The fifth grade composition knowledge fascinates me with 3 words.

Reading really fascinates me. The world is like a kaleidoscope of colors, and all kinds of things fascinate people. My friend, when you step into this world, is there anything that fascinates you? Yes, there are many things that fascinate me. I can tell you loudly that I am fascinated by reading. Some people think, what is a book? The book is a piece of waste paper. I don't think so. The book has its own real interest. It really fascinates me. I don't know when I fell in love with reading. From learning "one, two, three" in grade one to "day, month and mountain", the literacy is obviously much more, and the thirst for knowledge is also much more. Ah! Reading really fascinates me. From a small comic book to a thick novel, books have witnessed my fascination. These different books bring me different tastes, including the intriguing fairy tales, the atrix's martial arts novels and the jokes that make me laugh. Among them, I like reading detective novels best. Once, I bought a detective novel, a thick one. I sat on the bed, absorbed in reading, thinking about why his face changed color in that article. It was not long before I learned that he was wearing a transparent mask, and under the reflection of different lights, he would change with the color of the lights, which really made people feel happy. At this time, the door suddenly opened, and my mother came back from work and asked me if you had eaten. I remembered that I didn't eat, and I unconsciously saw it from 8 o'clock in the morning to 2 o'clock in the afternoon. However, I ate a meal in my mind. On another occasion, my cousin gave me some reconnaissance novels, and I couldn't finish reading them all in one day, so I took them to the classroom to read. In math class, when the teacher was explaining positive numbers and negative numbers, I was looking at the reconnaissance novel "The Story of a Juvenile in Jintian". Why can I reconnect them at the broken bridge, but I can do it with one hand? When the teacher asked me a question, I suddenly shouted, "Ah! I see, why didn't I think of it? " The students shouted and laughed loudly. Some people said, "Teacher, this big fool who loves to read detective novels is being silly again." The teacher came to my seat and said, "Come to me after class." I lamented in my heart that "I will be scolded again ... If I don't read detective novels one day, I may be crazy, maybe crazy. I can't imagine. Ah! I really love reading. Reading really fascinates me! Writing really fascinates me. I like my primary school Chinese teacher, her smile, her words and her comments on my articles. Therefore, I have been fascinated by writing since then. My Chinese teacher is 23 years old and she is very beautiful. I like to call her sister at ordinary times, and she accepts it gladly. I have been dancing, painting and accordion in primary school, but I have no long-term interest. I can't stand it. I always feel that the accordion's boring music has framed me, which makes me unable to move. They are not only boring but also boring. I like writing, like the dance of Chinese characters, the lines of punctuation marks, and the music written by rhetorical devices. I prefer to sit quietly in my room and write, looking at the blue sky, looking at autumn and writing, which enriches all my after-school life. Every time I write an article, I like to work with my classmates. She also patiently read and commented on me. I like the teacher's sincere comments and sincere guidance on my articles, so I constantly use my spare time to write compositions and diaries. The teacher told me that life is gorgeous and nature is colorful. She also told me that everything can be felt in all directions, such as seeing, smelling, listening and touching. She told me that as long as I pay attention to observation, I can see the smallest things, she told me. I fell in love with writing. After I graduated from primary school, I sorted out all the articles in primary school, bound them carefully, and gave them to her. I also sorted out all the small poems I wrote and gave them to her. I remember that the longest article I wrote was a fairy tale. At that time, when my mind was hot, I wrote a story of more than 1 thousand words in more than two months. The name of the book was. It was a bit like writing that I was involved in a summer camp because of bragging. After experiencing many incredible things, I was unfortunately blown down by the wind to a magical story on an indigenous island. After she knew it, she always gave me support and encouragement to keep my article going. Since then, I have more confidence in writing. Maybe this is my fate with writing! Therefore, I am more fascinated by writing! Reading famous books fascinates me. I like listening to stories, but since I went to school, my mother has stopped telling me. Instead, she asked me to borrow books from the library every week and read them for myself. I always like to pick some books like fairy tales, little princesses or comics. My mother suggested that I read some famous books, but I don't like them. When can I finish reading those books, which are thick and heavy? During the second grade summer vacation, my mother borrowed a copy of Robinson Crusoe, and she read a passage to me before going to bed every day. Gradually, I was deeply attracted by the plot in the story. When Robinson drifted to a desert island, I was extremely worried about his fate. Mom only reads a short paragraph every day, so I can't