Taolin's cabin rewrote the composition of 350 words.

1. The composition of the third grade of primary school was rewritten in the hut in Taolin. 100 words of "the hut on the prairie" is written by Roland.

Inges. Wilder

I think the Roland family is so happy, and I really want to be one of them. In this article, my parents took Roland, who was less than 7 years old, and her sisters Mary and Bao Xiao Pauline to leave the forest in Wisconsin in a caravan. They passed Minnesota, Iowa and Missouri, crossed the frozen lake, crossed the rapids, climbed the cliffs and reached the Kansa Prairie.

They built a log cabin and settled near Independence Town. Dad reclaimed wasteland to hunt, and the family resisted the attack of wolves, escaped the fire in the grassland, and survived the fever in "Do or die" ... Because the Indian reservation was not open to settled immigrants at that time, they had to choose to leave.

What moved me most was the scene where the chimney caught fire. That afternoon, the north wind roared and the weather was cold. Mother called Mary and Roland into the house and made a fire.

Suddenly, the top of the chimney caught fire, and a big burning stick rolled under Mary's skirt. Mary was too scared to move.

At this time, Roland didn't even think about it, grabbed the back of the chair, pulled the heavy rocking chair away with all his strength, and then threw the burning stick back to the fireplace. I think Roland is really brave.

In life, we may encounter such difficulties as Roland and others. We should face it bravely and work hard to solve it, and life will be beautiful.

2. Continue the composition of "Cabin in the Big Forest" 600 "Cabin in the Big Forest" reading notes 600 words.

Roland and I —— Thoughts on Reading The Cabin in the Big Forest

The Cabin in the Big Forest is the first book in the series of Cabin. If you want to understand this set of books, you should start with the author of this set of books-Roland Inges Wilder.

Roland was born in central America. She has been moving around with her parents since she was two years old. Before she 13 years old, she had been to the forests of Wisconsin and the prairies of Kansas ... Roland was the second child in this family, with her sister Mary, her sister Linlin, Grace and her younger brother Federico. Mary was blinded by scarlet fever when she was fourteen, and Frederick died when she was nine months old. The misfortunes of my sister and brother, as well as the hardships of expanding territory, made Roland grow from an innocent little girl to a strong and brave girl.

The series of Cabin is Roland's autobiography, and the protagonist in the book is the embodiment of the real Roland. In the book, Roland observes every bit of life with the innocent eyes of a little girl. Sika deer and lazy bear in the big forest; Snowflakes in winter, green buds on trees in spring, warm fire in the cabin, delicious snacks cooked by mom and melodious piano music by dad are all Roland's sweetest childhood memories.

I suddenly thought of myself from Roland, not similar, but different. Because she is a child of a pioneer family, and we, born in peacetime, have whatever we want, and have no worries about food, clothing, housing and transportation. What about Roland's time? Live in a humble hut. When the cold winter comes, there will be wind in the corner of the hut. If the winter food runs out and the firewood for the fire burns out, dad can only go hunting and chopping wood in the cold forest. Moreover, wolves and bears are both threats to their safety. Dad is the only man in their family, so Roland became his right-hand man. Help dad pile hay, help dad rub hay sticks, help mom wash vegetables and cook ... as long as Roland can help, Roland will do his best. If it is now, we can't help mom and dad do this and that!

After reading The Cabin in the Big Forest, I read Roland's concern and love for his sister. Read the love between father and son, mother and daughter are deeply attached. After reading this book, I am moved, happy and admired ... mixed together, which makes people slowly aftertaste.

At the beginning of lesson 22, write a 200-word essay on picking peaches from Lisan Road. Every time I go home, I can always see a wooden sign standing on the side of the road, which says, "Pick peaches yourself." How interesting! Finally one day, I decided to find out.

Not far from the road, a peach grove and a log cabin appeared. Approaching the hut, I saw a wooden table in front of the house with several bamboo baskets on it and a piece of paper under it, which read:

"Friend, welcome! Each basket of peaches is five yuan, although you pick it yourself and put the money in the box next to the exit. Have a nice day! " At this moment, a little dog ran out of the house and looked at me kindly.

