1. Imitate memories from 16 years ago and write a composition about people. Use flashback at the beginning and echo from beginning to end
Mother’s Skillful Hands
Everyone We all have a pair of hands, but everyone’s hands are different. The hands of scientists are the hands of wisdom; the hands of painters are the hands of painting; the hands of doctors are the hands of rejuvenation... But I hope to have a pair of mothers. Such hands---dexterous hands.
I remember when I was a child, my mother’s dexterous hands were always sewing and mending. Sometimes she would sew fashionable clothes for me, and sometimes she would sew a few animal patterns on my ripped clothes to make them look as good as new.
I remember one late autumn, my mother bought some balls of wool, picked up the shiny sweater needles, and knitted a sweater for me. In less than two days, my mother knitted a beautiful coat for me. I put it on happily and stood in front of the full-length mirror, jumping and spinning. This jacket is not only made of wool of multiple colors, but also has a giant panda pattern embroidered on the chest. The next day, I wore it to school, and many classmates asked me curiously: "Where did you buy this dress? It's so beautiful!" I proudly said, "My mother knitted it." The classmates all asked me. I cast an envious look. You can see in their eyes how much they wish they had a coat like mine.
My mother’s skillful hands can also make all kinds of delicious meals. If you are lucky, you can taste my mother’s cooking skills. Once, my mother made pancakes for me. For lunch, I had lunch with a good friend, and my mother asked him to take it home for his mother to taste. After eating, his mother kept praising her mother for her good cooking skills.
My mother is good at craftsmanship and cooking. To be honest, since I was a child, I have wanted to have the wise hands of scientists, the creative hands of painters, and the rejuvenating hands of doctors... But now I hope to have a pair of skillful hands like my mother.
2. Write an article describing people based on "Memories from Sixteen Years Ago", which requires more than 1.450 words. 2. Flashback
The beautiful memories of the past no longer exist, but the ones that left me the most are , is the memory in time. I once fantasized about turning back time, but after all, I couldn't do it. Therefore, in my heart, all the past life left me were beautiful memories... I recall the spring, when the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Season. We sang loudly and walked on the field roads. Spring outings are the most attractive to children, but cooking, running and playing are even more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky .The sky is blue, and under the blue sky, buds have grown on the branches. I seem to see it growing vigorously, bathed in the sunshine of spring. Aren't those buds the vigorous ones of us? I recall summer, a season full of fresh green. In my small garden, there are countless small flowers and grass growing. The grass is green and shiny, and the flowers bloom even more brightly! Scattered flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although they are not as delicate as peonies or as fragrant as jasmine, they are still so charming, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flies towards me, closer, closer! Oh, it turned out to be a bee, very small. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum and sucked the sweet nectar. When it left, the pollen also went with it, accompanying the bee and settling down everywhere. The bee, Isn’t he our hardworking gardener? I recall autumn, the harvest season. The fields were full of golden color, undulating with the wind, like a tumbling wave. In the orchard, apples and pears were hanging on the branches, so juicy and refreshing. People covet it. One bite, the fragrance overflows, and it is unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chatted non-stop. We haven’t seen each other for a summer vacation, and we can’t help but miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot of things, that knowledge, Isn’t that what we gain? I recall winter, a season filled with warmth. Although the leaves have fallen, you can still occasionally see birds singing on the trees; although the grass has withered and turned yellow, it will grow again next year; although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, But those New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth. They entrust the friendship and sincerity of the classmates, and the blessings, aren't they the long-lasting warmth? I recall the past and look forward to the future spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let them be full of birdsong, full of fresh green, destined to harvest, and overflowing with warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories. 3. Write a complete essay by imitating memories from 16 years ago
Whether it is weekends or festivals, in my impression, there are almost no guests at home - sometimes Relatives such as aunts, uncles, aunts, cousins, and sometimes fathers and mothers
Colleagues in my workplace, and even sometimes my classmates would come forward after hearing my introduction. Come on... And my mother never showed the slightest bit of impatience towards her guests, but always entertained them warmly. My mother often said: "People come here because they think highly of us! This is a huge honor! If you don't have this popularity, you can treat your family with delicacies and they won't come even after I send you an invitation!" As a result, such scenes are not uncommon in our family - my mother shows her hand in the kitchen, and the guests sit on the sofa or bed or sit on the floor and chat. As soon as the food cooked by my mother is served on the table, the eyes of the guests (including my father and me, of course) will light up. But looking at us having a feast,
my mother showed a satisfied smile. Because she knows that sweeping away all the food on the table is the highest reward for her!
