At first, everyone seemed to wake up. "One, two, three, eyah!" As soon as the table was lifted, it fell to the ground again. I encouraged the girls as I moved! "One more time, come on!" Still the same result. (I'm bluffing, everyone moves one)
A good idea suddenly occurred to me. I turned the table upside down and lifted it with two legs. It's much easier. Everyone shouted, "Good idea!" "But then I switched back to the old method, because I felt that changing tables was still as heavy.
Jin Chen had a brainwave and came up with a very creative memorization method. The name is "camel turtle", which means to carry the table on your back. Because the back is the hardest in the whole body, this method may be easier, but it is very dangerous, and it is easy to break your back and you have to hold your hands on both sides. If you are not careful, you will be crushed on your body.
Some people want to be lazy, but the teacher seems to have a whip in his hand. When he is lazy, he will hit it with a bang. Not many people dare to be lazy now. About autumn, not yet. Everyone is careful, afraid of stepping on people and hitting them.
It is difficult to move the table. Why do we look like porters? There should be some tables in the theater. One answer after another.
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There is a monster in Zhan Tianyou again. I quickly hid behind my mother and couldn't help shivering.
Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Aren't you afraid? "My mother turned to me and said," This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look at that.
"I saw my mother swaying from side to side, and the people in the mirror also swayed from side to side.
After my mother told me, I realized that the mirror can "print" people, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror.
No wonder * * * what, this also do! Now whenever I think about it, I still laugh out loud! 2. Interesting childhood What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery. ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy.
Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster.
After all, the past is like the sound of flowing water in my heart. Once the generation was so eloquent that it was easy for ...................................................................................................................................................... to go up. As soon as grandma entered the room after feeding the pigs, I went to the pigsty, opened the door, went in and chose a pig to ride out. Grandma saw it and ran out to call me. I saw grandma and tried to stop those pigs, but I couldn't.
The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.
Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike.
I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space.
I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do.
Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.
Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant.
It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced.
I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons when I was young ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and disappear ... 3. Interesting stories of childhood. I was very naughty when I was a child. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
I remember one time I came home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so my little head jumped up.
Move desks and chairs to write a composition? Our school often moves desks, because of the need of class, we moved desks to the theater.
"Jingle bells!" The * * * in the class rang again. We lifted the table, walked down the corridor and slowly walked down the stairs, a boy and a girl.
At first, everyone seemed to wake up. "One, two, three, eyah!" As soon as the table was lifted, it fell to the ground again. I encouraged the girls as I moved! "One more time, come on!" Still the same result.
(I'm bluffing, each person carries one) I suddenly thought of a good idea. I turned the table upside down and lifted it with two legs. It's much easier. Everyone shouted, "Good idea!" But then I switched back to the old method, because I think it's still the same weight to change watches.
Jin Chen had a brainwave and came up with a very creative memorization method. The name is "camel turtle", which means to carry the table on your back. Because the back is the hardest in the whole body, this method may be easier, but it is very dangerous, and it is easy to break your back and you have to hold your hands on both sides. If you are not careful, you will be crushed on your body.
Some people want to be lazy, but the teacher seems to have a whip in his hand. When he is lazy, he will hit it with a bang. Not many people dare to be lazy now.
About autumn, not yet.
Everyone is careful, afraid of stepping on people and hitting them.
It is difficult to move the table. Why do we look like porters? There should be some tables in the theater.
How to write a composition on a desk and chair on a dead night, the classroom was silent.
At this time, the table and chair quietly started a dialogue.
Brother Chair said to Brother Table, "Brother, how about young master treating you first?" Cousin sighed and said, "Oh, don't mention it. Young master scribbled on my face and carved my name with a knife, which made my face scarred! " "The younger brother in the chair also said sadly," Me too. It's hard enough for me to carry my master behind my back. Master also made me squeak, and now my feet are broken. It really hurts! "Their conversation was heard by the neighbors, and they said sympathetically," You two are poor. Our host loves us very much. You see, our host dresses us up beautifully, cleans our bodies and never doodles on our faces. How happy we are! "The elder brother of the chair and the elder brother of the table said noisily: How does the young master manage them? On Monday morning, their little master came to class. As soon as he sat in the chair, it broke with a bang and the owner fell down on all fours. There is also a big hole in the desk where the schoolbag is placed. The students all laughed when they saw it. The young master's face turned red when he brushed it, and he couldn't wait to find a hole to get into.
