My family built a 600-word house.

Everyone's style and personality are different, so the style and appearance of the room are different. My little room is my little world.

There is a door in the east, which is dark green. As soon as you enter the door, it's like entering a fairy tale world. On the snow-white wall and sky-blue ceiling, there is a beautiful chandelier, which is on all day. The khaki floor gives people a feeling of blue sky overhead and stepping on the earth.

There is a wardrobe in the west, which is divided into upper and lower floors. The clothes I wear in summer and winter are on the top, and my coat and trousers are on the bottom. The bookshelf is on the left. There are two boxes full of shoes. When the weather is warm, I will take them out to dry.

There is an exquisite writing desk in the south. There is a desk lamp, a frog-shaped alarm clock, a lavender desk lamp, a pen container and some school stationery on it. I study here every day after school There is a big bookshelf under the desk, and there are some extracurricular books on it, such as Andersen's fairy tales, Grimm's fairy tales, world miracles, world mysteries ... There is a window on the desk, and every morning, bright sunshine will penetrate into my small room, and the whole room looks particularly bright under the reflection of the wall; At night, when I am tired of studying, I can look up and see the stars and the moon in the sky. The curtains are made of paper cranes. The curtain has five lines, and each line has ten paper cranes. These paper cranes are all carefully made by me. On the right side of the desk, there is a computer with a lot of knowledge. Can be said to be my good helper. Whenever I have a question, I ask it.

There is a bed in the north, which is very comfortable to sleep on. There is a cupboard on the left side of the bed with a cup and a kettle on it. If you are thirsty at night, you can pour water. On the right side of the bed, I will put a pot of wintersweet. Its fearless, unyielding, unknown and selfless spirit will always inspire me to make continuous progress.

Although the small room is not big, it is full of vigor and vitality. It brings me endless fun every day. I like my little room.

Life is like building a house. Time is like a migratory bird flying to the south in a hurry, and it passes in a blink of an eye.

The only difference is that it won't come back.

In a trance, I feel that I am still the girl who just entered school yesterday and knows nothing. When I woke up, I found myself about to enter high school.

What kind of feeling is this? Probably the so-called growing up, I think.

When I was a child, I always looked forward to my future boarding school life.

However, at this time, I am a little worried.

Will my roommate crowd me out? Will the dormitory be uncomfortable? Are you not used to leaving your parents? A series of troubles bombarded my head one after another.

But my mother said there would be a way, not to mention trouble. Maybe I will fall in love with this life.

Until I walked into this high school myself-to be honest, this school is not beautiful, but it gives people a strong affinity.

I stood at the spacious gate, looking at those green buildings, silently and bitterly saying to myself: This is the high school I want to study and the boarding life I want to live! It seems that those warm longings came back at once.

I don't think I have to have many friends; But we must have a few closest friends, so that we can share our things in bright afternoons or hard nights.

One day I lost my sense of direction in this uniform teaching building, and these friends ran out anxiously to find me. As a result, I found myself sitting leisurely in the corridor, looking through the latest issue of the most novel, and dragged me back to the classroom in a rage.

This is a bit unrealistic, but isn't it great? -At least none of us will ... Time flies like migratory birds flying to the south.

The only difference is that it won't come back.

In a trance, I feel that I am still the girl who just entered school yesterday and knows nothing. When I woke up, I found myself about to enter high school.

What kind of feeling is this? Probably the so-called growing up, I think.

When I was a child, I always looked forward to my future boarding school life.

However, at this time, I am a little worried.

Will my roommate crowd me out? Will the dormitory be uncomfortable? Are you not used to leaving your parents? A series of troubles bombarded my head one after another.

But my mother said there would be a way, not to mention trouble. Maybe I will fall in love with this life.

Until I walked into this high school myself-to be honest, this school is not beautiful, but it gives people a strong affinity.

I stood at the spacious gate, looking at those green buildings, silently and bitterly saying to myself: This is the high school I want to study and the boarding life I want to live! It seems that those warm longings came back at once.

I don't think I have to have many friends; But we must have a few closest friends, so that we can share our things in bright afternoons or hard nights.

One day I lost my sense of direction in this uniform teaching building, and these friends ran out anxiously to find me. As a result, I found myself sitting leisurely in the corridor, looking through the latest issue of the most novel, and dragged me back to the classroom in a rage.

This is a bit unrealistic, but isn't it great? -At least we won't forget to have such friends, drinking orange juice from the canteen and singing our songs tirelessly.

More than once, I imagined what a high school teacher would be like-just like when I was in primary school and junior high school.

My teacher will be a white-haired old man, a beautiful young female teacher, an amiable middle-aged Mediterranean man, or a well-dressed and unsmiling female coach ... Anyway, I have thought of everything I can think of, but I just can't figure out why.

But none of this seems to matter. The important thing is that they must be knowledgeable and love their students.

I think I will grow up under their guidance and eventually become independent.

Then listen to the teacher tell others that their students are so so ... My ideal high school life doesn't need to be vigorous, but it must not be dull as water.

