I write my composition in the first person.

1. Write in the first person that I am a national treasure panda. My head is round, my tail is short, and my whole body is round. Don't think my eyes are big. In fact, there is a circle of black hair around my eyes, and my small eyes are hidden in the middle. I only live in the alpine valleys of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, where patches of bamboo grow, especially my favorite arrow bamboo. I like eating every day. I want to eat 12-38 kilograms of bamboo at the end of the day. It's amazing! My ancestor panda existed as early as 2-3 million years ago, so I am also called a "living fossil".

Originally, our family has been living a very happy life, and you like our innocence very much. However, I gradually find life more and more difficult. Due to deforestation, the area we live in is getting smaller and smaller, decreasing by 2 per year. The speed of 5 square kilometers is disappearing; Because I only live in China, many bad guys arrested us and smuggled us to foreign exhibitions ... Such a hard life made me haggard, and I hid everywhere for fear of being caught. Fortunately, our country has designated us as a national first-class protected animal, and the area where we live has been designated as a national nature reserve. Our happy life is back, and we are even cuter. Last April, our golden couple and Yuan Yuan went to Taiwan Province Province on behalf of the mainland, expressing the desire of the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait for an early reunion. This is the most brilliant thing in the history of our family. Looking back now, I am still excited!

This composition is written in the first person. It was a Friday night and the moon was shining on the earth. My brother and I watched the night scene in the sky in the yard. Suddenly, I remembered something, so I said to my brother, "Brother, the moonlight is so bright tonight, let's go out and fly kites!" " The younger brother said, "Good! Sister, although no one flies kites at night, we can make an innovation! " My brother and I rushed into the house and took out kites.

The two of us came to the open field with kites. It's very flat here. There are no trees or telephone poles. This is a good place to fly kites. When we got there, I took the spool and my brother took the kite. When it began to fly, I said loudly, "fly!" " My brother put a kite in the sky. I raised the spool above my head and sprinted forward. I let go of the string while running, and the kite was quickly released. The kite flew higher and higher, and my brother and I both laughed happily. However, the good times didn't last long, and the kite somehow hung on a big tree on the edge of the ground. "What can I do?" My brother said anxiously. There's nothing I can do. We are both anxious like ants on hot bricks. At this time, I remembered what the teacher said in class: "No matter what happens, don't be nervous, be calm and calm, so that we can come up with a solution." Yes, yes. I broke the kite string and let it float with the wind. All right. The kite fell from the tree. I quickly picked it up. In the moonlight, I saw that the kite was not broken. I immediately connected the broken line on the kite to the spool. Then I ran away with the kite. Soon, the kite was put on by me again.

3. How to write a composition about Apple in my first person? There are many kinds of fruits, including watermelon in melon, litchi in fruit and pearl grapes in water ... but my favorite is apple.

Apples are round, as big as oranges. My whole body is slippery. Without mature apples, green apples gradually occupy the green "territory" from red. Finally, the apple ripened and turned deep red. When you take a bite, the undercooked apple tastes bitter and astringent. Ripe, there is a fragrance, I can't wait to eat it all. My Sweetie's disease makes people want to eat more and more, and the more they eat, the more they love to eat. Cut the apple, the meat is white, the seeds inside are black and the juice is fresh. The whole apple tastes sweet and crisp, and the pulp is delicious. Its taste, color and shape are very pleasing, round, like a small lantern. Apples not only taste good, but also have many functions.

Eating apples regularly can reduce blood fat, blood pressure, prevent cancer, strengthen bones, maintain acid-base balance and lose weight. There is a western proverb: "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." Among many fruits, apple is the most common and peaceful one. But its nutritional value doesn't allow me. Among many fruits, apple is the most common and peaceful one. But its nutritional value should not be underestimated. Chinese medicine believes that it can nourish the lungs, strengthen the spleen and stimulate appetite. Nutritional analysis shows that apples contain many kinds of fructose, organic acids, pectin, trace elements, cellulose, vitamins, minerals, polyphenols and flavonoids. "An apple a day" is a well-known health slogan, and apples are called "all-round healthy fruits" by scientists.

