A composition containing audio-visual words.

During the Spring Festival, adults and children are very happy. People bought many whips and fireworks to celebrate the festival. We made an appointment with our neighbors upstairs to set off firecrackers in the community square. The fire whipped a little, leaving only a crackling sound. The air was filled with a smell of gunpowder, and the birds in the tree flew away in fear. There is a kind of celestial cannon, which emits a "zi zi" sound after ignition, then goes straight into the sky with a bang and explodes in the air. Next to the fountain in the center of the community, the fountain water column is ringing, which seems to be a beautiful song to celebrate the festival. We put many fireworks tubes beside the fountain. After the fire was lit, fireworks came one after another, and colorful flowers bloomed in the sky, and the children cried with joy. I have not finished my words yet. I slept at night and had a sweet dream.

Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a headache, but I found the fun of cooking today.

On my way home, I saw the wind whistling and the leaves rustling.

As soon as I got to the corridor, a wisp of fragrance went straight to my nostrils, and I immediately ran up in one breath.

When I pushed the door, I saw my mother cooking braised pork! I saw my mother turn on the tap, wash the meat and put it on the chopping board, with fat meat standing in a row and lean meat standing in a row.

When the hot pot is steaming, pour a little oil, and my mother will "jingle" it with a shovel a few times, and the oil will be evenly spread all over the bottom of the pot. When the fat is put into the pot, it will explode with heat. When Brother Skinny laughed at the fat, he poured it into the pot with a splash, and the fat and lean meat rolled up and down on the spatula.

Immediately, a black pot cover rushed at them and everyone cooked together in the pot.

After a while, my mother lifted the lid and poured in soy sauce and sugar. The meat was dyed red and the pot was bubbling.

After cooking for a while, when the soup was almost sucked dry by the meat, my mother sprinkled some salt and turned it over while frying. The red sauce makes the meat sticky, and the braised pork is finally ready! When the aroma permeates the whole kitchen, the braised pork has been smacked into the plate, and I, a greedy kitten, have put a piece in my mouth and chewed it. With a gentle bite, the oil of braised pork came out and almost burned my mouth! What a wonderful kitchen symphony!

The original composition of onomatopoeia] (Onomatopoeia composition) Thunderstorms, children's faces, the weather changes as they say.

Just now, the sun was baking the asphalt road, even the air was hot, and people were everywhere. Too thirsty! " Sound, one foot on the asphalt road, will print shallow footprints.

A drop of sweat fell to the ground, just like sprinkling it on a hungry and hot stove, turned into white smoke with a "zi" and suddenly disappeared.

After a while, a strong wind blew, and the wind whined and the leaves rustled.

Some branches are broken.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Raindrops the size of beans crackled on the window.

Lightning doesn't like the human world It "splits" the boundless sky with hundreds of millions of loads of current, as if cutting a dark waterfall. Tripterygium wilfordii didn't like the world, and he flew into a rage and launched a "rumble" sound that resounded through the sky.

After the shower, everything was calm again.

In the street, the noise of people "jabbering"; Birds are chirping on the branches.

It's really lively! Oh, this is a natural play, a wonderful play!

Today is the weekend, I don't have to go to school, so I seldom sleep late, so I don't get up until 9 o'clock.

The first thing I did after I went downstairs was to look at the small blackboard-our language interactive board, which was to look at the message board to see if there were any messages.

Because mom and dad are not at home, they will definitely leave me a message.

Sure enough, there is a passage on the blackboard: "Ningning, your father and I go out to do something, don't come back for dinner at noon, the dishes and recipes are on the table, you solve your gastrointestinal problems yourself, and there is a reward at night-mom stays."

"After reading it, my heart plopped up and fell to the ground with a plop.

However, I still said to myself: "Ningning, come on!" " I started making breakfast.

I decided to make a square omelet.

First of all, I poured some oil into the pot and slammed on the fire to make the range hood turn.

After a while, the oil became hot. I gently cracked the eggshell, broke it with my hand, and put the egg white and yolk into the pot. At this moment, the pan made a sizzling sound, which scared me.

I quickly found a shovel "bang bang" to break the egg and "zi zi" to turn it over.

Oh, Huang Cancan's eggs are ripe.

I scooped up the eggs with a shovel and put them on the prepared cake, then coated them with peanut butter and served them to the table to enjoy.

"Bang, bang, bang", and soon I finished this delicious omelet.

The omelet I made was delicious, but the eggs were a little mushy and my mouth was full of peanut butter, which was embarrassing.

At noon, I made fried rice with cucumber and eggs.

Mom and dad came back and praised my fried rice and rewarded me with an hour to play computer games.

I giggled.

Write a composition with onomatopoeia. It rained in the dog days, and the child's face and weather changed.

Just now, the sun was baking the asphalt road, even the air was hot, and people were everywhere. Too thirsty! " Sound, one foot on the asphalt road, will print shallow footprints.

A drop of sweat fell to the ground, just like sprinkling it on a hungry and hot stove, turned into white smoke with a "zi" and suddenly disappeared.

After a while, a strong wind blew, and the wind whined and the leaves rustled.

Some branches are broken.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Raindrops the size of beans crackled on the window.

Lightning doesn't like the human world It "splits" the boundless sky with hundreds of millions of loads of current, as if cutting a dark waterfall. Tripterygium wilfordii didn't like the world, and he flew into a rage and launched a "rumble" sound that resounded through the sky.

