The first 1 of Zhou Ji's composition has a holiday, which is so exciting for most students, but for me, there are joys and sorrows, and there are ups and downs. Perhaps this is the joy of my life, and it is precisely because of them that I have formed my colorful life. From: composition daquan is on holiday!
After working hard for a semester, I finally came to the end of the final exam and finally ushered in the long-awaited summer vacation. When I entered the summer vacation, I was flying in the blue sky like a trapped bird, soaring in the sky by myself, just like a tiger in a cage being released into nature and running in the forest. I am free again, with a big smile on my face. After two days in this carefree life, our parents tied us up and locked us at home, doing homework, reviewing our lessons and signing us up for summer cram school. This gave me a headache and I had to sigh helplessly. I learned to cook. Growing up, I ate delicious meals cooked by my mother every day, but I never cooked them. No, my mother is teaching me to cook these days! My mother sat in the room "directing", so I did as my mother said. I haven't cooked, and I can't even cut vegetables. After some efforts, I finally learned some skills, and the first meal I cooked was very popular with my family. Now I practice cooking every day, which not only exercises my ability, but also reduces my mother's burden. It's killing two birds with one stone. I am very happy for this, and my family also congratulated me on learning to cook!
Rogues in society are really getting more and more rampant. Dare to come out in broad daylight and blackmail us little people. No, I was blackmailed by a punk for ten dollars yesterday. Fortunately, I'm smart. I brought twenty dollars, said I only brought ten dollars, and finally I left half of the money. But looking back, I wonder if I was too careless, knowing that the hooligan who was "seven points like a man and three points like a ghost" stood there trying to extort money. Why didn't he just waltz into prison? Finally, we can only use one idiom to define ourselves: "carelessness". What does "carelessness" mean? I don't know exactly. The Dictionary of Idioms published by Harbin Publishing House, 13 1 page, the third line from the bottom, is interpreted as carelessness. But after reading the meaning, I think it is a bit inappropriate to use this idiom here. Because of "carelessness", it emphasizes the attitude of doing things. But I used another form of "carelessness", which greatly violated the language and the words in grammar were not properly collocated. But I really can't think of anything better than "carelessness" If, after a few years, my article becomes an immortal masterpiece. Please understand-just as you understand that it is obviously wrong to write "messy" as "messy" in the famous article of XX, but in order not to make the author lose his talent, the masters have made notes on "messy" at the bottom of the book: "book" and "loan". ......
In life, have you ever done something badly because of carelessness? Of course, not long ago, I read a story in a magazine: the payer of a company added an extra zero to the check, and finally, the company could not supply the manufacturer, so it went bankrupt. And I still owe a lot of money. What does this example show? Explain that in normal times, we are "careless" in doing things, which is the result of carelessness. If the payer of the company can be more careful and serious when paying by check, won't their company face the "danger" of bankruptcy? Maybe, it will get stronger and stronger. Who would have predicted such a thing? Writing here, I remembered a sentence by Zhuangzi: Everything is difficult, so it is easy. Great things in the world must be done in the details. What he wants to express is that when you encounter something that can't be solved for a while in life, you should turn it into a simple thing and solve it one by one; When you meet something that is particularly important to you, don't be sloppy, be patient, think through your brain, and then do it seriously. Han Feizi once said: A dike of a thousand feet collapses in the empty nest. A room 100 feet high was burning with sudden smoke. I think, whether it's Zhuangzi or Han Feizi. They are all telling us not to be "sloppy" and to be careful. Only in this way can everything be done cleanly without leaving any flaws.
Well, I deserve it. Earning is a masterpiece. What do you think, editor?
The second classroom on the west side of the third floor of the teaching building is our Class 37. This is a spacious and bright classroom.