There are many ways to eat apples, which can be processed into apple juice, apple salad, etc ... Apples contain many vitamins, so eating more is good for your health!

4. Composition: a narrative music box written in the first person.

-My wings

Fingers stroking the still smooth reddish-brown paint, the cold touch came from between. I pulled out the slightly rusty copper card, and with the lid gently lifted, a monotonous but not boring music filled the whole room shrouded in glory. Simple and warm notes gently beat my heart, making me suddenly feel that the whole person has been stretched. Looking down, on the mirror in the box, a little man is dancing and spinning with the music.

It was night, and I was alone with that ugly box. I found that my face was cold and there were transparent tears. Look at the lid of the box in the dark and put it under the bed opposite the pillow.

"When you are tired and numb, tears are the best way to relax, because that proves that you still have feelings."

Her voice curled up. If yesterday. In fact, she has been away from me for almost five years. This complete sentence is also in the music box. On the side of the box, there is a carving knife, leaving his beautiful handwriting: "from grandma."

She is a person who refuses to accept old age, but at the same time she likes nostalgia. She will stick to something for a long time, but she will be open to something. For example, the music box, for example, that sentence, for example, she never sighs, for example, she cries publicly. She always tells me to laugh at the right time. I asked her why you were crying, and she cried in front of me more than once. She smiled and told me that sentence, "because it can take people on a journey away from despair." No matter how many times I ask, the answer never changes.

Later, she gave me the music box and asked me the origin of its name. On this issue, anyone will recite the principle of structure. But she didn't. She always said solemnly, "The music box represents affection, friendship, love, frustration, tears, injury, growth and change …" I don't remember the rest, but I still remember the satisfaction on her face. At that time, I didn't understand why she used those eight words to describe happiness, because obviously, tears, injuries and setbacks would be painful. She just smiled and didn't answer.

Now, I am fourteen years old, and I have experienced a slight increase in years, and I am more and more reluctant to part with that ugly box. Not only because it reminds me of her, but also because I am used to falling asleep with a "wound" in that simple and gentle rhythm.

When I fail, when I am injured, when I am tired and numb, I like to open the box and let the clean melody purify my spirit. Habits are hard to get rid of. I am used to crying, arousing hope with tears, soothing pain with tears, and telling myself to stand up with tears. Habit makes my melancholy dry up with tears. Because I did understand her "music box". She must want to say that without "failure", "injury" and "tears", the music of the music box would be incomplete and the trajectory of life would be incomplete. When you encounter these painful notes, cry! Cry for your pain, cry for your happiness, cry for your integrity! This is great!

Another night, I smiled and watched tears fall from my eyes. The calm strings filled the whole night sky.

Looking up, I know I'm not alone. Whenever I have tears in my eyes, I always think of the music box, and suddenly I find my eyes wide open. The gentle rhythm will take me through every sleepless night. When I looked back, the soil with tears had grown white feathers. Because of that man's guidance, they were pieced together and spread their wings for the next journey.

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5. Write a 500-word narrative composition with the first person "I". I am an optimist. I am a notorious naughty boy. To this end, my parents gave me a nickname-"Huanhuan". When I was a child, I was very restless. I liked to run around the house and roll around on the ground. So, I am very happy.

I am a chatterbox. I can't close my mouth. When eating at home at night, the protagonist at the dinner table will always be me. I had to empty a laundry list every day during that time. But after talking for a long time, I haven't had time to take a bite.

I am a lively person. Because of my cheerful personality, I especially like making friends. On the first day of junior high school, I couldn't bear the loneliness, so I simply took a pen and paper to "interview" the new classmates in my class. In just one day, I met half of my classmates and "collected" many new friends, which laid the foundation for me to adapt to my new life in junior high school.

I am a bookworm. I usually "eat" when I am free. This is my "compulsory course" every day! I have chewed countless books. If any book tastes too good, I will "chew" it several times. If you ask me what books I have "chewed", it's hard to say: literary works, popular science books, science fiction ... even the "tofu" article published in the newspaper, I will "taste".

Look! This is me-with short hair, wearing a pair of glasses and a naughty smile on my mouth. Yes, this is me, naughty me, lively me, happy me, unique me!

