The most meaningful thing is to write a composition.

1. Write a composition about the most meaningful thing, about 300 words about an interesting thing.

There were many interesting things when I was a child, but the one that deserves my smile when I think of it is the one that caught mice when I was a child.

That day, I was having a midnight snack in a restaurant. A mouse steals rice by a rice bag not far away. I immediately put down my midnight snack, picked up a broom from behind the door and approached it softly. When it was in a hurry to eat, I swung my broom and hit it at once, swish. The mouse moved so fast that it hid in the ruins. I think the mouse will come out soon and wait patiently in the narration. After a while, the mouse looked around and showed its pointed head. I immediately picked up the broom and photographed it. Without taking pictures, the mouse ran to the living room. I chased the living room and closed the door, which also locked the mouse's retreat. I chase mice in the living room, but the sofa and cabinets are stored in the living room. The mouse always runs and hides in it so that I can't catch it. I was so angry that I called my grandmother and mother to help me kill mice. The mouse ran to the table, hid under the stool, and looked back at us from time to time, as if to say, "You can't catch me, haha!" "I am very disappointed. My mother said, "subdue this hateful thing with a mousetrap tomorrow!" " "

The next day, my mother brought back a mousetrap and said to me, "You can subdue it with this tonight." I nodded, and in the evening, the mouse came out again. I picked up the mousetrap and beat the mouse. I didn't expect the mouse to be smart and hide. I chased it everywhere and thought, I can't believe I can't hit you, you stealing Mickey Mouse. No wonder you think there is a little less rice every day. So you stole it. If you are a hateful mouse, don't run away. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I said, "Mouse, don't run away until I catch you." Just then, the mousetrap snapped in my hand, and the mouse took the opportunity to escape, but I was caught. My mother saw me and asked me, "What's the matter? , daughter. " I said, "I didn't' hit' the mouse." "Ha ha ……" Mom said with a smile: "The mousetrap is used to catch mice, not to fight! You put some cakes that mice like to eat on the mousetrap, and it will look good if it is stolen. " I suddenly realized, put a little cake on the clip as my mother said, and put the mouse clip in the place where mice often haunt.

The next morning, as soon as I got up, I couldn't wait to see the mousetrap. Seeing that the "rice thief" was caught, I laughed and thought: in animation, mice play with cats, but in reality, they can't play with people! This story reminds me of a truth that old people often say: when hard work can't be broken, soft methods will be effective.

Although several years have passed, I can't help laughing whenever I think about it.

2. How to write the most meaningful composition Today, some relatives are coming to visit my home. Mom said she wanted me to cook the best dish for them. I heard this and thought, this is obviously embarrassing me. But I think it's not difficult for me. I have confidence in myself. I was just thinking, and suddenly my eyes flashed. Make a fruit platter! Eating fresh and delicious fruits can not only make people healthy, but also make people feel comfortable. Isn't that great? All right, that's it.

With this in mind, I began to work. Fortunately, there are ready-made fruits at home, so don't buy them. I took out all kinds of fruits: oranges, cucumbers, pears, pomegranates and snake fruits ... The colors of fruits are also colorful, including yellow, green, red and orange.

I thought, what's the best thing to do? You have to make people drool.

Make a bunch of flowers? No, no,no. Still making cakes? Well, it won't work either. Oh, I see. Be a peacock. Well, that's settled. I immediately saw the smug look.

Ready to start work, I'll cut a long cucumber into pieces to make peacock feathers, and put the apples cut into triangles on the cucumber. Then, it was decorated with a circle of grapes, and orange slices with the color like fire were put in the circle. The hardest part is here-the peacock's body and head. I did it very carefully. I made the snake fruit into a peacock's body, but this body is very disobedient and always wobbly. I put an apple slice under the snake fruit, and it was much more stable in the end. I cut the remaining cucumber in half and made beautiful wings. Then, I took out a small tomato as my head and pomegranate as my eyes. I almost succeeded, but the pomegranate just couldn't be inserted at this time, and my hands were shaking. Finally, I finally ate pomegranate meat with a toothpick, and finally succeeded. I jumped up happily and watched from a distance. Wow, what a beautiful "smug"! I was satisfied with my work and smiled proudly. The doorbell rang and the guests came. I'll take out "triumphant" for everyone to taste at once. Everyone looked at it and said, "It's beautiful. Who did it? " My mother caressed my head and said, "Hey, this smart card." Everyone was surprised and gave me a thumbs-up sign. After eating, everyone praised my good hands. What a coincidence, my face turned red.

Ah, I didn't expect making fruit platters to be so interesting and meaningful.

