We live in a happy campus all day long, where many interesting and funny things happen every day. School
From the classroom came the teacher's crisp chanting and the children's loud books. On the playground, students are walking and running with neat steps; in the physical education class, students are playing happily and joyfully!
In the classroom, students are so engaged in learning. The math teacher was patiently explaining math problems to the students, the language teacher was explaining the text to the students with great interest, and we were reading happily! In music class, the teacher is singing with the students, and their songs are so melodious that people can't wait to dance! In the art class, the students are taking the paintbrush and drawing freely on the paper, drawing vividly and wonderfully. The students are also studying seriously. Look! Students in the classroom is how serious ah!
In the classroom, we are also alive and well. Don't look at us in class is very honest, but after class is like a monkey! You catch up with me, like a bustling bazaar. Girls in the shuttlecock, jumping ribbons, hide-and-seek ...... boys naturally play the game of catching people, or skateboarding ......
Look, the students of the campus life is rich and colorful!
2. Character detail description fragment 150 words
The old man selling hemp ball (fragment)
It was a very sunny Sunday morning, I was still waking up as usual by the abominable sound of hawking, I use the quilt to cover my head tightly, the heart do not mention how ruthless this old man, it is rare that there is a day off, and do not let a person have a good sleep, it is really abominable! Suddenly, in the ear-piercing sound of hawking, came one after another lark's cry, crisp and pleasant, melodious, my heart can not help but move, anyway, can not sleep, why not go out to look at the morning scenery, by the way, to see what kind of old man, how the craft, so I lifted the quilt, nimbly dressed up. I took some change, out of the house, hey, good clear day yo, the sky is blue and sunny, my heart all of a sudden also cheerful. I followed the sound of hawking to find the old man selling hemp dough, far from seeing an old man was surrounded by a large group of children, I thought, no wonder every day to hawking, the original business is good. I hurriedly walked a few steps closer to see, the heart can not help but be a little surprised, I sell hemp ball in my mind is a full body stained with oil, sloppy and dirty people, did not think that the old man in front of him he wore a washed white old uniform, but up and down neat and decent, seemingly capable of spirit. I secretly produced a few good feelings, handed over the change in his hand, said: "Give me two." The old man took the money with one hand, the other hand picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag, clip out two hemp balls into the bag and said mildly: "Careful, hold it well." I took over, took out one, took a bite, it is really fragrant and crispy, excellent taste, great flavor, I can not help but like him, carefully measured him: weathered face leaving a road of wrinkles engraved by the years, the body is tough, the face of the child is always overflowing with a friendly smile, no wonder the children surrounded by a large circle, no wonder the children are so willing to eat, no wonder every day to hawking yo! I am full of cozy eating sesame balls back to walk ......
3. To 150 words of detail description fragmentsI instantly reached out and broke a wing bone of the butterfly, and then threw the wind turbine on the ground, stepping flat. In terms of length and strength, he was no match for me, and I certainly won a complete victory, so I walked out proudly, leaving him standing in despair in the hut. ----Lu Xun<; kite>
He was already in the living room, his clothes were full of wrinkles, I suddenly yelled at him: why do not undress to sleep? Only after yelling did I stupidly realize why I had forgotten to help him take it off before going to bed? I turned around in immense shame and got him a comb for his hair, he obediently sat down and let me straighten his short, dark, hard hair, and soaked a towel in water and clumsily and stiffly wiped his face and shaved off his newly grown beard. ----<; finally admit that you have aged>
He climbed on top with two hands, two feet and then upward shrinking; his fat body to the left slightly tilted, showing the appearance of effort, when I saw his back, my tears quickly flowed down. I hurriedly wiped away the tears. I was afraid that he would see it, and that others would see it. When I looked out again, he was already holding the vermilion oranges and walking back. When crossing the railroad tracks, he first put the oranges on the ground, slowly climbed down, and then picked up the oranges and walked. When we reached this side, I rushed to assist him. He and I walked to the car and put the oranges on my leather coat. Then pounced on the dirt on the coat, as if his heart was relaxed. ---<; back>
The square kite flying people can be a lot of people, there are standing to fly, sitting to fly, and running to fly. I saw them all looking up with their mouths open, holding the spool in one hand and pulling the long line in the other, with their eyes fixed on the kites they were flying.
Speaking of winter, suddenly thought of tofu. It is a "small pot" (aluminum pot) white boiled tofu, steaming hot. Water rolling, like
Some fish eyes, a small piece of small pieces of tofu raised in it, tender and slippery, as if the reverse white fox coat. The pot was on the "foreign stove"
(kerosene gas stove), and the stove was smoked black and black, the more the white of the tofu.
