Composition on moving a table

Our school often has to move tables to the theater because of the need to start classes. "Dingle bell!" The signal for the start of class rang again. We moved the tables, walked through the corridor, and slowly stepped down the stairs. The boys moved one table and the girls moved one table.

At the beginning, everyone was walking slowly as if they hadn’t woken up, "One, two, three, eh!" The table fell to the ground just as it was lifted. I moved it while cheering for the girls. ! "Do it again, come on!" Still the same result. (I'm trying to show off my talent, and I moved one table per person)

I suddenly thought of a good way. I turned the table upside down and lifted it by its two legs. It was much easier. Everyone shouted: "What a great idea." !” But I changed back to the old method after a while, because I felt that the table was still the same weight if I changed it.

Chen Jinjin suddenly came up with a very creative carrying method called "Hunchback Turtle", which means carrying the table on his back, because the back is the hardest in the whole body. The method may be easier, but it is dangerous. It can easily break your back, and you have to hold your hands on both sides. If you are not careful, it will fall on you.

Some people want to be lazy, but the teacher seems to have a "whip" in his hand and will hit them with a "bang" whenever they are lazy. Not many people dare to be lazy now. There's no such thing as an injury for the time being. Everyone was careful, for fear of stepping on someone or hitting someone.

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There was another monster. I hurriedly hid behind my mother and couldn't help but tremble.

Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked: "Mom, why are you laughing? Aren't you afraid of it?" Mom turned around and said to me: "This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look, .

"I saw my mother swaying left and right, and the person in the mirror also swayed left and right.

After my mother talked about it, I realized that mirrors can "print" people in, and people can see their own reflections in the mirrors.

No wonder *** what, it does something! Whenever I think about this now, I still laugh out loud! 2. Interesting things about childhood: What is childhood? It is the cicada on the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the reed flute, the hide and seek of my partner... In short, childhood is carefree, happy and beautiful.

Whenever I vividly recall interesting stories from my childhood, my face always glows with a rosy glow.

After all, those past events swirled in my heart like the sound of gurgling water. Once they burst out, they would be so eloquent... When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandma's house. I live in the countryside, so there are many people there riding horses when they go from one village to that village. I was very envious when I saw it, and wanted to try riding a horse, but the horse's back was too high and I couldn't get on. When I was trying to find a way to get up, I happened to see my grandma feeding the pigs. I thought the pigs were small and it would be easy to go up. As soon as I saw grandma entering the house after feeding the pigs, I went up to the pig nest, opened the door, went in, chose a pig and rode on it. Then he ran outside. Grandma saw it and ran out to call me. I saw grandma and wanted the pig to stop, but she couldn't.

Pigs ran into grandma’s vegetable garden. The cucumbers and persimmons inside were all trampled by pigs. I was also scratched on my hands and belly by the branches of fruit trees. This time grandma But after catching the pig, grandma drove the pig into the nest and said that I was too naughty and even dared to ride a pig.

Another time was when I was seven years old and I had just learned to ride a bicycle.

I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode our bicycles to the square where there was a lot of space.

I was riding my bicycle there, riding faster and faster. Suddenly I saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. Because he was riding too fast, he couldn't stop the car and was about to hit him. , my mother was also calling me, and I thought: "If I hit it, I will be injured, and I'm not very good at riding. What if I turn around and fall?" I don't know what to do.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered: "Jump out of the car, it will be fine." I jumped out of the car, I was not injured, but my car collided with that person.

Whenever I recall these, I always chuckle, so sweet and bright.

It seems that all the haunting past events are vividly reappearing.

I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of my youth... I think that childhood is like a tree without annual rings, which will never grow old or disappear.... .. 3. Interesting anecdotes from childhood: When I was young, I was very naughty and mischievous. Now I will tell you an interesting anecdote from my childhood.

I remember one time when I came home, I saw my father lying on the bed sleeping, so the idea of ??moving tables and chairs to write a composition suddenly came to my mind

We The school often has to move tables to the theater because of the need to start classes.

"Dingle bell!" the bell rang again to start the class. We moved the tables, walked through the corridor, and slowly stepped down the stairs. One boy moved one table, and two girls moved it. One piece.

