Composition describing funny scenes

1. Compositions describing interesting scenes

"Crackling", the Spring Festival is here, and every household is setting off firecrackers and posting Spring Festival couplets.

People's faces are filled with joy Happy smiles, the beginning of this new year, indicate that we are one year older and good things are coming. Who is not happy? The children are even more excited, wearing new clothes and holding the New Year's money given by adults. I was going to have a good time. Visiting relatives, most people were eager to go.

But when everyone was happy, I was not happy. I heard the children shouting outside the house. , but I still hid in the bed and refused to get up. Think about it, who would want to leave the comfort of the bed! But before I felt comfortable enough, my mother had already shouted at the top of her voice to get up.

I pulled the quilt and covered my whole head, but to no avail, my mother had already walked into the room and issued an edict: "Today the whole family is going to grandma's house, hurry up and prepare!" "I am born introverted and don't want to visit relatives and friends, but I have no choice. Today is the second day of the lunar new year, so I have to go to my grandma's house to pay New Year greetings. Our whole family is ready to go.

Oh my God. ! Carrying a few big bags, you want to tire me out, but you have to carry them again, I was even more unhappy, and said: "You go ahead!" Anyway, I can't walk fast, I will keep up. "Carrying two heavy bags, I walked to my grandma's house.

The trip to grandma's house was all mountainous, which was quite tiring. After walking about two or three miles, I I put down my things, picked up my hand, and saw two red marks that couldn't be bent even if I moved them.

I was so angry that a bottle of unsatisfactory wine rolled out. When I got out, I picked it up and saw that there were a few small stains on the brand new label.

Finally, I arrived at my grandma’s house. They were talking and laughing, but I was alone. I hid in my room watching TV and thinking about my thoughts. A few days later, my grandma and her family came to my house. The gifts were all placed on the desk. I looked at them and looked at them... Ah, that bottle of wine! Was it me who took it away? There are still some traces on the label! It must be that bottle! I was stunned. The Spring Festival is a day for people to get married. It’s a grand day to visit friends, but who had the bad idea? Why should I give a Spring Festival gift? Isn’t it okay not to give it? And it ended up returning to my hands. That day, my hands were so sore, but I couldn’t carry it anymore. What’s the point of coming back? I really don’t understand why? I hope you won’t give this or that during the Spring Festival. There is no need to give any gifts during the Spring Festival, and it’s easier to visit relatives! An important custom is that relatives who rarely move around should be affectionate at this time.

Generally speaking, it is pleasant, but this article does not follow the crowd.

Of course, what’s even better is that a wise outlook on life is revealed in the disgust, which naturally eliminates some bad habits. 2. Write a 400-word essay on interesting scenes

The class ends in ten minutes. Now, the students happily came to the playground to play games.

Look! Some students played football, some jumped rubber bands, some threw sandbags, and some threw handkerchiefs... Suddenly, the playground was quiet. It became very lively. The most interesting thing was throwing sandbags. A dozen of my classmates and I went to the shade of a big tree to play sandbag throwing.

We were divided into four groups, each group. Four students stand in the middle, and four students stand on both sides. The rules of the game are: The students on both sides throw sandbags at the middle student.

Each student in the middle has three lives. If the person in the middle continues. A thrown sandbag can add one life. If it is hit by people on both sides, it will lose one life.

The students in the second group started to serve the "ball". Li Ruoyu was hit by the flying "ball" and lost one life immediately. What a pity! It's really unpleasant to lose at the beginning! Shi Yayu shouted loudly: "Everyone, please pay attention, you can only win this time, not lose!" Her voice really worked. The second time we met, everything changed immediately. Zhu Xueran and I both caught the opponent's "ball" ".

We defeated each other easily. Everyone was jumping and jumping, so happy! Then we swapped roles with each other and the "battle" began again.

We launched an attack. The opponent's Xu Longfei moved so slowly that I was a little anxious for her. I raised my hands, and like lightning, the "ball" flew towards the opponent's position. My heart was pounding, as if I was carrying a little rabbit. I was afraid that the opponent would catch it, and my "ball" actually hit the opponent's position. Killed two of the other team members.

