Zhenxinqiu primary school fifth grade composition

1. If I am an imperial doctor, my grandmother has been suffering from stomach trouble for decades, and sometimes she is sweating with pain, so we can only do something. One night, grandma's stomach trouble happened again. I was wearing a white coat, a mask and a magic medicine in my hand, rubbing it gently on my grandmother's chest. Grandma immediately came to her senses, hugged me and praised me. "Ha ha ha ..." I opened my eyes with a smile. It was a dream! If only I had such a god! In our life, we often hear that people are terminally ill. If I am an imperial doctor, I will treat them. If any organ is broken, I will make up for it. Viscera, I can mend it! In 2003, the rare bird flu in history brought great losses to our people. If I were a magic doctor, I would take out my magic medicine and kill the virus and bacteria immediately, and the flu would be stopped immediately. Those excellent doctors, nurses, the People's Liberation Army … They won't get sick, and the country and people won't lose those excellent children! If I were an imperial doctor, I would make all kinds of magical medicines to make the lame stand up, let the deaf hear, let the blind see the light again ... so that there will be no disabled people in the whole world, so that people all over the world will no longer be entangled in diseases, and everyone can live a long and healthy life. It is my dream to be an imperial doctor, and I will work harder for it! My grandmother has been suffering from stomach trouble for decades, and sometimes she is sweating with pain, so we can only do something. One night, grandma's stomach trouble happened again. I was wearing a white coat, a mask and a magic medicine in my hand, rubbing it gently on my grandmother's chest. Grandma immediately came to her senses, hugged me and praised me. "Ha ha ha ..." I opened my eyes with a smile. It was a dream! If only I had such a god! In our life, we often hear that people are terminally ill. If I am an imperial doctor, I will treat them. If any organ is broken, I will make up for it. Viscera, I can mend it! In 2003, the rare bird flu in history brought great losses to our people. If I were a magic doctor, I would take out my magic medicine and kill the virus and bacteria immediately, and the flu would be stopped immediately. Those excellent doctors, nurses, the People's Liberation Army … They won't get sick, and the country and people won't lose those excellent children! If I were an imperial doctor, I would make all kinds of magical medicines to make the lame stand up, let the deaf hear, let the blind see the light again ... so that there will be no disabled people in the whole world, so that people all over the world will no longer be entangled in diseases, and everyone can live a long and healthy life. It is my dream to be an imperial doctor, and I will work harder for it! 2 a landscape-SMS is also a beautiful landscape of the Lantern Festival. I read extracurricular books at home. Suddenly, mom's cell phone rang. "Shit!" She just went on a business trip and forgot to bring her mobile phone. I quickly took a look at it. It was a short message. Mom has a lot of friends, so naturally she will receive a lot of text messages, right? I would like to take this opportunity to find out what "sweet words" I said, so I looked it up carefully. Wow! There are more than a dozen, eh! I read them one by one. Among them, my favorite is a short message from an aunt: Fold your mind into a beautiful butterfly and stop at your pillow tonight. When you wake up at dawn tomorrow, it will leave peace, happiness and happiness in your future every day! I wish you a happy and healthy Lantern Festival family reunion! From this short message, I realized the friendship between my mother and my friends, and the whole short message is like a beautiful poem, comparing happiness, peace and happiness to butterflies for my friends, and expressing my good wishes to my friends through this. While I was watching it, my mother's mobile phone vibrated again, and my hands were almost numb. When I opened it, there was another short message: there is a faint poem in the light cloud, and my deep greetings are in the faint poem. Happy Lantern Festival to your family! "It's so beautiful!" I can't help admiring it. Not only the language is beautiful, but also it rhymes. From clouds to poems, to greetings, it is close to each other layer by layer. Finally, it expresses its intention, which makes people feel moved when they read it. Oh! I didn't expect text messages to be so interesting and attractive. Just thinking, the vibration started again and kept ringing. When I saw it, I was shocked. There were six or seven others. It seems that today, I was surrounded by short messages, and I was at a loss ... My mother came back from work and was very happy to know that there were many short messages. She quickly put down her backpack, replied to the text message while reading it, and giggled alone, just like a child. Nowadays, in the information society, people's lives are inseparable from mobile phones, and mobile phone short messages are more and more popular with people because of their simplicity, rapidity and economy. Of course, bad and illegal spam messages must be resolutely stopped, but on festivals or some anniversaries, people edit beautiful messages to bless each other, which is also a beautiful scenery. Neglected, sometimes the most important wealth, may be a lighted candle that illuminates our future. Wealth, perhaps the morning glory, is full of fragrance in our life. But there is a kind of wealth that you can feel with your hands, but no one has paid attention to it. That's family. Family? Wealth? Many people doubt whether the two can be equated. There was once a story about a little girl who had a big fight with her mother, tossed her head and went downstairs angrily. I came to a roadside wonton stall and touched my stomach, only to find that I was penniless. The stall owner is a kind old woman. When she saw this, she smiled