Everyone, there is a room for their own, I am no exception. My room has walls, windows, bed, pillow, and desk, bookcase and. Of course, there's a baby - like the Pearl River Piano, finish the homework every day, I will sit on the stool practice half an hour.
There's a secret in my room that you can't guess. Guess what, what is it? As a matter of fact, my room has two floors, and there is a push door beside the bookcase. Open the door, wow, and staircase, and go up to the platform. This is my little pet - Rabbit white. I have a sunny place, mine mother planted flowers, green onion, Dad cactus.
Sometimes, I wish my room had wings, so that it could fly to the sky, look at the white clouds, feel the white clouds, and try the taste of white clouds, like cotton candy.
I also hope that everything in my room is made of food. Your homework is hungry, you can chew on the desk; like sugar, you can lick the wall; hungry you sleep at night, can you just bite the pillow to chew in any case what does not matter, because all of the food.
Of course, I hope that my room long wheel, so that I can open a house car, ran to the river Yachun home to a good friend. She will be surprised. But I just smiled: "Hey, don't tell you how I dragged my room to your home."
But from dream, back to reality, my most favorite room, or my room, an ordinary little girl's room. At noon, after dinner, I will take a quiet lunch break in my room; in the afternoon, after school, I will do my homework in front of the desk. Father and mother often come to my room to help me with my homework. In the evening, I lie in my little bed and go to sleep. In the morning, a ray of sunshine comes into my room and sprinkles on my cozy little bed.
如果,我的家乡在沙漠,在那儿一定有一望无垠的沙子,而挂在天边的那一轮红日照射出的红光洒在沙漠上,如同给茫茫沙漠铺上了一层红纱。
在沙漠,骆驼便成为特有的交通工具。从骆驼鼻中喷出的气息让人感到热浪袭面而来。
当一团火球划破黑夜,使得那辽无边际的黑夜渐渐被火球所吞没,我们便迎来了早晨。“早起的鸟儿有虫吃”这句话驱使着我们早早地骑上了骆驼,还可以听见那划破寂静的蹄声,夹杂着“叮铃铃,铃叮叮”,由重到轻,越来越轻脆的铃铛声。不久后,我们来到了一座小山丘的脊背上,观赏着冉冉升起的太阳,微风抚起,听风刮过沙子的声音,“沙沙沙”,时而如一首缓慢的钢琴曲,时而如一首轻捷的'小提琴曲,又时而如一首清脆的古筝曲。这壮阔的美景,让我沉醉。
站在沙漠里,我会沐浴着阳光,金黄色的光照射在脸上、身上、脚上。全身的毛孔都因在这一刻舒张开了。
中午,太阳高照。它热情地好似一把火,想要把整个沙漠都烤起来随它一起舞蹈。这时,我们站在沙漠上,如同热锅上的蚂蚁,感受着脚底传来的热量。气温特别高,骆驼好像也受不了。起先,它是低下了头,轻轻地“哞哞”了几声,仿佛在提醒主人:“主人啊!太热了,我们回去吧!”后来,骆驼们见主人没反应,便开始原地行走,以求在抬腿的瞬间,得到一时的凉快,地上扬起了一层沙。骆驼受不住这样的热浪,抬起头,面朝着天,高声地“哞哞”似乎在催促它的主人。
时间一点一滴地过去,太阳缓缓地朝西边落下,应了那句诗:“天边大雁披残霞”。我们也相继骑上了骆驼,排成一条整齐有序的骆驼队,缓缓地离去。翻过了山丘,只留下了时断时续,由近到远的风铃声,和整齐不紊的脚步声,还有那一浅一深的脚印,如同那皮影戏的剪影。
