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1. "Small Paper Boat" Good words, good sentences and good paragraphs "Paper Boat"-Bing Xin I never gave up a piece of paper, but kept it-kept it, folded it into a boat and got off the boat.

Throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I'm still not discouraged.

As the sky is stacked, I always hope that there will be a place where I want to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, no

Surprised that he has no dreams. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Qian Shan is full of water. Please let him take her love and sadness back.

Good sentence: I still don't want to fold every day. I always hope that one can flow to the place I want to go.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Qian Shan is full of water, please ask him to recite her love and sorrow.

Good word: disheartened. Sadness.

2. Bing Xin's good words and sentences [edit this paragraph] Bing Xin's quotations A person can solve anything as long as he loves his motherland and has a patriotic heart.

I can bear any pain or grievance. The flower of success, people often marvel at its present brilliance. However, at the beginning, its bud was soaked with tears of struggle and full of blood and rain of sacrifice.

Life begins at the age of eighty. With love, there is everything.

Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walk on both sides of the road of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, decorate this path with fragrant flowers for a long time, so that people who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain when they step on thorns; It is not sad to have tears to shed. If there were no women in the world, the world would lose at least five tenths of truth, six tenths of goodness and seven tenths of beauty.

If life is boring, I am afraid of the afterlife. If life is interesting, it is enough. The road of life is less smooth and more rugged.

On the flat road, when walking hand in hand, it is surrounded by warm spring breeze, and the moon in clear autumn is on the head. Two hearts fully enjoy the quiet and soft music of' Qin, Qin and Ming'.

On the bumpy road, when walking with help, we should patiently swallow our grievances and pains and comfort and encourage each other on the thorny road. The universe is a big life, rivers flow into the sea, leaves take root, we are a breath in the universe, we are a part of the big life.

Not every river can flow into the sea, and not every seed can mature and germinate. Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain always complement each other. In happiness, we should thank life, in pain, we should also thank life, because happiness, excitement and pain are not beautiful. Study hard, read more, study hard. "With love, you have everything."

This is a famous saying of Bing Xin, and it is also the belief that she persisted in all her life. Eternal Love has been integrated into her literary creation for nearly 80 years and penetrated between the lines of her 7 million-word works.

Bing Xin's love is broad and deep, just like the sea she loves. Bing Xin was born in a family of naval officers with patriotism and reformism in Fuzhou. When he was 4 years old, he moved to Yantai, Shandong Province. Since then, he has lived by the sea in Yantai for a long time.

Perhaps it is the broad mind of the sea that gave birth to her "Haihua" character and broad love. She loves roses, "not only the color, fragrance and taste of roses", but also the sharp thorns on its branches. "

It has its own characteristics. She likes cats, all the beautiful things and life.

Bing Xin loves her hometown deeply. Whether she lived in Yantai for eight years or settled in Beijing, whether she studied in the United States or lived in Japan, the shadow of her hometown followed her.

We can find her works everywhere, such as "My Hometown", "Scenery of Hometown" and other articles, which poured her deep love for her hometown. Bing Xin doesn't look like a little old lady in China after studying abroad, just like some international students.

Loving hometown is the starting point of loving the motherland and people. Bing Xin thinks so.

It was from the beginning of loving her hometown that she cared for the world with the power of love. World peace and human freedom. Only love and mutual help can achieve permanent happiness and peace.

So Bing Xin has her friends everywhere, regardless of age or nationality. Bing Xin's love is more dedicated to children from generation to generation.

Stepping into the literary world from the May 4th Movement, she has been writing for nearly 80 years with the century changes of nearly a century. She has been creative and fruitful, leaving many precious literary heritages for the world. During this period, she wrote for children for more than 70 years, and her works have influenced children from generation to generation.

Thousands of angels, get up and sing praises to the children; Kid! His small body contains a great soul. -Bing Xin "Stars" Bing Xin regarded his children as the hope of the nation all his life. For the future of the motherland, she worked hard to water and cultivate the flowers of the motherland. She donated her manuscript fee to the children and to Project Hope. It can be said that Bing Xin devoted her life to the children. When many people mention Bing Xin, they think of her childhood education, edification and artistic infection, which is pure and warm.

When I first started writing Bing Xin, I asked a friend, what do you think of when you hear "Bing Xin"? Without hesitation, he said, "Send a little reader and a small orange lamp again, a kind and caring person." When I first saw the name Bing Xin, I thought she was beautiful. When I saw the photo, I believed that she was beautiful. Later, after reading articles such as punchline, stars and small orange lights, I had no doubt.

People who know Bing Xin generally stay in sending them to young readers, then to young readers, and finally to young readers. A warm and pure text, fresh and unpretentious, easy to understand, written for young readers, all for children.

Reading Bing Xin's articles in those days was like listening to the old people at home talking about the past and the present, which was very kind. Now, Bing Xin has left us. When we talk about Bing Xin, it seems that we are more immersed in memories. Bing Xin is the "companion" of childhood, just like the "little orange lamp", which retains indelible childhood memories.

Paper boat-for my mother. I never give up a piece of paper. I kept it.-keep it. Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.

