Composition: childhood. Happy time with mom and dad!

Childhood is happy, it left me too many memories, but the happy time I spent with my parents under the big tree was the most unforgettable. ...

There is a big tree in the yard of our community, which is a yellow alder tree. Every spring, milky white flowers are dotted among the delicate green leaves. At that time, the fragrance of flowers floated to every corner of the earth. After going home by kindergarten bus every day, I always go down to the big tree and suck the flowers greedily until I am full, then pat my stomach with satisfaction and go home with a smile.

When I was a child, hide-and-seek was my favorite game. Every weekend in spring, I drag my parents to play hide-and-seek under the big tree. This time, my father volunteered to be the one looking for me and my mother. I confidently said, "Don't cry when Dad loses!" This is my dad's pet phrase to laugh at me. )

I'm wearing a little green helmet and a military uniform. Like a PLA soldier! "Go!" I said happily, then hid behind a big tree and thought, "The underground party often says that the most dangerous generosity is the safest place." "……48、49、50!" When the game officially started, I crawled slowly on the ground with my head down, and I was so "sophisticated" every time. Suddenly my head was blocked by an unknown object. When I looked up, I saw my father's back to me, but he didn't respond after being hit. I climbed back quietly. After a while, I got up and looked around. My parents were gone. I panicked. Suddenly a strong hand picked me up from behind me. Put me on a branch, I have been afraid of heights since I was a child (commonly known as "acrophobia"). I turned my head trembling and saw my parents. I cried with a "wow". Dad quickly put me down. It turned out that a branch had just been inserted into my little ass, which killed me! In order to make up for my mistake, my father specially bought me a pack of lollipops, and I just smiled through tears.

I can't help touching my ass and licking my tongue when I think of it today. The joy of childhood filled my heart.

Under the big tree, my laughter and tears were scattered all over the floor. It watched me grow into a kind old man. From birth to now, I have fallen and got up countless times, and the danger, hardship and pain in my growth are not worth mentioning. The trees are full of leaves, which is not the happiness of my childhood. May the trees grow taller and stronger.

2 .........................

This is all the fault of forgetfulness.

I have a bad habit-forgetfulness, but I can't change it. I often worry about it. Usually give me a little trouble, but this time it made me suffer.

After school that day, I casually packed my schoolbag and prepared to walk to the school bus. The teacher repeatedly stressed that I should bring my homework with me. I listened casually and walked to the school bus.

When I got home, I dropped my schoolbag and unzipped it, but I didn't find the Chinese test paper. I looked at my notebook, but I didn't take my homework home. That's right, because my composition should be written in my homework, which means I didn't do my Chinese homework, so I did my English homework. But I didn't bring my English homework back either.

I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I suddenly thought of a way. My father helped me with my homework when I went to work. But what I didn't expect was that I didn't have a teacher, my classmates didn't have a key, and the administrator was off work. I have to wait until school to make up for it. I comforted myself: Anyway, I just need to do my math homework easily now. But when I get to school, I will be miserable and will be scolded by the teacher. I must learn the lesson again so as not to make the same mistake again.

Hey, it's your fault to forget things! Would I have made the same mistake without you?

Thank you, Mom.

"Mom, thank you!" This sentence has been buried in my heart for a long time. In normal life, I have a lot to thank my mother for doing. However, what moved me most was the unforgettable skating study. That day, my mother bought a brand-new pair of skates on a whim and asked me to learn to skate. As soon as I heard that I wanted to learn skating, I wanted to refuse, but I thought it was very new, so I readily agreed. I took my skates, and as soon as I saw my mother's face, I rushed to the park at a speed of 100 meters.

But as soon as I got to the park, I saw many people skating in the open space there. Their movements can be described as varied. Some tall people pass by like a light swallow, while others, like small athletes, are boldly showing their talents. Although a few novices are clumsy, they are at least as clumsy as my "clumsy big penguin" Seeing such a spectacular "national skating map", I can't help but feel a little timid. When I have stage fright, the idea of "going home" can't help but arise. My mother seemed to see through my mind and said to me earnestly, "If you don't try, you won't know if you can do a good job." Hearing this, my courage doubled, so I put on my skates like lightning and began to study with great interest.

