Write a 450-word composition, with excellent grade five.

1. Write a 450-word composition, excellent first grade.

Childhood is the morning light, the little star at night, and the seedling on the ridge. There are countless laughter and laughter in colorful childhood life, and there have been many childish and ridiculous stories. I remember it was noon in summer, and I was still in the second grade. At that time, I was sitting alone at the small round table in the yard drinking. He kept pouring wine into the cup, and the wine overflowed from it because he poured it too hard. At this time, grandpa actually bent down and put his mouth on the table. With a squeak, he sucked the wine from the table into his mouth, sucking it and licking his mouth and saying, "What a delicious wine!" "

At that time, I accidentally saw grandpa's every move when he was drinking, and I couldn't help swallowing, thinking: wine must be better than milk, better than hamburger. In my memory, I once asked my grandfather, "Is the wine really good?" While swallowing saliva, grandpa seemed to say with endless aftertaste, "Needless to say, wine is the water in the river, and it will make you wise after drinking it." In ancient times, there was a great poet, Li Bai, who was called Brewmaster. After drinking an altar of wine, he can write a hundred poems ... "This wine is really great. After listening, I began to be full of yearning.

At this time, a dish of small dishes on the dining table, I do not know when it has been eaten by grandpa, he stood up again and went into the kitchen to get the dining tables. I took the opportunity to rush to the small table in the yard, gulped down the cup and smacked my lips. I just feel hot and bitter in my mouth, but I can't taste the delicious food grandpa said. At this moment, my grandfather came out with a plate of peanuts. I saw him reach for peanuts and put them in his mouth. He picked up his glass and just wanted to drink it. Suddenly, he found the cup empty. He immediately picked up the bottle and complained to himself while pouring the wine: "I am really old and confused." How can I want to drink before the wine is poured? " I heard it from the side. I almost laughed. The original half bottle of wine was quickly consumed.

2. Write a 450-word composition and 2 excellent fifth-grade articles.

Under the influence of a good family style, I am growing healthily and vigorously. My body has been deeply branded with the imprint of family style: filial piety to the elders, thrift, honesty and trustworthiness, helpfulness and so on. I want to praise my good mother. Once, my 80-year-old grandfather accidentally fell and stayed in the hospital for three weeks, but it still didn't work. He clamored to go home, but we couldn't beat him and took him home. In order to reduce the burden on grandparents, mother offered not to go to work and take care of Taigong at home. Mother takes good care of Taigong every morning. Feed him three meals a day, wash his face and feet. You know, my mother is a neat freak! One day, my mother put a pot of hot water in front of Taigong's bed and opened Taigong's quilt. Suddenly, an unpleasant smell came to my nose, and I immediately dodged. Mother said to me; "Min Min, come on, help mother help Taigong get up. I want to wash Taigong's feet." I have to cover my nose with one hand and help with the other. Mother patiently and meticulously washed Taigong's feet, dried them with a dry towel, and then carefully trimmed the uneven nails with nail clippers, asking from time to time, "Grandpa, does it hurt?" Let me know if it hurts. "It's hard to see my mother squatting and cutting, so I brought a small stool and let my mother sit and cut. My mother smiled and said, "Well, my little girl is sensible!" " "After listening to my mother's praise, I also involuntarily became my mother's little assistant, holding the squire for a while and knocking on his back for a while. I found a smile on his face.

From that day on, I also took care of Taigong like my mother, brought him tea and meals, told him stories and jokes, and made Taigong happy. Under our careful care, Taigong's illness finally recovered.

I learned filial piety and helpfulness from my mother, thrift from my grandparents and honesty and trustworthiness from my father. These good family styles accompany me to grow up healthily!

