From the classroom came the crisp reading sound of the teacher and the loud reading sound of the children. On the playground, the students are walking and running with neat steps; In physical education class, the students had a good time!
In the classroom, the students are very absorbed in their studies. The math teacher is patiently explaining math problems to students, the Chinese teacher is explaining the text to students with relish, and we are reading happily! In the music class, the teacher is singing with his classmates. Their songs are so beautiful that people can't wait to dance! In art class, students are painting freely on paper with brushes, which is vivid and lifelike. The students are also studying hard. Look! How serious the students are in class!
After class, we are also full of energy. Although we are honest in class, we are like monkeys after class! You chase after me like a busy market. Girls are playing badminton, jumping rubber bands and playing hide-and-seek ... boys naturally play catch-up games or skateboarding. ...
Look, the students' campus life is rich and colorful!
2. Detail description of the characters 150 old man selling hemp balls (fragment)
It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was woken up by the hateful peddling as usual. I covered my head tightly with a quilt and didn't want to mention how cruel I was to the old man. It's hateful to have such a rest day and not let people sleep late. Suddenly, amid the harsh hawking, there came the crowing of larks, which was crisp and sweet, and my heart could not help moving. I can't sleep anyway. I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, see what kind of old man this is and what kind of craftsmanship he has, just lift the quilt and put it on quickly. I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it's a nice day today. The sky is blue and the sun is shining, and my heart suddenly opens up. I followed the hawking to find the old man selling hemp balls, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. I thought, no wonder peddling comes every day, business is good. I quickly took a few steps and took a closer look, which surprised me. In my heart, the person who sells hemp balls is a dirty person covered in oil. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white, but he was clean and neat, up and down, and he looked capable. I secretly liked it, handed the change to my hand and said, "Give me two." With money in one hand, the old man picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other, took out two hemp balls and put them in the bag. He said gently, "Be careful, take them." I took it, took out one and took a bite. It's really fragrant and crisp. It's delicious, very delicious. I can't help liking him and looking at him carefully: his weather-beaten face has wrinkles carved by years, his body is tough, and his face is always filled with an amiable smile. No wonder the children were surrounded in a big circle. No wonder the child wants to eat so much. No wonder he sells it every day! I am full of comfort, eating hemp balls and walking back. ...
3. I want a detailed description of the word 150. I immediately reached out and broke a wing bone of the butterfly, threw the wind wheel to the ground and trampled it flat. In terms of age and strength, he can't compare with me. Of course, I won a complete victory, so I proudly walked out, leaving him standing in the hut in despair. -Lu Xun
He is already in the living room, and his clothes are wrinkled. I suddenly shouted to him: Why don't you take off your clothes and go to bed? ! After a loud roar, I stupidly realized why I forgot to help him take it off before going to bed. I turned around in shame and brought him a comb to comb his hair. He obediently sat down and asked me to help him sort out his short black hair. I dipped the towel in the water, rubbed his face awkwardly and stiffly, and shaved off his new beard. -& lt； ; Finally admit that you are old >
He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked them up and walked away. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. -& lt； ; Back off >
There are many people flying kites in the square, standing, sitting and running. I saw that they all looked up with their mouths open, with a spool in one hand and a long line in the other, and their eyes were tightly fixed on their kites.
Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is rolling, just like
Many fish eyes and small pieces of tofu are kept inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. Pot in the "foreign stove"
(kerosene doesn't blow the stove), the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night now, and the house is very old, although
The "foreign light" is on, but it is still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The foreign stove is too high, dad.
Kiss often stands up, slightly upturned face, bright eyes, from the dense heat into chopsticks, pick up tofu, one by one.
Put it in our soy sauce dish. Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. this
No eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; es1000a
The table looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from his father's chopsticks in the hot air.
It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. Mr. S and Mr. P and I are sitting by the West Lake. Mr. S has just arrived in Hangzhou.
