He is really a computer geek.

Yu Wei in our class has always been a computer geek. Sometimes he forgets to eat while playing.

Once, Yu Wei came to my house to play. As soon as he took off his shoes, he ran to the study in three steps, and a gust of wind blew all the way.

(Comments: "Regardless of the willy-nilly", "Three Steps and Two Steps" and "A gust of wind blowing on the way to running" wrote impatience with exaggerated methods, good! In addition, it is suggested that "run to the study" be changed to "go directly to my study to find the computer." This will make Yu Hao's purpose more clear. )

He turned on the computer and started his favorite game-crossing the line of fire. Yu Wei's fingers kept jumping on the keyboard, his right hand quickly slid the mouse on the table, his eyes shining with strange light, staring at the screen, killing the enemy one by one. All this dazzled me, and I secretly admired him.

(Comment: The action description is in place. For example, "fingers keep jumping on the keyboard" and "the mouse slides quickly on the table" wrote, this is a master of games, and it is not a day's work to be so skilled! The description of expression is also good. "Eyes shining with strange light, staring intently" shows the degree of "ecstasy". )

"Eat, eat!" The mother standing in the restaurant fanned her sweat and watched her cooking with satisfaction. I went to eat, but Yu Wei still sat in front of the computer, without any response. His eyes were still fixed on the screen and he didn't look up. He was still mumbling, "Well done, great!"

(Comments: "Just Sitting", "Don't Look Up" and "You're still mumbling" are described from multiple angles, making the characters look full and true! )

I ran over and shouted, "Yu Wei, dinner is ready!" " "At this moment, Yu" woke up "and a few thin bloodshot eyes appeared. He felt dizzy and walked unsteadily. Maybe he played too long!

Hey, what an unspeakable computer geek. He sometimes walks around and jumps like the people in the school games. Oh, I'm really fascinated!

He is really-he is really responsible for writing 450 words. He is a chubby young man with a square head and small eyes under heavy eyebrows. There is a glib mouth under the short nose.

I transferred from the second grade. Zhang Xiaogang is a class cadre. I see him pointing at everyone all day, and I feel sick at the sight of him.

This view lasted until the second semester of grade four, and then it changed my view of him.

On that day, our team was on duty under the supervision of Zhang Xiaogang.

I didn't want to be told what to do, so I went to the health area to sweep the floor and look for opportunities to avoid him.

I don't know how long it took. When I returned to the classroom, all the students on duty had left, leaving only Zhang Xiaogang.

He limped with a broom and clung to the small pieces of paper in the corner.

I just found out that his sprained leg in physical education class hasn't healed yet. I just stood at the door, my eyes blurred.

He said: "The quality of sweeping the floor is poor. I am afraid that the inspector will see that this month's civilized class will be gone.

"At this point, I felt a kind of admiration in my heart, and my misunderstanding of him made me feel guilty.

Gradually, I found many advantages from him. He not only loves the group, but also studies hard.

Usually after class, students go out to play, but Zhang Xiaogang sits in his seat and reads.

Once, Zhang Xiaogang and I went to a remedial class to learn English.

After class, the teacher showed us Tom and Jerry.

Today's story is wonderful and the classroom is very noisy.

I haven't met Zhang Xiaogang, and I think: He will laugh his ass off! I walked out of the classroom and he was in the corridor. I saw him reading, painting and reciting for a while.

I went up to him and said, "Tom and Jerry is great today. Go in and have a look! " He looked up and said, "You must have heard of' black hair doesn't know how to learn early, but a bald head regrets learning late'.

It's not too late to read comics in the future, but readers may not have a chance! "I heard that, blushed and returned to the classroom in shame.

Is Zhang Ning-a good example worth learning.

He is really strict. My writing teacher is Hu Zhe, who is my writing teacher in normal school.

He is neither tall nor young, but his hair is half white.

He is also very careless about his clothes. He always wears blue cloth all the year round, which is in sharp contrast with other teachers.

The most unforgettable thing is that he wears a pair of deep myopia glasses on his broad face and those forever deep eyes behind the glasses.

His image is not good-looking, but he loves to laugh. When he smiled, he showed a pair of ugly big teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were folded into arhats.

