Eight life diaries, 300 to 400 words.

It's summer vacation. My brother, Wang Tangyang and I are playing my favorite game called Ducks Crossing the River downstairs.

We came to a big tree and I said, "We use stones, scissors and cloth to decide who will catch and hide!" " "As a result, Wang Dangyang lost.

I took out my brother's favorite card as a "foodie".

The game has started, and we must get back the "food" scattered behind. However, there is a "big crocodile" guarding the food. Once caught by "predators", the consequences are unimaginable. My brother and I secretly discussed: I am the fastest girl in our class, so I came to distract the crocodile, and my brother took advantage of the crocodile's escape to get the food. Just do it, I quickly jumped off the "shore" and said to the "big crocodile": "Hehe, come and catch me!" Then pretend to get "food" and then pretend to "miss" and run away. Sure enough, I cheated the crocodile. In order to buy more time for my brother, we chased after me and bypassed a building. When the crocodile came back, we found my brother taking food. By the time the crocodile reacted, it was too late and all the food was taken away!

Ha ha! The crocodile lost! The crocodile lost! The next game is still Wang Tangyang! My brother and I jumped so high that only Wang Tangyang sighed sadly. I said to her, "Never mind! As long as you think more before you do something, you can! " She just smiled at me and said, "I see, I'd better be a crocodile in this game"! We all laughed!

Look, my life after school is happy! What about you?

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After-school life composition: My after-school life _ writing _250 words

I am a lively and cheerful little boy. In addition to the intense study life, there is also a colorful after-school life. For example: playing computer, practicing calligraphy, riding a bike ... Among them, my favorite after-school life is practicing calligraphy.

I have been practicing calligraphy since kindergarten. At first, I was not sensible. Holding a brush is like holding a pen. My mother taught me hand in hand, starting from the point, horizontal, skimming, pressing, lifting, vertical folding and vertical hook. The writing of these basic strokes has been practiced for a long time and has a deep impression in my mind!

In the first grade of primary school, there was a headmaster with good handwriting. I worshipped him as a teacher.

I practiced for a year, and I can write beautiful words by learning prefixes. In the past few years, I have made a lot of jokes. Sometimes, I have ink on my hands and face, like a naughty Xiaohua Mall, which often makes my parents laugh.

I've practiced for a few more years, and all the teachers who come to my house will praise my beautiful handwriting! My heart is sweeter than honey!

This is my after-school life, isn't it wonderful? Right?

I will keep practicing and strive to become a famous calligrapher in the future!

Composition about after-school life: colorful after-school life _400 words

My after-school life is rich and colorful, as carefree as white clouds and as happy as waves.

Every day, as soon as I get home, I put down my schoolbag and start doing my homework. After finishing my homework, I can learn to cook and fry potatoes ... but the most interesting thing is frying potatoes for the first time!

When frying potatoes for the first time, first pour the oil on the shovel, and then pour the oil into the pot. It doesn't matter. I was shocked. Guess what? Yes, it's just that oil is cheap everywhere. I'm too shocked to fry potatoes! I suddenly thought of a way: pump the water dry! As soon as I got started, I immediately poured a bowl of tap water into the pot. Hey, hey, it worked! The oil stopped splashing! I immediately put the potatoes in. I was afraid that the oil would go up again, so I immediately added two bowls of water! It turns out that potatoes have never been cooked, which is very strange. After waiting for half an hour, I opened the pot again and found that it was full of water. I just remembered: when frying potatoes, you can't put water on them, or they will turn into boiled potatoes. ...

Of course, I didn't succeed in frying potatoes I didn't give in, and I'm going to fry tomato juice again ~ I like to drink tomato juice since I was a child. This time, I failed to fry potatoes. I should at least make something to eat tonight! I thought about it, immediately brushed the juicer and took out the tomatoes. This time, I was very careful, for fear that I would screw up!

I carefully peeled off the tomatoes, then cut them into pieces with a kitchen knife, and finally put them into the juicer, and it was fine. It exploded for about ten minutes, and then it exploded!

