Write a tortuous composition 200

1. A tortuous composition (200 words) I was walking home alone, and my father called me one by one to urge me to go home. When I was unhappy outside, I ended this conversation voluntarily after saying "none of your business".

I gently pushed open the door, for fear that my father would give me trouble again. I saw my father still awake after 1 1, sitting on the sofa, with a cigarette in his mouth and a solemn face. I was so frightened that I pretended not to see my father and kept walking with my head down. "Why did you hang up on me? Where the hell have you been? " I'm speechless. "Are your wings hard? Can you be independent? All right! Then get out. " This passage completely angered me, and the sleeping warrior in my heart was no longer silent, which gave me the courage to quarrel with my father. This voice completely broke the opportunity to write about riding a bicycle, falling down again and again, and getting up again.

The night sky of the plane, this sound is enough to surpass everything.

My father has also been completely angered by my words and deeds, and instantly raised his wide palm, powerful and lightning-fast. I subconsciously made up my mind and willingly accepted this slap to wake me up, 30 seconds, 40 seconds, 50 seconds, 1 minute ... why haven't I felt it yet? I opened my eyes guiltily to see what was going on, so I waited for the scene in front of me. My father's hand stopped a centimeter away from my face. For me and my family, my hands are too rough to see the original color, and this dirt is mixed in my fingers. The hard work of day and night has made these hands no longer have the brilliance of the year, and the big hands tremble slightly in front of me. My father looked solemn, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a bang.

The slap stopped a centimeter in front of my face. I know what this means. Every parent wants to be a dragon. Father wants to educate me, but how many parents can get their hands on their own flesh and blood?

This slap, hitting the table, remember. That centimeter, stopped on the face, printed on

This story is full of twists and turns. Today is the final exam. I arrived at school at seven o'clock, opened my schoolbag, took out my Chinese book and read it with relish ... "Ding Ling Ling" rang in class, and Mr. Wang came in with a big smile on his face.

I wiped my sweat, picked up my beloved pen, and the teacher handed out test papers one by one. At this time, I found that my hand had sweated a lot and I couldn't write well. Now I'm really dumb-I can't tell you how bitter it is. "What should I do?" I feel uneasy.

"Go!" Miss Wang shouted, I can't write. My deskmate Lily told me not to worry about Zhang.

So I wrote my thesis with confidence, handed it in, and finally got a good score of 98. "Great!" Get the test paper, be elated, don't mention how happy. My mother also praised me for being great! Mathematics has begun, and I am more confident. I quickly finished writing and handed in my pen.

But because of carelessness, I missed a few questions and only got 96 points, but my mother didn't blame me. English has also started, I am most sure. Once I write it, it's over.

Ha ha ha, got 100. How's it going? Is my composition good? Can refer to yo! Goodbye! .

3. The winding composition of family or friendship 200 words can not be separated from friends, but "be careful to make friends, don't make bad friends".

For example, Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond is Deep in thousands of feet, and I am deeply grateful." Du Fu's "It's just the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, when it meets the monarch". We used to be inseparable friends, but something happened recently and broke our friendship.

This has to start on Wednesday afternoon. I can't do a math problem that day. I'll ask her. If it had been before, she would have put down her homework and taught me without saying anything.

But I asked her for a long time and didn't respond. Later, I said impatiently, "Do you teach or not? I won't teach you again! " So she said impatiently, "You are crazy. You didn't see me doing my homework! " ""But you didn't do your homework when I asked you before, and you taught me anyway? " "Used to be before, you tube I make what? You are my mother and father! "I left very angry and secretly swore that I wouldn't teach her when she came to ask me later, and I would treat her like a fool! ! Here comes the chance for revenge. Once she had a problem that she couldn't do, and she asked me, and I said, "It's amazing, even our talented women have problems that they can't do!" " Everyone heard it and turned to look at her and her jokes.

(At least I think so. Soon, her face was like that of a Sichuanese, red and black.

Finally, I left with a black face. Before I left, I said, "You psycho, don't think I can't beat you, I just want you!" " "joke! This is a big joke! I am the debate champion of this class, and it is an insult for you to let me go! We haven't spoken since then. It's like a wall between me and her. I tried to tear down this wall several times, but a voice in my heart stopped me ... I know that this friendship can only be restored if one party does not compromise.

But I don't want to get involved with her. I am sad.

But she has no sincerity at all, and I don't have to do anything. The past is the past. The key is now, let's cherish what we have now ~ ~ ~ ~ (if there is more, we will delete it ourselves).

This story is full of twists and turns. Today is the final exam. I arrived at school after seven o'clock, opened my schoolbag, took out my Chinese book and read it with relish. ...