The home on the tip of the tongue is reflected in the aroma of the rice dumplings made by my mother!
During the Dragon Boat Festival that just passed, our family was even more lively. Because a few uninvited guests came - several netizens came to our house early in the morning on the Dragon Boat Festival because they saw an article introducing my mother's cooking skills on the Internet
One is to taste My mother made the rice dumplings by hand, and I learned the art of making rice dumplings from my mother.
And my mother generously agreed to make 5 rice dumplings for each guest (three to eat by myself and 2 to take home) and let the guests 4. Imitate memories from sixteen years ago
Beautiful memories
The past time no longer exists, but what is left to me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about turning back time, but I couldn't do it after all. Therefore, in my heart, the past life left me only beautiful memories...
I recall the spring, when the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. season. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outings are the most attractive to children, but cooking and running games are even more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue, and under the blue sky, buds have grown on the branches. I seem to see them growing vigorously, bathed in the spring sunshine. Those buds, aren’t we the energetic ones?
I recall summer, a season full of fresh green. In that small garden that belongs to me, there are countless small flowers and grass growing. The grass is green and shiny, and the flowers are blooming even brighter! Scattered flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although they are not as delicate as peonies or as fragrant as jasmine, they are still so charming, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flew towards me, getting closer, getting closer! Oh, it turned out to be a bee, very small. It fell on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bees as they make their homes everywhere. Aren't the bees our hardworking gardeners?
I recall autumn, the season of harvest. The fields, as you look, are full of golden color, undulating with the wind, like a roiling ocean wave. In the orchard, apples and pears are hanging on the branches, so juicy and mouth-watering. Take a bite and the aroma will overflow, making you unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chatted non-stop. We hadn’t seen each other during the summer vacation, so we couldn’t help but miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn’t that knowledge our harvest?
I recall winter, a season filled with warmth. Although the leaves have fallen, you can still occasionally see birds singing on the trees; although the grass has withered and turned yellow, it will grow again next year; although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year's greeting cards are still there. There is warmth everywhere. It entrusts the friendship and sincerity of the classmates. Isn’t that blessing the long-lasting warmth?
I recall the past and yearn for the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the future. Let them be full of birdsong, covered with fresh green, destined to harvest, and filled with warmth. Let them leave more beautiful memories for me! 5. A composition adapted from memories of sixteen years ago
1. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have gradually grown from a childish urchin to a vibrant and high-spirited young man. I am about to graduate and enter middle school. My alma mater has given me so much. When I say goodbye, I can’t help but sigh with emotion when I look at my alma mater, the cradle of my growth. Campus life is like a treasure box to me, with many treasures hidden inside. Although some have gradually lost their luster, one pearl is still dazzling...
I remember that time, it was a celebration. A unique firework party held on the occasion of the Children's Day. The stage was dotted with balloons of various colors, which was so colorful that it was really dazzling. With the host's passionate voice, the party kicked off. Each show was exciting, with laughter, shouts, and applause. It was so lively! Everyone waved fluorescent holders, as if they had become twinkling stars, complementing the blazing bonfire and illuminating the large playground shrouded in night. It's our turn for the 4 finale performances of the fifth grade. When singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance have now become beautiful memories, and everyone is fully devoted to the performance. Especially when singing "Can We Not Break Up", along with the energetic and dynamic dance steps of the dancing classmates, I was thinking a lot. Yes, doesn’t this song express our feelings at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma mater, can we not break up!" When the song ended, the audience cheered. This is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class. How can I forget it?
The most exciting thing is the lighting ceremony.
Teachers and representatives of the Young Pioneers led us in shouting slogans, and several energetic Young Pioneers began the torch passing ceremony, pushing the party to the climax. The torch burned blazingly in the night, shining red on everyone's face and surging everyone's heart... Listening to the high-pitched and passionate recitations of teachers and classmates, I understood that the revolutionary fire needs to be passed down from generation to generation... When the music sounded At this moment, everyone danced a group dance around the fire to a cheerful rhythm, some in groups of two, and some in a small circle... The entire playground was infected by this atmosphere, and everyone was excited. Carnival...
