My excellent composition 1 If you ask me, what is my wealth? I will tell you without hesitation: self-confidence, this is my wealth.
I always thought I was the best. I don't admire Zhao Wei, although her acting skills amaze me; I don't worship lev tolstoy, although his anna karenine fascinates me. I don't worship Edison either, although I am writing under the electric light invented by him now; I don't admire Lincoln even more, although he liberated slaves and safeguarded human rights. Because, I think, if I do it, maybe, no, I will do it better than them, beyond your imagination.
I am confident, and I never regret my failure. You will get satisfactory scores in every exam, and occasionally you will be dissatisfied. I don't fail like other students in Jin Doudou, but I'm still happy, because I believe I will do better next time.
I am confident, so I am happy. I am never sentimental, making much ado about nothing, I have a sunny personality, no sadness, no trouble.
I am confident, but I am not frivolous. I know that no one can succeed casually, and setbacks on the road of life are inevitable. I believe I can overcome it. I believe that sunshine will always appear after a storm.
Self-confidence is the most precious wealth in my life, more priceless than money. I will always keep this confidence and let it accompany me from one success to another!
My excellent composition 2 Hehe, I still remember that when I was in the sixth grade, a new classmate came to our class. When the teacher arranged the seats, she separated me from the lively and lovely Yang Menglan and let me sit at the same table with this new classmate. At that time, we were speechless and reluctant to part. Sometimes I can't understand what she says. Well, I just have to listen to the teacher's orders.
Gradually, we became best friends and haven't introduced her yet! Her name is Cheng Yifan. She has big watery eyes and a pair of white glasses on her small nose. Her red mouth is very cute ~
Cheng Yifan has many advantages and his academic performance is very good in the class. We get along very well. When she asks me a question, I will explain it to her and she will listen carefully. She also has some shortcomings, such as sometimes quarreling with her classmates, but only for a while. When she first came, her English performance was average, because she always played in their school's English class and didn't listen very much. But through her current efforts, her grades have also improved.
Don't mention how reluctant I was when I sat at the same table with her before, thinking: How can a teacher do this? I don't know her well. Why should I be with her? But now I regret my previous thoughts. Now we are good friends and deskmates who talk about everything. Other students always envy us. (hehe)
This is a good deskmate who is gentle and kind, from speechless to talking about everything!
My excellent composition 3 Hope! In fact, everyone has his own hope, and people live for hope. The stone sparks the fire of hope, illuminates the road in the dark and illuminates the long road, which is the road of hope. On the road of hope, there are many unexpected windfalls. Hope blooms at that moment.
A moth is looking for food. In the dark, he tried to find food. Finally, it found food under a spider web. Maybe hunger got carried away and flew on, but I didn't notice the existence of cobwebs. As a result, he was entangled in the prop net.
This means the end of life. In a sense, it's just waiting for the spider to come back from a busy day to see something delicious and have a good meal. But who wants this? It struggled desperately. Fortunately, the spider hasn't come back yet. This is the greatest gift from God.
Ten minutes passed ... half an hour passed again ... it was weak, and it relaxed its struggle. It is sleepy, but it knows deeply that it won't wake up when it falls asleep. But there is a force supporting it and keeping it awake. That's the light of hope. In the darkness, there is such a ray of light, that is, the light of hope. It took a rest and continued to struggle, and the fire of hope in its heart was burning.
Encouraged by hope, after countless struggles, it got rid of the spider web and gained freedom. Hope blooms at that moment.
Life is the same. After you are in a desperate situation, hope is the hand to help you out. Hope blooms at that moment when it helps you get rid of darkness and see infinite light.
I think everyone must have a wish, and your own wish is your overall goal. Let me introduce my wishes to you.