At the beginning, everyone was walking slowly as if they hadn’t woken up, "One, two, three, yaa!" The table fell to the ground just as it was lifted. I was cheering for the girls while moving it. ! "Do it again, come on!" Still the same result.

(I was trying to be brave and moved one table per person) I suddenly thought of a good way. I turned the table upside down and lifted it by its two legs. It was much easier. Everyone shouted: "Good idea." !” But I changed back to the old method after a while, because I felt that the table was still the same weight if I changed it.

Chen Jinjin suddenly came up with a very creative carrying method called "Hunchback Turtle", which means carrying the table on his back, because the back is the hardest in the whole body. The method may be easier, but it is dangerous. It can easily break your back, and you have to hold your hands on both sides. If you are not careful, it will fall on you.

Some people want to be lazy, but the teacher seems to have a "whip" in his hand and will hit them with a "bang" whenever they are lazy. Not many people dare to be lazy now.

There is nothing about the injury for the time being.

Everyone was careful, for fear of stepping on someone or hitting someone.

Moving tables is so hard, why do we seem to have become porters? There should be some special tables in the theater. How to write an essay about tables and chairs

In the dead of night, the classroom was silent.

At this time, the table and chairs quietly started a conversation.

The chair brother said to the table brother: "Brother, first tell me how the little master treats you?" The table brother sighed and said: "Oh, don't mention it, the little master is messing with my face. He carved graffiti and used a knife to carve his name on my face, which made my face full of scars!" Brother Chair also said sadly: "Me too, it's already hard enough for me to carry my little master on my back. The little master also shook me so hard that my feet are broken and it hurts so much!" Their conversation was heard by their neighbors, who said sympathetically: "You two are so pitiful, our master. They all take good care of us. You see, our master dresses us up beautifully, wipes our bodies clean, and never makes graffiti on our faces. How happy we are!" Brother Chair and The brothers at the table started talking a lot: How can we let the little master take care of them? On Monday morning, their little master came to class. The little master put down his schoolbag. As soon as he sat on the chair, the chair snapped. The master also fell onto his back, and the table where the schoolbag was placed also had a big hole. , the classmates laughed when they saw it, and the little master's face turned red, and he wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl in.

From then on, the little master brought a clean cloth every day, wiped the table carefully before going to class, repaired the chair carefully, and no longer made random carvings.

This story tells us: We must cherish what we have. Essay on the spirit possessed by the table

In today’s pursuit of short, smooth and fast work, we must possess (the spirit of craftsman). With it, we believe that in the future, we will go even smoother.

Craftsman spirit is the unremitting pursuit of perfection.

How many people have experienced that because of an iron hoof, a small punctuation mark, and a small pen, they unfortunately lost their country because of it. They thought carefully about it for a day, and even the arrival of their best friends did not bother them at all. When you wake up, go and investigate, carefully arrange the data one by one, and calculate the maximum number of rods that can be used each week.

In the eyes of many people, the spirit of craftsmanship is more like a kind of trivial matter, but in fact, it is this spirit that has created many people’s great achievements and influenced many people, such as Sweden’s Watches, manufacturing in Germany, Toyota cars in Japan.

Perhaps some people will continue to look at this and talk about the so-called people who achieve great things by not sticking to trivial details, but they don’t know how to sweep the world without sweeping a house.

Yes, it is precisely because of the gathering of small details, like sand, that tall buildings rising from the ground are created.

Details are the limbs of craftsmanship.

If details are the limbs of craftsmanship, then innovation is the heart of craftsmanship.

Craftsman spirit is the continuous efforts for innovation.

How many people have experienced that for a piece of knowledge, a question, a small breakthrough in knowledge, they try their best, just to understand, they put enough thought into it, and they are ecstatic when the drafts are all over the table. , laughed.

In the eyes of many people, craftsmanship is more like a scholar’s ??eccentricity.

But in fact, it is this spirit that has influenced so many people’s world and created so many people’s great achievements, such as Einstein and Edison.

Yes, innovation is the soul of craftsmanship.

The spirit of craftsman is like a star, hanging in the sky and influencing countless people.

Therefore, we should inherit and carry forward.