"Ding Rinrin" rang in class, and Miss Wang came in with a big smiling face in his hand. I wiped my sweat, picked up my beloved pen, and the teacher handed out test papers one by one. At this time, I found that my hand had sweated a lot and I couldn't write well. Now I'm really dumb-I can't tell you how bitter it is. "What should I do?" I feel uneasy. "Go!" Miss Wang shouted, I can't write. My deskmate Lily told me not to worry about Zhang. So I wrote my thesis with confidence, handed it in, and finally got a good score of 98.

"Great!" Get the test paper, be elated, don't mention how happy. My mother also praised me for being great!

Mathematics has begun, and I am more confident. I quickly finished writing and handed in my pen. But because of carelessness, I missed a few questions and only got 96 points, but my mother didn't blame me.

English has also started, I am most sure. Once I write it, it's over. Ha ha ha, got 100.

How's it going? Is my composition good? Can refer to yo!

Goodbye!

5. The twists and turns of the composition 150 words, the twists and turns of the newspaper, there is one thing, although it has been a long time, but I still remember.

Because it makes me unforgettable, sad and painful. It happened in the second semester of my fourth grade.

Wan Li was clear and sunny that day. I feel as good as the weather, but I regret it because of an early study. Today, Miss Li told the class about giving money to the Young Pioneers.

My heart is beating a small drum. My father often says that I subscribe to the newspaper and don't read it. When I read the newspaper, my father didn't see it. This time, my father will be furious. What should I do? What shall we do? When I got home in the afternoon, I told my father about it. As I expected, my father shouted "What". I have been scared, scared out of my mind by my father's roar! He shook his hand and replied in a weak voice, "Miss Li asked us to hand it in." .

You pig brain, you pretend not to know or your parents don't want to pay. I ... I ... ...

Me! What, me? Like a woman. At this point, my heart is only gray and dark. I rushed into the room with tears in my eyes. I dare not burst into tears, or I will be scolded by my father again. I can't imagine what my grades will be like when I get to school tomorrow! The next morning, I pretended to be strong and walked into the classroom, but I was very scared and worried.

At noon, when I was doing my homework, Miss Li called me and other students out. I have a bad feeling that after ................................................................................................................................................... was "educated", I felt depressed. If I don't subscribe to the newspaper, I will be "educated" by Miss Li's golden words. If I subscribe to the newspaper, I will be shocked by my father's lion roar.

What shall we do? What shall we do? Finally, I borrowed money from my classmates to subscribe to the newspaper. But in order to pay off my debts, I skipped breakfast and snacks for half a month in a row and used the money I saved to pay off my debts.

Now, whenever I watch the young pioneers tell the time, I can't help crying and think of that painful experience.

6. A twisted combination of love or friendship, a broken friendship of 200 words.

People can't live without friends, but we should "make friends carefully and don't make bad friends". For example, Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond is Deep in thousands of feet, and I am deeply grateful." Du Fu's "It's just the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, when it meets the monarch".

We used to be inseparable friends, but something happened recently and broke our friendship.

This has to start on Wednesday afternoon. I can't do a math problem that day. I'll ask her. If it had been before, she would have put down her homework and taught me without saying anything. But I asked her for a long time and didn't respond. Later, I said impatiently, "Do you teach or not? I won't teach you again! " So she said impatiently, "You are crazy. You didn't see me doing my homework! " ""But you didn't do your homework when I asked you before, and you taught me anyway? " "Used to be before, you tube I make what? You are my mother and father! "I left very angry and secretly swore that I wouldn't teach her when she came to ask me later, and I would treat her like a fool! !

Here comes the chance for revenge. Once she had a problem that she couldn't do, and she asked me, and I said, "It's amazing, even our talented women have problems that they can't do!" " Everyone heard it and turned to look at her and her jokes. (At least I think so. Soon, her face was like that of a Sichuanese, red and black. Finally, I left with a black face. Before I left, I said, "You psycho, don't think I can't beat you, I just want you!" " "joke! This is a big joke! I am the debate champion of this class, and it is an insult for you to let me go!

We haven't spoken since then. It's like a wall between me and her. I tried to tear down that wall several times, but a voice in my heart stopped me …

I know that this friendship can only be restored if one party does not compromise. But I don't want to get involved with her. I am sad. .

But she has no sincerity at all, and I don't have to do anything. The past is the past.

The key is now, let us cherish what we have now ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

(If it is too much, cut it yourself)

7. A small practice pen twists and turns to write a friendly classmate, what a beautiful word.

They are my good partners, studying and growing together with me. I remember when I was in the first grade, I met a classmate, and we were together at school and after school.

Fortunately, one day the teacher transferred us to the same table, and we were very happy. Once the teacher gave us an exercise and we helped each other. Finally, we all got 100.

