What happened to him? Grade five composition 10.

What happened to him? Fifth grade composition (1): He is very sad.

Wang Wei is my good friend. He is an optimist. He smiles all day. No matter who he meets, he always smiles. I thought: he shouldn't be sad! However, that time, he was sad. That afternoon, we were preparing for a math class. Teacher Chen, the head teacher, suddenly came to the classroom and called Wang Wei out. I thought to myself: Did Teacher Chen criticize Wang Wei for making any serious mistakes? Looking at Wang Wei's calm appearance when he went out, I thought: Wang Wei has always been a good student in the eyes of teachers, and teachers should not criticize him. Teacher Chen may have other important things to ask him.

After a while, I didn't see Wang Weijin in the classroom, so I looked out anxiously. I saw that the smile on Wang Wei's face standing at the door of the classroom was gone, his eyes were red and his face was heavy. Look at teacher Chen's expression again, and it doesn't look like losing his temper. I looked at the smiling face doubtfully. At this time, Wang Wei was a little pale, his mouth was slightly open, tears were swirling in his eyes, and his body was trembling slightly. The teacher patted him on the shoulder as if to comfort him. What happened in the end, and Wang Wei was so sad?

Finally, Wang Wei walked slowly into the classroom. We went on with our class and suddenly felt that something was missing from this class. When I realized that Wang Wei's voice was gone, I looked at him, only to see his drooping head in his right hand, his eyes empty, and his face was depressed and depressed, completely losing his old look. Wang Wei's father picked him up after class.

Later I heard that Wang Wei's grandmother passed away that day. Alas, people are not vegetation, who can be ruthless? No wonder he is so sad. His grandmother should love him very much. I always thought that he, an optimist, would never be sad, but he just wasn't.

What happened to him? Grade five composition (2): She is very happy.

I have a good friend at school. She doesn't like laughing very much. Maybe she is shy! After class, playing games, she didn't laugh. She told a joke and she didn't laugh. Her shy and serious face is like a blooming flower. So, I came up with a game: rocks, scissors and cloth. Whoever loses, the winner will beat the loser in 3 seconds. If he doesn't fight within 3 seconds, the loser can fight back. I went to see her and explained the rules. She listened to me carefully. With her little lips half open, she nodded quickly and nervously agreed. We started the first round, and I said, "Rock, scissors, paper!" " I won. I tapped her in three seconds. She was suddenly nervous and excited and said, "I will win this game!" " I confidently replied: "Good!" "Rock, scissors, cloth!" I won this game again, but she finished it in 3 seconds. I wondered, "No way, didn't I win?" I asked in confusion, "Did you win?" Seeing the question mark on my face, she laughed for a long time. Then she said shyly, "Hee hee, you won, but I hit you." Serious face, emerge a trace of warmth. At this moment, I found that she just smiled, smiled easily and was in full bloom. So we went on to play the second round excitedly and nervously, "Rock, paper, scissors!" " I won again. However, I heard another bang and she hit me again. I said helplessly, "I won." "So I heard her smile and say," Okay, okay, I'm so nervous. " She said shyly. Let's play the third round, "Rock, scissors, paper! "She won, but I was afraid that she would hit me again, so I quickly hit her. However, when we looked at it, it turned out that she won and was really "taken into the ditch". We all laughed.

She finally smiled happily!

What happened to him? Fifth grade composition (3): He was intoxicated.

One day last year, my mother and I went to the National Grand Theatre and listened to a concert by the Orchestra of the Berlin National Opera House. Hardly had we sat down when the lights at the scene dimmed. In a short time, the "protagonist" conductor swaggered onto the stage-he was the world conductor daniel barenboim. See barenboim made a gesture to the band, the performance began in an orderly way.

At first, I was not interested in this kind of music, but I felt a little bored. But gradually, I was unconsciously attracted by the music being played.

I don't know when my eyes shifted to the stage. At this moment, I was shocked. Command daniel barenboim stood upright, like a tree. His head is shaking, his face is smiling, his eyes are narrowing, and his whole expression is intoxicated. His hand is also swinging wildly, pointing to the left, and the music on the left is flooding the audience; Point to the right, and the player on the right will be passionate. And his body swings from side to side with the rhythm of music, which seems to be a part of music. His ears are full of music, as if he can't hear other sounds; His eyes only have music, and everything else seems to be air. He has been completely immersed in this music.

Just as I was thinking, my mother's voice pulled me back from appreciation to reality: "Hey, what are you thinking? Rest. " I asked my mother, "Mom, why is that conductor so drunk?" "That's because he loves music! We are all the same, no matter what you learn, as long as you love it, it will make you intoxicated! " Mom replied.

Yes! Isn't it because you like reading that you are intoxicated?

What happened to him? Fifth grade composition (4): She was intoxicated.

My sister likes reading. She is a bookworm. One weekend night, dad came back, put a hand behind his back and said, guess what I brought back. My sister said, "It's a book." Dad said, "Guess what book it is again? I'll give you a few hints: it's a fantasy novel, and it's a book about interesting underwater adventures. " "Two Wan Li sea can't be wrong. There must be two Wan Li under the sea. " The elder sister scrambled to say. "That's right." Dad took out his book. I am not convinced, but I admire my sister.