From then on, the young master took a clean rag every day, carefully wiped the table and repaired the chair before class, and never scribbled again.
This story tells us that we should cherish what we have.
In today's pursuit of short, flat and fast, we should have (craftsman spirit) more. With it, we believe that we will walk more smoothly in the future.
Craftsman spirit is the unremitting pursuit of perfection.
How many people have experienced the unfortunate demise of the country because of an iron hoof, a small punctuation mark and a small signature pen? So they have been thinking about it for a day, and even didn't realize the arrival of their good friends, they went to investigate, carefully sorted out the data one by one, and calculated how many pieces they might use at most every week.
In the eyes of many people, the craftsman spirit is more like a boast, but in fact, it is this spirit that has created many great achievements and influenced many people, such as Swedish watches, German-made cars and Japanese Toyota cars.
Perhaps some people will pay unremitting attention to this, chanting the so-called great men are informal, and they don't know how to sweep the world without sweeping the house.
Yes, it is precisely because of this little, sand-like cross-section that high-rise buildings have sprung up.
Details are the limbs of the craftsman spirit.
If details are the limbs of craftsman spirit, then innovation is the heart of craftsman spirit.
Technology is an effort of continuous innovation.
How many people have experienced, for a knowledge, a problem, a little knowledge breakthrough, they do their best, just to understand, they pay enough attention to thinking, the draft is full of tables, they are ecstatic and laugh.
In the eyes of many people, craftsmanship is more like a quirk of literati.
But in fact, it is this spirit that has influenced the world of many people and created great achievements of many people, such as Einstein and Edison.
Yes, innovation is the soul of craftsman spirit.
Craftsman spirit, like a star, is boundless and affects countless people.
Therefore, we must inherit and carry forward.
Craftsman spirit is actually the product of detail and innovation, and it lives in our hearts.
Some people advocate going abroad, learning their management methods and inheriting the craftsman spirit.
But in fact, this behavior is wrong.
Craftsman spirit is more like a requirement for the profession itself, a sense of responsibility for pursuing perfection and innovation, which lives in everyone's heart.
What we want to learn is not foreign management methods, nor is it mysterious knowledge. It's in people's minds. What we need to do is to ask ourselves whether we can always keep this spirit of constant pursuit of perfection and innovation, so as to complete everything and love it. Yes, craftsman spirit is not a management method, a tool or a mysterious knowledge.
It is a state of mind, an attitude of doing, loving and perfecting one thing, and the soul of the craftsman spirit.
Details are the limbs of craftsman spirit, innovation is the heart of craftsman spirit, and attitude is the soul of craftsman spirit.
Yes, attitude leads to detail and innovation.
To do anything, the teacher said: if you don't accumulate silicon, you won't reach a thousand miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be a river.
Start with small things, start with small things, and accumulate a little.
When you look back on the future, you will see a rainbow.
On Monday morning, the teacher announced to us: "There will be a general cleaning in the school this afternoon. Please bring your tools.
"After two classes in the afternoon, we started cleaning.
Let's move the chairs first, and then move the table to the wall.
At this time, the teacher said, "Students from 1 to 15 go to public places to clean up, and the rest of the students stay in the classroom to clean up, so they are not allowed to play."
"Say that finish and go honestly.
Those of us who stayed in the classroom got together to assign tasks. My task is to clean the table.
I picked up a bucket and took a bucket of water from the toilet.
I put the rag in the bucket, took it out and wrung the water dry.
I started rubbing.
When cleaning a table, I found that the table was covered with correction fluid and correction tape with words on it. How should I clean it? No way, I had to borrow a knife from my classmates and slowly scrape off these correction fluids and correction tapes.
I put the knife on it first and scratched it a few times. Some thick layers of correction fluid cracked and scraped along the cracked place. After a long time, it was finally scraped clean.
I also took out a bottle of detergent from my schoolbag and brought it from home. I sprayed some detergent on the table and continued to wipe it.
After almost half an hour, I finally cleaned all the tables.
I saw Qi Dan carefully mopping the floor with a mop, and Wan Fen was cleaning the window with a rag. She cleaned the window very white, and some male students moved the garbage out of the classroom and took it out ... The students were all busy and sweaty.
