Write a 400-word essay with the title of Ruler

1. Write an essay with the title "That ruler makes me suffer"

My father's warmth is on that ruler - the inscription "Father's love is a mountain peak," Let your body and mind remain calm and firm even if you withstand wind, frost, rain and snow; father's love is an ocean, let your soul remain kind and tolerant even if it encounters lightning and thunder.

Father's love is a ray of light that allows your soul to see the bright road even when it is on the brink of darkness. My father's love is a beacon in my journey of life, illuminating my journey when I am lost. When I was a child, I vividly demonstrated the character of children who love to play, so I spent all my time to be happy. I was thinking about finding funds to help me, so I resolutely chose to "steal", but what I stole was my own money - my mother.

I took the "huge amount" of 5 yuan and had fun with my friends all day. In the evening, I had to rush home slowly while thinking about how to deal with the next "big deal" at home. A violent storm.” On the way home, probably because of the cold weather, there were very few pedestrians, and the north wind was blowing hard. Dead leaves and pieces of paper were dancing wildly in the air under the ruthless destruction of Granny Wind. I couldn't help but stop and admire it. This beautiful view before my eyes.

Countless reasons to deal with my parents, like soap bubbles of hope, rose in my mind, but then they burst and disappeared. The sky was getting darker and darker, and I had no time to think about how to deal with my parents. I could only walk towards the familiar house. When I got home, it was quiet. My father was sitting in the living room. To my surprise, My father, who had never smoked, smoked several cigarettes for some reason. I looked at my father’s trophies in the ashtray. I felt overwhelmed and my mind went blank. I slowly walked towards my room. My father continued to remain silent. , I couldn't help but feel smug, "It's great that my father doesn't know about me being "unpunished"!" The stone in my heart fell. Just when I was secretly happy and about to open the door, my father stopped me. He told me: "Come back!" The vicissitudes of voice sounded slightly pale against the backdrop of the north wind blowing by the window.

I stopped and the stone that had just fallen suddenly hit my throat. I walked towards my father cautiously and said, "Say, what good things have you done today?" My father said with a majestic voice. I responded tremblingly in the wind. I couldn't help but feel a little timid. I lowered my head and responded in a low voice: "No.

I didn't do anything good." My father's face was full of anger, but he still kept his expression. Zuo asked me again in a calm voice: "Really you didn't do it?" I raised my head and hesitated to speak, "I didn't do it!" The fire in my father's heart could no longer be hidden, and it burst out with a roar. : "You have learned to lie!" My father immediately stood up and turned to my room as if he was looking for something. My mother anxiously followed my father's pace, pulled my father into their room, and whispered something, I am worried. After a while, my father looked for a ruler and left the room. He said calmly: "If you confess, I won't pursue it. If you continue to make it up, I will let this ruler tell you." Tell the truth!" My father said every word, quite majestic. I felt guilty and lowered my head, but I still refused to admit it. I also claimed that I was more wronged than Dou E and said that I did not deceive my father.

Probably my father couldn't bear it anymore, so he finally raised the ruler in his hand. I raised my head and looked at my father expectantly. In the end, the ruler in my father's hand still didn't touch my palm. My father forced a smile at me angrily: "I'll say it again, if you admit it yourself, forget it. If you still do this, don't blame me!" I insisted on Liu Hulan's spirit and competed with my father. When my father saw I didn't say anything, and I didn't care that my mother, who had been silent for a long time, began to plead for me, and picked up the ruler.

There was a "pop" sound.

The ruler hit my hand, and a red mark was deeply engraved on my hand. The ruler was full of crystals. My father, who never sheds tears, broke the line this time, but it was because of the beating. I responded to those words. "It hit my son's body and hurt my heart.

"Looking at the glint on my father's face, my heart was deeply shocked. I knew that I was wrong. ! I cried: "Dad, I was wrong, I shouldn't lie, I shouldn't secretly take mom's money!" When my father saw this, he stopped holding the ruler in his hand.

Since that time, the ruler has never been in my father's hands again.

I know, father, your love for me is all on that ruler, and the warmth of your tears is all on that ruler. I remember that it was tough love, and I also remember it. The warmth of that ruler blossomed in my heart, lingering and warming me all the time. 2. Write an essay with the title "That ruler makes me suffer"

Father's warmth is on that ruler————Inscription

Father's love is a mountain peak, Let your body and mind remain calm and firm even if you withstand wind, frost, rain and snow;

Father's love is an ocean, let your soul remain kind and tolerant even if it encounters lightning and thunder.

Father's love is a ray of light that allows your soul to see the bright road even when it is on the brink of darkness.

