She held a stack of wonton skins in her left hand, picked a little stuffing with chopsticks in her right hand, wrapped it in the skin, and then pinched it left and right, and a wonton was "born" in my hand.
Those people are running well, and they have sprinted from the start to the road of running at a constant speed. He ran with his head held high like a pony: his stride was symmetrical, his stride frequency was compact, his pedaling was strong, and his waist was relaxed-the whole movement was elegant and elastic.
Most of the boys in our class are big, so basketball is very popular with us boys. That was not the case. When I go to physical education class, I can't bear loneliness, and I want to go up and show my skills.
I found a piece of cloth, cut it along the edge, grabbed one side with one hand, and tore it hard until it creaked.
I held a dozen books in one breath, with one hand at the bottom and the other at the top. When my hands are too busy, I put them on my chest, put my chin against them and gently put them on the bed.
We stood on the playground and looked at the losers proudly, just like mighty generals who won great victories. We are very happy.
I picked up the dough, picked up the stuffing with chopsticks, carefully placed it on the dough and squeezed it with both hands. I just feel sticky. Take a closer look and say, "Oh dear!" I couldn't help crying out loud-it turned out that I pushed too hard, and the dough was broken and the stuffing came out. I quickly "first aid" and came out from the other side. I quickly wrapped each other with another piece of dough, which was considered as blocking the "loophole". I finally wrapped a jiaozi with three pieces of dough.
I first poured a small amount of oil into the pan. When the oil smoked, I quickly poured the egg into the pan, only to hear a "click". The egg quickly appeared in the oil pan, and its edge was like the lace on the little girl's skirt.
Teacher Zhang gently picked up the chalk first, then slowly turned around, raised his right hand high, put it on the blackboard, pointed his head at his classmates and stared at the children. It was quiet, and then teacher Zhang turned his head and began to write. After a while, four striking Chinese characters appeared on the blackboard. Finally, Teacher Zhang raised his hand. Facing all the students, put the chalk in the chalk box and start the class.
It's diving, it's a dragonfly, it's a water fight, and I'm like a little loach, chasing around in the water, shouting and screaming. I really can't say it.
I opened my eyes and ears, and carefully captured every tiny sound.
I took a few steps forward and jumped hard. The vigorous and upside-down figure whirled in the air and soon fell into the water.
After parting teams, I am naturally the tallest person in the two teams. Moreover, I am also a well-known figure in the shooting field, and my "compatriots" in the first team are naturally happy and enjoy it.
I held the fishbone one by one with my teeth and fingered it with my hands. Finally, I chewed off half the fish head and didn't eat any fish.
I threw the swimming ring, plopped into the fast-flowing Xiangjiang River and swam like a little loach.
I rinsed the mop in the pool again and again, then wrung it dry, then bent down, arched my front legs, pulled back and pulled it up.
He bent down, the basketball kept flapping back and forth, left and right under his hand, and his eyes turned around, looking for a chance to "break through". Suddenly, he quickened his pace, then turned left and right, rushed through two layers of defense lines and came to the basket. After a tiger jump, he turned to shoot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially.
At the crossroads, there was an old woman, slightly hunched and chubby, struggling to walk on the empty road with an umbrella. The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward.
Xuan Shi's steps are even, his arms swing in tandem, his steps are getting faster and faster, and he leans forward as if he were going to fall, struggling to run forward quickly. At the end of the race, she held her head high and stood out, and finally won the first prize.
A very light needle seems heavy in my hand. Every stitch took me a lot of effort. I've just had a few stitches and I'm so tired that I'm starting to sweat.
My feet are almost numb with cold, and my feet keep stamping.
I poured a basin of water, first wet my face with a towel, then put soap on it and scratched it hard. Soon my face was covered with soap bubbles.
Thought of here, I felt uneasy, a gust of wind blew at my feet, and I ran back in three steps and two steps.
I opened my eyes and ears, carefully capturing every subtle sound.
I opened my eyes wide and stared out of the window.
I opened my eyes wide and turned my head back and forth like a rattle. I really want to print all this in my mind and engrave it in my heart.
I bit off the fishbones one by one with my teeth and pulled them out by hand. I finally bit off half the fish head, but I didn't eat any fish.
I suddenly looked up and found the teacher looking at me, so I turned my face to one side and couldn't say a word.