Pushing open the red lacquer wooden door, the empty classroom is neatly arranged with seven rows and eight rows of tables and chairs, just like a train is preparing to take us to the paradise of knowledge. Sitting in the seat, looking up and looking forward, there is a lecture table in front of the teacher. There is nothing on the table. The teacher is correcting homework on the desk. The blackboard in front is where the teacher gives us a lecture. Over the past three years, delicate words, fair formulas, beautiful pictures, beautiful notes and profound teaching have been left on this big blackboard ... it seems that we are sitting in a chair listening to the teacher now. There is a back blackboard with extracurricular knowledge and famous sayings on it. There is a cupboard under the blackboard, and some sundries are put in it.
My classroom is not only a paradise for knowledge, but also a big family.
The fourth article of Zhou Ji's composition is very windy! How cold it is! I really want to be the north wind. Why? Because I can fly to the sky, and I can be good friends with winter, but remember! Children need more clothes to keep warm when playing with me. Next, I will explain the process of traveling in the north wind. I go to the other side of the globe to see foreigners every year. Every year when I come back, I will see the mountain wearing a white suit, but the tree is naked. I also saw adults and children wearing thick coats in the streets, and many people were eating hot pot. Speaking of which, my mouth is watering! Ah! Going to eat hot pot! I'll eat it all when I get back! I'm back! I will continue.
My rabbit will change its hair in winter. If I were the north wind, I wouldn't need to fly. If I were the north wind, all the children should like me! Because it may snow when I come, almost all the children like it, just like me. Snow is really fun! The north wind is also blowing fast. Oh, it's amazing! Beifeng is actually very happy. There are many friends around him, such as windmills and wind chimes.
I think the north wind will come to town and say, "Hoo hoo-you are so happy!" " Everyone can eat hot pot. "If I really want to bite it, I like you, Beifeng!" ! North wind, although I don't know your mood, I can tell from the size of your wind. Goodbye, North Wind! Goodbye, my friend! Please don't forget me! See you next year!
Zhou Ji Composition 5 Saturday should have been a safe and happy day to go to my mother-in-law's house, but this Saturday is gloomy and scary for me, because I have to go back to my mother-in-law's house by car alone.
After the English class, I hurried downstairs for fear that I wouldn't get on the bus. When I first arrived downstairs, I took a look at the direction of departure. Suddenly I saw a red dot coming towards me. Without thinking much, I ran to the station with all my strength and never looked back. When I ran to the station, I found it wasn't a bus. I was so angry that I turned on the light in broad daylight. I wandered around the station and the bus didn't come. Uncle replied, "There is one at 10: 20." I looked up at my watch. It's only seven ten.
It took a long time for the bus to arrive. In a flash, I was like a hostage targeted by a bad guy, and the door opened. I quickly got ready to get on the bus. The driver looked at me with fierce eyes, as if he had forged a deep hatred with me. Everyone in the car stared at me as if they were all trying to assassinate me with knives in their hands. I quickly found a seat, my heart was racing and my head was sweating. My heart is like fifteen barrels. Sometimes the car is too busy to hear the birds outside, and sometimes it is so quiet. They seem to be discussing how to assassinate me. I'm always on my guard. Every second I spend here seems like a year. My feet are shaking. Suddenly a terrible idea flashed through my mind. Could it be a black car? I was so nervous that my heart seemed to be in my throat. One minute a little old man came up, and the next minute a big man came up. It's chilling to move casually. Is this man who came up here an accomplice in the crime? What about me? It seems that the meat on the chopping block is being slaughtered. I usually fall asleep as soon as I get on the bus. I've been fidgeting today. Keep your head down for fear of being seen.
Great, we're almost there! What robbery, theft, love, I'll be safe as soon as I get off the bus! I was about to leave this troublesome place when the car pulled over. I breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed out in three steps, and pushed aside my doubts with joy. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw my mother standing at the station waiting for me with a smile on her face.
