When I was in the fourth grade in Guangdong, I had a picky little friend.
Her clever and keen eyes are embedded in the melon face, and there is a small cherry mouth under her small and exquisite nose, which is very lively and lovely. A tall ponytail with a unique bow.
She is from Sichuan and likes to eat Chili. Her other hobby is finding fault. She is a health worker in her class. Should she have her nails cut or her hair cut? She should wear a hairpin that doesn't match her color and skin color. Someone said, "You are too generous!" But she didn't manage it properly, so she became recognized as the "king of nitpicking" in her class.
She is not only in my class, but also my deskmate and neighbor. So I picked countless thorns. In a Chinese class, the teacher gave out monthly examination papers. Wow! I got 100, which made me ecstatic. Just after class, "picky king" took my test paper and saw her scanning line by line. Then her keen little eyes stared at a place and said to the teacher, "You have misjudged this question." The teacher looked at the test paper and said, "You're right, it's the teacher's negligence." My test paper suddenly became 99 points.
Our family moved to Shanghai soon. At the end of the term, after the exam, I set off with my family that afternoon.
One day soon after I arrived in Shanghai, I received a courier from Guangdong. When I opened the eye-catching three characters at the bottom of the homepage, the name of "picky king" first came to my eye. I thought to myself, how can this "king of nitpicking" catch up with Shanghai? Let's look at this letter first. I read it carefully: "Po, congratulations!" " You got a double percentage at the end of the term. The teacher and everyone miss you very much. I picked the most faults for you before. Please don't hate me ... "
I couldn't help crying after reading the letter, papers and awards. I thought: I really should thank the "critical king". If she hadn't helped me correct so many mistakes at ordinary times, I wouldn't have achieved such good results today.
Now, I often think of this good partner. With such friends, I will make faster progress.
2. My mother's composition is 400 words, and the fifth grade action description is tenacious.
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The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire never completely devours them, but they grow taller in the spring breeze. vast
A grass can show its vitality, it will not be blown down by strong winds, nor will it be burned by wildfires.
The flood can't drown it. It is tenacious grass.
Grass, an ordinary plant, has an extraordinary spirit. Grass can be seen everywhere, but not much.
This means that they are very fragile. On the contrary, people who step on grass will not wither, but will straighten up again.
Stand up; When the wind roared across the grass, they didn't get up, but clung to the ground. such as
If you look at the roots of grass, you will find that its roots are very long. It sticks long roots under the soil.
Yes, the extraordinary spirit of grass is' tenacity'.
Grass will encounter all difficulties and stubbornly survive every disaster; It doesn't have a gorgeous appearance, but it will be powerful.
A strong and unyielding life. Although people are very small, if they try to overcome all difficulties, they will become tenacious;
Grass takes root in fertile land and will not be blown down by strong winds. People have a firm will and will not be frustrated by ups and downs.
Give in. The grass has been trampled down, and only by standing up can we continue to survive; People are depressed by setbacks, but they are quite depressed.
A straight back can lead to success. The tenacity of grass is intriguing! What makes grass so strong? It's that student.
The will to survive; What makes people so determined? It is faith that leads to success. People, only faith.
Only by perseverance, perseverance and overcoming all difficulties can we survive in this highly competitive society. Frustrated by ups and downs
Later, never give up, face it bravely, like grass, and survive every disaster with tenacious perseverance!
The wind knows the grass. Only wind energy can feel the tenacity of grass. The mountain has been tempered a lot, so the fire burns.
Only when you are idle can you walk out of danger calmly. Grass will always grow tenaciously in this land.
In fact, I will always remember that tenacious perseverance.
3. The expression and action description of the composition in the fifth grade of primary school "Jump fifty times a day, and how long it is is ten centimeters!" Teacher Mao said.
We are all very excited, because during this big class break, Teacher Mao came up with a new way of playing: jumping and touching the heights. He wants us to feel the taste of "flying man".
When we arrived at the gymnasium, Mr. Mao took out a bamboo pole from the equipment room, which was about two meters long. A rope is tied to the bamboo pole, and a bag is hung under the rope. There is a volleyball in the bag. What we have to do is run five meters away and then jump up to play volleyball. It looks very challenging, and we are all eager to try.
Here we go. "Zhu Xiao" was the first shot. He ran quickly to the bamboo pole, only to see him under the ball. With a leap, the ball was hit with a bang, and everyone exclaimed. In this way, the male students rushed up like fearless warriors, and a series of cheers came one after another.
When it was my turn, I rushed over, jumped up, stretched out my right hand again, tried to suck milk, straightened my hand, patted it hard, and finally almost passed the ball. I ran back to the team in frustration.
