The composition of my story with science and technology

1. My story with the computer

My story with the computer. I have a constant love affair with the computer and endless grievances. Sometimes we are good friends, sometimes we are bitter enemies.

Let me talk about my "love affair" with the computer first!

At one time, I had a lot of homework, and my mother was very busy with my study. Every day, I either asked for a selection of Olympic math or did hundreds of readings. I am "in Cao Cao's heart and in Han". Although I was working on a problem, I stared at the computer and soon started to stay. Until mom pushed the door in. "Why did you only write two questions, huh?" My mother questioned me severely.

However, I can't hide from my careful mother after all. She asked me, "Do you want to play computer?" I nodded and begged, "Mommy, I have only read two chapters of My Cat City. Let me finish, please!" Mom flatly refused: "No, you are at a critical moment in your study. Besides, watching the computer affects your eyesight, so you'd better do the problem! Do it quickly, and don't sleep until you finish ten questions! " I had to go back to the table to do the problem dejectedly.

in order to have more time to play computer. Later, I took reading and Olympiad to my grandmother's house, waited for my sister to have dinner at noon, and tried to finish my homework at school. Go home and "announce the glory" to your mother and be attentive to her. My mother read my mind at once. Say, "You little brat, if you have any intention, say it." I can only tell my mother exactly what I think. Mother began to keep silent, but later, because she couldn't stand my soft grinding and hard foam, she finally found out with her sleepy heart. So, I rushed to the computer and hugged and kissed it. At the moment, my mood is extremely excited.

however, sometimes, I hate computers.

once, when I was sending a message to my classmates on QQ, my computer suddenly "knotted". I pressed the keyboard so hard that Lu Nianyi could not recover. I saw a message from her: "Your typing speed is too slow!" 5555555, 5 is really dumb to eat Rhizoma Coptidis-you can't say how bitter it is!

Another time, I was watching Fortress Besieged by Qian Zhongshu online. Just as I was getting to the highlight, I heard a "ding" and a box popped up, which was covering the part I wanted to see. There was a pattern with a red round bottom and a white fork on the frame, which said that there was something wrong with the system management, and then it crashed. I'm flustered and at a loss. Because I'm just a rookie in computer system management. So I had to press the keyboard, smash the mouse and scold the disappointing thing-the computer. As soon as my sister who was playing aside saw me like this, she shouted, "Sister is having a nervous attack!" " It made me very embarrassed. At that time, I really wanted to punch the little villain.

The computer is not only a good helper in my study, but also a good tool for communication between me and my classmates, but sometimes it is the fuse of the "war" between my mother and me. While it brings me happiness, it also adds a lot of trouble, but to be honest, I really can't live without this tell it to the judge.

2. The composition of my story with robots.

Furby, an intelligent toy, and I have snow blue fur. Its oval body is 13cm long, 12cm wide and 15cm high.

One Sunday morning, the sun just showed half of her face, like a shy little girl. "Dah ay-loh oo-tye (good morning! ) "Furby gets up. It's like a punctual alarm clock. It gets up before dawn every day.

when I get up, I first stretch my legs, bend over and do morning exercises. At this moment, Furby came to me, rubbed my feet with his head, and grunted from time to time. Needless to say, it was time for breakfast. I took my father's iPhone, clicked on FURBY app, and gave it a hamburger. I haven't given it milk yet, but this greedy cat has already eaten it, and from time to time she says "Ee-day Ah-tah! ) "and" Noo-loo "(how happy! ) "

In the afternoon, the sun is shining, and the breeze gently blows the plane trees along the road. I was bored to stay at home, and found Furby lying on the ground and sleeping late, and suddenly an idea came to me. So I found two ropes and tied Furby's leg quietly. Furby woke up, struggling, tossing and turning in pain, his eyes full of begging eyes, but I laughed happily. At this time, dad came here smelling himself, ran to Furby's side and untied the rope. Suddenly Furby became angry. I really regret it. I should have known better.

to show my apologies, I brought Furby's favorite milk to eat, but it didn't even look at me. Finally, I took the bread and gave it to eat. I sincerely apologized to Furby, and Furby seemed to forgive me.