At this time, a classmate stepped on the water and fell to the ground with a splash.
When the students saw him, they all ran to help him, rubbed his medicine, disinfected him and stopped bleeding ... We told the classmate to sit in the chair and rest and clean himself up quickly.
We finally finished cleaning the classroom, and the teacher came in to have a look and was very satisfied.
The next day, our classroom was rated as the cleanest classroom by the school. We are really happy.
Ah, this work is really unforgettable to me.
How many words does it take for ants to move their composition? 1. Have you ever noticed ants? Have you ever seen ants move? You may never notice these small black spots, but their spirit is admirable.
Last summer vacation, I went to my grandmother's house to play and saw a black chain, like a long wriggling black sausage. I crept over and took a closer look. It turned out to be a group of small ants moving.
I saw some ants holding eggs; Some ants carry food; Some ants carry larvae.
There is a bigger ant, who is the leader of the whole team. Look at that air, as if it were not the leader of the moving team, but an army general.
At this time, a naughty little ant ran out of the carrying team. At this time, the leader came running and touched the antenna of the little ant with his antenna. It seems to know its mistake and return to the team.
It seems that their discipline is very good.
At this moment, a big caterpillar climbed in. The ants sent some big strong ants. They cut several wounds on the caterpillar with pliers, made the caterpillar roll on the ground in pain, and killed several ants. They are not discouraged. They sent a dozen ants to climb the caterpillar and get into the wound.
Although they died a lot, they remained indomitable. Because of their unity, they finally defeated the big green bug and happily took it home.
Then I remembered a song: "Unity is strength, unity is strength …" Yes, unity is strength, harder than iron and stronger than steel. The spirit of ants is worth learning.
I like ants, and I like the spirit of ants more! At first, some ants wandered around the corner empty-handed as usual.
I thought the ants didn't know it was going to rain this time. If they made a mistake, it would be over.
I wonder how many ant "martyrs" will drown when the ant nest is flooded! Just as I was about to leave, I found that some ants seemed to be climbing high with something on their backs. When I looked intently, it turned out that it was worker ants carrying eggs and heading for a new nest.
Those eggs are as big as sesame seeds, yellow and a little transparent.
The worker ants on the left line up neatly, carrying eggs on their front feet, occasionally touching their tentacles with the worker ants on the right, and the worker ants on the right return to their previous caves to transport eggs and larvae.
They repeat these processes over and over again, and Qi Xin works together to protect its next generation.
A few hours passed, the sun was going down, and the ant colony began to be restless.
At this time, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, and then a muffled thunder reached my ear.
Suddenly, an ant whose chest and abdomen are in the shape of a silkworm baby crawls to a new cave. There are many soldiers next to this big guy, just like the royal guard behind the emperor.
Recalling the termites in the "scientific field", I feel that the queen ant seems to be somewhat similar to this "two unlike".
When the queen ant entered the new cave, it soon began to rain cats and dogs, flooding all the previous caves.
A few ants poked their heads out of the hole of their new nest, as if they were glad that they had escaped the "disaster".
The next morning, after the rain cleared, the sun showed a bright smile again, and the ant family began to work again: looking for food, carrying insect carcasses and breeding offspring ... the ant family was really great. I admire the orderly two columns, the firm belief step by step, and the spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance.
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The composition "A touching work at school" 600 words People have been studying and doing all kinds of things all their lives, and I am no exception.
Among so many things, what impressed me most was that I learned to wash dishes.
When I was in the third grade, many children of my age could do some basic housework, but I could do nothing but fold the quilt.
Mom and dad look in their eyes and are anxious in their hearts. They decided to let me learn the simplest housework first-washing dishes.
Hearing this, I beat my chest and replied in the loudest voice: "No problem, it's my treat, just wait for you to eat in a clean bowl."
At the beginning, I brought a lot of unwashed bowls and put them in the pool.
I followed my mother's example, turned on the tap and washed it slowly for several times. I washed it and wiped the debris off the bowl by hand. It went well at first, and many sundries on the bowl have been cleaned up.
I turned off the tap.
I proudly thought, "Now there is only detergent left. I used to listen to my parents saying that it was difficult to wash dishes. I didn't expect so much. "
I was just about to get the detergent when my hand slipped and the bowl exploded on the ground. I quickly picked it up and thought, "This was an accident. This poor bowl was the first victim, but it can't be my fault. Failure is the mother of success. "
Then I picked up another bowl to wash.