The spirit of craftsmanship is actually the product of a mixture of details and innovation, and it lives in our hearts.

Some people advocate going abroad to learn their management methods and inherit the spirit of craftsmanship.

But in fact, this behavior is wrong.

Craftsman spirit is more like a requirement for the profession itself, a sense of responsibility for pursuing perfection and pursuing innovation. It lives in everyone's heart.

What we need to learn is not foreign management methods or mysterious knowledge. It is in people’s hearts. What we have to do is ask ourselves whether we can maintain this constant pursuit of perfection all the time. , pursue the spirit of innovation, use it to complete everything, and love it. Yes, craftsmanship is not a management method, a tool, or a mysterious knowledge.

It is a mentality, an attitude of doing one thing, loving one thing, and being good at one thing. It is the soul of craftsmanship.

Details are the limbs of craftsmanship, innovation is the heart of craftsmanship, and attitude is the soul of craftsmanship.

Yes, attitude will lead to details and innovation.

Master Yu Yun said in everything he does: If you don’t accumulate steps, you won’t be able to reach a thousand miles; if you don’t accumulate small streams, you won’t be able to reach a river or a sea.

Let us start from small things, from every little thing, and accumulate little by little.

When you look back in the future, you will see a rainbow. Essay about breaking your hand while moving things

On Monday morning, the teacher announced to us: "The school will be cleaning in the afternoon, please bring your work tools.

"Two classes in the afternoon Finished, let's start cleaning.

We moved the chairs first, and then moved the table to the wall.

At this time, the teacher said: "Students numbered 1 to 15 go to the public place to clean, while the rest of the students stay in the classroom to clean and are not allowed to play.

" Tell the truth and leave.

Those of us who stayed in the classroom gathered together to assign tasks. My task was to clean the table.

I picked up a bucket and brought a bucket of water from the toilet.

I put the rag into the bucket, picked it up, and wrung out the water.

Just started wiping.

When I was cleaning a table, I found that the table was covered with correction fluid and tape, and there were writings on it. How could I clean it? I had no choice but to borrow a knife from my classmates and slowly scrape off the correction fluid and tape.

I first put a knife on it and scratched it a few times. Some of the thick correction fluid layer cracked. I scraped along the cracked area. After a while, I finally scraped it clean. .

I also took out a bottle of cleaning fluid I brought from home from my schoolbag. I sprayed the cleaning fluid on the table a few times and continued wiping it.

After almost half an hour, I finally wiped the table.

I saw that Danqi was mopping the floor very seriously with a mop, and Wanfen was cleaning the windows with a rag. She wiped the windows very white, and some male classmates moved away the waste in the classroom. , take the garbage out... The students were all working enthusiastically, sweating profusely, and their bodies were dirty.

At this time, a classmate stepped on the water and slid to the ground with a "plop".

When the students saw it, they all ran to help him up, apply medicine, disinfect him, and stop bleeding... We asked the student to sit on a chair and rest while we quickly cleaned up.

We finally cleaned the classroom cleanly, and the teacher was very satisfied when he came in to see it.

The next day, our classroom was rated as the cleanest classroom in the school. We were so happy.

Ah, this labor is really unforgettable for me. Ant Moving Composition

How many words do you want? 1. Have you ever noticed ants? Have you ever seen ants moving? You may have never noticed these inconspicuous "little black dots", but their spirit is worthy of admiration.

Last summer, when I went to my grandma’s house to play, I saw a black chain, like a long squirming black sausage. I tiptoed over and took a closer look. It turned out to be a group of people playing Moving ants.

I saw some ants carrying eggs; some ants carrying food; and some ants carrying larvae.

There is also a relatively large ant, who is the leader of the entire team. Looking at his air, it seems that he is not the leader of the moving team, but the general of an army.

At this time, a naughty little ant ran out of the transport team. At this time, the leader ran over and touched the little ant's tentacles with his tentacles. It seemed to know its mistake and returned to the team. middle.

It seems that their discipline is very good.

At this time, a big caterpillar crawled over. The ants sent out several strong ants. They used pliers to cut several wounds on the caterpillar's body. The pain caused the insect to hit the ground several times. They rolled and crushed several ants to death. Undeterred, they sent out a dozen more ants to crawl onto the big caterpillar and burrow into the wound.

