed us. The two brothers and sisters walked together, their actions were unhurried, and their emotions were stable and calm, which made the unimaginable background acceptable to us. Knowing that ordinary people can't spend the night in the Metropolitan Museum, the atmosphere and details in the book convince readers that this is the author's superb "fictional" skill, which makes people have to admire.

Claudia is tired of the routine life at home. She washes dishes and cleans trash cans every day ... She wants to do something unexpected, so she carefully planned a "run away from home". The location she chose was the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, and her companion was her "rich" and stingy brother Jamie. In the heavily guarded Metropolitan Museum, the two of them magically spent a week! At the same time, a little angel statue suspected to be carved by Michelangelo is on display in the museum. Claudia was immediately attracted by the statue, and she was determined to find out who made it. But at present, they have no clue and their money is running out ... Claudia doesn't want to go home in such a mediocre way. With the last bit of money, she and her brother finally found the original owner of the statue, Mrs. Frankwell.

Claudia is tired of the endless housework at home. She wanted to do something different, so she decided to run away from home and leave her comfortable residence for a while. But what she wanted was a slightly luxurious, elegant and lively place, so she chose the Metropolitan Museum. The most important thing is to have a rich traveling companion, so she chose the cheapskate brother Jamie.

I think: Claudia is a girl with courage and strategy. She overcame many difficulties and finally did something unexpected-she knew that the angel statue was really Michelangelo and kept it a secret. As the book says, "Claudia really wants to take a secret home." The angel statue is a secret, which makes it very excited and important. "Yes, actually, I hope I can keep a secret now. In the past, I kept a secret and made me happy for a long time. Because keeping secrets gives me a sense of responsibility, and I like this feeling! I also want to learn Claudia's spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, and I am not afraid of hard work in my future study and life!

Reflections on angel statues

After reading the book Statue of Angels, I understand a truth: Only by being brave in exploration and not afraid of difficulties can we gain true knowledge.

This novel describes Claudia and her "rich" and stingy brother Jamie, who are tired of the monotonous life at home. They both wash dishes and clean trash cans every day ... They want to do something unexpected, so they carefully planned a "run away from home". The place they chose was the Metropolitan Museum in new york. They magically spent a week in the heavily guarded Metropolitan Museum! At the same time, a little angel statue suspected to be carved by Michelangelo is on display in the museum. Claudia was immediately attracted by the statue, and she decided to find out who made it.

They first found the "M" representing Michelangelo on the white velvet cushion of the statue. In order to verify, they searched in the bookstore of the museum for a day and finally found a book with "M" printed on it, which confirmed that the angel statue was Michelangelo's work. In order to tell the secret to the museum director as soon as possible, they tried their best to borrow a typewriter, rent a mailbox and finally post the letter. They were relieved and accomplished an important thing, not to mention how happy they were, but they were already short of money and had little left when they left home, so they had to walk home.

After reading the book Statue of Angels, I understand a truth: when we encounter setbacks and failures, we should have a positive attitude towards reality, so this positive attitude can inspire us to keep working hard and explore, and make us find the key to success.

Reflections on Biography of Hulan River

In the summer vacation, I read the autobiographical novel Biography of Hulan River by Xiao Hong, a famous female writer. The novel expresses the complex between the author and grandfather, and depicts people and things in a childlike style, satirizing, appreciating, being lively and lonely.

Opening the first page of the book, I seem to be in the small town of Hulan River in the 1920s. Hulan River is not prosperous, but it contains vitality and sadness in monotony. There are foreign doctors who pulled teeth on the cross street of Dongerdao Street, little reunion's daughter-in-law who was tortured to death by local ignorance, businessmen who sell twist in hutong and hang vermicelli in vermicelli room, eccentric second uncle, diligent and honest Feng crooked mouth, neat grandmother, and "I" who studied Tang poetry with my grandfather and worked in the fields.

These scenes are vividly described by the author in humorous and childlike language. In particular, the story of the author and grandfather was deeply left in my mind, and I unconsciously compared my childhood with the author's. Childhood is happy and lonely in the author's pen. According to Xiao Hong, these stories are not beautiful. We believe that reading the Biography of Hulan River makes us feel the happiness and luck of childhood, so as to cherish today's happy life more.

Reflections on Biography of Hulan River

Plain as autumn water, still like a cold street corner-Hulan River.

