A 400-word essay about writing something

In real life or work and study, everyone will have come into contact with composition more or less. Composition writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below are 400-word essays that I have collected for everyone. You are welcome to share them. A 400-word essay on writing 1

When you walk into the classroom, why do you feel different? The table was arranged in a rectangular shape with a rope in the middle. There were two radishes drawn on the blackboard, one carrot and one white radish.

After class, the teacher said: "Guess what we are going to play?" Some said volleyball, some said basketball... The teacher took a chicken feather from the box and said: "You guys Now you know what to play!" We all said in unison: "Blow the chicken feathers."

I thought, how to blow the chicken feathers! So hard to blow? The teacher seemed to see through my mind and said, "You can give it a try at the beginning."

When it came to me, my opponent was Zhang Gaoshen. I saw him looking confident, and something came to my mind. A scary thought, will lose.

When it started, I saw the teacher lifting the chicken feather high and putting it down. I clicked my feet, stretched my neck, stared at the chicken feather, and thought, I must win.

The teacher gave the order "Start", and the chicken feathers slowly fell down. I jumped up, puffed up my cheeks, took a deep breath, shrugged my shoulders, and blew hard.

"Yeah" I yelled loudly, and the classmates clapped and laughed. I pushed my hand forward and made a "V" gesture. I won!

This game of chicken feathers is really difficult to play, but I still won. 400-word essay on writing about things 2

Some interesting things always flash in my mind. Now, let me tell you what I think is the most interesting thing.

That day was Sunday, and I went to my grandma’s house to play. I asked my brother and a group of friends to play downstairs. At that time, the sky cleared after the rain, leaving many puddles on the ground. The puddles reflect green trees and gray houses. Among them, there was a large puddle blocking the door of a bungalow. We were discussing beside the puddle: Who dug this puddle? It seems like it didn’t happen last time. But they didn't know that I was thinking about how to sneak attack them. I walked towards a cart of stones by the house, picked up a piece, and threw it towards where my brother was squatting. It happened to hit the pit, splashing water all over my brother. My brother came towards me, pulled me out, and asked us to play throwing stones together. Everyone unanimously agreed that we would throw it into the pit one by one, and we would throw it into the pit together, making a series of "dong-dong" sounds. That was the sound we made when we hit the puddle with stones. We all laughed happily. After a while, , we filled the puddles, and we jumped happily. Suddenly we saw an old man coming, so we used our most proficient tactic - running. After a while, everyone ran away without a trace. The next day, I heard from my mother that there was a big puddle in front of the uncle's door and it was inconvenient to get in and out, so I pulled a cart of stones. I was worried that no one would help him fill it, so I went out. When he came back, he saw A group of children filled it out for him. They wanted to say thank you, but when they saw it, they all ran away. My face turned red and white.

Although it has been a few weeks, I still think of this interesting incident every time I see puddles on the road. 400-word essay on writing 3

My recitation has a certain foundation. However, my lack of self-confidence has tightly restricted this talent of mine and did not let it develop.

When I was in the second grade of junior high school, Teacher Li actually sent me to participate in the school-wide recitation competition. I think I shouldn't let the opportunity go to waste again. So, I practiced hard, and at the same time, I had sex with my dad, who graduated from the Chinese Department.

Dad hasn’t touched Chinese for a long time, but I have to admit that his recitation still retains a certain level. However, he was so busy that he seemed to have forgotten to go home. If I ask him, will he agree?

After hesitating for a long time, I still went to find my dad.

The result was unexpected, not an unexpected surprise, but an unexpected indifference! Dad closed the door mercilessly. My heart beat fast at this inexplicable indifference. Did I do something wrong?

I did poorly in the monthly exam this time, and my mother scolded me, but this was what I expected. What I'm most worried about is what my dad thinks. He was on a business trip and didn't give me a call, which made me even more anxious. Could it be that his indifferent attitude towards me is because of this monthly exam?

I started to feel guilty, but there was one piece of my mind - even if my monthly exam results were very poor, could I ignore my competition?

The days are passing by and there is only one day left in the competition. Suddenly, a clear phone call interrupted my practice. I picked up the phone and heard a familiar voice: Zhang Shu, are you going to participate in the recitation competition tomorrow? I'm free now, so why don't I go over and teach you! It's Dad! The warmth comes out of my heart, it's so sweet!

Dad spent two hours of his precious time teaching me. Finally, I was called away by a phone call. Two short hours, two warm hours. 400-word essay about writing 4

Teacher, have you ever listened to the voices of your students?

I don’t think you have. In our exams one after another, some students did not do well. Have you ever asked them why they did not do well? Do you have it?

