Daquan composition 1 Dear friends,
Do you still remember me Maybe I remember or forget that although we have known you for more than four years, so far, you are a scar I don't want to uncover.
I still remember that when I was in the first grade, flowers and plants were in full bloom, and the fragrance was overflowing on the way when I first arrived. Suddenly, the car passed by and the pedestrians on the road were busy as usual. I came to school with heavy steps, signed up to play, and returned home at the same pace. Flowers still taste the same; The grass is still the same green; Trees, standing on the mainland, stick to their posts and persevere, day after day; I, on the other hand, gradually became hard in these vibrant things, and slowly became hard outside my mind; After the teacher announced, let's communicate freely. In the face of strange faces, I can't help being afraid. I didn't speak. I sit quietly in this vast sea of people. Time goes by. You came up to me, smiled at me and said, "What's your name?" My name is Ling. "I looked around and everyone around me was talking to others. At this moment, with big bright eyes and thin lips, you say, "What are you looking at? It's you, hee hee ~ ""My name is Ying, hello. " I answered shyly.
This is our first meeting, and the seeds of friendship are in bud in our hearts.
For more than four years, we have been singing and laughing, crying and crying, and there are many difficulties.
Probably the boys in the class are naughty and always play tricks on girls, but nothing the teacher says has any effect. However, when we are teased by each other, we will help each other.
So far, I admit that I am selfish. I admit that I don't want my friend to play better and be happier than me and her. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. I'm sorry, age. If youth permits, I really want to go back, back to that time, back to when I hurt you, and do it again, so as to do this to each other. Today, you will be by my side, right? I know it's impossible, but I still want to ...
At that time, there were some literary girls in the class, and they painted very well. You always have fun with them after class. Whenever you have a spring smile on your face, I am envious, not jealous. During that time, my young mind felt that it was "betrayal". After a long time, I really can't help it. In the afternoon, the rain is as big as beans, one drop and two drops. The rain is gradually increasing. We are not at school. We didn't open an umbrella and looked at other people's huge mushrooms. I am really unhappy, but today, on this rainy day, I am in trouble. On the way home, I suddenly scolded you. As for what I scolded, I don't remember. All I remember now is one sentence, "You know what you did." After saying those words, I regretted it. The next day, I wanted to apologize to you, but I couldn't say anything. I'm just being nice to you as always, trying to make up for what I said that day. However, is it still in time? Age.
By the second book of grade four, we grew up slowly, but the words of that day were still in our hearts and we wanted to apologize. At this time, the flower of friendship is brilliant, shining with the spark of youth, red as fire, pink as chardonnay, Bai Rushuang ... The bright rainbow color is burning with anger in my heart. However, I didn't realize that flowers may fall when they bloom. The next day, the sun was shining, and the sound of our books seemed to stay on the earth. Before class was over, the teacher came out and said sternly, "Students of * * age, come out for a while, the teacher has something to do." I was surprised to hear the teacher's harsh voice. Is that you? What the hell are you ...? This course passes quickly and suits me well. The students are going to watch the fun, and of course I am indispensable, because that is your business. When I went to the corridor and squeezed into the crowd, I saw your crying face. The noise of the students is in the middle. I watched you stand in the crowd and tried to talk, but you cried. Tears as big as beans slide down your face and finally flow into a "river". Finally, I realized that you made a mistake and your mother went to school to make trouble.
But I haven't seen you many times since then.
A few days ago, I surfed the Internet and opened QQ, so I couldn't interact with the mouse. I accidentally saw your account when I clicked on "Find a friend". Is that you? Is that you? I added you and noted: I am your former friend-Ying. After a few days, I thought we could chat, but when I opened QQ, you refused. So far, I still can't figure it out. Are we … friends? Isn't it?
Dark complexion, bright and huge eyes, thin lips, natural curly hair, always wearing a ponytail, although short, but never let others take advantage of themselves. Sweet and warm smile that day. ...