The most meaningful thing is to write a composition.

Growing up, I have met many people, done many things and learned a lot, but I still have no idea about the definition of the word "meaningful". Is it from the heart? The approval of others? Or can the world change a little? Life is always dull, and I never want to discuss it, but I often hear people say, "Is it meaningful for you to do this?" "The answer to the question varies from person to person, but I think everything should have its meaning. What makes me feel "meaningful" most is the unique and fragile "life".

I have a cat. I have kept it since I was five years old. This is my birthday present. I was ecstatic when I first saw it! Tease it, accompany it and talk to it every day, but a leopard cannot change his spots. After only a few months, he lost his enthusiasm. Since then, I have seen it every day, just for three meals. Day after day, every time I pass by it, no matter how it barks and growls, I always ignore it. "Be with him next time" is always a consistent excuse.

It was not until one day that he suddenly fell ill and was sent to the hospital to find that there was something wrong with his kidney. When the doctor said, "I may not live today." I began to regret, to blame myself, and to understand: when a little life loves you wholeheartedly, it automatically ignores it again and again. What a cruel thing! So I started praying, hoping it would give me time to make up for it. Maybe my prayers worked, and I finally survived, and I began to try my best to make up for it.

The most meaningful thing I did was to receive a unique gift in the world. It made me realize that I don't have much time to get along with others. As long as we can know each other and cherish each other, isn't seven years the same as seventy years? What's the difference between a second and a million years? Compared with the vastness of the universe, isn't eternity a fleeting moment? And I, after an epiphany, can be so close to the heart of a little life, even if it is only one year, but I have failed its love!

"Meaning" does not need to be recognized by others. As long as it is initiated from the deep heart, it doesn't matter that the world hasn't changed at all. As long as I change, "meaningful" is my greatest recognition of my behavior.

The most meaningful thing in summer vacation is to write 800 words. No real name. Unforgettable summer life \ x09 days of summer composition study is coming to an end. In these days, we spent every day in a happy, full and meaningful study life. Now that everyone is leaving, I really can't bear to part. Although we have only been together for more than 20 days, our friendship has set up a colorful rainbow. During this period, I made some new classmates, who were unfamiliar at first, but soon became friends. When we are together, happy laughter fills every room. Naive Li Xiaojing, lively Cao Xinyu, lovely Wang Mengyuan, elegant Guo Xiaotong and simple Meng Weikang left a deep impression on me. We can study together. Think of the funny way Wang Mengyuan was chased by a puppy; Yang Luning said that she could have black chickens ... When I recalled the scene, I couldn't help laughing. Today we are going to part, and we are very unhappy. Xu teacher is my favorite teacher, and her lectures are unique. As we all know, if the teacher forces us to write when we don't like it, then we will only rack our brains and dig our brains. Squeeze out a lifeless sentence like toothpaste. Xu teacher never gives us a blunt explanation of writing methods, but connects with our real life, so that we can learn to write in life, extending from in-class to out-of-class, from narrow books to broad life. When she talks about writing, she often relates her personal experience, which arouses our great interest and finds that learning is not only easy but also interesting. Also let us have a strong interest in composition. For example, the teacher told us how to write interesting stories about childhood. She not only tells us how to choose materials, how to write around the center, how to arrange details and so on. With examples, she told us the story of her childhood. Once she went up the mountain to pick mushrooms and accidentally ran into a hornet's nest, which scared her to let out a cry, threw down the basket and turned around and ran away. The result was still a surprise. The next day, half of her face was swollen and looked funny. Xu teacher also told us the origin of her nickname "Lao San Bian" when she was a child: because her grandfather was not good at holding children, he always put her under his arm when he went out. After a long time, her head became a little flat. Because she is the third child, people nicknamed her "the third side" ... The teacher spoke with great emotion and we listened with relish. Understand some of the true meaning of composition. The uniqueness of xu teacher's composition lies in that when we wrote it, xu teacher also wrote it with us. Her composition is a masterpiece with a little modification, which makes us admire. Xu teacher loves writing very much. She often writes articles on the keyboard in the dead of night. That time, in order to write an article on hydrology for us, she wrote until after four o'clock in the morning. We admire her professionalism even more. Before he left, xu teacher wrote us a gift of about 2,000 words as a souvenir. Every sentence in the article is full of teachers' ardent expectations of us. She also printed out the articles she was satisfied with and sent them to us for us to read and communicate ... We will definitely live up to our teacher's expectations, read more and write more in the future, and we will be able to write a composition like xu teacher in the future. By the way, xu teacher has a little dog, Miss Kelu, who is very enthusiastic. Every time we come, he always warmly welcomes us. He is my good friend. I play with him for a while and talk to him every day. When I talk to him, he will listen carefully. His big black eyes stared at me unblinkingly, and his tail wagged from time to time, as if he understood. One day I didn't come because of something. When Lu saw me, he shook his tail like an old friend who had been reunited for a long time and welcomed me warmly. I'm glad to have such an animal friend. In these days, I have gained a lot of things that I can't learn in textbooks, and I have also gained a lot of happiness and happiness. This wonderful time will remain in my memory forever.