I put on my skates and stood up with my mother's help. I gave my leg a jerk. Wow! The weight is unclear! I habitually looked down and found that roller skates are no different from ordinary shoes except that there are four tires and a brake on the sole. In that case, skating shouldn't be too difficult, maybe it's similar to walking! So, fortunately, I took the first step inadvertently. Unfortunately, these shoes happened to be working all the time, which caused me to fall down carelessly. I simply "knelt" on the ground and refused to get up, waiting patiently for my mother to help me. But I lay on the ground for a long time, and I didn't see her react. I said unconvinced, well, it's not that I can't stand up without you, so I jumped up from the ground and ran away again. I finally know how to skate like a penguin. So, I got a little carried away again. I fell down again. Finally, my foot was swollen and my ass hurt.

At this time, my mother came over and touched my forehead affectionately and said, "Niu, everything is difficult at the beginning, and nothing can be successful at once." If you find the law, you will be handy. " Then, she took pains to tell me how to keep my balance! What psychological quality! Failure is the mother of success! Relax all over! Yes! Mom is right, the master leads the door, cultivate one's morality! Difficulties are like springs. Strong is weak, weak is strong. So I held the railing first, and then let go regardless. I fell down again and again, stood up again and again, and finally learned to skate I am no longer the penguin I used to be, but a dexterous "swallow": my arms are stretched out, I keep my balance, and my legs are not high or low, which is no less than that of athletes. Thanks for mom's help! If it weren't for her, I still don't know anything about skating!

Now I want to cheer loudly for my success in overcoming difficulties. I want to say "thank you" to my mother sincerely.

Classmate, you can't do this.

"Honesty and firmness are all we can promise. Even if people abandon me, honesty and firmness will never abandon me. "

During the winter vacation, I borrowed Chinese books for the second semester from others everywhere. Later, I learned that your school had issued Chinese books, so I asked you to borrow them, and you agreed. On the day I agreed to borrow books, I was in high spirits and thought, how wonderful! Finally, I can borrow Chinese books! However, at this moment, you told me that I was not free this day, and I won't have time until tomorrow. So, with disappointment, I waited until the next day. But I still got the sentence: "I won't have time until tomorrow." That's it. I waited for four days, but I still couldn't borrow the Chinese book. Didn't you ask me to borrow books?

Then I felt very angry: why don't you keep your word? Even if you are not available, there should be an explanation, right? Therefore, because of Borrowing Books from the World, I deeply realized the importance of honesty. When we promised others what to do but didn't do it, we may have a "no" loss, but we can't see others' disappointed eyes! Others are not only disappointed, but also think that we have no credit in treating people. At this moment, our losses will be bigger and bigger ... honest people can have opportunities, wealth, happiness and so on, while liars lose these things because of lies. There are happiness and loss behind lies, but those who lie will never know that the price of lies is very heavy. People, if someone wants to lie, please remember: "Lies make people sad, depressed and lonely; At the same time, it also teaches people how to face the sadness behind lies and urges people to move forward. "

It's sad for a liar, but it's even sadder for a liar to lie again and again without remorse! "Classmate, I hope you can understand that today's society is not just an ocean of knowledge. Without honesty and trustworthiness, climbing the peak of success is always a dream. "

Liars are pathetic, but even sadder.

Exam, I hate you

"Exam, I hate you!" This is the heartfelt words of contemporary primary school students. Yes, the society is more developed now, and parents' requirements for our scores can be said to be "straight up"! So we poor students got into trouble. On the left is the test paper, and on the right is the complaints from mom and dad. Helpless, I had to suffer in the middle. ......

When the teacher came into the classroom, our doubts welled up: isn't this class an art class? Why, don't we dare to think again and listen to the teacher? I saw the teacher clear his throat, which brought us a nightmare: "the final exam is coming, in order to let the students get good grades." Next, let's simulate the exam! " We heard it was like a frosted eggplant-it faded. We habitually put away the art books and utensils on the table, and slowly picked up the pen to answer the one that made us dizzy at a glance. ........................................................................................................................................, the test paper that I want to escape with two eyes, however, a word from the math teacher made our happiness disappear: "Run, and finish the last A and B papers quickly!" "At this time, a word suddenly popped up in our mind: tired! Teachers' lives are inviolable. We are like a group of obedient lambs, mechanically picking up pens and taking a bath in the examination room. I know this word is exaggerated, but that's how we felt at that time!

Finally, we left the examination room. That kind of feeling, just like "surviving". At this time, bad luck came to us again: the teacher announced the scores and made us sad. The students didn't do well in the exam, so the teacher added homework! Parents have to sign when they go home. What if they get this test? I crustily skin of head and asked my mother to sign it. When my mother saw the paper, she flew into a rage: "How did you take the exam?" ! How can such achievements compete in society! "I thought my father would tolerate me, but as a result, my father exaggerated:" Can you get into college like this? "Don't go to college, you will know! ..................................................................................................................................................................................

