"my botanical friend" written by a third grader, written in the simplest of words, "love and tenderness" in all the lines. This is the first good part of the next book. It's worth reading
Many parents say that children write “beautiful, beautiful” and that they can't write character and content. In fact, it's a high-point essay that takes the characteristics, writes the details and expresses the truth。
Today, you've got the first module of the third grade book, "my plant friend" writing skills
Writing skills
Catch characteristics: each plant has a unique appearance and character
2. Description of details: writing of appearance, colour, touch, smell
3. Truth: write the reasons why you like it
Mind map:
My botanical friend van man:
Cactus
There's a special friend on my window table - a cactus. It doesn't have beautiful flowers or soft leaves, but it makes me like it. The cactus looks funny. It's all green, and it's a squirm, and it's chubby, like folding little palms. The most special is the thorns on its body, which are thin and sharp, and shine in the sun. Mom told me that these pricks are actually its leaves that can help it hold water in dry places. Every time i water it, i have to hold my breath, and i'm afraid i'll be shocked by this little hedgehog。
It's also a “hard little warrior”. One time i forgot to water it, and it took so many days to think about it, to go to the windowsill -- it's still holding on to the drums. Just a few days ago, a small yellow flower appeared on its head, with a yellow petal surrounded by a small sun, luminously glowing on a green poncho, like a little medal other than the collar。
This friend didn't talk, but taught me a lot. It tells me that true beauty does not only shine on the surface, but also on the surface and on the face。
The windowsill is alive because of it, and my heart is strong because of it. This is my botanical friend, a little hero growing silent and full of stories。
My botanical friend fan ii:
Characteristics: cute and resilient
My botanical friend is a bowl of meat that looks so cute, so strong that it doesn't need careful care and can grow in silence。
I live on my window table with this quiet and lovely friend. It has no rose, nor the fragrance of radiant roses, but it enters my heart silently in the face of fatness。
A layer of fleshed leaves piled up and sprung up like a flower that never fades. Each leaf is thick, groaning, gliding, gently touching, as if it felt water and power hidden in it. The most moving color is its colour: its heart is green and green, and its lobes are tumbled with light powder, like a light kiss by a spring wind, and like a red faint when the child is shy. The first thing i do when i go home from school every day is run to the window. I'll pick up the little canteen, and i'll carefully spray it with a few drops of water, and the beads fall on the leaves and roll around like a bright little pearl. Mother often said that meat was the strongest of the bravest men, not picking on the environment, not grumbling on water, and being left unattended。
Once, our whole family went out for a dozen days. I've been worried all the way: will the meat die of thirst? The moment i pushed the door open, i was surprised to find that it was still in the flowerpot, and the leaves were still full and full of spirit。
I was suddenly touched by this little life. It does not give up its growth without seeing, and it does not speak, but it secretly teaches me to be strong。
This is my botanical friend, normal, quiet, but with the most impressive power。
My botanical friend, fan man:
Characteristics: early flowering, bravery, emissaries
My botanical friend is a spring flower, the first flower to bloom in spring, and the first to tell you that spring is coming。
And when the cold wind has not yet receded, and when the flowers are still asleep, and the spring flowers have come to the earth with a golden body. It's a spring messenger and my favorite botanical friend。
The flowering branch is long and soft, and naturally falls, like the long hair of a girl. There is not yet a green leaf on the branch, and a small yellow flower is already dying to bloom. Four thin petals surrounded by flowers, and were squeezed into a chain that looked like little gold bells full of branches, a blow, a shake, as if they were singing spring songs。
And i crouched down, and i smelled, and i came down with a light fragrance. The scent is not strong, it is clear and clear, and it is wet with clay, and it hides the tenderness of spring。
Mom told me the bravest. And when the weather is cold, other flowers strangle in the branches, but they shine in the wind, and they shine the brightest colour, and tell everyone that winter is gone and spring comes。
Look at this gold and i'm warm. Little spring flowers, no gorgeous appearances, no attractive fragrances, but with the most dedicated openness, a whole spring。
This is my botanical friend, plain, strong and hopeful。
My botanical friend fan man iv:
