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"Wow, that's amazing!" There was a clicking sound and a "dadada" propeller rotation sound on the field. The long-awaited school model airplane competition has finally begun. I took out the model plane that had been assembled long ago, wound it up and got ready to go.
"Three, two, one, go!" As soon as the command rang, I loosened the propeller and threw the plane out with great force. The plane hovered in the air like a clever swallow. Suddenly, not good! The adhesion of the wing of the plane was loose, because the wing was resisted, and the plane turned over and soared into the sky like a rocket. Seeing this, I was so nervous that I was sweating. I thought, this can't be done. A model plane is not a rocket. Its power mainly comes from the wind in nature. Its flight attitude is mainly gliding, and the propeller is only auxiliary power. In the later period of gliding, the endurance and mileage of the aircraft depend entirely on the wings! Now there is something wrong with the stability of the wing, and the power of the plane must be running out! Alas!
I looked at my plane anxiously, and sure enough, it didn't rise, but dropped rapidly, and it was about to fall to the ground. Who knows, at this time, a gust of wind blew, and the originally erected fuselage was tilted by the wind, and the plane began to slide! God help me! Finally, the teacher announced that my flight score was 6.9 seconds. In these few short seconds, my mood is like a roller coaster, which makes me feel like a century has passed.
Next, I enjoyed the competitions of many model airplane masters: some of their planes spread their wings like proud eagles and soar freely in the air; Some seem to be performing fancy flight performances and somersaults; Some are like a cloud, floating slowly in the air ... amazing!
When I returned to the classroom after the game, I was still reminiscing about the wonderful scenes on the field. While admiring and admiring, my heart gradually became unwilling. No, I can't just give up! I decided to refit my model plane after returning home and improve its performance continuously in flight practice. In this way, by the time of the next model airplane competition, I can proudly shout: Model airplane competition, here I come again!
600 words in the composition of the first day of junior high school
There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown.
"March to the goal, come on!" The coach told me that I might laugh it off in normal times, but at this moment, I am standing under the rock climbing of 18 meters, wearing a seat belt and helmet on my head and stepping on the first floor of the hole to see how easily others can climb up. I regretted it at once, but I came up and couldn't go down at once. Let's climb higher and then go down, I said to myself.
"Let's cheer for her together?" The teacher called on everyone. At this time, I was about five or six meters above the ground. I hesitate whether to go down. I haven't made up my mind. The sound of refueling came. With the ardent expectations and encouragement of so many students, I had to throw my mind into the recycling bin, hang it in the air for a while and continue to climb. The gravel in the cave grazed my hand and looked up at the dazzling rock wall. Under the bright sky, the rock wall stands tall. The yellow railing at the finish line reflects the sun. Hanging in mid-air by ropes, I went back to the rock wall again, my body clung to the rock wall, my hands and feet were as open as possible, and I climbed up layer by layer. The tightened ropes reminded me that the finish line was getting closer and closer! The sun is slowly flowing, and the halo is sprinkled on me. In the louder cheers of my classmates, I reached out and touched the yellow railing at the finish line. After a short rest, the rope slowly loosened and I began to descend. When the rope finally came to an end, I returned to the ground, and my classmates and coaches greeted me with smiles. "Welcome back to Earth!" The coach smiled and said to me.
I sat on the steps and looked at the rock wall. It's hard to imagine yourself up there. I'm nervous about this. When I came down, I felt sore all over. I open my hands. Large and small scratches are medals of victory. The pain all over reminds me that I have conquered18m rock climbing. Maybe no one will know in the future that a girl climbed to the top of the rock wall on an afternoon in October, and the rock wall won't leave my trace, but in the colorful pages of my time, she left a colorful and gorgeous stroke.
The sky remains the same, and I am different.
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Roses are so bright and beautiful that I like them very much.
On a sunny day today, the school organized us to go out to play. We went to three places, the leisure farm in Shuangfeng, the Confucius Temple in Tunxi and the Rose Manor in Shaxi. Of these three places, the Rose Manor in Shaxi is the one that impressed me the most!
When I walked into the intersection of Rose Manor, I saw green grass. When I walked to the left, I saw the roses in the rose park, which were bright in color and beautiful when I looked around. In a piece of green, there are pink roses besides big red roses. Reflecting the green trees and clear streams along the road, the scenery is so beautiful! Looking up, there is a windmill house on a meadow. A gust of wind blew and the windmill began to turn slightly. It looks as if it is about to take off.