It was night, and the house was old, and even though the lamps were lit, it was still dark. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. "The stove was so high that my father had to stand up, tilt his face slightly, look into his eyes, and reach into his chopsticks to pick up the tofu and put it on our soy sauce plates. We sometimes did it ourselves, but the stove was too high, and we always sat back and enjoyed it more. This
wasn't a meal, it was just fun. My father said it was cold at night, so we ate it to keep everyone warm.
We all love this kind of white-water tofu; as soon as we get to the
table, we look at the pot with bated breath, waiting for the heat, waiting for the tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks in the heat.
Another winter, I remember the night of November 16th in the lunar calendar, I sat on a boat in the West Lake with Mr. S. P. Mr. S. had just arrived in Hangzhou
to teach, and he wrote to me in advance that "we are going to swim in the West Lake regardless of the fact that it's winter". That night, the moon was so beautiful that it still shines on me. The night before was a "moon day"; maybe there is something special about the moon in November. It was after nine o'clock, and we seemed to be the only rowers on the lake. There was a bit of wind, and the moonlight shone on the soft water; the reflections were like freshly calendared silver
subjects. The mountains on the lake are only a pale shadow. There are occasionally one or two star lights at the bottom of the mountain, and Mr. S said in two lines: "The star lights
recognize the fisherman's village, and the light ink lightly describes the distant dai trace." We don't talk much, only the even sound of the oars. I gradually fell asleep.P Jun
"Hey" a bit, only to raise his eyelids, saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to go to the temple; it was Amitabha's birthday, and it was quite busy there.
The boatman asked if he wanted to go to the temple, and it was quite busy there. When I arrived at the temple, the lights and candles on the temple were brilliant, filled with the sound of the Buddha's wife chanting, as if I had woken up a dream.
More than ten years ago, S. still often through the letter, P. heard that the transformation of several times, the year before last was in a special tax bureau to collect special tax
, and then there is no news.
A winter in Taizhou, a family of four. Taizhou is a mountain town, so to speak, in a big valley. There is only one two
mile long street. The other road is simply not very visible during the day; the night is pitch black. Occasionally, there is a little light coming out of the windows of people's houses,
and there are torches carried by the walkers; but that is very rare. We live at the foot of a mountain. The sound of the wind in the pine forests on the mountain, and the shadow of a bird in the sky
were all that mattered. We were there at the end of the summer, and left at the beginning of the spring, as if we were always in the middle of winter; but even in the real winter it was
not cold. We lived upstairs, and our study was on the main street; and we could hear people talking on the road very distinctly.
We were passers-by, except for going to school, we often just sat at home. I'm not sure if I've ever been to the same place before, but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work for you," he said.
It's always winter outside, but it's always spring at home. Once I went to the street, came back, downstairs kitchen window open, side by side
next to their mother and son of three; three faces are with an innocent smile to me.
The world was empty, and so were we.
The world was empty, and so were we.
The world was empty, and so were we. At that time, it was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out of the house, full of self-consciousness.
Now she died almost
four years ago, but I still remember her smile shadow.
No matter how cold it is, windy and snowy, when I think of this, my heart is always warm.
Zhu Ziqing winter
4. Detailed description of the fragment 150 wordsDetailed description of the fragment The sky is dark, the horizon is slightly blue, but the kitchen light has been lit.
She struggled to open her eyes, though the snoring coming from her ears made her close them again and again - even for a minute more. No! Can't let the kids be late for school.
She opened the refrigerator, weighed out an egg, cracked it nimbly on the pan counter, and lit the gas burner by hand, cracking the egg into the pan. The milk in the fridge was still cold, and it would be cold to go out in this weather with cold milk.
The noise of the microwave, she thought, would wake the baby - so she put the milk on the radiator so it would be warmer. The child's alarm goes off, and she serves the eggs on a plate, carefully sprinkles some salt on them, and sets the milk and bread on the table so that the child can have breakfast as soon as she enters the dining room.
The child got up, passing through the living room, a breath made him look toward the sofa - the mother's gentle breath in the early morning like a familiar fog in the alley, her warm hands slowly flowed with care and hard work intertwined river .......
5. Detailed description of the essay (I was late for school) (50 ~ 100 words)That day, my mind was blown
The rain outside the window surplus scattered, I looked at the gray sky in the light rain fog. A drop of rain will live in the dust of the matter into a wisp of light smoke, blend floating in the hazy drizzle. In the smoke, that buried in my heart the most sincere and flawless touch, as if playing a movie in front of my eyes emerged.
