I like Saturday because it is happy.
In nature, I look for the beautiful spring. Look at the tender willows, swaying gently in the breeze, I am heartened! Lying on the grass, breathing the fragrance of small flowers, bathing in the bright sunshine, feel a trace of warmth on the body, as if becoming warm and transparent.
From: Composition Book
I sincerely exclaimed that Saturdays in spring are happy Saturdays!
At home, I was immersed in a sea of books: books are boundless! There are so many wonderful things waiting for us to explore and discover them. It gives us knowledge, forgets our worries and enriches my wonderful life!
I can't help but sigh: the Saturday of reading is a happy Saturday!
On the calendar of growth: my 14th birthday came on Saturday as scheduled. I closed my eyes lightly and made a good wish in my heart! When I opened my eyes: wow! There was a beautiful gift next to the table! Mom and dad said happily: Happy Birthday to you! Hm, I have grown a year older! I was happy!
I will never forget this Saturday!
2. Write an essay on the topic of Sunday
First: Happy SundaySunday is really hard for us to come by! For us reading children think so, Sunday gives us a chance to relax.
With Sunday, we have freedom. With Sundays, we have joy.
Sunday is our indispensable day. Ah! It is finally the day of freedom.
In the morning, the sun has risen high, but I still lazily sleep in bed and refuse to get up,. Because today is different, today is our day to relax.
I got up and rubbed my eyes. It was still early, so I lay down again, but I could never sleep, so I reluctantly got up.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth and went out to exercise. After breakfast, I rushed to do my homework and finished it in three tries.
I picked up a book leisure up, I made a cup of tea, took a packet of melon seeds, while reading a book and eating melon seeds drinking tea, how comfortable ah! I played badminton with a few friends, I thought I was, I did not expect to lose, they badminton practice to such a realm. However, I learned a lot of stunts, and finally, beat them up.
This time is already noon, I played the computer again, I and the Internet users chat, listen to songs, watch movies, really interesting ah! In the afternoon, I played games with them again, playing forget the time, I came home it was already evening, I was ready to go to bed, I remembered that there is still a piece of unwritten, I feel scalp, why Sunday passed so fast ah! Part 2: Happy Sunday Sunday morning, sunny and cloudless. My sister and I followed my grandfather to the orchard.
When we passed a small stream next to the orchard, we suddenly realized that there were a few small black things moving in the stream. "What's that?" My sister and I pulled up our sleeves and pants and jumped into the creek with gusto to see what it was.
"Oh, it turns out to be a few tadpoles." We decided to catch a few tadpoles and raise them at home.
I saw a tadpole resting on the edge of the water, so I couldn't wait to reach out to catch it, but it swam away. I didn't catch it, but I'm not discouraged.
This time, I quietly folded behind the tadpole, when it did not pay attention, reach out and catch, "haha, I caught! I was so proud of myself that I said to my sister, "Look, I caught the tadpole!" But just as I was getting carried away, the tadpole slipped through my fingers. I was very frustrated, but soon thought of a good way, I walked to the tadpole without saying a word, and gently put both hands under the tadpole, and then raised it, the tadpole was thrown to the shore.
I ran over to the tadpole and said excitedly to my grandpa and sister, "Look! I caught a tadpole!" Grandpa nodded with a smile and told me and my sister: don't look at the tadpoles now, they are just small black dots, but when they grow up, they will become frogs, which are capable of catching insects. Listening to my grandfather, my sister and I stopped catching tadpoles and put them back into the creek, and prayed that they would grow up quickly to protect the crops.
Third: Happy Sunday Sunday is here again. I got up and looked out the window and it was another sunny Sunday.
I finished my homework and played with blowing bubbles at home when I had nothing to do. I took a bottle of bubbles to blow, I first used the bubble tube to suck the water inside.
I blew, groups of different sizes of bubbles flew to the blue sky, in the sunshine, bubbles reflect a variety of different colors, blue, red, yellow, green ...... really like a string of colorful pearls. I jumped, running, chasing the hiding bubble, bubble in the hide-and-seek with me.