5. What is meaningful to yourself (composition).

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Jin Yilin, Class 403 of Daguan Primary School Instructor: Wang Yongmei.

Today, some relatives are coming to visit my home. Mom said she wanted me to cook the best dish for them. I heard this and thought, this is obviously embarrassing me. But I think it's not difficult for me. I have confidence in myself. I was just thinking, and suddenly my eyes flashed. Make a fruit platter! Eating fresh and delicious fruits can not only make people healthy, but also make people feel comfortable. Isn't that great? All right, that's it.

With this in mind, I began to work. Fortunately, there are ready-made fruits at home, so don't buy them. I took out all kinds of fruits: oranges, cucumbers, pears, pomegranates and snake fruits ... The colors of fruits are also colorful, including yellow, green, red and orange.

I thought, what's the best thing to do? You have to make people drool.

Make a bunch of flowers? No, no,no. Still making cakes? Well, it won't work either. Oh, I see. Be a peacock. Well, that's settled. I immediately saw the smug look.

Ready to start work, I'll cut a long cucumber into pieces to make peacock feathers, and put the apples cut into triangles on the cucumber. Then, it was decorated with a circle of grapes, and orange slices with the color like fire were put in the circle. The hardest part is here-the peacock's body and head. I did it very carefully. I made the snake fruit into a peacock's body, but this body is very disobedient and always wobbly. I put an apple slice under the snake fruit, and it was much more stable in the end. I cut the remaining cucumber in half and made beautiful wings. Then, I took out a small tomato as my head and pomegranate as my eyes. I almost succeeded, but the pomegranate just couldn't be inserted at this time, and my hands were shaking. Finally, I finally ate pomegranate meat with a toothpick, and finally succeeded. I jumped up happily and watched from a distance. Wow, what a beautiful "smug"! I was satisfied with my work and smiled proudly. The doorbell rang and the guests came. I'll take out "triumphant" for everyone to taste at once. Everyone looked at it and said, "It's beautiful. Who did it? " My mother caressed my head and said, "Hey, this smart card." Everyone was surprised and gave me a thumbs-up sign. After eating, everyone praised my good hands. What a coincidence, my face turned red.

Ah, I didn't expect making fruit platters to be so interesting and meaningful.

6. An interesting and meaningful thing, a meaningful thing to write 600 words.

The afternoon before yesterday, after I finished my homework, I sat at the window and read a book.

Looking at it, I found that the clouds were gathering and the sky was getting dark, like the bottom of a pot. I pushed open the door and ran out. I saw lightning and thunder in the air, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs. Raindrops as big as beans hit me in the face like knives. I ran home and closed the open window before I realized that my mother would be cold if she didn't put on more clothes. It's raining so hard, and she doesn't have an umbrella, so she will get caught in the rain. She will definitely be a drowned rat when she comes back. Whenever it rains, I take shelter in the school auditorium and walk around in a hurry. However, just as I was about to rush into the rain curtain, I vaguely saw a haggard aunt and heard a gentle voice: son, mom is late, let's go home! Only then did I find out that she was my mother. On the way, my mother opened her umbrella and hit me on the head. She was caught in the rain, so I asked my mother to take an umbrella. My mother was stubborn ... At this time, I found a lot of silver wires on my mother's temples ... Thinking of this, I decided to give my mother send warm-thick clothes and a raincoat. When I'm ready, I'll wait outside my mother's office. I saw other uncles and aunts holding umbrellas and walking happily on their way home; Some people hurried home without umbrellas. The factory was empty, and with the thunder, I was a little scared. Anxiously said to me: "Why can't I see my mother coming out?" I thought to myself: Mom won't stay in the factory to work overtime, will she? No, I'm home alone. It's impossible for my mother not to come back. I waited for 20 minutes, scratched my head and was in a hurry, so I went to my mother's office. Through the crack of the door, I saw my kind mother staring at the newspaper. I thought to myself: My mother worked so hard that she spent all her efforts on her work and forgot to go home. I have set my mouth, I just need to make a sound, but I stopped for fear of affecting my mother's work. So, I stood outside the door silently waiting. When mother finished her work, it was already 6:20. She walked out of the office and found me. I looked at my mother happily and quickly said, "Mom, it's raining cats and dogs today. You're only wearing a T-shirt. I brought you thick clothes and an umbrella. Let's go home! " My mother looked at me naively and smiled, which was quite surprising. She said, "Thank you, son. You are a good boy who cares about his parents ... "We said as we walked. On the way, I felt my mother crying happily.

