A composition that walks hand in hand

Let's go into nature. In the beauty of nature, we can forget all our troubles. The following are five short articles about going hand in hand, which I collected, hoping to help you!

Chapter 1: We walked hand in hand into the laughter of that snowy night, and our hearty laughter floated.

Outside the window, the sky, clouds, trees and water are white. The snow-covered ground left traces of people coming. How can you stay at home with such beautiful scenery?

Call friends out to play in the snow, but the venue is on the wide road. There were few people on the road, so I boldly played skiing in the middle of the road. Holding hands, we struggled to start, slipped forward again, and drifted away in the joyful laughter. Even if the car in front of us was coming head-on, we didn't rush to avoid it until the car tooted its horn, and we almost fell and clumsily ran to one side.

I was having a good time, but I was attracted by a young laugh. Looking at the sound source, a little girl was dragged by her parents on both sides and slid in the snow. All three people's faces are filled with happy smiles. "Mom and Dad can't run, can you skate by yourself?" "No, you go on and have fun!" Mom and dad can only let her lose her temper and pull the little girl forward again. The immature laughter floated in the snow again.

As soon as I turned my head, my painting style suddenly changed. Two chubby boys, one pulling in front and the other squatting, just pulled not far, suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. Two little boys were lying on the ground, clutching their bellies and laughing.

There were all kinds of laughter in the snow, and we walked into the joy hand in hand.

Chapter two: We walked into the campus of youth hand in hand. Youth is a bridge, a bridge from innocence to wisdom and strength. Just a classmate and teenager, in the prime of life, full of pursuit and struggle. Let's join hands with teachers and classmates to enter youth and feel this wonderful time.

Teachers and students strive for wisdom and truth.

The sunshine splashed on the window lattice, and the math teacher was dancing to give us a lecture. "The symmetry axis of a regular polygon is the median vertical line of each side, and the number of lines is the number of sides!" This loud voice is full of majesty and makes people feel as if it is an indisputable truth. However, a spark of thinking flashed in my mind: "The two diagonal lines of a square are also symmetrical axes! All even-numbered polygons have axes of symmetry that overlap diagonal lines. The teacher is obviously wrong! After class, I immediately caught up with him and told him what I thought. He hesitated for a moment and said, "If you don't draw, you will understand geometric drawing! "I have been teaching for decades, and I know it!" His tone is firm, confident and earnest. A classmate nearby said, "The teacher is a great mathematician. Don't argue with experts as students." The teacher smiled and got up to leave. I was not content, so I showed him the sketch immediately. The teacher raised his glasses and looked at the lines in the picture doubtfully-a square does have an axis of symmetry that coincides with the diagonal! He looked surprised, frowned, touched his chin and looked at it for a long time. Finally, he stretched his eyebrows and said to me, "Oh, the teacher really made a mistake ... the symmetry axis of even polygons coincides with the diagonal!" " "Everyone will smile knowingly.

Let's pursue knowledge and truth with teachers and join hands with youth!

Students cheer for the program.

The rain fell on the playground, but the game continued. I stood at the starting line of the 800-meter runway with my opponent. The whistle sounded and an arrow rushed out. The sound of refueling is in my ear, and it keeps ringing, Song Like Tao! Like thunder! Facing the wind and braving the rain, I stepped forward quickly, and my opponents flashed by one by one, and there were fewer and fewer figures in front. I'm the first to lead for the time being! 400, 300 ... When the final sprint was 200 meters, anxious voices came from the refueling crowd: "Coming! Coming! On the right, come on! " Yu Guangzhong, there is a shadow on the right, and my opponent is similar to me. This is a crucial moment in the final. "come on Come on! ..... Come on! Come on! ..... The cheers of the students are getting louder and louder, like a hurried drum and a horn for charging. I force every cell of myself to combine with oxygen. Generate's extraordinary energy, with the encouragement of my classmates, made me forget myself, feel like death, make a determined effort, surpass my opponent and win the championship narrowly!

Let's fight for honor and victory with our classmates and join hands with youth!

Youth comes and goes in a hurry. Do you remember? Hit the middle stream and hit the water, and the waves will stop the flying boat. Let's walk into youth hand in hand forever, gain knowledge, gain growth and gain regretless youth.

Chapter 3: We walk into nature hand in hand. Friends, are you tired? Are you depressed? Let's go into nature. In the beauty of nature, we can forget all our troubles.

Friend, are you upset? Are you physically tired? Let me take you into nature! Let the beauty of nature take away all your troubles and tiredness. Come on! Here, you can forget the complicated and noisy urban areas, feel the beauty of nature with your heart, and feel the profoundness and infinite charm of nature.

Let's go to Yuanye! Look, patches of soft green grass and endless enchanting and colorful flowers give off a new breath. Proud grass is like thousands of greenguard, guarding the flowers. No matter how people press and step on it, they will not bow their heads.

Let's throw ourselves into the arms of the mountains! The change of "looking sideways is the peak, and the distance is different" and the philosophy of "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain" make you feel more thoroughly at this time. From a distance, the mountain is not high, but when you come to the foot of the mountain and look up, you will know how magnificent it is, just like a giant, standing indomitable forever regardless of the wind and thunder. How admirable their spirit is!

Let's go to the seaside again! Listen, the sound of the sea is like the sea calling us affectionately. It feels good to step barefoot on the sparkling beach! Pick up a shell, put it in your ear, listen to the sound of the sea with your heart, and your heart floats away. The sea is boundless, and its broad mind is really worth learning.