假如我的家乡在沙漠,那里一定没有残酷的龙卷风,令人骇闻的沙尘暴,只有那照射大地的太阳和满天星的夜空。
我的家乡在山西,那是一个既遥远又美丽的地方。说它遥远,是因为要坐14个小时的火车才能到,说它美丽,是因为那里山清水秀,物产丰富。
我的家乡有许多有名的地方,五台山就人人皆知,虽然比不上华山那么高大雄伟,可是却拥有千百年的历史传奇,站在山顶上,迎面吹来凉爽的风,令人心旷神怡。
山西还有很多有名的特产,有麻花、馒头,肉加馍,饼子都特别好吃,到哪都很受欢迎,山西还有一道有名的地道菜,就是凉皮,在山西,凉皮是最普通,也是最好吃的东西,只要饿了,随时都能吃到。
我每年春节才能回一次山西,每年山西都有很大的`变化,回去的时候我总是依依不舍。
我爱我的家乡,希望它变的越来越繁华。
假如我的家乡在沙漠,那里,一定有一眼望不尽的沙子,一眼金黄不到尽头。我会每天骑着骆驼,观赏沙漠的无边光景。
早晨,我会骑着骆驼出去漫步,看着那冉冉升起的太阳,抚着那照在沙漠上的一轮红光,感受那缓缓而来的新的一天,心中燃起憧憬和向往。倾听,风刮过沙子的声音,“沙沙沙、沙沙沙”,时而,如一首低沉的大提琴曲,时而,如一首悠扬的小提琴曲,又时而,如一首古雅的古筝曲。
站在沙漠里,我会抓一把,金闪闪的沙子,放到手心,似乎,浅了它的,金色光芒;用手指捏一捏,细腻而又粘稠,再让它慢慢的从指缝间滑落,随着时间缓缓地流逝。
中午,太阳热情得好像一把火,照亮了整个沙漠,也溶化了我的心。沙子闪亮闪亮的发着金灿灿的光芒,茫茫的沙漠,仿佛一块凹凸不平的金子,又像一块极不平整的布。
这时,我会躲到沙漠绿洲的大树下,避开那热情的太阳,哼着小曲,尽情地享受绿洲带给我的清凉。聆听着,天边传来一阵阵,清脆又悦耳的“叮当叮、叮当叮”的声音,仿佛,一遍又一遍地演奏着《梦驼铃》,“何处传来驼铃声,声声敲心坎……”。
大漠残霞落,天边落日圆,抬头,远眺,天边走来一队跋涉的骆驼,骆驼的蹄子卷起,阵阵沙子,那卷起的,不只是沙子,而是那一路的,奔波和劳累。天边归雁披残霞,被沙尘蒙上了一层朦胧的面纱,但酱紫的天还是透了出来,照亮了片片残影,还有那长长的跋涉的脚印。
骆驼向绿洲靠近,慢慢停了下来。它们有的在喝水,有的在小睡,有的在欣赏倒映在水里的影子,还有的骆驼在漫步,我骑上骆驼,继续前行。
夕阳,笼罩着残霞、沙漠、骆驼,还有骑在驼背上的我!
Everyone has a familiar place in his life, such as parks, supermarkets, and their own rooms. Of all, my most familiar is my room.
The door is west, and there are two windows on both sides of the door. They are "North Window" and "south window". Opposite the doorway is a small balcony, there is a small wardrobe in the balcony, with my clothes when I was a child. My bed is toward the south window, the bed is neatly placed with pillows and quilts. My computer desk faces the North window. There is a regular computer on the computer desk. As soon as I got into the room, I saw my favorite, the computer, and an eye light. Northeast corner is an unusual desk. There are many books on the table. There are dictionaries, books borrowed in the library, encyclopedia books bought by ourselves, and snacks: egg rolls, candy, and my favorite large bottle of coke. The southeastern corner is my wardrobe, with school uniforms, clothes, socks and underpants in the wardrobe. Also with bed sheets, quilt towel. There was an almost useless old TV on the cupboard. There is a DVD player on the TV. In the southwest, it's a big wardrobe for mom and dad. Beside the wardrobe, it was a dresser. I had a photo of my childhood on the platform. It was very lovely.
This is my room, is it beautiful? You are welcome to visit my colorful room.
