On Saturday night, when I was blowing a balloon, I saw my eyebrows stand up like upside down, my eyes showed firm eyes and my mouth bulged like two eggs. But as the balloon blew bigger and bigger, my face became redder and my mouth became sour. Finally, I had to give up. Now, I'm going to blow again. Just like before, I showed my firm eyes and turned my head upside down, and my mouth became more swollen. I made persistent efforts and finally blew out a big balloon. However, my brother was scared away. I can only use one idiom to describe him, and that is as timid as a mouse. Finally, I let the balloon fly freely in the sky, and my home suddenly became a paradise for it alone.
This week's math homework is really interesting. Teacher Zhang asked us to buy 10 items with 80 yuan money, and the less the balance, the better.
I took 80 yuan and pushed the cart into the supermarket. The supermarket is so big! The goods on the shelves are really exquisite, including food, useful, fun and learning. In the supermarket, I look around and shop around. Put the goods you like in the shopping cart, and then register the price in the book.
I turned it many times. Finally, I bought my grandmother noodles and fermented bean curd for cooking, toothpaste and clothes hangers for my mother, my favorite "Koushuiwa" for my father, "Finger Lady" for my brother, and finally snacks for myself. A * * * spent 78. 7 yuan, remaining 1. 3 yuan.
I really like shopping this time. I feel like a small boss.
Today is Friday. All the teachers and classmates in Class 5, Grade 1 of our experimental primary school, as well as our parents, grandparents, attended our entrance ceremony in the Old Tea Tree Beer Square.
After one o'clock noon, the ceremony began. The headmaster and the teacher sent us blessings and expectations. Many parents and children have performed programs, and we have a child as the host!
At the end of the ceremony, He Laoshi invited our children who can dance "Grateful Heart" to perform on stage. Because I like dancing very much, I am very happy to run on the stage. As the music started, I danced seriously. However, I still feel a little embarrassed. At this time, Mr. Hu below jumped up with us. Looking at Mr. Hu, I danced harder and was not afraid at all.
Today, I am very happy, because I am a first-grade pupil. I will never forget Grateful Heart, which I danced on the stage today.
Everyone has encountered many things, big and small, good and bad, happy and sad. But there's one thing I can't forget.
Last year, my father built a winery on Boshanchi. We lived there for a while and found that there were many poor families here. The clothes they wear are very shabby. I bought clothes from the street because of the poor conditions at home. Children in mountainous areas also walk to school, which takes several kilometers. So, my mother found me a little friend to help me. When the Chinese New Year was coming, my father took my mother and me to this little friend's house. As soon as I entered the door, I was stunned by what I saw. They live in a small bungalow and have nothing of value at home. There is also a brother with cerebral palsy lying in bed. I handed her the down jacket and 500 yuan that my mother bought for her. There was an excited smile on her face and she was a little embarrassed. I said to her, "If you are in trouble, just call my mother, as long as you study hard." She smiled and nodded. We played for a while, and it was getting dark, ready to go home.
On the way home, I thought: the children in our city live a carefree life and are happy every day, but they don't cherish this beautiful life. Look at those poor children. In the future, I will be thrifty and help more poor children. I want to study hard, make the motherland more prosperous and make fewer and fewer poor children.
Today, the long-awaited sports meeting has finally arrived. In the morning, I came to school excitedly, dressed in a neat school uniform and holding a colorful windmill in my hand.
After a short reading, the opening ceremony of the sports meeting began. Accompanied by the March of the sports meeting, the wind band, the bouquet team and the athletes of all classes marched to the rostrum with vigorous steps.
As soon as the opening ceremony was over, the game officially began. I think the most exciting race is the 200-meter final. The referee issued "get ready ... go!" The athletes rushed to the finish line like an arrow. Du Bocheng, a classmate in our class, followed the pace of "Scud" and chased the racer in front of him crazily. The cheerleader of our class was very excited, and the monitor Wang Yiran led everyone to cheer for him. She shouted "Du Bocheng" and we kept shouting "Come on! Come on ... ". Finally, Du Bocheng won the fourth place. The students cheered!
The total score of our class failed to enter the top six in this sports meeting, but Teacher Zhang said, "The spirit of sports is to strive and surpass ourselves." I think it doesn't matter if our class doesn't do well in this year's sports meeting, what is important is to participate. I hope the students of Class 9 will strive to win glory for their class in the sports meeting next year!
Seven days of writing composition in grade two is about to collapse. I look at the sky from time to time and think, "Why didn't Dad come to pick me up?"
It is raining harder and harder. Footsteps accompanied by the rain came from behind. I think dad must have come. I turned around and was about to shout "Dad!" I didn't expect that she was not my father, but my class teacher. The teacher said with an umbrella, "Ye Lin! Why haven't you come home yet! " I said shyly, "Yes! Dad hasn't come yet! " The teacher said, "It's raining so hard that I may not be able to come." "Hey Qiu!" I sneezed. Hearing this, the teacher quickly took off his coat and handed it to me, saying, "You put it on first! Don't catch cold, there will be a class tomorrow! " I put on my coat and felt warm in my heart. "Thank you, teacher! Won't you be cold, teacher? " "No, the teacher wears too many clothes!" At that time, I had no idea whether the teacher's so-called' duo' was true or not. "I think your father won't come. The teacher will take you back, ok? " "Yes!"
