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I am a handwriting writer.
On Sunday, I was idle at home and tired of watching TV. I had a brainwave and thought, don't I do all the housework? Just help mom wash the dishes!
Before washing the dishes, I prepared a bucket of water, two basins and a bottle of detergent.
I started washing dishes. I first poured some water from the bucket into the basin, poured some detergent into the water, and then stirred the water in the basin by hand. When you see the foam coming out, put the dirty bowl in, and wipe it hard in the dirty bowl with a rag in your hand, round and round, every bowl and every plate is like this. Then hold all the chopsticks with both hands and rub them in the foam. When rubbing chopsticks, chopsticks give a happy cry, as if to say, "It's so cool to take a bath!" " It's so cool to take a shower! "I smiled happily. The next step is to pour some water into another basin, clean all the plates, chopsticks and bowls in the basin, rinse them under the tap and wipe them with a dry rag.
Mother came to wash the dishes and was surprised to find that all the bowls were gone. I said to my mother, "I have washed all the dishes!" " "My mother heard this and praised me as a' little housework expert'!
Composition: I am an expert in housework.
Some people like reading, some people like playing games, some people like watching TV … but I like doing housework best. Usually at home, I am skilled at mopping the floor, cleaning the glass, cooking and cooking. Therefore, I am called "a little expert in housework" by everyone. I am proud of this title and secretly tell myself to keep working hard.
Today is Sunday, and I'm busy again, thinking about how to package jiaozi. First, I put the flour into the basin like my mother, poured some water on it and began to knead the flour. Hey! Why does flour stick to your hands? Still sticky, I carefully recalled the scene of my mother wrapping jiaozi, thinking: Is there too much water? So, I tried to put some flour in it, and it worked, and the flour began to listen. After kneading the flour, roll off the dumpling skin and start wrapping jiaozi! I put the stuffing in the middle of the dumpling skin and seal the top. Don't forget to put beautiful lace on it. One, two, three ... jiaozi is wrapped! Time to cook. I am very happy to see that my jiaozi is like a fat doll with a bulging belly. Can be cooked, smelling the fragrance, I kept swallowing saliva, gently open the lid, ah! Why is my jiaozi going to explode?
It turned out that I stuffed jiaozi's stomach too full, which caused them to "have indigestion and burst their stomachs". Although I failed this time, I am an expert in housework and nothing can beat me. Next time, I will succeed!
2. The topic is to write a 200-word composition with the little talents around you. Soon, soon, in a hurry. Thank you for your oval face, tender skin and a pair of energetic and bright eyes under your eyebrows. This is my little genius-master painter Han Ting.
Speaking of the small capable people around us, it is really one after another. Fan Youyuan, a young pianist, Wu Kai, an athlete, Wu Bo, an erhu expert, and Huang Yicheng, the king of knowledge ... But what I admire most is Han Ting, a master painter.
I really didn't know her extraordinary painting skills, but I was shocked at first sight. I really don't know how her parents gave birth to such a talented daughter. Seriously, I'm afraid no one in our class refuses to accept her.
She won many awards in the competition! If you don't believe me, I will give you a general report: ceramic works won the third prize in the national primary and secondary school competition, and painting works won the second prize, the third prize and the excellent prize respectively. Whenever she has an art class, Han Ting can play freely again. Look, she took pictures of two bears in the art book. I exaggerated. It was perfect.
Don't think that she paints slowly just because she paints well. In fact, Han Ting draws fast and well with her slender hands. You can't believe it.
It was an art class on Friday, and the students were still drawing seriously. Only a few students who are not serious and greedy at ordinary times go up to criticize. At this moment, Han Ting stood up, and she blew the crumbs off the paper. Only then did I clearly see how complicated and beautiful her paintings were.
I can't help feeling a sense of admiration.