My hometown composition I write this composition from the first-person perspective. My hometown is a picturesque place with mountains and water.

In front of the village, there is a crystal clear river. In the sunlight, it looks like someone has sprinkled a handful of gold and it shines. Unknown little fish are swimming happily in the river. Some small fish parade really fast, even faster than the students who take part in the competition! Behind the village, there are green mountains. On the mountain, there are towering trees, just like a patron saint, guarding the safety of villagers far and near. Like me, the grass dressed like jasper wants to grow taller quickly, try to grow up and let the mountain wear green clothes. There are shops next to the village, which are rich in goods and cheap, and there is a wide and long road.

This is my hometown, a beautiful place that no one can draw.

My hometown is surrounded by mountains and rivers, which is a good place.

The mountain in my hometown is very high, as if I were chatting hand in hand with Baiyun! Among many high mountains, there is a village called Jinshan. At the foot of Jinshan, there is a village called Jinshan Village. Jinshan village is rich in Fritillaria, and every household in the village grows Fritillaria. Every year 10, everyone in the village will plant Fritillaria in the field. Although my father works in the city, when it comes to planting Fritillaria, he will go back to his hometown to help his grandmother grow Fritillaria. In April of the following year, the Fritillaria matured, and chubby Fritillaria lay quietly in the field.

Jinshan village also processes dry powder. The freshly processed dry powder is delicious. The smell alone will attract people to try. The dry powder produced here is fine and white, which is very popular with people. Also exported to the county seat and other counties and cities!

Planting Fritillaria has made people in their hometown rich. Many villagers have built new houses and bought cars, and the roads in the village have become wider and wider, from rugged tractor roads to wide and flat cement roads. In addition, the environmental sanitation in my hometown is getting better and better, and the roadside can be clean when I go home during the New Year.

I think tomorrow in my hometown will be better!

What this book said to me was written in the first person. From the first day I transferred to Chengxian Street Primary School, I will always remember my head teacher, Mr. Cao Qian. Teacher Cao is of medium height, short curly hair, beautiful flowing sea, dignified facial features and very handsome appearance. Because of her first encouraging words, I have changed! Become brave and confident. This is a dream! A sweet dream!

I remember one day, in the morning Chinese class, Chinese teacher Cao asked us a question. I thought about it, but I already know an answer psychologically. However, I'm not sure if my answer is completely correct. I'm a little afraid that I will make a mistake. My classmates laughed at me, but I didn't raise my hand. The teacher casually called the roll, and the result was me! I stood up in a hurry and felt a little nervous about fixing the dolphin with a stupid nail. My legs were shaking, so I said to myself, "Don't be nervous, this is just a speech." I got up the courage to stammer out my answer. Just after I finished, I stuck out my tongue in fear and sat down quickly. It never occurred to me that Cao, the Chinese teacher. Your answer is so good! ..... "I froze! The teacher said I answered well? I even doubt my hearing! The teacher suddenly patted me on the shoulder, as warm as the sun, and I woke up at once! She looked up at the teacher tenderly and said kindly to me, "Why don't you raise your hand? "? You speak very well! Be brave to raise your hand and speak next time! The teacher believes you! "really! The teacher told me that she believed me! From that moment on, my heart was full of hope and confidence. Because of the teacher's words, I overcame my inner fear! You are like a silkworm, giving yourself and warming others; You are like a gardener. You take pains. Teacher Cao, I will never forget your kind words, your gentle eyes, your first words of encouragement and everything about you. ...

8. Write a composition, asking to write a few touching stories, written in the first person, entitled "My Story". Everyone has his own story.

Some are happy, some are sad, and some are sad.

Sadness, some excitement, my reason.

The important thing is to be happy.

When I was eight, my mother was always right.

I said, "Son, you have grown up.

Now, you should learn to help adults do something.

Don't just play all day. "

I thought to myself, this is true.

Ah, but what can I do? It suddenly occurs to me

Dad, tomorrow is Sunday.

Mom doesn't work overtime, so I can cook lunch.

To mom and dad!

At noon the next day, I went into the kitchen.

Room, look into the basket, organic roots

Cucumber, which often appears on the dining table, has some on it.

Last night's food. That's enough. With this

Some is enough.

