1. Swinging on the swing, looking at pictures and writing stories, Grade 2
One spring morning, the sun was shining brightly, Xiao Hong and Xiao Ming went to the park to play.
The park is so beautiful! The flowers in the flower bed are all in bloom, a clump here and a clump there, swaying in the wind and blooming happily. Look, the red ones, the golden ones, the lavender ones... they are so colorful. The big trees have sprouted green leaves, exuding vitality.
At this time, Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong saw a swing hanging from the tree. Xiao Ming said happily: "Xiao Hong, let's go play on the swing!" They ran over quickly. Xiao Hong sat on the swing and stood up slowly, holding the rope tightly with both hands. Xiao Ming pushed the swing, and the swing slowly started to swing. Xiaohong sat on it, very happy, and her laughter like silver bells spread throughout the park. The flowers nodded and smiled in the wind.
Swing and swing, the swing gets higher and higher. Just when they were having fun, two cute little birds flew over and chirped around them, as if to say: "Be careful, don't fall!" The two children also said gratefully to the children. The bird said: "Thank you, dear bird, we will be careful!"
The sun gradually turned westward, and the two children went home in a happy mood.
2. Second graders looked at pictures and wrote words on the swing
On a sunny morning, Xiaohong and her brother walked briskly to the park to play.
They came to the park, yo! The park is so beautiful. The grass is green, soft, like velvet. The grass is full of colorful flowers, including red, white, and yellow. The branches have tender green buds. Father-in-law the sun was also very happy, spreading golden sunshine to every corner of the park.
My brother and Xiao Hong came to the swing. My brother asked Xiao Hong to sit on the swing. My brother pushed the swing next to him. The swings swung one after another. The swings got higher and higher. Xiao Hong was happy. It was so great that it burst into laughter like silver bells from time to time. The birds on the tree heard their laughter and flew over to join in the fun, spinning around and refusing to leave.
Father Sun saw it and laughed happily. 3. Swing on the swing, look at pictures, talk and write
On a bright spring morning, the sky was blue. The sun is smiling sweetly on the horizon. The park is filled with all kinds of beautiful flowers. The trees are covered with dense and green branches and leaves.
Under the tree, there was a little sister sitting on the swing, holding two ropes tightly with both hands. Her brother pushed hard from the side. The swing swung higher and higher under the push of her brother, and the little sister was so happy that she let out bursts of laughter like silver bells. Swinging, the little sister grasped the rope tightly and slowly stood up. The elder brother couldn't help but feel elated when he saw the little sister beaming with joy. He asked the little sister to hold on to the rope while he kept pushing the swing, faster and faster, making the swing higher and higher. The little sister standing on the swing is like a butterfly fluttering in the wind, so beautiful. When the two little birds saw the little sister having so much fun, they seemed to be chirping: "Look, the little sister is flying like us!"
The blue sky, the beautiful scenery, and The chirping of the birds, the laughter of the little sister and her brother, it is really like a colorful picture. 4. The little girl is swinging on the swing, looking at pictures and writing words
In the park, there are beautiful spring scenes everywhere. The willow tree pulled out thin willow silk, dotted with light yellow leaves. The grass came out with the fragrance of earth, in clumps and clumps. The children all came out to play in the beautiful spring weather. Listen, strings of laughter like silver bells came from time to time in the park.
Look, a little sister is playing on the swing! The younger sister sat on the swing and pulled the rope. The elder brother held the swing and helped the younger sister to swing. The swing tilted upward, slowly swinging higher and higher. The little sister laughed and said while swinging: "Swinging on the swing is so fun!" She sat on the swing and swung, while her brother pushed and pushed beside her. The little sister was like a happy butterfly in mid-air, spreading her wings and flying.
The little bird kept chirping, as if to say: "The little sister is so awesome!"
A breeze blew, and the leaves fluttered in the wind, as if cheering for the little girl! Father Sun blushed happily, and the little flowers bloomed with colorful petals. The little girl had so much fun playing in the sun! 5. How to write the composition "Swinging"
Sitting on the swing, I felt my heart flying, which made me forget everything. It was only me, flying under the sky, flying... —— Inscription: Facing the various toys in front of me, I am no longer so excited.
I only have one thought in my mind, go play on the swing. Sitting on the swing, thinking about nothing, going up and down, up and down... The childhood scenes appeared in my mind, like white butterflies, flying in front of my eyes... Sitting on the swing, I felt like I got on a moon boat and traveled in the sky... I closed my eyes, my heart was going up and down, and I felt like I was flying.
Even on the wooden chair when I was a child, the hammock when I was a child, and the real swing today, I am flying every time. Look around, there are gusts of wind blowing, birds flying by, and I am wandering on this moon boat.
