文具盒的赞美_500字500字

文具盒的赞美_500字

500字 六年级

啊,我赞美你,文具盒!

我赞美你的包容,你把那些文具统统保护在你的肚子里,就像鸬鹚一般,为了自己的孩子把小鱼含在嘴里。每个文具都不会受到你的排挤,你好好的保护着每一个文具,有多少文具,你就保护多少,直到自己的肚子装满为止。你为了保护这些文具而挺着大肚子,却在狭小的书包里和书本挤来挤去。而你却处处让着书本,在一个刚刚能容得下身的地方随遇而安。我知道,你是因为你知道书本和文具是小主人不可缺少的伙伴,所以你一直尽自己的最大能力而让书本和文具变得完好,让主人最佳的使用它们,从而拿到最好的成绩。所以,我赞美你。

我赞美你的吃苦耐劳,那些锋利的笔尖和尖利的尺子,无情的扎着你。我知道你十分的痛苦,你却一声不吭地继续执行主人交给自己的任务,完成作为一个文具盒的使命。当不听话的水笔,油笔和钢笔炫耀它们肚子中的“墨水”有多么的多时,却把你弄的身上沾满了肮脏的,恶心的,黏糊糊的墨水的时候,你却为了让别的文具保持干净并能够帮助主人完成作业,从而用自己的身躯将墨水吸入自己的身体。当主人十分生气,并将你扔在地上的时候,你只想着文具的安全,保护着文具的安全,但不顾惜自己的痛苦,一声不吭,任劳任怨,从不离岗。

啊,我赞美你,赞美你的包容,赞美你的无私!

六年级:胡松涛

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The essay_2000字

1200字以上 六年级

How long has it, there is no such a person walked, with a lonely heart, close to the almost deserted soul. From the sea, the shuttle, the star was not found heart like air becometransparent.

Hand tighten the reins of heart, let it slow running pace, moving slowly in this rich night, enjoy the natural and comfortable this long. Everything is so quiet, every beating heart then yiqiyifu,like in the story of their dream, their happiness, and I feel the sense of ease.

Tonight the wind disappear conceal traces, there are too many feelings can not afford, escapemay not be a way out. But, I can escape? The night sky Wanli, Haramatsu Shiro month has become distant those dark clouds, peep all emotion this earth still exist. And I, already in the dayin high school, split the soul, out of all the feelings, and not a trace of nostalgia aside, abandon.This, that is to say, I will not be your emotions, there will be no so-called helpless, my everything,had broken into a bubble, never sticky spell.

A few degrees of tears, steamed into missing, a dim view, wet memory, the residue in the heartside forget, forget yourself. The future, no time to think, time has been urging me to set sail, just do not know, I again the where? Years, seems to have experienced the vicissitudes of life, but Ihave at this time no direction, thrashing. This leaves me wandering no boat face high thischoppy waters has put the rusty anchor, because at the helm without heart, just like mechanicalgrowth, chasing buckish bubble like bizarre.

I conclude with the heart, in the middle school on the road to write a hurry, forget a pacifying mypanic heart, then push me again. In order to let the insignificant dream bloom, so the exhausted heart again sails up, to go far away. The number of traps, the number of injured, how helpless,how much pain. Much of the night, a person lick inhibition at the wound, still climbing in themountain peaks to university, broken wings still stubborn with feet to measure this dream.

There is no time to enjoy the scenery on both sides, in the absence of energy gradually or run,only occasionally fantasy clouds in the end of the heaven. This is the so-called "three"? Justthree trance feel like a dream, the dream life, more do not know in the end the dream awakes,whether I still remember the feeling of gratitude.

This transient daydream, let my fear heart slightly flat, wry smile that summer was increasinglydull autumn. The spirit of the sky as a soft light, through the dim night, sent bursts of cool, gentle and the line of sight, this feeling. He had such as blood Mou class eyes, hearts with this idea:

"Even if the depression, also toward the sun!"

六年级:【沉默、闷骚】

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