So that's it. High school composition

So that's it. (1)

I walked in the fruit section of the supermarket and found the sweet potato that I've been wanting to eat for several days. Looking up at the price, ah, how expensive! Look at the label again: yacon. Is there a mistake? I've only heard of saussurea involucrata, but I haven't heard of yacon. Strange!

As luck would have it, a few days later my mother's classmates sent me a box of "sweet potatoes", saying that they were peeled and eaten directly. I remembered the "yacon" I saw in the supermarket that day.

Grandma steamed the "sweet potato" early in the morning, but I found that it was hard and hard, and it was milky white inside after peeling, unlike the usual golden sweet potato. Take a bite, it's sweet and tastes like a white radish.

Mother cut it raw for us as fruit after dinner. Well, it tastes crisp and tender, and it tastes sweet and refreshing. Delicious, fruity, no wonder it is sold in the fruit section.

but what is this thing? I went online to search for "yacon", and there really is! That's it. Look at that picture: it's long, purple or khaki, and its appearance really looks inseparable from sweet potato! Look, this yacon is also rich in minerals and calcium, magnesium, iron, zinc and so on. Look at the following: yacon soup, yacon meat and bone soup, yacon chicken soup ... My mouth is watering, so there will be a big meal tomorrow night!

Oh, I see. The fruit that looks like a sweet potato is "yacon". It seems that the shop assistant in that supermarket has made no mistake.

So that's it. (2)

Today, the weather is sunny and there are beautiful scenery everywhere. There are eight light tubes in the bright teacher's room. The invigilator is boring to invigilate, and the candidates are nervously taking exams ...

"Sasha Vujacic ..." I began to fight for my composition with confidence. The topic of this composition is "So that's it", and I want to write a narrative. I was inspired when I saw this topic. Didn't the incident from last night to this morning just fit this composition topic? So, I started my "true emotional composition".

The main content of the composition is as follows:

In order to do well in the final exam, I was desperately reviewing at home. Just when I was upset by reciting and doing problems, my mother suddenly asked me to sweep the floor. Oh, my god I have an exam tomorrow, and I have to sweep the floor? However, I know my mother's stubborn character, so I still swept the floor. When I reviewed for half an hour, my mother's cry rang again. This time, she told me to hang clothes, so I had to do it with complaints ... When I was sleeping, my mother told me to get up and make breakfast by myself tomorrow morning. I'm so depressed and wronged. How come my classmates' parents are so good, thinking about my mother is sometimes so annoying and fierce. Thinking about it, I found that my eyes were already wet ... This morning, while it was still dark, I vaguely heard the noise in the kitchen, so I put on my slippers and walked towards it. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother cooking breakfast for me, and I showed my surprised eyes. When my mother saw me, she immediately smiled and said, "I just want to find something to sober you up." Finally, I couldn't bear it, so I got up to help you make breakfast. Come and eat while it's hot. " He brought me a delicious breakfast. At this time, my eyes were blurred, so it turned out that I had been wrong about my mother, and I kept saying in my heart, "I'm sorry, mom!" I'm sorry ... "Finally, I wrote my feelings in a paragraph, named the center and highlighted the theme.

I think I will get high marks in this composition because there are "true feelings" often mentioned by teachers, as well as repeated questions to highlight the theme. But the result was unsatisfactory. The teacher said that my story was too old-fashioned. Although it seemed to have true feelings, it was obviously false.

My deskmate got the highest score in this exam composition. She also writes a story, but her story is novel and seems to be in line with reality. But she told me that she made that story up ...

Oh, my God! What happened to me just now was told by the teacher that it was so fake that it was not realistic; The story made up at the same table is very authentic and innovative. This gave me the feeling that there was no justice. Later, I thought about it for a night, so that's it-the composition of the exam doesn't have to be really sincere, just to make the teacher feel very sincere; What composition will make the teacher feel true? It turned out that it was a novel composition that the teacher had never read. It turned out that the composition that the teacher felt cool after reading was a good composition.

So that's it-the teacher's place, listen to the teacher ...

So that's it. (3)

The second class in the afternoon is science and technology. After only ten minutes, my classmates in the back row couldn't sit still and asked for freedom. Suddenly, Teacher Zhang agreed and allowed students in the first to third rows to play on the playground.

instead of going out to play, I buried myself in writing the sci-fi composition assigned by the class teacher. I twisted my sore neck and looked out of the classroom. At that moment, I was shocked. What a horrible and vague scene it was! Male student Zhu Xianchen stood at the door of the classroom, his hands tightly covering his forehead. Blood kept spilling from his fingers, and his forehead was dyed red. Zhu Xianchen stood at a loss, his body trembling slightly. After only a short stay, he left the classroom door and went elsewhere.

my heart beat nervously, and I immediately thought, something bad is going on!

The students laughing in the classroom suddenly took back their smiles and asked each other what was going on. Of course I don't know. I'm used to speculating from my head melon seeds that I just returned to reality from science fiction wonderland-either being bullied by a strong man or being crazy and hitting something blunt ... Well, there should be another possibility-he accidentally fell down by himself. Based on my understanding of this quiet classmate, I dare to conclude that nine times out of ten his injuries were caused by his careless wrestling.

in the third class, the class teacher strode into the classroom, holding the textbook. She tightened her face and locked her brow. We turned our eyes nervously to the class teacher, afraid to be silent.

after a while, the head teacher spoke: "I want to ask, do you know about Zhu Xianchen's bleeding?" She refused to let us answer, and continued to say in an angry tone, "I learned about this last class." How many times have I told you, pay attention to safety, and don't fight or run wildly when going up and down the stairs. You all go in one ear and out the other! Great, Zhu Xianchen's forehead fell and bled. He should bear more than half of the responsibility himself! " The more we listen, the more nervous we become.

The head teacher paused, and (m.taiks.com) raised his voice by eight degrees: "This is not only a bloody lesson for Zhu Xianchen, but also a lesson for you! If you fall like Zhu Xianchen, you can wrap gauze and rub medicine lightly; In the worst case, the needle is stitched, leaving a clear scar. Do you think I'm joking when I talk about safety? It is by no means a joke, safety is very important! " She put the word "very" very seriously.

The grim-faced class teacher ordered the witness He Biyan to tell the story of Zhu Xianchen's wrestling.

He Biyan was obviously frightened by the head teacher who was angry. Two of the three words she said at the beginning were wrong. The basic situation she said is this: when most students went out of the classroom to play on the playground, Zhu Xianchen's mouth was full of mineral water, and he spit it in the corridor at will. Then, get ready to run towards the stairs. In an unguarded moment, Zhu Xianchen stepped on the beach he spit out and fell heavily.

the truth finally came out.

The head teacher was embarrassed and said to himself, "So that's it, that's it. Hi! Why can't I just get angry ... "

I silently told myself how bad directional thinking is. How can I look at what I am used to with my accustomed eyes without making mistakes? I must be careful not to be taken in by "habit"!