I walked to the door of the composition interest class. When I opened the door, I was shocked by the embarrassing image in front of me: tables and chairs were messy, chalk dust and shiny pieces of paper were everywhere on the ground, and chalk and plastic bags were everywhere. I thought to myself: why haven't I seen you for weeks, and the classroom is like this? As soon as the students came in and saw the classroom, they all turned away.
How can we create a good writing environment in such a mess? Everyone finally decided to clean the classroom well before class. So the action began ... first, the division of labor.
Because male students are stronger, let them set the table, set the chair and tidy the table. Because the female students are meticulous, they are responsible for sweeping the floor and cleaning the table.
After the division of labor was completed, everyone was busy. Male students struggled to move the table, and the table kept creaking; Female students carefully swept the floor, and soon the "snowflake" was cleaned up.
Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the careless male classmate accidentally dropped the chalk dust on the ground! Female students kept blaming him, blaming him for destroying their own labor results, although male students kept apologizing. Male students had to sweep the "regenerated snowflake" on the ground into the trash can by themselves.
Female students see this, no longer care about, knowing smile. When the teacher came, she was surprised to find that we were sweeping the floor diligently.
But the teacher didn't come in. She stood at the door and looked at us with a smile. She interposed a few words of praise from time to time: "You are so careful!" "Very clean!" Or give a few pointers: "It's not clean enough here." "The table here is not very good!" Like a commander, directing our labor.
Finally cleaned, the classroom at this time is very different from the classroom before cleaning: the clean floor, tables and chairs are placed in order, and there is no chalk dust on them, which is in sharp contrast with the original classroom! Watching them work hard, the students all smiled happily.
2. Write a character composition by combining front description with side description. My mother is the person I am most familiar with.
My mother is of medium height and has short black hair. There are bright eyes on a smiling face.
My mother taught me to be honest from an early age and not to take advantage of others. This happened to me not long ago, and I will never forget it.
At noon that day, I came home from cram school and was exposed to the burning sun. As I walked, I kept fanning the wind with advertising paper, but my sweat kept rolling down.
At this time, I found my mother shopping downstairs. I quickly ran over and said to my mother, "Mom! It's so hot today that I'm dying of heat. I want to buy a popsicle to eat. " My mother said to me, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles."
Then he picked up his wallet. When I came to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a 100 bill from her purse and gave it to her aunt who bought a popsicle. After my aunt found the money, my mother and I didn't count it, so we hurried home.
When I got home, my mother counted the money and said to me, "Hello? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get 95 yuan back? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are very confused, so they go to 2 yuan. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "We should send two more dollars back, and don't covet other people's petty advantages!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles. "
Say that finish, my mother braved the scorching sun and returned the 2 yuan money to others. When I was sleeping at night, I was lying in bed, thinking about what happened during the day, and I understood a truth in my heart: to be a man, we should start from bit by bit, and we should not do things that are sorry for others because of the petty advantages in front of us.
This is the person I know best-mother. A kind and honest mother.
3. Composition: Write the person you are most familiar with, with a positive description and a profile description ~ 1. I remember the teacher vividly. Today's weather is so warm that people seem to be back in summer. I came to school and sat in my seat as usual. The students in my class were in chaos. It was not until the bell rang that it was a little quiet. There will be a new Chinese teacher today, and there is a lot of discussion about this teacher and students. I heard from other teachers that this teacher is a beautiful woman, who seems to have just graduated from university, is a writer's association and a talented woman. The students held their own curiosity to guess what kind of person the new Chinese teacher was, and it was not until a light footstep fell that I caught my attention. This teacher is really beautiful and exquisite, but she looks more like a glass doll and is very cute. The new Chinese teacher is surnamed Xu. She is wearing a dark blue women's suit. I can see at a glance that the suit she is wearing is not quite the same as that of other teachers. She is wearing a suit, not a stewardess. She wears a very beautiful pure white eye, which consolidates her knowledge. All the idioms that are good for a girl were searched out in my mind. When she came in, my classmates began to talk about her again. Teacher Xu only wrote three big characters on the blackboard, Xu, Xu. She whispered three words "Please be quiet". As soon as her voice fell, she slowly recovered her former calm. Then xu teacher began to introduce himself and communicate with his classmates. From her words, I have appreciated her profound talent. In just one minute, the new Chinese teacher was very happy to integrate the students.
