When we were children, we all had some fairy tales. The illustrations and stories in fairy tales will make children remember deeply. Fairy tales tell children the truth, goodness and beauty of the world. In a beautiful environment, we should learn to cherish a kind of truth. Fairy tales bring innocent childhood to children, and it is in this environment that we grow up healthily. Every time they hear a story, the children will laugh and say, "This man is really stupid."
As teenagers, we always like to read some martial arts novels or youth novels. Every novel always tells us something about being a man, which is also a warning to us in confusion, so that we should not make their mistakes again. Every time we finish reading a novel, we will discuss it with our classmates. When we discuss, we will laugh and say, "This novel is really beautiful."
When I was a child, I was busy with my studies. It was rare to have free time several times a week to calm down and enjoy the peace brought by books. At this time, we always like to read some philosophical books, which often contain a sad story. After reading such a book, we can't help crying and sympathizing with the protagonist's experience.
When people reach middle age, they worry about their families and careers, so they don't have much time to read books. I just read the newspaper while eating breakfast every day.
In his later years, he enjoyed Sun Mantang's happiness here, and recalled the beauty of the past and the books he read in the past every day. In the afternoon, when reading in the sun and chatting with friends, they will all smile kindly at this moment, or sometimes get together with their families and learn their own literary knowledge with the younger generation.
The road to growth is accompanied by books. Reading is a habit and a way to cultivate one's sentiment. Reading a good book will benefit you a lot and make you laugh.
Find a 600-word book, bookish, with the paper writing of our bank, which won't move, but the knowledge inside is alive. It is an indispensable "flavoring agent" in life and a learned scholar. When I was a child, I read comic books such as Old Master Q and Doraemon, and I was immersed in laughter. At school, my composition book became my good friend. I hold the "composition book" every day to absorb the essence, and now my writing level is constantly improving. Soon, I fell in love with the four classical novels. Watching Journey to the West, reading A Dream of Red Mansions, tasting the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and reading Water Margin almost became my whole life. I am often infected by the spirit of Qi Xin's unity that The Journey to the West's master and apprentice Qi Xin worked together to tide over the difficulties, and I admire the heroic actions of Shuihuzhong 108. The nervous mood can never be calm. Primary school is about to graduate. The teacher suggested that we read Chinese and foreign literary masterpieces, so I went to the bookstore "Taobao" ... I sighed for Aletha's childhood and was moved by Robinson's spirit of not giving in to fate. Old Stories in the South of the City, Besieged City, Camel Xiangzi, Morning Flowers and Evening Picking Up .................................................................................................................................................. smiles when he is happy and sighs when he is sad. After the first day of junior high school, the book became my inseparable good friend. When the book has accompanied me through the spring and autumn of 14 years, I understand a truth: reading when I am happy doubles my happiness. Read when you are sad, and sorrow is halved. Reading in my spare time is lonely. Reading in leisure time is the destination of the soul. The most important thing is that books can be far away, and there are poems in the abdomen, and self-improvement is endless.
Composition: The first 600-word "A () homework"; On the weekend, the math teacher assigned an interesting assignment-how tall is a big tree? The students were overjoyed, but they didn't expect it to be a difficult task. On Saturday afternoon, my good friend Gu Xinyuan and I took good tools: a tape measure, a bamboo pole and a notebook to a big tree and took action with great interest. We first measured the actual length of the bamboo pole, but this procedure is very simple. But when the shadows are long, the weather becomes bad for us. It has brought great inconvenience to our operation. The key to measuring the shadow of bamboo poles and trees is to move quickly, because if time is long, the length of the shadow will change. I can't help it. I have to wait until the sun is completely exposed. But when we went home to have a rest, the sun came out again. When we hurried downstairs, the sun disappeared. In this way, we struggled for a long time and didn't finish our homework. Finally, we decided to stay under the tree. Wait for the best opportunity. Many things have happened, and the sun finally appeared. We were so excited that our resentment vanished in a flash. We acted quickly and cooperated tacitly, and soon finished measuring the shadow of the bamboo pole. Now only the shadow of the big tree is left. Who knows, just about to start work, the sun hid naughtily again, and our joy vanished at once. I complain that I am really helpless, because all previous efforts may be in vain. After waiting patiently for about five minutes, the sun finally appeared. We were ecstatic, made a quick survey