I remember one day in the summer vacation, my parents took my sister Yoko and me to Hu Bo Park, which I have been longing for for for a long time. Along the way, we said that we were in a particularly good mood.
We are now at the entrance of Hu Bo Garden. Hey! Needless to say, there are so many tourists for fun. The parking lot is full of cars, so it is not easy to find a parking space. We all decided to go to the Global Carnival in Hu Bo Garden first.
We bought tickets, and the conductor gave us 30 tokens, saying that we would play in the carnival with special coins. We checked our tickets and walked into the carnival. We first browsed the whole carnival. It is simply a large amusement park with all kinds of entertainment I want to play, which really makes people feel ups and downs.
We decided to play whitewater-a copy of whitewater rafting first. Sister Zhang Yi and I paid tokens and got on the rafting boat. We sat face to face and only heard a bang. The ship is moving. First I turned a corner, and then I went uphill. The boat passed the uphill, another downhill bend, followed by cries, followed by uphill, followed by big waves. The brush hit Zhang Yi's sister's back, and the boat gradually landed.
Sister Zhang Yi and I got off the boat. I'm not wet at all, but Sister Zhang's back is wet. Then we came to the iron pulley. I was a little scared at first, but finally my father dragged me into the car.
I was very unhappy when I got on the bus, but when the bus started, there was a scared expression on my face. First it's uphill, then it's a smooth road. At this moment, I thought to myself: there must be no steep road next.
But I never expected that there would be another uphill, followed by a 90-degree downhill. When our car slid down, I seemed to have a feeling of floating, clutching my father's hand tightly for fear of falling down. After the downhill is a continuous curve, the car will turn around.
Then another downhill, the car slowly arrived at the station, and my hanging heart finally fell down. The first thing I said when I got off the bus was-cool.
Then we also played roller coasters, rapids, monster mazes and other entertainment projects, which finally made my long-cherished wish come true. In the afternoon, we went to the Baicheng Pavilion in Huboyuan, where the characteristics of each country and city were gathered.
It is based on the structure of Venice Watertown. There are exquisite handicrafts in every exhibition hall, and I can't see anything.
After visiting Baicheng Pavilion, we went to the bustling beach area by boat. It is said that a food street is being held there, but for some reason, there is no one there, only a few small restaurants are open.
Make tourists puzzled. After the food street, it is the most prosperous fisherman's square, because the Thai Water-splashing Festival will be held here.
On the edge of the square is Pirate Street, and the visible and tangible figures seem to have returned to the pirate era. At the scene of the Songkran Festival, we also saw the host of 18 18 golden eye broadcast the Songkran Festival live.
However, due to conditions, we didn't have a change of clothes, so we left our imagination at the Water-splashing Festival and left Fisherman's Square. When night fell, we reluctantly left Hu Bo Garden, but we left our laughter there and brought back beautiful memories.
The warm current imagined in spring melts the ice on the rocks, and the first tiny crystal drop tells people that spring is coming again. In spring, the flowers spread out and slowly poked their heads out from the warm "bed". The grass also emerged from the soil like flowers and looked at this beautiful new world.
Miss Feng Chun is like a comb. She combed Sister Liu's emerald hair with a comb. Miss Chun is like a tailor. She made a new brown bark coat for Grandpa Dashu, and put a green coat on the fields of Qian Shan.
Miss Feng Chun called her good friend Chunyu again, sowing moist seeds for the earth-rain, some like soybeans, some like embroidery needles, and some move with rice grains. Dense, sparse, there is not even a gap in the middle.
Spring is also the season when everything revives. In spring, the ice on the river gradually melts, and the small fish wakes up from a long hibernation and begins to warm up for the new year. On some dead trees, the brown bear family slowly climbed out of the trunk and began to supplement their food for three months without eating. Father and mother frogs also wake up from hibernation, ready to find an ideal pond for their babies to lay eggs. Children and the elderly are most energetic in spring. Look! Some children are flying kites, some are running, some are playing football, and some are reading under the big tree in early spring.
Some old people are playing Tai Ji Chuan, some are practicing swords, and some old couples are dancing with ancient music. Spring is a season full of vitality, but also a beautiful, magical and hopeful season.
The loud drums of the soldiers read sounded, knocking out the 50th birthday of the motherland. Today, I witnessed with my own eyes. No, it should be said that I personally "attended" the 50th birthday of my motherland. Ran Ran, a red sun in the east, has risen, and Tiananmen Square is already crowded with people. People are staring at the rostrum, waiting for the appearance of * *, and looking forward to announcing that the people of China have stood up for 50 years.