Me? Did I lose you? Express "function"
Do you know Daquan Composition 2? I am a good swimmer! But I also lost.
One day, I came to the swimming pool and saw a child. (.) She is wearing a sky-blue bathing suit, and the swimming cap is actually a crown! That crown is sky blue, too, like two fish playing. This is clearly Fuwa Beibei!
So, I got up the courage to go over to her and said, "How about a swimming competition?" She agreed without saying anything. You know, Beibei swims very well!
At this time, the other four Fuwa also came, Huanhuan volunteered to be the referee, and the other three Fuwa were our cheerleaders. I heard Huanhuan shout, "Ready, let's go!" When the cheerleaders and the referee shouted, Beibei and I rushed out together.
Ten meters from the finish line, I can hardly swim, only Beibei is still swimming hard. When I reached the finish line, I heard the cheerleaders shouting, "Beibei won, Beibei won!" " "I didn't expect Beibei to swim so fast that I couldn't catch up with her with all my strength.
Finally, I found Beibei and said to her, "Although you swim faster than me, I will refuel!" " "She didn't say anything to me, just looked at me and smiled.
Suddenly, my mother woke me up. It turns out that this interesting thing is a dream!
Daquan Composition 3 "Take Lei Feng as a Good Example, Be Loyal to the Revolution and the Party" Whenever I sing this song, the scene of Uncle Lei Feng's selfless service to the people will emerge in my mind.
Once, I heard a story of Uncle Lei Feng: One day, Uncle Lei Feng went out for a meeting. On the way, he saw a middle-aged woman holding a baby in her right hand, her son in her left hand and her daughter behind her. Walking, the little girl fell down and mud splashed all over her. Uncle Lei Feng immediately stepped forward and extended a helping hand to this middle-aged woman who had never met before. Not only did she help her hold the baby, but she also gave them the vest and steamed bread she ate on the road. I also bought tickets for women, put them on the train, and wiped the dirty things off my children along the way.
After reading this story, I feel that Lei Feng is really selfless. It is really rare for him to be so persistent with a person who has nothing to do with himself in today's society. Uncle Lei Feng is really worth learning.
Reminiscent of last weekend, the teacher asked us to do something good that we could. Although I didn't do much, it was not thrilling, but I expressed my heart. The day before yesterday, I was reading, and grandma went downstairs to throw garbage. Suddenly, the sound of the rushing water became louder and louder. I immediately went to the window and found that I didn't know which solar water pipe was broken and the water kept flowing out. It immediately occurred to me that I should find this family at once, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. So I knocked on the door one by one and asked, the first floor and the second floor. Finally, the family members were found and the problem was solved in time. At this time, although I was sweating profusely, my heart was full of happiness, because I also learned from Uncle Lei Feng and became a "hero".
Today, I went to cram school and met my classmates on the way. I'm going to cram school with him. We talked and laughed all the way and were very happy. Then I remembered that there was a steamed stuffed bun in my schoolbag.
So I took out the steamed stuffed bun and began to eat it. I chatted with him while eating, and I didn't want to eat after two bites. So I took the steamed stuffed bun in my hand and didn't eat any more.
When my classmates saw it, they asked me inexplicably, saying, you took all the steamed bread all the way, why didn't you eat it? I smiled shyly and said I would eat later. I really don't want to eat now. Unconsciously, I came to the downstairs of the cram school. I'm just about to throw this steamed stuffed bun into the trash can. When my classmates saw it, they immediately stopped me and said that we can't waste food like this. This is all the hard work of the farmer's uncle. It is wrong of you to do so.
Hearing this, my face burned. Finally, I finally finished eating the steamed stuffed bun. I accepted the criticism of my classmates with a guilty conscience. I think what I did was wrong. I should not waste food. I made a mistake.
I must cherish food and get rid of this bad habit in the future.