and made a brief record, and finally calculated the height of the tree accurately. At this time, we both breathed a long sigh of relief. Yes, it is inevitable that there will be bumps in the road of life, so we should be a person who makes progress despite difficulties. At the same time, I also feel the power of unity, a power of nothingness. Then ask Mr. Chen, the art teacher! Teacher Chen said; "We don't need to draw today, so I'll give you an assignment to test what color the two colors will become when they are put together, let everyone do it, and then record the composite color of the two colors." As soon as the voice fell, I immediately started. I took a bucket of water, squeezed out a bunch of blue pigments, put them in a color plate, squeezed out a bunch of green pigments, put some water and put them together. I picked up a combination brush and kept stirring two kinds of pigments. The color is dark blue at first, with a little green in the blue. I kept stirring and the color changed again. Even I don't know what color it is. I did another experiment. I want to highlight pink. I took out a purple pigment and a white pigment, and kept stirring, and the color changed. It was lavender at first, so I put some white on it and insisted. But it was too strong, so I continued to wear it. Finally, purple changed from the original color to pink. I shouted that the original color would be ever-changing After using up the paint, I can color it in two other colors. I recorded it. After that, I developed many colors, all of which I recorded. I finished my homework, and I gave it to the teacher. The teacher praised me. Part III: A special homework I will never forget which special homework it is-washing my parents' feet. Because it makes me feel love. Affection is the most beautiful part of human emotions, and the love of parents is the greatest love. Since the birth of a life, parents began to love him, support him and work hard. Even in adulthood, parents' love will not decrease. It is precisely because parents love our children too much that we ignore their hard work. To this end, the teacher left us a special homework-washing our parents' feet once. In the sunset, a slender figure dragged her tired body home. I opened the door and called kindly, "Mom, you're back!" " Then I brought a cup of hot tea and handed it to my mother. There was a gratified smile on her face. "Mom, let me wash your feet once! Growing up, you washed my feet, but I never washed your feet. Today, let me wash your feet once! " Although my mother was a little surprised, she nodded with a smile. I brought water to wash my mother's feet. Inadvertently, a microwave oven appeared in the basin. I looked up and found my mother in tears and a happy smile on her aging face. I choked and pulled off my mother's shoes with trembling hands. I can't help myself at this moment. I cried because I saw it. It became rough for me, my heart was boiling, and I hugged my mother. We hugged each other and shed tears. There is a smile in this tear, and there are tears in the smile. That tear is for my mother, and that flower-like smile is for my daughter's consideration. After I finished this special homework, I realized more: we all live in the tolerance of family and grow up in the nourishment of love. We also realized it more deeply.
I laughed all the way at the 600-word composition "Mountains cover the day, the sea exhausts the golden river, and it is 300 miles wide to climb a floor". This is a mysterious door that my mother opened to my immature mind when I was still babbling-classic reading. In the spring and autumn of more than ten years, classic reading is like an inexhaustible spring, which moistens my heart bit by bit. I have an indissoluble bond with books.
Open the composition book, the wonderful fragments in the text attracted me; When I opened the first page of the fairy tale book, I was deeply impressed by the genius of the fairy tale writer; When I open every page of the textbook, I am intoxicated with the knowledge in the text. Books brought me into the door of knowledge, and I fell in love with reading and classic reading.
Accompanied by the cool breeze and bright moon, I often indulge in ordinary or extraordinary storylines in classic books: when I read Water Margin, I fantasize that I am one of the heroes, and when I see rough roads, I draw my sword to help. When I watched Journey to the West, I wished I was the Monkey King, and with a whoosh of seventy-two, I realized my dream. When I watch The Romance of Three Kingdoms, I will do it for Zhou Yu.
Reading gave me a door to explain love. Through it, I read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's Back. Thinking of the faltering back, I seem to see my mother and feel her love for me. My mother is a rural woman. She has no culture and doesn't understand reason. But she has been paying for us, a kind of unrequited payment. She holds up half the sky for me with thin hands. I'm afraid that the burden of life will crush her waist into a meniscus. Looking at my mother's back, I left tears for her for the first time. It was the book that made me understand my mother's love and heart, taught me to work hard for my mother, and made my mother not so hard.
Classic reading is extensive and profound, including the eternal treasures in the world, showing the light of human nature, like a clear spring flowing in my heart ... With classic reading, I grew up and matured. Students, let's love classic reading!
