Writing a composition is really not easy.

1. It's really not easy to catch mosquitoes with more than 8 words

It's not easy to catch mosquitoes: during the spring break, some uninvited guests came to my house, and many red tattoos appeared on my body from time to time. This is not the "master vampire"-the "excellent masterpiece" of mosquitoes.

Mosquitoes are distributed in every corner of my home, ready to contribute all their strength to "delicious food" at any time. These mosquitoes are really annoying! One minute they went under my arm, and the next they flew in front of my eyes, as if to play hide-and-seek with me.

that buzzing sound makes people upset. I really wish that from this moment on, all the mosquitoes in the world would die! However, my curse is not supported by heaven at all, and mosquitoes are still happy in my home.

I can't help it. Our family can only have a "human-mosquito competition". I put sticky paper with delicious food on the table and took some napkins. Dad is ready for mosquito swatter, while mom is holding a bottle of mosquito killer, ready to fight at any time.

The match started, and my eyes suddenly focused on the window. Hey, there are really two mosquitoes whispering here! Ha, mosquito, mosquito, I'm afraid this is your last conversation with your partner! See if I don't crush you into a paste! Now, I want revenge! So, I gently walked to the front of the glass window and aimed at the mosquito with a bang. I was glad to catch the mosquito this time and was ready to enjoy my masterpiece.

But when I opened the napkin, I was blindsided. There is nothing on the paper, just like when I first brought it! The mosquito slipped away.

alas! It is not easy to catch those "troublemakers"! Look at dad, he is also in a mess. One by one has never had a funny action since ancient times, which made my mother and I laugh.

I saw my father barefoot and slowly approaching the TV. It turns out that there is a mosquito on the TV screen.

Dad made a 36-degree turn, and all of a sudden, Dad was really Dad. Although the mosquito didn't hit him, he was also disabled-he hit the mosquito's wing! But left an ugly scar on the screen. Mom looked at it, really angry and funny, and said confidently, "both of you step aside!" Look at me! " I saw that she picked up the mosquito killer and sprayed it at the mosquitoes.

it really worked. This time, my mother's pride can be regarded as the extreme! My father and I admire it very much! Hey! It is not easy to catch mosquitoes. 2. Ask for a narrative with the topic "It's really not easy" quickly

It's really nice today, and it rains in March in Furong City. Spring is not yet in full bloom. Sitting in the car, there are scattered villages outside the window, and the light rain is falling. Grandma's house is coming soon. The road is a little slippery, and my father told me to be careful. But how can I watch the road? Can I be unhappy when I first visit my grandmother's house? Crossing a path that only allows one person to cross, I stepped on the steps of the green flag. An old black wooden door was open. I knew it was it. I excitedly crossed the threshold and saw my grandmother picking vegetables in the yard and rushed over. I was as happy as a rabbit. "Grandma, let me help you." "OK, then be careful, good granddaughter." After lunch, I came to the backyard. It's a lake. The lake is as clear as a girl's eyes, rippling around, and the pebbles at the bottom of the lake are different in shape, colorful and picturesque. The red fish in the lake are wandering; You don't move, you are far away, and you seem to be happy with me. Is this the middle of the picture? This Wang Lake seems like a clear spring that cleanses the boredom and anxiety in my heart, as if I were in a valley, and I only saw this Wang Lake in front of me. "Isn't it beautiful?" Grandma's kind words came from behind. "Come, take you to a place." I didn't hesitate to keep up with my grandmother. I looked around and jumped up and down. I wanted to play with everything I saw, but I didn't see what I saw. A garden. Green vegetables suck the sunshine in the sunlight, bathe in the breeze and enjoy the beautiful gift of nature. The dark green grass dances in the spring breeze and dances a beautiful waltz, completely unaware of the peach blossoms that are about to bloom beside it. The grass will dance with the wind, and it will dance its most beautiful side to the world. There is also a vine in the garden, whose stems are wrapped around the flower stand tightly, and the green leaves with large palms grow luxuriantly. Although there are no purple grapes, the green leaves are duty-bound to stretch and stretch. This small garden is so vital, it makes my heart surge and my spirit soar. At dusk, the moon pulls the dark curtain and plays a lullaby in the middle of the night. I recalled the experience of this day, smiled and fell asleep. Today is really good. 3. The essay

In the new office, there are many colors of lights. It seems that turning on more lights will not contribute much to "light pollution".