wait to read it by myself. If I don't know the words, I will look them up in the dictionary. Later, I learned that Robinson not only survived tenaciously, but also rescued the local Spanish victims. When he returned to his motherland safely with a loyal Friday, he had been away from home for 35 years. Many years later, when Robinson went out to sea for business again and passed through the desert island where he lived, the sailors and Spaniards who stayed on the island had settled down and thrived. After reading it, I can't help cheering for him! After a year, I read the original version of Robinson Crusoe again, and there are some more vivid details in it that are memorable. After that summer vacation, I became addicted to reading famous books. So far, I have probably read more than twenty books, and the one that gives me the most happiness is Two Wan Li under the Sea. That bizarre fantasy makes me dream that I am walking in a coral reef in a diving suit at night, and the floating kelp suddenly becomes strips of hairtail. How interesting! Uncle Tom's Cabin made me understand the tragic fate of the black slave. When he was beaten alive, I cried sadly. Seeing his former master take him away for burial, I felt the true feelings of the world again. The book that has given me the longest knowledge should be Five Thousand Years of China. My mother posted a map of China and a map of the world beside my bed. Every time I read a historical story, my mother and I tried to find the place where it happened on the map. It was as interesting as riding a "time machine"! After reading the book, a map of China has gradually taken shape in my memory. Recently, I was watching Anne on the Green Mountain Wall. Anne is a poor little orphan girl, but she has a very rich imagination. She enriches her spiritual world with beautiful fantasies. Her happy and enterprising attitude finally makes her an excellent and kind person and has her own happy life. I hope I can have strong expressive ability and rich imagination like her. I like reading famous books. One famous book is like a piece of accumulated cheese, which fascinates me. I, a girl who loves music by nature, have a special feeling and persistence for music. I like both classical and modern music. Classical music, in fact, is very classic, which makes people memorable after listening; Modern pop music can make us feel a youthful vitality, so it attracts young people. When I have nothing to do, I just play some beautiful music, then lie on the sofa and listen to music without doing anything, which is also quite good. However, when I am tired, I mostly listen to classical music, because it can make me more relaxed; When I am happy, of course, I listen to something popular. Among pop music, I like rock music best. I can't help it. Who told me that I am also a bit wild? I like this feeling of freedom and freedom, just as I love my own kind, hehe! I also like to express my emotions with music. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will go to the piano and sit down, put my hand on the keys, and let the wonderful and intoxicating music flow from my fingers. I was intoxicated with it and forgot all my worries. Before I knew it, my mood was much better. When I am in a good mood, I will also play the piano. Of course, the music played at this time is very cheerful. I want to express my inner joy with this joyful music. Mom and dad often say that if you want to know my mood, just listen to the tune I play. Indeed, I like to express my emotions with the sound of the piano. Different moods make different tunes. When I'm sad, the music I play inevitably has a bit of sadness; But when I am happy, all the songs that pop up are very lively, which makes people understand how happy I am at this time. How lucky I am! I often say to myself in my heart. Isn't it? I was born in this age of rich music. I can hear the music I want to listen to, understand the music I love, and play one or two songs that satisfy me at any time. Life is really wonderful! It's great to have music! Musicians who write music for people, thank you! If it weren't for you, how could we hear these classic songs now? Music is also a way for us to communicate our feelings. I can't imagine how boring it would be without music in this world! Without music, there would be no happiness, and the world would be dead and lifeless. Music is so important to us! My world is made up of notes and music. I like music, I like to indulge in it, I like to understand the story behind it, I like to shut myself in the room and listen to my favorite music ... In short, I am willing to feel, understand and practice everything as long as it is related to music. In my body, the blood of music is flowing, and every inch of my skin is closely related to music. I believe that one day, I will have a pair of wings of music and fly me to my own music heaven. Music, music, you really fascinate me! Chinese painting really fascinates me. I have a colorful brush in my hand. Its power is infinite. It draws children's paintings with childlike innocence. It is a Chinese painting with black and white colors. It depicts the colorful world of my painting. From the moment I was born, I had an indissoluble bond with it. Until now, I have been studying painting for 8 years! Among all kinds of painting categories, Chinese painting is the one that fascinates me the most. By chance, when I saw the Chinese paintings of the great painter He Shuifa, I seemed to be attracted by the magnet and became fascinated by Chinese