A mantra he often talks about is: "Hang it all".

Mr Hu Zhe likes to be angry and out of control.

As long as his classmates make unforgivable mistakes, he flies into a rage and his voice can be heard for miles.

His face flushed, and then he scolded mercilessly loudly: "What's the matter? Don't listen in class, homework is not completed, affecting the mood in class! Go back and think about it yourself! This is outrageous! How dare you! " In the next lecture, his tone was full of severity and his face was tight.

But slowly, his voice softened a lot, his face returned to a smile, and his two front teeth could not help showing.

He spoke in more detail, and from time to time he whispered, "Do you understand?" We know that it turns out that he is not really angry, but distracting us.

So we answered loudly: "I understand!" He smiled more happily.

That time, I don't know whether it was a feeling in my heart or a whim. I wrote an essay "When I am homesick". As a result, I was read by him in front of the whole class. He also said that this is a masterpiece with true feelings and originality, which attracted the envy of his classmates.

I don't know which classmate is jealous, and secretly said, "Hum! This is plagiarism! " Unexpectedly, this sentence slipped into his ear. He glared at him and casually threw out a sentence: "Hang it all! Can you help me copy an article? " Then he turned his eyes to me, and the ugly smile on his face came again: "Tell me how you wrote this composition.

"I looked at the trusting eyes and smile on the teacher's face and calmly expressed my homesickness since I checked in.

The classroom was quiet, the students listened quietly, and the teacher seemed very excited. He kept nodding, and the smile on his face became more brilliant. The two ugly front teeth also involuntarily revealed their mouths.

After I finished, he took the lead in applauding me, and kept saying, "True feelings are meaningful!" "It can be said that from then on, I loved writing more, and fell in love with Mr. Hu Zhe's class more. He also paid more attention to my guidance in writing.

Writing teacher, I will always remember your "stern" and sunny smile.

He is really my grandfather, with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. A pair of bright eyes always show kind eyes, letting people know that he is an amiable old man.

One day, my mother stood in front of an empty cupboard and muttered, "This cupboard is empty. What should I put it in? " This is, my mother saw me and asked me to take out my art works and put them in the cupboard.

I said shyly, "I ... my hands are clumsy, how can I ..." My mother said disappointedly, "You are nothing like your grandfather, but he can draw a good picture!" Hearing this, I rushed to my grandfather's side and said to him, "Grandpa, I heard that you paint very well. I want you to draw one."

""But now there is no rice paper and writing brush! ""I have a brush, but I can spread paper ... "At this moment, grandpa's eyes stayed on the porcelain plate on the table and said to me," Then draw on the porcelain plate! "You can also draw on porcelain plates. It seems that grandpa is really good! Grandpa took out the porcelain plate, pen and ink, and prepared to draw.

I thought: I have to embarrass him! I said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, I like cats best on weekdays, so draw a cat!" " "Grandpa said without thinking," good! No problem.

"Grandpa picked up a pen, stained with ink, drew a few strokes on the porcelain plate, and the outline of a lifelike cat appeared in front of my eyes.

"ah! Grandpa is so good! " I can't help crying.

Then, grandpa focused on the cat's eyes and gave the cat long eyelashes.

Grandpa waved his hand, and his eyes seemed to be selling cute and smiling at me! I was dumbfounded.

After a while, grandpa's masterpiece was finished.

I excitedly put it in the cupboard.

Mamajian ...

He (she) is really amiable (450 words). On the morning of June 1, the bright sunshine shone on the whole campus, making this school which just entered the provincial level look more beautiful.

In order to celebrate our Children's Day, the school specially held a colorful and interesting garden activity.

Park activities include: fishing, shooting, blowing candles, shooting, solve riddles on the lanterns, catching glass beads, playing blind ball, shuttlecock, hula hoop, floating needle and playing table tennis.

Among them, I think the most interesting project is blowing out candles.

The rules of this project are: blow out three or four candles in one breath and you can get a lottery ticket; If you blow out five or six candles in one breath, you can get two pairs of lottery tickets.

When I arrived at the activity venue with great interest, there were already more than 20 people waiting in line, so I had to wait patiently behind the line.

