Kindergarten requires that meaningful things be recorded in pictures in a meaningful way during the winter vacation. How to do it?

Kindergarten requires winter vacation to record meaningful things with pictures in a meaningful way.

winter vacation life

The winter vacation has passed, but I am still reminiscing about an interesting thing in the winter vacation-setting off firecrackers. Setting off firecrackers is a custom in the new year, and it is the most interesting thing for us children in the new year. As it happens, we spent this year's New Year in the "firecrackers" of grandma's house.

On New Year's Eve, we came to grandma's house and sat in the living room. My uncle was there, and after receiving several letters of interest, my uncle's children clamored to set off firecrackers. We just bought some guns, too My mother said to me, "Go up and play with them and watch them." I said excitedly, "Good!" In fact, I am happier than them.

We quickly went to the rooftop and couldn't wait to tear open the plastic bag containing firecrackers, but I saw many kinds of firecrackers: cannons, bombers, voles and parachutes. There are also the most common match cannons and sand cannons, and there are also many fireworks.

I'll ask them to light some incense first so as not to burn their hands when using the lighter. When everything is ready, we can start playing. "What should I put first?" I am meditating. Suddenly, my sister said to me, "Let's parachute first. I haven't seen it yet! " The other children agreed. "good!" I pretended to be a "king of children" and said.

Then I put my parachute on the flat ground, lit the fuse and walked away. I saw a parachute, and it flew into the sky with a beep. It was a bang. The most interesting thing came: a toy figure descended from the sky with a parachute. It's like the explosion of a Japanese fighter plane invading China. Everyone enjoys this situation, and continuous shooting is in their hands.

Let's play vole! I handed the incense to my sister and let her play. I saw her put the gun in the clearing, lit it carefully and walked away. "Field mouse" immediately began to disperse, scurrying around, flashing different colors of fire, but soon went out. I can't help feeling that although its "life" is short, it has also contributed to people and brought them happiness!

I was thinking about it when my mother came over and said happily, "Let's set off fireworks together!" " ""good! "Obviously, they are impatient. In this way, in the dark, they walked and danced happily with their own fireworks. I can't help laughing!

Because I seem to see the hope of the motherland flashing in this dark night. This year's New Year's Eve dinner with firecrackers is really full. I will come again next year.

Happy winter vacation life.

Dad can't come back for a holiday this Spring Festival. In order to enrich my winter vacation life and improve my perceptual knowledge of life, my mother decided to take me to my father's construction site for an extraordinary Spring Festival. On February 5th, we set off from Hefei and started my happy journey. Although there are many people on the bus, I am still very happy and excited. Along the way, we took the bus to the train, passed through Anhui Province, Hubei Province and Hunan Province, and came to Huaihua City, Hunan Province, which is located at the junction of Hunan Province and Guizhou Province. Huaihua City is an ancient city, where there is the hometown of Shen Congwen-Phoenix City, and Zhijiang County under its jurisdiction is the surrender place of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. It is also the starting point of the Chongqing-Huaihua Railway, the key project of China's western development.

I have been to many construction sites for the Spring Festival as long as I can remember. He has been to Heze, Shandong Province, Hengshang Line, Fuyang, Anhui Province and Beijing-Kowloon Railway. This time I took the Huai Yu Railway to Huaihua City, Hunan Province. In order to follow my father to the construction site ahead to pay New Year greetings to the workers' uncles, we first traveled along Panshan Highway, passing through Hunan, Guizhou and Chongqing, and made a long journey to Xiushan County, Chongqing. Along the way, the mountains along the roadside are connected into one piece, and the scenery is beautiful. I am also very excited. I forgot the bumps on the winding mountain road and stared at the scenery on both sides of the road. I saw many novel scenery and customs along the way; I saw the unique costumes of local ethnic minorities; A natural waterfall formed naturally. Some waterfalls are small, while others are very swift. The water in that river is crystal clear and really beautiful. I looked at the blue sky, peaks, green vegetable fields and neat rows of trees with excitement. The branches are covered with strings of icicles, which are crystal clear and bright, more beautiful than fog pine. Sometimes some hot air comes out of the distant Woods, like a sea of clouds, hazy. Looking at those beautiful scenery, I really want to find a boat, sit in it and feel the taste of "traveling alone in the illustrated world"

