Write a composition with nunchakus

1. composition "the story of nunchakus" nunchakus

During the holidays, my father and I exercise together. My father taught me to practice nunchakus, and I also learned a few tricks.

One day, mom and dad went to grandma's house to play. I saw a farm tool with two long sticks connected together. I am curious. Father told me that it was called flail, which was used to beat some crops.

In the Song Dynasty, the flail was changed into a big panlong stick and a small panlong stick, characterized by a long end and a short end, which was specially used to sweep away the enemy's clues, break the armour or hard weapons, and make them lose their combat effectiveness. Later, this weapon spread from the north of China to the south, and then from Fujian, China to Japan and the Philippines, so it was once thought to be invented by Japan. Due to the historical changes, nunchakus have been changed to the present appearance: the total length is 72 cm, and the length is about 12 cm for every 30 cm stored in the body. Bruce Lee nunchaku is a standard 72 cm nunchaku, which is different from the traditional Panlong stick.

The official Chinese name of nunchaku is nunchaku. Jay Chou's song "nunchakus" is called nunchakus, and there are other names: nunchakus, Erlong stick, Shuanglong stick, Panlong stick, Longhu stick and nunchakus whip.

Now we use nunchakus as a kind of sporting goods, and there are other materials besides wood. I suggest that students use foam like me, so as not to hurt themselves or others.

2. The action composition of nunchakus is like Jay Chou's nunchakus very much. Every time I hear this song, my blood boils. I also want to be a martial arts expert. How handsome it is to play nunchakus!

That day, my father bought two pairs of nunchakus, and I was very excited. Seeing dad swaying and swaggering, I feel very simple and eager to try. Unexpectedly, these nunchakus are not as simple as I thought. I followed my father's example, picked up nunchakus and threw them behind me. With a scream of "Oh", my back hurts badly. I want to cry and dare not play any more. Dad said, "Don't be afraid, I will never attend the meeting. I have suffered a lot. I can only learn if I am not afraid of pain. " Persistence is victory! "

After listening to my father's words and enjoying the master's performance on the video, I gritted my teeth, pulled myself together and made up my mind to study nunchakus well and not be afraid of pain any more.

I kept practicing with my father's decomposition. Although I have been beaten many times, I will not give up. I believe I will learn it one day. There will be a handsome and beautiful girl playing nunchakus. That's really cool!

3. 800 words for nunchakus to quit the club. Dear teacher:

Hello! I am a member of the nunchaku club, and now I am forced to apply for quitting the club because of my internship. I hope the teacher can approve, thank you!

I still feel proud when I think about it now. That should be the first time that our Baichuan News Agency "met" the leader. I'll keep this in mind.

At first, I just wanted to enrich my literary knowledge, strengthen my writing skills and improve my literary atmosphere. When I was a freshman, the course was not very tight. After the class Committee and the student union are busy, I can read a set of books after learning this major well! Now, however, I really feel that time is limited. After the beginning of this semester, there are more professional courses, and my own spare time is even less! I am dictating words and reciting texts in almost every class. In order not to "live in seclusion" among classmates and not to be forgotten by teachers, we must work hard several times after class! In order to achieve what you want.

In study, I am a perfectionist! Don't allow yourself to have loopholes in any word. So I study in the morning and at noon! I hope the teacher will forgive me for arranging my time so full. Instead of arranging time for club affairs. From now on, studying hard is what I should do at present. Otherwise, I will be sorry for my elderly parents at home, and even more sorry for myself. It's really "you can't have your cake and eat it."

I have a habit since I was a child. I want to say what I want and do what I want. The same is true of writing articles. The word "must" is really a headache. I can always write a few words when I feel deeply. I fantasize that one day, I can be humorous I complain that my literary talent is not as good as running water. Complaining that I can't shoulder the heavy responsibility and reduce the burden for the club. The more so, the less I dare to live up to the teacher's expectations.

I think I may not be a member of the nunchaku club tomorrow. My heart hurts unconsciously. But I am proud of that time, and I spent a full and happy year with my teachers and all the members. Here, I would like to thank all the teachers and members, and hope that our Baichuan News Agency will become more and more excellent. Really can go to the world.

Leaving the club is just around the corner, except for memories, waving your sleeves and not taking away a cloud!

I am here to convey

welcome

The content of the composition written by the young artists around us is very simple. This artist is "both civil and military", a kind of persistence of will, and Wang Liang won because of persistence.

