Childhood is a sea of joy. In the sea of memories, there are countless shells, some gray, evoking a sad past; some brilliant, reminding people of childhood anecdotes. I am in that memory of the coast, looking for the most beautiful shells, ah, found ......
At that time, I was only six years old, is the age of birthday obsession. I like to have a birthday, because I will eat a big cake, and that time, an interesting thing happened:
Busy morning I can finally eat the long-awaited cake! Look, the cake is big and round, covered with pure white cream, piled with a variety of cream flowers, as if smiling at me, lovely! The cake had "Happy Birthday" written on it in red jam. With the candlelight, the cake was so mouth-watering! I couldn't wait to eat it.
Finally, it was there! A large piece of cake was in my hands. I took a big bite, ah, really delicious ah! Sister suddenly laughed, this laugh makes me puzzled, a look in the mirror, heh, I rubbed a piece of cream on the nose, living like a clown! I couldn't help but laugh myself. Sister does not like to eat cream, is thinking about what to do, suddenly saw the cream on my nose, eyes bright, smiling, said "sister, come here!" I didn't even think about it and took a big step over. My sister told me to sit down, and she brought me a plate with my favorite cream on it. I thought she was going to give it to me and opened my mouth wide. "Splat", a cool piece of something stuck to my head, then my face, my chin, I knew it was cream, so I stuck my tongue out to lick it, but I heard a loud laugh. Went to the mirror and ha! In the mirror appeared a little fancy cat! My face was covered in cream, in one piece and in the other. My face was painted like a Peking Opera face paint by this "high class" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera face is not so single, pure white cream in the mirror looks like a kitten's fur, I licked the cream, why not like a greedy cat! I laughed, too, and couldn't catch my breath. I, in a flash, turned into a greedy kitten!
Childhood anecdotes, each piece is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells, holding up my colorful childhood!
Hourly I am particularly mischievous, the following I will tell you about my childhood a funny thing.
I remember once home, I saw my father is lying in bed asleep, so my little head suddenly came up with a "bad" idea, is to paint "face", of course, not on paper, but ----- in the face of my father to paint. I first find out the pigment, pen and water, and then I carefully painted a big "king" word on the forehead of my father, and then use the yellow color of the earth in the face of my father around a bunch of golden spots, so that it is a tiger full of might, after the painting I was happy for my own "masterpiece" and also for my own "masterpiece". After the painting, I felt happy for my "masterpiece" and sorry for my dad's face because it was a pity that my dad's beautiful face was painted like this. I am happy to look at their own "masterpiece" when, suddenly dad woke up, looking at his face, I laughed loudly, dad looked at me inexplicably, when he saw the watercolor paint and water all over the place, looking at me that do not mean to laugh, dad rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, when he found his face, has been painted by me into a line. When he found his face has been painted into a road, he did not care about the face of watercolor paint, he flew into the house, grabbed me is a beating, hit me is the cooing and screaming, although this incident has been a long time past; but I still remember it.
You see! I was more naughty ah hours! I'm still thinking about it now, and I think it's funny!
2. How to write a composition with a cause, a process, and a resultA funny thing
There are many funny things when I was a child, but the most worthwhile thing that makes me laugh is the thing when I was a child, when I was pinching mice.
That day, I was eating a snack in the restaurant, not far from the bag of rice next to a mouse in the sneak to eat rice, I immediately put down the hand to eat a snack, from behind the door to pick up a broom, gently close to it, while it ate vigorously, I swung the broom and immediately hit down, giggle, the mouse moves so fast, hiding inside the pile of miscellaneous goods. I think the mouse will soon come out, waiting patiently in the side. After a short while, the rat looked around and showed
out of the pointed head, I immediately picked up the broom shot down, did not shoot, the rat ran to the living room, I chased to the living room, and closed the door, but also quite lock the rat's retreat. I chased the mouse in the living room, but the living room stored sofa and
cabinet, the mouse always ran to the inside to hide, so that I can not hit, I was furious, called on the grandmother and mother to come to help fight the mouse. The mouse ran to the table and hid under the stool, and looked back at us from time to time, as if to
say: "You can't catch me, haha!" I was so disappointed that my mom said, "We'll use mouse traps to subdue this abomination tomorrow!"
