2. When the class was finally over, people immediately divided into two groups. The students who lived on campus ran to the other side of the canteen, as excited as seeing their idols, vying for each other.
Students who don't live in the school rushed to the carport, couldn't wait to open the lock, jumped on the bike and rushed to the school gate at almost 70 mph, not forgetting to say "bye bye" to the security guard proudly.
A sea of people, pushing and shoving, is full of bad habits such as jumping in line, fighting and wasting food.
5. You can observe the scene of eating around you in your daily life, and then recall the scene that you may have expectations when eating, but you are anxious when waiting in line, satisfied when eating, and students in the canteen are scrambling to queue up to cook, and so on.
2. The lunch scene composition mentions the school lunch, alas ... the taste is very simple, don't mention it! It's harder to finish that dish than to go into the ground!
After attending classes all morning every day, my stomach is always growling with hunger. I look forward to having two good dishes every day, even if they are both good dishes, but it will always be three words-impossible! Want to eat something good? Wishful thinking ... take that day for example! It was Wednesday, and I was hungry as usual.
When I looked at the first vegetable bucket hopefully, it was actually the most disgusting dish in my life-fried pork slices with carrots!
When I looked at another bucket with the last glimmer of hope, I suddenly felt dizzy and saw stars … Oh, my God! Tofu again! Tell you what! Tofu in our school is famous for its sauce. Every time you smell the paste, it immediately makes you "refreshed", "ecstatic" and "relaxed" ...
It's not this that makes people depressed, but the teacher wants us to finish eating! ! My excitement dropped from 100% to-100% ... I put it off again and again, and the teacher couldn't help it any longer. Finally, let me pour the food. My satisfaction instantly rose from 0 to 100+, but immediately fell back to 0. Why? hungry ...
Besides these dishes, there are even more terrible ones! Fried shredded pork with carrot and garlic, fried shredded pork with onion and garlic and so on. Almost every meat dish has onions and garlic, which makes me "hungry" ...
I strongly urge to eat at home every semester, but my "parents and comrades" always refuse, which makes me "life is worse than death". There is only one word in my heart-dizzy ... Although Friday's fried rice is delicious, the hard part is yet to come. Every time it is rice soaked in oil, rice lined with oil.
School lunch, hey ...
3. Composition of a Busy Restaurant A busy restaurant strolled along the golden path in the morning light, glittering pearls slipped from the morning dew, and several white clouds floated across the deep sky. In this quiet scene, the light of a restaurant came on, and I couldn't wait to rush in.
The shop is very warm, and the cold in winter is swept away. The Hakkas came at once.
"Pie," I said. With a loud cry, the kitchen became busy at once.
With the sound of "wow, wow" pouring oil and "dong, dong" kneading dough, we can imagine that today's cakes will be very delicate, with the sound of "Dangdang" chopping meat, cutting vegetables, the sound of "Hua" running water and the sound of "sparse" setting dishes, and the messy sound can certainly imagine how busy they are. I was busy when a pot of tea was greeted by a pile of side dishes. Look at the smiling face of the waiter. Who wouldn't feel a little kind in his heart? No matter how much you spend, whether you are fat or thin, this is a sincere welcome from the store.
Drinking tea will make you feel very comfortable, and eating will make you feel particularly crisp. Perhaps this is the hospitality we Hetao people are proud of. Gradually, a red sun rose from the sky and lit up the world. More people will enter the restaurant.
Most of them are elderly grandparents. Their faces are full of smiles, and they have morning exercise clothes, such as swords, gymnastics sticks and basketball. Although their temples have turned gray, they are still full of youthful vitality. Now, the originally deserted restaurant is busy. The waiters are running around, sending piles of side dishes, filling the small teapot with a "bang" sound, writing down the food customers want, and fleeing back like a gust of wind.
The teacup "ding dong ding dong" was poured into the water cup, and a little hot air rose. People began to talk and laugh, drowning out the rigorous restaurant symphony.
Just as I was drinking a cup of hot tea, I heard a loud shout-"Out of the pot!" " There are eight greasy and delicious pies in a big plate, which are so big that they cover the plates riding on them. It is really tempting! As soon as the cake arrived in my hand, the smell came to my nose. As soon as the chopsticks were clamped, the oil jumped up. The plate was covered with shiny oil. I took a bite, and the piled meat was poured into my mouth, full of fresh and tender oil, and my mouth was coated with a layer of "lubricating oil". I quickly occupied two-thirds of the cake covered with small black spots.
After drinking a mouthful of tea, I only felt a warm current flowing from my throat to my stomach and all over my body. As soon as the earth's crust was lifted, the oil seemed to be called out, rushing through the crowded stuffing and flowing down. Really shiny! Alas, it is more appropriate to say that this cake is pie than "oil cake"
Gradually, the restaurant became hot, everyone was sweating and everyone was covered in oil. Shops are busy, and Hakkas eat more happily.
Words are also thrown out, wrinkles on the old man's face are squeezed, and traces of years are poured out. Grandmothers talk to each other about cooking, watching grandchildren, and grandfathers talk to each other about ways to exercise. Looking around, they are all glistening. Occasionally, one or two uncles and aunts came in and rushed to the second floor, not wanting to disturb this happy and beautiful scene.
A pie fell into my stomach, and I'm not satisfied. Let me look at the shiny plate, where joy is rippling.
4. The Last Dinner Scene Imagine Composition 200 words In the evening, at 7 o'clock sharp, my classmates and I met in a big restaurant and held the last dinner for 32 of our friends.
