2. Writing essays on small animals 300 My family has a lovely little white rabbit. His name is Beibei.
Its hair is as soft as a mass of white satin, thin and dense, and it looks like wearing a white fur coat. In the bright sunshine, it looks like a pile of sparkling white cotton balls, very beautiful! The chubby tail is hidden in the fluff, and it is not easy to find it if you don't look carefully. Its head is very small, and its two long ears stick to its head like two big fans. As long as there is any movement, those ears will keep swinging back and forth. Its eyes are particularly beautiful, the size of a small glass ball, and the red light is shining, just like a ruby embedded in white jade; It also has a lovely three-petal mouth, two on the top and one on the bottom. With two front teeth in his mouth, he bites badly; There are several thin beards on both sides of the mouth, which always make those two long ears stand straight and look proud.
Its front legs are short, its rear legs are long and powerful, it often bends, it jumps when walking, and it squats motionless on the ground, like marshmallows and snowballs. I made a home for the little white rabbit, put it in, and it jumped left and right, as if it were sweeter than honey. White rabbits like cabbage and radish best. Whenever I throw grass at them, it always dances with joy and greedily eats grass. It also made a "tut tut tut" cry, as if to say to me, "Thank you, this tender grass smells good!" After eating the grass, they lie down happily and close their eyes peacefully.
I love you-white rabbit, you are so full of vitality, so innocent and lovely! You brought endless happiness and reverie to my childhood!
I learned to throw basketball composition. I saw Yao Ming playing basketball on TV, and his pitching was very accurate.
So I made up my mind: I want to learn to throw basketball. On Saturday night, I happily held a big and round basketball and couldn't wait to run to the basketball court, ready to throw it out.
I see other people's shooting posture: stand near the basket first, throw the basketball on the basket and you can shoot. After watching shooting positions, I began to practice.
I thought I could get in with a light throw, but it took me a lot of effort to get in, and I was running around, which made me exhausted, more tired than lifting a barbell weighing 100 thousand Jin. I took a break and continued filming. As a result, the basketball hit the rim. I was so angry that I wanted to jump up and think, hey, nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind! Pick up the basketball and throw it again. You haven't scored yet.
Suddenly, I was furious and got up the courage to throw a basketball at the basket. I actually threw it! At this time, my heart is really white sugar and honey-sweet, sweet. The happy mood made me throw a few more balls and scored them all. What I did was "one shot at a time".
I will take some time to play basketball in the future, and gradually the shooting distance will become longer, but I can still score. I hope shooting can become my the Monkey King somersault-my specialty.
From this incident, I understand that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. There is nothing in the world that anyone can't solve.
Don't be discouraged when you meet a big stone in your life. After hard work, you will succeed.
Write a composition about basketball. Maybe I have a subtle feeling about basketball.
I am not as enthusiastic as boys, because I can no longer run around the court with boys, stand in the same basket and grab the ball with them and score as expected. Therefore, my love for basketball still exists, but I never really play basketball again.
Unlike some girls who are so "crazy" and like idolization, she likes basketball and fast, but she doesn't like fast. When she likes it, she takes NBA magazines all day to catch up on common sense and asks, are you going to play ball? When you don't like it, you don't care about basketball anymore.
I think my love for basketball may be a little "moderate" and a little "unclear". Maybe this is not love at all.
The first fantasy of basketball is to watch the cartoon "Slam Dunk". I used to fantasize that I could have Hanamichi Sakuragi's shrewdness, Rukawa Kaede's smartness when playing, and Mitsui Hisashi's average level when shooting. Although it turns out that I'm glad I didn't dribble twice, I have no strength to lift the ball above my head with my hands and shoot it with my wrist. So all I can do is pose and take a picture, throw the air out with my regrets, and just talk about it.
At that time, I simply thought playing ball was very chic.