My wish is to be an artist when I grow up. I don't need to underestimate this position. Can help you clear your worries. For example, when we are bored, we can draw a beautiful picture to relax; When we are very upset, we can look at our previous works and say to ourselves, "I paint really well." When customers complain, everyone gives their previous works to customers, which makes them full of praise. Being a painter has many advantages. Maybe you will become a famous painter one day. In fact, now I have stepped into the road of becoming a painter. Because of my good painting, I was selected by my teacher to perform on the stage on several children's days on June 1, and I was very happy to hear my classmates applaud me. Now I am a little painter, drawing blackboard newspapers for students. In fact, I want to thank a teacher, Teacher xxx. She has always encouraged me to go on with confidence. I think there is no doubt that no one can realize their wishes like me. This is my only wish. I hope my wish can come true and I will become a real painter.
This is my wish, and it is a great wish of mine. My confidence can't be broken. I can go on. The teacher's motivation is not easy to forget, because it is my lifelong happiness motivation.
My excellent composition 5 The schoolbag is my "good friend", and it has accompanied me through thick and thin for more than a year in the arduous study journey. My schoolbag is a guy who likes to dress himself up. Although it didn't paint itself with messy five colors, it chose the simplest but most contrasting black and pink to package itself: the back is pure black, the front is pure pink, and the middle is a clever fusion of the two. At first glance, it feels beautiful but not luxurious, generous and not stuffy. The back of the schoolbag is cleverly fitted with two wide straps, and the lower part is connected with a soft strap with two sliding buttons, so that no matter how tall or thin I am, it can always "hold" my body like an arm and follow me. There is a small net bag on each side of the schoolbag. My beloved skipping rope is often installed on the left, and the small water bottle and umbrella are installed on the right, which has become a good safe deposit for my trip. There is a big question mark on the front of the schoolbag, which seems to remind me: Little master, there are too many questions you don't know, so you should work hard! There are three layers in the schoolbag. On the first floor, there are textbooks and pencil boxes for various courses, and there are folders for various outlines in the cubicle; On the second floor, there is a family book. When it comes to doing homework, books of all sizes are very busy. After a while, the writing book came out, and after a while, the math book was busy. They are all scrambling to help me consolidate the new knowledge I learned during the day. There is a spare armband on the third floor, which helps me a lot whenever I accidentally forget to bring it to school. My schoolbag is really an elegant and practical convenience bag. I love my schoolbag!
Wuhan is a beautiful place. It is my hometown.
I love my hometown. I like its delicious breakfast. Regan Noodles is my never-ending breakfast. Every time I eat noodles, I smack my lips with alacrity, as if I were satisfied. I also like to eat other breakfasts in my hometown, such as bean skin and baozi stuffed with soup. ...
I love my hometown and I love its beautiful scenery. East Lake is the largest urban lake in China, and it is my first choice for holiday viewing. I love its clear water, its Bai Lianhua and lively and lovely animals. Han Street is the longest pedestrian street in China. Every night, the lights here are bright and dazzling, and I can't help being deeply intoxicated by this beautiful scenery.
I love my hometown, and I love its magnificent buildings. The Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge, which has the reputation of "the first bridge on the Yangtze River", is so magnificent. Whenever I walk on the Yangtze River Bridge, I always feel extremely proud and happy that Wuhan is my hometown. Now Wuhan has built many bridges across the Yangtze River, such as the Second Yangtze River Bridge, Baishazhou Bridge and Parrot Island Bridge. ...
I love my hometown and its rapidly developing technology. According to my father, a subway will be opened in Wuhan every two years. The development of other cities is very slow, and no city can reach this speed.
I love my hometown and its fertile land, which has nurtured generations of celebrities. Sa Beining and Li Na both came from my hometown of Wuhan.
I love my colorful hometown. Wuhan happy valley, the fifth stop of Happy Valley, is the greatest joy and my first choice for holiday entertainment.
I love my hometown and places of interest. Guqintai used to be the place where Boya broke the piano, and the Yellow Crane Tower also has many stories!
I love my hometown!