This bowl seems to be doing the right thing for me. It keeps slipping. I haven't washed it for a long time.
When I was in a hurry, my hand was released and I only heard a bang. The result can be imagined.
I just woke up from a dream and picked up the bowl on the ground. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the bowl fell into a "hemiplegia".
I beat a retreat in my heart and thought, "If this continues, I will break a pool of bowls."
At this time, my mother came in and asked me with a smile, "Is the bowl ready? Your father and I are waiting to eat with the bowl you washed! " .
I hung my head in shame and replied, "No, I can't always do the dishes."
Mom saw it and said, "Don't worry, I'll show you."
After that, my mother picked up the bowl, skillfully washed it with water, then put on the detergent, carefully cleaned the sundries by hand, and finally washed the detergent with water.
I carefully observed my mother's movements, only to see her clean the bottom of the bowl, and then wipe it round and round.
My mother said to me, "the oil bowl is not easy to wash." After listening to this, I suddenly realized, thinking: "No wonder the first bowl is easy to wash, and the second bowl is not easy to wash." After that, I learned to wash like my mother, all thumbs. Although the dishes I washed were not as good as my mother's, I was still very happy.
Then I washed all the dishes in the same way as before.
400 words in grade three. Grandma's cup was dirty, so I decided to help her clean it.
I brought a basin of clean water, some rags, wet the rags, moved a chair, stood on it, stretched out my arms and wiped it carefully.
After a while, I accidentally looked at the glass.
Huh? Strange, why does the glass seem to be getting dirty? At this time, I suddenly remembered what my grandmother said, "It will be very clean to clean the glass with newspapers."
"I decided to give it a try.
I found some old newspapers, kneaded one of them into a ball, dipped it in some water and rubbed it back and forth on the glass.
Gradually, the glass is much cleaner than before, and the stains and oil stains on it are much less. Then, I wiped it with a very dry newspaper several times, and the glass became more transparent. Looking out of the window, I can clearly see the flowers and trees in the distance, even the mountains in the distance.
A few rays of sunshine came in and the room looked brighter.
Although cleaning the glass is very tiring, I am really happy to help my grandmother with housework!
On Sunday, my mother was very busy. She gave me the task of cleaning the room. I accepted the task with pleasure.
I scanned the room with my eyes first. Hey, it's really dirty and messy. There are many things to do. Where should I start? Yes, first fold the quilt and put it on the bed; The shoes on the ground are in a mess, so we should tidy them up. I put the chairs in their original places, one in the east and the other in the west.
Then I brought a basin of water, put the rag in the basin to get wet and wring it out. While cleaning the table, I tidy up the messy books, toys and so on.
The polished table appeared in front of me like a layer of paint.
I cleaned five drawers, dressing tables and so on.
Because the wardrobe is too high to reach the wall.
I was smart enough to move a chair as a ladder, stand on it, clean it and polish the lamp.
Really tired! I'm sweating all over.
I just don't want to do it, but I think I must finish what I started.
After a while, I cleaned up. Well, the room has changed and looks very comfortable.
After this, I don't think it's easy to do.
Learn to do more in the future, on the one hand, share fatigue for your mother, on the other hand, exercise yourself.
I am a stool, from the furniture city, purchased by the school. I am fortunate to be bathed in the atmosphere of books. I am eagerly looking forward to contributing to the students as soon as possible. That day, when I received the news that we would be assigned to different classrooms, I was so excited that I didn't sleep a wink all night, thinking: It's finally time for me to contribute to everyone.
The first host I served was a third-grade child. Because it is a new school, a new environment, new desks and chairs, the teacher repeatedly stressed that students should love us. I am deeply happy to get such care and love from everyone, so that I can serve them better.
Speaking of me, you may not know what I look like, but I am full of confidence in myself.
First of all, I have a rectangular head with a light yellow light on the smooth surface, which gives people a clean feeling. And there are thick arms and bodies on both sides, which can support the owner's weight and adjust the height. Just unscrew the screws on both sides and do it yourself. "A gentleman can bend and stretch", do I look like it? Finally, the most distinctive thing is my two legs. I have two stout legs. Not only that, I also have two big feet under me, and I wear two leather shoes on the front and back of my feet. In this way, my whole body is very stable and I won't make a sound. Even if I move sometimes, it won't affect the upstairs and downstairs.