I picked up two cucumbers and put them in.

Wash, wash the kitchen knife and put one in.

Root cucumber on the cutting board, "unter den.

"Deng Deng" cut up.

After cutting, pour oil and open it.

Fire, "pa pa" oil began to boil.

I was so anxious that I shouted, "Mom! Start (a disease)

Help me! I'm scared! "

Mother came over without hesitation.

Pour in the cucumber and the pot suddenly gets bigger.

Make a "scratching" sound, I

Run to the kitchen door, and then the voice starts.

The sound faded away.

"Okay, okay, here.

I will. I said.

Mother should track: "Be careful.

Oh "

"I know!" I replied.

I waited left and right, and suddenly,

The fragrance wafted into my nose, and I

I said to myself, "All right."

I opened the cupboard and took out salt and salt.

Sprinkle chicken essence (monosodium glutamate is also acceptable) every time.

A spoonful. After frying, cover it.

Cover it. Turn the fire to the maximum immediately.

The noise in the pot is getting louder and louder.

I was so scared that I turned the fire to a minimum and put the pot in.

When the lid was opened, another fragrance floated in.

My nose. I fired it several times.

Put the lid on and turn on the fire.

maximum

This time, I have experience, don't I?

I'm scared now. All right, I'll turn off the fire

Put the cucumber on the plate.

With this experience, next,

It will be much easier, and it will be fried in three or two times.

Yes

I brought a rich meal to the table.

Shout: "Dad, Mom, it's time to eat!"

Yes! "

Mom and dad tasted it and said, "

It is delicious. Our son will

After cooking, you don't have to cook anymore.

I'm worried, haha! "

Sweeter than eating honey.

Through this cooking, I know

Do it yourself and learn.

Help parents do something to lighten their burden.

Burden.

My story

My story is Dawn, Shenshen.

My old waist, it's time to get up. what

Sound? It turned out that the owner came and took it away.

Gee, that arrogant guy,

Round the earth in 80 days. burritos

It is the master's treasure now, and I can't put it down.

Hands. The original me, that is also glorious.

According to people. I will be there.

My story

My story, the sky after the rain

Rainbow, with red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

Seven colors of light, there are also individual.

Dark smell, but as long as these faces

Color together, you can

Into a gorgeous rainbow, just like ours.

Growth story. About 200 1 year.

At that time, it was my first time.

My story

You can leave the hospital, mom.

Seeing me alive and kicking, I smiled with relief.

... one after another, for a long time

Let go of the plot and I'll savor it.

... this ... my story, on me

In the story, I learned perseverance,

Know how to be optimistic … This will be my eternal love.

Precious copy

My story

I am a lively and lovely woman.

Children, curved eyebrows, watery.

Big eyes, small cherry mouth, shoulder-length

Although the hair is ugly, the hair

The same is true of me. my

There are so many stories that I can't refuse.

I can't finish it after that. Today, I

I'll talk to you!

My story

My story. People want to know me.

Do you know me? If you want,

Please close your eyes and listen to me gently.

A story! February 2 1992

On that day, the children's hospital came out.

A burst of crying, you go.

When you enter the delivery room, you will see one.

Lively, lively.

9. Willow composition Write willow in the first person.

I am a willow tree.

You may ask, "What's so strange about willow trees?"

Yes, I'm not surprised, but my hometown is barren, vast and desolate Qinghai Plateau.

Don't make a fuss about me. Let me tell you my story.

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I was born in a small mountain village, and my mother is a very beautiful weeping willow. She has elegant hair and a charming figure. At that time, like other brothers and sisters, I had snow-white fluff and was very cute. My brothers and sisters want to continue to sprout and grow in the small mountain village, but I am not reconciled. Am I destined to live here and drown in thousands of willows like I did in Qian Qian? So, Uncle Feng took me out of the small mountain village, flew over the mountains and rivers, crossed the clear rivers, and came to the land of Feng Shui-no, it was barren-Qinghai Plateau!

My heart suddenly became cold. But I can't give up, because this is the place I choose! I want to live hard. Since I'm here, I must grow up well, and my firm heart will never waver!