With the change of history, many wild animals and plants have been extinct from the earth. Some of them have only left specimens and fossils, and some have disappeared before they have been found. According to the research of scientists, 20 years ago, the rate of species extinction was about one species a day. Today, it has reached one species per hour, and about 10,000 species are extinct every year. Faced with this amazing figure, I can't help worrying about my future fate, hoping that human beings can give more protection to wild animals.
Today, almost all countries in the world, including China, have enacted wildlife protection laws, delineated some nature reserves and established many wildlife breeding protection stations. Mankind has realized that this heritage given by the earth cannot be squandered. In fact, if we don't control development and provide regeneration conditions, we will destroy the ecological balance and ultimately endanger human beings. This may be the luck of our generation!
With human attention, my future will be bright. Our breeding conditions will be improved, and new members of the family will work and breed. We will have the opportunity to enter reservoirs, lakes and even ponds and become new breeding objects. We may also travel across the ocean to spread our descendants to Europe and America, and our foreign relatives and exotic species may also be introduced to China. At that time, the descendants of the ancient stickleback will be more prosperous and we will make greater contributions to mankind. Human research on us will also solve more unsolved mysteries.
I have known you 10 years, and my life has changed a lot, mostly voluntarily. Why are you here with us? This process is an act of God. And I can't understand everything, the miracle of life.
The most direct "self-heating religion" I believe in is everything related to you. God helps things almost every day, but the birth of life is the greatest embodiment of God's help, and we met. Weak and firm, you stand in front of us and don't look at the world. Everything is under control. You don't say a word, but you concentrate on chanting. Look at us with a smile. You can see through my emotions and see what we can do. Lai Lai, silent understanding makes me feel the same way about new knowledge.
In Yaya's language, you can test whether my strength can last. Oh, you got me. I've lost all my talents, and I'm fighting the disease. Spring is over, summer is summer, autumn is autumn, and winter is thin and withered to save themselves. Spring break is actually the warmth of my hometown that I left for many years. I have turned over a new chapter in the past three years, but I am reluctant to change my body and lead a slow life.
In a blink of an eye, the chapter was renovated, and Xitang opened the distance between us and space, and our thinking obviously got into your little brain. We fought side by side on the road to help you grow up, another two years. Look far and near, supply each other, and be ready to help you. It's your turn to take me away
My excellent composition 9 Legend has it that angels come from a sacred and beautiful heaven, and my angel is by my side.
My angel is a gentle girl. Although she can be mean to me sometimes, I know it's for my own good and consideration. Although I will be unkind to her, she will patiently enlighten me. Although we are far apart, I feel that she is by my side and never leaves.
My angel is a confused girl. She will only leave home to go to a bigger city and can't find the way back to school, so she will take every road seriously from now on. She will also worry about choosing celery and not knowing whether to stay. I will laugh at her for this, and she will seriously remember to choose celery instead of leaves.
My angel is a sensible girl. I have heard from others that she is a sensible child since she was a child. She will be filial to her parents from an early age and share housework from an early age. In a blink of an eye, she grew up and went to a city where her dreams could be fulfilled. She found a part-time job in a familiar environment and never asked her parents for living expenses again. On weekends, when she finishes her part-time job, she will call her parents and chat with them to remind me to study hard.
My angel is a strong girl. In my impression, she never gives up, and she will calm down and deal with everything when she encounters difficulties. She has protected me since I was a child. In my sky, she is the star that adorns the night sky.
My angel is also a fragile girl. Although I have never seen her fragility, I know that she will be tired if she works alone in a strange city. When she is tired, call her parents, talk about her troubles and call me. Although I am not very comforted, I will be by your side and listen to you.
My angel is a very good girl, please be kind to her in time. My dear sister!
My excellent composition 10 Everyone has his own baby in life, and I also have a baby. The baby is a piglet doll.
The name of this little pig is Baby Pig, which my sister and I took together. This little pig was given to me by my family. I sleep with it every night. I can't sleep without it. It will accompany me when I am lonely, so it is my baby and my good friend.