Until eight o'clock in the morning, the voices of three hundred thousand people echoed in the square. Look! * * * and national leaders took to the rostrum. Looking down from the rostrum, the people's ranks lined up with the solemn and dignified word "China".
It is not only a gift to the motherland, but also the 50th anniversary of China people standing up completely. At this time, the band played the national anthem, and the flag-raiser came to the flagpole standing in the center of the square in high spirits, pressed the button on the flagpole, and the national flag slowly rose. People also raised their hands in unison with national flags in their eyes.
10: 00 * * I read the congratulatory message on the early arrival of the motherland's birthday, and I also read the people's expectations and blessings. Then the military parade began in the 5th century. With the music playing, the navy, army and air force marched in neat steps.
2. Campus singer-composition is composition. Has the author ever attended a sports class? What is the secret of your success? However, at this time, several members of the "paparazzi" in the class gathered around Pang again and asked in a reporter's tone, "Pang's classmate. She looked around, but didn't know what to perform. Her name is xxx, and she sings with ecstasy. We were fascinated, and I seemed to see a little girl right in front of my eyes, picking up ears of rice in the field. After singing, my face looks small and delicate, just like a mountain stream, with the contents of delivering packages. Unfortunately, when the flowers reached Pang, the drums stopped. Now it's Pang's turn to perform, and the teachers burst into thunderous applause. This song caused quite a stir. After class, almost all the students in the class went to ask her for an autograph. At first, she was very patient, so she had to rush into the teachers' site, the teaching and research section, and simply draw a flower on it, but then she stopped dealing with these boring signatures seriously. Everyone passes the flowers as thorns to the next person with the teacher's drums? Who is your music tutor?
..... "Pang is desperate, like a clear spring in the forest. How did you get everyone's attention? Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and her sweet song blurted out: "Little girl picking up ears of rice, walking barefoot in the field …" That beautiful voice. At this time, it flows into our hearts, and when we laugh, we will always highlight a pair of dimples, which looks very cute. I tell you, she not only has a pair of dimples, but also has a "golden voice". After professional training, her singing is more perfect.
I have a good friend.
3. Ask for a 300-word essay about the top ten singers on campus. This afternoon, our teachers and students watched the "Top Ten" singer contest on the big screen in the classroom. We were deeply impressed by the wonderful performances of young singers.
The best singer is Chen Shile who won the first prize. Look! I saw a slim little girl Chen Shile appeared with a smile on her face. She sang Mother's Flower Support. She sang: "Mother's flower support is the love embroidered by her mother;" Flowers are everywhere, clouds are floating ... "She sings so well! Like a lark, her voice is crisp, loud, euphemistic and beautiful, and the lines are filled with the warmth of maternal love. She attracted all her classmates, and we were intoxicated by her beautiful and happy songs. ...
What impressed me the most was the newspaper song sung by contestant No.3, which was composed by Nie Er, a great musician in 1930s. He is lively and devoted when he sings. I seem to have returned to the old society and seen the life scenes of poor children. How happy we are today, we should cherish it!
My favorite is 15' s "Let's Row". She sings very well, so we sing along quietly below. It seems that we paddle too, and the boat pushes the waves away. The beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls.
The laughter, songs and cheers of teachers and students have come and gone, and the classroom has become an ocean of joy.
Hope to adopt
4. Campus Singer Contest Composition In this warm and pleasant spring with light rain, there are melodious and crisp songs on campus-this is our last "Top Ten Singer Contest".
On the day of the game, the weather was not satisfactory. It was raining and raining. We, the 24 singers, are thinking that the competition will be postponed, and the brigade has firmly recovered-if it doesn't work, you can take an umbrella when it rains! We don't know how to answer.
In the afternoon, the game arrived as scheduled. The weather is not beautiful, the students took out shelter from the rain, and colorful umbrellas formed a wonderful picture.
When the host kicked off the game with old-fashioned words. "The first thing to play is ... the song brought by Teacher Sun. Our music teacher, Miss Sun, sang in the heavy rain.
Her euphemistic song god gave us encouragement and moved us deeply. This makes me think that the singer is not about how beautiful your voice is, how euphemistic your singing skills are, nor about your huge audience, but about your love and pursuit of music and songs.
After Teacher Sun finished singing, it rained harder and harder, so the students "retreated" to the teacher and the game continued. I was so anxious and nervous that my classmate Mao brought a song "Relax". I was carried away by her singing and relaxed.