I look to catch the bubble, it ran again, I chased the bubble, gently patted the bubble, the bubble flew, flew straight to the blue sky, and added a touch of brightness to the sky, but also some bubbles flew to the surrounding area, surrounded by a lot of flowers and trees, flew to the flowers, like a crystal beads, very beautiful. Some bubbles are also very naughty, turn around and shake on the bloom, like in the sky to open the ceremony.
I blew many more bubbles. The bubbles exploded and bloomed all over my face.
At this point, I was very angry, so angry that my face was red, and I whimpered. Still flying all over the bubble to me blinked its bright eyes, as if in my words: "You do not like me to blow on the break yo?" I listened to the words of the bubble, and laughed again, and my face is not red.
And began to blow the bubble that did not finish blowing. I blew a lot of bubbles, bubbles in the blue sky dancing, jumping, really beautiful ah.
Jumping ah, chasing ah, running ah, blowing ah ...... good a happy Sunday, this day I not only had a good time, but also understand not to be a "blowing a bubble", to be a strong child.
3. to "graduation Sunday" to write a composition, to primary
Primary school finally graduated, our sixth-grade classmates are reluctant to leave the three years we have lived in the alma mater. It was a Sunday, perhaps some of the elementary school graduates think: wow, finally graduated, I can play. But I didn't think so, because I was troubled, I was troubled that I really have to leave my alma mater? I really can't bear to part with it, so I can't help but cry.
It was Sunday and I didn't sleep well. I was remembering the happy times I had in my alma mater. I recalled: after class, my best friend and I went to the playground, we played games. Jumping rope. We played games, jumped rope, played ball, and had so much fun. Now, I can't get this kind of happiness anymore.
It was Sunday and I didn't sleep well. I remembered the teachers I used to receive at my alma mater. With each grade, I was introduced to several new teachers. They all worked hard to nurture my youngest child. I realized the love of my teachers, but how could I repay them? I use good grades to repay, so I have to study hard.
It was Sunday and I didn't sleep well. I remembered my good friends from the past. They were my best friends, and we were always brave enough to face any difficulties together. We have never been sorry for anyone, and now, we have to separate from the alma mater, I do not know if I can meet with them again, perhaps also have a phone call.
It was Sunday, I did not sleep well, I remembered my past good times; I remembered I know the teacher gave me love; I remembered once and I faced the difficulties of good friends. I'm so attached to all this, how wonderful it all is!
I love you - Alma Mater!
4. to "Sunday" as the topic, write an article ~
I look forward to Sunday
Light is like an arrow, the sun and moon like a shuttle. Unconsciously, I have grown from an unaware doll to a flamboyant teenager. "Little teenager, no worries..." Look at the test paper on the composition title: "I look forward to Sunday", but I can not put pen to paper for a long time, I secretly ask myself, you look forward to Sunday is how? I immediately entered the time and space tunnel, allowing thoughts like a horse off the stiff wild horse, in the "field" on the Mercedes.
When I was a child, every Sunday was my happiest and most fulfilling time. In the spring, I went to the mountains with my grandparents to pick beans, pick wild strawberries, pick a mountain flower inserted in the head, loudly singing "I am a little singer in the mountains", the soft sound of the song in the mountains rippled; summer, I and my grandparents in the beach reefs picking mussels, looking for conch, "clattering" lapping waves, "the sea," the sea, "the sea", "the sea", "the sea", "the sea", "the sea", "the sea", "the sea", "the sea", "the sea", "the sea", "the sea". "The lapping waves of the sea, my dreams to the other side of the sea, sometimes, but also in the sea fish swimming, enjoy the freedom; to the fall, my parents and I pick oranges, picking mulberries, the mulberries sweet and sour, the joy of filling my little bamboo basket; winter, I hibernate as a little vole, in the Sunday morning, covered in the warmth of the quilt, huffing and puffing sleep.
