My last weekend is very busy.On Saturday morning,my mom went shopping with me.I am visited grandmother.Because today is grandma's birthday.We cook the meals together.In the evening,mom went home with me.On Sunday morning,I'm did homework and played computer games.In the afternoon,I'm went to a park.This is my last weekend.What about you?
一、Great changes in my hometown
More than twenty years ago, my hometown was just a small , old and poor town. Most of people were farmers. There were few factories. The people didn’t have enough food to eat and wore old clothes. They had a hard life .
Great changes have taken place in the past twenty years . The people have found a lot of ways of making money . Now there are many tall buildings . They are very beautiful . Roads are wide and clean . People can take buses or drive their own cars to go to work . Many people have cell phones and personal computers. People’s living conditions have improved a lot . Thanks to the government’s efforts . my hometown is becoming more and more beautiful .
二、Save the earth
How to protect the environment has become one of the biggest problems in the world .
It’s our duty to protect our environment . No matter where we live , we should do something to keep our neighborhood clean and tidy . We can collect waste paper or other waste things for recycling. We should plant more trees and we should prevent those factories from pouring waste water into rivers, lakes and fields. We shouldn’t leave rubbish everywhere and spit in public places . We mustn’t pick the flowers or step on the grass in public. If everyone tries his best to protect the environment , the world will become much more beautiful and our life will be better and better .
三、Improve our environment
Good environment can make people feel happy. To improve the environment means to qualify our life . What should we do to improve our environment
We should plant more trees . And we should prevent those factories from pouring waste water into rivers , lakes and fields . Whenever we see litter on the ground , we should pick it up and throw it into a dustbin . Don’t spit in public places . Don’t draw on public walls . It’s our duty to keep our earth clean and tidy .
四、Pollution around us
In recent years our life is becoming better and better. But our environment is becoming worse and worse. It’s very bad for our life. Now many people have air-conditioners and cars, they produce (give off ) waste gas. More and more trees are being cut down. There are so much sand on the earth (leaving only sand ) . We often see factories pour waste into rivers or lakes. Water in the river
is quite dirty. We haven’t enough clean water to drink in cities. Now we are in danger. It’s very necessary and important to protect the environment well. I think if everyone tries his best to protect the environment, the world will become much more beautiful , and our life will be better and better .
五、Make our world more beautiful !
Protecting the environment is becoming more and more important to humans . It’s our duty to take care of the nature around us . Animals and plants are our best friends ., and we should share the world with them . We shouldn’t kill wild animals , and we must protect forests because they are animals’ home . We must plant more trees and grass , they can make the world greener . The more beautiful the world is, the happier lives we will have . Let’s do our best to make the world beautiful.
六、Keep our school clean
We are studying in this school. It is our duty to keep it clean and tidy. It is not good to spit in public places, such as in the library, in the class. We
shouldn’t leave rubbish here and there. Don’t draw pictures on the wall, they influence the look of our school . We should keep the classroom clean and tidy. And we should do some cleaning often. If everyone tries his best to do something useful for our school, I’m sure our school will be more beautiful .
七、My country life
I like to live in the countryside. I live in a small village. There is a river near it. Lots of trees are around my house. I can see a lot of farms and birds. There is less noise. The air here is cleaner and fresher. There are fewer cars. I read aloud early in the morning. When it is getting dark, the moon is bright in the sky. It’s very quiet . What a nice place I live in !
There were three of them. There were four of us, and April lay on the campsite and on the river, a mixture of dawn at a damp extreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. This was Deer Lodge on the Pine River in Ossipee, New Hampshire, though the lodge was naught but a foundation remnant in the earth. Brother Bentley's father, Oren, had found this place sometime after the First World War, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude abounding here. Now we were here, post World War II, post Korean War, Vietnam War on the brink. So much learned, so much yet to learn.
Peace then was everywhere about us, in the riot of young leaves, in the spree of bird confusion and chatter, in the struggle of pre-dawn animals for the start of a new day, a Cooper Hawk that had smashed down through trees for a squealing rabbit, yap of a fox at a youngster, a skunk at rooting.
We had pitched camp in the near darkness, Ed LeBlanc, Brother Bentley, Walter Ruszkowski, myself. A dozen or more years we had been here, and seen no one. Now, into our campsite deep in the forest, so deep that at times we had to rebuild sections of narrow road (more a logger's path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought we'd again have no traffic, came a growling engine, an old solid body van, a Chevy, the kind I had driven for Frankie Pike and the Lobster Pound in Lynn delivering lobsters throughout the Merrimack Valley. It had pre-WW II high fenders, a faded black paint on a body you'd swear had been hammered out of corrugated steel, and an engine that made sounds too angry and too early for the start of day. Two elderly men, we supposed in their seventies, sat the front seat; felt hats at the slouch and decorated with an assortment of tied flies like a miniature bandoleer of ammunition on the band. They could have been conscripts for Emilano Zappata, so loaded their hats and their vests as they climbed out of the truck.
"Mornin', been yet?" one of them said as he pulled his boots up from the folds at his knees, the tops of them as wide as a big mouth bass coming up from the bottom for a frog sitting on a lily pad. His hands were large, the fingers long and I could picture them in a shop barn working a primal plane across the face of a maple board. Custom-made, old elegance, those hands said.