On the wall, banners are everywhere-clean and honest, dedicated, giving oneself up for the public ... Lao Li leans in the soft swivel chair, and he doesn't seem guilty about the layout of the new office. The function of the swivel chair is not wasted. He turned half a circle, facing the window.

The cities outside the window are crowded and straight, which seems to have an eternal trend. People are people. If you look at things similar to yourself, you will learn to associate: Isn't the building outside the window built bit by bit? The higher the building, the more houses people live in, which is convenient for everyone! It's not easy.

and me? Lao Li took a sip of Biluochun from his secretary. The tea leaves swam up and down and finally sank to the bottom of the cup.

Lao Li's somber smile is reflected in the cup. My thoughts took off.

I went into politics at the age of 2. Hey, this way.

I've been a deputy section chief for several years, and I'm angry when I think about it. Wang Min is a bastard. It doesn't count to eat mine, but it doesn't adjust me. Fortunately, I "jumped ship" in time and found a new backer. Otherwise, sometime, that bastard is still drinking the Maotai I gave him! The yellow bureau is not a good thing either. It's probably a "big official" who has eaten up my savings for several years. Is it easy for me? Thought of here, Lao Li sneered, fortunately, I pay attention to "accumulation", the little ones don't go, and the big ones don't come! Think about it now that my wife is a senior white-collar worker and my son is in the best middle school in this city. All this is not the result of my "not sparing no pains in the soil, rivers and seas do not choose trickle".

can there be "running water" without opening channels? Lao Li sighed, maybe he really felt that he was not easy! Just say that yesterday, the old man didn't buy my account. This ginger is really getting hotter as it gets older. For this promotion, I am "poor"! Hey, it's hard to be an official! Lao Li gulped down a mouthful of tea, which tasted bitter in the mouth. Suddenly, he thought of something.

The swivel chair turned half a turn again. Before the desk, Lao Li neatly dialed several numbers. "Hello, Xiao Zhang? I'll make a decision for you now. You can come at noon. You know the rules. I also ask for help. It's not easy! ..... "In the office, the lights are still colorful, and it seems that I want to make Lao Li's" road to seeking official positions "easier. Why, this light seems to be like his master-well, it's not easy. 4. It's not easy to do xx. 8 topics are novel and materials are not old < P > At the end of the city, there are no bustling markets and shining neon lights; At the end of the city, there are only dilapidated shanty towns with weather-beaten lives; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them.

what should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or second generation migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them by their earthy baby names, holding their hands and approaching their lives ... They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls are heading and jointing in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming.

The wind blew from the fields and into the city. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters and touched high-rise buildings and traffic for the first time.

they don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little fingers can't count the floors of the office building. The prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep mark on their hearts.

They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into the city life. However, in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time.

They are all treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this age. When they come home from school, they make a simple dinner, and their parents are still working on the construction site or the food market; Wake up at midnight, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my hometown in tears; Quietly make a wish, hoping that their migrant children's primary school will not be closed down because they can't pay the electricity bill tomorrow ... However, I have seen their growth in their growing bodies.

I remember when a reporter asked a child in a migrant children's school if he would return to his hometown after graduation, the little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he would definitely go back! At that moment, I almost shed tears for their growth. I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but our grades are not bad", "We don't compare with the children in the city" and "Beijing's 28 is also our 28!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day.

Although, they are still worried about the small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't pay the utilities; Although, there are still many systems that are not perfect ... Although there are many "though", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are growing sturdily. The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives.

they will eventually become us. Thinking of the road, only Ruan Ji lingers in front of me.

it's him, driving an old ox cart and a jar of wine to the suburbs alone. By the roadside, he turned a blind eye to strange flowers and grass and strange peaks and rocks, and cast a supercilious look.

above, the lonely flying geese are bleating sadly. At this point, the ox cart stopped, and the old cow turned around as if to say, "There is no road, where should I go?" He had no choice but to answer, "Where is the road? How should I know?" Say, take a gourd ladle to lift the turbid wine, drink it, then shout, then take a big bowl, and finally return along the original road with a bitter tear.

the so-called Ruan Ji is rampant, so it's no use crying at the end of the road. There's just no road. Why are you crying? He is not crying about the poor road in front of him, but the poor road in life.

