It's been a mess everywhere recently, even in our class. A few days ago, something special happened in our class. \x09 \x09
The story goes like this: that morning, several students quarreled for some reason. They quarreled louder and louder, and everyone was very excited. At this time, one of the students actually lifted the bucket filled with half a bucket of water at the health corner and buckled it on the head of another student. The student immediately became a drowned rat, soaked from head to toe, with his hair sticking to his face and still ticking. She burst into tears. At that time, the students were surprised to see this scene. No one knows what to say. The classroom was so quiet that even the needles fell to the ground. It was a long time before everyone remembered to dry the wet student as much as possible. The teacher came in the fourth class and severely criticized and punished him after learning about it. \x09 \x09
After the whole thing happened, I think they should have quarreled and fought over a trivial matter. We can't ask others to have the same view as ourselves in life. We should have the idea that "sticks can hurt me, but what others say can never hurt me". We have been together for more than 60 years, and we will graduate in less than a year. We should cherish our time and friendship. Try to make a good impression on each other. Even if there are any contradictions, we should be patient with each other. We shouldn't quarrel over trifles. We should tolerate everyone. No matter what you do, you should keep a good attitude of "taking a step back and broadening the horizon". So I hope these students who have disputes can reach out and hug first, get each other's understanding and spend the last year of primary school happily.
2. Today is Women's Day on March 8th. I want to prepare a present for my mother. When my mother was at work, I thought and did manual work, but I didn't know what to do. Painting, but I don't know what to paint ... Finally I decided to watch TV for inspiration, but after watching it for more than an hour, I didn't remember anything.
The clock is ticking, as if to tell mom that she will be back soon. I think I might as well send a book to my mother. But I rummaged through the bookcase, and I didn't see a book that I could give to my mother. I thought of sending a pen to my mother again, but I couldn't find a pen that I thought was suitable. I thought and thought, rummaged and rummaged, but I couldn't find the gift, as if it were playing hide and seek with me.
Mom will be back in half an hour! I watched it again and again, hey! I found an inspiration, that is, to send a piece of candy to my mother, wishing her life is sweeter than honey. But as soon as I open the candy can, I eat a candy every day. I just finished eating it yesterday. Hi!
Mom will be back in fifteen minutes. What should I do? I suddenly thought of my schoolbag. Recently, I have made progress in my study. There are many assignments in my schoolbag that record my progress: I got an A in my composition "Visiting Chen Academy", I got an a- in "Learning to Stir-fry", and I got a b- to A- in my handwriting ... I arranged these assignments neatly. As soon as my mother came back, I held my homework in my hand and solemnly handed it to my mother: "Happy holidays, mom!" " "My mother was pleasantly surprised and said," This is the happiest Women's Day I have ever had. "
Write the most special thing I have experienced in my life. On a sunny noon, my mother and I went to my aunt's house in Xinfeng City by bus.
There are many people waiting for the bus on both sides of the road. One of the girls caught my attention. She has a flat face, bright eyes and a high nose in Zhang Wenjing, especially her dress is so decent. She is beautiful and a little elegant.
Beautiful! It's everywhere! Just as I was thinking this way, the bus came and it was full of people. Hardly had I stood in front of the window when the car started. When I went to buy a ticket, I saw an old man saving money. After everyone bought the tickets, the car was calm again.
"Hey, whose wallet? Who lost his wallet? " A handsome and tall young man asked loudly, and a woman said, "Oh, it's mine. I dropped it when I paid for the ticket just now. "
I looked up and it turned out to be the girl just now. She reached for the money. The young man said, "If you want it, you have to give me 20 yuan and I will pay you back." The young man's words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the passengers, and people were talking about it. Without further ado, the girl took out 20 yuan's money and gave it to the young man. She stopped and ran away.
"Uncle, this 20 yuan is yours. Here you are." This every move makes the people in the car puzzled.
"Uncle, when you just saved money, you lost 20 yuan. The girl picked it up when you didn't pay attention. I didn't expect the wallet to fall out when I bent down. " The young man explained to everyone, so that's it. Everyone woke up from the mystery.
"Yes, young man, you did the right thing, which not only took care of her face, but also sounded the alarm for her ..." An old man praised.
As a foreigner, it is no wonder that she doesn't understand the quality of our believers. From this incident, I know that a person can't look at his appearance, and the beauty of appearance doesn't mean the beauty of inner beauty.
This is really an unexpected thing.
What I am most proud of is writing a composition. Since I am sensible, there are many things that make me proud.
This incident, which I am most proud of ... it was on a summer night that my mother asked me to help her buy medicine. I took the money and went out to buy medicine.
The street was quiet and nobody was there. There were lights all the way, but after a while, I came to a dark street. There is no light here, as if I had just been painted with black paint. I was about to take another street, but only this street leads to the drugstore, so I had to bite the bullet and go in.