Maybe, swinging on the swing is no longer suitable for me at the age of 12, but I still love the swing so stubbornly, love the swing... In the song "Childhood", there is a sentence: " On the swing next to the playground, there are only butterflies sitting on it..." That butterfly in the dream, I hope it is white. On the swing, I didn't think about anything. I looked at the scenery in front of me. Half an hour had passed in a daze, and I still didn't want to get down.
The swing, this "ancient" toy, accompanies me day after day, year after year. I like the ups and downs of the swing, and I like the height and distance of the swing... Every time, I swing the swing very high, and I don't feel scared at all.
What I like more is to swing on the swing with my friends. Swing, swing, swing, in fact, isn’t swinging a kind of enjoyment? Maybe you have grown up, but I think everyone should go swinging in the autumn of childhood and savor it carefully... In fact, swinging is also a pastime for us, but unlike other toys, The swing can bring back the feeling of flying in your childhood... When the swing swings, you should think, I am flying... The feeling of flying is wonderful. Sitting on the swing, this is the world for the two of us.
When the swing is on, we sing, and when the swing is on, we laugh. This childhood swing records our childhood.
When I grew up and sat on the swing again, I finally discovered that there was more than just my childhood on the swing. We grab the swing and swing up. In fact, we should stand up and swing.
Stand up and you can see a more beautiful world. Stand up and you will have a more wonderful feeling of flying. Before I knew it, I had been swinging for more than an hour, but I still refused to let go of my hand holding the swing... - Postscript - This afternoon, I went to the amusement park, and I chose to swing.
While going up and down on the swing, many pictures flashed through my mind. There are two ropes tied to the two persimmon trees, a small bench on the rope, and the hammock under the fir tree... Although I am growing up, my love for the swing will be forever... I think , one day when I grow up, I must go back to my hometown and swing on the swing of my childhood again.
In our hometown, our children were as happy as little birds, flying and flying! Swinging is called "Dayouyou" in my hometown. Some children play on the swings in the playground. But the swings in our countryside are not the swings in the playground! The method is: find two thick trees, take a rope about five or six meters, and fold it in half.
Tie one end of the rope to this tree and the other end to that tree. If you feel strangulated while sitting on it, add a small bench.
Here’s how to do it: cross the folded rope and put one side here and the other side there! You can also create various gameplays by yourself, no, I have them too! The first way to play is to find a piece of bamboo and cut it down, remove the branches and trim off the thin part. It should be five or six meters long. Pull the rope apart, tie one rope to one end of the bamboo, and tie the other rope to the other end of the bamboo. That's it.
I named this gameplay "Bamboo Swing" for fun, but the more fun is to come! The second way to play is: everyone finds a bench more than one meter long, puts it vertically, pulls the two ropes and puts them under the seat. This gameplay is called "Pirate Ship" Hehe, it's fun! The thrilling thing is at the back! The third way of playing is: slightly similar to the second way of playing.
However, it is more dangerous. If you want to play, tie the rope higher.
When the two ropes are pulled, the person stands in the middle of the ropes. When you lie back, the rope will strangle you. If it hurts, put a pillow on it.
Just put one foot on the other rope, push it off, and put the other foot on it at the same time. This is called "Man-made Pirate Ship" and there are more ways to play it waiting for you to explore and discover! Swinging is no exception! Brief comment: There are so many ways to play on the swing, it’s really interesting! In your article, I feel the joy of swinging, and I hope that this happy game created by myself can be passed down. 6. For first graders, look at pictures and write about "Swinging on a Moonlit Night"
"Swinging on a Moonlit Night" can write about the surrounding natural environment, the process of playing on the swing and the joy.
The sky is so bright, the moon is so white, and the flowers and plants on the earth are full of vitality. Today, my cousin and I came to the ecological park to play.
There are many recreational activities there, but my favorite is the swing.
There are so many types of swings there! There are ones suitable for babies, ones suitable for older children, and ones that three or four children can play together. At a glance, there are more than a dozen swings full of people sitting on them. By chance, a child came down from the swing, and I couldn't wait to sit on it.
After I sat firmly, fastened my seat belt, and held the handle tightly with both hands, my mother pushed me gently from behind. It felt good, "Mom, a little higher!" Mom rolled up her sleeves and pushed hard With a push, the swing flew higher and higher, and it seemed that I could catch the white clouds with my hand.
The swing was like waves, moving forward and back. The sky and the ground also swayed and rotated. When I reached the top, I felt like a bird taking off, and "fear" came from my heart. After flying out, it gradually became less scary. I started shaking from side to side, but I was so happy!
Sometimes I open my arms and feel the breath of spring. I heard the wind laughing in my ears, the birds on the trees also laughed, the flowers and plants on the ground also laughed, my mother also laughed, and I also laughed...