I just fell down here, and my kind stone mother advised me, "son, you should go home quickly." If you grow up here, you will only die. " "no!" I said, "Since I'm here, I'll never give up!" ""alas! You won't survive! " "I will! "So, I quietly in the hard land waiting for germination. But the next day, I was so thirsty that on the fifth day, I almost fainted. " Never give up! "I think. However, I feel that everything is blurred, and the only water left in my body is almost gone. " Hang in there! "A voice said to me. So, I finally germinated with tenacious perseverance. A few days after the bud appeared, I met with heavy snow, biting cold and snowflakes flying all over the sky, which made me shudder. I still say to myself, "Hang in there!" "In this way, I don't know how many times I have experienced snowstorms and droughts on the plateau. I finally grew up and became a magnificent scenery on the plateau.

"Strong self-confidence can make ordinary people achieve extraordinary careers. "This is your human Gorky. Therefore, you should remember, never give up, never give up, after the storm, the rainbow can finally come out!

10. The composition of historical figures (written in the first person) is more than 600 words. First, Cao Cao's suicide note Cao Pi, my son: Alas, the day of my father's death is not far away! I really can't bear to give up when the war at sea is still raging and the country is in full swing.

At that time, I was ambitious and wanted to save everyone in from the mire, unify China and build a great cause. Such a long-cherished wish will come to nothing today.

God? People? It's over now! Father died unsatisfied! People say: "The bird will die, and its song will be sad;" People are dying, and their words are very good. "My father has something urgent to tell you, so please remember! Jiazi year, the yellow turban insurrectionary chaos.

I stepped forward, brainstormed, joined hands with many people with lofty ideals, and Qi Xin worked together to behead the thief's head at a price of more than 10,000 yuan, and finally broke it, so I was able to enter the DPRK as an official. Later, I defeated Yuan Shu, punished Lu Bu, and took the post of Prime Minister, and established the Emperor to rule the world as a vassal.

Yuan Shao was afraid that our army was strong and led more than 400,000 troops to attack, which was decided by Guandu. At that time, our soldiers were outnumbered and we had little food and grass, so the world was doomed to failure.

But I'm fearless. I'm glad that the counselor's kind words handled Shao skillfully from a long-term perspective. When Xu You "bowed down to Yuan Shao, Yuan Shao didn't listen to him and didn't follow his plan".

I'm glad that Qi Fang came to vote, so I might as well put on my shoes and go out to see him. Our army was wise and well-planned, cleverly robbed the nest, burned food and grass, and stopped retreating, leaving Shao no time to take care of each other from beginning to end, and finally won.

Since ancient times and today, we are all outnumbered, and the weak have defeated the strong. However, it is not fast for me to create this miracle! After that, I took Jizhou, captured Jingxiang, destroyed Liu Biao, supported millions of soldiers and thousands of generals, and swept the Central Plains. High-spirited, full of ambition, fighting in the south and fighting in the north, joining forces with Sun Liu in Chibi.

At this time, the northern territory has been set, and the princes will either die or surrender. The only people in the world who compete with me are Sun Quan and Liu Bei. However, the total number of its teams is only 50,000. I think Sun Liu will be defeated and national reunification is just around the corner, so I am arrogant and blindly confident.

And credulous mediocre man Jiang Gan's words, mistakenly in Pang Tong serial machinations, refused to accept the advice of other counselors, was hurt by Zhou Yu's children, Zhuge Village fell, burning warships, and more than 800,000 troops burst into flames in an instant. Isn't it sad! I left my helmet and armor behind and fled in panic, almost cornered. After losing Huarong, he almost died, leaving a laughing stock.

This is a great shame, I have no teeth to forget it! After returning to Korea, I thought it over and over again, only to know that it is a great disaster to be headstrong, credulous and partial, and refuse to remonstrate. My son Cao Pi has been a father in the world for more than 30 years, and the heroes have gradually disappeared. Only Sun Quan and Liu Bei have not been wiped out, and the rest are nothing to worry about. I'm sorry about that now.

I hope you can inherit the unfinished business. You should learn from your father's lesson, don't be conceited and self-righteous, don't be loyal and treacherous, and don't be credulous and listen to your father's mistakes.