I am writing a composition. I am a lively, naughty and naughty girl. I remember it was in the third grade of my primary school. In Chinese class, the teacher lectures carefully and the students listen attentively. It suddenly occurred to me what would happen if there was a strange call? So I learned the following two meows. The teacher listened and asked sharply, "Who brought the cat to the classroom?" Suddenly someone said, "Teacher, it seems to be Ren Jianan." The teacher said, "Ren Jianan, did you bring the cat?" I quickly said, "No, not me." The teacher went on with the lecture. After class, the teacher said, "Ren Jianan, come to the office." I honestly admitted my mistake to the teacher, who gave me a good lecture and made me realize the serious consequences of making trouble in class. I am such a troublemaker, but since then, I have never made any mistakes in class, which is naughty. I left in a hurry again. After the rain cleared, the rainbow hung high. I asked my mother to go out in the rain, and my mother prevaricated. Our yard is plastered with cement, and the water is crystal clear. I stepped on the water barefoot, and my laughter was splashed all over. I accidentally fell down and got soaked through. I'm afraid my mother will slip away when she sees it. At this moment, my mother came out and she saw my embarrassment. Go to the house and change my clothes. Listen, I'm a naughty girl. My mother often calls me a crazy girl. I have long been used to it and I don't care. Although I am naughty, I also have many advantages. I am lively, informal, frugal and like to make friends. It was a quiet night. Watching the stars with some friends, I suddenly heard the crickets and went to pick them up. I caught it. I shouted happily, "I caught it, I caught it ..." When I got home, my mother said, "This girl is really amazing. She dares to catch anything." I am an ordinary student. Everyone knows my character! But I don't want to change myself. I am still me.
I have a pair of hardworking hands.
Last time I learned a text "chubby little hands", which was about a child whose little hands can help his family to do many things. I also have a pair of hardworking little hands, and I can do many things.
Dad was very tired when he came back from work. I slapped him on the back with my little hand. Dad always said, "How comfortable!" "My mother was very tired when she came back from work. I rubbed my feet with a small one. Mom smiled from ear to ear and kissed my little face with joy. I also washed my grandmother's feet with my little hands. Grandma praised me for being really capable! I also used my little hand to serve my grandfather a meal. Grandpa smiled and said, "You are getting more and more capable. "Look at my little hands!
In the morning, my little hand holds a book to read early, and in the evening, my little hand holds a pencil to do homework!
My little hands are getting more and more diligent, and everyone in my family likes them.
Baidu has arrived. .
In the fourth grade, our handwritten composition was 200 words and 3 paragraphs, which I found.
On Sunday, after I finished my homework, I picked up a watercolor pen to draw. Suddenly, I felt something crawling on my hand. When I saw it, it turned out to be a little ant. I observed it carefully: it has a pair of tentacles and six legs on its head. I put it on the table and the little ant climbed a pencil. I dropped my pencil by accident. I thought: the little ant will definitely fall to death. I looked under the table in a hurry. It wasn't dead. What happened? After painting, I caught a small ant and threw it from a height. The ant staggered to the ground. I looked at it carefully, but it was unscathed. I've thought about it for a long time, but I can't figure it out. I asked my well-informed mother, who smiled and said to me, "You can look up the information!" " ""Yes, I can look up 100,000 Why. "Finally, I found the answer. It turns out that ants are relatively light in weight. When it falls from a height, it will slowly fall with the wind in the air, so it will be safe when it reaches the ground. I finally understand that life is endless only if you observe it carefully.
My discovery
Last time I came to the park to play, I suddenly saw a blue dragonfly hovering in the air like a dexterous helicopter, straight up and down, very dexterous. Dragonflies may be tired of flying and stop to have a rest on the lawn. I walked over and watched it get up carefully. I saw that this dragonfly's wings are transparent, with green veins on them, and its bright big eyes are particularly large, occupying half of its head. Its tail is brown and segmented. Suddenly, I saw this dragonfly leave the lawn and fly to a small puddle on the roadside. It skimmed over the water, and a small halo immediately appeared on the water, which was particularly beautiful. I looked at this little dragonfly and suddenly remembered that the teacher said in class that dragonflies lay eggs. Ah! I saw dragonflies lay eggs with my own eyes. My heart is full of joy.
6. The calligrapher around you writes 500 words.
She, a quiet little girl, has small and clever eyes. Under the eyes is a delicate little nose. The lips under the nose are thin and rosy, like two petals exposed outside. Her hair is black and shiny, and she always wears a ponytail.
Although she doesn't talk much, hard pen calligraphy is her specialty.