Although many of them died, they were still unyielding. Because they were united, they finally defeated the big caterpillar and happily carried it home.

At this time, I remembered a song: "Unity is strength, unity is strength..." Yes, unity is strength, it is harder than iron, stronger than steel, what is the spirit of ants? Worth learning from.

I like ants, and I like the spirit of ants even more! 2. At first, there were some ants wandering around the corner empty-handed, as usual.

I thought the ants didn’t know it was going to rain this time and made a mistake in judgment, then they were doomed.

If the ant nest gets flooded, I don’t know how many ant “martyrs” will be drowned! Just as I was about to retreat, I noticed that a few ants seemed to be climbing up high, carrying something on their backs. When I looked closely, it turned out that each worker ant was carrying eggs and walking towards a new nest.

Those eggs are as big as sesame seeds, yellow and somewhat transparent.

The worker ants on the left lined up in a neat line, carrying eggs on their two front legs, and occasionally touched their antennae with the worker ants coming from the right, while the worker ants on the right returned to the previous cave to transport the eggs. and ant larvae.

They repeat these processes over and over again, working together to protect their next generation.

A few hours passed, the sun was going down, and the ant colony began to become restless.

At this time, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and then, a muffled thunder sounded in my ears.

Suddenly, something with a head like an ant and a silkworm-like chest and abdomen crawled towards the new cave. There were many soldier ants next to this big guy, like a royal guard behind the emperor. Guards.

Recalling the termites in "Science World", I feel that the queen ant seems to be somewhat similar to this "two different".

After the queen ant entered the new cave, it rained heavily in a short while, flooding the previous caves.

Several ants poked their heads out and looked around at the entrance of the new ant nest, as if they were happy that they had escaped "disaster".

The next morning, after the rain, the sky cleared up, and the sun showed its bright smile again. The ant family began to work again: looking for food, carrying insect corpses, and breeding offspring... This big family of ants is really great. I admire the orderly two columns, the strong belief in taking one step at a time, and the spirit of unity, love and mutual help.

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People are constantly learning to do various things in their lives, and I am no exception.

Among so many things, the thing that impressed me the most was that I learned to wash dishes.

When I was in third grade, many children my age could do some basic housework, but I still couldn’t do anything except folding quilts.

My father and mother saw it in their eyes and were anxious in their hearts, so they decided to let me learn the simplest housework first--washing dishes.

After hearing this, I slapped my chest loudly and replied in my loudest voice: "No problem, just wrap it up with me, and you can just wait to eat from a clean bowl." .

Just do it, I took a large stack of unwashed bowls and put them into the sink.

I followed my mother's lead, turned on the faucet, and rinsed slowly with water several times. While rinsing, I wiped off the debris on the bowl with my hands. The clutter has been cleared away.

I turn off the tap.

I thought triumphantly: "Now all that's left is to apply dishwashing liquid. I used to hear my father and mother say that washing dishes is difficult, but I didn't expect it to be anything more than that."

I was about to get the dishwashing liquid. Suddenly my hand slipped and the bowl exploded on the ground. I quickly picked up the bowl and thought to myself: "It was just an accident. This bowl is really pitiful. The first one became a victim, but you can’t blame me, failure is the mother of success.”

Then I picked up another bowl and started washing it.

This bowl seemed to be fighting against me. It kept sliding down. I washed it for a long time, but it still wasn't clean.

When I was anxious, I loosened my hand and heard a "dong" sound. The result can be imagined.

I just woke up from a dream and picked up the bowl on the ground. Unfortunately, it was too late. The bowl fell and I was "half disabled".

I gave up and thought: "If this continues, I will drop all the bowls in the pool."

At this time, my mother walked in and asked me with a smile: "Have the dishes been washed? Your father and I are waiting to eat from the dishes you washed!".

I was so ashamed that I lowered my head and replied: "Not yet, I can't always wash the dishes."

My mother saw it and said, "Don't be impatient, I'll show you how to do it."

After saying that, my mother picked up the bowl, rinsed it skillfully with water, then applied dishwashing liquid, carefully cleaned up the debris with her hands, and finally rinsed the dishwashing liquid with water.