The teacher took my hand and held me tightly. ...
The teacher walked me to the door. "Well, the teacher will walk you to the door. Go in!" " "I said," teacher, how about this dress ... ""I'll give it to you first and give it to the teacher tomorrow. Remember, don't catch cold! " "Yes!" I waved to the teacher, and his figure gradually disappeared in the rain.
In the morning, the rain stopped. I came to school happily in the coat my teacher gave me. Only then did I know that the teacher could not come to class because of a cold. The excitement on his face has disappeared without a trace. "How can the teacher didn't come? Is it because she caught a cold when she took me home yesterday? She must have given me her coat and kept telling me,' Remember, don't catch cold!' "
Teachers, our gardeners, always nurture and care for us. Teacher, in order that we can study hard, she has more wrinkles and more white hair. I believe that she has a little wrinkle for me, and her white hair grows for me.
Tall and thin, with long hair and beautiful big eyes, we are full of care and love for her, and there are endless stories hidden under her plain appearance. She is our head teacher, Miss Wang.
Although Miss Wang is an ordinary teacher, she plays an extraordinary role-loving us children in her way. Although our class is not particularly top-notch, she didn't give up on us, but tried to teach us a lot. Near the final exam, she always uses humorous and vivid language to make us less nervous. After class, she never delayed and let us breathe fresh air in the corridor without hesitation. The students in the next class looked at us with envy. Every time in class, she devotes herself to studying hard, so that everyone can treat boring homework with a happy mood. Although there are Chinese classes every day, students will cherish every Chinese class very much. It seems that she is not like a teacher, but a mother who cares for her students with true feelings.
On the morning of May 20th, in a Chinese class, we were listening attentively to Teacher Yang, the head teacher. Suddenly, an animal like a bird flew into the classroom and flew around like a headless fly.
At first, I thought it was magpie. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be a bat, which scared the students to scream loudly and the whole classroom was in chaos. The students all stared at the black monster. I saw it circling in the air, flying to the wall for a while, and flying to the blackboard for a while, as if it were afraid to come to this strange environment and looking for a way out.
An idea popped into my mind: Will bats fly to my head? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, so I picked up a book to cover my head and slapped it with my hand, trying to drive this terrible bat away. The teacher also quickly picked up the broom and drove away. However, it cleverly hides in the classroom broadcast.
Now, the teacher can't catch it, so the teacher invites security. I saw the security guard take the radio out of the classroom. When the security guard left, the classroom immediately became quiet. I don't know, what is the fate of this bat? I didn't think much for a moment, so I immediately concentrated on listening to the teacher.
Second grade writing composition 9 learning to fry eggs
Fried eggs are one of my favorite breakfasts. Mother's fried eggs are golden yellow, sprinkled with a little soy sauce and delicious. The thought of that smell makes my mouth water.
In the winter vacation, I'm going to learn to fry eggs. I choose a chubby egg first, and then take out the pot. When I lit the fire, I poured a little oil into the pot. When the oil is hot, I learn from my mother's appearance, break the eggs by the pot and gently pour them into the pot. Slowly, the transparent egg white turned white, so I picked up a shovel and turned the egg over carefully. When the eggs are golden on both sides, I will put the eggs on a plate and add a little soy sauce. I took a big bite. Wow, it smells good. Better than mom's cooking, even better than top chefs.
By frying eggs, I found it a pleasure to learn to cook. I want to learn to cook and cook for my parents in the future.
Writing composition for the second grade 10 As the saying goes, "Is rice, oil and salt expensive?" Today, my father decided to let me be the head of the family and take charge of today's lunch. My mother solemnly gave me the food expenses for this day. I grabbed the meal fee for this day and nodded solemnly, indicating our problem. I'm sure I can do this little thing well.
The so-called "new officials have three fires." I was full of energy and decided to cook the best lunch myself, not worse than when my parents were in charge. I went to the supermarket and bought a roll of plastic wrap. I'm going to make an economical lunch with the leftover rice at home. I can hide some of the remaining money in my piggy bank.
When I get home, I heat the rice first, and when the hot rice is ready, I turn off the rice cooker, round the rice first, flatten it slightly, and then make it into a triangle. Knead the rice into a triangle while it is hot, then wrap it with plastic wrap and shape it. Turn down the heat when the pan is heated, and don't put oil in it. Put the rice balls in the pot and let them fry on all sides. Because I like crispy rice, I will fry it for a while.
After frying, take out the rice ball and spread it with soy sauce. Then drop a few drops of oil on the pot and stir-fry the rice balls with soy sauce again. Even if it's over, I will call my parents for dinner. After dinner, I was about to sneak the rest of the change into the piggy bank. My dad stopped me and said, "One plastic wrap is only ten dollars, and thirty should be kept for twenty." I was shocked and sighed: Hey, ginger is still old and spicy, so I have to pay the change obediently.