Once, I went to their house to play and saw her practicing calligraphy. It suddenly occurred to me that she practiced calligraphy in the activity center for more than one semester. I have never seen her practice calligraphy. I should have a good look this time. I found that when she practiced calligraphy, she stared at the post intently, so seriously. The words she practices are like words printed by a computer. The strokes are just right, not light or heavy, the length is appropriate, the weight is clear, and the position and direction are written accurately. "If there is any calligraphy competition, she will definitely get a good result if she participates!" I thought the same thing.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, Teacher X suddenly told us that our school would hold a hard pen calligraphy competition, and asked us to recommend several people to go. When I heard this, my first thought was of her, because she was a student who had practiced calligraphy in the activity center and had an advantage in this respect. So I immediately recommended her to the teacher, and the teacher agreed. After fierce competition, she and several other students in our class stood out and won the first prize! Our whole class is happy for them!
Now, she specializes in practicing traditional Chinese characters in calligraphy classes, and every time she practices Chinese characters, people feel that she has made progress again. Because although she practiced writing very well, she was never proud. Instead, I find my own shortcomings in each exercise and correct them in the next exercise. It is because of her modest and earnest personality that she writes pen words so beautifully.
Speaking of which, do you want to know who she is? Haha, I'll tell you now! She is a small expert in calligraphy in our class-XXX!
7. Even the bravest people sometimes despair when they hold my handwritten composition of less than 450 words.
No matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is weak.
No matter how confident you are, sometimes you feel inferior.
When your tired legs straddle the threshold of success and failure; When your faint footprints step through an unmanned post station; When your bleeding heart falls into the abyss of confusion; When your efforts turn into a midnight breeze ... what are you expecting? How I wish someone could wake me up from the darkness!
Teacher, do you remember? When I was encouraged by you, I stood up timidly from my seat and stuttered to answer the questions in public, you gave me an encouraging look.
Teacher, do you remember? When I finished answering the question, your sentence was "OK!" "There is progress, but we still need to work hard!" ..... To my delight, I began to change from inferiority to self-confidence and began to talk about the world.
Teacher, do you remember? When I am content with the status quo, too satisfied, but not satisfied, thank you for waking up the dreamer: there are more beautiful scenery ahead, so why stop behind the wild flowers on the roadside.
Teacher, do you remember? When I thought I was full of bows, I didn't have the ability to dig, but you reminded me that people's potential is infinite, so work hard! Come on! You are sure to enjoy the more beautiful scenery ahead. I wish you great success and further progress!
8. I handwritten 600 words of my heart. I wrote my heart by hand.
On an unknown hot afternoon in summer vacation, I was in a small room full of books, which was not spacious. In front of me is a desk with summer heat. I hold a pen wandering in time in my hand, and build my own life state on a thick book.
It is easy to add a complex and pale color to people's mood in the afternoon in summer, and there is a worry that they will continue to be chaotic. So I am eager to face the stars all over the sky alone in a quiet attic, or to turn Meng Tong-like colors into a pen and a piece of paper to create words together, without waves, twists and turns and sticky thoughts.
This is the purest word in the moonlight. I saw them lying quietly and neatly on that piece of white paper with ink fragrance, waiting for my original intention for them, or living in an unknown corner of a small attic where the sun couldn't climb, so a kind of pallor and confusion suddenly sprouted. I vaguely heard their whispers, admitting that the world lacks a warmth, but stayed in my long thoughts. But my eyes tell them that this will never happen.
9. Writing a handwritten newspaper Our little reporter has an important task _-writing a handwritten newspaper.
I am very happy. I also got the paper for handwritten newspaper. I discussed it with my mother for a long time before deciding what to do. My mother and I made a draft on the computer, called Health News.
I searched the Internet for health tips, exercise tips, the name and source of influenza A (H 1N 1), and then copied it down. Mom always feels something is wrong when she sees it.
She said, "There are still a few vivid paintings missing!" I patted my head, reflected, opened the drawer, tore up some stickers and put them on, not to mention how beautiful. I saw, alas, there is no lace, so ugly! I carefully drew strips of lace on the edge of the paper with a green pen. It is green, healthy and beautiful.
Title-Health News can be difficult to write, but it should be beautifully written. I can't write artistic words, so I'll write regular script.
I wrote carefully one by one, and finally I wrote beautifully. For the sake of beauty, I also "sacrificed" a plastic flower and stuck it on it, which was as refreshing and beautiful as clip art.
what do you think? Is it beautiful? .
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