I walked carefully on the road, where it was quiet and I could hear my breathing. There seems to be a lively rabbit in my heart, jumping up and down, as if to jump out. Just when I was caught off guard, I suddenly saw a ghost with long hair and a big mouth, just like the one on TV. My feet have been shaking with fear, and my hands are weak. I was about to turn around and "climb" back, thinking that my classmates used to laugh at me as a coward. I can't be laughed at by them anymore. Today I have to prove that I am not a coward.
So, I stamped my foot, stabilized myself, turned around, pointed to the ghost that was terrible to me and said, "Come on, I'm not afraid of you!" " "The ghost seems to have been shouted down by me and stood there motionless." Haha, are you afraid? I am not afraid of you. "
Although I say this verbally, I am still a little scared. I looked at that terrible ghost, looked at it.
A few minutes later, I was sweating with heat. At this time, by the faint moonlight, I saw a wooden stick beside me, so I took the wooden stick and said to the ghost, "Let's have a fight." With that, he shot at the terrible ghost.
With a bang, the stick was blocked by something. When I look carefully, it turns out that the so-called ghost is a small tree. I am most proud of this, because I overcame my timidity.
One of my favorite things this winter vacation is setting off firecrackers. On New Year's Eve, as soon as I got up in the morning, my cousin and I found many useful firecrackers in front of our house.
My cousin and I were picking it up. He told me, "Firecrackers and fireworks are all made of nitrate. Today, let's make a small invention and make our own fireworks. " So we went to someone else's door and carried a big bag.
Then, we came to a clearing and couldn't wait to act. We set off firecrackers; Nitrate pile; Remove the lead.
Finally, a lot of nitrate and a long lead connected by a short lead appeared in front of us, and there was a big firecracker at the other end of nitrate! We started making a fire, and my cousin told us to stand far away and watch the fireworks.
My cousin lit the fuse with a piece of incense, and then our hearts hung up. Hey, how's it going? Oh! It turns out that the lead is short and can't be connected! We hung our heads.
After a silence for a while, my cousin suddenly said, "We can use paper towels instead of leads!" " "We are busy again, and it will be finished soon. We are waiting for the result. Tension spreads and our eyes move with the flames.
Finally lit the nitrate, and the pile of nitrate began to splash beautiful sparks. Ah, the fireworks are so beautiful! The fireworks lasted about five seconds. In the meantime, we all held our breath. At the last second, firecrackers sounded and we all cheered, because it marked the success of making fireworks this time.
This winter vacation, our children are most proud of fireworks production! Because you don't have to buy fireworks in the future! We can pick up the scattered firecrackers and make beautiful fireworks for others to enjoy! One thing I am most proud of is that there are many small stars in the Milky Way in my memory, some of which are radiant; Some of them are eclipsed, and one of them is a star I will never forget. I remember that it was the third grade. Every time after school, I always saw many children around the grocery store to buy snacks.
I envy them very much and want to have a try. When I got home, I told my mother what I thought.
I thought my mother, who had always loved me, would agree, but she said sternly, "No snacks, how dirty the canteen is, it will spoil your stomach." I know my mother's temper, and I dare not say more. I rushed back to my room.
I lay in bed sulking: others don't get sick if they eat it, but I will get sick if I eat it. Just because I don't believe in evil, I felt something was wrong after breakfast that day, and my stomach ached faintly.
Because I don't believe in evil, the next day, I went to buy a pack of "dried bones". "Wow, I didn't expect it to taste so good, spicy, heavy and cheap. It's really' cheap and good'. If I had known it was so delicious, I would have bought it. "
I thought to myself. So on the third, fourth and fifth days ... I went to buy snacks almost every day, and I was in good health, and I almost became acquaintances with the clerk.
Finally, my biggest worry happened. After breakfast that day, I felt something was wrong and my stomach hurt.
In the third class, I finally couldn't help it. It seems that there are thousands of horses tumbling in my stomach, which is quite uncomfortable. As a result, I couldn't help it, so I called my mother to take me back. As a result, when I went to the hospital, it turned out to be colitis, which may be caused by eating indiscriminately. Alas, it's all because I don't listen to my mother and am greedy. Really wrong! The next week can be described as "life is worse than death" without exaggeration. I have eaten bitter and drunk bitter Chinese medicine, and I rolled in bed with pain. These physical pains don't matter, but I can't go to school and my homework can't be achieved, which really taught me a profound lesson.
At this time, I remembered what my mother said at that time and felt that she was right. It's just a canteen, and the quality of things cannot be guaranteed.