Just like this, the "ball" was flying around on the field, and the students were jumping up and down, cheering. At this time, the class bell rang, and we had to retreat in a hurry. What a nostalgic class. Ten minutes. 3. Write an interesting scene

In the New Year of 2009, our class held a New Year's party.

I arrived at the class very early that day and found that our class was very beautifully decorated. The students were very happy. I said hello to everyone. At this time, Xu Jianjin, a young calligrapher in our class, handed me a small paper bag. I opened it and saw that it was a set of postcards of landscape paintings, painted by his father. His father was a famous calligrapher and painter. I looked at these exquisite postcards. I like the postcard very much and thank you profusely.

After a while, the classmates and teachers arrived, and the host announced the start of the party. The students were in high spirits, and exciting programs came one after another. When it was my turn, I performed a magic trick for everyone, and the students were all surprised. What impressed me the most was Yang Shuai's performance of playing the flute. It was his first time on stage. He just played the flute and the sound was very harsh. He looked at the flute and said to the host: "I forgot to add the diaphragm. Go and add it first." ". After a while, Yang Shuai came on stage, but he forgot to add water. We waited for a while, and finally we heard the sound of Yang Shuai's flute. It was not easy. Laughter and applause kept coming, and our class turned into a sea of ??joy.

This party was very interesting. I hope our party next year will be more exciting. 4. Composition about lively and interesting scenes

Lively Spring Festival

In my memory, Spring Festival is the most lively festival. Whenever I think of the Spring Festival, I think of the scene when my dad and I set off firecrackers during the Spring Festival last year. I remember that the adults were busy buying things for the New Year a few years ago, and my mother was shopping for groceries, making couplets, and making dumplings. We children are not as busy as adults. On New Year's Eve, my mother asked my father and I to put up Spring Festival couplets, and my father suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to buy firecrackers. The two of us decided to go downstairs to buy firecrackers together. When we came to the stall selling firecrackers, there were so many varieties of firecrackers! There are sky cannons, rotating cannons, thorn firecrackers, throwing cannons, salute cannons, black spider cannons, and big thunder cannons. . . . . . Anyway, there are endless varieties of firecrackers. My father bought me safer falling firecrackers and thorn firecrackers, crackling firecrackers and soaring cannons called Erkiji, as well as colorful fireworks and firecrackers. While walking on the road, I couldn't help but throw a few cannons on the ground. The cannons made a "pop" sound when they fell on the ground. I felt it was so fun. At noon, I heard the deafening sound of firecrackers. Dad also took out the firecrackers we bought. When I lit the fire, I heard the sound of firecrackers for the first time, and the sound of firecrackers echoed throughout the floor. I hid in the distance and covered my ears. It wasn't until the sound of firecrackers ended that I dared to walk closer and take a look. Then, Dad took out a second kicker, held it in his hand, lit it on fire and heard a "swish" sound. The second kicker rushed into the sky like a small rocket, and then exploded. I clapped my hands with joy. Is this how real rockets are launched into the sky? At night, the whole city is brightly lit and colorful fireworks shine in the sky. I lit a thorn firecracker, and the thorn firecrackers "thorned" sent out dazzling sparks. I started to dance with my hands, and the tattooed fireworks danced with my arms, creating shining halos.

Then, Dad started to set off the most beautiful fireworks and firecrackers. Light the fire and the colorful balls rush into the sky from the barrel of the fireworks cannon. They are so colorful and beautiful. Near the end, there was only a "bang" sound and a puff of black smoke came out from behind the barrel. My mother and I were shocked when we saw that my father’s hands and face were blackened by the smoke. My mother and I burst out laughing when we saw our father like this. Dad said in a dumbfounded way: "It's all the fault of inferior firecrackers. You must pay attention to safety when setting off firecrackers in the future, and don't sell inferior firecrackers again!" I had a really happy New Year's Eve. This is my happiest Spring Festival. 5. An interesting or unforgettable thing should be described in a 400-word composition using a scene.

An unforgettable thing

An unforgettable thing

Time flies, and the sun flies by The moon flies like a shuttle. Blink of an eye, I am already 11 years old. In the orbit of my growth, one thing after another flashed by like a meteor. Years have passed, but this incident is still fresh in my mind.