I have to sigh how time flies. Almost in the blink of an eye, another week has passed. I can't think of anything memorable this week. Every day is just a simple thing I repeat over and over again. Maybe this is the life I should live. I think the only thing worth talking about this week is Thursday morning. As usual, I got up to eat and dress for school, but after I walked into the classroom and put down my schoolbag, the monitor on duty suddenly came over and said with an evil smile, "You are late!" " Oh, no, how could I be late? But the reality is always so cruel that I am speechless and can only wait for punishment. Whoo-hoo, for the first time, it was cheaper for me this time, so I wrote a text description of 1000 words (scientific name evaluation). Scared me to death. I want to punish me. For me, reviewing such things is even a small case. Although I have never written a review, I often see other students write reviews and occasionally give advice to others. Slowly, although I have never written a review, it is not enough for me. In fact, the most important thing is that I prefer composition, and the level of composition is still good. It can be seen how important it is to learn composition well! Sure enough, after the third class, the self-criticism of 1000 words was finished. When I handed this review to the monitor on duty, his eyes were wide and he looked at me with a look of "review expert". I turned away with a bad smile. Although I simply got rid of the censorship, I was still unhappy. After all, review is not a good thing, and writing it is not a glorious thing. The better you write, the more wrong you write, the more wrong you write, and the more flawed you write, reflecting that you need to step up education. After all, review is different from composition. Generally speaking, writing a composition will add luster to you, and writing a comment will discredit you. Cherish life and stay away from review! (Don't blame me for tampering with the advertising words) This is really going to be a "heartbeat memory". After this painful memory, I really remembered it. Go out early after school, and don't be late! Otherwise, the comments are waving to you!
The goddess of time doesn't care about us. Time flies too fast. There are still five or six days before the final exam.
I have a lot of homework recently, and I have to write silently every day, which makes me go to bed at 9: 30 in the evening and get up at 6: 43 in the morning. Moreover, I haven't had a day off these days, so I use my class time to do my handwritten homework, avoid the pressure at noon and in the morning, and go home to review at night. I can't despise English this time. My English grades have been declining recently. I downloaded English review materials and language test papers, so I need to practice more. Maybe all the questions I have done on the test paper will pass the exam.
Come on, sprint and work hard! I want to take the time to review in the last time!
Zhou Ji Composition 8 "Oh, here we are." After an hour's cycling, we finally reached our destination-Lion Mountain.
As soon as everyone got off the bus, they began to fight for firewood to cook. Because we don't know how to cook, we naturally have to do the rough work-moving stones. When I saw a flat stone, whether I like it or not, I immediately reached out and moved it. I tripped on the road because the stone was too heavy. Fortunately, the "base camp" is not far away, otherwise I am really tired.
We tried our best to stuff the firewood, because we didn't know how to light it, so we turned on the lighter and stuffed it into the firewood. But the match didn't light, and my fingernails were burnt black. There is no way. We changed our strategy, wrapped the paper in the restaurant on the firewood, and then, hey, it really caught fire.
This time, you can start burning. However, after another wave of unrest, Brother Yan made trouble again. No way, our motorcycle had to go in with this tear gas and start burning ham sausage.
Thanks to the concerted efforts of Qi Xin's Qi Xin, the water finally boiled. Then, we opened the instant noodles and went down immediately. Who knows, let's put the seasoning essence into the pot together. This time, we were crazy, but this time, we cooked the noodles, which were spicy in the mouth and sweet in the heart.
The most interesting thing is to cook crabs. We lit the fire, put down the crabs and poured water. Because the crab feels hot, it begins to move. Zheng Yunan found it interesting and took off the lid. But it was not cooked for a long time, so we put the lid on. After a few minutes of steaming and stewing, the crab is cooked. After eating, the meat is tender and delicious, like eating delicacies.
How time flies! We went back at once. We are a little reluctant to go. On the way, we have been talking about this exciting event.
