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1. One-time composition micro-lesson for the fifth grade of primary school

My name is Xiaobaishu, and Xiaobaishu is me. I grew up in the dense Berlin, with the breeze blowing, dancing with my brothers and sisters, and living a free and happy life all day long.

One day, our

owner dug us out of the garden and took us to the town. Soon, a younger brother and I were sold to a comrade in uniform, who took us both to a school. He gave me two soft beds on both sides of a podium, and we began to live in such an environment. This new family is really lively. I saw many children jumping, dancing and singing all day long. Every day after school, hundreds of smiling children looked at me as if to say hello to me. Sometimes they watered the water for us both. At this time, I also started my work, inhaling the carbonic acid gas they exhaled, turning it into oxygen and exhaling it to provide people with fresh air. In this way, I also Many new branches and leaves have grown.

One day, something unfortunate suddenly happened. Several classmates walked by me and broke my new branches and tore off my leaves! As a result, I gradually withered and turned yellow. Looking at my little brother beside me, he was still green and growing. I was very angry.

Not long after

Not long after, several respectable teachers saw my illness and came to me to diagnose it. At this time, I wanted to accuse these bad teachers. Children, I shook my body a few times, and the teachers seemed to know what I was thinking. When school was over, the teacher pointed at me and said to the classmates: "Students, we need to know its future use. It is the main material in the construction of the motherland. We must protect it and cultivate it, and we should not damage it. ······

Since then, no one has cut off my branches and leaves, and they have watered and fertilized me. My disease has gradually improved, and I am now back to health.

Because I suffered from this incident and almost died, I think of many of my brothers and sisters, as well as my relatives and friends, who may also have been harmed by a few children.

On behalf of the flower and tree community, I now offer my opinions to these children. At the same time, on behalf of the flower and tree community, I would like to express my gratitude to most of the students who have nurtured us and irrigated us! ! ! 2. The most rewarding micro-class for essay writing

An unforgettable class

As a student, it is inevitable to attend classes every day. Over time, no matter how good the class is, it cannot attract me anymore. .However, this time, I was really attracted, very deeply attracted...

This day was so ordinary that no one could notice the difference. After class, I was still talking to The classmates in the class were joking, but after class, I became a tearful person!

The teacher stood on top with a serious face and said: "Today we are going to play a game. Ask the students to write down the five people you love most in the world on paper. You must think clearly before writing." Smiling. It froze in my face, I remembered having this game but never thought I would be playing one in the classroom! My pen became heavier and I didn't dare to write. I was afraid of making mistakes. After staring blankly for a minute, I wrote: Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, Sister! I don’t understand why I write like this. There is an impulse that makes me unable to stop writing. I know that it is a warm current of family affection.

“Cross out one of the five people you wrote below! "I was stunned again, but I pursed my lips and crossed out my sister! Although my sister and I are related by blood, after all, we will only lose one playmate. I also know that once I leave, I can never look back. What I will lose will be happiness and happiness, and what I will receive will be loneliness! "Cross out one more person below." I didn't want to do it, but this was the rule of the game. I made up my mind and crossed out Grandpa. At that moment, it felt like the sky had stepped down, so unbalanced! Tears began to well up in my eyes, and I knew that the teacher would ask us to row out the third person. Sure enough, the teacher gave us orders. I crossed out my grandma, and I was speechless for a long time. Maybe silence is better than words! What happened next was a bit unexpected for me. The teacher asked us to cross out everyone. Although this was a game, I felt my heart bleeding when I crossed out. The blood that flowed out seemed to cover my life. I feel that I am so afraid of death! At that moment, I felt lonely and helpless...

The teacher asked us to give this class a name. What I thought of was "I am the only one left in the world", and the feelings I wrote were not only like poems, It’s more like a song. If I had the talent of composing, I would definitely compose it...