In the teaching, it was written in advance: "We will visit the West Lake, whether in winter." The moonlight that night was really good, and now I think it's still like a photo.
My treat. It turned out that the night before was the "first of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special. It's past nine, on the lake.
It seems that we are the only rowing boat. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver.
Son. There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Jun Kouzhan wrote two poems: "Count the stars, count the lights."
Recognize the fishing village and understate the traces in the distance. "We don't talk much, just paddling. I gradually fell asleep. P jun
"Hello", I just raised my eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, so
The edge is quite lively. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of Buddha chanting, as if waking up a dream. It's already ten o'clock.
That was many years ago, and Mr. S wrote frequently. Mr. p heard that it was changed several times. The year before last, he collected special tax in a special tax bureau.
I haven't heard from you since.
After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. Only one, two.
The long street in the village. On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, a little light shines on people's windows.
Walking with torches; But that's very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. There is wind and sky in the pine forest on the mountain.
The shadows of the last two birds. I went in late summer and left in early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But even in winter,
It is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road. But because of walking
There are too few people, and sometimes there is sound. It sounds like a distant wind, but it's actually outside the window. We are outside.
Passers-by often just sit at home except going to school. My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although outside
It is always winter, but it is always spring at home. Once I went to the street, and when I came back, the wide windows in the kitchen downstairs were open side by side.
Next to them are their mother and son; Three faces smiled at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us;
The sky is empty, and there are only four of us. It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she's dead. Let's go
Four years later, I still remember the shadow of her smile.
No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.
Zhu Ziqing Winter
4. Detail Description Fragment 150 Word Detail Description Fragment It's already dark, the horizon is slightly blue, but the kitchen light is already on.
She tried to open her eyes, although the snoring in her ears made her fall asleep again and again-even for another minute. Don't! Children can't be late for school.
She opened the refrigerator, weighed an egg, knocked it on the stove quickly, lit the gas stove conveniently, and beat the egg in the pot. The milk in the refrigerator is still very cold. Drinking cold milk in this weather will catch a cold when you go out.
She thinks the noise of the microwave oven will wake up the children-so she puts the milk on the heater to keep it warm. The child's alarm clock rang. She put the eggs on the plate, sprinkled some salt carefully, and put the milk and bread on the table so that the children can have breakfast as soon as they enter the restaurant.
When the child got up and passed the living room, the frequent breathing made him look at the sofa-the gentle breathing of his mother in the morning was like the familiar fog in the alley, and her warm hands slowly flowed with the river of care and hard work.
5. Detailed composition (I will be late for school) (50~ 100 words) On that day, my heart was shocked.
The rain outside the window is sparse, and I look at the gloomy sky in the faint rain and fog. A drop of rain turns biological dust into wisps of light smoke, which blend and flow in the hazy drizzle. In the faint smoke, the most sincere and flawless touch buried in the bottom of my heart emerges in front of me like a movie.
It was a gloomy rainy day, and all the pedestrians in the street hurried away. The willows on the roadside drooped with sparse leaves and bowed their heads, which seemed insignificant in the biting rain. I stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain and stared at the gray sky quietly.
Suddenly, a beggar in rags caught my eye. He was wearing patched rags, and his unkempt hair was soaked by the rain. His black eyes are full of wrinkles, and his thin and rough face after the world is like a desolate Gobi, lifeless. Her bare feet were bruised and she limped on the cold road. It's like
He suddenly stopped and looked down-it was an old and shriveled can, which clicked in the wind and quietly stuck on the smooth and shiny road. He was dazed, paused, gradually bent his thin back, stretched out his withered hand like a branch, and picked it up carefully. He clutched the jar tightly in his hand. He walked forward seriously. He saw the dustbin and his eyes showed relief. He gently and solemnly put it in the dustbin, and then dragged his thin body with satisfaction and gradually disappeared into the hazy rain curtain.