Zhou Ji Composition 9 Some people like the picturesque Baiyun Lake, some people like the majestic Qianfo Mountain, some people like watching the sunset, but I like reading. My parents led me to immerse myself in the library since I was a child. When I was at school, my parents taught me to read and tell me stories.
I am 1 1 year old. I'm not tall and I don't study very well, but I just like reading. Books are my friends. I can't change the habit of reading. Sometimes I am fascinated by reading. When I have nothing to do at home, I will find some books such as picture books and extracurricular books. Sometimes you have to read a book when you go to the bathroom. I often stay in the toilet for a few minutes, and I have almost finished all the books at home.
In warm spring, the sun is particularly bright and the weather is fine, but I am sick. Today happens to be a party. I thought to myself: I will take this time and ask my mother to buy me a book. My mother agreed and bought me a story about animal wars. I am very happy. I lay in bed and looked at it. Now I know all the stories in it. Although I like reading, I don't like bookkeeping. The book crumpled in less than a year.
On a hot summer day, I was doing my homework when suddenly a cool breeze blew from behind. My mother had a book in her hand and said it was for me. I can't put it down. My mother asked me to finish my homework before reading it, so I have to do my homework first. After I finished writing, I sat on the sofa reading a book.
In the fruity autumn, the whole family went to work, and I was the only one at home, looking at the books I hadn't finished reading yesterday. My father came back and said that tomorrow was my birthday. I didn't think what gift menstruation would give me, so I said, "Give me a composition book." I didn't expect my aunt to really give me a composition book. I think this birthday is particularly meaningful.
In the cold winter, I still sit on the sofa with a book and watch-
I am such a child who loves reading. I have an interesting science teacher. He likes taking classes, playing games and telling jokes with us. We all like his class. He is very responsible. The science teacher surnamed Gong is about 30 years old this year. He often changes clothes. His eyes often radiate amiable eyes. His ears are so sensitive that he can hear everything in class. He often tells that classmate not to talk in class with his glib tongue.
In class, if a classmate doesn't understand some questions, he will repeat them over and over again until he understands them. If a classmate talks about a problem, he will say in his loud voice, "Don't talk, don't talk!" " "So the students will stop talking.
Once, the student spoke again, and the teacher said, "Don't talk!" " "We replied," Don't say anything! " The teacher said, "Listen to the teacher!" We said, "The teacher is obedient!" The teacher laughed with us. Once, a classmate caught a cold, had a stomachache and vomited again. The teacher immediately took her to the infirmary and called her parents. After that classmate got well, he bought a gift and decorated the box, which read: Thank you, Teacher Gong! May you be healthy forever! The teacher was very moved.
The science teacher is very kind to us, cares about us, loves us and likes us very much. I like science teachers very much, so do my classmates. We are very grateful to the science teacher for teaching us knowledge and bringing us happiness. I sincerely wish him health and happiness every day.
Zhou Ji's composition 10 When I was sorting out my schoolbag this afternoon, I found that the composition I wrote every week was one in the east and one in the west, which was very messy. I thought to myself: this is also the result of my labor. It's a pity to lose it. Suddenly, my heart lit up: why not make these scattered compositions into a composition collection?
Yes, just do it. So, I quickly collected those scattered compositions and sorted them one by one according to the content. Then, I took a piece of white paper with a 10% discount as the cover of the composition set. I also drew a slam dunk master on the cover and asked him to encourage me to make progress in my studies like him. I also gave the composition collection a nice name: childhood composition. When I look through the composition collection, I will experience the infinite fun of childhood. Then I compiled the catalogue according to the page number, which is more convenient to use. The final process is to draw a small illustration for each article, which is also the most difficult, but I am still full of confidence. I opened all the extracurricular reading materials, referred to the illustrations above, imagined, processed and borrowed them, and drew them one by one with crayons. Looking at the paperback composition collection I made, I was full of joy with pictures and texts.
Binding essays is really fun, tiring and interesting, which can not only help me accumulate materials, but also cultivate my imagination!