This meal was held in secret by us. Each of us came out without telling our parents, just telling them that we were coming out to play.
After this dinner, we will all disappear into each other's eyes. Among the 32 brothers who have been in primary school for six years, we recall that in the first grade of primary school, we entered this unforgettable class X0202 together. At that time, we were still strangers, but we were all the same childishness. The first week passed and we all became friends. The first semester passed and we all became good friends. After six years of primary school, we became brothers of warlords. Primary school for 6 years, we study together, grow together and struggle together; We * * * have experienced ups and downs and have been integrated. Unfortunately, everything has to come to an end. Yesterday we passed, getting farther and farther. We are all eager to start over, but we are only given illusions. Time will only erase reality, but not our memories and friendship. Our X0202 will live forever, and it will never disappear.
Tonight, we each drank a glass of wine, a glass of wine that we should always pay attention to. This dinner, we all think that rice and vegetables are very salty, because we eat them with tears in our eyes. The endless tears, like water, are a symbol of our friendship.
We didn't finish primary school until 1 1: 30, and ushered in a mysterious middle school. When we got home, we were obviously scolded by our parents, but we didn't regret it because we volunteered. When we were lying in bed at night, we all cried again. I cried all night, but some students still fell asleep crying. Sleep, sleep, sleep can forget the pain.
A rude man swaggered into the restaurant, sat down in a chair, ordered food and began to hum a tune leisurely.
His lyrics are so vague that even crows can sing better than him. Half an hour.
An hour, an hour and a half.
The rude man rapped on the table and shouted. The waiter on the side saw it and quickly brought a plate of peanuts.
Rough Hao Han grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them into his mouth. At this time, the dishes are almost served.
He asked the waiter to take a sea bowl and filled the whole bowl with white rice. Back to his place, he first tore off a duck leg with his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
He picked up the sea bowl again and stuffed a bowl of rice into his stomach three times and two times. Then, he picked up a bowl of soup, got up from his seat and began to drink soup.
A bowl of soup was gulped down, but he didn't seem satisfied. He simply picked up the roast duck in one hand, stepped on the chair and ate it. When his head turned to the left, a drooling duck was pulled off by the clown. Five minutes later, a shiny roast duck left Bai Sensen's bones.
Rough man's cheeks are covered with oil, and a few naughty grains of rice stick to rough man's nose. The clown patted his stomach and waddled in.
As soon as I walked out of the store, suddenly a comeback gun rushed into the store, filled all the leftovers, packed them, and then walked out. I was relieved.
This morning, my mother said to me, "Today, let's go to my aunt's new home to play!" " I am very happy to hear that. I finished my homework quickly and went out by bike with my parents. On the way, we bought some fruits and took them to my aunt's new home. Half an hour later, we came to the East Garden. My parents and I just entered menstruation's house. I see their house is very big, much bigger than mine. Moreover, there is a big living room and a big coffee table. But there is no TV at home. Besides, my sisters are there, and their parents. As soon as they saw us, they enthusiastically brought slippers and put a lot of snacks on the table. We eat together. After a while, afternoon arrived. My sisters and I went downstairs to play. We played and played. In the evening, I bid farewell to my parents and aunt, got on my bike and reluctantly left the East Garden.
Teacher's comment: The author described his visit to menstruation's home. The content of the composition is very simple, mainly about the appearance of his aunt's house and his own mood. The narrative of the composition is smooth and the structure is clear. However, for young writers, it is best to focus on one point and highlight the theme of the composition. The sentences in the composition are also fluent, not bad, keep working hard!
7. The annual Spring Festival is coming. In other classes, teachers dress up as colorful decorations and spend the Spring Festival Gala together. Very lively, and our class is no exception. "Happy New Year, Happy New Year, we sing and dance." With this cheerful "Happy New Year", the party began. Two hosts, Li Yuchen and Cai Qing, walked onto the platform with the music. First of all, let's enter the first link: talent show-each shows his or her abilities. The essays brought by Zhang Ran, Buyao, Hou Xiaoyu and Zhang Shuo will make you deeply infected. Mainly playing with a few children who found 100 yuan on the road, they waited for the owner where they found the money, instead of taking the money for themselves. The host was very grateful and repeatedly praised them as good teenagers who never lost money. In the future, we will be like them and be a good boy who never forgets money. Ma Enze's "Open-the Flower of Honesty" shocked the students greatly. He mainly talked about several concrete examples to show the importance of honesty. What moved me most was that a principal promised his students that he would climb home from school if their reading volume reached 10,000 words this semester. By the end of the term, students can read10,000 words. They didn't forget the promise made by the headmaster. It snowed heavily that day, but the headmaster didn't forget his promise to the students, so he climbed home from school. In fact, he could have explained to his classmates that they wouldn't let the headmaster climb home because of the snow, but he didn't. He is an honest principal who keeps his promise, and his behavior has left a deep impression on the students' hearts. Let's enter the second section: communication platform. The students set a goal for themselves and wrote it on the blackboard. You see, 1 has become the best class group in the school. Study hard and get the first place in the school. Red flag of hygiene. The first and fourth teachers in the school behave better than when the teacher is away. Zhang Haoran, Xue Fan and Yin Xu sang "The Fire of Youth" for everyone, and their sonorous songs seemed to bring the students into the realm of fantasy. The cherry blossoms sung by Han and Li Yang are even more fascinating.
The students also wrote their wishes to the teacher on the blackboard: smooth sailing, smooth work and eternal youth. Unconsciously, the bell rang, and the Spring Festival Evening came to an end in the laughter of the students.