The procession moved slowly like running water. I wish it was my turn in the blink of an eye.

At this point, some students blew out six candles in one breath, and their faces showed a proud look.

I thought to myself: What are you proud of? Look back at me! Some students only blew out three or four candles in one breath; Some students worked very hard, their mouths bulging round, but they didn't even blow out a candle. Disappointed, they wanted to blow again, so they had to run to the back of the line to continue queuing.

Seeing their performance, I was both happy and nervous. I'm really worried that I can't blow any of them. In that case, it would be boring.

This man is really nice. 450 words. This man is really nice. The world is infinite.

How many people have I met, but what I remember vividly is an old lady who inspired me.

Remember to go to the first grade in summer vacation.

I was transferred to Shanghai by my mother.

There, eat, drink and enjoy all the blessings.

But my parents always go out and shut me up in my room during the day.

Once I was curious and begged them to take me, but my parents reluctantly agreed.

At first glance, it is at the farmer's market.

Listen to their chatter, alas! It's really boring

Naughty, I sneaked out all the way, only to see traffic on the wide road.

I was just about to fly into a rage! Suddenly, a pair of calloused hands grabbed me and looked up. An old lady with white hair has several deep wrinkles on her face.

The kind voice said to me, "Little sister should be careful when crossing the road. Look at the light above, the red light can't go, and the green light can go. Remember! " My heart was shaking and I stared at her.

Watch her lead me across the street step by step.

Bend down and ask me, "Where is your home? I'll take you back.

"I am busy nodded.

The old lady told me a lot all the way, which made me understand a lot.

Everything the old lady said and did, my every move was deeply imprinted in my mind.

How nice of her! ...

He's great. His composition is 450 words. My cousin's name is Yao Yao.

His hair is hairy, and his round face is embedded with a pair of small but magical eyes.

During the Chinese New Year this year, he came back from Xi 'an, only took one look, and I immediately fell in love with him.

Although my cousin is young, he is very sensible.

A glass of water spilled on the table. I just want to wipe it with a rag. As soon as he saw it, he rushed over and said, "Sister, wipe!" Grandma handed him a rag, and he sang, "We soldiers are just different." "Everyone here couldn't help laughing.

Another time, my little aunt was combing her hair. When cousin saw it, she quickly picked up the comb, stood on the sofa and said with a smile, "Mom, let me comb it for you. Yao Yao has combed himself! " What impressed me the most was what happened on the fourth night of New Year's Eve: that night, we sat around watching TV, and my cousin and I were playing ball.

At this moment, I suddenly found my cousin's face flushed.

His temperature was measured, which actually reached 38 ゜ degrees Celsius.

My uncle quickly took out the spare medicine at home and gave it to him.

This medicine is bitter. I have eaten it before, and it feels really hard to swallow, not to mention such a small child.

But my cousin didn't even hesitate to swallow it in one gulp, which surprised us.

When sleeping at night, he fell asleep sweetly with my little rabbit in his arms.

The hanging heart in our family has finally been put down.

Cousin, you are great!

This is my father. He is really good at writing 450 words. Thank you. My father is such a person. He's really great. His black hair is mixed with a few white hairs. His face is a little dark, but his eyes are bright. That's my father.

Dad is forty years old, but he is still childlike.

When I learned to play yo-yo by accident in the fourth grade, I bought one and finished my homework and went home to play.

At this time, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to give it a try. He said to me, "son, lend your father a play."

"So, I handed the yo-yo to my father.

Dad couldn't play at first, and the ball was always out of control. He didn't learn it after a long time.

Dad looked worried, so I said to him, "Wait until the yo-yo slides to the bottom, and then pull it up."

"Dad tried several times and learned several tricks such as' sleeping' and' walking the dog'! The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he played, the more interested he became, and he didn't want to put it down for a while.

Mom looked at dad's playful look and said, "It's 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an old urchin!" !

It feels good to grow up. It feels good to grow up. Life is a thick book, and every page records the footprints of people's growth.

Childhood is a dream; A teenager is a painting; Youth is a poem.

-Inscribe the wind chimes of the years shaking and shaking, unconsciously shaking for sixteen spring and autumn.