Further to the right, there is a maze made of trees, and my curiosity comes up at once; I went in with my partner. When we first entered, we were confident that we would go out, but we couldn't walk halfway. After a few laps, our self-confidence suddenly collapsed. We were so anxious that we didn't know what to do. We thought that as long as we tried a few more times and remembered the path we had taken, we would definitely get out. Sure enough, through the method of marking, through our cooperation and efforts, we finally got out of the maze.
Walking out of the maze, I saw a small children's paradise, and our childlike dreams were instantly drawn out and immediately ran forward; We played the wooden bridge, drilled holes and climbed the wall ... Just when we were having fun, the headmaster came to ask us to go to the tug-of-war site, so we had to reluctantly go to the tug-of-war site.
On the tug-of-war field, there is a rope 10 meter long on the lawn. At the referee's whistle, the students picked up the rope and started the game. In the sound of shouting, cheering and whistling, the class ended the competition one by one, and the champions of all grades also came into being. It's our turn to play in class. I'm both excited and nervous. However, a few seconds after the referee gave the order, we lost. We are not convinced, but there is nothing we can do, because we know that our strength is not enough.
Time flies, and it's time to go back to school in a blink of an eye. We got on the bus reluctantly. In the car, everything we experienced today is played back in our minds like a movie. I like today's trip to the rose garden.
The first day notes composition 600 words 4
When I opened my eyes in the morning, the first thing I saw was the board on my upper berth, and then I looked around. The dark dormitory and the very unconscious roommate remind me of my desire to go home. I think my father, mother and my naughty younger brother couldn't help shedding a tear.
After getting up, I folded the quilt first, then began to brush my teeth, wash my face and eat. After eating, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back.
After school at noon, I went across the school to buy an eraser and strode back to the dormitory. After returning to the dormitory, I put down my schoolbag first and then went to cook. After dinner, I sat on the bed and wolfed down. After dinner, I brushed my lunch box and washed my face. The teacher in the dormitory asked me to go back to the dormitory to sleep first.
How time flies! It was 2 o'clock, like a flowing river. My roommate and I went to school with our schoolbags on our backs. When I got to school, I put down my schoolbag and began to preview my math. After that, students arrived one after another.
In the first class, the head teacher gave us a practical lesson. In class, the head teacher told us what a practical class is and gave us a lot of safety knowledge and big ideas. After listening, I realized a lot. I think the class teacher can speak well.
The second class is English. After the English teacher's class, well, the next class is military training, military training ... bitter! I thought to myself: Could it be the devil's training?
As soon as the bell rang, the teacher asked us to line up downstairs. After queuing, there is no PE teacher. Strangely, only one male student who has never shouted slogans or been a sports commission took us to training. Is this military training? Just practice turning left and right. Needless to say, this classmate has made a lot of progress than before under the careful guidance of the PE teacher. He shouted slogans at us, and then our team was more tidy.
When the school bell rang, I strode back to the dormitory with my schoolbag on my back, cooking, eating, doing my homework and sleeping as usual. This is my day, I don't know what will happen tomorrow.
The composition of the first day of junior high school is 600 words and 5 words.
The winter vacation has passed, and many things are blurred, but I still remember the New Year's Eve with my family.
It was New Year's Eve, the last day of the twelfth lunar month, and every household was busy making jiaozi, steaming rice cakes and making New Year's Eve ... I got up very excited in the morning and looked forward to the arrival of the New Year. Finally, in the afternoon, under my repeated urging, my parents made noodles early, rolled the skin and mixed the stuffing, and we began to wrap jiaozi. I did as my father did, holding the skin in my left hand, digging the stuffing in my right hand, holding it left and right, and squeezing it tightly. I took the wrapped jiaozi in my hand, and it fell like a shot soldier. Looking at my depressed appearance, my mother told me that I had too little stuffing for jiaozi, so I couldn't stand up. I learned my lesson and put more stuffing in the jiaozi. Jiaozi finally stood up and stood firmly on the cover. I won't pinch lace like mom and dad, just design it myself, hedgehog-shaped, wavy, and flower-shaped. I cheerfully installed three in a row. I wrapped it too slowly. Dad packed three, and I only packed one. Although a little slow, my heart is full of joy.