It's like cotton candy on a Sunday afternoon. You can taste it from time to time. It has a sweet fragrance.

But it must not be like a cup of saturated sugar water, which hurts your throat after swallowing a few mouthfuls.

As long as some fragments, like the slogan at the entrance of the canteen, are impressive and indelible.

Slight trembling in the chest somewhere, but it doesn't matter.

Growth is a balance between longing and nostalgia. When it falls, youth is the warmest bed and the most gorgeous clothes of life.

This is what I wrote in my seventh year in Viola.

As she said, one day in the future, when memories flood again, I will see the simplest but most gorgeous youth in my life-it is not a black-and-white silent film, but a colorful spiritual feast.

This is my ideal high school life.

At least I think so.

Little Bear Building a House Composition 100 Word Little Bear building a house has experienced a snowy winter, and we have ushered in a warm spring.

Little bear and father bear stretched, rubbed their eyes, sneezed, and stood up.

Father Bear said to Little Bear, "Let's build a wooden house!" " The bear said, "Great! All right! Let's go to the jungle now! "Little Bear and Papa Bear came to the dense forest. Papa bear chose a strong tree and Papa bear began to cut it down. The little tree said, "don't cut me, don't cut me, I will bring you fresh air." "

Bear said, "I won't cut you."

"Papa Bear chose another tall and big tree, and Papa Bear is going to cut it down. The bird in the tree said, "don't chop down our home, chop down our home, and we will have no place to live."

"Papa Bear and Little Bear went home empty-handed. Although they didn't cut down trees, they were also very happy.

In order to protect flowers and trees.

In yesterday's art class, our task was to build a paper house and build a house composition with some materials such as paper boxes, scissors, foam double-sided tape and rope.

First, our art teacher, Miss Chen, divided our class into two groups.

The first group is the first group and the second group.

The second group is the third group and the fourth group.

I'm in the second largest group.

Then, our art teacher, Mr. Chen, took us downstairs to the hall and began to make cartons.

We found a place and immediately divided the work and built a paper house.

I picked up a small box (with a transparent plastic film on it).

No sooner had I finished than my opinion was immediately adopted.

And Weng Chen Yan! He devoted himself to cutting doors and windows for this house! Huang and Liu provide some materials: foam double-sided tape, scissors, rope &; & There is an entry, the composition of the first grade of primary school, "Building a House Composition".

Just take this opportunity to see what happened to the chimney of the house they made in Zhang Kaiyuan. They are also very serious and devoted.

However, it is a great pity that not everyone in our class participated in the construction of paper houses, otherwise our houses would be more beautiful and attractive.

People involved in building paper houses must gain something! And I got happiness, and I got happiness when I cooperated with my classmates. When you build your own house, you will feel very happy! !

We are going to write a composition about the enlightenment of bricks to building houses. I don't understand what bricks have ... I am just an ordinary stepping stone, so to speak.

I have built countless magnificent buildings with many relatives and friends.

Although ordinary us are very small, the strength of thousands of us together is so strong.

Just because there is no gap between us ~ ~ ~ We are close to each other, we have absolute trust and understanding, and we don't care whether we are at my feet or at someone else's feet ~ ~ (original hehe)-a brick confession.

If I have no dream of building a house in my heart, even if I have everything in the world ... I have a beautiful little house, which is where I study, play the piano and sleep.

The furniture in my house is very neat.

The desk is connected with the bookshelf. The desk and piano lean neatly against the western wall. Above the piano is a small pink round clock with a long fluorescent lamp above it.

There is a door on the north wall leading to the dining room. There is a small whiteboard on the wall next to the door. There is a pen and a piece of paint on the whiteboard. Below the whiteboard is a small desk that I used when I was a child. Now, there are many handmade works on the small desk.

On the right side of the small table is a white and green wardrobe with a picture of a bear on it.

There is a small wooden bed near the wall in the east. It is 45 cm high, 200 cm long and 90 cm wide.

There is a big cloth picture on the top of the small bed, with a lovely little boy and a proud Dalmatian on it.

There is a big window in the south, and there is an air conditioner under the window.

This is my little room, my happy little world, and I like her very much.

Help write an essay of not less than 600 words, the topic is as follows: there is no dream of building a house, only bricks ... "Doing what you say wins" and "keeping what you say will do". All these words mean that if you want to achieve something, you need your own actions to achieve it. In life, many people have their own ideals. Others are fighting for their ideals in obscurity. I think if it weren't for Edison, we might still light candles at night. When he invented the electric light, he failed again and again, but he didn't give up, but insisted on the experiment. Then one day, he succeeded. He invented the first light bulb in the world. After that, we stopped lighting oil lamps at night. If Edison only had the idea of inventing the light bulb and didn't practice and experience it himself, I don't think he could succeed. Nike slogan: just do it! Indeed, sometimes we are close to success, and we must learn to open this door, and the key to open this door is our action. Only actions can prove everything, and only actions can lead to success. Maybe you didn't succeed in acting. But what is certain is that you can't succeed without action! As long as you pay and act seriously, people have no right to laugh at you as a fool who can't make ends meet, and you don't have to measure whether you are worth it by his yardstick. The momentum of the Yangtze River lies in that it has experienced hardships, roared through countless rapids and rapids, and rolled eastward; Without thorny grass and miscellaneous trees, there would be no forest full of trees: without hard work, there would be no success. Success needs action to achieve, and success begins with action, so let action accompany us.