I watched my mother's movements carefully and saw her wiping the bottom of the bowl clean, and then wiping it up in circles.

My mother said to me while wiping: "Oily bowls are not easy to wash." I suddenly understood and thought: "No wonder the first bowl is easy to wash, but the second bowl is not." "Wash", then I followed my mother's example and washed it clumsily. Although the dishes I washed were not as good as my mother's, I was still very happy.

Then I washed all the dishes the same way as last time. A 400-word essay on glass cleaning for third graders.

The glass at my grandma’s house was dirty, so I decided to help her clean the glass.

I brought a basin of water, a few rags, wet the rags, moved a chair, stood on the chair, stretched out my arms, and wiped it carefully.

After a while, I looked at the glass accidentally.

Huh? Strange, why does the glass seem to get dirtier and dirtier the more I wipe it? At this time, I suddenly remembered that my grandma said: "Using newspapers to clean the glass will make it very clean." I decided to give it a try.

I found a few old newspapers, crumpled one into a ball, then dipped a little water on it, and rubbed it back and forth on the glass.

Gradually, the glass became much cleaner than before, and the stains and oil stains on it were reduced a lot. Then, I wiped it with a dry newspaper several times, and the glass became more transparent. Looking outside through the window, I can clearly see the flowers, plants and trees in the distance, and even the mountains far away can be vaguely seen clearly.

A few rays of sunlight shone in, making the room look brighter.

Although cleaning the glass is very tiring, I am really happy helping my grandma with the housework! A 100-word essay on tidying up your own school supplies

On Sunday, my mother was very busy because she had something to do, so she gave me the task of tidying up the room. I happily accepted the task.

I first scanned the room with my eyes. Hey, it’s really dirty and messy. There are a lot of things to do. Where to start? Yes, first of all, fold the quilt on the bed; the shoes on the floor are in a mess, they should be arranged neatly; the chairs are scattered here and there, so I will put them in their original places.

Then I brought a basin of water, put the rag in the basin, wetted it, and wring it dry. While I was wiping the table, I was cleaning up the scattered books, toys, etc. on the table.

The cleaned table appeared in front of me like a layer of paint.

I went through the five drawers, dresser, etc. in order.

Because the hanging wardrobe is too high, those near the wall cannot reach it.

I was clever and brought a chair as a ladder. I stood on it and wiped it clean. I also polished the lamp until it was bright.

So tired! I was sweating all over.

I just didn’t want to do it, but I thought that things should start and end.

After a while, the cleaning was completed. Alas, the room changed and it looked more comfortable.

After this incident, I felt that it was not easy.

I will learn to do more in the future, not only to share the hard work with my mother, but also to train myself.

I am a stool from the Furniture City. The school purchased me. I am lucky enough to be bathed in the aroma of books. I am eagerly looking forward to contributing to the students as soon as possible. On that day, I will receive our When the news came that I would be assigned to different classrooms, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep a wink all night, thinking: It's finally time for me to contribute to everyone.

The first host I served was a third-grade child. Because it was a new school, a new environment, and new tables and chairs, the teachers repeatedly emphasized that the students should take care of us. I felt deeply happy and got everyone's support. Such care and love so that I can serve them better.

Speaking of me, maybe people don’t know what I look like, but I am full of confidence in myself.

First of all, I have a rectangular head, with a smooth surface glowing with light yellow, giving people a sense of cleanliness. Secondly, I have thick arms and bodies on both sides that can support me. It can bear the weight of the owner, and the height can be adjusted. Just unscrew the screws on both sides and do it yourself. "A man can bend and stretch", don't I look like it? Finally, the most distinctive thing is my two legs. I have two thick legs. Not only that, I also have two stable big feet underneath. I wear two leather shoes on the front and back of the feet. , In this way, my whole body is stable and does not make any sound. Even if I move sometimes, it will not affect the upstairs and downstairs.

I have had a stable year like this. Although I am a little older, my body is still strong. I will not have a problem working for another ten or eight years.

During the summer vacation, the school's classes were adjusted. The school wanted to add several classes. I and some other classmates were sent to the multimedia classroom as public stools.