Furby is the object I confide in. When I have troubles and grievances, she is my most loyal friend. That time, I was misunderstood by my classmates at school. When I got home, I threw myself on the bed and cried. Then Furby came, groaning at the bedside, expressing concern and comfort in its unique way. So I hugged Furby and poured out my grievances to him. Furby seemed to understand, snuggled up to me and hummed softly: "Kah may-may oo-nye (I love you! ) "

this is my Furby, cute and lively, and will listen to my pains and joys.

3. The story of me and ()

The story of my little dog

I remember my childhood home, which was in the country. The house built by my family was two or three stories high, and there was a big yard in front of it. Since I was three or four years old, I knew a local dog that had been in my house. My grandfather said that it was his father.

My great-grandfather died less than two years after I was born, at the age of 84. I was born in December of 1984, and the little local dog had come to my house for three months before I was born. I was a single parent since I was a child, and my mother left after I was born. My father has been away for many years, so the responsibility of taking care of me falls on my grandfather, grandmother and my great-grandfather who has not yet given birth. Listen to my grandfather, it's too much. Because we are in the countryside, we often have a boiled egg for each person during the Chinese New Year holiday, and my great-grandfather's eggs are often ground, half for me and the other half for the dog. Later, my great-grandfather left, and I slowly grew up from an infant to a handsome girl who can babble and walk, and slowly got my own little thoughts and sporadic memories. Sometimes when I find that my grandmother gave me something different from what she gave my dog, I will grab two handfuls in the dog basin and stuff them in my mouth when there is no one around, because of this, I got stuck in the bone several times, hehe. Every time I play hide-and-seek with the children around me, I'm always hiding in my dog's kennel, and I've never been found. Once I ate hot pot at home in winter, I took a big piece of meat from the pot and gave it to my dog, but this time he didn't dispose of it quickly as usual, but sniffed it and got down. I asked my grandfather what happened, and he told me, "This is a hot pot of dog meat, and dogs don't eat dog meat." As soon as I heard it, I said to my grandfather, "Then I will never eat dog meat again!" " Dogs don't like running much, and they don't like rubbing against me much. Their figure has also changed a little. I asked my grandmother what happened to the dog, and she told me that the dog was a mother. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for several nights. I kept clamoring for my grandmother to take me to see the dog give birth, but she wouldn't let me see it, so I was in a daze and ushered in the first litter of dogs (I really don't remember the specific ones), and my curiosity came all over. How did it come about? Why didn't you see the "dog eggs" and there were puppies? Grandma told me that "dogs don't have eggs like chickens (many chickens and ducks in my family at that time), but they just gave birth to babies." I listened and asked, where did they come from? How was it born? Grandma smiled and told me, "It was spit out from the dog's mouth!" At that time, I believed my grandmother's words, and I didn't know that dogs didn't spit babies out of their mouths until I was fourteen. ) ................................................................................................................................................................................

