Friar Sand sews trousers and writes a composition.

1. Grandma sewed my pants. The sewing machine is very ordinary, and there is nothing particularly dazzling. I only know how to work hard.

We have two sewing machines at home. One is a small sewing machine, which grandma often uses to sew and change clothes. So the nice "click-click" sound of sewing machine often rings in my ear.

Another "sewing machine" is grandma. Why do you say that? Because grandma works as hard as a sewing machine. She is as ordinary as a sewing machine, but her love is extraordinary.

Our new home is bigger, so it is difficult to clean. If I do, it's hard to make it look brand-new But grandma did it. Not only that, she cooks every day. She is over 70 years old and in poor health. She is often out of breath with fatigue. But when I advised her not to be exhausted, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "I'm not tired." Exercise is good for your health. Go to the business of * * *! "

Grandma loves me very much and knows what I expect. So whenever I am at a loss, grandma always appears by my side. Just like I learned English a month ago, I went to my teacher's hometown to learn English. I have to go back and forth by bus because of the long distance. The weather is not very good. When I went downstairs after learning English from my teacher's house, I found some cool rain in the sky. Soon, the road was covered with their lives. Although the rain is small, it will get wet, so we have to run out without an umbrella. It never rains but it pours I accidentally fell on my mouth and gnawed at the mud. When I sat up, I found that the only fifty cents left in my pocket for taking the bus was gone! I suddenly fell into the hot pot like an ant, and even the rain poured on me felt extremely hot. What are we doing? It's over. I can't go home. When my nose hurts, I want to cry for it. At the same time, a familiar figure appeared. It's grandma! I was so happy that I rushed over and hugged my grandmother. It turned out that grandma didn't trust me to go home alone and came to pick me up. I suddenly felt a coolness, and a faint warm current came to my mind.

These are two sewing machines in our family. I prefer the big one, because the wave of love has soaked my blindfold. ...

Please correct the following composition, saying that the teacher sewed my pants and my hand was pricked, and then how did I come to the office? The teacher asked me to sit in her chair and take off my pants.

The teacher carefully aligned the breach, but I accidentally stabbed my hand when I first put the needle in. I was sad to see a drop of blood slip out, but the teacher just smiled at me and said "nothing", then took a sip of my finger that had just been punctured and began to mend it for me. At this moment, my eyes are full of tears. A silver needle and a piece of velvet danced gently with the teacher's hands rhythmically, either forward or backward, or up or down, as if the dexterous hand that shuttled freely was sewing a wisp of love into it. Silver needle and silver thread are like a magic rope, pulling my eyes. I looked at my trousers and my thoughts lingered: yesterday it was lifeless, but today it has become selfless love for me in the hands of my teacher.

Teacher, you obviously sewed with your heart! How much effort you have put into this stitch! And am I not like the pants in the teacher's hand? The existing shortcomings, under the needle and thread of teachers' love and knowledge, constantly improve themselves.

The first time I sewed clothes and wrote a composition was on a sunny Sunday. I play games with my neighbors. However, just when I was having fun, there was a big hole in my clothes and it hissed. I am very disappointed. When I got home, my mother was not at home. I had to search the room helplessly, sewing clothes with needles to find holes, and said, "Forget it, it's a piece of cake!" " "

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Run to mother's room, take out the needle and thread from the drawer, and sit on the table to sew clothes. Of course, the first step is threading, which is a piece of cake! However, my hand didn't listen to me at all, and it kept shaking.

I can't wear it, my eyes are exhausted! I was discouraged, but just when I wanted to give up, such words cheered me up-everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as I pass the first level, there is no mountain of fire that I can't cross.

As if I had taken a sedative myself, my hands stopped shaking, followed my mother's example and finally put the thread through the hole. Then I tied a fast knot.

I found a well-lit place and sat down.

Come on, look at the clothes and needles. Hey, how to sew? I don't know anything, so I have to start with the hole in my clothes. I saw that the hole was almost sewn up. I can't wait. But unexpectedly, the needle went into my finger.

Blood like red pearls immediately flowed out. It hurts! No wonder some people say "ten fingers linked to one heart". I didn't realize it until today. I was a little timid, but I remembered the philosophy written in my composition book: on the road of life, I fell down.