Since I lost my regular owner, my life has become so boring. No one cares about me, no one talks to me, and no one comes to see how I am doing or how my health is. I was just moved around by different people every day, and they all sat down and left. I didn't have time to communicate with them or even introduce myself.

They always only pay attention to their favorite gadgets, and attending lectures is only something they have to do.

Finally one day, I was transferred from here to the classroom again. I heard that it seemed because our stools were a bit old. Putting them in this place was too eye-catching and detrimental to the image. It was better to put our stools there. Leave it to the classroom to be safe.

As a result, this time my friends and I were sent to work in a high-level class.

As soon as I came to this new environment, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. On the one hand, I was excited, but on the other hand, I was also a little scared. I didn't know if the current owner would be as caring and caring as the first owner. A good classmate.

But the truth is that the more you worry about something, the more it will come to pass. I was assigned to the most troublesome guy. Of course, I heard what others said, but I could tell it from his eye movements.

When he first started looking for a stool, he kept looking for the best stool. When he found me, he quickly pressed me down and shook it hard, and then sat down hard on me. Test my firmness. Of course I persisted. How could I get down so quickly at this time? Immediately, he smiled happily, and I joined him.

But my life since then has also given me a lot of grievances and sadness.

Because he wanted to sit more comfortably, he put his schoolbag on top of me even though there was room for his schoolbag in his drawer.

What he did was: first he turned me around, and he rode me like a horse. Then, he put the schoolbag back heavily, and half of me was suppressed by the schoolbag. , and the schoolbag is just in front of the desk of the classmate behind me. In this way, the little master can comfortably use me as a soft chair as long as he leans against it.

If he just enjoys it like this, it would be fine. If I am heavier, I will be heavier. I won’t care. But he can’t sit still. He has to keep moving. Of course, the schoolbag It usually ended up on the ground, and he couldn't care less because his calves were often resting on top of me.

He was very skilled in this action. He first pushed his penis, then moved the finger he was licking into his mouth forward, and used his elbow joint to prop up the table, and then he lay down on it. Then he used this force to naturally put his feet on top of me. At this time, when he was tired from standing and lying down, he would also use his calf pad to sit down.

At this time, he still had twisting movements, sometimes left and right, sometimes front and back, with different amplitudes. Sometimes he asked me to use the golden rooster to stand alone, sometimes he asked me to practice three-point support, and sometimes he even lifted me. I fell to the ground, I was so tired that my back ached, but it still didn't get any better. Sometimes I talked to the owner, but he didn't listen to me at all.

When we change places or gather together, the little master always drags me like a dead dog. I always yell "Don't drag! Don't drag!", but he never pays attention to me.

In this way, after a month or two, I was covered with bruises. The most obvious thing was that only two of the four leather shoes were left. Originally, only one was worn out. The owner said that in order to maintain stability, he would remove my shoes. He also took off the other leather shoe and threw it away, saying it was symmetrical.

The other injury was a screw injury on the head. Because the owner was very active and kept swinging, several screws on my head had been shaken out several times. Fortunately, I told the owner in time, and the screws were removed. There was no catastrophe.

Otherwise, he might suffer from weak skin.

The most exaggerated time was when he was too lazy to fix a few of my loose screws. When he put them aside, my last screw also failed. He suddenly woke up and wanted to continue sitting upright. He had to rely on the power of the empty board. In this way, he sat on disconnected stools for a long time.

What was hateful was that there was another sports meeting. Because I had to go outside to watch the game and be a cheerleader or something, of course he would not drag me down and just take me away. He walked from upstairs to downstairs. From downstairs to the meeting point, he played with people all the way. Sometimes he used me as his shield, going back and forth with the classmates; sometimes he used me as an offensive weapon, and I saw him using my legs and feet. Treat it as launching outward.

When we got to the playground, he would stick me into the dirt and use me as a place to put the plate when he played checkers. But whenever he ate something, he would not give me anything to eat. Put the greasy dirt on my back.

What’s even more annoying is that at the end of the sports meeting, he forgot me on the playground and took someone else’s stool. I shouted loudly here: "Come back! Come back! That’s not me. !" But he left without looking back.

Later, another child came to find his stool, and he saw me...

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