Grandma said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. The child has really grown up and grown taller. "

"Mom said," I finally grew up and understood the hard work of my parents.

"The teacher said," You have grown up, and now you can take the initiative to study.

"... I also feel that I have really grown up and become more and more mature.

"Teacher, when can I grow up?" In the file of kindergarten growth, I left my immature voice.

Colorful comic books give me endless fun.

When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly. At that time, I just wanted to live independently when I grew up and not be "oppressed" by my parents.

Breakfast is made by my parents, clothes are worn by my parents, and the bed is managed by my parents ... Although my parents gave me a lot of warmth, I feel that everything is not my own.

Therefore, I am eager to grow up, eager to grow up quickly.

Flowers bloom and fall, autumn wind and autumn rain, and another autumn comes naturally.

Finally, I am in the fourth grade of primary school.

My mother said to me, "You are no longer young. You should take care of yourself in your life.

"So, I have my own small world-a three-square-meter hut.

This is really exciting. I finally have my own home and can take care of myself.

In this small world, reading has become my greatest pleasure.

Watching the Gadfly, I can't help but be moved by the family that I can't give up. Watching the science fiction "Mysterious World" makes me flap my imagination, adding some mystery and beauty to the story.

I am intoxicated in the sea of books.

Books are the source of wisdom and the ladder of human progress.

Accompanied by Mo Yunshu, I grew up day by day.

"Flowers will reopen one day, and people are no longer young.

"When the rain and dew in the flower season moistened my heart, I gradually matured.

I stepped into the threshold of junior high school life.

This is the life I really yearn for.

I remember that night when I first lived on campus, I was so excited that I didn't sleep well all night, although I felt a little sad at home.

At school, I not only learned the mystery of nature and the beauty of the space world, but also learned how to be a man.

I joke with my friends and feel free.

Because I found wings that can fly, how steel was tempered made me stronger.

Looking back on the past days, I left a series of crooked footprints on the road of growth, with pain and joy, enrichment and loss.

Although I miss my childhood paradise, I still hope to grow up.

"Wan Juan ancient and modern disappear forever, a window faint dawn send time.

"I want to pick the waves of wisdom, constantly enrich, enrich and improve myself, and live every day happily and meaningfully in the reverie and expectation of a better life.

"It feels good to grow up!" In my growth file, I wrote down my motto.

It feels good to grow up.

It's good to have a home. Home means different things to everyone. Everyone has a home.

Fish's home is the sea, birds' home is the blue sky ... everyone has a home.

So, what is home? Home is a harbor of love, a family affection, a garden of the soul, the most beautiful cloud on the horizon, and the happiness and joy brought by angels ... Here, mom encourages you to fight more and more bravely with love; Father sternly warned you not to be proud.

Here, there is no invasion of winter and heat, only the blessing of spring and autumn.

Here, you can see your parents' loving eyes, read their love for you, hear your mother's concern for you and your father's hearty laughter.

Although there have been quarrels and conflicts here, it is a sunny day after the storm.

It is full of joy and happiness. It is the most beautiful place in the world, because it is the most precious wealth in your life.

The door of home is always open for you. No matter where you go, it will wait for you to protect you silently until you come back.

If you are tired, go home. You think you have prepared dinner.

If you encounter setbacks, please don't back down. Your parents will cheer you up at home.

Liang Shiqiu once said: "No place in the world is more comfortable than your home, no matter how humble and shabby it is.

"Yes, I want to shout here:" It's good to have a home.

" ...

I really admire him (her) Some people worship movie stars, some people worship revolutionary martyrs, and some people worship their teachers and classmates.

However, the person I admire is her-my ordinary mother.

She has never been on TV, nor is she a household name; She did not rush to the front to defend the motherland like a revolutionary martyr; She has never been a teacher, teaching students knowledge.

However, she is my favorite mother! Who holds up a big umbrella for you when it rains? Is the mother; Who will dress you when you are cold? Is the mother; Who takes care of you when you are sick? It's mom.

I remember one time, it was a rainy day. I have a fever and there is no one at home. My mother learned that I had a fever and came back from work in the heavy rain. Lightning flashed overhead, but she still ran on the main road regardless of her body. She came home soaked and took care of me without changing clothes.