On the road of life, his sweat has soaked his coat, but he didn't stop taking nunchakus, but practiced harder, as good as the Monkey King's golden hoop! But ... of course, his grades are always among the best.

I learned persistence from Wang Liang, but he is like a mountain? But repeated failures did not kill his will, and sometimes he seemed to enter another space. . Compared with him, I am too small. I am like a grain of sand. I do both "Wen" and "Wu" well.

Just now I said his "Wen", now I will talk about his "Wu"! His nunchaku dance is really outstanding, because I am behind Wang Liang, so I can see it clearly, and I have given up because I am afraid of fatigue and pain, which is inseparable from his usual efforts. Under the scorching sun, we are all resting, and his momentum is daunting. As the number of students decreases again and again, the sea of students becomes a minority. But Wang Liang made it to the end, the little artist around me.

There is an "able man" in my heart, whose name is Wang Liang. He is a blockbuster, and everything or anyone calls him that. Some people quit without insisting. In the sun, nunchakus shone with golden light and won the first place. The whole class admired him, but it made him stronger.

Just started practicing nunchakus, everyone signed up to practice nunchakus. Every time after class, who knows how many times his "martial arts" failed, and we didn't practice, but he was reading with a book. . He doesn't know. You have been reading his precious books, sometimes the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, while Wang Liang practiced one action after another, sometimes the Water Margin. . His eyes never leave the book, which is unusual! Look, his speed and persistence are more of a strength. Some people practice chess because they insist on every move the teacher teaches us, so we are not tired at all and eventually become chess masters. Others practiced martial arts, but gave up for fear of pain because they didn't insist. In the end, he achieved nothing.

Wang Liang, let me introduce his article first! This mid-term exam

5. Write a composition and make sausages from the perspective of sausages. Today, my cousin came.

My mother said, "You came at the right time. Help me make sausages! " "I heard this. I slipped past and said, "Then I-?" My mother touched my head and said, "You are indispensable. "

I just put down this big stone in my heart. Just in the middle of my homework, I found my mother, and they had already started working.

I am angry (? I rushed there and asked my mother, "Mom, have you forgotten me so much?" My mother quickly threw me off and said, "You don't know the ingredients of sausage." I quickly replied: "salt, sugar, pepper, pepper, pork" "this just started! Mother and cousin began to pack sausages. They first cut the small intestine into several sections, and then put one end of one section on a plastic pipe.

It really looks like a nunchaku. I really wanted to dance with it! Remove the meat from the small intestine from the nozzle. After filling it for a while, they tied one end with thread, squeezed the meat tightly, and at the same time exhausted the air in the small intestine by acupuncture. After squeezing, they tied it into small pieces.

I will cause trouble, too. Pull open a small pig intestine and squeeze out the meat under it.

Mother criticized: "You are such a cruel monk!" " ! Look down desperately and squeeze. "I turned a deaf ear to this.

Oh, dear! I only heard a scream. Because the pig intestine was broken, I didn't have a chance to show my skills.

I've learned not to treat other people's kindness like a donkey's liver and lung. Finally, we made sausages. Mom said, "It's not good now. It is best to dry in the sun.

Failure is the mother of success. We need to listen to the opinions of others.

It didn't work this time. I'll make sausages next time.