When my father was about to hand me the book, it was too late, but it was too fast. My sister rushed to my father and was the first to arrive. In the face of my "strong" sister, I had no choice but to go back to my room, pick up the "historical cartoon" that I read over and over again and watch it bored. When I was studying, I laughed, lamented, surprised and hissed in the room next to my sister ... Listen, I was crawling around like a bug in my heart, and a cat's paw was scratching. I couldn't help it, so I crept away from my sister's door. My sister didn't hear me. She sat motionless at her desk like a statue, and her eyes seemed to glow, trying to catch something from the book. I approached quietly and looked down. My sister, who was buried in a book, seemed stunned and still didn't see me.

So I also want to see what is written in the book. Looking at it, I can't help but imitate the characters in the book and say, "How long?" Unexpectedly, my sister replied, "Six meters long." I added, "Doesn't it have eight wrists and feet on its head and move like a snake?" My sister said, "Exactly." I couldn't help laughing when I watched my sister completely intoxicated in the magical world under the sea. Sister let out a scream, understood and smiled.

This is the elder sister who can deeply indulge in books. Don't you think she is a happy little bookworm?

What happened to him? Fifth grade composition (5): She smiled.

In the noisy vegetable market, the lights are brightly lit and the crowd is boiling. It's just that before her food stall, it was quite bleak. I looked at it. It was an old woman, and her hair was covered with dandelions flying from afar. Dandelion had taken root and sprouted on her head. She sat in front of a humble food stall in a simple and trembling posture ... actually, it was not a food stall, but she took two broken baskets and put a pile of dried Chinese cabbage.

You see, the cabbage next door is inlaid with water drops the size of beans, which may be fresher by comparison. There is only the old lady's house in the whole market. They are small, dry and withered, just like cabbages from other planets. They are so different.

I watched it silently for a long time, and there was a sea of people. The old woman's food stall was like a needle, very slim. The old woman doesn't seem to be in a hurry, just taking a nap and stretching her legs, which is very comfortable.

Time is slowly brewing. An old aunt is standing in the middle of the market and looking around. She saw that the old woman's cabbage was old, small and thin, abnormal, really abnormal, and went straight to the old woman's food stall.

The old aunt asked the old woman how to sell it. The old woman said frankly, "It's very cheap. Do you buy the price? " The old aunt grabbed a few trees at random-the old woman stuffed cabbage into the bag with trembling hands.

The old aunt flew away and immediately came to my side, whispering, "She is my mother. She has Alzheimer's disease this year and told her not to go home and rest, insisting on earning money to support her family ... "

The old woman looked at a corner and her mouth rose-she smiled.

What happened to him? Fifth grade composition (6): She smiled.

A smile on the sports field remains in my memory and is unforgettable. My teacher is a serious and strict person. I see her face serious every day, as if something sad made her sad. She hasn't laughed a few times in three years. Even if she smiles once in a while, the time is very short, and she disappears from her face in a second, which is as difficult as a treasure.

In a sports competition, the sun was as fierce as a fireball, and the ground was almost burnt. Athletes can't stand it as soon as they play. It was dark after the game. When it was my turn to go on stage, the teacher gave me a chocolate and told me to do my best. It doesn't matter if this is the first time. I took the elixir of life and was full of strength.

When it was time for my long jump, she encouraged me: "Do your best, don't be too stressed, ok?" "Ok, I'll try my best!" I clenched my fist.

I measured the steps first, and then flew forward like a tiger. Who knew that I had crossed the line? At that time, my heart was cold and I walked to the starting point in frustration. It's like I'm carrying a big mountain. She came to encourage me again, patted me on the shoulder, and her mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile. I am calm again and full of confidence.

I took another big step forward, and when I reached the border, I jumped out with all my strength. "Wow, that's amazing." I turned around and saw how I jumped so far and broke my record. I won the championship in the long jump. When the medal hung around my neck, honor came to me. On the platform, the breeze blew and she smiled. I saw her smile clearly.

What happened to him? Fifth grade composition (7): He cried.

This Thursday afternoon, when we were in the composition class, Wang Jiajun cried. In the composition class on Thursday afternoon, Teacher Qin asked us to tell an impressive story about our growth. The students stood up one by one and told their stories.

Wang Jiajun stood up and told his little story. He said that one day, grandpa had something to go to the brick factory. He ignored his mother's stop and clamored to follow him. Finally, he followed his grandfather to the brick factory. When Wang Jiajun arrived at the brick factory, he saw such a big place and thought: We can have a good time. While he was playing hard, he didn't know that danger was approaching him quietly-the bricks on his head were crumbling. At this critical moment, the old man next to him saw it. Regardless of his own safety, he rushed to push Wang Jiajun away, but his leg was hurt by falling bricks.

When Wang Jiajun said this, he stopped, his eyes turned red, his voice sobbed, and then his tears are not obedient flowed slowly. He regretted not listening to his mother and hurting his beloved grandfather. ...