When Mao Longying went up, I took a closer look. I saw that he was running very fast and jumping very lightly. He patted down hard, and his hand and ball fell off, so the rope was scattered by Mao Longying. Finally, it was my turn again. This time I ran at a sprint speed of 100 meters, jumped up desperately, but I couldn't beat it. Great, I won! Teacher Mao found that there were only boys and no girls. It turned out that they were all far away, so he called all the girls over and asked them to dance.
We laughed at them just as those girls looked at us just now. Soon, the big recess is over, and I look forward to jumping higher next time.
4. The expression and action description of the composition in the fifth grade of primary school "Jump fifty times a day, and how long it is is ten centimeters!" Teacher Mao said. We are all very excited, because during this big class break, Teacher Mao came up with a new way of playing: jumping and touching the heights. He wants us to feel the taste of "flying man".
When we arrived at the gymnasium, Mr. Mao took out a bamboo pole from the equipment room, which was about two meters long. A rope is tied to the bamboo pole, and a bag is hung under the rope. There is a volleyball in the bag. What we have to do is run five meters away and then jump up to play volleyball. It looks very challenging, and we are all eager to try.
Here we go. "Zhu Xiao" was the first shot. He ran quickly to the bamboo pole, only to see him under the ball. With a leap, the ball was hit with a bang, and everyone exclaimed. In this way, the male students rushed up like fearless warriors, and a series of cheers came one after another. When it was my turn, I rushed over, jumped up, stretched out my right hand again, tried to suck milk, straightened my hand, patted it hard, and finally almost passed the ball. I ran back to the team in frustration. When Mao Longying went up, I took a closer look. I saw that he was running very fast and jumping very lightly. He patted down hard, and his hand and ball fell off, so the rope was scattered by Mao Longying. Finally, it was my turn again. This time I ran at a sprint speed of 100 meters, jumped up desperately, but I couldn't beat it. Great, I won!
Teacher Mao found that there were only boys and no girls. It turned out that they were all far away, so he called all the girls over and asked them to dance. We laughed at them just as those girls looked at us just now.
Soon, the big recess is over, and I look forward to jumping higher next time.
I have a very hard-working but very caring and dedicated mother who is in charge of healthy international cooperation projects. My mother works hard all day for family affairs and studies hard for work. I love my mother and watch her come home tired every day. I really want to treat my mother well.
I remember one time, my grandfather was suddenly diagnosed with gastric cancer, just as my mother was going to take the doctor exam. I looked at my mother's tired face and showed a trace of anxiety.
Mom has nothing to do when she comes home from work every day. She has no time to read. She just picked up the phone anxiously and called the doctor or grandma. As long as grandpa has a little problem, my mother always goes to the hospital and stays with grandpa at night.
On the day of grandpa's operation, I was also taken to the hospital after school. We arrive at 6 pm. After all, it was winter and it was already dark.
Grandpa has been sent to the examination room. I saw my mother reading a book, with big bright eyes, bloodshot eyes and a tired expression on her face. Although I wanted my mother to have a rest, she said, "Nothing, you don't have to worry about me, I'm not tired."
Although my mother said she was not tired, she was exhausted, but she just opened her tired eyes; Pick up a pen and write one question at a time.
Looking at my mother's strong perseverance, I said half jokingly and half seriously, "Mom, you are too tired. Why don't I help you with your English test?"
But my mother said, "You'd better study hard, stay with my grandfather and cheer for me."
I said, "OK, no problem!"
Mother smiled, but she still turned the pages with her heavy hands. Looking at my mother's busy work, taking care of my grandfather and reviewing, I really feel sorry for my mother and proud of her.
My mother trudges home every day and has a good rest every day. I encouraged her: "You are really hard. God will definitely make you a doctor."
Mother said, "Thank you, son." He has a smile on his face.
Finally, my grandfather was discharged from the hospital, and my mother was relieved. Besides, my mother saw the admission notice as she wished.
Mother smiled happily and wiped away the last bit of fatigue on her face.
I thought to myself: I must be as persistent and persistent as my mother in the future.
I love my mother!
My mother is slim, with a oval face and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her high nose. She looks radiant. Mom loves to sleep. Every day when she wakes up, she always looks at the clock. If she wakes up ten minutes earlier, she should seize these ten minutes and sleep more. If you don't wake her up at the weekend, she will even sleep all day, except eating and watching TV. Although my mother loves to sleep, some people may think she is lazy, but she is not lazy. She loves studying very much. Once, in order to take an accounting exam, my mother got up at six o'clock every morning to read and do problems, and after lunch. At night, unless my mother didn't read, it was twelve o'clock. I asked my mother why she studied so hard for the exam. My mother told me that all the people who are recruited outside now are talents with high academic qualifications. Without a professional title, which round of work? If you hire a person with a low level of education, your salary will be several times less than others. If your mother takes an accounting exam, you can buy more books. I listened and thought, "Ah, my mother has done so much for me. I must study hard and repay my mother's love for me. " A few months later, it really paid off, and my mother was admitted! My mother is also very concerned about my study. Every day when I finish my homework, my mother always checks it carefully. If I find anything wrong, she will ask me to correct it at once, and she won't sign it until everything is normal. Sometimes when my exam results are poor, she won't scold me, but will kindly say to me, "Find the wrong reason and don't do it again." Ah, mom, you are so kind to me, I love you!