The next day, my mom brought back a mouse trap and said to me, "You'll use this to subdue it tonight." I nodded, and at night, the mouse came out again, I picked up the mouse clip to hit the mouse, I did not expect the mouse to be smart a duck,
ducked away. I chased it everywhere, thinking: I don't believe I can't hit you, you rice-stealing rat, no wonder how to feel a little less rice every day, so it's you who stole it, you hateful rat have the ability to you don't run. The more I
think the more angry, said: "Mouse don't run, wait for me to catch you, have your good looks." As I was saying, the mouse clip "snapped" on my hand, the mouse took the opportunity to escape, I was caught instead. Mom saw it and asked
Me: "What's wrong?
Daughter." I said, "I didn't 'hit' the mouse." "Haha ......" Mom laughed and said, "Mouse traps are used to 'clip' mice not to 'hit The mouse trap is for 'pinching' mice, not for 'hitting' them! You put some of the cake that the mouse loves to eat
on the mouse clip, it steals food then have it to see." I realized, according to my mother said put a little cake to the clip, put the mouse trap in the mouse frequented by the place.
The next morning, I woke up, I can not wait to run to see the mouse clip, when I saw the "rice thief" was clamped, and laughed out loud, thinking: animation in the mouse played with cats, but the reality of playing with people! This story reminds me of the old man often mentioned the truth: when the hard fight can not be changed to a soft method is certainly effective.
Even though this story is a few years old, I can't help but laugh every time I think about it.
--Title Firecrackers ringing in the ears, mouth chewing seems to be very delicious New Year's Eve dinner, but still quite raw, and I do not know why, because after the New Year, we only have one semester left to leave the alma mater? Yes, can't let go, can't let go of classmates innocent smile, can't let go of the table's meticulous care, seems to be the most can't let go of, is the time. The door of my home is plastered with red spring scrolls, piercing my eyes, just five hours left, 2013 is coming.
2012 is an extraordinary year, we experienced the so-called "end of the world", but also in this year launched the "resolutely do not buy Japanese goods" boring behavior, learned to crooked neck cute, more know how to cherish time, cherish life! ...... a liquid from my face, salty, is the tears? I used to smile through the New Year, why this year, why this year will cry, I don't want to cry ...... A cluster of ceremonial flowers bloomed in the boundless night sky, the colorful fire reflected my face, is haggard? I guarded the TV, quietly waiting for the eight o'clock Spring Festival Gala, but also quietly waiting for the arrival of the new year, time, so quietly faded, is when you do not pay attention. Once again, I think of my alma mater, which accompanied me for five and a half years, and then half a year, can only say "goodbye", this kind of innocent happiness, to junior high school can be realized? ...... is about to step into the countdown, a variety of firecrackers "pop" sound constantly into my ears, I cover my head with a quilt, silent crying, why am I so attached? When the host shouted "1", my world seems to stop, 13 years old, I will step into the 13 years old, this is a kind of destiny, you want to escape can not escape.
I wandered in a mixture of sadness and happiness, I do not know, how I will be in the new year, I do not know, my childhood is not disappeared, I only know that I miss, I can not bear to ...... The corners of my eyes are wet again - this is the metamorphosis! This is the metamorphosis? Is this growing up? -This vacation is really a lot of happy things, because there is a Spring Festival. The Spring Festival is here, families are busy sticking Spring Festival couplets, buy New Year's goods ...... busy.
Our family is also busy cleaning the house and preparing for the Spring Festival. Day by day, finally came the New Year's Eve.
Early in the morning, some people began to set off firecrackers, hot and lively. In the evening, the sun took one last look at the earth, then closed its eyes and slowly hid behind the mountains.
Night crept in, casting a dark veil over the sky, and the evening was filled with lights and joy for all families. Grandpa invited our family and my sister's family to sit happily around the table for New Year's Eve dinner, to talk about the unforgettable things that happened in the past year and the harvest, to look forward to the future and so on.
After the reunion dinner, we started to observe the New Year. About 7 o'clock, the Spring Festival Gala began, our family sat in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and deafening firecrackers came from time to time in the ear.
The evening program is very wonderful: there are beautiful and beautiful songs, there are humorous and funny sketches, there are funny and amusing comedy ...... program is colorful, see my eyes dazzled. Almost to the zero hour, my father and I rushed to the balcony in one breath, took out the fireworks that have long been ready.
"When when when ......" the New Year's bell rang, fireworks and firecrackers will ring in unison. My father and I lit the fireworks tube, said late, then fast, only to hear "boom" a loud bang, a fireworks bomb rose into the air, in a flash exploded, the explosion of the fireworks as if a beautiful lotus in the air to unfold the petals, at this time, a firework from the fireworks tube erupted, like countless bright and bright meteors in the sky flashes. The sky flashed ...... sky also flashed other fireworks, some of them are like a string of pearls, some are like a shooting star, some are like a chrysanthemum, some are like a waterfall ...... let me dazzled.