I'd love to know. All you have to do is tell them to work harder and do well in the exam next time, otherwise... I don't want to think about it anymore. I want to say to all the teachers here: Teachers, do you know how uncomfortable it feels for a student if they fail to do well in the exam? They have to be criticized by teachers at school and taught by parents at home. They thought they would get comfort, but they didn't expect it to be a basin of cold water.

I feel it deeply. Once, there was an exam in our school. When I came to the school with high hopes and wanted to know the results, what I was waiting for was not a cup of warm tea, but a basin of cold water. My hope turned into disappointment and became... A string of tears turned into foam.

At this time, I was like a small boat that was hit by the waves in the middle of the sea at night, hoping for sunlight to guide the way. Teacher, can you encourage us when we need comfort most? Can you be like the sun and lead us the way? I think you certainly can. We also wanted to do better in the exam, but what we got was blow after blow.

If you can do this, I think you are a very good teacher, and we will reward you with excellent results, because you lend a helping hand when we are most helpless, and we will You said: "Teacher, we love you very much." 400-word essay about things 5 ??

Childhood is a dream, extremely gorgeous; childhood is honey, overflowing with fragrance; childhood is a condiment, sweet and bitter, filled with the good times of childhood!

After I got up in the morning, I heard the beautiful singing of birds, the warm breeze blew in my face, and even the flowers and plants looked at me with a smile, as if they were saying to me: "Good morning." ! ”

Although everything is beautiful, there are always times when dark clouds gather. Thinking about this now, it still makes me regretful. Every time I think about this moment, I can’t stop crying. I remember that in a Chinese class that day, we were preparing to dictate words. Everyone was reviewing nervously, but I was doing my own thing absentmindedly, as if it had nothing to do with me. I didn't care when I was dictating, thinking I could do a good job, but when I was writing "You" in "Wandering Ziyin", I was stumped. When I was thinking a lot, it suddenly occurred to me that I could take a look. What is written in the textbook, so I secretly took out the book and quickly ended the "battle" while the teacher was not paying attention. Just when I was "retreating", other students saw it, and I was furious at that time. My face turned red all of a sudden, and I was so nervous that my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

When the teacher found out, he didn't scold me. On the contrary, he carefully enlightened me and told me that integrity is priceless. Even if I get 100 points, it is still disgraceful!

This incident made me understand that you can correct the wrong words and improve the score if it is low, but if the integrity in your heart is surrendered in the face of deception, there is no way to make up for it! 400-word essay on writing 6

In a person's life, there will always be something that he will never forget. There is such an apple tree in everyone's heart. The apple tree is full of fruits. It is difficult to forget. The ones I remember are gray, the ones I can’t forget are red, and the ones I don’t remember clearly are cyan. In my apple tree, there is only one big, red apple.

I remember that it was an unforgettable summer. I was only six years old. My brother and I were admiring lotus flowers in the park. My brother and I played from time to time. There was also a peach tree in the park with flowers on it. It was full of pink peaches and looked like the faces of shy little girls. There was also a watermelon field in the middle of the lawn. There were many big, round and sweet watermelons. An old lady with a kind face came over. She is the owner of this watermelon field. She asked me with a smile: "Little girl, do you want to eat watermelon? Grandma, will you treat me to some watermelon?" My brother and I were already greedy, so we said, "Okay." , Thank you grandma! "The grandma took us to a shed. It was cool and comfortable. The grandma took out a plate of watermelon and said, "Come on, children, eat the watermelon if you are hungry. Grandma will go first. Let's enjoy the flowers in the park, okay? "We said, "Okay!" I called a few more friends to eat watermelon together.

"Well, it's delicious, I want more!" My brother shouted loudly. My friends and I were shocked. He has already eaten two plates. Doesn't he have a stomachache? At this time, my brother screamed. It turned out that he had a stomachache and hurriedly ran to the toilet. My friend and I "destroyed" what he had not eaten.

That time, the cool taste of watermelon is still lingering in my taste buds. Unfortunately, there was no such watermelon to buy on the street, so we had to go to the old lady’s shed to eat it. Oh, I won’t write it anymore. , go taste the watermelon! 400-word essay about things 7

When I was young, I was ignorant and would always do something unusual. Just like me, I picked up rags with my friends.