6. Detailed composition of military training 150 to 200 words Military training not only cultivates people's hard-working spirit, but also sharpens people's strong will.
Su Shi has a saying: "People who made great achievements in ancient times were not only outstanding talents, but also had the will to persevere." This sentence means that the door to success has always been open to strong-willed people, even only to strong-willed people.
The military training in my mind is full of reprimands from instructors; Military training in my mind is an ensemble of tension and hardship; In my mind, military training is an impermanent assembly whistle, as well as a large assembly and strict training under pouring rain; The military training life in my mind has appeared in my mind hundreds of times and flashed before my eyes. But I am still full of joy and confidence to embrace my long-awaited military training.
Military training is very bitter and tiring, but it is the best opportunity to experience life, overcome yourself and exercise your will. Although there are unspeakable ups and downs in my heart, my skin turns black under the exposure of hot sun and summer heat, but isn't this a kind of happiness, a kind of courage to better advance towards my life goals, and a kind of confidence to enhance myself? I started the real training with confidence.
The tutor patiently guided over and over again, not severely reprimanded. On the training ground, there are not only our neat steps, but also our loud slogans and loud camp songs.
Standing in the military posture gives you the unyielding backbone of the descendants of the Chinese people and the endless perseverance of the descendants of the dragon. The practice of turning around embodies the activity and agility of human thinking and the greatness of collectivism.
Without dripping water, there would be no rivers and seas. Without the efforts of each of us, it is impossible to have a complete and high-quality team.
Every movement of the training made me deeply realize the importance of unity, cooperation and team spirit. I believe it will benefit me for life, no matter what position I am in. In fact, in your own life, you should also print a road full of your own steps. Even if the road is full of thorns, even if every step of the road is so muddy and bumpy, I will step on it, step on it, explore it and move forward! I think that road is the true self-portrayal, and there is no false disguise at all.
Time and again, boring actions, orders that can't be disobeyed, and a set of daunting disciplines ... One day's military training finally shattered the students' original beautiful ideas and replaced them with dazzling sunshine, salty sweat and sore limbs. This is a test of military training for our physical fitness, will and belief, and organizational discipline. "Without the scorching sun, there will be no iron will." Think about the heroic soldiers at the frontier, the Olympic athletes who are struggling, and all the ordinary people from all walks of life who are working hard for our happy life today. What are our hardships? However, after all, it is the first time in the womb, and all kinds of thoughts and experiences are there. Let's listen to what senior one students who are "suffering" say: Lu: 15 Before August, military training was a temptation for me, eager for its adventure, and looking forward to wearing military uniforms and becoming a heroic female soldier.
Some people say that military training is very tiring and bitter, but I don't think so. Isn't it just standing, walking and running that I met in kindergarten? That's not a piece of cake! Some people say that a good attitude is a kind of cultivation and an improvement. I am also proud to think that I am such an optimistic girl, so I have nothing to fear.
Now, I finally "dream" to put on fat and big clothes, stand on the plastic floor that is about to be softened by the hot sun, and "enjoy" the "gentleness" of the instructor. Standing, what a simple action, but I am too tired to gnash my teeth. At first, Shuai Shuai's instructor gave us a duel. It turns out that an ordinary station still has so much knowledge. Standing and standing, my back ached and my legs ached, so I sat down at once, and my sweat kept dripping, which proved my bitterness and tiredness.
Unexpectedly, the bitter is yet to come. A few small moves, such as taking a break, turning left and right. , will completely crush us, which is even more difficult than XYZ of functions in algebra. Sunshine constantly tests our will, and our hands are sour, our feet are stiff, our bodies are sour, and our bodies are sticky. It's like eighteen layers of hell, which makes people have an impulse to run home and enjoy the cool air conditioning. But I must insist, if I fall down or give up, can I still be worthy of myself? The most terrible thing is the 30-minute military posture under the scorching sun. We have to endure not only the pain that the stomach shows us, but also the pain all over the body.