Recalling these, I have been weeping. "Sixth grade, you have to hurry up!" "Now is the very time heh!" Teachers' teachings, mom and dad's encouragement and expectation made me more and more nervous. I locked myself into the study, buried in study, looking at the desk full of test papers, listening to the laughter outside, I was a little gloomy, how I was looking forward to having such a Sunday!
"Three laps on the left, three laps on the right, buttocks twisting..." The sky is still slightly bright, the dewdrops of the grass are still so crystalline, accompanied by the birds' clear song, I have been with my parents to exercise in the park, and with the grandparents will play a few five birds, and with the" boxing obsessed". I'm already in the park with my mom and dad, playing Wujiu Opera with my grandparents, and then playing taijiquan with my dad who is obsessed with boxing, learning it in a good way, and in a very comfortable mood! Or I can do this: take my dad's motorcycle to the beach at Keihu, welcome the sea breeze, and scream loudly. I squatted down, reading the waves, reading the misty smoke waves, listening sideways to the sound of the sea crying. I opened my chest and breathed in the sea-scented wind, and at this time, I felt that I was integrated into the broad bosom of the sea. The morning mist gave me eyelashes a string of pearls, but also gave me a day of happy mood. In happiness, I went into the study, in the sea of books to swim, do homework, do test questions. At noon, I hid under the covers and slept soundly like a piglet. Get up, play a little sonata, lively rhythm, melodious piano intoxicated me, and then play a "story of the bluebells", I seem to see the bluebells singing high on the mountain tops, the bleak heaviness of the forced marriage and the joy of freedom, how beautiful! This happy and full Sunday heh!
I really want to shout, let me have such a colorful Sunday again!
5. Write a 450-word essay about a Sunday
It was a happy Sunday when the whole family got together to make dumplings. My mom prepared the dumpling skins and fillings, and we all gathered around the table to make dumplings. I wanted to learn how to make dumplings, so my mom agreed and demonstrated. Holding the dumpling skin in her left hand, she dipped the edge of the skin in water, then put the filling into the center of the skin with a spoon and pinched both sides at the same time, and a beautiful dumpling was born in her hands. Aah!
It's so easy to make dumplings. I can't wait to follow my mom's example and make dumplings. I pinched this side of the dumpling and the filling came out, pinched that side and the filling came out again. Then I put the dough into my hand
and pinched both sides at the same time, and both sides stopped coming out, but its "belly" was broken, so I hurriedly brought in another piece of dough to fill up its "belly", and that was the only way to make a dumpling. I was so happy to see my mom's dumplings with their "general bellies", like a victorious general, but mine were not even on the battlefield yet, and they were already on their backs. We all laughed back and forth. But I was not discouraged, "everything is difficult at the beginning", I seriously wrapped up the dumplings again.
After a while, I finally mastered the art of making dumplings, and one by one, beautiful dumplings were born in my hands. When I tasted my own dumplings, they smelled so good, and it was the sweetest thing to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
Through this incident
I realized a truth, "There is nothing difficult in the world, only those who have the will."
