1. Standard writing will be used throughout your life. 200-word essay

My opinion on standard writing of Chinese characters

From oracle bone inscriptions to large seal script and small seal script, to official script, regular script, From cursive script to running script to the current simplified Chinese characters, the birth and reproduction of Chinese characters have gone through a thousand and a thousand years. Words symbolize civilization, and these small square characters are the epitome of the five thousand years of long history of the Chinese nation.

One horizontal line and one vertical line represent the magnanimity and righteousness of the Chinese nation; one stroke and one stroke show that the Chinese nation is both soft and strong, capable of bending and stretching; bit by bit, it is the strength accumulated by the Chinese nation. Power...

Writing words one by one is writing the soul of the nation. Do you feel guilty when you look at the twisted Chinese characters written in your pen? If so, then hurry up and standardize writing. Respecting Chinese characters means respecting the Chinese nation.

Some people say that Chinese characters are the second face of a person. In my opinion, Chinese characters are not just the face, but the heart, full of deep patriotism. Patriotism does not necessarily require throwing one's head and blood. Similarly, writing should not be rigid and rigid.

Words are alive. Standard writing does not mean that the words should be regular, consistent in height, horizontal and vertical, and flat to the size of a ruler. The standard is to make the characters not bloated or lazy, but to make them spirited and graceful, giving people a feeling of beauty.

For example, the center column should be like a pillar of strength, standing tall and majestic. The bottom part is like a mountain waterfall, cascading thousands of miles; the part part is moderately stretched, like a dancing girl, stretching her figure, graceful and generous; the middle part is as compact as human internal organs, do not be too loose and independent; the main writer should write calmly and stretch, and the remaining parts should be calm and relaxed. Lively, contracted, and evenly distributed, the font appears free and easy, high-spirited, and rigorous, revealing a bright and open-minded temperament.

Write Chinese characters, write spirit, write soul, standardize writing, starting from now on. 2. A 200-word essay titled The First Time Writing

In the long river of my life, there are many firsts - the first time taking a car, the first time taking a train, The first time I flew a kite... But what I will never forget is the first time I wrote - that day, my mother happily bought a pencil and a small print book and told me that she was going to teach me to write my own name, because it was The first time I wrote, I felt very novel and very happy.

My mother first told me to pinch the pen, and then held my little hand with her rough big hand and wrote beautiful handwriting on the paper. I looked at the beautiful handwriting I wrote under the guidance of my mother. , I smiled knowingly, the smile was so sweet, so sweet... From then on, I often practiced writing at home. On my first day at school, because my handwriting was very beautiful, I was praised by my head teacher, Mr. Xie, which made me jump three feet high and smile from ear to ear. This was all from my mother. Credit! Look! This was my first writing experience. Although it was ordinary, I liked it. 3. Our handwritten essay for the fourth grade is 200 words and 3 natural paragraphs

My discovery

On Sunday, after I finished my homework, I picked up a watercolor pen to draw. Suddenly, I felt something crawling on my hand. When I took a look, it turned out to be a little ant. I observed it carefully: it had a pair of tentacles on its head and 6 legs. I put it on the table, and the little ant climbed onto a pencil. I accidentally dropped the pencil on the ground. I thought: The little ant will definitely fall to death. I hurriedly looked along the table and saw that it was not dead. What was going on? After finishing the painting, I grabbed a small ant and threw it down from a high place. The ant staggered to the ground. I looked at it carefully and found that it was unscathed. I couldn't think of it even after thinking about it. I asked my knowledgeable mother, who smiled and said to me: "You can check the information!" "Yes, I can check "One Hundred Thousand Whys"." I finally found the answer. It turns out that ants weigh less. , when it falls from a high place, it will slowly fall with the wind in the air, so it will be safe and sound when it reaches the ground. I finally understood the truth. Life is full of mysteries as long as you observe it carefully.

My discovery

Last time, I came to the park to play, and suddenly I saw a blue dragonfly, which was hovering in the sky like a dexterous helicopter. Sometimes it flies straight up and sometimes it flies straight down. It is very clever. Maybe the dragonfly was tired from flying and stopped on the lawn to rest. I walked over and observed it carefully. I saw that the wings of this dragonfly were transparent with green veins on them. Its big bright eyes were so big that they took up half of its head. Its tail is brown and is segmented. Suddenly, I saw this dragonfly leave the lawn and fly towards a small puddle next to the road. It passed over the water, and small halos immediately appeared on the water, which was particularly beautiful. I looked at this little dragonfly, and suddenly I remembered what the teacher said in class: when a dragonfly touches water, it lays eggs. ah! I saw a dragonfly lay eggs with my own eyes. My heart is filled with joy. 4. A 200-word essay about pens

Today’s pens either need to absorb ink or need to change the refill. It's expensive and troublesome. I want to invent a marker so that I don't have to worry about it.