In our life, everyone has his own home.

There are many kinds of houses: shabby, luxurious and ancient ... My home is not very luxurious, but it is warm to me.

My family lives in a building in an alley on Tonggang Road, Shanwei City.

That building is well decorated. There are two windows on the first floor, six floors on the first floor and a balcony on the sixth floor.

That building is made of bricks, cement and other building materials.

My home has three bedrooms, two halls and one bathroom, covering an area of 120 square meters.

When I came to my home, I saw the living room.

Some sofas are placed next to the gate, and some are placed on the right side of the gate, although they are not very luxurious.

Sitting on the sofa, you will see a wonderful and interesting LCD TV.

In front of the sofa, you will see the coffee table.

This is a table for guests.

The upper layer is glass, and there are two layers in a * * *.

You can try the tea my mother made for you.

Next to the sofa, you will see a table that is almost the same as the one used for entertaining guests.

It's not for entertaining guests, but for storing things.

There is a Chinese knot on the LCD TV to decorate the living room.

You will find several houses next to the living room. One is where my sister and I live, the other is where my parents live, and the other is where my grandmother used to live.

On the left of the gate is my dining room and kitchen.

The dining table is a little old, much like porcelain.

The kitchen is connected with the dining room.

There is a passage next to the dining table, which is the balcony and bathroom.

My room is actually not very big.

There are two beds inside.

My sister and I each have our favorite desk, because we can study there freely.

There is also a small balcony inside. In summer, we can sit there and enjoy the cool. When we are in a bad mood, we can look at the scenery there.

We used to have our laptop, but now it's gone. It is in my parents' room.

Dad is worried that we will affect our study.

And our bookcase. There are two bookshelves, which are made of wood.

And the wardrobe.

There is also a small TV in it, so you can have fun in your spare time.

The walls of my house are white, and there are no exquisite carvings.

Although my home is not very beautiful, it is warm.

Let's share anything, let's share unhappy things.

Have the care, love and love of mom and dad, play with my sister and quarrel together.

Chatting with my sister.

Going out to church with my grandmother … I don't care how luxurious my home is. I just want my family to be happy, safe, warm and sweet together, so I am satisfied …

Building a house homework help, the third grade primary school [Building a house] Building a house Text: Building a house Zhang Anke of Class 6, Grade 3, No.17 Primary School, Maoming City, and a group of lovely animals live in the depths of dense forests to build a house. I don't know why, this big forest has become popular for building houses, including kittens, mice and ants! Look, how exquisite and special their house is! The kitten built a beautiful little stool house, the mouse built a round pumpkin house, and the little ant? The house built is the most interesting. It is a small and exquisite sock house. Lily is a lovely white rabbit. When she saw that they built a new house, she was envious, so she made up her mind to tear down the old house and build a brand-new big house. What can she use to build a house? Lily, the white rabbit, put a big question mark in her heart. She went out of the house and looked around. She looked at the bamboo, but there was no bamboo. It doesn't even dare to look at the chair. What do you need? He thought hard for a long time, but he still couldn't make up his mind. So he had to go home depressed and prepare to continue looking for it the next day. At night, naughty stars twinkle, and Mother Moon travels all over the earth, bringing light to every corner. Lily, the white rabbit, was lying in bed, thinking about building a house, and then her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she fell asleep unconsciously. Dream on. It said to Lily, the white rabbit, "Tomorrow, you will go to the vegetable field, and I will give you a surprise." Then she smiled mysteriously and disappeared. The next day, Lily remembered the dream and told her neighbor Uncle Huang Niu in detail. Uncle scalper said, "Good boy, go to the vegetable field and have a look. Maybe there will be surprises." So Lily came to the vegetable field. I thought: Let's build a house with radishes. At this time, Lili's friends offered to help build the house. Soon, a radish house was built. Looking at the radish house, Lili was elated. Every day, Lili plays in the big forest. At night, she goes back to the radish house. Lili lies in bed dreaming one dream after another. Instructor: Ke Yanmei Comments: This article is one. I want to build a new house by myself. After several efforts, I finally built a beautiful and solid house, which shows that we must persevere in everything, imagine and use vivid language reasonably.

Wang Jiaojiao, the Fifth Primary School of Haimen Experimental School, Haimen City, Jiangsu Province (1), built a house for herself, made a beautiful cartoon on the roof, paved the steps for her beloved books, picked a star from the curved crescent moon, built a house for herself, looked up at the roof, swept away troubles, and told the moon and stars that building a house for herself was wider than night and longer than day, and its area was the freedom of the whole soul. Instructor: Zhang Cuiqin [Recommended to Friends] [Show Print]

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