I recovered from my illness, but my mother caught a cold. I brought my mother a bowl of water, and she smiled happily.

Another time, I was picky about food when I was eating, and I only ate one dish. My mother gave me every dish. My mother did this to me, and I know that my mother did it for my own good and for the nutritional balance of hunger.

Although I was not convinced, I still thought, "Mom, that's very kind of you!" My mother often teaches me to respect the old and love the young, be polite to others, and be an honest, brave and responsible person.

My mother is such a person that I like. I love you forever, mom! ...

This man is really good. Speaking of this quiet girl, everyone will praise her.

She is the study committee member of our class-Liu Xinying.

She has a oval face and bright eyes set off under her curved eyebrows. If you make her angry, she will stare at you like a terrible devil.

The nose under the eyes is slightly upturned, and a red mouth can talk.

She also has a pair of exquisite jade hands and writes well.

Not only does she get good grades, she loves reading, but she also plays Rubik's Cube very well.

Once it was a micro class at noon on Wednesday, and she took two different Rubik's cubes to the stage.

She said to everyone, "It's time for my show again. Today, I will perform magic tricks for you. I will ask two students to help me disrupt the Rubik's cube.

"Everyone raised their hands, and they were very eager to choose themselves.

In the end, she chose Ling Zifan and Wang Zitong, who smashed her Rubik's Cube and deliberately made things difficult for her.

After the interruption, Ling Zifan said, "Hum! I'll see what you do.

"I saw her pick up the Rubik's Cube, watch it for a few seconds and start to recover.

She holds the Rubik's Cube in both hands and recites some formula in her mouth: Down, Up, Left, Right, Down ... It sounds like a young monk chanting to me.

In this way, she twisted the Rubik's cube while reciting the formula, and recovered six sides of a Rubik's cube in more than a minute, and the second concave-convex Rubik's cube did not baffle her.

The applause thundered below, and everyone admired her skills.

Liu Xinying is versatile. We really envy her! ...

Today, I'm glad that today, I finally have time to tidy my room.

I tell you, my room is really messy.

As soon as I entered the room, the books on the bed were like a kennel.

Because every time I get up in the middle of the night, I pick up a book and read it. When I feel sleepy, I will throw it aside. Besides, there are papers and pens on my bed. When I think of something, I will pick up the strokes. If I don't want to draw pictures, I will leave them everywhere.

Smell my quilt again. It stinks very, very much. There used to be a cute duckling on the quilt, but now it has become an ugly duckling.

I took the cotton wool out of the quilt and put it on the bamboo pole to dry.

After waiting for a long time, I finally saw a ray of sunshine, and then I took the quilt cover to wash it. After washing, I spin it dry.

When I entered the room, my eyes immediately turned to the desk. Must be a mess. All the books on the desk are piled up like hills.

I quickly put the books in order and put them in the bookcase. This table is much neater.

I went to the closet and opened the door. Piles of clothes fell down.

I couldn't help saying, "God, what a mess! How long do I have to clean up! " "I folded my clothes and put them in the closet.

When loading socks, I didn't find a complete pair of socks at all, only one was left.

I said curiously, "Where are the socks?" I searched all the rooms and finally found socks in the bookcase.

You see, I was so confused that I used the bookcase as a wardrobe.

I came to the living room, cleaned my muddy shoes and put them in order.

After the exhibition, I saw a pot of flowers next to the TV, and an unpleasant smell came to my nose. I hurried over and took the flowers out of the balcony to change the water.

I changed the water for the flowers, and the flowers were much brighter than before, and they smiled.

I went to the study with a blank face. How can it be so dirty? I just cleaned last week.

I remember, it turned out to be a lot of dust, plus the snacks I usually eat. After eating, I threw away the garbage bag.

After sweeping for a long time, I finally finished sweeping, but the garbage could not hold two sacks.

The room was finally cleaned.

At night, I packed the quilt and quilt cover, and fell asleep unconsciously after putting it on.

Although cleaning the room is very tiring, I am so happy to see the room I have cleaned.

...

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