The surface of this pen is blue, and under the sunlight, it will also display eight shining golden words: Study hard and make progress every day. Although it looks like an ordinary pen, it has a microcomputer inside!

In everyone’s pencil case, there must be several kinds of pens, right? If you bring the marker I invented, you don't have to carry so many pens. There are three buttons on the pen. When doing homework, press the green button and it will turn into a pen. During art class, press the blue button and it will turn into a pencil and teach you how to draw! After you finish drawing, press the red button to turn it into a watercolor pen for coloring!

Are you still worried about typos? Don't worry, bring a marker with you. If you do homework at home, it will turn into a marker in a private place. When you make a mistake, it will emit music to remind you that you made a mistake! If you don't correct the typo, the nib will become dented and you won't be able to write! If it is in school, it will become a public place marker. When writing a wrong word, it will vibrate; in addition, when writing homework, Xu Guo's eyes are too close to the table, and the pen tip will be recessed to protect it. Your eyes are amazing, right? More importantly, it is very energy-saving. If you run out of ink, you can write a million words continuously just by blowing on it!

I must study hard and invent this magical pen! 5. A 200-word essay on my writing history

Whenever I write my name, I often remember the time my mother taught me how to write my name.

That year, when I was only six years old, my mother began to teach me step by step how to write numbers. Gradually, I learned to write simple numbers, and my mother taught me how to write my name. For some reason, my hand always doesn't work, and the words I write don't look like words at all. So, my mother grabbed my hand and wrote stroke by stroke. I don’t know if I’m too stupid to write my name clearly. My mother looked at what I wrote and frowned, but she didn’t scold me. On the contrary, she kindly said to me: “Write.” It doesn’t matter if it’s not good, just don’t be discouraged, you will always get it done.” I nodded in understanding. Slowly, my name became correct and clearer than before. At this time, my mother showed a happy smile. She smiled so sweetly. Later, she asked me to write other words, but I often missed or added one stroke, and sometimes I didn’t want to write anymore. My mother didn’t lose her temper with me, but just looked at me with her bloodshot eyes. At that time, I saw my mother's eyes full of disappointment. I felt so sorry for my mother. So, I started writing seriously again, and my mother smiled and touched my head.

Although the handwriting I write now is not very good, it is due to the teacher’s efforts and my own efforts, and most importantly, it is inseparable from the seeds sown by my mother in my young mind. That is a sincere and precious seed. 6. Write 3 essays of 200 words

1. The weeding I am talking about here is not to use a weeder, but to use a pair of small and exquisite scissors to weed. It is not the grass on the lawn that is removed, but the grass on the lawn. It's a weed in a bonsai.

Yesterday, I happened to go to the balcony upstairs to enjoy the flowers and plants. The balcony upstairs in our house can be said to be a big garden. There is a plant belt in the middle. Vegetables are planted on the left and chickens are raised on the right. There are many bonsais in the back. I saw the bonsai at first sight, but there were many messy weeds on the bonsai. , greatly losing the beauty of bonsai, I decided to eradicate these weeds.

I found a pair of small and exquisite scissors on a small round table. I walked to the bonsai, held the scissors in my right hand, grabbed the upper part of the weed with my left hand, raised the scissors in my right hand, and cut the upper part with one cut. The root is divided into two, just like cutting someone's hair. Once it is cut, the hair becomes shorter. The stems of the weeds exuded a white, sticky juice that looked like human blood. 35 Composition Network

In less than one meal, I neatly cut the weeds on three bonsais, and I uprooted some weeds that kept being cut. At this time, I found that only a tall and lonely weed was still "standing" there with its head held high, like a steel giant. I cut it with scissors several times, and it all fell off together with the scissors. , like a tenacious bamboo, I can't help but think of Zheng Xie's poem: "It is still strong despite being struck by thousands of blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south." How to get rid of it? I was thinking hard, and suddenly I saw a small shovel. I thought of a plan. I picked up the small shovel and dug out the weed with its roots and mud. Now, the weed was gone. Like an eggplant beaten by frost - it's gone.

Through this incident, I learned that you need to use your brain to do things, otherwise, many things will not be solved. 2. There are many interesting things about my family, but there is one thing that remains fresh in my mind.

Last night at eleven o'clock, I asked my mother: "Do you want to have snacks tonight?" My mother said: "Okay!" I jumped three feet high.

I took out the "Hewei" that Junyi (my friend) gave me and looked at it carefully. It said "soak in warm water for three minutes and it is ready to eat." I opened the bottle cap and poured warm water into the "taste". After three minutes, I opened it all, picked up the chopsticks, and took a sip gently - ah! It’s like food eaten by gods! When my mother saw me like this, she couldn't help but take a bite. "It's so delicious!" she said in surprise. Just like that, this bowl of "taste-friendly" was wiped out by us.