I was even more excited at night after I packed jiaozi. It's time to welcome the new year. My father and I went downstairs to release fairy wand. In order not to pollute the environment, we decided to set off this small fireworks. I carefully lit the fuse, "yi-"fairy wand yi out of the spark, green at first, then gradually turned yellow-green, and then back to orange. Fairy wand, with flowers, really looks like a flaming silver flower, dazzling. I was immersed in this fairyland until my father told me to go home for dinner, and I returned to reality from that realm.
When we got home, all our jiaozi bags jumped into the water to soak in the hot springs. In a short time, jiaozi was out of the pot, full of steaming, mouth watering. I am tasting the fruits of my labor, and my heart is sweeter than honey.
Eating jiaozi and watching the wonderful Spring Festival Gala, the whole family showed a knowing smile. This scene is also deeply imprinted in my mind.
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In the twelfth month, winter is like a blower that has been in disrepair for a long time. The turbulent north wind blows endlessly, and everything around seems to freeze. Everywhere was covered with ice and snow, and no one dared to come out.
In the afternoon, the weather miraculously turned white and blue, and there were still a few clouds floating in the distant sky. The sun came out and made me warm and comfortable. I thought I could finally go home today.
I want to go home because I can see my grandfather, or I can finally play with me. I have to go back every holiday, but I can't this time because it snows heavily and the road is blocked. I can't go back, so I have to wait here until the snow stops. I didn't expect the old naive to give face and finally stopped, so I couldn't wait to go home, to my long-awaited home and to my long-awaited grandfather.
The journey home is bumpy, but I don't think so, because every step will get closer and closer to home. Because the journey was a little long, I didn't fall asleep last night, so I fell asleep in the car. I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the ringing of my cell phone. As soon as I saw that the caller id was mom, I answered happily and said, "Mom, I'm home. I'll be right there. Wait. " After I finished, I didn't hear any reply. I don't know what happened. I have a bad feeling in my heart. Later, I gradually heard a cry and was very sad. I don't know why, but I began to cry, too. Later, I heard from my mother that grandpa died. My heart hurts like a broken heart, and I can't stop crying. I think back to the bits and pieces we were together. Now I can only cherish them as beautiful memories and never forget them. Looking up at the window, I don't know when it snows like goose feathers again. When I open the window, I can't feel the cold in winter. Maybe the news just now made my heart cold. Looking at the snow in the distance, I seem to see grandpa's kind face, and I am playing with sugar on his lap.
Memories of thousands of thoughts will sink in my heart forever!
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Last summer vacation, my mother and I went to catch snails in the wild. We set off with a snail net and two big bags.
When we came to the field, my mother rolled up her sleeves, rolled up her trousers, took off her sandals and went to catch snails in the field. I squatted on the ridge to watch snails. Look! Here is a snail motionless in the field, as if basking in the sun; There are two small snails. They are trying to climb to Ye Er, as if they are on a swing. There are three or four small snails chasing and playing here; Several big snails get together, as if discussing national affairs; And ... I was watching snails when my mother suddenly called me, "Linlin, get my pocket quickly!" " "When I heard the shouts, I quickly showed her my pocket. After a while, I couldn't help it, so I asked, "Mom, I want to come down and catch some snails, too, okay?" "
"No, you will trample others' seedlings!" Mom is very determined.
"Oh, I promise I won't step on, you let me catch a few! Ok? " I pleaded.
"No is no!" Mom still won't give in.
Finally, under my persistent pestering, she finally hit me and had to promise to let me catch some.
We were catching it when a farmer uncle came from a distance. He came to the field and saw us bending over in the field. He smiled and asked me, "What are you doing, children?" ? How did you get into other people's fields? Be careful to step on other people's seedlings and make you lose money! "
"Catch snails!" I replied.
"Catch snails? All right! Snails, bad things, only eat seedlings. If you catch them, they won't eat seedlings again. You're killing pests for seedlings! Ha ha ha ..... "Uncle said, and left with a smile.
I listened to his words and thought, you bad snail, how dare you eat seedlings? See what I can do to you! I started scratching again. Soon, my mother and I caught two whole bags of snails. We take snails home to feed my ducklings. The ducklings are having a good time. They keep calling, "Quack …" as if they still want to eat!