Life. The story is full of people's superstitions at that time. What is the sea dragon king?

Ah, what is a soul? Not just for a big mud pit. people there

Xiao Hong was the most ordinary person of his time, but he could not get rid of ordinary people by self-reliance.

Identity, chattering about trifles, life (crazy, small

Children, men, etc. If it's gone, it's nothing. Don't say anything. A description of brilliant style

Get out of the lonely world.

Superstition, skipping the great god, makes people sick. Don't get married until after your birthday,

Boys with bad birthdays but rich families can get married. Stupid as it is

I don't know, but in such a family, there is such a warm little thing.

Kindness, as confused as smoke, can't be touched or touched.

My grandfather appeared in the third chapter and finally appeared on the white sheets.

I got lip prints and lived happily with my grandfather. Grow beans and melons, and

How happy I am!

The story in Hulan River Biography is endless for three days and nights, which is depressing.

There is loneliness, too, and this kind of emotion is projected on the shadow of Hulan River Biography, no

But unfortunately, this is also seen in the emotional appeal and ideology part of the book.

Just as we regret Xiao Hong's death, Mao Dun is right.

My discovery

Everyone will make countless discoveries in childhood, and I am no exception! They are like dim moonlight and faint songs, looming in my mind.

Ants are called Hercules! But because it is too small, it is difficult to move to the delicious food in its mouth. But surprisingly, ants have the power of unity.

I used to hate ants because they always stole the most delicious food in my house. However, when I was six, things changed. ...

That morning, I was hungry and ran to the kitchen to get a cake and ate it with relish. At this moment, I found an ant crawling quietly on a cake I accidentally dropped. I couldn't wait to move it. Unfortunately, I didn't succeed and climbed away. I proudly thought: unless the sun rises in the west, you can lift this cake with your skill.

I thought ants gave up because of difficulties, but to my surprise, ants brought five or six partners! As they climbed, they discussed how to carry food. In a few minutes, they began to get busy-some crouched under the cake, some crawled on it. Looking at this interesting scene, my interest is getting stronger and stronger. At this time, a strange phenomenon happened and the team suddenly stopped. It turned out that the food was too heavy, so the "captain" sent "small soldiers" to move "reinforcements" Sure enough, "rescue" came. They took food to the cave. On the way, they were exhausted, but in order to get this delicious meal, they marched bravely. Finally, this "grain-transporting army" returned home with a full load.

What a fierce handling activity! Little ants have such a spirit of unity. In life, everyone thinks that the power of performing arts is very small, and it is more difficult to move a thing than to ascend to heaven. Today, I witnessed all this, and I realized that the power of ants is irresistible. It was their spirit of unity that overcame the difficulties. If we humans can go forward bravely and unite as ants, what difficulties can't be overcome?

Parental love

In this world, who hasn't bathed in the love of their parents and who hasn't experienced the care of their parents? Still think of me all the time and care about my parents.

Strict father is the best description of my father. He is very strict with my study and life. He made me a timetable and urged me to finish my homework carefully. Besides, my father often lets me read some extra-curricular books to let me know about the scientific knowledge outside the textbooks. Therefore, my playing time is greatly reduced. Sometimes, other parents ask me, "Is your father strict with you?" Naive, I nodded hard to show that "it is particularly powerful, not just ordinary!" "Now every time I come to the first and second place in my class after every exam, I gradually understand that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I really appreciate him!

My mother is a typical "loving mother". She is very concerned about my food, clothing, housing and transportation, and always takes care of me in every way. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to cook delicious food to satisfy my appetite. Every weekend, she can't rest, so she starts washing my dirty clothes and puts clean clothes on my bedside the next morning. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed medicine, and came to see if my quilt cover was not covered in the middle of the night. ...

Now, although my parents and I are in two countries, when I read in their letters, "Is everything all right to study?" The familiar and gentle tone of "remember to wear more clothes" came from the phone, and I immediately felt their concern and love for me. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I feel it all the time.

I don't know what to do about the topic of this composition. I'll do it myself.

Books, emitting ink fragrance, arouse people's thirst for knowledge; Books, full of wisdom, give people the power to control their thoughts.

