My essay on paradise (1):
I have a paradise. It is not as prosperous as a city, nor as magnificent as a palace. It's just a regular room.
My paradise is very tidy, with a bed and a small bookcase next to the bed, which contains a few books that I read; there is a desk on the right side of the bed with a small alarm clock on it; to remind you of it all the time. I have to hurry. At the very back of the room is a large cupboard, which contains not only extracurricular books, but also many toys. Whenever friends come over to play at my house, I bring out lots of toys to play with.
Paradise gave me confidence and pushed me to work hard. I remember that before the final exam, every evening, the lights were brightly lit in heaven, and there were piles of Chinese, math, and English review materials, and my exercise notes were left. In the end, thehard work paid off and I achieved excellent results.
At the same time, Paradise is also my gas station when I fail. That time, I lost the election of class executives, which was a hard blow for me who was already sure of winning. I lowered my head and returned to my paradise dejectedly, lying on the bed frustrated. At that time, I saw the book "Love Education" in the small library and thought that the protagonist of the story was seriously ill but still insisted on writing and finally succeeded . But when I encountered a small setback, I became depressed. Compared to his pain, what was mine? So every day I start from small things and strictly demand myself. After a while, I gained the trust of my classmates.
Maybe in the eyes of others, it's just an ordinary room. But for me, it's a personal place, so it's my paradise!
Compositiontion My paradise (2):
My paradise is a vegetable garden behind the building.
This vegetable garden is cultivated by 24 families. Spring has come and the place is covered with grass. The adults cleared the weeds and threw them into the fire. The weeds underground were gone and we felt very happy. Then the adults began to plow the land and apply fertilizer. Sow the seeds - soon the ground will be green.
Summer is here, and the vegetable patch has transformed into a garden. Cucumbers, loofahs, eggplants and beans are all in bloom, butterflies are flying and bees are collecting nectar. The land was dry, so we carried water to irrigate the fields. We were very tired, but our hearts were soft because the harvest was about to begin.
Autumn is here and the vegetable garden is full of fruit. Cucumbers are thick and long, pumpkins are big and round, pOvens look like lanterns and eggplants wear big purple dresses - we pick them and not only eat them ourselves, but also give them to others.
It's my paradise, I hope next year's vegetable garden will be more beautiful!
My heavenly composition (3):
Entering Chengguan Primary School, it is a beautiful garden with green grass, red flowers and trees greens. The playground, track and ball stand are places for exercise and relaxation. Newspapers on blackboards, long columns and classrooms are palaces of learning knowledge.
I am very happy to learn and grow here. I'm very happy, I have my corner of "paradise" here.
Behind my classroom teaching building is our school's small playground. There are four ping-pong tables. The tables, lined up in a row, are all made of cement. Although some coiEven if they are damaged, they remain our favorites. During recess or gym class, the place is always crowded. Look! The two players played so hard that the ball flew onto the table, and there was thunderous applause. Every time, I am always the happiest, whether playing or watching football. The class bell rang and the students reluctantly left the table. It was time to let them rest.
About thirty meters from the table, there is a long jump bunker. It is a large rectangular bunker approximately 5 meters long and 2 meters wide. In front of the springboard, there are several trees lined up. They looked like serious referees watching the game and hard-working volunteers holding up green umbrellas for the young athletes. On a sunny day, if you jump into the sandbox, a puff of fine ash will rise. If it rains, the sand will be washed away. Yous won't be able to help but take a handful of sand and let it slide gently from the palm of your hand.
The sandbox, the table and the trees here are all my good friends. It's my favorite "paradise".