Besides, eating too many snacks is not good for our health. I repeatedly said to myself, "Don't think about eating snacks, don't think about eating snacks ..." After school in the afternoon, many students gathered around the canteen to buy this and that.
The attractive food packaging and the smell of food floating in my nose made me a little shaken. Just then, "Don't think about eating snacks, it will affect your health ..." This sentence rang in my ear again.
5. One thing I am proud of.
Son, you must have something to be proud of. Now let me talk about what I am most proud of-I am a little dance teacher, and I am proud of writing. A few weeks ago, our class held a squadron activity of "Love Walk with Me". Mr. Tang, our head teacher, gave me and Luo a glorious task to teach several female students in the class to dance "Good Dad, Bad Dad". From the beginning, Luo Yang and I thought about how to make the dance simple, beautiful, lively and lovely. Later, Luo and I choreographed all the dances at home and then practiced them several times at home. When we got to school, Luo and I called all the dancing students together, lined up after class and said to them, "1, 3, 5 and 7 students learn from me, and 2, 4, 6 and 8 students, while dancing, a classmate asked me," Wang Zixu, I have some beautiful moves. Can you see them? " When I heard this, I quickly said, "You have to think about the whole group. If everyone is like you, how can this dance go on? "When practicing, some classmates didn't do well, so I corrected them one by one. So again and again, again and again, the dance was finally arranged, but I was too tired to breathe. Later, at the squadron meeting, our performance won warm applause from our parents. My heart is full of sweetness. Every time I think about it, my heart is always full of pride, and I know that it is not easy to be a teacher. I have to study hard to be worthy of the teacher's education. One thing I am proud of is writing 500 words (/) for primary school students.
6. Write something I am proud of. I am most proud of her and left an indelible impression in my life.
It was this incident that strengthened my courage and inspired me to move forward. Or it makes me extremely proud.
It was a hot afternoon, and the sun hanging high in the sky was so serious. This kind of life is very comfortable for others, but it is very annoying for me.
"Confucius, learn and practice, not bad? Is it not delightful to have friends coming from distant quarters? Ignorance and dissatisfaction are not gentlemen? " "Yes" and "Not bad!" This is the Analects of Confucius. In my opinion, this is a wordless gobbledygook, which is beyond my power. "It's so annoying," I sighed.
I am a lively and cheerful little boy. Ever since I met the Analects of Confucius like my enemy, I have been unhappy and have nothing to say. All this is because our hated Chinese teacher made me recite the Analects of Confucius all day. It seems normal for teachers to recite The Analects.
But for me, it's harder than going to heaven. A small word, even a small symbol, seems to be joking with me.
Always bullying me and not letting my eyes look at them seriously. Every time I read a word, I get restless. Sometimes I think, "If only I could do magic! I can use magic to deceive the world or use magic to put all the knowledge in the book into my head, so that I can recite it backwards. With such magic, is it still difficult to get a small copy of The Analects? Ha ha ha ... when I was immersed in that sweet dream ... "Wu Hanlin, Wu Hanlin, can you recite it? "Familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ear.
"ah! It turned out to be Mr. Luo, the Chinese teacher, and all my thoughts suddenly turned into a pot of porridge and chaos. " Oh! I can't recite it yet! "I didn't even think about it, so I said this sentence from my mouth and confronted the teacher.
"Oh, no! The teacher will definitely criticize me. " I suddenly woke up in my mind, only to find that I said just now that I wouldn't recite the Analects of Confucius, and the teacher would definitely say me.
My heart suddenly went haywire again. To my surprise, the teacher stared at me gently with hopeful eyes: "Be serious and believe the truth that' read a book a hundred times and miracles will happen'.
Nothing is difficult, as long as you are willing to climb, nothing is impossible, just depending on you to overcome it. If you can't overcome yourself, how can you overcome it? The teacher believes that you will succeed. You should get up from where you fell. Work hard! "After listening to the teacher's heartfelt words, my heart as cold as stone actually began to warm up, as if it were melting, and an unspeakable force came to my mind. Maybe this is my motivation to forge ahead! So I used this surging power to complete The Analects. At this time, I put it on my back, feeling what a classic sentence it is-Confucius said, "Review your past and learn new things, and you can be a teacher." "
As long as you keep reviewing, you can find new content, you can become your own teacher, and slowly understand, you can find how philosophical this sentence is! So I made good friends with this once naughty Chinese character. I am no longer so strange, but so familiar and excited. Treat our life the same, no matter what difficulties we encounter, we can't give up. We must overcome ourselves in order to overcome difficulties. This is a sentence that I am proud of.
No matter what difficulties I encounter in my life, I will take this sentence as my courage and strength to overcome them. I believe that my future life will be very happy and relaxed. I believe that the experience I have learned from this incident will accompany me all my life.
A 600-word composition will make me proud all my life.