Later, neighbors and friends began to play basketball in the open space of the new village. There is no basketball court. A 5-meter-wide road is used as the length of the court, but the width is about 6 meters. A hole in the wall is used as a basket, and volleyball and rubber balls are often used instead. This kind of "mini" stadium plays the second dribble and takes the "mini basketball".
At that time, I was young and could only shoot.
When I grow up, I will be proficient in rackets, and I joined their team. Older boys have all learned to "walk", so I naturally know "walk". Therefore, I would rather fight for the ball than take one more step. So I often have "second luck". I didn't know it at that time. I enjoyed playing our own basketball with them.
Later, everyone began to be troubled by their studies. After another session, they lined up and withdrew from such a childlike basketball game one by one. I didn't say goodbye to this day until I entered junior high school that year. I once asked my playmates if there would be "no successor" here. They said no, no, and I said, "Look, there are no new members to join." A boy pointed to the youngest of us: "Well, Yiyi's sister." I shook my head: "The girl can't count on it." He said, "Are you a woman, too?" "Have you seen the second crazy girl who plays basketball with boys like me?" He shook his head and added, "Yes."
I think that subtle feeling may come from this!
Physical education class can play basketball in junior high school. At first, there were girls who had the same hobbies as me, but more girls were afraid when they saw basketball. They passed the ball to her and never dared to catch it directly. They won't dare to play basketball again until the ball bounces off the ground. If you fall, it will make everyone go to the infirmary in fear, and a good basketball will completely spoil the fun. Later, everyone simply said don't touch that guy.
So, alone, I reluctantly stopped "touching that guy" Just occasionally borrow a boy's basketball to clap a few times. Cast a few glances when passing by the school stadium, I don't know whether it is envy or loss. The unforgettable "mini-basketball" was really lost one year later because there was no successor.
In fact, I know I know little about basketball, but I still like it. Boys in our class often go to play outside the school. That day, I was in a huge motorcade. A boy actually smiled and asked me, "Do you want to play ball together?" I said, "Forget it, I'm going to be a burden to you." They always like to talk loudly about basketball, stars. I think listening to them and watching them play ball games is enough to satisfy my childhood fantasy.
I firmly believe that basketball is a game for the brave. I am not brave enough and my physique doesn't meet the requirements of a basketball player, so I can only like it, but I can't love it.
Write a composition about animals in the first person, 500 words. There is a clever and lovely kitten in my family.
What a beautiful kitten! It is white and flawless, like a white cloud. Its eyes are round. At night, its eyes will shine like two sparkling emeralds. Its ears are black and white. We call it "yin-yang ear".
This kitten is really clever. Every time I come back from school, it will meow around me, as if to say, "Welcome back, my little master." Once, I gave it something to eat, and it didn't eat at all, staring at me and screaming. I know what this means, so I put a small fish on the rice, and it immediately grabbed the rice and tore it with its claws.
The kitten slept soundly and entered a sweet dream. Out of curiosity, I observed it carefully and found that the sleeping position of cats is not only beautiful, but also very different from ours. When a kitten sleeps, it will curl up like a snail's shell, its stomach will bend, its long beard will shake, and it will make a "purring" sound. I thought it was funny, so I touched it with my hand and Doby took it. The clever kitten pricked up her ears and raised her head at once. At first glance, I was relieved. Then she opened her mouth, put out her claws, gave a long yawn and fell asleep again. I think the reason why cats sleep during the day must be to provide enough energy for catching mice at night!
Kitten is a pistachio in my family, and we like it more and more.
Naughty kitten
My grandfather keeps a naughty kitten. Its fur is black and white, and it meows twice from time to time.