6. In the fifth grade of primary school, you should write more than 200 words after the text 19. It should be action, language and spirit. When the author was seven or eight years old, he wrote his first poem. His mother's evaluation is "wonderful" and his father says "terrible". Later, the author wrote many poems, novels, plays and poems, and every time my mother said, "Wonderful." Whether it is the mother's "wonderful" or the father's "terrible", it is a deep love for yourself. There are two forms of love in life. First, love is maternal love. He always builds our confidence and encourages us to keep moving forward with kind words. Another kind of love is like the author's strict father. He always tells us that there are still some shortcomings that need to be improved through warnings. We must "seriously grasp" these two kinds of love, so that we can keep moving forward. I feel the same way. When I was in the fourth grade, we had a composition test in the final exam. Because I just learned to write in the third grade, my composition is very poor. I either forgot the punctuation or misspelled it, but I tried my best. After I got home, my mother read my composition and encouraged me to say, "This article is really good. If there are no typos and punctuation marks, it must be a masterpiece. " After listening to my mother's words, my heart was full of sweetness. "Really?" Father said, "Let me see." I took my masterpiece with confidence and gave it to my father carefully. After reading it, my father said sternly, "Not so good. Why is there no punctuation?"? And there are many typos, and the handwriting is so bad. " After listening to this, I was very sad and walked into my bedroom in frustration ... Now, I understand: in life, I need praise, make myself brave and hope to sail with oxygen. In addition, someone needs to point out my own shortcomings. Although the evaluation of "wonderful" and "bad" is not without contradiction, it is the right of parents.
7. The composition in Unit 6 of Grade 5 describes the action and language of love, with 390 words, without dazzling stars; Do not need tall and lush trees for decoration; Not to mention the beautiful flowers as the background.
Warmth is a simple word, but it is because of love that the world will have true feelings and feelings. My grandmother is a person with strong principles.
She wears simple clothes, doesn't like spacious and bright big houses, and likes practical and comfortable small houses. Grandma always thinks of the children, scrimps and saves, treats me like a treasure since I was a child and takes care of me in every possible way. Grandma loves me, and I love my grandma.
Grandma goes to bed early and gets up early every day. Besides, she is old and has limited physical strength. Going to bed early and getting up early is a "task" that must be completed every day. However, since junior high school, I haven't been home until 9 o'clock in the evening every day, but what is different from the past is the faint light in grandma's kitchen.
Every time I walk up the stairs, I can see a light reflected on the wall, only to know that it is grandma who opens a cracked door. I know, this is grandma waiting for me to come home.
Through the gap, I saw grandma sitting on the sofa. Grandma's silver hair was dazzling white in the light. Grandma's skinny body looks so weak and tired.
Grandma was dozing off, so I couldn't bear to disturb her and walked up the stairs alone. All that remains is a bright moon and its elongated reflection below.
When I was getting ready for bed after washing, I suddenly heard the sound of opening the door. With the footsteps, it was grandma! The bowl in grandma's hand is steaming. Grandma handed me the bowl, which turned out to be full of eggs.
Grandma asked me to drink it while it was hot. Suddenly, a warm current concerned my heart. I can't tell whether grandma's words and deeds touched me or because of this bowl of hot eggs. I looked at my grandmother, heard her shortness of breath, saw the wrinkles on her face and the white hair blown by the wind ... My vision gradually blurred, but fortunately, the hot air of eggs covered the tears in my eyes.
I drank the bowl of eggs every drop, and with infinite love, I gave the empty bowl to my grandmother. Grandma looked at me kindly, my nose and cheeks were red by the wind, which made me feel really happy, so happy ... Grandma calmed me down and left quietly. I looked at the gentle moonlight outside the bead curtain, how bright and pure it was.
Tears I choked back swept across my face and finally fell ... It was an ordinary bowl of eggs, but it contained grandma's warm love for me. It was an empty bowl, but it contained the granddaughter's endless love for her grandmother. My heart is burning, like a fire, and it can't be calm.
Perhaps, this is warmth ... love is actually around everyone. It is silent, but it will make you feel warm. Warm others with love! You will feel warmer.