If you fall, you must get up. . Indeed, no one is so smooth sailing. I picked up the needle again and sewed it again. Ah! Finally finished! I'm glad, but it's too tight, like a chicken. "No.

Ok, I have to make it up again! "I opened the thread and slowly, stitch by stitch, mended the clothes. Now I'm serious. Keep an eye on the thread. "Hee hee, this really mended the hole. "

Mom came back, saw my grades, gave me a thumbs-up and said, "Wow, you are great, son!" " "This endless praise makes me very happy.

4. At seven o'clock in the morning, Xiao Li finished washing in a hurry, put on a set of clothes that he thought were good, took a well-organized resume, crept to open the door of his parents' bedroom a crack, leaned forward slightly, narrowed his eyes, looked inward and found that his mother had gone out and his father was still asleep in bed. He closed the door slowly again, and picked up the table while estimating that his mother was looking for job information everywhere.

Walking to the door of the community, Xiao Li shouted: "Lao Wangtou, a set of egg pancakes." I just arrived at the gate when a child was running towards me with a set of egg pancakes in his hand. At first glance, Xiao Li is Lao Wang's son. He is cute and sensible, and his neighbors call him "darling". Xiao Li is no stranger, so he walked into the crowd, bent down, carrying pancakes in one hand and money in the other, touching Wang Guai's head. "Come on, let your dad buy you candy." Watching him jump behind the pancake stall, Xiao Li had a strange envy in his heart.

Standing on the bus platform, Xiao Li turned to look at the road in the distance while chewing pancakes. I don't know when a father and daughter appeared beside him. So, Xiao Li began to look at them again. My father is very young, in his early thirties, about 1.8 meters tall, with a Chinese face, short hair and bright eyes, which makes people feel mature and steady. The girl is riding on her father's shoulder. She is two or three years old. She has a round face, a rosy mouth and big eyes. Her face shows innocence. I saw the girl pointing to the bus stop and asking her father, and she giggled from time to time. Xiao Li stopped and stood there. His mind came up with many happy fragments of his childhood with his father, and gradually his eyes became moist.

After several bus stops, Xiao Li finally arrived at her destination-Human Resources Department. He got off the bus, adjusted his skirt and strode in. He had heard that today was a job fair a few days ago, so he was full of confidence and decided to tell more "lies" and maybe he would succeed. But then things didn't go well. There were so many people that I had to wait in line first. I waited in line almost all morning and didn't send out a few resumes. Seeing that it was getting late, Xiao Li searched for Sister Zhang in the crowd.

Grandma's handwritten composition about sewing clothes 600 words Grandma taught me to sew clothes.

When I came home from school to change my coat, I suddenly found that I didn't know when there was a hole in the hook of my down jacket and all the white feathers flew out. I was a little annoyed, so I asked my grandmother to sew for me, but my grandmother was too busy to let me learn sewing by myself. This stumbles me, so I have to bite the bullet and "play" because I have never sewed clothes.

Find a needle and thread first and learn to sew clothes. The first step is to thread the needle. I picked up the needle in my left hand and the thread in my right hand, but I couldn't get into the eye of the needle. I'm so bored. The more bored I am, the less I can get into it. I'm so tired that I'm sweating all over. Now I'm really Zhang Fei threading the needle-staring at each other. I had to ask my grandmother, who smiled and said, "You are wearing the wrong thread. You have to screw one end of the thread to the tip, don't panic, don't shake your hand, and you can go through it. " I did, and sure enough, I tried several times and succeeded. Then I started sewing, tied a few knots at one end of the thread, tidied up the wound on my clothes, put the needle through the overlapping place between the cloth, and then came back ... The previous times went well, and I was a little excited. "Alas-"accidentally pricked my thumb, and the blood came out, which made me cry. I'm discouraged. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to learn to sew clothes. I don't want to do this. Grandma saw my reluctance and joked, "How can my daughter go to the kitchen?" I smile through tears, yes, nothing can be done without results. I plucked up my courage again, sucked my fingers and continued sewing. ...

Finally, it didn't take me long to sew up the hole in my clothes. Although it twists and turns like an earthworm, it is my "masterpiece" and I am very happy because I learned to sew clothes.