I said, "Hey, little guy, do you want to go to Taolin?" The puppy barked twice and ran to Taolin.

I followed the dog into the peach grove, and a refreshing smell came to my face.

I am immersed in the joy of picking fruits by myself. Soon, two baskets were filled with sweet and fragrant peaches. I followed the dog back with a heavy basket.

After carefully packing the peaches, I took out my wallet and found a big cat lying next to the cash box. "Can it count money?" I thought, "Maybe."

Just as he was about to leave, someone walked into Taolin in high spirits. At this time, I discovered that the owner of the orchard was burying his head in road construction at the edge of Taolin.

After a long walk, I couldn't help looking back and staring at the orchard and hut for a long time. ...

Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden can be described as a fairyland on earth, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and people live in harmony with nature, making people forget everything. However, I also have a peach blossom garden in my heart. I left the hustle and bustle of the city briefly and came to this fairyland in my mind alone.

There is a platform on the top floor of grandma's house. At first, it was empty and looked desolate, but there were always some unwilling lonely people who graced the platform. Now the platform is full of flowers and plants, and careful people have built a glass hut for them. Inadvertently broke into this vibrant world, I fell in love with it.

Every day after school, I will go there to report and enjoy the comfort brought by this world. My nervous and tired body and mind will be relieved here. Smelling the fresh air, I suddenly feel that life is like this, doing the same thing every day, repeating the same rhythm, and gradually getting used to what I don't like but have to do. Look at those vibrant plants, simple and colorful life, no noise and noise of the city, no intrigue between people, let alone running around to make a living. In fact, simplicity is also a kind of beauty.

In summer, the deep bamboo forest is full of vitality, and the dense grassland covers the earth like a carpet. The mountains in the distance are faintly visible, and a clear stream flows quietly.

This is a remote, fresh and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a low thatched cottage by the stream. There are two elderly couples sitting in the room who have just finished drinking. They are slightly drunk and joking in Wu language. I just heard the old man say, "It's a wonderful life today. We have enough food and clothes to support our life." The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, we have three sons. The boss and the second child are filial, and the third child is smart! " Then he looked at his three sons outside the house.

Although it is hot in summer, as the eldest son, the boss is still weeding in the bean field east of the stream; The second son is still young, but he is also idle, weaving cages for chickens; The third son is the youngest. He lay by the stream of water for a while, and then he peeled the lotus. His naughty appearance is very pleasing.

What a harmonious and happy family this is!

In a remote village, there is a low thatched house and a happy family of five lives. The back of the thatched cottage is covered with green bamboo, and in front of it is a crystal clear stream with many lotus flowers flowing, and the bank of the stream is covered with green grass.

An old white-haired couple are sitting affectionately under a tree, chatting while drinking.

Grandpa said, "Our three sons are very good and filial."

"Old man, we can enjoy the rest of our lives!" Grandma said with a smile.

"What do you think of this year's harvest?"

"If the weather is fine this year, we won't have to worry about food."

"God bless us and give us three lovely sons. What are you worried about? " ……

Their eldest son is weeding in the hot sun in the bean field by the stream; The second son is ingenious and skillfully weaves a chicken coop at home. Sweat dripped down his cheeks, but he smiled happily at the thought of a comfortable chicken nest. The most interesting thing is the third son, who wears two croissants and has a strand of bangs on his forehead. He playfully picked a big lotus from the stream, threw it on the grass, and slowly tasted the fragrant and tender lotus seeds. Humming a little song in his mouth, shaking his head from time to time, and his cocked legs kept swinging up and down. I'm so happy.

The old couple saw all this and felt unspeakable joy in their hearts. Although it is a village house, it is like a paradise!

6. Peach blossom composition is 300-350 words.

Today, my mother's unit held a flower show, and my father and I also actively participated in this activity. When I arrived at the park, a faint fragrance introduced me to the peach blossom garden.

That beautiful pink peach blossom is really dazzling. The peach blossom is sleeping on the branch, and this peach blossom is talking to a small butterfly beside it. The peach blossom is like a crimson cloud; This peach tree and peach blossom are singing "sand, sand, sand ..."