and said, "Sit down and I'll treat you to dinner." . After a while, the steaming wonton came. Girls eat and eat. Suddenly, her eyes turned red and she shed something called tears. She choked up and said, "Thank you ... for being so kind to me, but my mother ..." "Haven't you thought about it, son? I only gave you a bowl of wonton, but your mother cooked it for you for more than ten years. " The girl paused and ate the wonton in a hurry. Back to the intersection downstairs, I found my mother standing on the street corner, looking around anxiously. The girl ran over and said nothing but gave her mother a hug. Yes! We often hurt those hearts that always forgive us. Forget the family around you. So, can kinship and wealth be equated? Perhaps this feeling is a wonton in a girl's hand, but it is more like a gorgeous rainbow after the storm. On that day, the drizzle seemed to be used by God to comfort the world. Birds are no longer singing, the streets are no longer noisy, and only a few people are walking on the stagnant road. The wind blows again and again, and the trees bow their heads again and again. Standing by the window, I seem to be dissolved in the rain, and I don't know where to pour drop by drop. Repeated failures, repeated setbacks, I was deeply involved. The failure of the exam, the indifference behind him, and the mocking eyes. I seem to be trapped in a swamp. Suddenly, a ray of sunshine gently enveloped me. Ah! That's mom's gentle eyes. So friendly and so gentle. I suddenly turned around and found my mother staring at me affectionately, as if it had been more than ten years, but it was still not enough. At this point, the fine lines around my mother's eyes seem to be getting deeper and deeper. I was at a loss for a moment. Looking back at the window again, the drizzle seems to be melted by affection. What appeared was that colorful rainbow light. Gorgeous colors seem to be painted with strokes dipped in affection. At that time, boundless affection and warmth filled the whole room and curled up in our hearts. Family sometimes clings to it, but it may slip away quietly. Sometimes let go and it may follow you. Grasping family ties and this "special wealth" is also an art of life. This kind of "special wealth", which is easily overlooked by the world, will accompany people all their lives. Only in life can we taste its sweetness and beauty. It is like a lighthouse. With it, you will never lose your way in life. Happiness is as cold as a flower, but it is still a depression. Suddenly, I am eager to see vitality, flowers are competing to open, just like I am eager for happiness. Happiness is like flowers, red flowers are as beautiful as happiness, yellow flowers are as warm as happiness, and pink flowers are as sweet as happiness. Colorful flowers make people feel very happy. There is no shortage of happiness around me, but I am not satisfied (people spend their whole lives in dissatisfaction, don't they? At least I think so), I long for more happiness. I long for my life to be full of laughter and drive away the haze, loneliness and endless troubles. I don't deny that I am a perfectionist. I don't want sadness and tears in my life. In the dead of night, I was alone, looking out of the window through the fluttering window screens, looking at the silent, dark and locked brows, and my confused eyes were immersed in tears, which was very sad. That's not what I want. In my mind, I always fantasize about my own world. My father is the sun, my mother is the moon, the stars in the sky are all my dreams, and my friends are colorful flowers. I am an eagle with wings, fighting the sky and flying to my dreams; I am a flying butterfly, flapping its wings among the flowers, occasionally stopping on a flower and playing freely among these friends; I am ... so happy! Everything in my fantasy is so beautiful, but in this imperfect world that does not belong to me, I have to look for happiness, looking for happiness as beautiful as flowers ... 5. I really want to say I'm sorry. There seems to be a gap between my father and me. I feel that he doesn't love me and think about me, so I often oppose him, ignore his words and listen to him. Dad has been out for a long time this year. I won't say anything, but my heart is full of long thoughts. In the evening, dad put on his clothes and said, "Ye, dad has something to go out for a while." I put down my pen and came out of the bedroom to help my father open the door. Going out, bending over and putting on shoes, dad is doing it in an orderly way. He turned his back on me and leaned forward slightly, which seemed inflexible. He fell to the ground on his back, looking dull. The next morning, my father left quietly. On my desk, a new watch is holding a piece of paper: Ye: Dad has gone out to run some errands and will be back in about two weeks. Your birthday is coming. I bought a new watch and want to give it to you on your birthday. But these days, since you are always asking about the time, take it with you. It is the same. Don't kick the quilt at night. You haven't got over your cold yet. Remember to wait until your cold is over. I picked up a new watch: small and exquisite, beautiful and generous. My tears flowed down, hit the paper left by my father, and melted away ... Suddenly I felt so stupid that I couldn't understand Zhu Ziqing's back and his deep fatherly love. Flat ... I just stood and read the note left by my father over and over again. Tears blurred, always shaking the inflexible and slightly dull figure. I dried my tears and opened the door, and the word "back" suddenly came into view. I suddenly understood a lot, then, what I wrote was by no means the back of a father! Outside the window, spring is so beautiful! Flowers that haven't bloomed for a long time are showing pink buds ... Looking at this paper, my so-called hatred becomes vulnerable. I really want to say to my father loudly and sincerely, "Dad, I'm sorry, please forgive me!" " "Although my father can't hear me, I hope he can understand my heart. We will be linked together forever.