3. Paper boat's kind words Bing Xin's paper boat-for mom.

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I never want to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold it every day without losing heart,

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.

Every sentence in the poem is a beautiful sentence.

4. The paper boat sends good words and sentences to my mother. Paper boat-send mother.

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I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Keep it forever.-keep it.

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I am still not discouraged, folding every day,

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please return it with her love and sorrow.

5. Bing Xin's good words and sentences Spring flowers are full of greenery and endless aftertaste. Sweat, green, fat, red and thin, full of fruit, attractive, full of fruit, melon fragrance, fruit fat, sweet juice, orchard fragrance, full of fruit. Red fruits are full of branches and broken wires, even red and green.

Good sentences:

1 Love is on the right, sympathy is on the left, walk on both sides of the road of life, sow and blossom at any time, and decorate this road with seasonal flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain, tear drops and sadness.

Show me, my friend! I am a swallow crossing the ocean, looking for a nest separated from water.

Has Chun spoken? But her great hidden power is so gentle to the world!

The successful flower, people are only surprised by her present brilliance! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.

What is "5"? I don't know. But boredom-sadness, all melted in the process.

Ah! What a noble idea! What a great soldier! For the love of thousands of people in Qian Qian, they gave their all and defended the sons and daughters of the motherland with their blood and lives. Aren't they our most respected relatives?

Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower, and there is a thin layer of blue fog floating in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to be washed in milk, like veiled dreams.

There is a worn-out floral schoolbag in my desk bucket. Although shabby, it is my boat and my treasure.

The schoolbag is a small boat, which carries me across the sea, across the rapids, across the rapids, drifting and sailing to the other side of victory; The schoolbag is a treasure, which contains my mother's affection and love and gives me the strength to move forward.

It finally took shape: a wide band made a modest cloth pocket, which really looked like a boat with the words "study hard and make progress every day" embroidered on it.

The "height" of ordinary brush is about 6 inches, and this structure is only to meet the writing needs of different styles such as regular script, running script and cursive script.

The pen container is made of Coca-Cola cans, and hundreds of small conch shells stuck on the surface form a strange figure.

There are more than 90,000 books in the library, from students' works to Shakespeare's plays, from simple science books to Einstein's masterpieces.

How many nights, the small desk lamp is on, accompanying me to review my lessons, it knows my troubles and happiness best.

1. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.

2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress.

Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused.

4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and full of thoughts.

The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves.

6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer? ............... (He Tingting)

7. If you want to harvest fruits in the autumn, then in the early spring when the chill invades people, you should roll up your trouser legs and tirelessly open up wasteland, sow seeds and cultivate until the day of harvest.

8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence.

6. A good word in Bing Xin's poem-a paper boat-was given to her mother.

I never throw away a piece of paper,

Keep it forever.-keep it.

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I am still not discouraged, folding every day,

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.

Flowers in the corner!

When you are narcissistic

The world is getting smaller.

My question is-

my heart

Silence in the light.

My dream

But in the dark, you understood for me!

Weak grass!

Be proud.

Only you decorated the whole world.

7. A good word in Bing Xin's poem: paper boat-for mom. I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I kept it.-keep it.

Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow.

I am still not discouraged. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.

Flowers in the corner! When you admire yourself, the world becomes smaller. My problem-my heart is silent in the light.

My dream is interpreted for me in the dark! Weak grass! Be proud. Only you decorated the whole world.

8. Bing Xin's good words, good sentences and good words: chirping, weakening, strangeness, overseas Wan Li, enthusiasm and loyalty, and madness.

Sad tears, constant pain, unbearable, sour tears full of eyes, hazy. Dark and stepless, as fast as lightning, bold, hands and feet in a hurry, restless.

Face, wisdom, sincerity, earth-shattering, frank, refreshing. Satisfied, biting, cold in the autumn wind, wet and soft.

You gain something, you lose something, you dress up beautifully, you save three and gather five, and everyone will laugh. I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only eight or nine years old, with a thin and pale face, purple lips, short hair, worn-out clothes and a pair of sandals barefoot. She is sitting on a bamboo stool, trying to pick up the monitor on the wall. She seemed surprised when she saw me.

I stood up bored, looked at the misty mountain scenery outside the window, saw the hut under the Huangguoshu, and suddenly wanted to visit the little girl and her sick mother. The dim light of the fire gradually dimmed, and the outside became darker.

When I stood up to leave, she grabbed me and quickly took the big needle of twine, wrapped the small orange bowl around it, and picked it with a small bamboo stick like a small basket. She also took a small piece of wax head from the windowsill, lit it inside and handed it to me, saying, "It's dark, the road is slippery, and this little orange lamp will shine on you up the hill!" " She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally pressed it on my hand: "We are all fine!" Obviously, this "everyone" also includes me. Tears swirled in my eyes ... 6. I walked slowly on the dark and humid mountain road with this clever little orange lamp.

This hazy orange light really can't shine far, but the little girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit inspired me, and I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me! But from then on, every Spring Festival, I will think of that little orange lamp. 12 years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early.

Her mother must be fine, too, right? Because we are all "good".