Today is New Year's Eve. Go shopping with my mother at night and walk on the busy street. I can't help but be surprised: the streets are brightly lit and all kinds of lights are dancing alone in the desolate streets. Only a few shops and markets are waiting for customers. The cold wind in the street seems to be colder than other places. Most shops and markets are closed, as if to avoid the cold wind.
Why are only street lamps doing desolate embellishment? Anyone here? This street is crowded and lively, and the shouts of bargaining between shopkeepers and customers have stopped. This year, why can't you feel the taste of the year? Think of a few years ago: lanterns are hung high in the streets and lanes, lantern paper is exposed under the lights, and lively lights are flashing. Smiling faces are everywhere, and busy people are everywhere: buying new year's goods, posting Spring Festival couplets, discount shops, markets, and shopkeepers are shouting. Are you busy?
I can't help but lower my head and think for a long time: maybe people no longer pay attention to the taste of the year, which is homesickness. Home is always a happy and warm harbor for people. No matter where you wander, you will eventually return to a warm harbor. People no longer pay attention to material value, and a strong homesickness arises. The song "Come home often" is it?
Daquan Composition 6 Class 1, Senior High School 1 Wu Wenjing
Shocking! Shocking!
I'm afraid only these two words can describe the inner surge.
Tall and straight back, high neck, firm eyes, hands tightly clutched between trouser legs, and several poetic scenes should be seen: pine and cypress stand upright, insisting that Qingshan does not relax ... because of excessive force, knuckles are white and blue veins are exposed. Breeze blowing, tight body almost slightly shaking, but finally stopped, we finally have the charm of soldiers.
Fortunately, our military training has not been scorched by the scorching sun, nor can we boast that it has experienced the glorious hardship of "clothes can hold water". But a few tiny drops of sweat will seep from your face, caress your eyebrows along your forehead, itch and penetrate your heart, but you can only move.
The slogan echoed in the high walls of the campus, then spread in circles until it disappeared and restored calm.
"One, two, one, two, one", the instructor took pains to repeat the password with his simple and bright voice with an accent, and his tall and resolute back expounded their pride.
After the training, we talked about ideals, ambitions, teaching, saving lives and taking a trip ... Those students who were invited by their tutors to stand in front of the team and direct their students to sing or perform themselves did not pretend to be timid. We are soldiers at this moment. Soldiers must be brave and generous.
In the middle school in August, the whole world was melted by this camouflage uniform!
Rows of standing figures, drops of steaming sweat, loud slogans, episodes, stories, songs and applause, five days passed in the instructor's password, students' footsteps and the rustling of leaves.
After a hard day's work, lying on the shabby bed in the dormitory, listening to the breathing of roommates one after another, everything was quiet, and I always felt a feeling surging quietly in my heart.
I think that's probably a heroic feeling that belongs only to soldiers.
New Year's Day this year is my happiest day!
That day, my father and I. Mom. My brother came to Nanning to see the lanterns with brisk steps.
We came to Nanhu Park. Four reds. The yellow dragon jumped into my eyes first. The whole body of the fire dragon is shining with golden light. Seen from a distance, it flies like four sea dragons in the wide Drum Tower Square. Surrounded by colorful lanterns, it is like an ocean of lights, as if the Milky Way had fallen into the world. I feel like I am in heaven.
We finally got to the front through the bustling crowd. Looking closely, I saw two dragons dancing and jumping around a big fireball ... They stood with their heads held high, showing two rows of sharp white teeth, dancing gracefully and flying in the sky. The glittering and translucent body shines like a crystal gem. The tail like a big fan is raised high, as if it is extremely proud of the great achievements of the motherland. There are a pair of Ssangyong pearls in the distance! Four dragons are singing and dancing, and Xiang Hao is celebrating the New Year with us. Ah! The wisdom and sweat of a billion people have merged into a surging river. Isn't this beaming dragon the cultural cause of our great motherland?
Look at these lanterns, they are really beautiful. I come to see lanterns every New Year's Day!
I had a good time this New Year's Day.