I slowly raised my weak head, gently wiped the sweat from my forehead with my hand and looked around.
As soon as the shot rang, the two girls rushed forward like arrows. Their movements are coordinated and powerful, flying briskly on the ice, just like two swallows flying close to the ground, and you can't give in to each other. Finally, under the enthusiastic cheers of the coach and the audience, they rushed across the finish line almost at the same time.
Ning Jiayin ran to the crossbar overhead, stepped on the ground with one foot, swung his arms violently and flew over the crossbar like a swallow.
This is a spinning umbrella acrobatic performed by two girls aged 12 or 13. The program started. I saw a little girl crouching down to shoot, and another girl stepped firmly on her shoulder. The girl who squatted down slowly straightened up and kept her hands balanced. I saw the little girl below slowly picked up the umbrella and handed it to the little girl who stepped on her shoulder, spinning the umbrella in the air. In this way, one, two ... the umbrella turned up again in their hands. The spinning umbrella is like a flying butterfly. Two slender bodies are moving lightly and changing their postures, just like soft willow branches, where butterflies are flying, so harmonious and perfect.
The athletes warmed up in front of the bunker, bent down, kicked and did two open squats. He has a confident smile on his face. "Next," shouted the referee. The athlete walks to the starting line with his left foot in front and his right foot behind, forming a "bow" step and supporting the ground with both hands. Eyes wide open, like a jackal found prey, ready to attack. With a bang, the athlete rushed out like an arrow and started jogging slowly and steadily. When I got to the red and white one in the middle, it seemed that someone was pushing behind me and began to accelerate. The smile on my face disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression. At the last red and white line, I tried my best, and my feet seemed to move their wings and fly the pedals. When the left foot stepped on the accelerator, time seemed to freeze and everyone held their breath. I saw him pedal hard, and then he jumped half a meter high, crossed a beautiful arc in the air and fell into the bunker. He squatted there with his legs bent and his hands clasped around his waist.
I pulled my schoolbag off my back, lowered my head and walked to the teacher step by step. I stood angrily, without raising my head or jumping my eyelids.
I nodded and walked into the watermelon field like a little hamster.
It's our turn to hammer the nail. I can't wait to soak the thread in saliva and then twist it. But when I twist, I twist those hairs thin and long, so when I thread the needle, I just can't get through. I had to pull my hair down before I put it on. Then I tied a knot at the end of the line. Because there is spit on the thread, I always get stuck in my fingers when I tie the knot, and finally I get married.
I looked down and bit my lip, tears of injustice almost came to my eyes. I dumped my head violently, opened my eyes wide, my eyelids were stiff, and my eyes seemed to stagnate. Looking up at the gray sky, I can't see anything, nothing.
I quickly spit out the pepper, quickly picked up the cup and drank cold water in one gulp.
Seeing this scene, I was so happy that I turned over on the ground, laughing and shouting loudly, clapping my hands and stamping my feet.
I nodded and walked into the watermelon field like a little hamster.
It's our turn to hammer the nail. I can't wait to soak the thread in saliva and then twist it. But when I twist, I twist those hairs thin and long, so when I thread the needle, I just can't get through. I had to pull my hair down before I put it on. Then I tied a knot at the end of the line. Because there is spit on the thread, I always get stuck in my fingers when I tie the knot, and finally I get married.
Today, I set up a table tennis table at home and invited my partner Yang Xin to play table tennis. First, I serve, and I thought, "I serve an empty ball", and he will definitely receive it, so I serve a lower empty ball, and I don't want to. He suddenly receives it, but I don't. Alas, it's my fault. It's Xin Yang's turn to serve. I saw his face tense tightly, his eyes staring at me, and he slowly raised his racket. Suddenly, his body sank and his right hand struck like lightning. The ball came at our table like a white light, and I couldn't get away. Hurriedly blocked, alas, the ball flew out of bounds and I lost.
When she washes her dirty clothes with soap, she rubs them together. Small soap bubbles emerged from the clothes and soon turned into many white bubbles.
I spread the paper on the table and couldn't wait to knock the gong to call everyone to see my glorious score.
I read this book greedily, like a hungry lamb rushing into the green grass.
I immediately got excited, willy-nilly, grabbed the lifebuoy from my mother, barefoot, cheering and running to the embrace of the sea.