I believe that in this era, everyone has a happy family. Of course, me too. I also have a harmonious home.
In my family, I am like a little parent. To put it simply, I am responsible for the health of my family. Under my leadership, my family has a comfortable environment.
And my parents are the hardest. I don't even have the strength to talk when I get home every day. Over the years, they have worked hard to support this family. They have done everything for this family. I left the best for me and the most tiring work for myself, but I never complained about anything.
As a member of my family, I can do very little. I can only try my meager strength to share their worries; Talk to them more. Don't let them worry about me, worry about me.
I am a member of my family, and I want to do something for my family with my greatest strength. Bring some happiness to my family.
20 14 Spring Festival, the song "Where Has Time Been" touched many people. My most impressive lyric is "Give him the love of my life, just for my parents."
Yes, my parents gave us all their love and grew white hair. But I can't get any care from my children.
Many times, we didn't realize the meaning of getting home, but we left him behind. But in the end, I couldn't find it.
We all have a family, and we are all members of it. Please spend more time and energy on your family and leave more care to your loved ones. Because home is our only and only harbor.
Harvest a beautiful composition 600 words Title: Harvest a beautiful composition.
Harvest a beautiful, will make you feel one day; Harvest a beautiful, will make you excited in January; Harvest a beautiful, will make you happy for a year; Harvest a beautiful, will make your life wonderful.
Stepping into the door of junior high school, colorful middle school life has brought us joy and emotion. A few days ago, Spring Festival travel rush Gaofeng just finished his two long-distance races at this Spring Festival travel rush Summit. Although I feel unwell, I still insist on running the whole course.
The referee's gun went off and the 3000-meter race began. One athlete is shouldering the burden of winning glory for his class and embarking on this difficult journey. Everyone is trying to run on the white runway and wants to win glory for the class. But there are still many people who come down halfway because 3000 meters is too long. She also walked with heavy steps, and the glittering and translucent sweat slipped down her cheeks and fell to the ground, letting the earth remember this brave and strong girl. The gun went off in the last lap of 3000 meters. The sound has brought strength to all athletes and made them see the hope of victory. Her legs died faster and her arms swung stronger. But physical discomfort and physical ignorance have made her unable to surpass the people in front. Finally, she won the fifth place. After the game, she cried because she felt that this was not the result she wanted. In our opinion, it would be good to finish the 3000-meter race and get the ranking, but she shed tears because she didn't get the top three.
Look at her. She's limping. Tomorrow's 15000m should be gone. The next day, her feet were swollen, and even walking hurt. Her classmates advised her not to take part in the competition, but she insisted on taking part. Familiar gunfire rang again. Although today's schedule is shortened by half compared with yesterday, every step will be very hard because of her physical condition. Finally, she finished the competition by her own perseverance, and she won the second place. Our whole class cheered for her and was proud of her.
Say goodbye to childhood. I have grown up. I have to face many things by myself. I can't hide under my parents' shoulders any longer. It was her wonderful performance on the white runway that made me understand that life is like this long-distance race, and the road is long and dangerous. On the way, I will encounter countless difficulties, and I must overcome them with strong perseverance and brave spirit. Step by step, run to the bright red finish line. This sports meeting has given me a kind of beauty, a kind of beauty that will benefit me for life.
A meeting is a warm 450-word meeting, a meeting of hearts, an expression of emotions and an expected result. The tree and the old hornet's nest beside it are proof that I met them again. I still remember those years when I lived in my grandfather's old villa, where there was a spacious yard. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. Every morning, the warm sunshine will be generous. ...
The composition of "One Effort, One Harvest" is 650 words. When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, in a music class, the teacher announced an exciting news: on the eve of June 1 this year, the fifth talent show for primary and middle school students in Zhanyi County will be held in Baishui No.1 Middle School. I hope the students jump in! I have been learning piano for some time. It has always been my dream to participate in high-level competitions, and I also want to take this opportunity to "show off". Thinking of this, I signed up my teacher in public. When I wrote the lyrics, I confidently said that I would play the world famous song "For Alice"! At this time, the teacher seemed to want to say something, but stopped. He just gave me a special look. I finally won the game and thought about "showing off"! I went home to try it, and I almost got scared. It took a lot of effort to play the first sound, and it took a long time to identify a mi sound. Looking for every note like this, when is the end! At this time, I feel that life is really a bit too ignorant. No wonder the teacher gave me such a special look when filling in the entry. But on second thought, since you have vowed in front of so many classmates and boasted in front of teachers, you should stick to it. Who gave me a fever to make a decision? If you give up now, won't you be laughed at by everyone? Besides, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you put your heart into it, I will fight! In the next exercise, I overcame all kinds of difficulties and pushed forward with difficulty. On the first day, I practiced the first part roughly, looked at it and spent two whole hours. This kind of exercise has never been done before. The next day, I was even more puzzled, because the following content was even more difficult, headless and disorganized, and it was all chords, arpeggios, leaning sounds, triplets and ones.