It was a gray rainy day, and the pedestrians on the street left in a hurry. The willows by the side of the road were listlessly fluttering their sparse leaves, lowered their heads, and appeared to be insignificant in the sharp rain. I stood under the eaves of the house to escape the rain, quietly staring at the gray sky.
Suddenly, a ragged beggar caught my eye. He was clad in old, tattered clothes, a head of disheveled hair drenched by the rain. The bleak eyes against the wrinkled, world-weary face of the thin and rough, like the barren Gobi, dead. Her scaly feet were bare, stepping on the cold road, walking with a twist. Just like a small helpless bird, in the wind to support the wings, but can not fight against the cold Wei.
He moved to a sudden stop and looked down - it was a broken and shriveled can, clattering in the wind and silted up against the smooth, shiny road. He was stunned, paused for a moment, gradually bent his thin back, stretched out his hands, which were shriveled like twigs, and carefully, trembling, picked it up. He tugged at the can so tightly in his hand that it was almost pressed against his chest, and then stepped forward, step by step, gravely. He saw the garbage cans, eyes like a sigh of relief, gently, solemnly put it into the garbage cans, and then with a satisfied mood, dragging the thin body, gradually gradually, disappeared in the hazy rain.
6. essay on details describing military training 150 to 200 wordsMilitary training not only cultivates people to have the spirit of hard work and endurance, but also hones the strong will of people.
There is a quote from Su Shi: "Those who established great things in ancient times did not only have the talent of the world, but also had the will of perseverance and perseverance." This quote means that the door to success is never open to the strong-willed people, and it can even be said that it is only open to the strong-willed people.
The military training in my mind is full of reprimands from the instructors; the military training in my mind is a tense and hard ensemble; the military training in my mind is more often than not, the collection of hand whistles, and the pouring rain under the big collection, strict training; the military training in my mind life hundreds of times in my mind, flashing in front of my eyes. But I am still full of joy and confidence to embrace my long-awaited military training.
In the military training, it is very bitter and tired, but this is a life experience, overcome self, exercise will of the best opportunity. Although there are unspeakable sweet and sour in the heart, in the hot sun under the exposure, the skin becomes dark, but this is not a kind of happiness, a better towards the goal of life, the courage to move forward, and add a perfect self confidence? I started the real training with confidence.
The instructor patiently guided again and again instead of harsh reprimand. The training ground is not only our neat pace, but also our loud and clear slogans, but also our loud and clear military songs.
Standing military posture, gave you the body of the children of the Yellow Emperor's unyielding spine, but also gave you the infinite perseverance of the Dragon's heir. Practice turn, reflecting the active and agile thinking of human beings, but also the greatness of collectivism.
Do not accumulate drops of water, not to become a river and sea. Without the efforts of each of us, it is impossible to have a complete, high-quality squad.
Every action of the training has made me y appreciate the power of unity, the power of cooperation, and the importance of team spirit, which I believe will benefit me throughout my life, no matter in which position. In fact, in their own life, should also be printed full of a road of their own footsteps, even if the road is full of thorns, even if the road every step is so muddy, so bumpy, but also have to let themselves to step on, to step on, to grope, to march! I think that the road is the real self portraits, never a bit of false pretense.
2 Over and over again boring action, a sentence and a sentence shall not disobey the order, a set and a set of daunting discipline ...... day of military training finally students originally all kinds of good ideas one by one shattered, and replaced by blinding sunlight, salty sweat, sore limbs, which is the military training for us! Physical quality, will belief, organization and discipline of the test. "Not after some of the hot sun baked, which get steel will become", think of the valiant soldiers are defending the border, think of the Olympic athletes are fighting, think of all the efforts for our happy life today in all walks of life of the ordinary people, what is this bitterness of ours? However, after all, it is the first time in the mother's womb, a variety of ideas to experience is always there, then let's listen to the "suffering" of the first year of high school students is how to say it: Lv Yaohui: before August 15, military training is a temptation to me, yearning for its *** and adventure, looking forward to wearing a uniform, become a valiant female soldier! .
Some people say: military training is very tired and very hard, but I do not think that it is not just stand, walk, run a few kindergarten will be the action? It's not a piece of cake! Some people say: a good mindset as a kind of training, but also a kind of improvement. I am also proud to think that I am so optimistic a girl, what to be afraid of.
Now, I finally "dreamed" to wear a fat and big clothes and pants, sickly stood in the sun is about to be burned soft plastic field, "enjoy" the instructor "gentle" scolding sound. "enjoy" the instructor's "gentle" scolding sound. Stand, how simple an action, I am tired of gritting my teeth, the beginning of the handsome and dashing instructor gave us a downward spiral, it turned out that a common station there is so much to learn, stand and stand, I was sore legs and waist, all of a *** sit down, beads of sweat kept dripping, lend evidence of my suffering and tiredness.
