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Xiaohong picks flowers, looks at pictures and writes essays

1. Please do not pick flowers when looking at pictures and writing essays

Spring is here, the sun is shining brightly, there are no clouds in the sky, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

The flowers in the campus flower beds are exceptionally beautiful, including magnificent peonies, queen roses, and various types of peonies... Swarms of little bees are flying around among the flowers. Go and get busy collecting honey. They seemed to be collecting nectar while saying: "Ah, it smells so delicious! I must collect more nectar."

At this time, the naughty Xiao Gang was chasing butterflies on the playground. Chasing, he ran to the flower bed unknowingly. When he smelled the fresh and tangy fragrance of flowers, he suddenly stopped. He was deeply attracted by these beautiful flowers. Xiaogang wanted to pick a fragrant flower, but when he looked up, he saw a small wooden sign with four dazzling characters written on it: "Care for flowers and plants".

At this time, Xiao Gang thought: "It doesn't matter if you only pick one. It doesn't matter if you pick five of so many flowers." Xiaogang stretched out his hand and was about to pick flowers, but suddenly stopped again. He thought again: "No, I can't pick it. The teacher said that you can't pick flowers."

Xiaogang looked at the beautiful and fragrant rose again. He was simply fascinated by this beautiful flower. Then, he looked around and saw no one around, so he was cruel and picked a beautiful and big rose flower.

Xiao Gang admired the roses he had just picked. As he looked at them, he thought: "What a beautiful rose!" Suddenly someone came, Xiao Gang He thought: "It's broken, what can I do? Ah, there is a way." He quickly hid the flowers in the hat, put the hat on again, and pretended to be nonchalant, whistling there.

After a while, Xiao Hong came with a watering can to water the flowers. Xiao Hong saw Xiao Gang and asked, "Xiao Gang, what are you doing?" When asked, he stammered: "I, I didn't pick the flowers." When Xiaohong heard this, she thought to herself: "Isn't this the three hundred taels of silver here? Didn't pick them? No, there must be a ghost here." Suddenly, Xiao Hong saw the flower stalk behind Xiao Gang's hat, and asked seriously: "Xiao Gang, tell me honestly, did you pick the flowers or not?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Gang quickly argued: "I...I told you, no. ...I didn’t take it off." He said, pulling the hat down hard. Hearing Xiaogang's "Ouch", he quickly took off his hat, and saw a beautiful rose flower falling out of his hat, and a little bee flew out of the flower. Looking at Xiaogang's head, he was stung by a big bump. It turned out that when Xiaogang was picking flowers, he was very anxious and his heart was beating fast. He didn't find a little bee in the petals. The little bee was very stuffy and uncomfortable in the hat. Xiaogang pressed it again, and the little bee stung him hard.

Seeing Xiaogang's embarrassed look, Xiaohong couldn't help crying or laughing. She patiently said to Xiaogang: "You were already wrong when you picked flowers. In addition, you don't admit your mistakes. Isn't this adding more mistakes to each other?" ?” Xiaogang covered the big bump on his head and said, “I won’t dare to do that again.” Xiaohong said, “Okay, hurry up, I’ll take you to the infirmary.” 2. Please don’t read the pictures. Picking flowers

Spring is here, the sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, the birds are chirping and the flowers are fragrant.

The flowers in the campus flower beds are exceptionally beautiful, including magnificent peonies, queen roses, and various types of peonies... Swarms of little bees are flying around among the flowers. Go and get busy collecting honey. They seemed to be collecting nectar while saying: "Ah, it smells so delicious! I must collect more nectar."

At this time, the naughty Xiao Gang was chasing butterflies on the playground. Chasing, he ran to the flower bed unknowingly. When he smelled the fresh and tangy fragrance of flowers, he suddenly stopped. He was deeply attracted by these beautiful flowers. Xiaogang wanted to pick a fragrant flower, but when he looked up, he saw a small wooden sign with four dazzling characters on it: "Care for flowers and plants".

At this time, Xiao Gang thought: "It doesn't matter if you only pick one. It doesn't matter if you pick five of so many flowers."

Xiaogang stretched out his hand to pick flowers, but suddenly stopped again. He thought again: "No, I can't pick it. The teacher said that you can't pick flowers."

Xiaogang looked at the beautiful and fragrant rose again. He was simply fascinated by this beautiful flower. Then, he looked around and saw no one around, so he was cruel and picked a beautiful and big rose flower. Xiao Gang admired the rose flowers he had just picked. As he looked at them, he thought: "What a beautiful rose flower!" Suddenly someone came, and Xiao Gang thought: "It's broken. What should I do? Ah, There's a way."

He quickly hid the flower in his hat, put the hat on again, and whistled as if nothing had happened. After a while, Xiaohong came with a watering can to water the flowers. Xiaohong saw Xiaogang and asked, "Xiaogang, what are you doing?" Xiaogang was already feeling guilty, but when Xiaohong asked this again, he stammered. Said: "I, I didn't pick the flowers."

When Xiaohong heard this, she thought to herself: "Isn't this because there are three hundred taels of silver in this place? Didn't pick the flowers? No, there must be a ghost here." Suddenly, Xiao Hong saw the flower stalk behind Xiao Gang's hat, and asked seriously: "Xiao Gang, tell me honestly, did you pick the flowers or not?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Gang quickly argued: "I...I told you, no. ...I didn’t take it off.”

As he said that, he pulled the hat down hard.

Hearing Xiaogang's "Ouch", he quickly took off his hat, and saw a beautiful rose flower falling out of his hat, and a little bee flew out of the flower.

Looking at Xiaogang's head, he was stung by a big bump. It turned out that when Xiaogang was picking flowers, he was very anxious and his heart was beating fast. He didn't find a little bee in the petals.

The little bee was very uncomfortable in the hat. When Xiaogang pressed it again, the little bee stung him hard. Xiaohong saw Xiaogang's embarrassed look and couldn't laugh or cry. She patiently said to Xiaogang: "It's already wrong for you to pick flowers. In addition, you don't admit your mistakes. Isn't this adding more mistakes to each other?" Xiaogang covered his head. The big bag on the bed said: "I will never dare to do it again."

Xiaohong said again: "Okay, hurry up, I will take you to the infirmary.". 3. A composition about Xiaohong picking flowers in the park

On a cloudless morning, Xiaohong and her mother went to the park to see the flower exhibition. There are red roses, yellow sunflowers, golden chrysanthemums and so on in the park.

Xiaohong saw a chrysanthemum with yellow petals, so beautiful. There are several butterflies flying on the flowers. Xiaohong thought: What a beautiful flower. Pick it back and give it to your mother. She will be very happy. Xiaohong was about to pick it when she heard her mother say: "The flowers are alive, don't pick them!" Xiaohong said: "Oh, let's set up a sign here, otherwise someone will pick them!" Her mother said: "Well, okay!" Xiaohong and her mother put up a sign that read, "Flowers are alive, please don't pick them!" Xiaohong said, "No one is picking flowers now, right?" Her mother said, " "Xiaohong, you are such a good child. Not only did you not pick the flowers, you also protected them." Xiaohong said, "This is what I should do." The passers-by praised her and said, "You are such a good child!" Xiaohong and her mother also posted the same slogans elsewhere.

Xiaohong and her mother were walking on the way home. Xiaohong asked her mother: "Mom, do you think anyone will see the sign we put up?" Her mother said: "Maybe!" They were happy. Returned home.