6. Write a composition with the name of Jay Chou's song. If I love living in BC, I would like to go back to the past, take your black sweater and drift to the south; Even if there is no track, I will not leave and give up, because I believe you can hear our signal; The clock in the opposite direction rang the memory. You often say that you are a perfectionist and you should always love your wife simply. On that sunny day, at the garden party, you looked around for Qilixiang, and I lost my temper at maltose; You amuse me with black humor, but you can't speak sweet words. I laugh at you for being as stupid as a snail. Maple leaves are whispering, I am listening here quietly, and the terraces in my hometown are gradually drifting away, telling the past in the name of my father; Shanghai 1943, grandma is still young and has thick eyelashes. Now it is like snow, and the time goes back, and the songs that are answered directly are vague; I love the beauty of Coral Sea, and you love the mystery of Istanbul. You said that one day the train would leave, the old Indian turtledove would hover in the sky, and William Castle would wait for you and me. We will explore the magic of the iron box on the peninsula together. It is said that the little blacksmith in Milan never left. I still remember that we were together in grandpa's tea, savoring the love that never ran aground, and listening to him talk about the strangeness of dancing together in the Spring and Autumn Period; You often find excuses to leave me and compete with your friends in Class Two, Grade Three. At that time, the night was always sunny, and the roof of my site was inhabited. I use a romantic mobile phone to send you a message of love. You play Chopin's nocturne in the same tone, but the broken string has no strength, and you can only tease it like a coward. You worship Huo Yuanjia's integrity, wield double knives and play nunchakus, but your dragon fist jumps around like a ninja. Until one day, a blue storm hit and I was besieged on all sides. I was caught in the cliff of love by a tornado and could not escape. The general tried his best to kill the enemy like a trapped animal, fighting the orcs for him and watching you die like the ruins of war. The last time I was sorry, I declared the end of the world. She was captured by orcs, just like the orcs in William Castle. On the way she was taken away, she left a signal that only I could read. In this last battle, I performed dragon fist at the speed of tornado, played nunchakus and saved her quietly. He asked me, "Where is the train?" He said: I will take you to the desert to see the old Indian turtledove, and to Istanbul to see the starry sky and drink grandpa's tea, but. Me. I don't understand her black humor. She said she would write * * with me, just like a clock in the opposite direction. In order to save her heart, I had to ask the little blacksmith in Milan to help me make an iron box on the peninsula. I was a little embarrassed and said to her, "I'm sorry" ... although I am a perfectionist, I am also willing to write simple love and I gave it to you and me. I hope we can go back to the past like the love story of Shanghai 1943, so that we can fall in love in BC. She was ... moved. Finally. I came home with my wife in my arms. 1 104 "I'm here in the name of my father" and played a song "Direct Answer" for my wife. Even if there is a broken string, I still believe you can hear it, because it is the same tone as my heartbeat, which is our code word. If I can go back to the past with the clock in the opposite direction, I won't let fate follow the track, I won't keep my mouth shut like a coward, I won't let the demon tower be our last battle ... I will take you with me, I will make you happier than before, and I will realize our perfectionism. I will play nunchakus or double knives with you, and I will accompany orcs or ninjas to make you happy. Even if you are angry and play dragon fist, I will laugh it off ... Hehe, this silence makes me incoherent. I just want to bring our simple love to the love cliff on Shushan. In 2004.

Even at the end of the world, I still thank God for letting me meet this "Ke * * *" who loves bullfighting in Class 2, Grade 3. I thought you said that you liked the old turtledove of the Indians in William Castle and the snails in Istanbul and Terrace. You said you wanted to go back to Shanghai 1943, have a sip of grandpa's tea, see where the train is, and finally watch "Star Clear" with tornado ... but sometimes you often turn your back on me and make me swear that I didn't peek at her eyelashes. Knowing that this is your unique black humor, I will be willing to be a little blacksmith in Milan and make your favorite peninsula tin box for you in exchange for your smile ... When I first saw you on that sunny day, I felt that we had written our love as early as BC. I forgot to tell you at that time. Actually, I also believe in reincarnation.

7. Write a composition. I am the post-90 s! I am a member of the post-90s generation.

This is not an enviable ostentatious title. On the contrary, it is even a symbol of otherness, decadence and depravity, and it is also the object of people's hype, spoof and show, and even the talk of some people after dinner! Life is like running in obstacles, crossing primary school and junior high school in a daze. When we wake up, we find that we are no longer children, and the reality is forcing us to mature quickly. Turn around and look at your footprints along the way. Some have already been blown away in the air by the wind, such as quicksand, while others have become growing sadness, which is a brand ... and the brand is deep.

Primary school: I can't get up in the morning, even if my mother calls me n times, I don't care. I casually put on the clothes I handed me and fell asleep as soon as I turned around. Therefore, I am often late, and I have "close contact" with Zhou Sheng every day. The teacher's "inviting your parents" is even more common.

It doesn't matter when * * * rings. I watched my deskmate rummaging through my schoolbag, and I began to repeat other people's actions, only to find that I forgot to bring my pencil case, Chinese book, abacus, flute and harmonica ... My parents, grandparents ran to school, sent stationery or were invited by the teacher! Junior high school: I know "nunchakus" and "My Site", and I also know the familiar name "Jay Chou" in this era; I'm used to listening to Grandma Qiong Yao's Pearl Princess, but I still don't know what hip-hop is. A song "nunchakus" made these students feel refreshed and suddenly enlightened, and therefore issued "The world is beyond our imagination!" Feelings. From then on, the "Hahan" storm captured us easily, and we had to bow to their sweet words! The Korean drama "Palace" swept the whole campus, and learning Korean became hot. A book "That Boy is Handsome" set off a reading frenzy on campus, and the following "Devil's Kiss" was also popular! High school: The post-90s generation is the age to pursue individuality, and more people will call us "non-mainstream" or even "non-human".

