Write a composition of 19 words

1. composition about play 19 words

I wandered on the track of time and set foot on every passing car.

The scenery along the way is fading away. I am holding the license plate that I miss, waiting for the last stop-my hometown. One day, in the speeding train, there was a traveler. He looked out the window at the mountains and trees painted bright red by the sunset, and that person was me.

Slowly, the fatigue of the journey finally pulled my eyes down. I closed them as if I heard the melodious sound of bagpipes. This is a small town in Scotland! The train stopped and I got off with my suitcase. It was late autumn, and there was a layer of phoenix tree leaves on the ground. I strolled in the town, admiring the red-roofed hut by the road, and occasionally passers-by passed by. For me, a foreign tourist, I saw their smiles and I smiled back.

The fresh wind lifted the bangs on my forehead, and I suddenly saw the mountains in the distance, so I remembered the mountains in my hometown ... Although the scenery around me was picturesque, I was the only one enjoying it. I was walking in a strange place with a person who didn't belong here. The mountains, water, trees and people there had nothing to do with this person, but the sadness of the traveler became clearer in my heart. When I looked up at the sky, it was. I gradually opened my eyes and suddenly realized that it was a dream just now, but I stood on an endless grassland! Is this Inner Mongolia grassland? I think so.

There is no road or platform, only the grass stretching across the sky is green and full of beautiful flowers. Haizi said: "Facing the sea, spring blossoms", and I am facing this boundless grassland at this time. Cattle and sheep walk by me, and the clear water flows around my knees, but what appears in my mind is the long-lost peace and calm.

So, the blue sky, white clouds, cattle and sheep, grass, local girls and my love are all revived at this moment. However, I'm just a traveler, and I won't stay anywhere until I stand at the intersection of the terminal. 2. composition about play 19 words

I wandered on the track of time and set foot on every passing car. The scenery along the way is fading away, and I am holding the license plate that I miss, waiting for the last stop-my hometown.

One day, in a speeding train, there was a traveler. He looked out the window at the mountains and trees painted bright red by the sunset, and that person was me.

Slowly, the fatigue of the journey finally pulled my eyes down. I closed them as if I heard the melodious sound of bagpipes. This is a small town in Scotland!

The train stopped and I got off with my suitcase. It was late autumn, and there was a layer of phoenix tree leaves on the ground. I strolled in the town, admiring the red-roofed hut by the road, and occasionally passers-by passed by. For me, a foreign tourist, I saw their smiles and I smiled back. The fresh wind lifted the bangs on my forehead, and I suddenly saw the mountains in the distance, so I remembered the mountains in my hometown ... Although the surrounding scenery was picturesque, I was the only one enjoying it. I was walking in a strange place with a person who didn't belong here. The mountains, water, trees and people there had nothing to do with this person, but the sadness of travelers became more and more clear in my heart. When I looked up at the bright moon in the sky, I gradually opened my eyes and suddenly realized that it was a dream just now, but I stood on an endless grassland! Is this Inner Mongolia grassland? I think so. There is no road, no platform, only the grass stretching across the sky, green, and beautiful flowers in full bloom. Haizi said: "Facing the sea, spring blossoms", and I am facing this boundless grassland at this time. Cattle and sheep walk by me, and the clear water flows around my knees, but what appears in my mind is the long-lost peace and calm. Thus, the blue sky, white clouds, cattle and sheep, grass, local girls, and my love are all revived at this moment. However, I'm just a traveler, and I won't stay anywhere until I stand at the intersection of the terminal. 3. How to write my teacher's 19 words

Miss Cao is our math teacher and the head teacher of our class. She is of medium height and looks like thirty. An affable face, the eyes from those eyes are always so bright and kind. Attending her class is just like a wonderful sketch in the Spring Festival party. Every student is the protagonist in the sketch, and Teacher Cao is both the director and the actor in it. Her language is always so profound, so wonderful and makes people laugh. I can't help imitating her every word and deed, every move ...

Whenever we do our homework, Teacher Cao will gently walk over to our classmates to see if there are any problems we can't do, and we will point them out one by one if our handwriting is not correct. Whenever we do broadcast gymnastics, Mr. Cao will look at whether the actions we do are standard or not; Whenever we make mistakes, Mr. Cao will patiently help us correct them; Whenever it's windy and rainy, Teacher Cao will ask us if we have an umbrella. Every time after school, Mr. Cao will escort us across the road and tell us, "Pay attention to safety on the way home, don't play on the road and go home early." ..... Miss Cao, this bit by bit, we are moved!