I remember one time, the sun was shining brightly. The sky was as clear as a piece of blue paper, with a few white clouds floating slowly in the wind as if they had been melted by the sun. Mom thinks the weather is nice, so she wants to take me swimming. There are thousands of unwillingnesses in my heart! It's a pity that I didn't escape the clutches of my mother, and I still have to obey orders! Who asked my mother?

That afternoon, I looked like an ant on a hot pot, and I came to the swimming pool in a hurry and at a loss. I slowly prepared the equipment. What comes into view is a large swimming pool, crystal clear and crystal clear. I walked to a place that was like a water paradise. As soon as I walked in, I felt extremely comfortable! The water there was only as high as my knees. There are colorful water slides with childish cartoon characters reflected on them. There is also a swing full of childlike interest, and I swing gently. It made me forget all the troubles and unhappy memories, and the sweetest smile emerged. There were many children there, swimming freely and carefree. Look at how happy they are. I felt much more relaxed, because I thought to myself, even those younger than me can swim regardless of the risk. My confidence is stronger. Then I must surpass them! Of course, I know how awkward my swimming style is!

I swam and felt the joy of swimming. The sky is blue and a breeze blows. It feels refreshing and yet chilling. It seems that it is right for my mother to ask me to come to swim today! In the distance, a little girl with big eyes walked towards me. Her innocent big eyes sparkled like black pearls. She swam up to me and said, sister! How about we play water polo? I agreed without hesitation. Later, we also went to play the largest slide in the center of the pool. When we walked up and slid down, the water splashed everywhere. Very *** . My mood is still so happy and cheerful. It's like drinking pure wine, and my heart bursts with brilliance and happiness.

Time flies by like a white horse, and time is like running water, gone forever. I really wish time stopped here, because it’s so fun and s***. My childhood was so colorful, with ups and downs. But don’t waste a second of your childhood, because time gone will never come back. 6. Composition on Funny Scenes on the Road

When I opened the door, I saw a brand new home in front of me: the flawless white marble floor looked magnificent under the light. The interior is so empty, after all, we haven't moved in yet. I walked into the bedroom where my parents used to live. Now there was nothing there except a white wooden bookshelf. Outside the windows that almost filled the entire wall, there was still the old courtyard. There was still the poplar tree in the courtyard, and he still stood there. The leaves on the trees have turned yellow and appear to be crumbling under the breeze. "This will be your house from now on." Mom walked in and said to me with a smile. "That's great." I couldn't help but rejoice at the sudden good news. Looking at the milky white walls, it looked like melting cheese, and I melted into this feeling of happiness.

Subsequently, the old furniture also returned to the changed home with the bustling life. Mom and Dad were very busy moving things with people, while I was packing up my new room.

Sitting on the bed at night, listening to the gentle breeze rustling the poplar leaves outside, I looked at the house I had worked so hard to clean: the clock on the wall, the lamp on the desk, and the books neatly arranged on the bookshelf. ...It makes people feel warm and cozy, everything in the home is so perfect.

"Have you packed your schoolbag?" Mom opened the door and asked. "Well, of course. Tomorrow is the first day of junior high school. How could I not prepare well?" I turned around and replied. "Really? Let's go to bed early." After her mother said that, she gently closed the door and left the room. Indeed, junior high school life will begin tomorrow. I believe that whether it is school life or family life, it must be very comfortable and beautiful. In short, that is the perfect life that I long for - this is exactly what I wanted at that time: in life Everything is perfect.

On the first day of school, I was sitting on the bus. Through the window, I saw the leaves on the trees beside the roadside being blown down from the branches by the roaring wind, like feathers. It fell to the ground silently and was blown away by the wind. Finally, the car crushed it mercilessly. When I arrived at the station, I got off the car and walked into the teaching building. Unexpectedly, my classmates were already lining up to go downstairs to do exercises. Just like that, on the first day, I was late. After school, the teacher called me into the office, and I promised not to be late again. As time went by, the more I discovered that every classmate around me was so excellent, and therefore, the competition was extremely fierce. Teacher homework, physical education classes, etc., made me exhausted. As time went by, I suddenly discovered that this kind of life was completely different from the life I had imagined. My life was moving at a perfect pace.