I ran back to my room in tears, slammed the door and thought hard on my desk: Damn exam, do you know? You are such a jinx. Sweep away all our happy childhood, how much pain and sadness you have brought! ! Exam, I hate you! "

This sentence reverberates in my heart. ......

That time, I smiled.

Although this is not a smile of victory, I beat myself. Even if you fall, laugh bravely. Xiao He composition network

Laughter is the most common expression in personal life. There are many kinds of smiles, false smiles, social smiles, smiles after adventure, smiles after bitterness, smiles after grievances, smiles after success ~ ~ ~ That time, I smiled. What kind of smile do I belong to?

It was the last sports meeting in primary school. I volunteered to take part in the 800-meter long-distance running, hoping to win an honor for my class.

The competition started, and the deafening cheers of friends around me not only made me full of confidence, but also made me uneasy, fearing that I would not get a good ranking in the exam and failed to live up to the expectations of teachers and classmates.

At first, I was always ahead of other players. Just when I was full of ambition, my foot suddenly twisted, and I stumbled and fell to the ground. Immediately, my feet smelled of blood, and my ankles seemed swollen. The moment I fell, I shouted in my heart: it's over. It's over. Time waits for no one. At this time, several players have surpassed me. There seems to be no hope of winning the championship. Just resign, I thought. But another voice in my heart is questioning myself: just give up. Didn't you say you would never give up before? Stand Up! Failure does not belong to you!

Finally, I stood up and ran with my legs crossed, and my friend applauded me at the edge of the runway. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I kept a shallow smile. Unfortunately, it happened to me again. Because of my ankle pain, I fell down again during running. I'm really confused. Why do I always get hurt? ! This time, even the knee oozed blood, which was very painful. "Oh, xx fell, forget it, don't run, and you can't get good grades anyway." There are classmates talking outside. I really want to sit on the ground and never get up, but is it my pursuit to give up halfway? Is this my wish? I have always boasted that I am a strong person. How did I become a weak footnote this time? ! I gritted my teeth and stood up. Applause rang around me, and I clearly saw something called tears in the eyes of the teacher who wanted to help me. I am still smiling and moving slowly.

I ran to the finish line step by step. I won! I beat myself! Although I ranked at the bottom, I won respect and appreciation. I smiled, no longer a smile, but a heartfelt smile of joy. It should be said that this is a successful smile, because in a sense, I have reached another realm of success, don't you think?

On rainy days, I think of the old man.

Tonight, it's raining, the rain falls on the ground, on the house, splashing crystal beads. I was bathed in rain, and the brightest pearls stored in the memory box were particularly dazzling:

After school that day, I limped on my bike, carrying my schoolbag. In the car pocket, there is a test paper wet by rain with a bright red score of 58. I secretly blame myself: "Who told you not to be serious in class? It really serves you right to talk to your classmates!" " "

I can't help crying at the thought of my classmates getting high marks and wanting to jump for joy. Oh, dear, I will never face my classmates and teachers again, let alone my parents. I have never got such a low score, which made me lose confidence in myself. If I know this, why should I know it? Alas! I'm totally screwed.

I give up on myself, feel sorry for myself, and regret and regret are swallowed up from time to time. I rode my bike aimlessly. Suddenly I felt that I hit something, and my brain panicked and I fell off the car. I took a closer look and found myself at the entrance of the nursing home. More importantly, I knocked down an old man with a cane. He is about 70 years old and has no right leg. His trousers are tied with a rope. He is pale and very thin. I hurried to help him up, and he refused me. I stood there and looked at him blankly. He propped up the ground with crutches, pushed down hard, moved slowly, and was about to stand up when he fell to the ground with a bang. I hurried forward to help him again, but he resolutely pushed me away. I tried the same method several times just now, and every time I was ready to stand up, but I fell down again. Seeing that this method didn't work, he wanted to stand up against the fence, so he climbed towards the fence. I and the people around me can't stand it anymore. I rushed over and he turned me down again. His clean clothes are no different from the dirt on the ground. Finally, he climbed to the wall with strong perseverance. With his back against the wall, he held the crutch tightly and moved slowly. At this time, I can see from his expression that every inch of his upward movement is so hard and so determined! Finally, he finally stood up, his face showing the joy of victory.