This is just a part of my after-school life!

Composition describing after-school life: My after-school life is 400 words _400 words.

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As the saying goes: green vegetables and carrots, each has his own love. Some people like ball games, some people like graceful dancing, some people like small productions to develop their intelligence, some people like collecting stamps to cultivate their temperament, and others like … As for me, I have a special liking for reading extracurricular books.

I call myself a "bookworm", which is no exaggeration! For me, reading is an indispensable pleasure in life.

When I was four years old, I already knew many words, which is true. I can read at the age of four, which is closely related to reading extracurricular books. At that time, my mother was holding a book in her hand, and I snuggled up in her warm arms and listened.

She explained it in her sweet voice ... Later, it became a book I read to my mother. My mother also sent me to Lishui to buy a lot of books, and I danced with joy!

Now, I read extracurricular books every day, and I also learned about beauty, ugliness, good and evil from extracurricular books ... I remember one time, I was reading at home and was attracted by the stories inside until my mother asked me to eat.

I didn't hear the sound of eating either. Mother had no choice but to cook first. At this moment, I saw that the hero was going to jump off a cliff. I shouted there, "No, you can still be saved. You can't just give up your life. You should try to live, everything. "

There is still hope! "At this moment, my mother broke into the house and asked in surprise," What's the matter? Who wants to commit suicide? " I went back to the real world and said shyly, "Hey, hey, I'm so involved!" Mom said with a smile.

Books can purify people's minds, so: love books, it is the source of knowledge!

Composition about after-school life: after-school life _400 words

Our extracurricular life is rich and colorful, such as playing chess, table tennis, collecting stamps, singing, dancing and musical instruments ... Every student has his own hobbies, his own extracurricular life and his own small world.

In after-school life, everyone can do what they want to do and show their talents. Reading, singing, collecting stamps, dancing, playing the piano, surfing the Internet, listening to music, playing basketball and learning calligraphy are all things that students like to do after class.

The greatest pleasure of my after-school life is reading. What books do I like to read? Story books, philosophy books, history books ... books are very important to me. They are like water, and I am a fish in the water. Fish can't live without water any more than I can live without books.

Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress, lifelong companions and sincere friends." Indeed, it is a ladder, but it depends on whether you are willing to climb it; A friend, but it depends on whether you make this friend or not.

Book, it is the Wang Yang sea of knowledge, it is a vast grassland, it is an endless vast universe, it is our human friend, I love reading and draw knowledge and strength from books, which is necessary for life. It can increase my knowledge, make me happy and sad, and make my mood change with the story. Therefore, I love reading, which is an indispensable part of my life.

Reading is the greatest pleasure in my after-school life.

Friday, March 28th, 20 14, the weather is fine.

On Friday morning, my neighbor's children came to see me running in the park. I got up quickly and walked to Zhengxing Park with my neighbors. In the morning, the air in the park is particularly fresh and people are in a good mood.

We climbed the rockery, stood on it and saw many tall buildings. How beautiful! After playing for a while, we are ready to go down the mountain. When I climbed halfway up the mountain, a big boy came out of nowhere and gave me a push from behind. I fell from the middle and fell on the wall, dizzy. My head is swollen and I'm skinned. By the time I got up, the boy had run away without a trace, which really pissed me off. I even said, "I'm sorry." It is impolite not to say anything. I immediately lost my happy mood.

Friday, March 28th, 20 14, the weather is fine.

My hometown is Shijiazhuang, Hebei. There are many fruits here, including apples, grapes, walnuts and big red dates. Among them, my favorite is apple.

In the spring of March, the drizzle is like silk, and the tall and straight apple trees are full of beautiful and moving flowers. Pink petals and yellow stamens are beautiful. Flowers are in full bloom, attracting countless beautiful flowers and many passers-by. Some passers-by stopped to admire, some picked flowers to dress themselves up, and some took pictures as a souvenir. Passers-by breathed intoxicating flowers. The apple orchard is full of laughter.