Hearing this, my nose is sour and my eyes are moist. Yes! In the process of our growth, how much effort our parents have paid for us! Their selfless dedication is only for our healthy growth. I thought: "Sheep have the grace to kneel and nurse, and crows have the meaning to feed back." We should study hard to repay our parents' kindness.

What happened to him? Fifth grade composition (8): He cried.

At noon, the weather is hot, and the puppy keeps sticking out its tongue and squeaking from time to time. I walked into the classroom with my schoolbag on my back, humming a tune in my mouth and putting my hands in my trouser pockets, looking like the boss. It's so hot, so hot, I'll take a small electric fan to cool myself down. Hey, there he is. My classmate is reading in the corridor. I walked up to him, picked up a small electric fan to make fun of him, and kept shaking it in front of him: "Come, I'll cool you down." He couldn't bear to be disturbed, so I made him lose his mind to study: "It's really hot, but you'd better use a small electric fan yourself." Said, and walked away.

Once the plan failed, I dropped by the faucet, filled some water in a bottle, and came to him again. When he wasn't looking, he opened the lid and squeezed the water bottle, and suddenly the water column was sprayed on him. He shouted, "Sick!" Suddenly, his eyes were wet, and he cried on the table, and his voice echoed in the classroom.

At that time, I realized my mistake and felt like a needle in my heart. I bowed to him to apologize. He looked up, his eyes red and swollen, and looked at me straight.

"We are good friends. I'm joking with you. Don't be angry. I will give you a small electric fan. "

"hmm." Gradually, he recovered his original mood and showed a bright smile. "But I don't want a small electric fan."

Back in my seat, I deeply blamed myself for doing such a boring thing. I hold a small electric fan and tell myself that I can't insult and bully my classmates from now on.

What happened to him? Fifth grade composition (9): He is angry.

The bell rang before the students came into the classroom one by one. But the classroom is full of chaotic voices, and there is no intention to calm down at all. Seeing that the teacher didn't come, the classroom was more joyful. It took the teacher three minutes to push the door in, but his face was wrong. The teacher stood on the platform, looking at the students and banging on the desk. The students just stopped and sat down. Two minutes later, the teacher just stared at the students and looked at the students who were confused and continued to whisper, without saying a word. I can see that the teacher is really angry.

After another minute, the teacher spoke: "Students, I was talking to the headmaster just now, so I came a little late.". What makes me unhappy is why the sixth grade classroom can be so quiet without a teacher. Why can't we? Why can't our class do what other classes can do? This is because some students in our class have developed bad habits since childhood! "

Then the teacher talked about our composition. "This time I went to the town to participate in the composition competition, and our class was selected. Just now, we were studying and guiding the students who participated in the competition and saw them off. You read too little, so your composition won't be so good. If you had formed a good habit of reading since childhood, you wouldn't be like this. Your fifth grade is a critical period for your physical, mental and emotional growth. If you are not careful, you will go astray. Your competitiveness is too weak, and you will be eliminated if you enter the society in the future. Now you rely on your parents and are in Zhuangzi Primary School, but you can't stay in your parents' arms forever, and you can't study in this primary school forever. I regret it, because if I hadn't left you in the third grade, you wouldn't have fallen into this state. But now I regret it. I really want to leave you now. But I really want to stay, because I like your class and hate it. " At some point, the teacher has lost the mood for class. Finally, the teacher gave us a secret appointment: "If you win the first place in the final exam, I will ask the school and I will take you to travel!"! " "

The students listened, but they didn't applaud happily and gave a long sigh. Because we have lost the confidence to compete with others. Nevertheless, my heart is full of bad feelings. I want to say to the teacher, "I'm sorry, teacher." Because you worked so hard for us. Thank you. We really learned a lot from you! I believe my classmates will be as determined to give you a satisfactory answer as I am, and can give you a satisfactory wish! "

What's wrong with him (10): He is angry.

One day last summer vacation, my mother took me to my aunt's house to play. When we came to my brother's house, he was playing remote-controlled racing. Seeing that this racing car is exquisite, I really want to lend it to my brother for a while. "Brother, can you lend me your remote-controlled racing car for a while?" I said to my brother. "Don't." My brother quickly rejected my request. "Well, how about we make a deal?" "What deal?" My brother seems very interested. "How about I trade an Altman CD for a 5-hour remote control car?" This is also a "good move" for my younger brother who has always liked Altman.

I got the remote-controlled racing car, and I made an obstacle by stacking cans. I started playing. I increased the horsepower of the racing car and rushed over to knock the cans off. But the back of the car is broken. I returned the racing car to my brother and apologized to him. But to no avail. My brother's face suddenly turned red. As his eyes turned red, his tears also fell. He was very wronged. My brother shouted at me: "You pay, you pay!" I curled my lips and said, "What's the big deal? I'll exchange CDs with you. " "No, you have to pay!" I got a little impatient and shouted at my brother, "What's the big deal? Why are you crying? " My brother suddenly froze, and the original "light rain" became a "heavy rain". I feel guilty crying. He still tugged at my skirt and insisted that I pay. My brother's crying attracted my mother, who recited the scriptures like a Tang priest!

Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have done this to my brother. I can still remember my brother's anger. It always reminds me not to play with other people's things.