春天,眼却慢慢地飞,花草慢慢地张,春水慢慢地融,慢慢地流进人们充满希望的心间。
屋檐下的新燕筑起巢,生下了小燕,叽叽喳喳不厌其烦地叫上一整天。黄昏时,大燕子慢慢地、轻盈地飞出巢去找食,摆着修长浓墨般得剪尾,优雅的归来喂食。一夜之间,田埂上便冒出一些笑话,在春风的抚摸下舒服的摇晃着身子,慢慢地,变长得亭亭玉立,让人不得不停下匆忙的脚步去欣赏好一会儿。河边杨柳也泛起了绿色,无缝式,想一卷凝固的水墨图;起风时,柳条的身姿便婀娜起来,柳叶揽镜自照,冰冻的睡眠,消融了凝结一冬的冰雪,“滴答滴答”融化的声音湿润了春日的笑靥,融化了的碧水慢慢地流,环着青砖黛瓦的村落,村子里一户户人家,升起袅袅的炊烟,慢慢消失在云端。人们看着大片大片的油菜花慢慢的上扬起嘴角,想,春天到了。
夏天,太阳慢慢地烘烤着炽热的大地,蓬勃的树木轻轻摇晃着枝丫,孩子们在冰凉的河水中戏耍,水煮溅在他们天真的面庞,又慢慢地滑回河水。
太阳让白昼更炎热,更明亮,照的水泥路慢慢升腾起烟雾。他让树木邀请人们去乘凉,让孩子跳进小河打起了水仗,让奶奶的蒲扇在男孩女孩的童年时光里愈发清晰,蒲扇摇出的风在他们的`记忆中更加清爽,摇醒了他们关于那些下夏夜的痕迹。
秋天稻子麦子慢慢的成熟,人们慢慢收收割,蜻蜓慢慢煽动翅膀停歇在稻梗上,大雁排成整齐的队伍慢慢飞过头顶,微弱的蝉鸣慢慢没了声音,昭告我们秋天来了。
厚重的金黄压得农民直不起腰,沉重的果子坠在枝头。秋天的一切都变成沉甸甸的颜色。黄昏洒下余晖,镀在落叶铺成的小道上,红蜻蜓压弯了麦梗,镶在了那轮巨大的落日中,成为一幅绚烂的画。
冬天的白色慢慢的落,慢慢地将地平线涂成圣洁的颜色,所有的声音都被销匿。
我的家乡在蜗牛背上,慢慢带着人们驶向远方。
我的家乡在麻城的一个美丽的小村庄里,那里有一排排整齐的瓦房,有一条条弯弯曲曲的小路,有遍地的野花,有美丽的田野……山清水秀、鸟语花香。美极了!
春天,当百花盛开时,美丽的村庄充满生机,到处一片绿色,美丽极了!大地苏醒了,批上了绿色的衣服,草绿绿的,花婀娜多姿,一切是那么地生机勃勃。
夏天,百花盛开时,美丽的村庄就像一个漂亮的花园。草儿给大地披上了绿色的龙袍,花儿在上面点缀美丽,阳光照射在树梢上,苍松戴上了凤冠,蝴蝶在旁边飞舞。啊!一切是那么地美。
秋天,当小草枯萎时,美丽的村庄可爱无比,秋高气爽,天高云淡,菊花非常美,有红色的、有黄色的,有金色的。桂花虽然很小,但是因为它的多,所以变得很香很香。农民辛勤的汗水也得到了回报,好一个丰收的秋天呀!
冬天当百花凋谢时,美丽的村庄特别的白,学校那金灿灿的文庙,变得白色的了,我们小朋友在雪的新被上踏上我们的小脚印,在自己家门前,滚下一个大雪球,再做一个小雪球当头,两个小豆当眼睛,胡萝卜当鼻子,再往鼻子下点一下当嘴巴,一个雪人做好了,小朋友们在雪地里玩耍着,笑声四处回荡。
啊!美丽的家乡,我爱你。
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