Baby pig has accompanied me for many years. It looks a little dirty, but I can't bear to throw it away. Because it will accompany me when I am sad; When I am happy, it will accompany me with a happy smile. So I have feelings for it, it's like my family, and I can't live without it. No matter when it is with me, I hope it can always be with me.
Baby piggy is fat and fat. Dressing is like wrapping meat, jiaozi. My sister and I found it very interesting. Baby piggy is like my vent bag. I pinch it when I'm unhappy. Sometimes I use it as a pillow and have a pillow fight with my sister, which makes me and my sister have a good time.
I feel very happy after having a baby like baby pig. In the future, if the baby pig looks shabby, I will be reluctant to throw it away, because it is my baby and I will be very sad without it.
My excellent composition 1 1 The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces, slightly itchy; And gently wet the clothes. Crying in public. After class, she opened the door in a hurry, called the child's nickname in a hoarse voice, put down the lesson plan, picked up the wronged child, and reached out to wipe off the "golden bean" on his face. Suddenly, the child smiled. He pointed his little hand at his mother's face: "Dirty, mother is really dirty!" " "Mom with a mirror, ha! A pair of painted faces, both mother and son smiled, and mother smiled even sweeter. At this moment, the bell rang again.
It's cold, the snow is fluttering outside, and the "snow" on the indoor podium is falling. The art teacher who can draw good pictures easily has erased his failures again and again today. White powder poured into his cuffs and stained his hands with hateful cold, red and swollen. I found his hands stiff and it was difficult to hold the chalk. Hands, hands covered with chalk dust, more than one? That day, I drew a picture in the picture book-that is the teacher's unique hand in winter.
"A thousand hammers cut out the mountain, and the fire burns idle ..." The teacher recited Yu Qian's poem loudly for us. Obviously, he is full of enthusiasm. We were deeply infected, so we read softly. At this time, what appeared in front of my eyes was not lime, but flying chalk crumbs, a diligent teacher who did not hesitate to sweat on the three-foot platform!
Oh, flying chalk! Oh, teacher! After reading one of your three-dimensional life textbooks, the little broken words let us know everything we need to know. ...
Rain is like silk. Rain is like silk. On the umbrella, on the umbrella. On the umbrella, the rain smiled, the rain cried, and the rain muttered: I am with you-teacher, heart to heart. ...
My excellent composition 12 My grandfather is seventy years old and in good health. Grandpa is very knowledgeable and a retired professor in harbin university of science and technology.
Grandpa's spare time is rich and colorful, and there are rules to follow. Go to the old cadre activity center to play chess or billiards every day. I often organize competitions and win many small prizes for me.
Grandpa likes reading and writing, although he is old. Calligraphy is very good. The main building of the school introduces the stories of famous people such as Madame Curie and Einstein. Grandpa wrote them in small print. Grandpa's works hang in grandma's square room.
I hit it off with my grandfather. He is very kind to me. When I was two or three years old, my grandfather taught me to read and told me stories. When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, and I was brought up by my grandparents. I remember listening to grandpa's story every night to fall asleep. Now I am at school, and my grandfather often comes to pick me up from school. He tells me a lot of truth on the way, which benefits me a lot.
Grandparents live frugally and often educate me to be thrifty. Mom and dad often buy clothes for grandparents, but they always refuse to buy them. Invite them to a restaurant instead of going. I can't help it Sometimes the three of us go and bring them back.
Grandpa has many advantages, from which I have been influenced a lot. I love grandpa and hope he will live a long and healthy life!
My excellent composition 13 My mother-in-law is over eighty years old and her teeth are almost gone, so she has been laughing.
She is wearing short sleeves and black trousers. Two curved arch eyebrows, a pair of pure big eyes, are her symbols, as well as a wrinkled face and a purple mouth.
And my evaluation of her is: very stingy, generous and childlike.