The climate in mountainous areas is cold and humid, and it often rains. No, the muddy narrow road has become slippery because of the continuous rain and snow. After arriving at Xiushan, we changed to the rail car and rushed to the bridge. Although it's New Year's Eve and it's raining in Mao Mao, the sound of paving and bridging is rumbling, and the workers' uncles still stick to their jobs and work hard. At this moment of reunion, they gave up the time to reunite with their families in order to work and take care of everyone. Seeing their hard work, I understand why my father has no weekends and holidays, and why he has little time to come back to visit relatives. He can't stay for a few days when he comes back, and he has to go back. Here, I saw the Yuanliangshan Tunnel, the longest tunnel in the history of newly-built railways, with a total length of 1 1 km. I also saw something I had never seen before: the station was built in a tunnel. The camper where the workers live is half in the tunnel, cold and wet, and half on the bridge. This kind of camper is called "caravan" in mom and dad's unit. Wherever the tracks are laid and the bridge goes, the campers will follow. In winter, Leng Xia is hot. I got on the camper with curiosity and found that they had transformed every carriage into a warm little home, and the beds were neat. Although they are far away from the bustling urban areas, they stick Spring Festival couplets and a "blessing" on the door of each carriage to create a festive atmosphere.

Although the New Year's Eve dinner was not as rich as at home, they did their best. Workers' uncles from different regions sat around talking and laughing without any resentment. Sometimes they will see messages of blessing from their families, and sometimes they will hear their telephone greetings to their families. It seems that they are used to this kind of life.

After the Chinese New Year's Eve, I came to visit his father's brother, came outside the door and set off firecrackers happily. I saw my brother playing "Spaceman". As soon as he lit the fuse, the astronaut flew high! Not to be outdone, I immediately took out the bomber, the big butterfly and the little bee. First, I lit the bomber. The bomber flew quite high, too, but it suddenly exploded as soon as it flew into the air. "ah!" I cried, "Plane crash!" My brother looked at me with a strange smile, as if to say, "Hey, hey, it's still a bomber. In my opinion, it is like a self-destructive machine. " I was angry and lit the "little bee", but the "little bee" didn't fly, but flew forward. My second monk was puzzled and secretly scolded, "Damn it." I couldn't help looking at my brother, who was still smiling at me, as if to say, "Give up, you can't compete with my' astronaut'." Although the environment in this place is very poor, I still feel very happy. Because I am the first passenger on the Huai Yu railway line. I am very proud of this.

On the seventh day, my father led my mother and me to Qili Bridge in Zhijiang, Hunan, and visited the China People's War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression Victory and Surrender Memorial Hall, where China War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression surrendered. This surrender field consists of surrender field, surrender memorial hall and anti-Japanese war victory memorial hall. After reading these, I am very educated and know that our life is hard-won, so we should cherish the good times now.

In a blink of an eye, this winter vacation will be over. Looking back on my winter vacation life, I think it was really an unusual holiday!

Everyone's winter vacation life is different, but they are all colorful. Next, please listen to two or three things about my winter vacation:

Daydreaming was awakened.

I am a movie fan. If you don't watch the movie, you jump up and down. I don't have time to watch movies because I have to go to school on weekdays, but I can enjoy watching movies as soon as I have a holiday. In the dead of night at midnight, only my TV is still blooming beautiful pictures. So I went to bed at two o'clock in the morning, hoping to sleep until twelve o'clock the next day. Unfortunately, "children are not beautiful." At eight o'clock in the morning, they were awakened by a crackling sound. It was a group of children setting off firecrackers. How can seven hours' sleep be enough? Bullet your teeth, get into bed and go back to sleep. Suddenly, with a bang, I shivered and fell to the ground. It turned out that a child released a song "Earth-shattering". "This is really earth-shattering. It is better to say' shock'! " I said angrily. In this way, the dream of the day was awakened.

The Olympic math task was completed ahead of schedule.

During the winter vacation, because I was in poor health and couldn't go out, I stayed at home and looked through the books I had read several times. Looking at it, I was suddenly told that there were still 180 Olympic math problems, so I immediately turned out my notebook and found some Olympic math books to do. On the one hand, because I really have nothing to do all day, on the other hand, because time is tight and the task is heavy, I wrote 30 questions a day and finished the task in just six days. In these six days, I was happy to do a difficult problem for a while, and sad to do a wrong one for a while. My little room is full of laughter and sad sighs. However, the excessive speed made me have nothing to do from now on, which made me feel deeply and sighed: "If I had known there was nothing to do today, why should I have done it at the beginning!"

There are many interesting things during the Spring Festival holiday.