"Dingling-" After class, the teacher said something very plain: "Feeling the Family Class" That’s it, get out of class is over!” My mind went blank, leaving only the word “family” lingering in my mind... 3. Inspirational composition of a micro class

Mr. Cao Lianjun is in our sixth grade. math teacher at the time.

He is a very personal person with unique teaching methods and often unexpected actions. Today, in math class, Teacher Cao talked a few words and asked us to make a small paper in five minutes.

Everyone was shocked after hearing this. When I lowered my curls, I took a look: there were two calculation questions and three very difficult application questions.

Start answering the questions. I thought to myself: Five minutes, five minutes to write a small paper that is not big, is unrealistic... So I picked up the pen without thinking about it, and started answering questions quickly.

Suddenly a roadblock appeared in front of me. I was stopped by a roadblock.

I thought hard about this question but couldn't figure it out. Not only the teacher said: "Stop writing."

The teacher asked again: "How many people have finished?" I saw that three or four people raised their hands. I thought to myself: Oh my God, what’s going on? …Are they child prodigies? "Said: "Who has read all the questions carefully? "Some people laughed.

I still couldn't figure it out. When I saw the last question on the paper, it was: If you have read the seven questions, just write your name. , can you just wait for the paper to be collected?

Ah! I regret that I didn’t read the questions carefully! This lesson gave me a deep inspiration - that’s it. You must review the questions carefully.

4. One-time composition micro-lesson for the fifth grade of primary school

My name is Xiao Baishu, and Xiao Baishu is me. I grew up in the dense Berlin, with the breeze blowing, dancing with my brothers and sisters, and living a free and happy life all day long.

One day, our

owner dug us out of the garden and took us to the town. Soon, a younger brother and I were sold to a comrade in uniform, who took us both to a school. He gave me two soft beds on both sides of a podium, and we began to live in such an environment. This new family is really lively. I saw many children jumping, dancing and singing all day long. Every day after school, hundreds of smiling children looked at me as if to say hello to me. Sometimes they watered the water for us both. At this time, I also started my work, inhaling the carbonic acid gas they exhaled, and exhaling it into oxygen to provide people with fresh air. In this way, I also grew a lot of new branches. leaf.

One day, something unfortunate suddenly happened. Several classmates walked by me and broke my new branches and tore off my leaves! As a result, I gradually withered and turned yellow. Looking at my little brother beside me, he was still green and growing. I was very angry.

Not long after

Not long after, several respectable teachers saw my illness and came to me to diagnose it. At this time, I wanted to accuse these bad teachers. Children, I shook my body a few times, and the teachers seemed to know what I was thinking. When school was over, the teacher pointed at me and said to the classmates: "Students, we need to know its future use. It is the main material in the construction of the motherland. We must protect it and cultivate it, and we should not damage it. ······

Since then, no one has cut off my branches and leaves, and they have watered and fertilized me. My disease has gradually improved, and I am now back to health.

Because I suffered from this incident and almost died, I think of many of my brothers and sisters, as well as my relatives and friends, who may also have been harmed by a few children. I now represent the flower and tree community to express my opinions to these children. On behalf of the flower and tree class, I would like to express my gratitude to most of the students who have nurtured us and irrigated us! 5. How to write after-school pen practice in the second volume of Chinese language for the third grade of elementary school

The little animal I like is a dog. Xiao Huang is the nurse in my father's school. He has soft yellow hair and a pair of watery eyes, rolling around like two bright pearls.

At first, it didn’t recognize me. Once, my sister and I went to play in my father’s school. I had to protect him until he ran away. The next day, my father took me to school. Xiao Huang came running with his tail wagging. My father pointed at me and told him: He is one of us. You must recognize him and don’t bite him again, okay? ? It looked at me, wagged its tail, sniffed at my feet and walked away. This is how we got to know each other.