A loud firecrackers, a radiant, brilliant fireworks, dancing in the sky, shining. These fireworks, all kinds of, colorful, the sky is decorated with a flower, the night sky suddenly became brilliant.
At this time, Changshu, surrounded by laughter, firecrackers, shouts, music synthesized melody, really lively! This year's Spring Festival is really happy, so I can't help but think of Wang Anshi's "New Year's Day": The sound of firecrackers in a year, the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. Thousands of households pupil day, always put the new peach for the old symbol.
[1] When the bell rang to welcome the new year, we Chinese people shouted with excitement: "The New Year is here! The New Year is here!" Ah! What a wonderful New Year! I ran back and forth in my home excitedly, unable to restrain my joyful feelings. When I ran to the side of the balcony, suddenly, the fireworks flew up into the sky, in a flash, exploded, some like countless shooting stars, some like colorful flowers, some like golden coats, and some like the golden sun, illuminating the earth as if it were day.
How beautiful! Today is the first day of the first month of the new year, and there is a festive atmosphere everywhere! Just see every house is decorated, the door pasted with spring couplets, the balcony hung with red lights, relatives get together to eat a reunion dinner, raise a glass of wine to bless the future work smoothly, learning progress, family happiness! People on the road dressed in festive costumes, dressed up to go to friends and relatives to pay tribute to the New Year. We were no exception! Mom and Dad took me to my grandmother's home to pay tribute to the New Year, a door, wow! They were all there! Second uncle, second aunt, third uncle, third aunt, aunt, uncle, and cousin, cousin, even the little sister of the "little one" also come to join in the fun! The adults are sitting on the sofa chatting, watching TV, we children together hand in hand to the room, play the "hide something" game.
Cousin said seriously: "I now announce the rules of the game is: a person will be a few small things to hide, a few other people to find, all find the person to hide things." We drew lots and finally decided that my cousin would hide the 3 Coke bottle caps.
Cousin pushed us out of the room, and so hid things on her own ...... After a while, Cousin came out with a smile and said, "Hidden, make sure you can't find it!" We swarmed in, and I thought: the easiest place to hide something is probably the most hidden. So, I carefully looked in every corner, surprisingly, there is no, in look at my little sister, drilled under the bed, *** pouting outside, little hands fumbling inside, no, she just wanted to stand up, "ah ah!" Only.
4. to "my story" as the subject matter, write a cause, after, the results of the composition, after tobetter than a loved one A grandmother of more than 60 years old smilingly hugged a little girl, sticking to the face of the little girl, with tears, said: "Children, thank you! " .
Can you believe that this is no blood relationship between the two people? Once upon a time, there was an elderly grandmother living in a simple little mountain village. She must have been about 60 years old.
She is a Hmong grandmother, very old, her daughter was not married in a car accident with her father when he went out to play. She has no relatives, can't do heavy work because of her poor health, and can't take care of her life.
Fortunately, there is a kind-hearted Han Chinese girl, she is the grandmother's neighbor, see the grandmother life so difficult to help her every day to do housework. This little girl's name is Chunchun, and she is the one who helps the old granny every day in silence.
Because her father divorced her mother, and her mother died of exhaustion. The lovely pure pure to the Hmong grandmother as their own biological grandmother, the grandmother also as she did their own biological granddaughter.
Since the pure pure to the grandmother's home, a small hut suddenly became vibrant, not like the original so dead, the grandmother for her to pay for school, pure pure not only in the school to complete their homework, but also for the grandmother washing, cooking, organizing the house. In winter, she warms the blanket for her grandmother; in summer, she fans her grandmother! In the summer, she fans her grandmother. When she is sick, she feeds her medicine and tells her jokes, so that she can be happy and cheerful every day! In the home pure pure is the grandmother's right-hand man, all kinds of work can do.
The winter came, pure pure afraid of grandmother cold, in the bed spread a few more quilts, and then picked up a small barrel filled with clothes quietly went to an old stone house for the grandmother to wash clothes. You know, washing clothes in winter is very cold, not to mention pure pure is a little girl has to wash so many clothes is not even more cold? The grandmother knew it, she secretly hid behind the door and witnessed all this, her eyes were moist, but her face was full of happy smiles.