Time flies, one singer after another, one better than the other, wonderful. Although the first grade is small and "ghost big", everyone has a voice of nature.
Before I knew it, it was my turn.
Today is a special Tuesday, because I will take part in a "Campus Singer Contest" in the multimedia classroom of the school this afternoon.
In the afternoon, I came to the multimedia classroom. I took a little look. There are too many people and too much noise. I sat in the position arranged by the teacher. After a while, the teacher asked our fourth-grade singer to draw numbers on the stage. I got the number 4 for the first time, and I was a little scared. I thought my number was the fourth in the school. The result is a four-year number 4, and my mood is a little calmer. But the teacher asked us to go back and draw a number 7, my last player in four years.
After a while, the game began, and the host stepped onto the stage with his chest out and read out the judges and leaders present. ...
As time goes by, my heart is getting tighter and tighter. It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and my plans are all messed up. I still want to go to physical education class, my favorite place, but it's too late. I'm one short. I was taken to the front desk by Mr. Wang to prepare. I deliberately communicate with other contestants to relax my nervousness, and at the same time encourage myself: all the children in Grade Two sing so well, not to mention me! I'm sure I can sing better than them. Finally, it was my turn. I walked onto the stage with excitement and tension. When I performed for the first time, my facial muscles trembled nervously. Slowly, my smile became more and more brilliant and I sang more and more unrestrained. The teacher in the audience gave me an approving look, and I became more confident. At the end of the song, there was a burst of applause from the audience. In the end, my score was 39. 15, which was also the highest score in the whole school. I'm so happy, my heart is as sweet as honey!
The campus singer contest ended in joy. Through this competition, I want to thank my music teacher and my parents, who gave me such a good opportunity to show my style.
6. Little Campus Singer-The composition is written by a person named Little Campus Singer. I have a good friend named xxx with a small and delicate face. She always highlights a pair of dimples when she smiles, which looks very cute.
I tell you, she not only has a pair of dimples, but also has a "golden voice". After professional training, her singing skills are more "perfect". I once took part in a sports activity class, which was about delivering packages.
Everyone passed the flowers as thorns to the next person with the teacher's drumming. Unfortunately, when the flowers reached Pang, the drums stopped.
Now it's Pang's turn to perform. She looked around and didn't know what to perform.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a sweet song blurted out: "Little girl picking up ears of rice, walking barefoot in the field …" That beautiful voice, like a clear spring in the forest and a mountain stream, flowed into our hearts. At this time, Pang sang with ecstasy, and we listened with ecstasy. I seem to see a little girl picking up ears of rice in the field in front of my eyes.
After singing, the teachers burst into thunderous applause. This song caused quite a stir. After class, almost all the students in the class went to ask her for an autograph.
At first, she was very patient. Later, she stopped dealing with these boring signatures seriously and just drew a flower on them. However, at this time, several members of the "paparazzi" in the class gathered around Pang again and asked in a reporter's tone, "Pang, how did you get everyone's attention? What is the secret of your success? Who is your music tutor? ..... "Pang was cornered and had to rush into the teacher's site-the teaching and research section to" take refuge ".
7. A 732-word composition for the Little Singer Contest. Today is a special Tuesday, because I will take part in a "Campus Singer Contest" in the multimedia classroom of the school this afternoon.
In the afternoon, I came to the multimedia classroom. I took a little look. There are too many people and too much noise. I sat in the position arranged by the teacher. After a while, the teacher asked our fourth-grade singer to draw numbers on the stage. I got the number 4 for the first time, and I was a little scared. I thought my number was the fourth in the school. The result is a four-year number 4, and my mood is a little calmer. But the teacher asked us to go back and draw a number 7, my last player in four years.
After a while, the game began, and the host stepped onto the stage with his chest out and read out the judges and leaders present. ...
As time goes by, my heart is getting tighter and tighter. It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and my plans are all messed up. I still want to go to physical education class, my favorite place, but it's too late. I'm one short. I was taken to the front desk by Mr. Wang to prepare. I deliberately communicate with other contestants to relax my nervousness, and at the same time encourage myself: all the children in Grade Two sing so well, not to mention me! I'm sure I can sing better than them. Finally, it was my turn. I walked onto the stage with excitement and tension. When I performed for the first time, my facial muscles trembled nervously. Slowly, my smile became more and more brilliant and I sang more and more unrestrained. The teacher in the audience gave me an approving look, and I became more confident. At the end of the song, there was a burst of applause from the audience. In the end, my score was 39. 15, which was also the highest score in the whole school. I'm so happy, my heart is as sweet as honey!