During the Spring Festival holiday, I stayed at home and couldn't go out. I was really upset at that time, so I called my aunt and cousin. After they came, the adults wrapped up jiaozi. My cousin and I closed the door and played computer games. I heard my mother and my aunt whispering outside. After a while, my cousin and I went out for dinner, and the hot jiaozi was already on the table. I picked up a jiaozi with chopsticks, took a bite and spit it out quickly. The hot chocolate in it burned me. "Strange, how can there be chocolate?" I said to myself, I ate that one, picked up another one and bit it open. It turned out to be full of preserved eggs. This time, we are even more surprised. We ate one after another: egg yolk, crisp sugar, sausage, jujube, apple ... there are many kinds, but there is not a copy on the plate. In a short time, a small disc of jiaozi was "destroyed" by us.

Just as we were wolfing down our food, my mother and my aunt were hiding and laughing. When we finished eating, they came out and said, "What about our colorful jiaozi?" "Not bad, not bad." I said while wiping my tears. "What's the matter with you? Did you win the first prize? " "Yes, I ate jiaozi wrapped in red pepper!"

This is my colorful winter vacation, with joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. How's it going? Not bad!

Happy winter vacation life.

In this season of less snow and warmer weather, the Spring Festival unconsciously buried the dull days and came face to face. Looking at the newly bought calendar on the wall and counting the days when the last Spring Festival of this century is approaching, I can't help but sigh that the years are rushing and another quiet and busy year has passed. As the year draws near, the more or less good impressions accumulated in childhood gradually fade away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks, jiaozi and lucky money, nor do we expect to grow up by one year and gain more knowledge 10%. The Spring Festival is not so much the happiest time as people suddenly realize that age is getting older and responsibility is at a critical juncture. Give a general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write a nostalgic article, which has long lost its elegance. Like a host, talk about this year's major events, feel the past and present, think about the future, just to win the praise of supporters and applaud. If I deceive myself, maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day in 365 days of the year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial speculation into it, which makes it particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, restrain that kind of expectation and agitation, and get some subtle satisfaction outside the programs of eating, drinking, visiting relatives and friends. Once, the Spring Festival left me many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel this festive and grand festival as I did in the past. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps because of their respective personalities and interests. No matter how various media play up the bombing, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. Compared with ordinary days, I am much more helpless, tired and heavy. Parents will go, relatives and friends will go, and colleagues will also go when they meet. Matter is always nothing more than eating and drinking. The cliches of congratulations on getting rich, happy New Year and good luck are uncomfortable, but they have to be repeated over and over again. Shopping, solve riddles on the lanterns, gifts, treat, year after year. People are like a top, which whips them around and doesn't even know where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we have to try our best to make ourselves as excited as children, watching the endless evening party and listening to others' laughter, but what we feel is our sleepy eyes, disappointed mood and hungry stomach. I'd rather go to bed at ten o'clock, read for a while, or play cards with my friends as usual. I always feel that on this happy day, I have no interest at all, and even always have a good appetite. Tradition, culture, history and customs are all man-made products and formulated by our ancestors. We keep copying from generation to generation, evolution makes them brilliant, and network propaganda makes them soar and mutate. It finally restricts ourselves and violates the basic human nature-people long for freedom and happiness. Spring Festival travel rush can be said to be the clearest mirror, from which everyone can see such a tired and negative face. Even a trace of joy. Yes, we are old and feel the vicissitudes of the world. This year's Spring Festival is copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart, and the rest may be something that can be called beautiful, but once? There is no place for us there. Is illusory. I have to repeat it when I know it is false, and I have to write articles to coax pedestrians and children. Not getting old, I'm afraid it's just childhood innocence. This is a charming night on New Year's Eve. Looking up at the sky, the sky is like a calm sea, and the deep blue sky is more quiet. The bright moon is dotted with this vast sky, so big and so bright. The afterglow of the moon spilled down, and a silvery white light cast a mysterious veil on the earth. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence of the sky. Then, countless colorful flowers fell from the sky, beautiful beyond description. They are fireworks. Then, one by one, they opened them and looked at the fireworks. I can't help but daydream: fireworks light up myself, bringing infinite joy, light and longing to people, and he is about to die. At the moment when he lit himself up, he just wanted to light people's hearts with his short-lived glory, just wanting to be really brilliant once. Isn't life like this? Another voice pulled me back from my fantasy. At this time, everyone has started to set off firecrackers. The voices are getting louder and louder, as if there is a game going on. Fireworks continue to bloom, firecrackers continue to ring, and all kinds of sounds are mixed and intertwined to form a gentle symphony, as if welcoming the arrival of this new year. In this night full of flames, I silently made a wish-to be a fireworks, I.