No matter what details the fragments of memory become, I can clearly hear xu teacher's voice when I throw them. Xu teacher always makes us laugh when giving lectures, and every smile is always a pleasure when giving lectures. Xu teacher likes to quote some books to us when giving lectures. It happens that those books are exactly what we like to read, so she will use them to lure our interest and discuss with us. Xu teacher not only tells us about love, but also likes to watch fantasy and cultivate immortals. After listening for a while, I was surprised to find that xu teacher, an "old man", always talked about her old man's house, which made us laugh. Xu teacher always played some jokes when he started his class with us until the end of a semester. Then we all got used to it. Maybe every teacher's classroom style is different. My composition has always been good. Xu teacher commented on my composition in class. She asked me to read my composition aloud in front of the whole class. I didn't refuse, just a little surprised. I finished reading my article successfully. As usual, I always feel a sense of pride every time I am shown off by my teacher. After reading it, I heard xu teacher's familiar words again, but this time xu teacher said something slightly different, but she called me "Lai Ren", which made my face flush for a while. The blush spread along my neck and burned my heart. I am a little shy in the face of so many classmates, and I feel as if I have fallen into a deep quagmire. In this way, after listening to xu teacher's words that made me smile, the teacher added some colors of laughter. Xu teacher took a fancy to me and said that I had a great talent as a writer. She always encourages me from time to time. Finally, when I graduated from high school, I brought her a trophy. She cried, which is the crystallization of teacher Xu's teaching and efforts to me in recent years. She cried softly. It's my first time to appreciate Mr. Xu's weak gas, Mr. Xu. My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.
My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age. I remember one thing, which I will never forget.
It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down.
I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles."
He picked up his wallet. When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.
When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They are looking for more 3 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the hot sun of * * * and sent 3 yuan money to others.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. Mother is so honest. Motherly love is as sweet as a mountain spring, nourishing every child's heart.
My mother gave me endless happiness and happiness with selfless love. Speaking of my mother, she is an ordinary person, with a nose, two ears, hands and feet. In the eyes of others, she is an ordinary person, but in my eyes, my mother is an extremely extraordinary person.
Mom has an extraordinary pair of hands. She is like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain. My mother's hand is like a lamp, illuminating my future. When I fell asleep, my mother was knitting a sweater for me with a light on. When I woke up, my mother kept knitting me a sweater. I once let my mother sleep. My mother only said "I'll stay up late", so I believed it and continued to fly freely in that beautiful dream.
The morning star has lit up, and I am gradually waking up from a deep sleep. I saw my mother knitting me a sweater with red eyes. I was moved to tears, and my mother worked day and night for my warmth.
Students, I like rainy days. Do you prefer sunny or rainy days? If I say I like rainy days, then I think many people will say, "Are you crazy? This kind of question is also asked! What is good about rainy days? It is wet everywhere. How inconvenient it is to go out? " Yes, rainy days are not good, but I still hope it rains every day.
My father gave it to me. My father is the stationmaster of the town forestry station. He has nothing to do on weekdays, reading newspapers and drinking tea.
But several forest fires since last year have completely disrupted my father's life. Besides, my father seems to be neurotic. As soon as he hears the phone, he will jump out of his chair.
We all make fun of dad. Laughing at him is a bit of a fuss. Dad admitted that he was too nervous! But if * * * rings again, dad will jump up again.
Hey! Who can blame this? Isn't it the fault of those who use fire casually in the wild? I remember once, the whole family ate together, chatted for a while and then went back to their rooms to sleep. I don't know how long it took, but that urgent phone call pulled me out of my dream. I vaguely heard the sound of someone coming downstairs, then the door opened, the door closed and the motorcycle motor.
Soon, everything was calm again, and I had another sweet dream ... I woke up the next morning and found that only my mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Hey, why don't you see dad? On weekdays, who gets up first is dad? But today ... I can't help asking, "Mom, where's Dad?" Mother said softly, "Your father went to put out the fire again last night. He didn't come back until four o'clock in the morning and was still sleeping.
Keep your voice down and let your father sleep more! ""Oh, no wonder, I heard someone go downstairs last night. I thought it was a dream! " "By the way, where is the fire?" "Dongshan village! It seems that a local villager burns ash in the mountains to make fertilizer during the day and still burns it at night. Besides, the mountains are really dry these days, and the flames burn when the wind blows. Fortunately, I found that the rescue was early, and then it was really unimaginable! " Mother said earnestly.
After a while, my father came downstairs. I was surprised to find that my father lost an eyebrow and a bunch of hair in front of him, as if he had been bitten by a mouse. This must be a souvenir of last night's fire fighting! Looking at my father's funny appearance, I laughed until tears came out. But dad still doesn't know what I'm laughing at. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said hoarsely, "Silly boy, what's the happy event in the early morning!" " ""Of course there are happy events. We have a single-browed warrior in our family, haha! "... but to my surprise, in the days after that, my father was seldom as energetic as before. From time to time, I find that he is missing a few locks of hair or holes in his clothes, but it is often on sunny days.
Students, do you understand why I like rainy days now? Here, I sincerely appeal to you to pay attention to the use of fire in the wild for the happiness of thousands of families in Qian Qian.
5. Write a composition with the front and side descriptions of the characters. 300 lovely younger brothers.
I have a three-year-old brother. He is very cute. A pair of eyes like black grapes, a clever mouth and the appearance of a "little gentleman" really make people fail to see that he will do naughty and ridiculous things.
Just a few days ago, my mother was very strict about snacks because my brother was sick. Especially sugar, his mother seldom lets him eat it. He will pretend to be indifferent when he sees other children eating candy, but when he gets home, he will always say to me, "Sister! I want to eat sugar. " Seeing his pathetic appearance, I took advantage of my mother's absence and took out a pack of rubber candy I bought at noon from my schoolbag. My brother couldn't wait to tear open the bag with his teeth and sat down on the sofa to eat.