My father’s love is a beacon in my journey of life, illuminating my journey when I am lost.

When I was a child, I regarded my child’s love for fun as a character trait. It was vividly displayed, so in order to be happy with Noh, I tried my best to find funds to help me. I resolutely chose to "steal", but what I stole was my own money - my mother.

I took the "huge amount" of 5 yuan and had fun with my friends all day. In the evening, I had to rush home slowly while thinking about how to deal with the next "big deal" at home. A violent storm." On the way home, probably because of the cold weather, there were very few pedestrians, and the north wind was blowing hard. Dead leaves and pieces of paper were dancing wildly in the air under the ruthless destruction of Granny Wind. I couldn't help but stop and admire it. This beautiful view before my eyes. Countless reasons for dealing with my parents were like soap bubbles of hope rising in my mind, but then they burst into flames.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and I had no time to think about how to deal with my parents. I could only bite the bullet and walk towards the familiar house. When I got home, it was quiet, and my father was sitting In the living room, what surprised me was that my father, who had never smoked, smoked several cigarettes for some reason. I looked at my father's trophies in the ashtray and felt at a loss. My mind went blank and he slowly walked towards me. In the room, my father continued to remain silent, and I couldn't help but feel smug, "It's great that my father doesn't know about me being "unpunished"!" The stone in my heart fell. Just as I was secretly happy, I was about to open the door. At that moment, my father called me: "Come back!" The vicissitudes of voice seemed slightly pale and weak against the north wind blowing by the window. I stopped and the stone that had just fallen suddenly hit my throat. I walked towards my father cautiously and said, "Tell me, what good things have you done today?" My father said with a majestic voice. I responded tremblingly in the wind, and I couldn't help but feel a little timid. I lowered my head and responded in a low voice: "No... I didn't do anything good." My father was full of anger, but he still pretended to be calm and asked me again: "Really no?" "Do it?" I raised my head and hesitated, "No!" The fire in my father's heart couldn't be hidden anymore, and he roared: "You have learned to lie!" Dad stood up immediately. She turned to my room as if she was looking for something. My mother anxiously followed my father's footsteps and pulled my father into their room. She whispered something. I peeked worriedly. After a while, my father was looking for me. A ruler came out of the room and said calmly: "If you confess yourself, I will not pursue it. If you continue to make it up, I will let this ruler tell you what the truth is!" Father said word for word, It was quite majestic, and I lowered my head lower with a guilty conscience, but still refused to admit it. I even claimed that I was more wronged than Dou E, and said that I had not deceived my father. Probably because my father couldn't bear it anymore, he finally raised the ruler in his hand. I raised my head and looked at my father expectantly. In the end, the ruler in my father's hand still didn't touch my palm, and my father forced a smile at me angrily. : "I say it again, admit it yourself, forget it, if you still do this, don't blame me!" I insisted on Liu Hulan's spirit and competed with my father. My father didn't say anything when he saw this, and he also Ignoring my mother who had been silent for a long time, she began to plead for me and picked up the ruler. . . There was a "pop" sound.

The ruler hit my hand, and a red mark was deeply engraved on my hand. The ruler was full of crystals. My father, who never sheds tears, broke the line this time, but it was because of the beating. I responded to those words. "It hit my body and hurt my heart." Looking at the glint on my father's face, my heart was deeply shocked. I knew that I was wrong! I cried: "Dad, I was wrong, I shouldn't lie, I shouldn't secretly take mom's money!" When my father saw this, he stopped holding the ruler in his hand.

Since that time, the ruler has never been in my father's hand again.

I know, father, your love for me is all on that ruler, and the warmth of your tears is all on that ruler. I remember that it was tough love, and I also remember it. The warmth of that ruler blossomed in my heart, lingering and warming me all the time. 3. Write an essay with the title "That ruler makes me remember it hard"

At night, the quiet moonlight shines on my face through the gauze curtain. The scenes during the day come to mind again. In front of me... we are a family of three walking along the Xitang River. Although the beautiful scenery at dusk is picturesque, I have no intention of enjoying it. My homework will take me a day, and I also have to prepare a composition.