It's barbaric. When the kitten saw the fish in the river, she jumped into the river. She caught the fish with two claws, kicked it forward with her hind paw, jumped up, spilled water all over her body, and pretended to be lost, scaring me and other friends away. Only then did she eat fish with relish. Once, the kitten slept late next to my basketball and squinted at it. It always feels strange. It wants to see what it is and how it makes a sound. When I walked away, it jumped on the basketball and the basketball suddenly turned several times. The kitten panicked and ran away. It won't. It caught the basketball and it bounced. With a bang, the kitten scared away again, but the kitten still got up the courage to come back. The kitten meowed and jumped on the basketball. The basketball rolled on the kitten's stomach, and the kitten was shocked. The kitten never dared to touch that thing again, but I secretly laughed, because it also had a nemesis. As long as the kitten dares to come near me again, I will scare it with basketball, because it has suffered from basketball, so the kitten will definitely run away.
This kitten can be a little cute when she is savage.
6. How to write a composition about playing basketball Today, I am happy to come to the basketball court to play basketball.
I couldn't play basketball before. Later, I learned to "pour urine cans", but others like to laugh at me. So I seldom play basketball. If I want to play basketball, I must play it when no one or others are not paying attention. Now, I learned to shoot with one hand. So whether someone is here or no one is here, I dare to play, even dare to compare with others! When I see someone "pouring urine cans", I will help him and teach him how to shoot.
Today, I played ball with someone in the yard. Although he is younger than me, he is now studying in the school basketball class! He can shoot in three steps, and I envy him every time I see him shoot a goal.
When I played against him before, he couldn't compete with me. This time I said, "Let's shoot in situ and see who scores more goals." He quickly replied, "I'm really not your opponent compared with in-situ shooting, but you're not necessarily my opponent compared with three-step shooting." So we can shoot in situ first, and then shoot in three steps. Every time you shoot, you will shoot three times and score a goal.
Here we go. We shot in a single position. I shoot first. I aimed the basketball at the basketball stand and threw it up. Prosperity ... when ... `, the goal is scored! I smiled and said, "I will win!" " "He said," don't be too happy, I will beat you! """Not necessarily!"
After a while, he hit the racket a few times and rushed to the basketball stand. He just rushed to the two-point position, only to see him take two steps forward and throw the ball on the basketball stand ... Oh, no, the ball only turned once on the basketball stand. Can it get in? "Knock ... knock ..." The ball fell out of the basket, but it didn't go in. He was very sad. Seeing him like that, I said, "Never mind, there are still four chances. You win if you score three goals! " "
After a while, it was my turn again. I threw the basketball at the basketball stand, but I didn't expect it to hit the backboard too hard and bounce back. At this time, he was very confident. First shot, second shot, third shot. Ah! What a surprise! He hit three balls in a row. What a surprise!
In the end, he won by three to two. I'm not happy anymore. He came to me and said, "Your courage inspired me. The winner should be you. " He raised my hand as he spoke. "You will certainly beat me in the future. Victory always belongs to the brave. "
After a while, there came another little classmate who was almost in grade three or four. He asked us if we were playing basketball, and we said "yes" and invited him to play with us. He readily agreed.
We all agree that twelve balls will win or lose.
The game started, and I was the first to vote. Because I always want to win the first prize, I feel very nervous and sweaty. I held my breath and scored three goals in a row. Then XXX and his classmates made a move, and the two competed for each other and refused to give way to each other. Later, my classmates scored three goals, and XXX only scored two. At this time, the little students can win the first place as long as they score one more goal. It's a pity that the ball was stolen by XXX, and he scored in three steps. In the end, we got a draw.
Suddenly, the two of them quarreled. One said, "Why don't you let me!" One said, "Why should I let you?" I rushed over to persuade them: "Stop arguing, this is a game, not a competition. You should practice hard and practice your skills well. Just like Jordan. "
At this time, another big brother came on. He is tall and fat, and he can score every goal. We watched it for a long time and really admired it.
7. Write a composition about the movement of small animals. There are those lovely puppies.
My family has a little dog, Hussey, who is very naughty. Every time I come back from school, it comes at me as soon as it sees me, as if to play with me. My grandmother also has a puppy. Its name is Snow White. Both Hussey and Snow White are white, but Hussey has black spots. These two puppies are almost the same age. It was as big as my Chinese textbook when I came down.