People often think that the more books you read, the better. But there are ways to read. Zhu Zeng, a poet, once had a famous saying about reading: "After reading for three times, you will feel something in your heart, eyes and mouth." I also have my own set of reading methods-meditation. As long as you read this book with your heart, you can "turn a deaf ear to things outside the window" and savor this book.

My mother often tells me that "you can't have both". Once, my mother went out to buy food, and I read extracurricular books at home. The TV at home is on, and the laughter is constantly immersed in my ears. An idea flashed through my heart. Why don't I relax and reward myself for studying hard when my mother is away? After fierce ideological struggle, I finally couldn't resist the powerful "enemy" and became a prisoner of TV. I watch TV with relish. Two hours have passed before I know it, and my mother will be back soon. I can't bear to turn off the TV, so I read while watching TV. But I can't use it wholeheartedly. It didn't take long for the book in my hand to be forgotten, and I didn't even notice the sound of my mother opening the door outside. "So that's how you learned!" I froze and accepted my mother's severe criticism like a kitten. After that profound lesson, I understood a little truth. Reading requires meditation, concentration and earnest reading in order to learn something.

Now, I am completely immersed in the book and feel as if I have become the protagonist in the book. I am like a happy bee, collecting pollen of knowledge on the flowers of books. So I made many friends: Lu Xun, Ba Jin, Bing Xin, Zhu Ziqing, Lao She and other predecessors. If I can wander in their articles, I will devour the "prey" greedily like a hungry wolf, turn over the pages of the ink, and wander in the spiritual world described by the sages without glitz. Forget the time, forget the whole world, only I am alone with the book!

Take this topic by yourself.

My dreams look like stars in the sky. Sometimes I dream that I have been admitted to a university; Sometimes I dream that I am a salesman; Sometimes I dream that I boarded a spaceship and visited space ... As time goes by, many wonderful dreams are blurred, but only this one I remember clearly.

On a quiet night, the soft moonlight touched the earth, and the cool autumn wind sent me to sleep.

It was in a big city, in a white classroom, with dozens of lovely children and dozens of bright eyes staring at the door together. I walked happily to the podium with a book in my hand. The children stood up and shouted, "Hello, teacher!" I see dozens of bright eyes and dozens of pure hearts, and I see how eager children are to acquire knowledge. I am very excited and warm in my heart. I stood on the podium and said kindly, "Students, we are all here for knowledge. The class is a collective, so we should unite. Let's stick together, shall we? " As soon as my words were finished, the students said in unison, "Good!" A warm current welled up in my heart. How lovely big cities are!

Then, I teach children to learn: "I love Tiananmen, and I love the great motherland." I read it once and the children read after me. The children read so carefully and were so emotional. Every word, every voice, comes from the sincere heart. Children suck the nectar of knowledge like mushrooms after rain. My eyes are moist, and I gently call in my heart: "Flowers of the motherland, grow up quickly!" " Learn scientific and cultural knowledge well and do it for the motherland.

Contribution! "

I seem to see that three years later, in the senior high school entrance examination, the students all reported good news to me with admission notices: "teacher, open the door quickly!" " ""teacher, I was admitted to the experimental middle school! "

The voice was so kind that I opened my eyes at once. Oh-what a wonderful dream!

I hope my dream can come true!

My favorite spring.

The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, and the vibrant scene came in all directions, as if the whole world had just woken up from a deep sleep.

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. Trees on the hillside quietly pull out new branches and sprout like grass. Willow branches hang down like a thread hanging from a tree. Small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on a string. Poplar is in bloom, and these flowers are clusters of purple. It's interesting to be covered with soft fur like a caterpillar. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, apricot flowers are hanging on branches, and pear flowers are blooming.

All kinds of wild flowers also woke up, only to see them spread out, hold their heads high, and rush to indulge in full bloom. Red, yellow, blue, white and purple ... are really colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate this grassland of youth with their own beauty and dedicate themselves selflessly to the earth. Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, are busy humming honey; Colorful butterflies also dance in pairs.

In the field, the wheat seedlings turn green, endless, like green waves. Golden wild vegetable flowers sparkle in the green waves.

I don't know when it began to rain, gently, but I couldn't hear the sound of falling, like wet smoke, gently moistening the earth. After the spring rain, the sun came out and it was sunny. The whole world is fresh as if it had just been washed, and the air is fresh. Take a deep breath. My Sweetie's disease is like drinking honey. The spring breeze is warm, the bright spring light shines on the earth, and everything is full of vitality, which constitutes a beautiful landscape. Yes, spring is really here!