Pure has finished washing some and is drying them on a wooden pole. There are also some that are ready to be wrung out and hung up to dry.
The grandmother couldn't help herself, and went up to Pure and hugged her.
The grandmother went up to her and hugged her, and her hands were still wet from washing the clothes.
She was a little embarrassed! The old granny hugged pure pure and said to her: "pure pure ah! Grandma loves you too much, how so cold days why you still wash clothes ah ......" pure pure is a good child, in school is recognized by the teacher as a good student, but also recognized by the students as a good example. Pure pure door homework are 100 points, she got into a key junior high school, the news came, the grandmother was very happy, but she was worried about pure pure tuition, but she borrowed money from all over the world and finally sent her into the junior high school, she thought of leaving her grandmother, the heart is very sad, she and her grandmother embraced tightly, and promised to study hard, so that in the future to make a change in the life of the old grandmother, ten years later, she did! After ten years, she did, she received the grandmother to the city to live a happy life, they looked to raise that dilapidated small cottage, the grandmother could not help but embrace the pure pure again.
This scene, how can we not let us issue "not a loved one, better than a loved one." The sentiment of their own change.
5. write a thing cause, through, resultThis question is a little too concise it.
Use a simple example, such as you did not hand in your math homework today, the math teacher called you to the office to teach you a lesson to make you redo your homework
Cause: did not do the math homework
After: the teacher found out that the call to the office
Result: to get the criticism and write the homework to hand in
I do not know if you want to know
Write something or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe something, or describe it.
When writing or describing something that has happened, there is always a cause and effect relationship so that it can be connected
All you need to do is to find out why it happened, what happened, what happened and what the consequences were
6. A 200-word essay on cause, effect and consequence"Arguing with Mom and Dad"
Parents are the closest people to us, but sometimes we don't know what to do with them. But sometimes they can't help arguing with each other over some things. You all have had the experience of arguing with your parents! Of course, I have also had quarrels with my parents, you will hear me slowly.
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One day, I was reading aloud the text, when read to the "first heard snot and tears full of clothes" when, standing by the side of the mother to listen to say: "You read it is not right, should be read shang is right." I immediately stood up and said, "No, the teacher said it should
be pronounced cháng." "Then let's make a bet, if I win." Mom smiled grimly, "You'll have to do twice as much practice for a week." "And if I win?" I asked impatiently .
"Don't worry, if you win, instead, you don't do the exercises for a week." Mom said nonchalantly . What to do? One side is heaven, but losing is hell! I don't care, I'll just follow the teacher this time, even though she's not
necessarily right. I thought to myself. "Okay! Let's gamble, who's afraid?" I said confidently.
First we looked up the word in the dictionary, and there was only shang (衣裳) but no cháng (衣裳). Mom
Mom laughed at me and said, "Do you want to give up?" "No!" I said firmly, "Clothes (cháng) may not be a word either, look up the word, maybe it will be there ." The result was found, 裳
(cháng) means skirt in ancient times, and 裳 (shang) means garment. No one can tell because ancient people usually wore skirts unlike modern pants. Isn't the conjunction of dress and skirt a garment?
In the end, we found the answer on the Internet, and I was so happy to find out that it was really pronounced "shang" (cháng) that I danced around with my hands in the air. But my mom said to me, "Son, you can insist on your own opinion, I am very happy
兴".
But it's not good to argue too often!
But it's not good to argue too often. We should be at peace with our dads and moms
7. The Cause, the Passage, and the Result of a MemoirComposition The First Time I Rode a Bicycle On Sunday, my dad bought me a bicycle to ride tomorrow. The next day, my dad helped me take the bike out . It's so nice here! The green grass, the red flowers, the lovely birds, the blue sky, it's really a good place to ride a bicycle. Dad said, "Son, get on it!" I went up with one foot first, but I didn't hold it well, and fell down before the other foot went up, and all of a sudden I fell over and fell heavily on the ground, and I said, "It hurts me." Dad said, "It's okay, go try again." I gritted my teeth and climbed up, then, one foot went up, the other foot is still the same, did not go up, I fell down again, this time, my *** suffered, I was angry with my father, said: "This bike does not listen to me, I do not ride." Dad said: "Do things with patience, little by little to learn, so you can ride. People aren't born knowing how to do everything, but they learn little by little so that their knowledge grows more and more." I had to get up again to learn, my father said: "Hold your hands steady, *** sit firmly, do not panic. I remembered these words, riding a bicycle, but, I sat steady, hold steady, just feet did not pedal well, Dad ran over, holding the car, I put my feet steady, and then, slowly ride, has been riding, Dad let go, I do not know, so, I learned to ride a bicycle in the unconscious. In fact, riding a bicycle is not difficult, as long as perseverance, I understand some of the truth, people have to learn, not born with these skills, I like to ride a bicycle.