Miss Cao, you are like the moon in the sky, always caring for our naughty and lovely little stars; You are like a clear spring, which has been nourishing our beautiful flowers and making us happier every day! You are like a smooth road, let us keep moving forward ... Without your care, your help and your understanding, we wouldn't have such a sweet smile! 4. composition of field path 19 words

I love wide and straight roads and solid and exquisite marble roads. However, I love the winding roads in my hometown more.

In the spring morning, the sun sprinkled her first ray of hopeful light on the path, and the soft grass on the roadside woke up with crystal dew on its head, shining brilliantly in this golden sunshine. Pure wild lilies, pale pink stars all over the sky, purple Roland emitting intoxicating fragrance, birds standing on the branches, songs of spring rippling among the paths ...

On a summer night, I strolled along a quiet path, and the road curved forward with no end in sight. At this time, the cicada has rested, and the lavender has quietly fallen asleep. Under the tall poplar, there is a clear lake, clearly reflecting a bright moon. The breeze gently blows over the tops of poplar trees, and the water waves are quietly rippling. The sparkling lake has painted a mysterious color on the path. Only the singer-cricket broke the peace at this time and sang the language of summer in his heart ... < P Poplar leaves are flying in the autumn wind, falling on the ground one by one, like a light butterfly, hovering, hovering ... The grass has lost its vitality and put on a yellow coat; And there are clusters of red on the roadside, which are incisively and vividly red and shocking. It is blood-like red, which is the color of life that it proudly blooms! That is the gorgeous movement of autumn!

In the winter afternoon, the whole road, not-the whole field, was covered with pure white snow. Walking on it, the music creaked under your feet. The branches are covered with a layer of rime, with cold light snow, fluffy and silvery snowballs hanging, and the smoke of snow flakes is flying in the air ... Naughty children appear on the path, making snowmen and having snowball fights, and laughter and laughter are all over the path ...

I love the path in my hometown, the songs of spring, the words of summer, the flowers of autumn and winter. 5. I admire a person's composition (19 words)

I admire a person's friend. When you are on that neat road, have you ever thought about whose hard work this is? Is the city's beautician-cleaner.

It is their hard work that makes the city so clean and tidy. I remember that on a cold winter morning, before dawn, my father woke me up from my sleep and said to me, "Son, go running with my father this morning, and I want to practice your will."

I was a little flustered after listening to it, and stammered, "What … what, run … run, it's so cold this day, I won't go." At my father's repeated request, I put on my clothes and went out with my father.

Runners, suddenly, a north wind blew head-on, and my face hurt like a knife. At this time, I whimpered and said, "Dad … Dad, it's too … cold … let's … go home!" " Dad didn't speak, but dragged me to a black shadow. When I looked intently, it turned out to be an old man, who was about 6 years old. He was sweeping the floor on the road with a cleaning handle.

I'm curious, why do cleaners always sweep the road so early? So, I said to the old man, "Old man, why do you come to sweep the road so early at your age?" Aren't you afraid of being tired? " The old man smiled and said to me, "Good boy, if I don't come to sweep the floor early, leaves will fill the streets, garbage will fly everywhere, and it will bring inconvenience to the people." Say that finish, the old man picked up the broom and swept it up.

at this moment, a strong wind blew away all the rubbish that the old man was about to load into the garbage truck. I think: now the old man should be angry.

But to my surprise, the old man silently swept up again ... When my father and I came back from running, we saw that the road was spotless and very clean. The old man also pulled the garbage truck to the garbage station.

Looking at the tall figure of the old man, a wave of respect welled up in my heart. 6. My dream school, composition 19 words

Campus is the cradle of talents and the second place besides home. When people mention campus, they often think of the sound of books, the students' attention in class, and the teachers' expression. However, my ideal campus is not the same. It bears more students' laughter and songs, and is full of happiness for teachers and students. You can see the golden glow of the morning sun and the afterglow of the sunset everywhere. The campus is beautiful, just like a garden. There are a group of kind teachers who like to smile and always smile. They won't scold you, beat you, let alone invite their parents. When they are in class, they will be persuasive and treat you as a friend. Working with you to help you share your worries, there is a special way to make you fall in love with learning.