In fact, there are indeed some children who dare not take the ordinary road with infinite vitality: they like Martian characters, are used to using symbols, say "don't" as "look", say "like this" as "sauce purple", and even typos in chat can become a fashion. They chase after gorgeous colors and crazy * * *.

Twist your face in * * *, add a red face, fish bubble eyes, fly leg eyelashes, PS tomato mouth to your pout, and add full gestures and shapes to create a lonely, strange and lovely feeling; QQ space is also very fancy, and occasionally half-naked creates a storm to attract attention. 90 is the riding age. It is time-consuming and laborious for colorful bicycles to squeeze the bus on campus, which greatly reduces the image and does not allow publicity! Some people like to dress themselves in bold colors.

Girls like to wear bubble socks and boys like to iron the bird's nest. Hair like a rainbow, dressed like a Christmas tree, bright and colorful, very eye-catching

This situation is more common for people who have difficulty distinguishing between the sexes. They are obviously one year older than you, and I don't know whether to call them "seniors" or "senior sisters", so you can only call them "classmates". With the passage of time, we have experienced many firsts in our lives: the first military training, the first living in school, the first leaving my parents' side, the first losing contact with my family, the first crying for homesickness ... Too many firsts have taught us to grow up, to be strong, and setbacks and hardships have made me smooth from angular.

Decadence+sadness seems to be the nature of our generation. It's easy to feel sad, emotional flooding, "pain" easily, inexplicably in a daze, hurting spring and autumn. This is actually a manifestation of inner emptiness, a lack of faith, and sometimes more helplessness.

So we can only use the appearance of the other to hide our inner loss and nothingness. The adult world full of curiosity and hostility is not our rescue station, but sometimes it is more like an unfathomable trap. Fancy world, city, greedy desire.

This is a bridge to life built by adults for us. Our fathers have gone further and further in the pursuit of things and desires, while we, except for our relatively rich life, are actually empty-handed. This is a kind of sadness, a child's sadness in the face of a strange world.

When some people spoof us in the network, when some readers relish it and the author is complacent, a group of children who should be naive are thinking and looking hard. Looking for the blue sky that should belong to us, looking for the happiness and freedom that should belong to us.

We must meditate hard and think painfully. What our parents teach us not to do every day is often what our parents do every day.

In this materialistic and erotic era, how difficult it is for us to independently safeguard the integrity of human nature. We can't find the goals and idols around us, so we can only blindly follow the mythical stars and unconventional lives.

However, we are not really happy but saving ourselves! Then please give us more space, don't always cover your head with big hands, let us struggle and think freely; Let's save freely and create freely, shall we? A girl my age once wrote in her blog: "My heart is a city, deserted and uninhabited. There is no wall around the city, I just want to breathe freely in the fresh sunshine. "

In these days of light clouds and calm water, there are too many sorrows that don't belong to my age, and deep scars are entangled in the ivy of the years. I've just been swimming around in my own world, in a dilemma.

I am always enslaved by a feeling called loneliness. It runs wildly and recklessly in this empty and lonely city in the bottom of my heart.

Give us a piece of sky, let us breathe freely in the fresh sunshine; Give us an ocean and let us roam in our own world! "I saw my happiness in the light and shadow leaves, which made me bloom because of broken thoughts. We have prepared clean ears to listen to the pure world ... no noise, only peace around us.

We used to be a group of children who looked at the world upside down and looked at those who were lost in the light and shadow. Who will sit still for me and listen to us as pure as angels?

8. Composition about hands (450 words or more) I want to hold your hand-when you are sitting alone in that damp prison, waiting for the final judgment.