She is called "stingy" because she can save money. Breakfast is the most important thing in a day, but she only drinks a bowl of rice congee, and sometimes she cooks dried radish herself. I always say to her, "Don't be so stingy, why not have some bread and a glass of milk?" She kept shaking her head: "Oh, why do old people eat so much?" ! "I didn't care, but she even wanted to keep the leftovers. Once again, the dried duck feathers brought back from her hometown in Anhui are all green, and she still insists that they are good. After my repeated persuasion, she reluctantly let me down. Well, there's nothing I can do.
Is she really stingy? Not at all. I just told her what I wanted to eat and play. After the Spring Festival, she will give my family a red envelope of several hundred yuan. How can this be called "stingy"? This is a "common disease" of every old man in the family. They had a hard time when they were young, and of course they formed a good habit of saving.
Although she is over 80 years old, once again, I actually saw her sing a childhood nursery rhyme: "Only a mother is good in the world …" Although her singing is not standard at all and out of tune, I can see that she is very happy. She clapped her hands and kicked her feet like a child from time to time.
How's it going? This is my mother-in-law
My excellent composition 14 I like summer, and I prefer summer nights. Because summer nights are beautiful. It's fascinating. The sun set, leaving a glow, and the sky turned rosy.
After a while, the whole horizon is golden, the whole horizon is golden, and this golden light shines on the ground, plating everything with Phnom Penh, and it is easy to daydream.
When the sunset passed, the world turned silver-gray. This silvery gray seems to cover the walls, roofs, tree tops and street corners with a thin layer of cellophane; Make them looming, flying, and have a wonderful atmosphere.
At night, the stars appear faintly. They hung in the dark sky, shining with touching light. Sleepless crickets and frogs, cicadas, gently singing lyrical songs on the grass, ponds and trees. More interestingly, fireflies fly freely in the air, just like many fairies carrying lanterns!
The warm moonlight drifted towards us. At the end of the silvery white river, the grass on the roadside is looming. Everything around is quiet again, just like the city has entered a sweet dream.
The sky is inlaid with little stars. They try their best to interweave the bits and pieces of light, which are not as dazzling as the sun, nor as clear as the warm moonlight, but bright. Bright starlight, mixed with dew, becomes moist, soft and harmonious, hanging gently on the treetops, hanging on the eaves, spreading on the streets, with a thin layer; Everything that comes into contact with this glory becomes so elegant, so quiet and so peaceful. ...
I like this charming summer night, because it is so beautiful!
My excellent composition 15 is blue, like a lake, emitting a strange brilliance. This is my sky.
My sky is vast and beautiful, and the blue sky is full of all kinds of excellent books, from the fairy tale The Little Prince to How to Be a Healthy Man. Some of them, like Peter Pan, bring me happiness when I am lonely. Some are like street lamps in life, leading me to the bright road; Some of them are just like wonderful music, which makes me intoxicated. ...
My sky is as fresh and elegant as green grass. I closed my eyes, stepped on a winding corridor full of ink and walked ... suddenly there was no way out. Open your eyes, your eyes are full of green, dark green, elegant green, swaying green ... The faint vanilla flavor is scattered in the air, so charming and mysterious. ...
Oh, I'm Snow White. Here, I can sing and breathe fresh air to my heart's content. There is no noise, only the thin sound of running water and the crisp sound of birds ... this is my place to relax, and this is my fresh and elegant sky like green grass.
My sky is not only fresh and elegant as green grass, but also quiet as fallen leaves.
There are autumn leaves, gray drizzle, crystal pearls ... If you are unhappy, you can rush in regardless and cry loudly to vent your emotions. No one will stop you, you can shout and run, and there is no noise.
My sky is like a fire, full of passion but gentle. ...
My sky is a blue lake, a blue sky, a happy spirit, freshness like green grass and calmness like fallen leaves. ...
I love my sky. Although it is not as big as the real sky, it is full of happiness and freedom. Everyone has his own sky. Maybe your sky is not vast, but it is very interesting. Write down your own sky quickly!