Seeing all this, I woke up and apologized to him quickly. He leaned his head against the wall and looked pale. He waved to me feebly and made a gesture: you go, it doesn't matter. I seem to understand something in my heart, and a kind of power arises spontaneously. I went home soon and spread the soaked test paper on the table. ...

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the difficult appearance of the disabled old man reappears in front of my eyes. Rain is like his steaming sweat, and the joy after he stood up is deeply imprinted in my heart.

If someone asked me to arrange the pearls in the memory box, the brightest and most beautiful pearls would definitely come first. Because it made me understand that failure is not terrible, only cowardice is sad.

Family Plan

My family is a harmonious one, but there are occasional quarrels.

Mom and dad are both teachers. They are all busy with their work. They should not only prepare lessons, but also correct their homework. I go home late at noon every day, and my mother cooks every time. One day at noon, mom and dad didn't get home until 12. At this time, mom, a housewife, has to do housework again. I don't know if my mother was overworked or something, but she suddenly shouted to her father, "I'm exhausted to come back so late." Can't you make a lunch? " Dad has a bad temper. After listening to his mother's call, he also retorted loudly: "Just because you are late, you are tired. Am I not so tired and come back so late? " "I cook every day, so what if you do it once? Besides, I have to prepare lessons! " "You have to prepare lessons, and I have to correct my homework!" Dad flushed with anger, strode into the room and slammed the door. Panting with anger, my mother went into another room and slammed the door. Seeing this scene, I was shocked. Mom and dad are usually so close, how can they argue so fiercely today? I have to eat some bread at noon and then go to bed. These days, mom and dad don't talk and ignore each other. I thought: if this goes on, I will suffer. No way! I must calm this storm. In the morning, I got up early, but my parents haven't got up yet. What a great opportunity! I'll brush my teeth and wash my face at once, and then heat the milk and make breakfast as quickly as possible. After a while, dad got up. He saw the breakfast on the table and asked me in surprise, "Who made this?" I pretended as if nothing had happened and said, "of course, it's mom!" " Dad nodded: "Oh." He went to work after breakfast. Ha ha! Dad was taken in! I laughed to myself, and then I ate it myself. Soon, my mother also got up. When she saw the breakfast on the table, she was stunned at first, and then asked me, "Who made this?" I said, "It's dad." Mother nodded and went to work after breakfast. Ha! Mom was fooled, too.

At night, I heard my parents talking, so I peeked through the door. Suddenly, I accidentally rushed in. They immediately understood what was going on and said in unison, "It's you again!" I am embarrassed to answer: "Yes." They smiled knowingly when they saw that I was so sensible.

I can't tell you how happy I am that I made up with my parents this time and calmed the storm.

One thing happened in the class.

One thing happened in the composition interest class.

This morning, I came to my long-lost composition interest class with great interest. I walked to the door of the composition interest class. When I opened the door, I was shocked by the embarrassing image in front of me: tables and chairs were messy, chalk dust and shiny pieces of paper were everywhere on the ground, and chalk and plastic bags were everywhere. I thought to myself: why haven't I seen you for weeks, and the classroom is like this? As soon as the students came in and saw the classroom, they all turned their heads. How can we create a good writing environment in such a mess? Everyone finally decided to clean the classroom well before class. So the action began. ...

The first division of labor. Because male students are stronger, let them set the table, set the chair and tidy the table. Because the female students are meticulous, they are responsible for sweeping the floor and cleaning the table. After the division of labor was completed, everyone was busy. Male students struggled to move the table, and the table kept creaking; Female students carefully swept the floor, and soon the "snowflake" was cleaned up. Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the careless male classmate accidentally dropped the chalk dust on the ground! Female students kept blaming him, blaming him for destroying their own labor results, although male students kept apologizing. Male students had to sweep the "regenerated snowflake" on the ground into the trash can by themselves. Female students see this, no longer care about, knowing smile.

When the teacher came, she was surprised to find that we were sweeping the floor diligently. But the teacher didn't come in. She stood at the door and looked at us with a smile. She interposed a few words of praise from time to time: "You are so careful!" "Very clean!" Or give a few pointers: "It's not clean enough here." "The table here is not very good!" Like a commander, directing our labor.

Finally cleaned, the classroom at this time is very different from the classroom before cleaning: the clean floor, tables and chairs are placed in order, and there is no chalk dust on them, which is in sharp contrast with the original classroom! Seeing their efforts, the students all smiled happily. ...

Oh, my god, I'm exhausted from searching and sorting these out.