It's such a waste to go out for a walk when time is so precious... I just want to speed up and go home quickly. My mother noticed something strange about me: "What's wrong? You seem worried, tell me." I was extremely irritable, but after hearing her words that added fuel to the fire, I became even more angry: "It's so annoying! There are so many homeworks. I still have to prepare a composition manuscript, and I asked questions knowingly, ***!" I didn't want to, but my mother, who was gentle and considerate just now, suddenly changed her expression and showed her ruler: "What are you bothering about recently? You are bothered by trivial things, and if you bother me anymore, you are the one who bothers me. Let's go!" I was scolded, tears of grievance burst out of my eyes, and I ran home desperately. When I got home, I still didn't look at my mother. But what she said before dinner made me change my mind: "I know you are annoyed. , I have a lot of homework recently, I was too impulsive just now, I'm sorry! Mom just hopes that you can relax and believe that you can handle things well." Suddenly, I understood my mother's good intentions, and how I shouldn't have done it! My mother is busy with housework and busy at work, and she cares about her children everywhere. What I received was not only an apology, but also understanding from my mother! I will never forget my mother’s words of wisdom to me. 4. Write an essay with the title "That ruler makes me remember it hard"

At night, the quiet moonlight shines on my face through the gauze curtain. The scenes during the day appear again in my mind. In front of my eyes...

Our family of three was walking by the Xitang River. Although the beautiful scenery at dusk was picturesque, I had no intention of enjoying it. My homework would take me a whole day, and I also had to prepare a composition. It's such a waste to go out for a walk when time is so precious... I just want to pick up the pace and get home quickly.

My mother noticed something strange about me: "What's wrong? You seem to be worried, tell me." I was extremely irritable, but after hearing her words that added fuel to the fire, I became even more angry: "I'm annoyed. Damn it! There are so many homeworks, and I still have to prepare essays, and you know what to do, ***!" I didn't want to, but my mother, who was gentle and considerate just now, suddenly changed her face and showed her ruler: "What are you bothering about these trivial things? "I'm annoyed, please go away by yourself!"

I was scolded, tears of grievance burst into my eyes, and I ran home desperately. When I got home, I still didn't look at my mother. But she said before dinner One sentence made me change my view: "I know you are very annoyed. You have a lot of homework recently. I was too impulsive just now. I'm sorry! Mom just hopes that you can relax and believe that you can handle things well." Suddenly, I understood. My mother had good intentions, but I should not have done so!

My mother is busy with housework and busy at work, and she cares about her children everywhere. What I received was not only an apology, but also her mother’s understanding! I will never forget my mother’s words of wisdom to me. 5. Can teachers write a composition with a ruler?

As long as I remember, I have always had an inexplicable fear of the "rule".

Perhaps it was because the day I picked up my schoolbag to go to school, my grandma said to me: "Be obedient in school. If you don't obey, the teacher's ruler will hit the palm of your hand." "Ruler?" I was filled with doubts and worries.

"Yes, it is a long and wide stick. Any student who is disobedient or does something wrong will get a slap on the palm of his hand. Once, I forgot to do my homework because I was taking care of my younger siblings. "The next day, my husband's ruler fell into my palm with a 'pop, snap' sound. It hurt..." Grandma continued her memories, but I was already horrified by what I heard.

I was so scared that I didn’t dare to do anything naughty. However, I still saw the teacher walking into the classroom with a "ruler". I didn't dare to face it, just like I didn't dare to accept its punishment.

The teacher gently placed it on the podium, and I carefully picked it up. Although it was not as wide as grandma said, it was longer than grandma said. Will it hurt more if the hand is hit by a long and thin bamboo stick? My heart beats faster and faster.

"ɑ", the teacher wrote a pinyin on the blackboard, then took out the "rule ruler" without thinking, pointed at the word and said kindly: "Students, please read 'ɑ' with me "I'm so nervous. If I don't read well, will the "ruler" fall on me? Throughout the whole class, the "jie rule" did not fall on any of the students, but we learned several pinyin.

When I got home, I asked my mother with doubts, why the "jie ruler" my grandma mentioned didn't hit the palms of my hands? My mother smiled and said: "Silly boy, that is the 'pointer' that imparts knowledge!" Under the guidance of the pointer, I learned pinyin, Chinese characters, and mathematics, and grew from an ignorant child into a young teenager. . 6. Can teachers write a composition with a ruler?

As long as I remember, I have always had an inexplicable fear of the "rule". Perhaps it was because the day I picked up my schoolbag to go to school, my grandma said to me: "Be obedient in school. If you don't obey, the teacher's ruler will hit your palm." "Rubber ruler?" I was full of doubts and worries. "Yes, it is a long and wide stick. Any student who is disobedient or does something wrong will get a slap on the palm of his hand.

Once, I forgot to do my homework because I was taking care of my younger brothers and sisters. "The next day, my husband's ruler fell into my palm with a bang. It hurt..." Grandma continued her memories, but I was already horrified by what she heard. I was so ignorant that I was extremely scared, so I didn’t dare to do anything naughty again. However, I still saw the teacher walking into the classroom with a "ruler". I didn't dare to face it, just like I didn't dare to accept its punishment. The teacher gently put it on the podium, and I carefully picked it up. Although it was not as wide as grandma said, it was longer than grandma said.