My parents have done a lot for us, and I will do more meaningful things in the future to repay my parents' love.

7. A meaningful composition. I hope my answer will help you. I have experienced many firsts, such as learning to ride a bike for the first time, mopping the floor for the first time … but none of them are as interesting as my first cooking.

I often stay at home alone during the summer vacation. I remember once, my parents came home very late.

I'm sitting on the sofa watching TV, and my stomach is always growling in my ear. "Oh, I can't help it, my poor stomach!" I said to myself.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind: Mom is really tired when she comes home from work every day and has to do a lot of housework. I should help my mother share some housework. I might as well take this opportunity to cook a meal, show my real kung fu, and at the same time make this hungry belly a little "energetic". It's the best of both worlds. As soon as I got started, I went to the kitchen and began to show my real kung fu. The first course is tomato and egg soup.

I first take out three eggs and two tomatoes from the refrigerator, then wash the tomatoes in the pool, cut them into pieces, put them in the pot, and then pour two bowls of water into the pot with a bowl; Then break the egg, "hey, boy, you are miserable!" " I proudly said that this egg seems to understand me. I didn't even break it five times. I am really exhausted. Finally, I broke it with scissors in a rage. I am glad to pour the egg yolk into the bowl and stir it quickly with chopsticks. Then, I put it in the pot.

Finally, cover the lid, the fire is on, and it's time to cook. Five minutes later, I turned off the fire, lifted the lid, and a fragrance poured into my nose and went straight to my stomach.

"It smells good!" I said. Just as I was about to cook the second course, a doorbell called "Ding Dong Ding Dong" rang, and I hurried to open the door.

It's mom and dad who come back. They came back from playing fast food outside. Fortunately, they didn't make soup, otherwise my tomato and egg soup would have been eliminated. It feels good to cook for the first time. Although there was an accident on the way, my first dish was quite successful! ——————————————————— My life is carefree.

At least my parents cook me three meals a day. I haven't cooked since I was so big! After school this afternoon, I skipped home as usual. "I'm back!" Huh? Why didn't anyone say yes? Dad didn't come back? I walked into the big house with a puzzled expression. It turned out that he was sleeping! I asked him, "Dad, when will you cook?" "Wait until mom comes back."

He replied feebly. "What's the matter with you?" "My head is a little dizzy."

It turns out that he is not feeling well! No wonder! I am waiting for my mother to come back. After a while, my mother called and said she wouldn't come back for dinner.

Dad asked me to cook instant noodles alone. This is my first time to cook instant noodles, but I'm still afraid I can't cook them well.

But I got up the courage to try. I turned on the natural gas first as my father said, and then poured some water into the pot and it was on fire. At this time, my heart was in my throat, afraid of turning up the fire and causing a fire.

Unexpectedly, the biggest thing after opening is a little fire, and my heart is as solid as a big stone falling to the ground. After the water is boiled, I put the instant noodles in the pot and stir them with chopsticks. The more I stirred, the more energetic I became, and finally even the chopsticks were playing in the pot. As a result, I spilled boiling water on me and burned myself, even throwing chopsticks out of my hand.

So I went to the living room to rest. Not long after, I found that the kitchen was steaming hot, and I remembered that I was still cooking instant noodles.

I hurried to the kitchen, and the pot was bubbling. I quickly turned off the natural gas and the pot stopped boiling. When I fished out the instant noodles, it was already intermittent.

Although the instant noodles cooked this time are not very delicious, I am still very happy because I finally learned to cook instant noodles. Through this, I understand: whatever you do, you must have the courage to try! As long as you have the courage to try, that's half the battle! On Saturday, my father and I were at home.

At noon, I was hungry, and my father asked me to make instant noodles myself. I'm so happy to hear the news! Mom always doesn't let me eat instant noodles at ordinary times, saying that there is no nutrition, so I can eat it this time. I went to buy a pack of instant noodles.

; ; ; ; ; ; I poured cold water into the pot first, and the water boiled. I saw white smoke coming from the hole in the lid, and thought that every time the water boiled, my father would put instant noodles in the pot.