The next day, I put on the clothes I sewed, and found that there were two pink flowers embroidered with ribbon where I sewed, which covered the ugly earthworm I sewed. My heart is as sweet as honey.

6. Who can help me write an article on foot abuse? Yu Huiqiong is walking in the street. It's night, and it's surprisingly quiet.

She vaguely heard someone following her and was knocked unconscious by a stick as soon as she turned around. When I woke up, I found myself tied to an operating table with a box next to it. She's scared.

Soon, a man came out from behind the door, about 30 years old, grinning.

"What are you doing? Let me go! " Yu Huiqiong shouted.

"Hey, 13-year-old girls are so powerful, why should I be soft?" Then he shouted, "Somebody! Take off her shoes and socks! " These people stripped off her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of jade feet. Her feet are beautiful, her skin is fair, her arch is gentle, her feet are slippery, and the length of her toes is in good proportion to the length of her instep.

"What are you doing? Mental derangement! "

Yu Huiqiong's voice did not fall, and the man took out a knife and approached her feet step by step. "Somebody, flatten her instep!" "You, you, you, what are you doing?" Her instep is now under pressure, so the man puts the knife rest directly above the middle sealing hole on her instep. That is to say, at half of her foot, the knife gradually pressed down, and when it touched the skin, it suddenly moved vigorously and fully, leaving a deep knife edge on the instep of her foot.

"Ah ah! My feet! Ah! " Yu Huiqiong, she cried and the man smiled. "Well, this scar is really beautiful!" The man said. He squatted down again and looked at Yu Huiqiong's instep, bleeding drop by drop. Yu Huiqiong just felt that there was a fire on the instep.

"well! Not bad, continue! " "ah! Help! " "Stop yelling, this room is underground!" Yu Huiqiong is desperate.

After a while, the man brought another bottle of wine (glass bottle) and aimed it at the arch of her other foot. "bang!" "Bang, the bottle broke, and Yu Huiqiong felt terrible pain. The arch of the foot is the most sensitive part for girls. that

A man took a piece of glass, put the tip on her instep and touched it gently. "Do you want to decorate your instep?" "Don't don't! Please let me go! " "Put your foot punishment over.

You! ""meowed. . "

With that, the man took the chess piece and stabbed it into the sole of his foot. 1 of "Cha", the chess piece was inserted into the sole of Yu Huiqiong's foot. "ah! It hurts! Oh, my feet! " She fainted.

A basin of cold water.

Then the man took a few pieces and inserted them into her soles, and hammered them into her soles with a hammer. Finally, the man took a knife, put it on her ankle and cut it hard. "ah! ! ! "Faint Yu Huiqiong's foot was cut off. The man ran away.

7. How to write an attractive title for The Composition of Sewing Machines? I have a sewing machine at home. It's worn out, the paint is running out and the color is fading. It has worked hard with grandma for decades.

Grandma said that the sewing machine was bought in the 1950s. At that time, grandma had many children and a heavy financial burden, so she couldn't afford clothes. Grandma bought this sewing machine with the money she had saved for several years. For many years, whenever night falls, the kerosene lamp in the farmer's pit lights up, and grandma sits in front of the sewing machine, stepping on the pedal, in a hurry. Click again and again, more crisp and loud in the dead of night. This is grandma rushing to make new clothes for her mother and uncles.

According to my mother, whenever the Chinese New Year is coming, grandma is busier, and the sewing machine has become her partner and helper in life. In order to make the whole family wear new clothes, she often works overtime until late at night. When my mother and uncles put on new clothes, they always look around the mirror and then jump into the yard for the children to enjoy. Grandma and sewing machine have worked hard for decades. I don't know how much the belt and needle of sewing machine have worn off. As mothers and uncles grow up day by day, sewing machines and grandmothers get old day by day. Now, this sewing machine looks like an old woman who has lost her teeth. We moved several times, and we all wanted to give it to others. We always feel that a set of modern furniture is really out of proportion to an antique. However, grandma is always reluctant to give up. Every morning, she wipes the sewing machine over and over again. How much grandma loves the sewing machine that has followed her for many years! Gradually, I feel more and more deeply that this old sewing machine is like an old grandmother who has made great contributions to my family! Slowly, I also fell in love with it.