After eating, we were still thinking about the taste just now.

I couldn’t help laughing when I thought of our "greedy" look yesterday. 7. Write an essay of about 200 words

As long as I can remember, my father has taught me to be an honest child and an upright person. However, I found that my father "lied".

I remember it was one day when I was 5 years old. My father took me to my grandma’s house to see her. When I was about to go home, my grandma gave me a bag of candies. I took it when I was still young. Dad winked at me, and I put it back on the table. Grandma still forced it on me, but I didn’t know what to do. Dad picked up the candy and put it in the drawer, and said, "You have a lot of this at home, but you are still slow." Enjoy it!" After that, he took my hand and left. After I got home, I searched all the cabinets at home, and there wasn't even a candy. To be honest, my father didn't buy me candy very much, but What did you say just now... Oh, I understand, dad "lied"!

Another time, my father and I took a bus to a distant place. The bus was already full, but the greedy boss still accepted an old woman. At this time, there was no one in the bus. The car was shaking, and grandma seemed a little uncomfortable. Dad walked over, supported the grandma, stared at me, and motioned for me to get up, so I had no choice but to obey the order. After grandma sat down, she said to us: "Young man, Aren't you tired of standing like this? I'll move over and you can sit down too!" Dad laughed and said, "It doesn't matter to me, we're almost there anyway." In fact, it's still far away! But...oh, I understand, dad "lied" again!

It wasn’t until I grew up that I realized that my father had been weaving beautiful, white lies. 8. Write a 200-word essay on the topic of hobby of writing

Love of writing I

I love reading and painting, but I love writing even more.

I remember when I first started writing, my words were like earthworms crawling all over the floor, with no words at all. For this, my teacher and mother criticized me a lot. I felt embarrassed myself and determined to practice good calligraphy. I told my mother my idea, but she didn't support me very much. Bought me a copybook. From then on, I wrote a copybook every day, first copying and then imitating. After I finish writing one, I compare it with the copybook and find out the shortcomings and improve them! Sometimes my hands become swollen from practicing, but I still persevere. Hard work pays off. My handwriting is getting better and better. Once, the school organized a hard-tipped calligraphy competition, and I volunteered to participate in the competition. The day when the rankings were announced finally arrived, and I was anxiously waiting for the results. The teacher was the first to call my name and said, "Congratulations, Hu Bijing, you are the champion in this calligraphy competition." I breathed a sigh of relief and jumped up happily, looking at the admiration of my classmates. With my eyes, I am more motivated to write well.

Now, I am no longer satisfied with writing with hard pen, and have begun to challenge calligraphy with calligraphy. "As long as you work hard, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle." 9. Write a composition of about 200 words

1 Interesting Family Stories

There are many interesting things about my family, but there is one thing that makes me remember It's still fresh and still vivid in my mind.

Last night at eleven o'clock, I asked my mother: "Do you want to have snacks tonight?" My mother said: "Okay!" I jumped three feet high.

I took out the "Hewei" that Junyi (my friend) gave me and looked at it carefully. It said "soak in warm water for three minutes and it is ready to eat." I opened the bottle cap and poured warm water into the "taste". After three minutes, I opened it all, picked up the chopsticks, and took a sip gently - ah! It’s like food eaten by gods! When my mother saw me like this, she couldn't help but take a bite. "It's so delicious!" she said in surprise. Just like that, this bowl of "taste-friendly" was wiped out by us. After eating, we were still thinking about the taste just now.

I couldn’t help laughing when I thought of our "greedy" look yesterday.

2 Fishing

There was a young man fishing on the shore, and an old man sitting next to him was also fishing. The two sat very close to each other. The strange thing is that the old people keep getting fish, but the young people have no harvest all day long. He finally lost his composure and asked the old man: "We both have the same bait and the same place. Why do you catch fish easily but I catch nothing?" The old man replied calmly: "When I fish, I only know that I am there, not I know there are fish; not only do I not move my hands or blink my eyes, but my heart seems to be so still that it does not beat. The fish do not know my existence, so they bite my bait; while you only think about the fish eating yours. There is no bait, and you keep staring at the fish. When you see a fish taking the bait, you feel impatient, your mood keeps changing, and you feel restless. It’s strange that the fish won’t scare you away. How can you catch a fish alone? If you know your own shortcomings, you will be more likely to win. If you only see other people's achievements and don't know the reasons behind their success, you have already lost half the battle. If you don't know how to reflect at this time and only know jealousy or self-pity, you will definitely lose.