E5A48DE 588B6E79FA5E9819313333335346162 on this road is shrouded in the shadow of Sima Group in the Eastern Jin Dynasty; How many tears have been shed on this road! For the loving mother, the loving mother died, and he wailed, even though he vomited blood for several liters; Ji Kang was beheaded for his good friend and justice. At first, he was silent. Before the execution, Ji Kang played the unprecedented Guangling San, so he had to cry and see his friends off with tears. As a strange military girl, the girl was beautiful and talented, and died of illness before she got married. He rushed to the mourning hall rashly and bid farewell to a beautiful life with tears. This road is full of tears.

The tears ran out, and there was only silence on the road, which was a little scary. When Pei Kai, a famous man, came to visit, he only gave him a dirty look.

Pei Kai understands that Ruan Ji's life has long gone beyond the scope of propriety and righteousness, and he himself is still within the scope of propriety and righteousness, so Pei Kai has no choice but to bow to Ruan Ji three times according to the number of proprieties and righteousness, and then leave. Yes, Ruan Ji's relatives, traveling companions and those beautiful lives on the road of life have all disappeared.

He can only put on the cloak of silence to resist the cold wind, the cold wind from the world. Then, walk alone and move to the end of your own road.

This road is hard for us to appreciate. We can only describe him as "crazy" and a stranger who is far away from the hubbub and the world. The world looked at him coldly and watched him perform alone on the road.

However, how can we know how many tears and bitterness this performance contains! On the road behind him, worldly accusations and suspicions are left behind ... If time can go back, I hope to get on his ox cart and run to the suburbs with him. Still in the weeds, I will jump down and pull out weeds for him and all the weeds in his path.

Then, hit the cow on the back and let the cow carry him on his way. And I, on this road, will look at his figure, face the sunset, and sincerely bend 9 degrees.

for him and for this road. When my grandfather was dying, my grandmother chatted with him in a low voice all night, or looked at him as if time had stood still.

when I was a child, I loved going to my grandfather's house. Grandpa knows a lot of interesting things, and grandma is a superb cook.

Every time I listen to my grandfather happily finish a paragraph, both my grandfather and grandson are hungry. So grandpa crept into the kitchen, took advantage of grandma's absence, grabbed some freshly fried chicken chops and hurried back to share them with me, like a child.

On several occasions, my grandfather was "caught with stolen goods" by my grandmother and had to be beaten by her. Then we obediently set the table for dinner. At that time, I was really happy.

Sometimes grandma spends a long time shopping. Grandpa was so anxious that he couldn't sit still and looked around the window, hoping to see grandma.

however, when I learned that my grandmother had traveled a long way to buy authentic beef that we love, my grandfather was happy again. However, later, grandpa went to another world that he could never touch again.

The first time I didn't have my grandfather's New Year's dinner, I ate it in a hotel. Grandma came, but she was not very happy. Grandpa's tableware was missing for everyone, but when the waiter brought one. 5. Write a 65-word composition "It's actually not easy"

The composition of Nanjing Jinling Middle School and Hai 'an Middle School's senior three Chinese mock exam: It's really not easy.

It's not easy

In the new office, there are many colors of lights. It seems that turning on more lights will not contribute much to "light pollution". On the wall, there are banners "four places"-clean and honest, dedicated, giving oneself up for the public ... Lao Li leans on the soft swivel chair, and he doesn't seem guilty about the layout of the new office.

The function of the swivel chair is not wasted. He turned half a circle, facing the window.

The cities outside the window are crowded and straight, which seems to have an eternal trend. People are people. If you look at things similar to yourself, you will learn to associate: Isn't the building outside the window built bit by bit? The higher the building, the more houses people live in, which is convenient for everyone! It's not easy.

and me? Lao Li took a sip of Biluochun from his secretary. The tea leaves swam up and down and finally sank to the bottom of the cup. The cup reflected Lao Li's somber smile. My thoughts took off.

I went into politics at the age of 2. Hey, this way. Deputy section chief who has been working for several years, he is angry when he thinks about it, Wang Min, that bastard. It doesn't count to eat mine, but it doesn't adjust me. Fortunately, I "jumped ship" in time and found a new backer. Otherwise, sometime, that bastard is still drinking the Maotai I gave him!

the yellow bureau is not a good thing either. It's probably a "big official" who has eaten up my product for several years.