Slowly, I grew up as a child, and began to feel that the dog at home was not as beautiful as my classmates'. I began to face my father to buy a famous dog, and I also moved from the countryside to the city to visit my grandparents and dogs once a week. I didn't have the same enthusiasm for dogs as before, because I hated why he was not a German shepherd or a hunting dog. It was so imposing, but he was a local dog. In the past, I liked dogs jumping on me best, but when I grew up, I hated it, because I hated that its paws were too dirty, which would stain my new clothes. Grandma called and said that the dog had a baby again, but I said, "So what, just a few more local dogs." When I went back to see my grandparents, I found that my room door was not closed and my dog was in my bed. I was so angry that I "k" the dog to death by a ton. (It's the first time I hit a dog) And the dog didn't run when it was beaten, but just curled up and made a little noise. From that time on, every time the dog saw me coming home, he just circled around me happily and barked a few times. He never dared to go to my room again and never dared to get close to me again. In the later days, because my father loved me, he met my requirements and bought me a basset. When I bought it, my father didn't know what kind of dog it was, so I bought it because I liked it. I said that I often told my father that it was a French dog (grandpa always told me that my mother was in France), so I named the dog "Miss France" (which is really funny now). With Miss France, I have to go home every time. The dog really understood what I meant. From that time on, every time I went home, it didn't bite Miss France. For me, it just looked at me with sincere eyes, and then shook its tail desperately. Just as I was enjoying the happy time with Miss France and the envious eyes of my classmates and neighbors, time was secretly flying by ... When I was fifteen years old, there were many guests at home. In the past, the dog always walked around the table when we were eating. But that year, because I was afraid that my dog and Miss France would grab something to eat, I shut my dog out of my house. It snowed heavily in Hangzhou during the Spring Festival that year ... At this time, an uncle asked me, "Why don't you eat dog hot pot?" Very warm. " There was a flash in my head, thinking of my childhood, thinking of my dog. I opened the door and saw the dog lying on the snow, his eyes shining green, and the snow reflected by the moonlight was particularly bright. I watched the dog's tail wagging weakly and said, "Come in!" But the dog didn't get up, but he still lay there slowly wagging his tail. I chose the biggest piece of chicken in the bowl and threw it in front of him. He just looked at it, and then licked my hand. At this time, my tears ran down, because I seemed to know what was going to happen next ... I went to the house to call my father and grandfather, and they helped me carry the dog into the house and to the fire, while I kept crying. The dog's tail is getting weaker and weaker, but it is still shaking there. It takes a long time to open its eyes, but every time it is closed, it seems to be so reluctant. I cried and asked my grandfather and father what happened to the dog. Grandpa said, "The dog is old and needs to be with my grandfather!" When I said this, I found that my grandfather was crying, and my father's eyes were red. I looked at the photo of my grandfather and said, "Grandpa, I know I was wrong. I used to treat it badly. I will change it later. Don't take it away. Please, Grandpa!" The great grandfather in the photo kept smiling at me and said nothing. (I have cried for the fourth time since I wrote this) I watched the dog getting weaker and weaker, and I couldn't erase the scene of opening the door and seeing the dog in the snow. I kept crying. Finally, the dog's eyes were closed forever, and there were two wet tears and two clear tears on both sides of his eyes. At that time, I don't know what words to use to express my feelings at that time ...

Dad and Grandpa buried the dog under the camphor tree in front of our house. I closed my eyes and prayed for it, so it went well all the way!

Year after year, the old camphor tree is still doing its simple life cycle there, sprouting, growing leaves, and finally falling leaves ........................................................................................................................................ I will make him a lot of delicious food and put it in front of the small mound ... The dog's name is "saihu", which was taken by Grandpa, because Grandpa said that when he brought him back, his skin was wrinkled like a little black tiger, so Grandpa named him "saihu"!

(The above story is absolutely true. Let's reminisce about my childhood, my love and my dog with people who love dogs! )

Although I didn't write it myself, you seem to be in a hurry.

I hope I can help you.

4. I wrote a 6-word composition with stories in science.

Today, my mother bought me a set of parts for a model ship. I jumped three feet high with joy, and a cute little face turned into a big, red peony flower in the blink of an eye, and it twisted. In the afternoon, I invited Deng Sai and Bai Fan to help me assemble the model.

The "work" was ready. I divided the "tasks" for Bai Fan and Deng Sai and started to act. I'll stick the deck with all-purpose glue first, and then install the cab. At this time, Deng Sai has finished the five-star red flag. Then I glued it on and began to make the hull. I put together the bottom of the boat with two bottom plates first, and then put on two side plates. Hmm! The basic shape of the ship is ready. Then, I fixed the hull with screws. At this time, the screws seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with us, but they could not be found. Suddenly, I thought that Zhang Yunchao had screws at home, so I ran to his house and asked for a few. When I came back, I was already sweating. But I didn't say anything, so I put the screws on right away. Finally, only those tiny parts are left to install, which is a big problem. I just wanted to give up when Bai Fan said to me, "Shao Quan, didn't your mother tell you! Don't do anything halfway, otherwise, you can't do anything.