Remember your last words. Encourage it! Encourage it! Father's words In the winter of the twenty-fourth year of Jian 'an, Kong Ming confessed that winter had arrived, and it was windy and dark in Nanyang.

Pushing open the wooden window, the outside world has long been wrapped in silver: mountains are like jade clusters, and forests are like powder. Last time I went to Liu Huangshu, it was a pity that I went to the countryside with my friends.

I just heard the boy tell the reason, which makes people regret it. Why is it so unfortunate? Why did my friends and I just go out to play poetry that day? Why can't I see Liu Huangshu because of the heavy snow today? Since the crime of Dong Zhuo, there have been many heroes in the world.

Although Cao Cao claimed to be the Han Dynasty, he really had the heart of a tiger and a wolf. Destroy Lu Bu, win Zhang Xiu, sweep Yuan Shu and destroy Yuan Shao. Although he played the card of "meritocracy", he did a very unfair thing and could not be effective. Although Xuande once sold grass cloves, he had a heart of benevolence and righteousness.

He made great contributions to the suppression of the Yellow Scarf Army. Destroying Yuan Shu is exactly what it did. Besides, it was orthodox in the Han Dynasty, with the help of two brothers, Zhang Er.

If I don't work, where can I talk about a man's grand plan? Aren't scholars like me pedants? "Sir, the snow has stopped!" While he was thinking, the boy shouted outside. Before it's too late, I quickly put on a black silk scarf, put on a crane, boarded a carriage that had already been prepared, and embarked on a journey with a map of 54 States in Xichuan, which was more promising for me ... in a hurry for decades, with a flick of my finger.

Liu has passed away, but he entrusted such an undeserving son to me. This Liu Chan is so stupid: I'm the one who runs away from state affairs, and I only know how to have fun. At this rate, Shu will die.

"If the heir can add, then add; If he is incompetent, you can be the master of Chengdu. " My last words, blood and tears, how can I be negative! But this can't hold Liu Adou back ... Alas! "If he is incompetent, you can be the master of Chengdu."

The words of my late master echoed in my ears again. Yes! I am ten times more talented than xelloss and one hundred times more prestigious than Liu Chan. I am not the master of Chengdu! I believe that Liu Chan, the black sheep of the family, will be swept out of the house, and I will be the master of Shu and rule the whole country! Things didn't work out, and it was so difficult to attack Wei. I just misjudged the people at the critical moment, and let the armchair Ma Su guard the extremely important street kiosks.

Now that the street pavilion is lost, we have to retreat. Fortunately, a generation of Shu masters, I am resourceful and have been ordered to be ready, and the generals have been ordered to leave and wait for good news.

Suddenly, more than ten times, the flying horse came to report: "Sima Yi led an army of 65,438+500,000, swarming in!" At this moment, I was shocked. Looking around, there are only a group of panicked civil servants and an army of 2,500 people.

When climbing the tower, sandstorm-like dust filled the whole world, and the sound of iron hoofs galloped like muffled thunder bursts. Taiwei was killed in two ways. The first way was Sima Yi, whom I despised.

It's over. How can these 2,500 soldiers and this isolated city resist the powerful charge of 65,438+500,000 soldiers? I collapsed to the ground, only to feel the city gate shaking, the wall shaking, followed by a cry of murder, my eyes blurred.

Helpless, desperate, regretful and heartbroken, I only feel that everything in the past is like a dream, but what ended it was a bottomless nightmare ... With the intercession of many veteran ministers, Cao Pi released me and announced the ban: eternal life is not allowed to enter Luoyang City. At this time, I was alone and had to go back to my former residence-Nanyang Cao Lu.

It is winter again. Nanyang is far less cold than Luoyang.

But the fields cultivated decades ago have long been deserted, and the boys have disappeared. Gently pushing Chai Fei away, I seem to smell the sunshine in the hay.

When I walked to the middle gate, the familiar and unfamiliar handwriting came into view: "indifferent to Zhi Ming, quiet and far away." I have carefully studied this firm calligraphy.

The scenes of fledgling, self-reliance and defeat of Xicheng emerged in front of us. Suddenly, a heartfelt release made me laugh happily.

Because I'm not the one who plows Nanyang, okay.