During the holiday, I went to play with her once, and she accidentally fell down. I quickly lifted her up and asked her lovingly where it hurt. I love her as if I were hurting myself. She was very moved, with expectation in her eyes, and said to me sincerely: thank you, thank you! I'm fine.

I really had a good time today. I think I took a shower. I will come out again when I have time. We are under the same roof, bathed in sunshine.

We encourage each other in study and help each other in life. The friendship between classmates shines in our hearts like warm sunshine. We should cherish friendship and the little things between classmates.

Cherish the wonderful childhood.

8. The composition is full of twists and turns. Wow, that's great. I can have a composition class again today. I'm so happy! I am thinking happily. Teacher Pan came into the classroom and looked at everyone with a smile. But I always feel that the teacher's face is still a little mysterious. I think: it must be another interesting composition. At this time, the teacher said solemnly, "Everyone likes playing computer so much that I will let you see it once today." "Great!" "Yes!" Cheers filled the whole classroom at once. Some students jumped up happily, some students shouted the name of the game they wanted to play, and some students hugged each other excitedly. My computer nerd is happier at the same table. While cheering, you and he also made very violent movements, just like a crazy lion. But I am not happy. There are only seven composition classes during the holiday. It's a pity to delete one. Although I used to like watching TV and playing computer. However, because my eyes are short-sighted, my parents won't let me play or watch. Slowly, I got used to it. Now I turn my interest to reading extracurricular books and writing compositions. Alas, if only Mr. Pan could take back what he said just now! Just as the students were happy, Teacher Pan suddenly picked up the chalk and wrote the words "extremely happy" on the blackboard. Then he turned and said, "This is the topic of our composition today. Please write down the scene just now. " I see. I was overjoyed and secretly admired the teacher's brilliant plan. However, the students were happy in vain, and this time they were dejected and despondent, like a deflated ball.

9. The twists and turns of the composition will give you an example:

My sister has a beautiful box of colored pencils, 18 color, which I borrowed when drawing. The color is really bright and easy to use.

When she went to school one afternoon, she found that this box of colored pens was missing, so she thought I had taken it. I ignored her because I didn't take it, and she screamed and cried. Grandpa believed it when he knew it, and asked me to give it back to my sister. I said I didn't take it, and grandpa asked me to open my schoolbags and check them one by one. The result is still no, because I really didn't take it.

On the way to school, she looked sad when she cried. I feel very uneasy, angry and upset. I think my sister is unreasonable and my grandfather is unfair. So I am not convinced, and the more I think about it, the more excited I am. After school, I want to tell right from wrong with my sister and find out the truth. When we got to school, I thought the teacher usually taught us to be calm and not rude. So I slowly calmed down and thought of a question: why does my sister have to ask me to take it? After careful consideration, I asked her to give me the marker before dinner the day before yesterday. When she refused, I put it on the stool in the living room.

I told these things to my grandfather when I got home. Grandpa believed that I didn't take it, and asked me to help me find it carefully. I turned from my chair to the table and found this box of colored pens beside the TV in the hall. It turned out that a guest happened to come that night. Grandma saw the colored pen on the stool and picked it up and put it there. My sister didn't look for it at all, and thought I took it, so there was a misunderstanding.

This storm has given me great inspiration: when being misunderstood or wronged, being angry, sad and sad can't solve the problem, but needs to be calm. As long as careful analysis, careful memory will really be like the truth.

A wave of three-fold composition

Wow, great, I can have a composition class again today. I'm so happy! I am thinking happily.

Teacher Pan came into the classroom and looked at everyone with a smile. But I always feel that the teacher's face is still a little mysterious. I think: it must be another interesting composition. At this time, the teacher said solemnly, "Everyone likes playing computer so much that I will let you see it once today." "Great!" "Yes!" Cheers filled the whole classroom at once. Some students jumped up happily, some students shouted the name of the game they wanted to play, and some students hugged each other excitedly. My computer nerd is happier at the same table. While cheering, you and he also made very violent movements, just like a crazy lion.

But I am not happy. There are only seven composition classes during the holiday. It's a pity to delete one. Although I used to like watching TV and playing computer. However, because my eyes are short-sighted, my parents won't let me play or watch. Slowly, I got used to it. Now I turn my interest to reading extracurricular books and writing compositions. Alas, if only Mr. Pan could take back what he said just now!

Just as the students were happy, Teacher Pan suddenly picked up the chalk and wrote the words "extremely happy" on the blackboard. Then he turned and said, "This is the topic of our composition today. Please write down the scene just now. " I see. I was overjoyed and secretly admired the teacher's brilliant plan. However, the students were happy in vain, and this time they were dejected and despondent, like a deflated ball.

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I hope I can help you.