What an unforgettable night! Deep in my memory, this beautiful memory, with its colorful style, is like a surging song, often singing in my heart...
2. Beautiful memories
The past time no longer exists, but what is left to me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about turning back time, but I couldn't do it after all. Therefore, in my heart, the past life left me only beautiful memories...
I recall the spring, when the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. season. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outings are the most attractive to children, but cooking and running games are even more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue, and under the blue sky, buds have grown on the branches. I seem to see them growing vigorously, bathed in the spring sunshine. Those buds, aren’t we the energetic ones?
I recall summer, a season full of fresh green. In that small garden that belongs to me, there are countless small flowers and grass growing. The grass is green and shiny, and the flowers are blooming even brighter! Scattered flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although they are not as delicate as peonies or as fragrant as jasmine, they are still so charming, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flew towards me, getting closer, getting closer! Oh, it turned out to be a bee, very small. It fell on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bees as they make their homes everywhere. Aren't the bees our hardworking gardeners?
I recall autumn, the season of harvest. The fields, as you look, are full of golden color, undulating with the wind, like a roiling ocean wave. In the orchard, apples and pears are hanging on the branches, so juicy and mouth-watering. Take a bite and the aroma will overflow, making you unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chatted non-stop. We hadn’t seen each other during the summer vacation, so we couldn’t help but miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn’t that knowledge our harvest?
I recall winter, a season filled with warmth. Although the leaves have fallen, you can still occasionally see birds singing on the trees; although the grass has withered and turned yellow, it will grow again next year; although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year's greeting cards are still there. There is warmth everywhere. It entrusts the friendship and sincerity of the classmates. Isn’t that blessing the long-lasting warmth?
I recall the past and yearn for the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the future. Let them be full of birdsong, covered with fresh green, destined to harvest, and filled with warmth. Let them leave more beautiful memories for me! 6. Write an article that you think is meaningful in the style of "Memories of Sixteen Years Ago" and "Light"
Spider Diary
Today, I was lying alone in bed, my eyes Half open and half closed, I accidentally saw a dark thing on the wall. I thought: Could this be a spider? Out of curiosity, I stood up and walked forward to take a closer look. Unexpectedly, it started to move. ah! It's really an "eight-legged monster"! I was so scared that I screamed "Wow". You know, the insect I am most afraid of is the spider, not to mention this spider is black, big and scary.
When my mother heard the cry, she came over and asked: "What's going on?" I stammered: "There are... spiders here." After that, I pointed to the spider on the wall. Spider, who knows, but my mother said calmly: "What did I think it was? What made all the fuss, wasn't it just a spider? It doesn't bite, so what are you afraid of?" After that, he walked out.
I thought: What is a little spider afraid of? I am hundreds of times bigger than it! You can press it into patties with just one finger. I thought so, but my eyes were always fixed on the "eight-legged monster", afraid that it would crawl into my little bed. I saw it crawling and crawling. When it climbed to the edge of the air conditioner, it suddenly fell down. Silk was doing an acrobatic performance. When it had enough fun, it swung up like a spring. I let out a long breath. Fortunately, it didn't fall onto my bed. Alas, it was a near miss. !
I was congratulating myself, but I didn’t expect it to crawl towards my crib at such a fast speed. I was surprised. The joy I felt just now had long since disappeared, and what followed was The heartbeat was "dong dong", but this spider didn't know it at all and was still crawling towards my little bed. I hurriedly jumped out of bed and went to move my "rescuer" - grandpa. When grandpa saw this scene, he tore up a newspaper. He put the newspaper on the spider's only path and waited for it to "fall into the trap". Seeing that the spider really climbed up along the newspaper, grandpa gently picked up the newspaper, opened the window, and released the spider back into nature.
I asked my grandpa: "Grandpa, why don't you kill the spider?" Grandpa smiled and said to me: "Spiders eat mosquitoes and are beneficial insects. We should protect them." I After listening, I nodded and thought: You can't just look at something by its appearance. Only by understanding more cultural knowledge can you better protect and utilize them.
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