8. Ask for an essay that writes the result first, and then the reason.Honesty is gold. I seriously, carefully scrutinized the English homework on the big great, these three words in the light seems to shine like gold. Just yesterday, after the dismissal of the group have complained about the cruelty of the tutor, I was secretly thinking about how to cope with today's homework. Suddenly, a bright idea came to me. The teacher wouldn't notice if I copied a few lines less of the neatly arranged words. I was so proud of my idea that I decided to act on it. I pulled out my notebook, grabbed my pen, and was about to put it down when a little voice in my head woke up: "Honesty is golden!" I ignored it. I didn't care if it was gold or not, I just had to finish my homework. Finally, I finished my homework and stretched my legs. I went out for a drink of water, but unexpectedly, my mom barged in and stopped me, asking sternly: "Did you copy less?" I met her gaze steadily, but my heart kept beating the drum, staring down at my slippers. Mom said angrily, "Do you know that honesty is gold? Copy it again!" "Hiss!" All of a sudden, the fruits of my labor were gone. It was late at night, and I was still writing English words under the light. My thoughts were still wandering, but my teacher was praising my work from the podium, and my classmates were looking at me with envy. I smiled, like honey, honey brewed with honesty! often remember that period of time in my study that exudes the smell of ink on the bookshelf, a photo of me and the dog Lili opened the door to my memory, can not help but break down the dike and tears knocked open the window of the heart ...... In this photo, the 6-year-old me full of juice teeth and claws, the dog Lili lying on the watermelon swallowing naughty look. That summer, my family and I took Lili picking watermelon, in the heat of the summer, watermelon and big and full, I also learn the way adults, pat here, touch there, Lili lively in my side of the joy, rolling, with black eyes measuring the watermelon, with white paws also learn me to pat, I was happy to touch the head of it, "eat watermelon Hello! "! I was so thirsty that I grabbed a piece of watermelon and ate it, the pulp slipped into my mouth, watery and sweet. Lili also eager to try, paws pressed belonging to a piece of their own, also some sea eating look. Dad took advantage of my face is full of juice, and Lili took this precious photo. Two years later, Lili was getting older and slower. Mom said, "She's sixteen years old, she won't live much longer." Tears broke out at this moment, and I held her body tightly, which was no longer flexible. Lili finally collapsed and never woke up. Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto her fur. When I think back to the time when it was picking watermelons and happily rolling on the ground, and when it was eating them, I can see it grow wings and fly into the sky. One drop, two drops, tears dripping on this incredibly precious photo, as long as you see this photo,.
9. My story junior high school essay plot attractive cause and effect write clearlyEveryone's heart treasures many beautiful stories, some of these stories are interesting, some moving. Now I'm going to tell you one of my stories, a story that I blush when I think about it. It was about the time I was in first grade ." DING ZHOU ---- "Class is over . This cheerful *** activated the brain cells of everyone who was about to fall asleep, and the students ran out of the classroom screaming with joy. I stood up from my seat in a daze... I think it's time for school to end. I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the classroom in a daze. Everyone was running around and playing, so no one noticed me as a deserter. I walked on the way home by mistake, while walking and thought, today I walked quite fast, see, others can not even see a shadow! I was even a little proud of myself, so I picked up the pace again. The summer afternoon is very quiet, only the cicadas in the branches of the tree chirping without fear. As I walked, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I slowly turned my head 180 degrees, and it turned out to be one of my classmates. She ran over to me panting, "I found you! Come on, we have a class to go to! Did you forget?" What? I read the schedule in my mind ---- ah, really unlucky, how did I forget that there is a math class! Finished, sure to be k! I apprehensively came to the classroom ---- "Report!" At that moment, the eyes of the whole class shot towards me. In that gaze, there is reproach, there is ridicule, and there is also a contemptuous smile. My face *** hot, really want to find a hole in the ground. I kept my head down, not daring to meet the teacher's stern gaze. After a long "interrogation", I returned to my seat mechanically, listening to the whispers of my classmates, my brain was a mess. It was a long time ago, but I still remember it vividly. It became one of my little secrets ---- hush, you can be sure to keep my secret yo!