6. Composition: () Sunday
Happy Weekend Life is as romantic as a poem, and life is as colorful as a painting. To life, your life is happy, especially in the weekend. Now I, like many of my classmates, am confined outside the high iron gates. With numbers, with words, with so many big and small tests. I was like a small bird in a cage, how I wanted to shuttle between flowers and plants, soaring between the sky and clouds. So the two days on the weekend became the only time we could pin our hopes on. On weekends, I could sleep from 7:00 p.m. until 9:00 a.m. the next morning. I didn't have to worry about the bell ringing or the teacher on duty urging me on. I can wake up and have a hot breakfast without having to fold the blankets or wait in line for lunch. You can be a real "lazy cat" for a day. I can take my time with everything. On weekends, I can do all the homework I want to do. All I have to do is to finish the homework assigned by the teacher and study the text that is to be taught, and that's it. The rest of the day is my own. Because my parents were wise parents. They never forced me to study or do anything I didn't want to do. When I'm done with my homework, I can write a poem in ink. The font can be bold and full of freedom and style. On weekends, I can also be a child's head, and play with the neighbors for a morning. Although I am a girl, I can play soccer, badminton, bouncing ...... games with the boys. And I always win. Whenever I yell "Gather!" They come to me and listen to me. Of course, I'm not the kind of king who oppresses the people, but a good king who "rules the country well" and "manages the country well". We often studied together. Talking about their own learning situation, they do not know the problem will look for me to solve, with them together is really "cool"! On weekends, I could sit in front of the TV and watch TV shows that I never got tired of. What "Science World", "Animal World"! Windmill", "Nezha", "Ren Changxia", "Tracking Down the End", all of them make me mesmerized. As soon as I got home, I became the master of the TV, and I would let it turn into whatever program I wanted. When I eat, my mom can't get me to stop watching TV, so she has to bring the food to me. Don't think I'm a bad guy who has nothing better to do than study. I'm more of a sinus than a moth! In fact, I spent most of the weekend in the sea of books, can not eat for a question, do not sleep. And my grades were always top notch. Finally, I yelled, "Come on weekend!" .
7. "Sunday in xxx" Essay 500 Words
The calendar on the wall tore seven pages, and it was another Sunday in the blink of an eye. At the end of a busy week, it was finally time to relax and unwind.
After lunch, the lazy sunshine sprinkled on the body, and thought to myself: "It's not easy to have a Sunday, how can it be wasted? I think that my group of "buddies" at home on the computer to laze around, might as well find them to "string". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Ten minutes later, the floor will ring thud footsteps, I think it is Jin Laiman. Open the door, it is really him, only to see a rich sense of humor on the face rolled down drops of sweat, probably the weather is too hot coupled with his impatient character. As soon as he entered the door, he told what he had seen and heard on this double holiday, he spoke at great length, and when he was excited, he could not stop gesticulating. His face was even more red, like a ripe apple. His eyes seemed to speak. When he got to the funny part, his eyes revealed infinite self-deprecation, because with his articulate mouth and optimistic nature, even the greatest sorrow was told as a joke. Next up was Zheng Xuyang, panting with exhaustion as he climbed the four flights of stairs, the heavy knocking on the door interspersed with the sound of him gasping for breath. Once inside, he sat slumped on a couch, his round head topped with a patch of curly but not lush black hair, his small eyes narrowed to slits when he smiled, and his gaze was gentle. He mostly listened quietly, but when he encountered a topic that interested him, he would argue with you. Then there was Zhang Ronghao, who climbed up the stairs in three steps and knocked on the door rhythmically. He opened the door, changed his shoes, and chatted with everyone. His face was like a melon, on which there were five neatly arranged senses, but they made up a vivid and interesting expression, sometimes smiling, sometimes cynical, sometimes grateful, sometimes full of indifference. His words were abrupt, interjected now and then for fear of being forgotten by the others. Gradually, people are all here, we have no hiding the big talk, from test scores to detective novels, from favorite sports to where to travel in the summer vacation, we sometimes laugh, sometimes righteous indignation, sometimes passionate, sometimes hopeless. Time slipped away without realizing it, and then it was six thirty, we patted each other on the shoulder, said a short but full of reluctant "goodbye", each went home.
8. happy Sunday essay 600 words
Last Wednesday, the teacher told us an exciting news ----- Sunday to the South Lake Park picnic! All the students cheered up, the teacher like a bombing camp, then began to go to do the preparatory work, we look forward to these three days quickly, praying for Sunday do not rain, and even some students are not even serious about their studies.
The long three days finally passed, ushering in our most exciting Sunday. Early in the morning we all took the No. 48 bus to South Lake Park under the leadership of the teacher!
South Lake Park with enthusiasm to us to throw a hug, golden-yellow spring flowers like welcome guests in the roadside to welcome us; red-hot begonias to us bloomed a smile; pink peach blossoms to us waving. But we didn't care about them and rushed straight to the barbecue square. The hot sun shone on all of us, and in a short while our noses were glistening with crystal beads of sweat. Finally, we arrived at our destination.
