Keywords: My heart is in the fifth grade of my primary school.

This article is suitable for: the fifth grade of primary school.

Composition source:

This composition is about 500 words in the fifth grade of primary school. The topic is: "Write my heart by hand (8)". Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically.

My growing years 2065 438+00 September 4th.

Childhood is like a curved boat, carrying us in endless dreams; Childhood is like a cheerful song, singing our happy life heartily.

Who doesn't have an interesting thing in a colorful childhood? It makes me laugh to think of those past events now.

Childhood is interesting.

One cool evening, when I finished my homework, I began to read. Suddenly seeing the phrase "people who eat ink grow up to be promising" made me curious. There was no one at home, so I took the ink bottle, unscrewed the lid and licked it carefully with my tongue. Wow-smelly and astringent! I couldn't help but frown and vomit, thinking: I usually watch my mother cook, and I put all the spices. Why don't I put some in and adjust the taste? So, I put all the sugar in the seasoning box into the ink bottle, stirred it with chopsticks for a long time, then closed my eyes and looked up. "One, two, three", I drank a bottle of ink in one breath, wiped my mouth and jumped up happily. "Wow-I can go to college tomorrow!"

Childhood is also bitter.

In the summer vacation when I was 9 years old, I attended a military summer camp. It was raining lightly and breezy that day, and the military training was not terminated because of the weather. At first, the campers were very serious, but after all, it was the first time to receive such exercise, and soon everyone became uncomfortable. Some scratched, some covered their knees with their hands, and some shouted back pain. Seeing us like this, the instructor said to us loudly: "Children, although military training is a little bitter, if you want to have the temperament of a soldier, you have to be hard-working and have strong perseverance, especially in a tough environment, in order to exercise your will." The instructor's words taught us, so we cheered up and continued to train seriously.

Childhood, can you stop? Let me put you in my photo album, I hope time will not dilute your beautiful colors!

Childhood!

This is a fact in the dream,

This is a real dream,

Memories are tearful smiles.

-Bing Xin (starry spring water)

Mom's words: there are joys and tears in childhood. Write down your own voice with the pen in your hand, record the dribs and drabs in your growth, and then open it when you grow up. What kind of mood will it be? Gradually, you will find that a diary is like your closest partner, recording your memories, your joys and sorrows, and your growing years. This is a precious gift you left for yourself. Treat it well and treat it with heart!

Three keys 20 10 September 10

I read in a book the other day that teenagers like us, who are 10- 13 years old, usually have a mentality of not letting others see their own things. This mentality is called "adult feeling".

I don't feel this way, but I decided to cultivate my "sense of adulthood" like a small tree, so that adults don't think I haven't grown up. If you don't want others to see your things, why don't you just lock them? So, I locked my door, drawer and diary, and looked at three more keys on my chest, and a nameless joy welled up in my heart.

When I went home, I found a key missing from my box. Was it stolen by "Jianghu thieves"? I was so anxious to look for it, and with great difficulty, I finally found the key to the door. Thank god I didn't lose it. I've thought about it, and there's nothing to keep secret in the room. Besides, how troublesome it is to find the key every day! On second thought, I threw away the first key.

A few days later, new troubles came to me again. My pencil boxes are all in the drawer, and I take them many times a day. Locked for a while, opened for a while, and locked people will go crazy, not to mention I am impatient, don't worry about me! On second thought, I threw away the key on the drawer.

Look at the diary again After writing an article, the teacher will correct it and the students will communicate. The lock on the diary doesn't mean much, just throw away the key.

Yes! Just like us 10- 13-year-olds, why should we lock up our hearts?

Mom's words: son, as you get older, you really grow up, not only in appearance, but also in mind. I will try my best to be a competent mother. I hope your growth will not hinder the communication between mother and son.

Autumn wind 20 10 late autumn, autumn wind blows the motherland. It wrinkled the vast clear water, bent the slender branches of willows and blew colorful kites in Jiefang Square.

We are no strangers to the wind. The breeze in spring, the cool breeze in summer, the whirlwind in autumn and the cold wind in winter pass by us all the time. Is a mysterious hermit that we can't see or touch. For a while, the wind is like a clever child; Like a naughty urchin for a while; After a while, we beat our bodies violently. The wind is changeable.

On this day, the wind roared, and the momentum was like tribes roaring in the air, as if the waves of the beautiful sea were one after another, and as if they were angry lions and tigers. Still like a stubborn child, he threw away the clothes hanging on the windowsill when something happened. It also smashed doors and windows with one punch. It regarded dust, sand, dead leaves and dry branches as its companions by various means, stirred wildly, and played circle games with leaves until it was dark.

The next day, the wind was still blowing wildly, and the trees on the roadside were staggered by the wind, and branches fell from the trees from time to time. The streets are dusty, and scattered scraps of paper and garbage are swept into the air by the wind, swirling. Pedestrians on the road can only squint, close their mouths and struggle against the wind.

The wind finally subsided, the paper in the air began to fall slowly, the swaying trees gradually stopped, the wind passed, and the earth was quiet again.

Mom's words: the quality of the diary this semester has improved obviously. Looking through your diary, whether it is words or materials, makes my mother happy. This really responds to what you said, "If I write with my heart, I can write well." Yes, whatever you do, you will get another result with your heart. Come on! Continue to pay attention to your side and pay more attention to observation. Mom expects you to present more exciting content!