You, a little historian, don't have much property. In the face of such imprisonment, you can only make a humiliating choice ... Who knows the pain and helplessness that rolled inside you at that moment, and who can understand the humiliation and tears that rolled inside you? If time can go back, I want to hold your hand and tell you a word: In the hearts of hundreds of millions of people in China, you, Sima Qian, are a great hero! With your thin bodies, you have created an eternal soul in the hearts of China people-humiliation has not destroyed a person's personality, but made him extraordinary and great! I want to hold your hand-when the moonlight on the typhoon pavilion loses its luster, when you look at your son with tears and the mountains and rivers that are about to leave, you, a general who lost his soldiers, chose to swallow a cup of poisoned wine! Who knows the surging emotions in your heart at that moment, and who knows the sadness of your untimely death? If time can go back, I want to hold your hand and say to you: You, General Yue Fei, although you died in a political struggle, you have already become the soul of a nation! In order to recover lost ground, you wrote the oath of "Hungry for pork and laughing at Hun blood". Who can forget the words "faithfully serve the country" engraved on your back! Your death has made the most incisive annotation to the word loyalty and treachery, and built a clear wall between loyalty and treachery! I want to hold your hand-your crying child in the street. The aggressor's bomb killed your parents. The roar and fear of the bombs around you gripped your heart, so you cried, but when I saw your picture, my heart was bleeding, son! If time can go back, I want to hold your hand and tell you: don't cry, son! We grew up together and drove the invaders out of China completely! You, a child infected with AIDS, I want to hold your hand! Let me tell you the meaning of living and let you feel the warmth of the world. You, a seriously ill teenager, I want to hold your hand and tell you that the world is still full of love and warmth.

You, an out-of-school child with wide eyes, I want to hold your hand. I want to gently song for you, carry your schoolbag and send you to Hope School. If time can go back, I really want to hold your hand! I searched from the long river of history and found my personality, my soul, my brother, my ideal and pursuit.

If I can, I will become a doctor, a nurse and a village teacher, because I have an unyielding patriotic soul in my heart! Proposition composition-"I want to hold your hand", this year's composition topic has two characteristics. To say that it is "open-minded" means that it is "open-minded". Before writing, we should think clearly about these key questions: who is "you", write one "you" or write several "you"? Why do you hold your hand, that is, what is behind your back? Since we want to shake hands, we must have something to say. What mood is it? Or is there any knowledge about life to exchange? There are many angles to choose from, and there is a lot of room for excavation.

There are several directions: writing about people around you, touching family friendship, and even writing about beautiful and pure love. Write about contemporary celebrities, such as successful people or disadvantaged groups, and express their admiration or respect.

Of course, love and hate, happiness and worry are always inseparable, so we can also express our lashing and anger at ugly phenomena at the same time. Write about people who span time and space, such as holding Tagore's hand, writing about the great love for nature, humanity, art, truth, goodness and beauty, holding Einstein's hand, writing about the serious thinking of science on human destiny, writing about the compassion for human suffering, holding Su Shi's hand, writing about the ups and downs of life and the high degree of openness of human nature, and so on.

Of course, we can also develop more flexible associative imagination, such as holding the hand of the protagonist in literary masterpieces, or holding the hand of the characters in myths and legends or even aliens to borrow virtual realism and lyric reasoning. However, if you hold the hand of thrift and the hand of honesty, it will be difficult to turn virtual into real, and it will be easy to slip into "dressing and wearing a hat" and "copying mechanically".

Stylistically speaking, nature is very open. Prose that is both reasonable and reasonable, complex narration with sincere feelings, argumentative essays with a little color, and even novel and tortuous novels or scripts.

To be true to your temperament, a good topic is always more conducive to candidates to express their true temperament. I write my heart by hand and write a real and rich inner world. This topic has this feature. I remember that the controversial national college entrance examination essay topic "The Choice of Mentality" was once a negative textbook-it really pushed the candidates to the wall.

Imagine, in the face of this year's essay questions, how can candidates write a good article that impresses reviewers if they have no true temperament, have no real feelings about their writing content and theme, and just make some platitudes or comment without illness? However, if there is a real emotional experience in the heart, if there is rich accumulation, if there is in-depth thinking about life, culture and history on weekdays, these talented candidates will never be buried. In this sense, this topic has a great degree of differentiation, which can open up the grade, really play the role of selecting outstanding talents through the college entrance examination, and also meet the requirements of the "second phase curriculum reform" to test the ability and quality.

No matter how you enter the college entrance examination, the masterpiece of American literature is nothing more than choosing a small entrance in the world, life wisdom, social laws and so on, and then making in-depth exploration. If supplemented by appropriate language expression, I believe it is not difficult to repeat excellent works.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 2006 Shanghai College Entrance Examination Excellent Composition Selection: I want to hold your hand. That's music. I grew up in a musical environment, enjoying the meticulous care of my parents and the beauty and fantasy brought by music.

I've always wanted to hold the hand of music, and I've always even had a desire to hold your hand, but there's always a distance I don't know how wide it is. While the other children are still listening.