Soon, someone fell down and I was dying. My eyes began to blur, and I could only see some shadows vaguely. Slowly, my brain turned black. I saw the teacher and classroom in front of me, and I almost fell down, but I have a belief in my mind: I must persist for a while. Finally, I survived.
After a day, I felt everything. Looking back, it was actually worth it. It strengthened our discipline, made us understand the hardships and tiredness, tempered our will and inspired our fighting spirit. After so much suffering, what are we afraid of? Finally, I strongly hope that I can stick to the end and be a flower that will never die.
Tsui Hark: Put on your military uniform and cap and look at yourself in the mirror. I am very happy. Coming to school against the cool breeze blowing in the morning, I have an ignorant yearning for military training.
Military training has finally begun! Oh, my God! ! ! The dripping sweat washed away the hands and feet that had been excited and weak, and plotted a painful plot. Lazy Houyi! Why didn't you shoot the tenth sun? Now it is grinning triumphantly on our heads and drying us into fresh mummies with its vicious heat.
Dizzy! Doing one action in a daze, vaguely hearing that I want to run. Run, run. The distance between two laps at ordinary times is even farther than the Monkey King's ten somersaults. When I walk on the runway, my feet are like stepping on cotton. I don't know why, I feel my feet are weak and my mind is blank ... I know what happened next, but I don't know. Yes, I don't think so. Until now, when writing this article, I suddenly woke up by touching my broken hand: Oh, it turns out that I have always been the first in my life. Is military training hard? Bitter! Are you tired of military training? .
7. In the composition describing the details of the campus, the "last row" is the frontier of our class, with a vast territory and a sparse population and a bad climate. Therefore, "good classmates" stay at a respectful distance from each other, and "troublemakers" yearn for it. I didn't know what kind of person I belonged to until I sat in the last row.
An exam before the summer vacation, Jingzhou was careless and failed Maicheng, ranking thousands of feet. The distant Lingnan suddenly became my "back garden", but I didn't have Su Dongpo's boldness and freedom, and I couldn't sing the quip that "300 lychees a day are too lazy to be a Lingnan person". When the teacher announced the news, he immediately felt that the world was coming to an end.
Looking up, it was a few "troublemakers" with poor grades in the class. The window is on my left, and the cool breeze blows away the mist in front of me. Several "troublemakers" winked at me and winked at me, and "local natives" sent their unique greetings.
"Hey, little black, don't be depressed. The light here is not good and the air is fresh. Bad grades, not bad mood! " Cai comforted me with dialectics.
"Yes, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, just didn't do well! There will be another time! " Listen to Chen's spiritual victory method, which is quite reasonable.
On the surface, we are giggling, laughing and cursing in class, but in fact, we are also working hard in the dark! Cai recited the words with a flashlight under the covers. When Mr. Chen sleeps in the dormitory, he often sounds "I passed the exam" and "I succeeded". Looking at their sincere eyes and self-deceiving smiles, I have confidence again.
In a physics class, the physics teacher said a question in nonstandard Mandarin, but no one in the class could do it. It happened that I did it. I raised my hand and shook it desperately, but the teacher said, "Alas, why didn't anyone answer?" I'm disappointed, no! It's not that the teacher didn't see it, but that the teacher thinks that "good students" can't do it, not to mention "bad students" that I haven't let go for a long time. ...
A semester passed, and I left the "last row", together with Cai and Chen of the special train. Of course, the same number of people also "hit the arrow".
"Do you want to persuade them?"
"Well, we are not only passers-by, but also fellow travelers who have experienced ups and downs."
We walked to the sighing classmates: "The light here is not good and the air is fresh; Bad grades, not bad mood! "
Farewell, my exile, you have wronged me and experienced the storm. I think: there is always the "last row", but no one sits in the "last row" forever.
Anyway, I can understand it by copying this one. Take our front and rear seats for example.