3. Write a 450-word composition, the third in the excellent fifth grade.

There are many things that move me in the world, but I am not moved by a beautiful dress, by superior living conditions, by money, by beautiful appearance, but by a little truth. It is clear, without a trace of dust; He is kind, without any falsehood; He is very pure, without any selfishness ... My mother is a middle school Chinese teacher, and from her, I can't seem to feel the kindness given by ordinary mothers. In my childhood memory, my mother was often away from home. She either went to the meeting or went to study. I still remember that night last year, the wind was cold and it was snowing. I don't know what happened. I tossed and turned in bed, but I couldn't sleep. I just feel headache and fever, and my leg hurts. I feel terrible. I can't help whispering to my mother. I saw you running to my side quickly, asking anxiously and touching my forehead with your hand. "It's too hot." You quickly bring a thermometer to take my temperature, and then quickly put a towel on my forehead to cool down. Five minutes later, when I took my temperature, I had a high fever. Without saying anything, you held me in your arms, gave me an umbrella, comforted me all the time and ran on the way to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me an injection and took some medicine. I slept, and the fever slowly subsided. I opened my eyes and found my mother sitting next to me. The snow on my mother was still wet. I lay in bed, groaning. You don't care about patting the snow, so you always comfort me. I am very touched. After the injection, you should carry me home quickly. Reluctant to let me go.

Mom, I thank you very much. Mom, I have so much to say in my heart that I'm afraid I can't finish it for three days and nights. I'd rather say: thank you, mom.

4. Write a 450-word composition, the fourth excellent fifth grade.

I was always so curious and good at association in my childhood that I left a lot of childish and interesting things in my childhood. I remember that my grandmother loved raising chickens at that time. She loved chickens as a treasure. She won't let us touch them. If we touch them, we will say that our hands are hot, and touching chickens will make us angry. Before going out, she always arranged the chicken properly and never asked us to watch it for her. Grandma is ok. Buying some ducks in it makes the henhouse more lively.

Once, my grandmother hurried out and reluctantly left me the chicken. I am glad to accept this task.

I didn't dare to touch them at first, but then I gradually teased them.

I ordered them to line up and throw them into the basin because they were disobedient. Soon, two ducklings were thrown into the basin because they were disobedient, but they swam in the basin. Watching them swim reminds me that chickens and ducks look almost the same, and their swimming skills must be equal. So I put the chicken in the basin, but it flopped in the water a few times and it was not good. I quickly fished them out and observed them carefully. I found that ducklings had flippers, but chickens didn't. I whimsically put a small piece of wood between the chicken's feet and tied it with a rope. I put it in the water again, and the chicken fluttered in the water a few times and died. I'm just wondering why this is happening. I just feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. When grandma comes back, the consequences will be unimaginable. ...

I still can't help laughing when I think about it now.

5. Write a 450-word composition, with excellent Grade 5.

Today, my father bought me a skateboard. I jumped three feet and immediately went out with my skateboard. I put on the protective gear for skating first, and then put the skateboard on a flat road, with my left foot stepping on the front end of the skateboard and my right foot pushing back. After a few more steps, the skateboard began to move forward and the speed began to accelerate. When it reaches a certain speed, I lift my right foot and gently step on the slightly inclined end of the skateboard to control the direction or brake.

The next step is to practice how to control the direction. Some people say that the most important thing in skateboarding is to control the direction so that you can skate well. I must work hard and lay a good foundation in this exercise. Keep a relatively fast speed, step on the cocked tail with your right foot a little, then lean to the right quickly and turn the skateboard to the right; Tilt it to the left a little more, and the skateboard will turn left again, shaking left and right alternately.

That's it. I'm excited. I leaned hard to the right and made a 90-degree turn. I thought the skateboard could go forward, but it stopped. Because of inertia, my body rushed forward, my center of gravity was not urgent, and I almost fell down. It seems that you can't turn too fast, otherwise you won't turn, but stop. I accelerated again. When I was seven or eight meters away from the corner, I began to adjust my direction slowly. When I reached the corner, I was fine, just a little tilted.

Playing skateboarding not only makes me happy, but also makes me understand a truth: you can't rush everything, otherwise it will only be counterproductive.