After the shower, everything was calm again.

In the street, the noise of people "jabbering"; Birds are chirping on the branches.

It's really lively! Oh, this is a natural play, a wonderful play!

Today is the weekend, I don't have to go to school, so I seldom sleep late, so I don't get up until 9 o'clock.

The first thing I did after I went downstairs was to look at the small blackboard-our language interactive board, which was to look at the message board to see if there were any messages.

Because mom and dad are not at home, they will definitely leave me a message.

Sure enough, there is a passage on the blackboard: "Ningning, your father and I go out to do something, don't come back for dinner at noon, the dishes and recipes are on the table, you solve your gastrointestinal problems yourself, and there is a reward at night-mom stays."

"After reading it, my heart plopped up and fell to the ground with a plop.

However, I still said to myself: "Ningning, come on!" " I started making breakfast.

I decided to make a square omelet.

First of all, I poured some oil into the pot and slammed on the fire to make the range hood turn.

After a while, the oil became hot. I gently cracked the eggshell, broke it with my hand, and put the egg white and yolk into the pot. At this moment, the pan made a sizzling sound, which scared me.

I quickly found a shovel "bang bang" to break the egg and "zi zi" to turn it over.

Oh, Huang Cancan's eggs are ripe.

I scooped up the eggs with a shovel and put them on the prepared cake, then coated them with peanut butter and served them to the table to enjoy.

"Bang, bang, bang", and soon I finished this delicious omelet.

The omelet I made was delicious, but the eggs were a little mushy and my mouth was full of peanut butter, which was embarrassing.

At noon, I made fried rice with cucumber and eggs.

Mom and dad came back and praised my fried rice and rewarded me with an hour to play computer games.

I giggled.

...

There will be a grand concert in the forest.

Frogs, Xiaohua Mall, goats, dogs and birds all took part.

The game has already started.

Xiaohua Mall was the first one to go on stage. She crept onto the stage in a beautiful flowered skirt and sang softly, "Go, go, let's go for an outing hand in hand, meow, meow ..." Next, the little frog came on stage, dressed in a green suit, singing with her mouth wide open: "Quack, quack, there is only a mother in the world.

The owner of the tiger invited fireflies to make lanterns on the tree with the beautiful peacock as the background. The animal concert began and the audience applauded warmly.

The first people on stage were cats and dogs.

Look, the dog is wearing a suit and a red bow tie, and the cat is wearing a beautiful princess dress. How beautiful! The dog opened its throat and sang "Two Butterflies", while the cat whirled. ...

A composition with sound words. Dad went home as soon as he got off work, knocked at the door, opened the door and went into the kitchen.

There was a quarrel between the faucet and the basin, and a lot of water was put in. Little green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath.

The gas stove crackled and the flame went out.

The oil jumped "zi zi", the little green vegetable jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel stirred it "Ding Ding", as if greeting my dear iron pot brother.

Add seasoning, dad "clangs" out of the plate, puts the small vegetables in, and a plate of delicious small vegetables is ready.

Dad took the vegetables to the table and went into the kitchen.

The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together. Dad put on gloves and put his hand into the washbasin to wash the blood off the bones.

Bang, bang, bang. The bone was cut into small pieces.

Dad took half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove and started to burn. Then he put the bone in, put some onions, some yellow wine, some salt and some vinegar on it for half an hour.

Half an hour passed, my father opened the lid, took out a large cup, put the soup in and served it. After cooking two dishes, my mother came back and the three of us had dinner together.

When I hear the word fireworks, my eyes will see colorful patches, some like blooming flowers, some like golden light rushing into the sky like a sword, and some like smiling faces blooming in the night sky.

Red, blue, gold, colorful flowers, colorful smiling faces, the sky suddenly turned into a big flower bed, really beautiful! In class today, Mr. Bai said that there would be a "fireworks" performance, which is impossible. I have a few question marks in my heart. Why does Mr. Bai have fireworks? Even if there are fireworks, you can't put them in the teacher's place in broad daylight. If so, won't the house burn down? Don't Miss Bai know that there is a time limit for setting off fireworks? It's incredible.

God, it's so strange that the materials that Miss Bai took out to set off fireworks turned out to be oranges and candles! Can candles and oranges really set off fireworks? I can't believe it.

We wanted to see if this orange was real, so we went up and smelled it to make sure there was no Huoyao in it.

Then peel off the orange, everyone tastes it, and the sweet orange juice flows into the stomach from the corners of the mouth. Oh, how sweet! My mouth smells delicious orange.

The performance has begun.

Miss Bai lit the candle and put it on the candlestick.

The teacher pinched the orange peel and sprayed a few drops of orange juice on the candle. We immediately shouted, what's going on? Oh, my God, a miracle happened. The flame suddenly got bigger, only heard a "ding", and scattered "fireworks" splashed on the candlelight. It's amazing! At the same time, we smelled a fragrance, and the smell of oranges suddenly filled the whole classroom. Why? Oh, it turns out that there is vegetable oil in the orange peel to support the burning of fire. When we pinch the orange peel, oil will splash on the fire, making the flame glow instantly, forming a beautiful scene of small sparks flying around.

Wow, what a magical "fireworks" performance.

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