paintings. It didn't take long for me to learn from Mr. James Zhang. "Everything is difficult at the beginning." At first, basic exercises are very important. That day, Teacher Zhang asked us to draw bamboo. I can't even hold a picture in Lian Bi, let alone draw it. Watching other students pull out a strong bamboo pole that has just entered, and the pen moves back and forth freely in their hands, I am secretly worried. There is no way, try it yourself. Unexpectedly, the bamboo pole was crooked and soft after I painted it. In the eyes of my classmates, I saw ridicule; In the eyes of the teacher, I saw encouragement. The teacher led me to draw a bamboo pole hand in hand, and I suddenly felt it and was suddenly enlightened. When I got home, I practiced sleepless nights. Practice, practice ... Finally, one day, the writing brush manipulated nature in my hands. Originally bamboo poles were like caterpillars, but now they have become small soldiers with tall and straight fighting postures. Looking at my small room, white rice paper is painted with twisted black lines, and paper flowers are flying all over the sky. But I think it's worth it. I have the courage and motivation to learn Chinese painting and inherit China culture. The following learning castles were all broken by my "warrior". I learned beautiful begonia flowers, magnificent peonies, strange peaks and rocks, birds and animals ... I was immersed in this wonderful world of ink and wash. Hard work will pay off after all. My traditional Chinese paintings are exhibited on campus; For foreign friends ... But I didn't stop, and I continued to draw and draw. I am more and more obsessed with Chinese painting. I think, only after experiencing, can we find out the real fun of everything. I am deeply fascinated by Chinese painting, not only because of the charm of this ink world itself, but also because I have experienced, worked hard and gained. I am enjoying this process. Chinese painting really fascinates me! ! I have been in contact with basketball since the first day of junior high school, but I always pay attention to any basketball game and news in front of the TV, such as passing, fast break, dunking and blocking. I always watch these moves with relish. I remember that one day in this year's NBA playoffs, I waited until late to watch a game between the Rockets and Jazz, and I was always excited during the game, cheering for the Rockets. Come on, rocket! "reverberated in the empty room, and the game was very fierce. In just a few minutes, the rocket opened the score." Facing such a strong enemy, the rocket was so calm, "I thought to myself. Just as I was secretly proud, the Jazz was furious. With overwhelming force, I won the rocket at one fell swoop and immediately equalized the score. The two teams returned to the starting point. The first half was over. I immediately went to drink a few mouthfuls of water and ate something, for the better of the rocket. The Rockets rallied again, scored more than ten points in a row, and opened the gap again. But the Jazz was not a vegetarian, but he attacked wildly at one stroke and overtook the score. I was very worried. The Rockets might be defeated. I couldn't stop cheering for the Rockets. But the fact can't be changed. The Rockets lost, and it ended here, and the room became silent. Although the Rockets lost, they have made great progress compared with before .. ! The next morning, I went downstairs to play, and I heard someone discussing who had a big fight last night. When I think about it, I keep flashing wonderful pictures of the game in my mind. "Yes, I should think about it for everyone! "Thinking silently in my heart. The world belongs to everyone, and people can't just do it for themselves. 1. Photos really fascinate me? Some people say that life is like a book, but I say that photos are the most beautiful illustrations in that book. Inscription (1) Photos I like to look at some strange photos on the Internet, not beautiful scenery, but all kinds of people or things. Hands, it's normal. And the hand in the photo is the most beautiful. There is an old hand holding a milk cup. I think it must be a mother's hand, bringing a cup of fragrant milk to the hard-working child. Another hand is smooth and tender. I think it is a baby's hand, as pure as her heart. There is also a hand holding a book. I think it must be a student's hand. His hand is not only holding a book, but also holding a key to open the door to wisdom. (2) Photos-The Old Man An old man with silver hair stood there in a dull way. The photos were black and white. I could only see the detailed and lonely background of the old man, but I didn't see the old man's face, but I could imagine what kind of old face it was and what kind of lonely eyes looked at the other side of the street. Maybe I couldn't imagine the story behind it, but I could see whether the lonely background was familiar and whether there were the same photos in our lives. (3) photo-the golden light of the butterfly shines on the most beautiful wings, and a butterfly is emerging from its cocoon. It flies so proudly, but it doesn't have a trace of nostalgia. It shows its wings heartily. When I see this photo, I marvel at the courage of the butterfly breaking out of its cocoon and its beautiful wings. I can only see the cocoon shell alone there. I think maybe the butterfly has been cocooned for too long. It will not miss the "home" that has lived for so long. I vaguely heard the cocoon shell say to the beautiful butterfly, "it's been a long time."