I gradually fell in love with this dog. He is very affectionate. Every time he sees my father, he will always run over and wrap around his feet and bark, as if to say: "Master, give me something to eat." Dad said: "I forgot, I didn't bring it for you." "It walked away unhappy. In fact, it was also very affectionate to me. Once, it ran up to me and asked for food, so I had to give it the chicken legs I just bought. It devoured it and whined in its mouth. Sound. I told it, eat slowly, don't choke. After it finished eating the chicken legs, I played with it. It ran like the wind, and I couldn't catch it. Finally, it was waiting for me on the lawn. Play.

It usually looks timid, but when it encounters strangers, it will scream and scare them away.

This is my favorite puppy. A lovable, conscientious puppy.

6. Write an essay based on the micro-lesson that the computer teacher taught me to write essays.

I still remember when I was in the third grade. At that time, villain books were very popular, and they came out one after another. What about "Oolong Yuan" , "Doraemon", "Pokémon"... I was naturally involved in the "book trend". Looking at those exaggerated comics and funny texts, needless to say, two words: beautiful! The adults objected to our watching, but we preferred to watch.

So we launched a protracted guerrilla war with the adults. An incident made me change my view. That day I was watching "Oolong Yuan", and suddenly a pair of eyes appeared in front of me. I looked up, ah, teacher! I'm done! But the teacher actually said: "Isn't it good? I have a book here to lend you to read!" I was stunned for a moment and said: "Okay."

After school, the teacher handed me a book. This book, "You should take a good look at it." I read the title, "How Steel Was Tempered." I was confused for a moment, so I took it home and read it.

I came home After flipping through it, I was immediately attracted to it. The "steel" of the protagonist Paul Chakokin is so strong and unbreakable.

I cried, laughed, and laughed with Paul. Joy, sadness together... When I closed the book, I couldn't help but have endless aftertaste, "Steel" I couldn't help but whisper. I also want to become steel, and I made a promise in the days to come. Here, I cut off "correspondence" with vulgar and childish villain books. I fell in love with those weighty books. Reading a famous book is to have a conversation with the people in the book. I read "Robinson Crusoe" "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer", Robinson told me to learn to be self-reliant. I read "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer", and Tom told me that "treasures" can only be found in adventures.

Books cannot be read casually. , reading more comics is useless. I thank the teacher for teaching me to read. 7. Inspirational composition from a micro class

With the development of science and technology, transportation is becoming more and more advanced. You want to know the future. What does the car look like? Let me introduce it to you.

The car of the future will be gorgeous, colorful and very eye-catching. The car tires of the future will be big and hard and will not puncture. It has a pair of wings that can fly when you are stuck in traffic, which is convenient and saves time. It also has a waterproof device, so you can dive into the water and enjoy the underwater creatures while driving. The car of the future does not need gasoline. It relies on solar energy to start the car and can also store solar energy. , it will release solar energy and drive as usual on rainy days. This kind of car can be folded. Just press the yellow button, and the car will fold up to the size of a mobile phone and put it in your pocket, so you don’t have to worry about finding a parking space.

One day in 2030, I was walking on the road and suddenly saw my old friend Brother Long looking around anxiously at the bus stop. I asked Brother Long: "Brother Long, why are you here? Brother Long said: "I've been waiting for a long time, but the bus hasn't come yet. I'm almost late for work!" "I took out the car from my pocket, pressed the blue button, and the car returned to its original state. I said: "Brother Long, get in the car! I'll drive you to work! "I quickly sent Brother Long to the Central Hospital to work. Brother Long said gratefully: "Thank you, brother." I said: "You're welcome, this is just a little effort." 8. Composition: The impact of micro-classes on us What kind of help is required for learning: 200 words to compare with class

The first article: "Only mother is good in the world." This lyrics has been sung for decades, and it accompanies every lovely child to grow up healthily. It reflects a mother's love for her children. In fact, not only mothers, but also fathers love their parents, especially when the situation is critical. It better reflects the love your parents have for you.

I also have parents like this, and the love they give me is endless. I remember one time, I caught a cold due to the unpredictable weather and had a high fever. It was about 41 degrees, and taking antipyretics was of no avail. My body temperature never came down. My parents were anxious and at a loss. They wanted to take me to the hospital for medical treatment, but I had to go to class and they were afraid of delaying my studies.