Looking and listening, we seem to be the beautiful peach blossoms, dancing with butterflies; Tell the bees about the wonderful dreams of last night and sing with the birds and the wind; Dress yourself up with clouds and let the bright sunshine think you are the most beautiful ... but it won't last long. Just then, the sky thundered and it rained cats and dogs. Suddenly, a flash of lightning came at me, and I woke up with a beep. It turned out that my father patted me on the shoulder, and I was relieved. Luckily, I was daydreaming just now ...

In the afternoon, I reluctantly left the Peach Blossom Garden that left me with a "thrilling story".

7. A sunny day. Du Fu got up early in the morning. Today, the great poet Du Fu is in a particularly good mood. Suddenly, he had an idea: "People say that Huang Si's family is in bloom, and I must go and see it today." So he walked alone by the river and walked happily to Huang Si's maiden.

When he arrived at Huang Si's maiden, he secretly admired: What a lot of flowers! It can really be said that this is a world of flowers and an ocean of flowers. The path is covered with dense flowers. Colorful flowers are particularly beautiful, white as snow, red as chardonnay and yellow as gold. ...

Flowers are as big as bowls, bending branches, and small flowers are in bud like beans.

When the breeze blows, the flowers smell sweet. Among the flowers, butterflies danced and refused to leave for a long time.

Beautiful, beautiful little orioles are singing sweet songs on the branches, and they are still jumping happily on the branches.

Du Fu saw this beautiful scenery and said to himself, "The flowers of Huang Si's maiden really live up to their reputation. It's beautiful. "

So he immediately wrote the poem "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River":

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers bent the branches.

Butterflies have been dancing,

Charming songbirds sing freely.

8. Writing a composition Curious cabin The bell just rang in the second class. Teacher Yang, who teaches our science class, hurried into the classroom with a big box in his hand.

The students all looked at the big box with excitement and curiosity, wondering what treasures were in it. Teacher Yang smiled and said to everyone, "Today we are going to have a model airplane class."

He opened the box, which was filled with all kinds of model airplane materials. Teacher Yang asked us to open the package first, and then began to assemble: the propeller, fuselage and hook connected by rubber bands were combined into a model helicopter.

The model airplane is ready, and it's time to show off! Under the leadership of Teacher Yang, the students rushed to the playground like happy birds. The students lined up and flew one by one.

I gently turned the propeller back a hundred times to prepare for the test flight. Finally, it was my turn. I held the fuselage in my left hand and the pole in my right hand, only to hear the teacher say, "fly!" " "I let go, the helicopter flew.

Like a disobedient child. It flew a little high and began to fall. It also kissed my face. Just when I thought it was going to land in despair, it flew tenaciously again, reaching nearly four stories high and almost flying over the campus wall.

This interesting scene made the students laugh. Unconsciously, the * * * of the exercise rang.

The students reluctantly left the playground with their beloved model planes.

9. Rewrite 350 words of "Mountain Walk" composition [Rewrite 350 words of "Mountain Walk" composition] One day in late autumn, Du Mu drove a carriage up the mountain along a winding path paved with stones and rewritten 350 words of "Mountain Walk" composition.

Along the way, four lively and lovely squirrels held a long jump competition together, several birds flew freely in the sky, and dogs barked from time to time in the distance. Come to the foot of the mountain, look up, the peaks rise and fall, towering into the sky. Halfway up the mountain, there are several families. Du Mu thought: This is really a fairyland on earth!

When he walked up the hill, he found that the plants were yellow and lifeless, and there was a little coolness. At this time, a mass of red things attracted him. He quickly got off the bus and found that it was a maple forest. Maple leaves are so warm and charming that they are more dazzling than spring flowers. At this time, Du Mu, a great poet, seemed to be in a red ocean, and wrote "Rewriting 350 words of Mountain Walk" in the third grade of primary school.

Looking at this beautiful scenery, Du Mu's poetry is full of emotion, and he can't help chanting: The stone path of Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Wu Ruijie, Grade Three, Wuxi Ai Wu Primary School, Wuxi, Jiangsu