Some continuous sounds with a large span, these are very difficult! Two hours later, I was exhausted, and almost had the idea of giving up. But I remembered the promise of that day. At that moment on the stage, I cheered myself up again: "Huang Chuhao, you can't give up halfway, and success is waving to you!" Don't you just give up the opportunity, the stage and the reputation? "My heart was crossed. I straightened up and hit hard. I love Japan and cherish my strength, but I persisted. A few days later, with some feelings, a few days after a hungry practice began, the music teacher came to the classroom again and asked, "How's the practice?" "Not bad." "You must find the right tone!" She said with concern. This sentence really touched my sore spot, and the tone made me very painful, but I was afraid to tell the truth for fear that the teacher would cancel my qualification. After that, the teacher asked Xia Binbin and Xia Rongrong about their twins' practice (their entry is Anchovies in the Moonlight) and comforted them: "Practice hard." And left. At this time, students flocked to Xia Binbin and Xia Rongrong, asking questions in succession. Because I am usually responsible for managing everyone's discipline and criticizing many people, it is very empty and deserted here. I feel so lonely at this moment! It's angry! Nothing to say! I can only secretly comfort me who has been hit hard: forget it, I will show you who I am then! I swallowed the day. Time flies, there are only four or five days before the competition, and my "For Alice" is no longer stuttering. But the string of chromatic scales in the * * * part of the tune still stands in front of me like an insurmountable cliff. This chromatic scale is not simple, it is from high to low, no matter the white key or black keys, you should play it quickly from beginning to end. As the game approaches, a fierce battle is being staged. Get up with middle school students in the morning and practice a primary school.
Qin didn't go to school until then; In the evening, children's laughter came from outside the window. I really envy their freedom. But I held back and said to myself, "Hold on for a few more days, and I won't get less happiness from the stage than them!" " "I am resisting the temptation of the game and continuing to practice the date of the game as scheduled. I was very excited, accompanied by my father, and went to Baishui No.1 Middle School. Get off and have a look. Wow! What a big stage, so many people! I'm not nervous at all. The game started, and I ranked 23rd. This position is good, you can relax and learn from your classmates' competition experience. The results of the competition between Xia Binbin and Xia Rongrong came out, not bad, which added a lot of pressure to me. To make matters worse, contestant 17, the eldest sister of Grade 6 in Baishui No.1 Middle School, heard that her guzheng passed 10! Her guzheng Variations on Jasmine also came out and got the highest score at present. At this time, my pressure can be imagined. Can I compete with her? I am still a child who has only passed the third grade piano! I keep cheering myself up: "relax, everything will be fine!" " ""Next, please enjoy the piano music for Alice. I calmly walked onto the stage, bowed down and began to perform. At first, I was a little nervous. At this moment, I seem to hear my teacher and father encouraging me with powerful words: "Give full play, you are the best!" " "Later, I gradually entered the state. Playing to * * *, I have been intoxicated with this wonderful melody. I only feel that the piano black and white keys jumps and shuttles between my fingers, and the result is roaring. The result is actually higher than the big sister. I won! Looking back now, the hard work and experience of that month were worthwhile.
Composition: A kind of sadness is a kind of happiness. In the 400-word "Holding up the Sun in My Heart", there are two sentences: "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later." This was said by Fan Zhongyan, the great prime minister of the Song Dynasty.
I heard the story of his "eating porridge": when he was a child, his family was so poor that he didn't even have enough to eat, but he was very ambitious and studied hard. He only cooks a small pot of porridge a day, eats it when it is cold, and only eats a small piece at a time. Because he has suffered, he knows sadness and joy, and puts sadness before joy. Only in this way can we make a great contribution to history and leave a famous saying for future generations.