So, my father hurriedly went to each class teacher to call to ask for leave for me. I wanted to take me to the hospital, but I thought the hospital was very crowded and I had to wait in line for a long time before I could wear a saline belt. What should I do? So, my father took me to a private outpatient clinic. There were a lot of people in this outpatient clinic. Finally it was my turn. I wanted to take an injection in my vagina to reduce the fever. It was very painful. My father encouraged me: "You need to do it." Learn to be strong.”

After hearing this, it really doesn’t hurt that much anymore. When I was getting salt water, my father couldn't stay with me all the time. He had to go to work.

My mother has been sitting next to me, giving me water for a while, and fanning me for a while. When I was hungry alone, she would buy me something to eat. When my hands hurt, she would tell me jokes. Her jokes made me forget the pain.

Thanks to the careful care of my parents, my illness will soon be cured. In fact, parents' love is sometimes not necessarily reflected in tenderness, but in severity.

My parents were like that. Once, my parents and I went to the mall. I remember it was a holiday and there were many people in the store and it was packed.

My mother and I were holding hands, but my attention was attracted by a small toy there. I couldn't help but let go of my mother's hand and walked towards the place where the toys were sold. When I finished the toy and went to hold my mother's hand, I realized that I was surrounded by strangers. I was so scared that I cried. Not only after a while, I suddenly saw my parents, but it was not what I imagined. Instead of comforting me softly, they cursed me: "Why didn't you lose it earlier?"

When I heard this, I cried even harder than before. Our parents love us so much, and we must appreciate them.

Sometimes, we don’t feel our parents’ love for us. In fact, their love is unspoken. Chapter 2: In this world, who has not been bathed in the love of parents, and who has not experienced the care of parents? I also have a father and mother who think about me and care about me all the time.

My father can best be described as a "strict father". He has very strict requirements on my study and life.

He set a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework seriously. In addition, my father often asked me to read some extracurricular books to let me understand scientific knowledge beyond textbooks.

My play time has also been greatly reduced. Sometimes, other parents ask me: "Is your father strict with you?" The naive me nodded vigorously to show that "very, very strict, not ordinary!" Now, whenever I face the problem after every exam, When I was ranked first and second in the class, I gradually understood that my father did all this for my own good.

For this, I am really grateful to him! My mother is a typical "loving mother". She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every possible way.

In order to let me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my craving. Every weekend, she didn't care about rest, so she started washing the dirty clothes I changed, and put the clean clothes next to my bed the next morning.

Especially when I am sick, my mother is pouring water, delivering medicine, and getting up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt is well covered... Although my parents and I are in two countries now, , when I saw the words "How about studying?" in their letters, and heard the familiar and gentle tone of "Remember to wear more clothes" on the phone, I immediately felt their care for me. Care and love. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I can feel its existence all the time.

Chapter 3: When I was young, I didn’t understand my parents’ hearts and was very naughty. I gradually grow up, becoming more sensible and understanding the love of my parents day by day.

In the following years, I gradually understood that my parents were doing it for my own good! One time, I was doing my homework. There was a nail next to the study table. I didn't see it, so I accidentally scratched it. It made me scream in pain. My parents hurried over to see. Anxious, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. My mother comforted me and said, "Baby, don't cry."

It will be fine soon. But I still hold back my crying.

After five minutes, my father took out disinfectant from the medicine box and helped me disinfect it. ah! ! ! It hurts so much.

Wuwuwuwu. After another five minutes, my father finally finished disinfecting it for me, and I stopped crying.

My parents also went to do their work, and I could do my homework with peace of mind. After this incident, I realized how much my parents care about me, love me and protect me.

Parents, thank you, thank you for bringing me to this lovely and beautiful world, and I want to say thank you here. Mom and Dad, I love you.

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