Once, I brought them meat. As soon as they saw the meat, they knelt down and stuck out their tongues to see the meat in my hand. Seeing their greedy appearance, I put the meat in the dish bowl and they immediately grabbed it. Husai grabbed the meat first. He picked it up and wanted it for himself. Snow White quickly opened her mouth and bit her tightly. The two men competed with each other and refused to give in. Finally, they tore the meat in half and ate happily. Look at the way they eat meat. Very cute.
That day, I took Hussey to grandma's house to do my homework, and the snow climbed over and circled around me. When I ignored it, it licked me with its tongue, which made me unable to do my homework. I have no choice but to put it in a cage.
After finishing my homework, I let the snow out. It seems very unhappy. I gave it a small piece of meat to eat, and it just shook its head and became very happy. When Hussey saw Snow White eating meat, she ran very fast, but the meat had been eaten up by Snow White.
I had a good time with two puppies.
8. Write a 600-word composition about basketball. I was a basketball fan at a young age. Whenever I watch NBA games on TV, I watch every game. I saw Yao Ming of the Rockets easily hit a long shot that he was satisfied with. I also want to be like Yao Ming, Sun Yue and Yi Jianlian. When I grow up, I will be one of the best basketball players in the world, the NBA. I regard it as a dream, and I must study hard when I was a child!
I began to learn to play basketball at the age of seven. I was addicted when I first started learning. Go to the basketball court to practice every day. As time went by, I grew up day by day and my skills improved step by step.
When I was in the second grade, my brother and I went to play basketball, and I applauded when I saw my brother easily throw long shots. So, I also came to practice long-range shooting. Basketball seems to be against me. No matter how I shoot, I can't hit. I was a little annoyed at that time. My brother came up to me and said, "You can't give up halfway. If you give up, you can't succeed. " My brother's words touched me deeply. I made up my mind never to give up. In order to achieve long-range shooting, I must have confidence in myself!
How time flies! I am in the sixth grade. In just four years, I finally made progress across the times. Now I can shoot long shots at will, and the hit rate is not bad!
When I play with my friends at school, I practice confrontation, learn more from confrontation, improve my skills step by step, make my body stronger and get a better figure in physical confrontation, and gain an advantage and score more goals in confrontation.
Basketball, my favorite! Ah, basketball, I'm crazy about you! You are good to me, too. You have taught me so much: you can't give up halfway; As long as you persist in your efforts, you will succeed; If you are interested in something, stick to it!
9. The shape of the word loo in basketball composition This morning, I made an appointment with my bright brother to play basketball. We came to the basketball court in the community and began to play ball. I gave Liang Liang a suggestion: Choose five points on the court as shooting points, and everyone will shoot separately. If you shoot, change it. If you don't do it, keep doing it.
Until five points, whoever uses less will win in the end. We began to vote. At first, I voted smoothly, but at the last point, I couldn't vote at all. Before I succeeded, I had pitched 12 times in a row, but Brother Liang didn't pitch well at first, but he succeeded in beating me 1 1 times like God. I don't want to fail and continue to challenge my brother, but I lose to him every time. I was depressed and convinced my brother. So I will often practice shooting, improve my skills and try to beat my brother.
Playing basketball 150 words
Today, my father and I went to Xijiang Gymnasium to play basketball.
When we arrived at Xijiang Stadium, we chose a piece of land, found our opponent and started the competition.
The game was led by the enemy at the beginning. Dad was in a hurry, but he shot the ball in and turned the score into a draw. Not to be outdone, we launched a fierce battle. Under the scorching sun, the war became more intense, and no one allowed anyone. It was not until 1 1:9 that our army took the lead in attacking, and I was a little relieved. As a result, the arrogant man was defeated and immediately pursued by the enemy. I gritted my teeth and threw the ball, regardless of the willy-nilly. It really went into the basket. The score of 15: 14 is not ideal and a little unstable. As I expected, the enemy conceded a goal, 15. I silently said to myself: I can't lose this time!