Go to the seaside

The long-awaited summer vacation has finally arrived. My parents took me to Hainan for a holiday and finally let me see the real sea for the first time.

In the morning, I came to the seaside against the rising sun, and the sea and beach were golden by the sun. Stepping on the soft beach is as comfortable as walking on a cotton blanket. Small golden grains of sand seeped into my shoes, just like a kitten licking the soles of my feet. I took off my shoes, stepped barefoot on the beach and enjoyed the "massage" on the beach!

Suddenly a fish-like thing whizzed past me on the beach and got into a hole. I immediately squatted down and scraped the sand with my hands. After a while, a transparent little crab quickly climbed out. It waved pliers, as if demonstrating to me, and disappeared in the blink of an eye ... only then did I notice that there were many such small holes in the beach. If there is a small crab in every hole, then ...! That's terrible! "I jumped up like a needle in my ass and rushed into the sea without looking back until I was panting. Then a big wave came and was pushed to the shore before I could react. At this time, I found another gadget that was washed to the beach by the waves. It was long and thin and felt very rough. I quickly showed it to my father, who exclaimed, "This is a rod-shaped coral! How can there be? " I said, "I found it on the beach!" " "Dad said," it's amazing! Why didn't I find it? "I listened to, feel very proud.

Looking at the rolling waves and the happy figures of those people jumping in the waves, I really want to go surfing. So, my father put a cartoon life buoy on me, and I rushed into the sea excitedly. At this time, there happened to be a big wave. I want to rush to the waves and let them carry me. As a result, I failed to grasp the balance, but was plunged into the water by the waves and choked several times. The sea was bitter and salty, which made me vomit a few rough waves and slowed down. The second time, I surfed in a different way-"in a lifeboat". When the waves hit me again, I sat in the lifebuoy and put my hands in front of it to keep steady. I didn't expect the sea to splash my face, and I couldn't keep my balance at all. I am eager to dry my face with my hands. Unexpectedly, the lifebuoy was washed away by the waves as soon as the legs crossed. Fortunately, another big wave came and rushed the lifebuoy back to me. I quickly closed my eyes, held my breath, grabbed the lifebuoy and finally crossed the big wave. After surfing several times and being flooded several times, I finally realized a good idea: I must put my arm on the lifebuoy and sink my lower body in the water. I tried, and it really worked. This is really a bumper harvest!

It feels really good to embrace the sea for the first time. It didn't make me feel the fear of being knocked down by the waves at all. On the contrary, it makes me realize the fun of playing with the sea and the truth that I must face difficulties bravely to succeed.

My classmate

Six years have passed in a blink of an eye. I used to be a child who just entered the first grade, and now I have graduated from primary school. The company of my classmates made me move from arrogance to elegance; The teacher's teaching accompanied me to gain wisdom from ignorance; Years have made me move from naivety to maturity. Leaves record time, flowers reflect smiling faces, tables and chairs depict diligence, and teachers give us thumbs up. When we were holding the "graduation certificate", a tear of excitement fell on the bright red booklet. When I got home, what I saw was not my parents' admiring eyes, but their serious expressions. When I graduated, I sent my classmates a record of their growth. I sent a piece of paper, simple words, but it moved me. A piece of paper was full of students' blessings and disappointment. All I left at my alma mater was unforgettable memories. The summer vacation passed quickly, because it was a graduating class, so I had a holiday very early. It's been a month and a half since the holiday, and school will start in one month, and we are about to enter the threshold of middle school. I accidentally saw the classmate records left on my desk a month and a half ago that day. When I opened the heavy classmate records, a piece of paper, a page of words, a different person and a different handwriting reflected the smiling faces of my classmates. After graduation, I got rid of the troubles of primary school and left an indelible memory for me. The hard work of the past has now borne fruit, and the taste in my heart is sweet. All the memories are burned in the classmates' records, turned over from page to page, and recorded in the pure friendship in the primary school stage. I don't know whether I don't want to part or lose friendship, but flowers will always bloom, gold will always shine, and children will always grow up. Hope is the source of statement; Hope is the beacon of the soul; Hope is a beautiful vision; Hope is the direction of efforts; Hope is the goal of struggle; Hope is the guide to success; The hope of the new century belongs to our generation. Fish's dreams are written on blisters. Farmers' dreams are written on the ears of rice. Dark clouds' dreams are written on raindrops. The dream of the ship is written on the blue waves. My dream is written in the yearbook. When I grow up, I will open my classmates' records, which I will never forget. I recall, I am sad and I am excited. I will never forget the promise made by our teachers and students on June 5438+ 10/7, 2007. We agreed to meet again at the alma mater of primary school on this day after 10. I don't know whether they will come, but I won't forget it. We were going to have a graduation party. But later I gave up the plan because I couldn't drive. Although I know that the middle school I went to after graduation is the same, I am different from them. A male student in our class and I had to leave them to study in another school because we were admitted to a special school. They were far away, so we rarely had the opportunity to meet each other. And they, except one who went back to his hometown to study and one who went to a sports school, all the other 40 students were in the same middle school. I don't know what will happen in life, but there is no doubt that friendship will never change. On graduation day, all misunderstandings have ended; All the true feelings have already melted; All gratitude has long since ended; All friendships have long been buried in the hearts of all of us. Goodbye, classmates! Students, please don't forget the time we used to get along! Students are unforgettable! Unforgettable classmates!