The campus singer contest ended in joy. Through this competition, I want to thank my music teacher and my parents, who gave me such a good opportunity to show my style.
8. Write a composition on my little singer. If you want to say a performance at the beginning, everyone must say "I am the best."
No, most people are bragging, but I am the best. I won the third place in the 5th "Top Ten Little Singers" Competition of Donghutang Central Primary School, 1 male! Want to know the inside story? Ok, I'll kick off the curtain for you. One day at noon, everyone was doing something: some were reading, some were cleaning, some were doing their homework ... At this moment, Mr. Hu, who taught our class, came towards us. She stood on the podium and said loudly to us: There is a competition of "Top Ten Little Singers" this year. If you want to attend, come to my office tomorrow to sign up.
Especially Pan Rui and Wu Xinran, I hope you can attend. Ah ah ah, I love singing at home. The teacher also knows that I am a little singer at home. The teacher wants me to attend! ! ! I have been thinking about it since I came home from school. For a teacher who often praises me and trusts me, I really should attend.
But I had too many activities during that time, and I really couldn't get away! I can't sleep in bed at night, thinking: should I join, should I, should I? The next day, I remembered the teacher's ardent expectations of me, and I decided: I want to take part in the competition. From that day on, I attended training on time every day and learned to sing with my teacher. When I get home, I will learn to sing on the computer as soon as I have time.
9. About the composition of the campus singer contest 600 words I am the audience how to write a composition about the road.
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Composition on the journey
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I can't stop stumbling, just because of that unchanging dream.
With full of longing, I embarked on this endless journey. Hesitation, panic and despair are like water.
Hand farewell to the coast forever, in a lonely boat, floating in the silent sea.
Walking in the mountains, I was impressed by the majestic majesty. There is also a palace in the sky at the foot of the cloud.
Que. Who drinks and sings in the sky? Who is swaying the sun, the moon and the stars?
Stop at the source of the great river and listen to the roar of the water. I am amazed by its flow direction and an ancient country.
Thousands of years of ups and downs in China in the past can't wash away the accumulated dust.
The road ahead is too long. The success or failure of the ancients has turned into a river wind, blowing to another world, and I am still running.
Running on the old runway, chasing someone's footsteps.
Cann't let go, can't stop chasing, in the notebook of exploration, there are endless persistence, too many demands and traction.
Hanging the whole world.
It's still that thorny road. I am walking in a place that seems to have an end, breathing two.
The flowers on the shore seek beauty lost in haste.
In the pursuit of the journey, I missed too many gorgeous flowers, overgrown green grass, singing pedestrians, and
I walked by, leaving a lonely song.
I see, I'm lost, lost in this strange place, surrounded by a piece of Wang Yang sea, but nowhere to be seen.
The lighthouse I look forward to is the light that guides me.
Began to despair, collapsed on one side of the runway of life, watching his companions leave, and his vision was a little blurred.
Can't go back to the beginning.
Too much desire, tired, don't want to have anything, let life calm down and finally understand what you need.
This is just a peace.
10. Little Singer Contest 500 words Everyone likes singing in China, and I am no exception. Today, the teacher held a singing contest.
Before the competition, the teacher asked us to figure out what songs to sing in our minds before going on stage to sing. The game has started. The first people to take the stage were Ning Ming and Hu. They are singing the song of the seven sons. Their voices were loud and beautiful, and after singing, there was a storm of applause from the audience.
Next is Yin Chaojun, singing "Two Tigers", which is funny and funny. After Yin Chaojun finished singing, the audience burst into laughter, some burst into tears, some leaned forward and leaned back, and some laughed with stomachache.
Then it was me and Liu Shuaiwen who came on stage. We walked onto the stage with a nervous mood and sang a song "Sea, Hometown". When I was a child, my mother told me that we sang with emotion. I thought while singing: Don't sing wrong! Otherwise, you will lose face! But the song was right at me, which made me sing a wrong syllable. Finally, at the end of the song, we walked off the stage with a red face.
Ok, the singing contest is over. Teacher Yin said that Liu Shuaiwen and Jiang Rong were the best singers in the singing contest! Yeah! Liu Shuaiwen and I let out a cry and hugged each other. Ning Mingming and Hu sang well! Teacher Yin said with a smile.
Hahaha! We are immersed in joy.