In April, the apple tree soaked by the spring rain stretched out its little green hand. A gust of wind blew, and my little hand swayed as if to say hello to you.

Friday, March 28th, 20 14, the weather is fine.

Today, my mother and I have dinner at home. My mother bought ribs, put them in a pressure cooker and threw out the garbage.

At first, I was doing my homework in my room, and then I heard a hissing sound. I thought, what is this? I'll check it out! I just ran to the restaurant and only smelled a strong smell of meat. I sniffed and went into the kitchen. So the pot is boiling.

"Mom hasn't come back yet. What if the pot bursts? " A strange idea flashed through my mind, which strengthened my strange belief: take down the pot and "save" the meat. I turned off the switch to control the fire, and then tried the handle of the pot. The long end is not hot, and the short end is a little hot. I found a towel, padded it with a short handle, held the long handle with my hand and lifted it hard. I feel heavy and hard.

Mom came back and rushed into the kitchen without saying a word. Then she screamed at me and said, "Who took the pot down?" Your father's back? "No, no, it's me, it's me!" I quickly said. "You scared me." My mother touched my head and suddenly asked me, "Did you turn off the gas?" "Oh, I didn't turn it off!" Mom said, "Oh, you!" My mother turned off the gas and said to me, "Haha, little thing, the timing is very accurate!" " "

Eating delicious ribs, I thought, "Today's attempt was very successful!"

Friday, March 28th, 20 14, the weather is fine.

On Friday morning, my neighbor's children came to see me running in the park. I got up quickly and walked to Zhengxing Park with my neighbors. In the morning, the air in the park is particularly fresh and people are in a good mood.

We climbed the rockery, stood on it and saw many tall buildings. How beautiful! After playing for a while, we are ready to go down the mountain. When I climbed halfway up the mountain, a big boy came out of nowhere and gave me a push from behind. I fell from the middle and fell on the wall, dizzy. My head is swollen and I'm skinned. By the time I got up, the boy had run away without a trace, which really pissed me off. I even said, "I'm sorry." It is impolite not to say anything. I immediately lost my happy mood.

Friday, March 28th, 20 14, the weather is fine.

My hometown is Shijiazhuang, Hebei. There are many fruits here, including apples, grapes, walnuts and big red dates. Among them, my favorite is apple.

In the spring of March, the drizzle is like silk, and the tall and straight apple trees are full of beautiful and moving flowers. Pink petals and yellow stamens are beautiful. Flowers are in full bloom, attracting countless beautiful flowers and many passers-by. Some passers-by stopped to admire, some picked flowers to dress themselves up, and some took pictures as a souvenir. Passers-by breathed intoxicating flowers. The apple orchard is full of laughter.

In April, the apple tree soaked by the spring rain stretched out its little green hand. A gust of wind blew, and my little hand swayed as if to say hello to you.

Friday, March 28th, 20 14, the weather is fine.

Today, my mother and I have dinner at home. My mother bought ribs, put them in a pressure cooker and threw out the garbage.

At first, I was doing my homework in my room, and then I heard a hissing sound. I thought, what is this? I'll check it out! I just ran to the restaurant and only smelled a strong smell of meat. I sniffed and went into the kitchen. So the pot is boiling.

"Mom hasn't come back yet. What if the pot bursts? " A strange idea flashed through my mind, which strengthened my strange belief: take down the pot and "save" the meat. I turned off the switch to control the fire, and then tried the handle of the pot. The long end is not hot, and the short end is a little hot. I found a towel, padded it with a short handle, held the long handle with my hand and lifted it hard. I feel heavy and hard.

Mom came back and rushed into the kitchen without saying a word. Then she screamed at me and said, "Who took the pot down?" Your father's back? "No, no, it's me, it's me!" I quickly said. "You scared me." My mother touched my head and suddenly asked me, "Did you turn off the gas?" "Oh, I didn't turn it off!" Mom said, "

Oh, you! "My mother turned off the gas and said to me," Ha ha, little one, the timing is right! "

Eating delicious ribs, I thought, "Today's attempt was very successful!"