"Barely had coffee," Ed LeBlanc said, the most vocal of the four of us, quickest at friendship, at shaking hands. "We've got a whole pot almost. Have what you want." The pot was pointed out sitting on a hunk of grill across the stones of our fire, flames licking lightly at its sides. The pot appeared as if it had been at war, a number of dents scarred it, the handle had evidently been replaced, and if not adjusted against a small rock it would have fallen over for sure. Once, a half-hour on the road heading north, noting it missing, we'd gone back to get it. When we fished the Pine River, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though we'd often unearth our beer from a natural cooler in early evening. Coffee, camp coffee, has a ritual. It is thick, it is dark, it is potboiled over a squaw-pine fire, it is strong, it is enough to wake the demon in you, stoke last evening's cheese and pepperoni. First man up makes the fire, second man the coffee; but into that pot has to go fresh eggshells to hold the grounds down, give coffee a taste of history, a sense of place. That means at least one egg be cracked open for its shells, usually in the shadows and glimmers of false dawn. I suspect that's where "scrambled eggs" originated, from some camp like ours, settlers rushing west, lumberjacks hungry, hoboes lobbying for breakfast. So, camp coffee has made its way into poems, gatherings, memories, a time and thing not letting go, not being manhandled, not being cast aside.
Today is the beginning of seven， I went to town with cousin， the Zhuo flag hill of watching a wonderful acrobatic Festival " to celebrate Chinese New year "。
We arrived， to find a show place， find a place to sit down， and then patiently waited for the show to start。
" The beginning of the show "， do not know who is shouting。 We immediately back to god。
The first program is， little monkey riding old goat go rope。 I saw the old goat carrying small monkey step by step on the rope， hey， too。 Is really amazing！ The next program is more splendid！ For example： wire walking， the tiger jumped the ring of fire， lions and tigers， bears swing across the beauty slip exercise， air swing 。 And this " new acrobatic show" the protagonist is mainly animal。
This " new acrobatic show" is really meaningful！
The coconut tree is a very important plant in my country. Coconut tree plantations are important sources of revenue ,food and shelter.
Our country earns a lot of money from the export of coconut tree products like copra, coconuts, coconuts oil , and coconut milk . This has been the main sources of our foreign exchange for over a century . In fact, many of the coconut plantations were planted by various colonial power and now, since independence, are run by our own citizens .
We not only export the food products of the coconut tree ,we eat them ourselves too. The coco is the basis of much of our national cuisine, we are famous for our curries made rich by coconut milk .We also use the oil to fry our foods as well as to add shine to our skin and hair.
The fronds of the coconut tree are also used to cover the walls and roofs of temporary shelters. The breezes pass through the fronds and cool the interior ,but the heavy rains, which fall daily , do not enter.
The coconut tree is a very versatile and useful plant .It is a tree that has served our country well.
When I grow up， I'm going to do what I want to do。 I'm going to move somewhere interesting。 Paris sounds like a city that I could that enjoy。 There are lots of art exhibitions there。 I want to be an artist 。 So how am I going to do it？ First， I'm going to find a part—time job for a year or tow and save some money。 Then I'm going to be a student at an art school in Paris。
Time flies like water. Another year is approaching the end of the year. Looking out of the window piaofeng yellow leaves, I can not help but recall the scene when the Chinese New year.
On New Year's day, every family put on the couplets and hung up the lanterns. It was far from being seen. It was very good. When that time, we had finished the final exam, and it was the winter vacation.
Most people visit relatives and friends. Others take their family to visit the famous mountains for relaxation when they are free. Some parents relax their children's minds in order to get their kids to be admitted to famous universities. Almost every day they take their children &ldquo, &rdquo, and at home.
The new year is coming. It's always our naughty and clever “ monkey ” children!
Every time, some relatives and friends do the night dinner, and please go to all of our family. During the meeting, some middle-aged women managed to get a rare meeting, is on the side you say you, I said I had always, and learning related, often mention your son or your daughter's learning how ah this kind of problem; those are rare in the side of the heat at ” “ and others, also lost a no way, the penalty had to drink a cup of wine. It had not for a moment, there are several people drunk straight spit, almost disoriented, was drunk and had to slowly go upstairs and have a sleep; and we children aside like a little mouse, as well as picking delicious to eat, but also some more clever, the some nuts carefully in his pocket, for fear that others with him like a gun. Looking at them, I'm so angry and funny.
The night was coming in a loud voice. It was getting darker and darker. At last, it was dark to think that there was an careless overturn of ink in the sky. The master moved out of his own carefully chased fireworks. The &ldquo &rdquo so riotous with colour fireworks;; a sound onto the sky in the night, the background is more beautiful, bright! Some fireworks fly in the sky after the explosion, but also to see the bright, I really like a dolphin is blinking stars. The night gradually deepens, and friends and family are leaving one by one, leaving only a messy desktop waiting for their owners to clean up, leaving only greasy plates waiting for their owners to clean, leaving only dirty ground waiting for their owners to clean up.