7. Write a composition (about 650 words). What has happened to you that makes you happy, proud and happy? What makes me proudest? I have experienced many things since I can remember, but one thing is deeply rooted in my mind like a tree root. When I was more than 7 years old, my mother organized a Laiyuan mountain climbing. My mother took me there. This car runs well. I got off the bus. The air here is much fresher than in the city, which is refreshing. We can't wait to climb the mountain. The roadside scenery is beautiful, colorful wildflowers are in full bloom, and several butterflies are flying around. But we all forgot to see the scenery and devoted ourselves to climbing the mountain. I feel a little tired after climbing for a long time. Looking back, ah! Only climbed a small part; Look ahead, there is still a long way to go. I can't help feeling disheartened and don't want to climb any more. Seeing me like this, my mother deliberately said, "Otherwise, let's stop climbing and go home!" " "I thought to myself," Is it too cowardly to give up so soon? "No, you must insist!" So I continued to climb. The sun in the mountains was particularly poisonous, and soon I was sweating profusely. But I insist on not giving up. I don't know how long it took, but I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. I thought there would be many colleagues from my mother at the top of the mountain, but I was surprised to find that I was the first to climb to the top! Only a few tourists are talking about this land. Looking at the waterfall and the clear mountain spring under it, there are several colorful fish swimming around. I reached out to catch them, but they swam so fast that I couldn't catch them. At that moment, I was full of pride Soon, I wondered why I was the first. It turned out that those people lost confidence later. On the way to the top of the mountain, they either sit down or have something to eat and drink. Only when I am not afraid of difficulties can I succeed. When the water drops from the waterfall splashed on my face, I felt I was a brave man.
8. Write a composition about life 1 Sitting quietly in the corner of the room, recalling the bits and pieces in my memory. Don't listen to the sound of cars, selling and playing outside the window. Let your heart calm down at this moment, without any distractions.
For me, this is another quiet day, and another day I hate. The pace of time keeps turning, bringing my heart back to the starting point of memory. There, it is a carefree world, a forbidden area that France and Egypt can never break into. Full of laughter, sweetness and happiness! I really long to stay in that holy land forever, so that my heart can sleep here forever and not participate in external disputes.
What is life? I often find myself inexplicably.
Every time, I am strong in wandering and loneliness, and every time, even if I am injured, I will not cry again. Because of my life, I need to be quiet on blue days, and I must learn to follow it all the time. No one can tell you what real life is. Only you feel it with your heart. We living people don't need to care too much about winning or losing, and everything goes with the flow, otherwise what awaits us will be unexpected results! Life is fair to everyone, and so is everything it gives us. Don't care too much about money, honor and status, let everything develop freely and face our life with an optimistic attitude. That's enough. You know, people's pursuit is endless and unworthy. Everything is faced with a normal heart, and everything is bound to have another satisfactory result.
Life tells me to open my heart, accept everyone around me and never blindly pursue success. ...
Life is like this. If you care too much about winning or losing, you will often lose even worse. If you care too much, the more you lose; Too much expectation of wealth, poverty is getting closer; Fate is a snobbish goddess. She doesn't care about those who obey her, but she especially cares about those who don't care about her.
I finally understand that success is very important to me, but the more I look at it, the more tired my heart is and the heavier my soul is, and my life will fall unconsciously. Let me have a normal heart, don't think too much!
Remember, be normal!
9. I am most proud of writing a 450-word composition. In the garden where I grew up, everything was beautiful flowers. I am like a sapling, growing up under the care of Grandpa Sun and Mother Earth, but I have experienced many things. Some make me feel sad, others make me feel happy.
When I first entered the campus, I always looked at my big brothers and sisters with envy. The red scarves on their chests fluttered in the wind. What good air! How I wish I could wear a red scarf like them and become a real young pioneer.
Finally, my wish came true. In Chinese class that day, Mr. Zhang smiled and walked onto the platform and said to us; "Today, the red scarf form is issued, and the students who send the form will become young pioneers!" When the teacher handed me the form, I was so excited that I thought it was a beautiful dream!
A few days later, I sat in my seat reading a book. Suddenly, a classmate leaned in my ear and said, "Today, I send a red scarf!" " ""really? ! "After listening to his words, I smiled from ear to ear. I don't know how happy I am!
The bell rang and the teacher took us to the hall. A host came on stage and taught us how to wear a red scarf. I learned it at once. Then the host asked several big brothers and sisters in grade four and five to put red neighborhood towels on us. ...
I realized my wish, my heart was sweeter than eating honey, my face was filled with joy, and I thought, "I must be an excellent young pioneer and become everyone's pride!" " "
Now I am a third-grade student. Whenever I see the red scarf on my chest, I will be very happy! Very proud!