I didn't realize that the bitter is still in the back, at ease, turn left, turn right, and so on a few small movements will be completely defeated, simply more difficult than the function of XYZ in algebra. The sun constantly test our will, sore hands, stiff feet, pain, sticky, simply with the eighteen layers of hell is no different, people have an urge to run home to enjoy the shade of the air conditioning, but I have to hold on, if you fall down or give up, can you afford to be yourself? The most horrible thing is the 30 minutes under the scorching sun military posture, we have to endure both the torment of the stomach to demonstrate to us, but also have to endure the body everywhere pervasive pain.
Soon, some people fell, I'm dying, the eyes began to blur, can only vaguely see some shadows, slowly brain a black, I saw the teacher, the classroom in front of me, I almost collapsed, but there is a conviction in my head: to hold on, just a moment. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
After a day, what feelings, looking back, in fact, it is still worth it, it is serious about our discipline, so that we understand the pain and fatigue, refining our will, inspired our fighting spirit. If we have suffered such pain, what else would we be afraid of? In the end, I strongly hope that I can stand until the end, to be a flower that does not fall.
Xu Ke: put on the uniform, put on the military cap, look at the mirror in the male and male gas high self, the heart of the joy is immense. Welcome the cool wind in the morning to the school, to the military training, there is a kind of inexplicable yearning.
Military training has finally begun! My God!!! The drenching sweat washed away the once-exciting, weak hands and feet, plotting a conspiracy of soreness. Lazy Hou Yi ah! Why didn't you shoot down this tenth sun all together in the first place? Now it is smugly grinning over our heads, drying us into fresh mummies with its vicious heat.
Dizzy! Dazed and confused, we did one move and vaguely heard that we were going to run. Run on the run, usually not a lot of the two laps of the distance, now but more than the Monkey King's ten heels and farther, feet on the runway but it is like stepping on cotton, I do not know what is going on just feel a soft foot, a blank in the mind ...... The next thing that happened I know but do not know, experienced and as if I have not experienced, and now to write this article! When, touching the hand of the fall only suddenly realized: Oh, it turned out that I had the first time in my life fainted! Is military training bitter? Bitter! The first time I saw this article, I realized that it was the first time I had ever fainted in my life.
7. describes the campus details of the composition,"the last row" is our class border, sparse, harsh climate. So "good students" avoided it, "trouble makers" wanted it, and I sat in the "last row" before I could figure out which type of person I belonged to.
A test before the summer vacation, I accidentally lost the Jingzhou, lost the city, the ranking is flying straight down three thousand feet. Distant Lingnan ah, suddenly become my "backyard", but I do not have Su Dongpo's bold and unrestrained, can not chant "day bite lychee 300, do not quit long to do Lingnan people" of the wonderful sentence. When the teacher announced the news, there was a kind of "the end of the world" feeling, two eyes, dizziness, tinnitus, really can not support.
Raise your head and raise your eyes, and the ones who care about me are all a few poor performers in the class, "troublemakers". The window was on my left hand side, and the cool breeze blew away the mist in front of me. A few of the "troublemakers" looked at me with a wink and a wink, and the "natives" sent their unique greetings.
"Hey, Blackie, don't look so down in the dumps. The light here is bad, but the air is fresh; the grades are bad, but the mood is not bad!" Cai comforted me with dialectics.
"Yes, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, not just did not do well! There's always next time!" Chen's triumph of the spirit, listen, quite reasonable.
We have been laughing and joking on the surface, laughing and cursing in the classroom, but in the dark, we are also working on it! A Cai in the quilt with a flashlight to memorize the words, the old Chen in the dormitory sleep often issued "I got", "I succeeded" sound. Looking at their sincere eyes and self-deceiving smile, I have confidence again.
In a physics class, the physics teacher with a non-standard Mandarin said a question, but no one in the class will do, as it happens, I did, I raised my hand, but also desperately shaking, but the teacher said: "Ugh, how no one to answer it?" I was disappointed, no! It's not that the teacher didn't see it, it's that the teacher thought the "good students" couldn't do it, let alone the "bad students". I have not put down my hand for a long time ......
A semester has passed, I also left the "last row", and at the same time, there are also special iron A Cai and old Chen. Of course, the same number of people also "shot down".
"Do you want to talk them out of it?"
"Yes, we are not just passers-by, but fellow travelers through thick and thin."
We walked to the sighing students: "Here the light is not good, the air is fresh; bad grades, the mood is not bad!"
Farewell, my exile, you let me bear the aggression, through the storm.
I anyway copied this can be seen in the past, our front and back seat as the same as the accident