However, I often think that I am a happy child and should eat well, dress well and play well. At home, my parents always rely on me and satisfy me, as if I was born to enjoy happiness, not knowing sadness or hardship. One day, at school, I ate all the ducks on my plate and left the bamboo shoots to throw away. I'm not happy that the teacher stopped me!
Come to think of it, bamboo shoots are good things, but I don't like them. I'm going to fall down? There are still many children who don't even have enough to eat, and bamboo shoots to eat? If you don't cherish what you have to eat, can others care about what you haven't eaten? Don't care about others, but care about the country? If you don't care about your country, can you really understand sadness and happiness? Want to change! Completely change!
I must firmly remember that "the world is worried first, and the world is happy afterwards." These two sentences, starting from small things, are determined to hold up the sun in our hearts-our great motherland!
Grateful for a fragrant composition 800 words "Grateful for a fragrant composition"
On the three-foot platform, white chalk heads stained the teacher's hair in our childhood, adolescence and youth in running all the way.
It was a warm back that gave me a beautiful scenery. I like to sit by the window, because then I can see the outside-the small world on campus, and the teacher's back that is fading away.
Zhuangzi said well; "My life is limited and my knowledge is limited." Nothing can help us more than a teacher in the process of seeking knowledge. Teachers, teachers, teachers are kind to us, and we should learn to be grateful.
Teachers are "engineers of human souls", "gardeners" and "ladders". They want to be "silkworms in spring weave until they die" and shoulder the heavy responsibility of spreading civilization. Many teachers also inherited Confucius' idea of "teaching people tirelessly". Our country has inherited a heart of respecting teachers and valuing morality since ancient times; In Japan, the teaching profession enjoys a high social status and relatively stable and rich income; Finland has the best middle schools in the world, and the social status of teachers here is unimaginable in other countries and regions; There is a saying in South Korea: "Even the shadow of the teacher can't be stepped on." It can be seen how respected teachers are.
I like the lyrics of Thank Teacher: I still remember the first word you taught, the first poem I recited, and the first sentence you praised me. You are the first key to my heart. Thanks to the teacher, thanks to the teacher ... although it was just humming, it sang my heart.
Teacher, I always scream like this at school, but who knows how much I want to meet her in the street, or in a corner outside the school, and then gently call "Sister". Maybe she is only a few years older than me, or maybe we talked a lot before. In a word, she is my "sister" whom I respect very much. We used to talk about study, life and life after self-study at night. Sometimes a few words can be condensed into one look, even a few seconds of silence in each other's eyes can make you understand my mind, which shows how well she knows me, and the premise of understanding a person is attention, communication and care. Thank you, thank you teacher.
I want to ask for leave again because of a slight cold. It was the class teacher who took the initiative to ask me if I had a fever, a headache and whether I needed an injection ... Tears blurred my vision, and every drop of tears was touched. Every drop was finally strung into a flower and bloomed with love. Thank you, teacher. I love you too.
Growth is a tree. Under the guidance of tree rings, the branches are thinking about the future. A branch is divided into two, and the two extend into countless roots. When we looked back, the tree with no name was already flourishing. Branches are every road we walk, and leaves are every happiness on the road. The sun that gives sunshine behind us is the teacher, accompanying us all the way.
You said, "I'm just doing my duty as a teacher!" " You said, "As long as you are obedient, not making noise is the best reward for the teacher." You said, "I'm just an ordinary teacher. "You said ... but you know what? You have been deeply imprinted in our hearts. I've always wanted to tell you that the time I spent with you will be my best memory. Your kind words are floating in my heart, just like clouds in the sky, coming and going leisurely, and the rustling chalk makes the brightest music.
Grateful heart, thank you ... The melody gently reminds me that it is a refreshing aromatherapy.
The love of relatives, friendship and husband and wife, but the love between teachers and students is often ignored. Since childhood, although the memory of being with teachers has been more or less forgotten, I can still remember every teacher's face, serious, angry and smiling, not because of his good memory, but because teachers and students are not only disseminators and receivers of knowledge. There are stories between teachers and students. It's a sketch, it's a text movement.
Your kindness is like the sea, sometimes calm, sometimes rough, but it moves you every time.
A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: thank you, my beloved teacher, for accompanying me all the way and growing up with me.
The wind rises and falls. May the fragrance of gratitude accompany you and make you smile happily forever.