Going to class on weekends, the teacher asked us to cook a meal by ourselves, including shopping, washing, side dishes, cooking and one-stop service. We were surprised and found it difficult.

First, let's go shopping. The teacher took us to the market. The food market in the morning is crowded, which is really lively. First buy a chubby fish, one weighing more than three kilograms, and let the aunt who sells fish kill it well. The knife falls and blood splashes. That's cruel. I can't bear to look straight at it. Then we go to buy eggs, tomatoes, ribs, potatoes ... very rich!

When we came back from the market, we were busy washing and cutting vegetables. We have a clear division of labor. I peeled potatoes, and Hu and Feng decided to cut vegetables. When they cut vegetables, I cut potatoes. I think this little thing should be very simple. I cut it into cakes first, and then cut it into silk. I was careful, but I cut my hand in the end. Fortunately, I only broke a little. Later, tomatoes, green peppers, vegetables, onions, ginger and garlic were all cut and a table was set.

I started cooking. Hu Chuanbo and I cooked shredded potatoes together, and it went well here. Unexpectedly, the chicken wings were fried in another pot, and the spilled oil "jumped" into Hu Chuanbo's face, making him cry. After me, Hu Chuanbo was gloriously wounded. We didn't delay frying potatoes either. I added a little vinegar to the potatoes. As soon as we showed our skill, we turned over and rowed over and fried the potato shreds into pieces. Finally out of the pot, a taste, taste really good.

With our joint efforts, dishes have been served one after another, including braised fish, scrambled eggs with green peppers, stewed radish with ribs, shredded potatoes, chicken wings and vegetables ... We were full of praise when eating. It's the first time to cook so many dishes, and my heart is full of joy.

2. Remember about 600 words in the first week of the first week.

April 9th is the day when our school organized us to go for a spring outing. The destination of this spring outing is vanilla world. That day, I got up excitedly at 5 o'clock.

As soon as I arrived at Yongfangtang, I saw a sea of students, dressed in neat school uniforms. Some students carry backpacks, and some students hang schoolbags. They are all talking about spring outing. I can see that my classmates are as interested in spring outing as I am. Everyone is discussing: "What's it like there? What's the fun? " Soon, our bus came, we lined up, got on the school bus and set off for vanilla world.

I came to the vanilla world and saw a lot of lavender in front of the park. Many students couldn't wait to pull out the petals, but I didn't, because I wanted to protect these delicate flowers and protect the environment. Not only lavender is planted in the park, but also roses and chrysanthemums ... many of which I can't name.

When we are free, we go to the grass to play. At this time, my shoes were attracted by the mud, and the mud jumped on my baby shoes. I said excitedly, "My shoes have been bitten." Other students have the same situation.

When we passed the farm, some students walked carelessly and were attracted by the mud. They said, "Our pants were caught, too."

After lunch, we climbed the railing and played the slide. I got a lot of mosquito bags, which itches to death.

After the activity, we returned to campus by bus. When I got home, I said to myself, "I'm so angry, I have to wash my shoes again!" " "In fact, spring outing is of course happy!

3. Remember about 600 words in the first week.

I have always kept a secret in my heart, and I have never told anyone.

Last year, it was changed to acute gastritis. Although it recovered after treatment, it left a post-illness. As long as you don't eat lunch, your stomach trouble will recur. But the Chinese food at school has always been poor, which often makes me unable to swallow. Sometimes I eat a little for my health, but sometimes I eat so badly that I have to endure the pain and wait for school. Don't tell your parents.

Once, the school dishes were braised cabbage and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Isn't this my least favorite dish? So I just took a few bites and the food came. What goes around comes around. Before long, my stomach began to hurt, so I lay awkwardly on the table, in constant pain. My former classmates asked me what was wrong. I reluctantly smiled and said, "Nothing, just tired."

But at this moment, the five of us, The monitor on duty, are going to find the teacher to sign. Isn't this making things worse for me? I slowly followed the other four people, but I dare not say that I have a stomachache. I don't want to cause trouble to others. I am like this. I am willing to share my happiness with others, but I always keep my troubles in my heart. In the office, I have been lying on the wall, waiting for the teacher's signature, telling me to go back to the classroom quickly. But the teacher doesn't seem to concentrate on writing, and always plays jokes on us. Cold sweat seeped from my forehead, but I still looked as if nothing had happened. I don't want my teacher to work for me because of myself. So, I think I should be able to survive.

After returning to the classroom, I lay prone on my seat again. After three more classes, I finally got to school. ...

This is the secret in my heart.

4. Write about 600 words in the first week. Four articles.

Today is my third week of school. To tell the truth, the study life in junior high school is too different from that in primary school! When I was in primary school, classes were usually at eight o'clock in the morning. I usually get up at seven. Now I'm in junior high school, and I find I have to go to school in the morning. I have to get up at six o'clock. Sometimes I yawn.

And there are many courses, including biology, history and geography. Learning is much more complicated, and there are too many homework, which is a bit out of step.

And my good friend from primary school. They all left me one by one and haven't seen each other for several days. Even when I saw them, I just exchanged a few pleasantries and left in a hurry. I don't know who to talk to because I have something on my mind. People who hold things silently are a little introverted, but now they are more introverted and less willing to contact others. Always go home alone, eat alone, go to school alone, and be alone. I feel that I am the only one left in this world, lonely. I use heavy shackles to block my true thoughts and don't want others to know.

When the teacher asks questions in class, even if the whole class raises their hands except me, then I just do my own thing silently, don't raise my hands and don't talk, and be the unreal self.

Indeed, everyone has his own childlike innocence. After all, childhood is happy, childhood is beautiful and childhood is full of colors. Like them, I am childlike, and everything I do at home is skipping, at least my life is not gray.

So I'm going to make a plan for myself, go out to relax on Saturday holiday, and then invite some good classmates to go out to play and eat and drink together. Promote the friendship between us. I also want to make a correct study plan for myself, work hard and study hard!

5. Write about 600 words and five articles in the first week.

I hate bugs, but I hate flies, mosquitoes, caterpillars (although she will become beautiful when she grows up) and aphids ... but I also like some bugs, and spring silkworm is one of them.

Spring is coming, which is a good time to raise silkworms. One day, I bought a box of spring silkworms, which is also the beginning of my contact with spring silkworms. Time flies. A month later, the silkworm began to wrap itself in white silk ... A few weeks later, the silkworm broke out of its cocoon and became a moth. Then I laid a lot of eggs. Soon, he lost his precious life ...

I witnessed all this and was deeply moved. Spring silkworm suddenly became so holy and tall in my heart, especially its precious spirit-obscurity. Let me feel a lot. From this, I can't help thinking of people like spring silkworms. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. This familiar sentence is the sacred embodiment of the teacher. Spring silkworms are like teachers, and teachers are like spring silkworms. Teachers are like silkworms!

Teachers have watered one beautiful flower after another with their youth and hard work, knowledge and sweat, just like spring silkworms have become moths, don't they breed offspring? When the flood broke out, it was the heroes who risked their lives for the benefit of the people regardless of their lives. Aren't they all spring silkworms?

Spring silkworm is a small animal that eats mulberry and spins silk in nature. It eats cheap mulberry leaves and spits out precious silk. It contributes a lot to people, but it requires little from people. It spit out the last silk, dedicated to mankind, but died silently.

I like spring silkworms, and I prefer people who look like them. I want to be a silkworm-like person and bloom the most beautiful flowers with my life.