Will it hurt more if the long and thin bamboo stick hits the hand? My heart beats faster and faster. "ɑ", the teacher wrote a pinyin on the blackboard, then took out the "ruler" without thinking, pointed at the word and said kindly: "Students, please read 'ɑ' with me." I was so nervous. Wouldn’t it be that if I didn’t read well, the “ruler” would fall on me? Throughout the whole class, the "jie rule" did not fall on any of the students, but we learned several pinyin. When I got home, I asked my mother out of doubt, why the "ruler ruler" my grandma mentioned didn't hit the palms of my hands? My mother smiled and said: "Silly boy, that is the 'pointer' that imparts knowledge!" Under the guidance of the pointer, I learned pinyin, Chinese characters, and mathematics, and grew from an ignorant child into a young teenager. . 7. Can teachers have a ruler? A 100-word essay

said: "Be obedient in school. If you don't obey, the teacher's ruler will hit the palm of your hand."

"A ruler?" I was filled with doubts and worries. "Yes, it is a long and wide stick. Any student who is disobedient or does something wrong will get a slap on the palm of his hand.

Once, I forgot to do my homework because I was taking care of my younger brothers and sisters. "The next day, my husband's ruler fell into my palm with a 'pop, snap' sound. It hurt..." Grandma continued her memories, but I was already horrified by what I heard. I was so ignorant that I was extremely scared, so I didn’t dare to do anything naughty again.

However, I still saw the teacher walking into the classroom with a "ruler". I didn't dare to face it, just like I didn't dare to accept its punishment. The teacher gently put it on the podium, and I carefully picked it up. Although it was not as wide as grandma said, it was longer than grandma said.

Will it hurt more if the long and thin bamboo stick hits the hand? My heart beats faster and faster. "ɑ", the teacher wrote a pinyin on the blackboard, and then took out the "ruler" without thinking, pointed at the word and said kindly: "Students, please read 'ɑ' with me."

< p> I'm so nervous. If I don't read well, will the "ruler" fall on me? Throughout the whole class, the "jie rule" did not fall on any of the students, but we learned several pinyin.

When I got home, I asked my mother out of doubt, why the "ruler ruler" my grandma mentioned didn't hit the palms of my hands? My mother smiled and said: "Silly boy, that is the 'pointer' that imparts knowledge!" Under the guidance of the pointer, I learned pinyin, Chinese characters, and mathematics, and grew from an ignorant child into a young teenager. . 8. Write a 400-word essay aiming at the bull's-eye and yourself

After driving more than 400 kilometers and nearly 4 hours, we finally arrived at our destination. After Uncle Shuai arranged our accommodation, he took us with him We go to the shooting range. The shooting range is built against the mountain and is very open. There are 8 breast ring targets arranged in sequence on the mountain wall. 50 meters away from the target is the corresponding target position. Small stools, sandbags, guns and mats are placed at each target position. The uncle of the People's Liberation Army first explained to us the essentials of target shooting. Like a real soldier, I listened carefully and followed the instructions strictly. We used a Type 81 semi-automatic rifle for target shooting. Because the recoil was too strong, we had to put the butt of the rifle into the shoulder socket and lie down on the bamboo mat for target shooting.

We were in a group of 8 people, took the magazines one by one, did as uncle told us, loaded the magazines 9. Write an article with the title of "Talk about Our Chinese" 400 words

Look at our Chinese teacher! With shiny black hair, thin eyebrows, piercing eyes, high bridge of nose, and rose-red lips, this is our Chinese teacher - Teacher Yu.

As soon as you see this delicate face, you know she must be a kind teacher. Of course, let me tell you about it.

After every class, the students would walk to the podium and surround the teacher to chat with her. Funny things, sad things, hobbies, things you usually do.

Teachers and students talk about everything. It is easy for students to get close to her. She always likes to chat and laugh with Teacher Yu. The teacher is also very happy because she wants to know more about her classmates.

This is the amiable and approachable side of Teacher Yu. One time, many people in the class failed to turn in their homework.

Teacher Yu picked up the ruler and gave each of them a portion of "Jie Ruler Braised Pork". From then on, the students handed in their homework, and the teacher smiled knowingly. This is the strict side of Teacher Yu.

In fact, I know very clearly in my heart that no matter whether Teacher Yu is gentle or rough to us, there is only one reason, and that is our study. Teacher Yu is like a bright light, illuminating our way forward.