encourage

Everyone's growth is inseparable from encouragement, so I have also been encouraged by my elders in my life. I still remember the incident clearly.

A red 78 points caught my eye, and I was shocked. Unconsciously, tears have wet my cheeks and overflowed my eyes.

In this Chinese unit exam, I actually got the "highest record" that I have never had in grades one to six-78 points. I'm confused and a little overwhelmed. What's the matter? Why did it fail? ..... Question marks keep pouring out of my mind, and I'm scared at the thought that my mother will hit me with a long belt.

I came home with a melancholy mood and handed the test paper to my mother trembling, but my mother didn't hit me. She sighed and said earnestly, "Son, don't you have a text called Genius comes from Diligence?" This sentence is like a hammer, hitting my heart hard. Yes, no pains, no gains In class these days, although people are in the classroom, their hearts have been wandering outside, and they even turn around and talk to their classmates. I used to take the initiative to speak, but now I am waiting for someone else's answer. When I get home, I don't want to do the exercises I bought myself. Even the exercises assigned by teacher Zhang are often discounted, and I even try my best to hide them. My mother's kindness turned a deaf ear. I still try to be angry with her and talk back. Hey, confused! No, I fell into the trough and tasted the bitter wine I brewed! Looking at my bereavement, my mother gave me an uncharacteristic sentence: "Daughter, life always has ups and downs. It doesn't matter if you fail. It is important to analyze the causes and prevent crime. You have always been good at fighting, but failure is the mother of success. Mom believes you. "

It was this mother's encouragement that inspired my confidence and made me stand up again.

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Learn to weigh the pros and cons

Haze passed by my family, and I missed the bright tomorrow.

When people weighed the pros and cons, they finally chose those colorful pieces of paper, smiled hypocritically and said some parting words to the blue sky. Many years later, the government's letter to Lantian looking forward to its return was finally abandoned by the careless postman, and finally it was unable to return to the sky, so it had to rot in the deserted street.

How many people remember the guy who was forgotten by everyone? When they count the pieces of paper that have been torn to pieces and smile, all they can see when they look up is the fog.

How many people remember the man who was deported? When they were sitting in a luxurious home and having fun, they looked up and saw only glittering but still cold chandeliers and ceilings.

How many people remember the guy who never cared about human mistakes? When he dragged his scarred body and insisted on appearing in front of people every day, how many people cared, remember?

But we remember, these people who cling to the tail of childhood that is about to slip away remember; People who are mature but stubborn must remember their children; Those who stand on their homeland and expect him to return remember.

Because when we are happy, the sky is smiling; When we are angry, the sky pouts; When we are blue, the sky cries; When we breathe, the chest of the sky rises and falls together. Always miraculously give birth to a gorgeous rainbow after tears, let us see life-that colorful hope.

Therefore, each of us faces the world with a smile among bright babies and children in the sky.

When people cut the ribbon and smiled at the newly-built factory, the sky looked down on them and sometimes roared angrily; Sometimes I cry.

But to no avail.