We saw that the students of class four and five who arrived earlier than us had already grilled their food. We saw that the students of class four and five had already grilled the fragrant barbecue, and we were even more energized and hurriedly put down our heavy backpacks and took out the food that we had prepared. We put down our heavy backpacks and took out the food we had prepared! There are so many, there are my favorite potatoes, mushroom liver. Kelp. Tenderloin. And eggplant, which I don't like. Fish balls. Pork. It's really rich and can fill me up!
Speaking of so simple to do is not so easy. You see, we string vegetables when clumsy, I string fishballs should have been strung in the middle, the results of my bamboo skewer to the outside of the string to a touch fell; you see, one of our members string ridge when the hand slipped, ridge fell on the ground, the stomach of us all laughed and hurt.
Soon, our barbecue grill came just as we finished stringing, it was time for us to show off, just put the food on the fumes on the smoke we smoked straight coughing tears are flowing down. It seems that grilling barbecue is not an easy thing. You see Zhang Yutong must be the little emperor at home, she grilled the eggplant without even brushing the oil began to put the ingredients, and somehow the eggplant burnt before it was cooked. Our side of the grill is also not smooth, either it is scorched or not yet baked began to eat, laughter and fumes sound into a happy symphony.
Three hours passed quickly, we reluctantly went home, from now on I have to do more housework in the future so as not to make a fool of themselves in public. In the future, we have to go to this kind of activities more. The first thing I want to do is to go out and experience life. Embrace the nature!
9. Sunday essay Requirements in more than 700 words
Sunday is probably pleasant and easy for everyone! Indeed, for us readers, Sunday is a relaxation from our studies and counts as an integral part of them.
With Sunday, we are pleasant, with Sunday, we are free. Sunday is a restful day for us students.
Xiaohuo essay network, you can also contribute Oh, so happy to finally come to Sunday this "brilliant moment". In the morning, I slept in a warm blanket, so uncomfortable.
The alarm clock called about dozens of times, I still lazy to get up. In the past, when the alarm went off, I would get up immediately.
But today is different, because today is Sunday. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, picked up the alarm clock, and turned off that annoying loud noise in one go.
Then I proceeded to blindfold myself. But the good times don't last long, I just didn't sleep for a while, grandma came to disturb my good dream again: "Yo, look at you, still sleeping, what time is it, the sun is on your butt, still sleeping."
I climbed up unhappily for the second time and said, "Grandma, it's so hard to get to Sunday, in the past, you have to get up early, you let me sleep a little more okay? Please." Just as I finished speaking, I fell headfirst back onto the pillow.
Grandma did not get angry, but calmly said to me, "It's not that grandma won't let you sleep, it's just that the food is cooked. And look at the alarm clock, it's 8 o'clock, don't you want to get up? Quickly, get up and brush your teeth and wash your face for dinner."
In this way, I was pulled up alive. Xiaohuo essay network After breakfast, I remembered the story book I borrowed from my classmates a few days ago, so I read it with great interest.
I also read books differently from others. I first had to prepare for myself a cup of fragrant strong tea, plus a packet of melon seeds, and then lying in the chaise longue, while eating melon seeds and drinking tea, while reading a book, which is a very pleasant thing ah! I was lying on the chaise longue beautifully enjoying this.
The fatigue of a week's study disappeared all of a sudden. The first thing I did was to read the book, and it was already 10 o'clock.
I was about to do my homework, my best friend invited me to play table tennis at once. I'm not good at ping pong, but I do like ping pong.
Without any excuse, I gladly agreed to his invitation. My best friend is a very good ping pong player.
I saw a boy serve a few hard balls, and he caught them all and beat the boy. I admired my friend in my heart, I really didn't think he had practiced to this level.
I was next. I picked up the racket, sent a ball, my buddy spun a ball, I instantly received the hand, I thought this is over, I did not expect to play a rubbing, even my buddy did not think.