It's been stable like this for a year. Although I'm a little older, I'm still so strong. It won't be a problem to work for another ten or eight years.
During the summer vacation, the class of the school was adjusted, and the school wanted to add several classes. Several companions and I were sent to the multimedia classroom as public stools.
My life has become so boring due to the loss of my regular master. No one will care about me and no one will care about me. No one will come to see how I am doing and how my health is. Every day, I am moved by different people. They all sat down and left. I haven't had time to communicate with them or even introduce myself.
They always pay attention to their favorite gadgets, and class is just what they have to do.
Finally one day, I was transferred from here to the classroom. It seems that our stools are a little old. It's unsightly to put them in this place, which is detrimental to our image. Might as well send us to the classroom to settle down.
As a result, my friend and I were sent to work in the advanced class this time.
As soon as I came to this new environment, I was a little nervous, on the one hand, because of excitement, on the other hand, I was a little scared. I wonder if my current teacher will be a good classmate who loves me as much as the first teacher.
But the fact is that the more I worry about something, the more I get. I was assigned to the most naughty guy. Of course, I heard it from someone, but I can see it in his eyes.
When he started looking for a stool, he kept looking for the best one. When he found me, he shook me quickly, then sat on me and tried my firmness. Of course, I insist How can you come down so soon at this time? He immediately beamed, and I was his.
But since then, my life has also caused me a lot of grievances and sadness.
Because he wanted to sit comfortably, he put his schoolbag on me, even though there was room for it in his drawer.
What he did was turn me around first, and he rode me like a horse. Then, he put the schoolbag back heavily, and half of my body was pinned down by it. The schoolbag was right in front of the desk of the classmate behind me, so that the young master could comfortably enjoy me as a soft chair as long as he leaned back.
If he just enjoys it like this, I will be heavier and I won't care, but he sits uneasily and he keeps moving. Of course, his schoolbag often falls to the ground, and he doesn't care, because his calf often leans against me.
He is very skilled in this movement. First pout * * *, then put the licking finger forward into your mouth, and support the table with your elbow, and people will lie on it. Then, he naturally used this power to put his feet on me. At this time, when he is tired, he will sit down with a calf pad.
At this time, he is still twisting, sometimes twisting from side to side, sometimes twisting back and forth, with different ranges. Sometimes he lets me stand on my own feet with a golden rooster, sometimes he lets me practice three-point support, and sometimes he even throws me to the ground. I'm so tired that my back aches and I still can't get better. Sometimes when I talk to my master, he doesn't listen to me at all.
When I change places or get together, the young master always drags me like a dead dog. I always shout "Don't procrastinate! Don't delay! " But he never ignored me.
In this way, after a month or two, I was black and blue. The most obvious thing is that there are only two of the four leather shoes left. Only one of them was worn out. The master said that in order to be steady, he took off my other leather shoes and threw them away He also said it was symmetrical.
Another kind of injury is head screw injury. Because the master was very active and kept swinging, several screws on my head were shaken out several times. Fortunately, I told the master in time to avoid a serious disaster.
Otherwise, he may be a little weak.
The most exaggerated one was that he was too lazy to repair some of my loose screws. When he put them aside, my last screw also went on strike. He suddenly realized that he had to rely on the strength of the empty board to continue sitting, so he sat on an unconnected stool for a long time.
There is also a hateful sports meeting, because he is going to watch the game outside and be a cheerleader. Of course, he won't leave me and take me away. He plays with people from upstairs to downstairs and from downstairs to the assembly point. Sometimes he uses me as a shield and comes and goes with his classmates. Sometimes he treats me as an offensive weapon and only sees him treat my legs and feet as a launch.
When I get to the playground, he will plunge me into the mud and use me as a place to put his plates when he plays checkers, but he won't give me anything to eat when he eats, and there will be oil on my back.
Even more exasperating, at the end of the sports meeting, he left me on the playground and took someone else's stool. I shouted here: "Come back! Come back! That's not me! " But he left without looking back.
Later, another child came to look for his stool and he saw me. ...
Please indicate the source? Move the desk to write a composition