Finally, let's go into the forest. As soon as we entered the forest, dense leaves surrounded our whole body. Birds in the forest are twittering on the branches and playing wonderful music. In the grass, behind the big tree, many small animals come out to welcome you.

The earth nourishes the creatures living on it, making them thrive and become beautiful nature. Nature is always open to us. My friend, if you are free, let's walk into the magnificent nature hand in hand and feel its unique charm.

Chapter 4: We walked hand in hand into the night wind for another week and went home at the weekend. My mother was already waiting at the door. I was a little touched to see her leaning against the door, but I soon calmed down, walked up to my mother as usual and said faintly, "Mom, I'm back." Mother took the bag and welcomed me into the room. The table has been filled with all kinds of delicious food.

After dinner, I listened to music in my room. My mother brought in a big bag of clothes, sat on my bed, folded it slowly, and suddenly said to me, "Ying, what a beautiful day today!" " "

"hmm."

My ears were full of G.E.M.'s voice. I didn't fully understand my mother's words, but I replied habitually. Mom paused, and then said, "Let's go out and have a look at the newly repaired garden in the community."

I don't want to, so I have to find an excuse not to go.

"The teacher left a lot of homework, and the final exam is coming. I don't want to go. "

Mother didn't say anything, as if she were a little absent-minded. She turned the folded clothes over and over as if to make the most perfect folding method in the world. Seeing that my mother didn't mean to leave, I looked back at her. She didn't look up, but her expression was dignified. Look at the pile of clothes, including the coat I brought home last week, and I can clearly see my favorite sweater vest on my mother's lap, and my mother is rubbing it gently with her hands. Seeing all this, it seems that something touched a nerve in my heart, made my eyes moist and began to regret rejecting my mother.

Mother's eyes have obvious wrinkles, and her black hair is mixed with white hair. Suddenly, I felt that I was alienating her. My mother brought me up alone, and I was by her side every day when I was not in school. I always like to follow her for a walk in the community or park, holding her warm hand with my little hand, or holding her skirts, listening to her stories while walking and spreading joy behind her. At that time, although she was very busy and tired, she wore a smile on her face every day. Now that I have grown up, I don't need her to worry any more, but she is not happy. I only see my mother once a week on weekends. She just wants to create more opportunities for us to be as close as before. She must have felt that her daughter was deliberately distancing herself from her and felt sad. Now I feel that I am getting farther and farther away from my mother. I usually walk in tandem on the road, only busy with my own affairs, but ignore my mother. But in my mother's eyes, my daughter is still a daughter and will never change.

I picked up my mother's folded clothes and put them in the cupboard. Then, I grabbed her hand and said, "mom, shall we go out for a walk?" It's been a long time. "

Mom looks surprised and happy. However, she said, "It's going to rain soon, so you'd better do your homework. I want to watch TV."

I didn't wait for my mother to finish. I took her hand and walked out of the house together, holding hands with my little hands, walking together in the drizzle mixed with the evening breeze.

There are many new flowers and plants in the community garden, and I like those bauhinia flowers best.

Chapter 5: We enter the four seasons hand in hand. She smiled faintly, catkins are eyebrows, calm lake water is eyes, tender grass is her blue shirt, and flowers are pinned everywhere in her hair ... She is spring, just like a tired young woman, with a pale face in winter, gently looking at everything that is recovering. ...

Picking up the fragrance of the earth, the spring is still unfinished, and the returning birds flying in her arms are lined up neatly, once again blowing into the sky with the spring breeze ... The cold rain is like a very thin and soft silver needle, swaying gently in the sun with the melodious flute of the shepherd boy. ...

The girl jumping in the rape field, holding a few budding gardenias in her hand, stopped the brisk dance steps, closed her clear eyes, lowered her head slightly, leaned her nose against the flowers, sniffed the intoxicating fragrance, arched her eyebrows and chuckled. ...

Rain, summer rain, such as the warm temper of this season, suddenly makes people unprepared and fierce. Thousands of raindrops hit the originally calm water surface of the lotus pond, the unfolded green lotus leaf and the smiling pink lotus flower. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the girl remembered Yuan Haowen's first sentence: "The green leaves are thick and cloudy, and the pond pavilion is full, which is much cooler." The sea durian blooms, enchanting and red. Ru Yan chicks talk, while sorghum sings cicadas. After the shower, pearls were scattered all over the floor and hit the new lotus. "

Twilight is fading to the west, a bunch of setting sun passes through the clouds, endless green fields and oceans, and the golden lang stained with broken light is turned over, and the fragrance of autumn harvest is floating in the air. ...

A warm wind of wheat fragrance blows, like a pair of loving hands, brushing those hard-working farmers. Reach out, hold the brown branches, tear off a bunch of red hawthorn, wash it, put it in your mouth, bite your teeth gently, and the sour honey will overflow. The girl's face is as pure as hawthorn flowers, and she will blossom the most beautiful smile. ...

The first snowflake fell on the girl's palm, and then turned into crystal cold water. In winter, it is like a loving old man reaching out and sowing a group of clever elves, dancing and singing lightly, falling on the pine trees on the top of the mountain, on the smoky roof of the chimney and on the frozen water. ...

Winter passed, the bear in the tree hole opened his sleepy eyes, the wandering snakes gathered together to warm each other, and the frog sang its song again ... We have gone through the tenderness of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, the joy of autumn and the tranquility of winter, and we have gone through four seasons, and we will enter the four seasons again. ...