I was ecstatic, but the second ball is not so lucky, defeat. I've been playing for a long time, and I've lost every battle I've ever fought.
But I enjoyed it and learned a lot of new techniques to play, which is very beneficial to me. The small lotus composition network, you can also contribute to the noon just ate a meal, which just remembered that this week to go to the street to buy a book.
So I pedaled my bike, asked my companion, and went shopping together. Along the way, we saw many beautiful things, delicious food, cute toys.
We walked left and right in the crowd, and finally arrived at the bookstore. I hurriedly ran in with my companion and chose my favorite books.
The bookstore seemed to be doing well, and there were a lot of people there. I touched a brand-new book, looked at the beautiful lines of text, I really want to buy.
Finally, I picked three of my favorite books, paid for them, and went back with my best friend. When I got home, it was late in the evening, and looking at the unwritten homework, I just felt a numbness in my scalp.
I grabbed a pen and hurried to write my homework. I often wonder why Sundays go by so fast, so quickly.
Finally, I touched the new book I bought and went to sleep with it ...... Period days are probably pleasant and easy for everyone! Indeed, for us readers, Sunday is a kind of relaxation from our study and counts as an indispensable part of our study. With Sunday, we are happy, with Sunday, we are free.
Sunday is a restful day for us students. Oh, I am so glad that Sunday is finally the "glorious moment".
In the morning, I slept in a warm blanket, so uncomfortable. The alarm clock had called dozens of times, but I was still too lazy to get up.
In the past, when the alarm clock went off, I would get up immediately. But today is a different story, because it's Sunday.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes, picked up the alarm clock, and turned off that annoying loud noise in one go. Then, I proceeded to blindfold myself.
But the good times don't last long, I just didn't sleep for a while, my grandmother came to disturb my good dreams again: "Yo, look at you, you're still sleeping, what time is it, the sun is shining on your butt, you're still sleeping." I climbed up unhappily for the second time and said, "Grandma, it's so hard to get to Sunday, I used to have to get up early, so just let me sleep a little longer, okay? Please."
Just after saying that, I fell headfirst into the pillow again. Grandma heard, not angry, but calmly said to me: "It's not that grandma does not let you sleep, just that the food is cooked.
And look at the alarm clock, it's 8 o'clock, don't you want to get up? Quickly, get up and brush your teeth and wash your face for dinner." Just like that, I was pulled up alive.
This Sunday, both wonderful and helpless.
10. What Sunday essay 400 words
I like Sunday, my father, mother and sister are all at home, a piece of chatting, watching TV or go to the movies, go to the park to play, it's really exciting! But today is different from the usual ......
Early this morning, just get up, my heart is exceptionally excited, because today is Sunday again, then I can ...... ha! However, "the sky is not easy, people have every day and every day". In the morning, I went out of the room, went straight to the most lovely TV, like a hungry wolf saw a lamb, but when my hand tip from the TV switch is only 0.01 meters away, a "flying warrior" to stop my sinful behavior. Fixed eyes to see, it was a big broom ah, but along the handle of the broom to look up, only to see is the familiar face of the mother, the only difference is that the top with a few points of cunning, the only thought that flashed in the brain - "dead"! Sure enough, I lived up to my expectations, in the mother's "smile", on a free "graduation eve education", and then, by the mother "merciless" slap blasted back to the room: "The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
However, in a few minutes, I went to my sister to play with the spirit of tenacity, but my sister, completely treat me as air, just focus on their own Internet chat, play games. I can't stand it, in her ear a roar, she covered the injured ear, mercilessly to me under the "expulsion order". So, this Sunday, I suffered a lot of pressure. I was not allowed to do anything, I could not go anywhere, I was really bored! In the end, can only obediently read books, write homework.
At this point, my father, mother and sister, the three "perpetrators" came smiling, see me obediently in the homework, they did not mince words and told me that the reason why they ignored me, is to let me study hard.
Oh, I see, then my future Sundays, certainly no longer lonely!