I put the instant noodles and seasoning together in a boiling pot, and then cover the pot. Then wait a few minutes, there is smoke on the edge of the lid, which means you can eat.

As soon as I opened the lid, the smoke went straight out, and the attractive aroma went straight to my nose. I quickly put the noodles into the bowl with chopsticks. I gave my father a bowl and he ate it. After eating everything in the pot, he said, "It's delicious. I didn't expect your cooking to be more delicious than mine. " Dad praised me, and my heart was filled with joy.

-Cooking for the first time In our life, there have been many "firsts". My most unforgettable first time was cooking.

I remember that whenever my mother was cooking in the kitchen, I went to see how her mother did it. My mother's movements are very skillful, which always makes my father and I eat delicious food quickly.

I really want to learn to cook, but my mother always refuses to say, "Wait until you grow up." One day, my mother went out and didn't come back until dinner.

I thought: Why don't I try to cook by myself? Do it. I immediately ran to the kitchen to learn from my mother's cooking, but the problem came. How many meters should I put? Have a drink? Two glasses? Three cups? I can't figure it out, because I never pay attention to how many meters my mother puts! Later, I bravely put five cups of rice.

My reason is that my father eats two bowls, my mother eats two bowls and I eat one bowl. Isn't five bowls five cups? After the meal was washed and some water was added, I sat there excitedly waiting for my mother to come back and surprise her. The rice is finally cooked, but it is raw rice.

When my mother came back, I had made a mess in the kitchen. Ha.

A meaningful thing A meaningful thing is that the annual Dragon Boat Festival is here again. Different from the past, this year I decided to learn a special thing, that is Bao jiaozi. In fact, I eat a lot of delicious zongzi every Dragon Boat Festival, and I have seen others make zongzi, but I have never made them myself. Therefore, I want to do something meaningful this year, that is, learn to package jiaozi. On the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, when we returned to our hometown, grandpa had prepared the raw materials for making zongzi: glutinous rice, bamboo leaves, diced meat and chestnuts ... It made my mouth water to think that they would soon become delicious zongzi. When I started making zongzi, I saw my mother pick up two bamboo leaves and gently roll them into a hollow cone, while I rolled them into a straight tube. Relax up there. "Under the guidance of my mother, I rolled up the megaphone. Then I put some glutinous rice into the trumpet, stuffed with pork and chestnuts, covered with glutinous rice, but the glutinous rice jumped out one after another like naughty children. I was so anxious that I stamped my feet. Fortunately, my mother helped me solve the problem-dumping the extra glutinous rice and pressing it, and I was relieved. After a little setback, I finally got to the simplest. Zongzi is delicious only if it is tightly wrapped. I picked up the brown rope and tied it with a lovely bow. You're finished. I picked up the zongzi and prepared to put it in the bucket, but I accidentally pulled the thread. I heard a crash. Glutinous rice is scattered on the ground like flying beads and rolling jade. It took a lot of effort to start all over again. I finally learned how to make zongzi. Cooking zongzi requires patience. We put zongzi in a big pot and simmered it all night with low fire. The delicious zongzi is not cooked until early in the Dragon Boat Festival. I can't wait to taste my zongzi, and I have unspeakable joy in my heart. Through this special experience, I feel a lot. I understand that you should have perseverance, perseverance and meticulous heart in everything you do.

9. meaningful composition writing composition today is Saturday afternoon. after I finish my homework, I have nothing to do. At this time, my mother said to me, "I'm going to do cleaning!" " "Hearing this, I suddenly had a whim. I want to: one is to help my mother do some work, and the other is to relieve my mother's work pressure. It's killing two birds with one stone!

So I said to my mother, "Mom, shall I clean with you?" Mom said, "Of course!"

I can't wait, so I quickly said to my mother, "Mom, let's get to work!" " "So, my mother and I cleaned up seriously. After I soaked the rag, I began to dry it.

I came to the living room first, and the TV cabinet was covered with dust, as if the enemy had occupied a gray land. At this time, I launched an "attack" on the enemy, killing all the "soldiers" and retaking the "territory".

Then, I swept the "enemy" at the dinner table. In a short time, these "enemy troops" were "defeated" by me.

After a while, the rag became dirty. I went to the bathroom, wiped the rag clean and continued to "fight".

I have cleaned all the furniture twice after about half an hour. At this point, they are as good as new. There is no dust on your hands.

I hurried to find my mother and reported my "record" to her. My mother praised me: "My daughter is really capable! I can do things for my family! "

This is the first time I have helped my mother with housework since I was so old. I will do more housework in the future and not be a lazy little hen!