Looking at him like a little greedy cat, I was distressed and happy, and secretly said to myself, "Brother, don't get sick, or my sister will regret it." My brother doesn't care what I think. He has lost his gentlemanly demeanor and chewed cotton candy.
Before he could think much, his younger brother spoke again: "Sister, is there any gum?"
"Sister just bought a pack, and you have finished eating. When you are all ready, my sister will buy it for you, okay? "
"Oh," my brother walked away disappointed. I didn't think much, just watching TV alone.
But not long after, my brother came to me again, holding half a pink eraser in his hand, frowning and saying, "Sister, your gum is not sweet at all." When I saw it, I was frightened. I grabbed the eraser in his hand and quickly asked him to spit out his food. "quick! Spit it out. This is not sugar. It's an eraser, spit it out! " I was relieved when I found that my brother didn't swallow the eraser.
It turns out that this naughty brother went to my study to find candy again. He ate the little white sponge I just bought, which looked pink and gave off an eraser with an attractive fragrance like cotton candy.
He still frowned, and he couldn't tell the sugar from his hair. "Sister, this rubber candy is more fragrant than the candy you just ate, but it is not sweet at all." What he said, E799BE5BAA6E79FA5E98193E4B893E5B19E313335316439, made me laugh and cry. I pretended to be serious and said, "Don't eat indiscriminately next time!" "
This is my brother, a naughty and lovely brother.
6. Describe a person's article from the front and side. Wang Yike of Class 3 (2) took four plastic cups in his class today. Two of them are full of water, and the other two are not. Let's guess. What is he going to do? At this time, the classroom is very lively. Some guess that he will do experiments, some guess that Mr. Zheng paints with the water in the cup, and some guess that he makes ice sculptures with the water in the cup. I guess Mr. Zheng might want to do a magic trick. As a result, no one guessed that the teacher wanted us to suck the water from the cup with water into the cup without water with a straw and hold a competition to see who smoked more and who won.
The game begins, first by Hu Qinyu and Zhou Kaixuan. A drag on Hu Qinyu, Zhou Kaixuan also not to be outdone, but perhaps Zhou Kaixuan's method is wrong, he is obviously defeated.
I am the next student to take part in the competition. I wonder why they both smoke the same, and Zhou Kaixuan seems to smoke faster than Hu Qinyu, but how can Hu Qinyu win? I took a closer look and found that Zhou Kaixuan's two cups were far apart, while Hu Qinyu's two cups were next to each other. So I am smart enough to think that I will win this time.
I was very happy when I played, as if victory was waving to me, but somehow I still lost. I wonder, how did Hu Qinyu win the second winning streak? How did I lose? Our methods are similar. I still suck from the outside of the straw, which is easy to absorb water. How could I lose? Then, Jiao Yang also lost. I never thought that Hu Qinyu's method was more scientific than ours. It turned out that she blocked the straw with her finger, and the water lost its gravity and would not fall.
But we didn't expect it. No wonder she can beat us. Hey! One small step, an everlasting regret! If there is such a competition next time, I must think more and come up with a better way to win.
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7. Who will give me a composition that combines positive description and profile description to write characters? My classmate.
(Write a composition combining front description and side description)
Little friend, do you know her? She is tall and thin with long hair and always wears a ponytail. When she walks, her ponytail with a bow is dangling behind her head, which is very beautiful. A pair of flexible and keen eyes, flickering. The melon face is white and red, and the cherry mouth with a high nose looks more beautiful. She is my classmate Wen Wen.
Wenwen's personality is as quiet as her name. Then don't underestimate her! Singing, painting and reading are all her hobbies, especially painting, which is amazing. Bright colored paintings are all from her little hands. They are really beautiful. In the last issue, her paintings won many prizes! Reading is another of her hobbies. As we all know, Wen Wen cherishes time very much. Even if she is ill, she will not forget to take a book to the hospital. I really want to learn from her.
Besides studying and drawing carefully, Wen Wen is also a very helpful classmate! There is a female classmate in our class, whose grades are very poor, and few classmates play with her at ordinary times. After class, Wen Wen took the initiative to go to her seat and told her to read the text, solve math problems and recite English words. Even the teacher praised her as a good child! Quiet students, I want to learn from you
8. Write a composition with a positive description and a side description. There is a little girl named Du Fu in 300 villages. She has a red face and long eyelashes. She stood there like a blooming flower and walked around like a lively lamb.
Little girls often pick all kinds of flowers on the hillside with friends, weave them into gorgeous garlands with dexterous little hands and wear them around their necks; Sometimes I put red flowers in my black hair. The wind blew, and the petals on the tree fell to the ground. The little girls squatted down, picked up the petals, stood by the river and scattered them in the middle of the river.
How happy the children are when the clear sea water floats forward with colorful petals! Du Fu pointed to the green peaks and light blue rivers ahead and said to his friends, "Look, how beautiful our hometown is!" " .