The ideal campus is not the same. It bears more students' songs and laughter, and is full of happiness for teachers and students. I love campus, which cultivates generations of students. My campus life is more about students' autonomous learning than the teacher's inculcation on the platform. Are there any teachers in that position? Of course, the teacher's role is to remind and guide the maze, and of course, there is vital supervision. So what do students do? Besides studying, what is different? Students' learning is no longer a teacher's traction learning, but autonomous learning. The curriculum is no longer bounded, and the topic is studied by themselves, with interest as the main concern. Let students' exploration and innovation be fully tapped.

Maybe you want to say, what if students are idle and do nothing in the bright light of the school? Then the teacher will be useful! Teachers send students back to the classroom and return to exam-oriented education. I believe smart students know what is wise!

The campus is not only a learning garden, but also a spreading place of culture and entertainment. The school has a movie night every Tuesday night, which allows students to watch movies as film critics. Chef talent competition is held every two weeks, and students should learn how to create their own signs while tasting food. There are classes every day to enrich students' knowledge. There is a science and technology culture festival every month, which brings science and technology and culture together on the stage and allows students to demonstrate their monthly exploration. Rich entertainment programs, campus life will no longer be monotonous. Every semester, the students' learning achievements are voted by the students, reviewed by the teachers, and the campus semester awards are awarded. There are rich prizes to encourage students to make persistent efforts.

does my ideal campus life excite you? Let's work hard to turn this ideal life into a real life, and let dreams may come. 7. write a composition, an interesting class of 19 words

I am a representative of Chinese class. Today, when I asked Miss Gong if she wanted to hand out any homework before class, she said, "No, we have an exam today." Returning to my seat, I said to Lu Chencheng by the way: "There is an exam in composition class today. Stop doing homework and review!"

when doing eye exercises, I feel something is wrong: today is the school open day, how can I take the exam when there are teachers attending classes? Teacher Gong, what medicine is sold in this gourd? When I opened my eyes, I saw Mr. Gong walking quickly to the bookcase, picking up the test paper and putting it on the platform: "Today, we are going to have a touch-up test before the mid-term exam. Moreover, this score is 1 to 2, which can be used for two test scores. " As you can imagine, it is quite difficult. No way! It's no use any more. What can I do? This is terrible! I want to eat "chestnut buns" at home. Pity that! "ah!" "What can I do?" The students are whispering, and it's a mess.

"The teacher didn't notice again. How can I take the exam?" "No, I texted your parents at six o'clock yesterday. Today, I will take Unit 1-4 for you to review. It seems that your parents are just busy with their work! " Teacher Gong answered with a smile. Well, my parents went shopping yesterday, no wonder I didn't know. Really, what street to visit on weekdays? It's really irritating. "No, I didn't see this message on my mobile phone yesterday." Lu Chencheng retorted that I looked at him incredulously. "Really, I didn't see it."

"well, the class representative will hand out the test papers. Whether you have reviewed or not, you have to take the exam today. " It seems that Miss Gong is determined to let us take the exam. This is over! When the representatives of our four classes handed out the examination papers, many students took the opportunity to open the books and wanted to "cram for the last minute." I'm scared, nervous and anxious like an ant on hot bricks, but I'm dubious: Unit 4 hasn't been finished yet, so how can I take the exam? Back in the seat, Miss Gong ticked the topic to be done. Oh, it turned out to be a topic I learned! But later, Mr. Gong asked us to close the test paper, pass it from back to front and put it away. What's going on here? As homework? Look at the schedule again, yeah! Isn't it a composition class? Miss Gong won't fool us, will she? It must be for us to write a composition. But I admire Miss Gong's acting skills. She led us into a trap. Sure enough, Teacher Gong turned on the projector and asked us to write a composition on the topic of "a false alarm".

this is really an interesting composition class! 8. 19-word composition in grade 3 of primary school

During the Olympic Games, I watched many games, learned a lot of sports knowledge, and even wrote down the names of some heroes, such as Wu Minxia, Ding Ning and China women's volleyball team, who won honor for their motherland with their own sweat.

Every game in the Olympic Games is very exciting, and the most thrilling is the final between the China and Serbian women's volleyball teams. At first, China women's volleyball team lost a game. I think China women's volleyball team will not lose. I secretly cheered for them. In the end, China Women's Volleyball Team won the gold medal with its close cooperation and indomitable spirit.