My friends and I knew that we could make money by picking up rags, so we found some bottles to sell from the garbage dump next to my house and started working. We first found a big cloth bag and prepared to put all the bottles in the cloth bag. We first put all the bottles we saw in the bag, and found that it was only half full. We were about to go home, and suddenly my partner found many plastic bottles under a pile of waste paper. We saw that there were too many plastic bottles. plastic bottles, thinking: "There will be a bumper harvest today, and these will definitely be sold at a good price." Thinking of this, my friend and I filled up the chicken blood, brought a stone, and a wooden stick, and put the waste paper After prying it open and taking away the plastic bottles, we returned home with a full load. I held a cloth bag and he held a cloth bag. We hummed, danced and walked, but the neighbors looked at us with strange expressions. We didn't know the smile, but we still hummed a tune, danced, and continued walking, asking our father to help us sell these rags and divide the money we bought equally.

A few days later, my partner came to our house happily, and I gave the money to us with a sad face. I only heard my partner shout: "What, it's only 2 or 5 yuan." That's right, it's 2 or 5 yuan. From then on, we learned to study hard and never pick up rags again. 400-word essay about things 8

In the colorful childhood, many people may have done childish and ridiculous things, right? Of course, I am no exception.

I remember one time, when I was five or six years old, my grandfather built a very large chicken coop on the grass behind my house, about three stories high. There are many, many chickens inside. My grandfather would let the chickens out every afternoon and let them take a walk and eat bugs on the ground.

Then my sister and I would put them into the chicken coop after school. Some chickens were very self-conscious, but some just couldn't go in. Then my grandfather, my sister and I would chase those disobedient chickens. Running around, sometimes getting covered in chicken feathers, I finally caught a chicken. He flapped his wings and scared me. I threw him on the ground. My grandfather and my sister said: "You finally caught a chicken, why did you throw it away again?" I said, "That chicken always flapped its wings and scared me, so I threw it away." Grandpa said, "It's okay, you are catching it." "Catch."

But my sister, who is very obedient, happened to catch this chick. We each took one and put the chick face to face, and after a while, we started to bite it. I really can’t laugh or cry! I quickly picked it up, and then I put my hands under its two wings. It was warm, so I put it back in the chicken coop.

This incident has passed for a long time, but I often think of this interesting thing in the ocean of my memory. My childhood is really like a colorful box! 400-word essay about writing 9

On the afternoon of Sunday, our classmates from Class 1 (X) got on the bus and were going to play at "Xiaoyou's Master".

That bus was very beautiful, very clean, with patterns of sea waves on it, so beautiful!

After we got on the bus, we were very excited because we wanted to go there early. .

When we arrived at Xiaoyou’s house, we rested for a while, then our passports were issued, and we started playing. I think knitting is very fun, because it is very interesting, and I looked at the microscope, and looking at the microscope is very interesting.

I also made chocolate, and the chocolate was delicious. Also, I combed the hair of a dummy, I put her hair up and put a bow in the middle. Mao Yexi gave the dummy a pigtail, it was so cute!

After we finished playing, we went to the buffet. We four children sat at a table. The four of us could eat whatever we wanted. After we were full we started playing games and then we had snacks. After Peng Xiyuan and Xu Liuxin left, I went to find my father.

I took my dad’s mobile phone and played with it for a while, and then we left. We got in the car, and Aunt Lai Jie drove, and my teeth were knocked out with a bang. When Aunt Lai Jie stopped the car, I dared to take a sip of water. But it doesn't matter, I am still very happy today, today is such a happy day! 400-word essay on writing 10

There is a small boat on the beach, and there is a coconut tree behind me, with lush leaves. A big green umbrella. I was standing at the stern of the boat. I was wearing a yellow cotton jacket on my upper body, a pair of blue jeans with a slight pattern on my lower body, and a pair of red sneakers on my feet. I put my hands behind my back and spread my feet apart. Because of the strong sunlight, my eyes were like a line and I squinted tightly.

When we were playing on the beach, I saw a small boat in front of me, so I jumped on it, and my father took the opportunity to take a picture of the scene. When I climbed halfway up the mountain, I was sweating profusely and my clothes were wet. I saw a pavilion just in front of me, so I said to my father, "Dad, let's rest in the pavilion and stop climbing." Dad shook his head and said: "No, you have to have a beginning and an end when doing things, you can't give up halfway, and you have to have a beginning and an end when climbing a mountain." After listening to my father's words, I thought: Yes, persistence is victory. So, I took a deep breath.

This is a photo of me playing in the water during my trip to Shaoguan. The beautiful scenery there left a deep impression on me. There is a precious photo saved in my photo album. This is a photo of me on the top of Duxiu Peak. As soon as I saw myself in the photo, the scene of me climbing Duxiu Peak clearly appeared in front of me. It was last year's winter vacation. My father and I took a bus to Guangxi Normal University to climb Duxiu Peak. When we came to the foot of Duxiu Peak, my father and I climbed up Duxiu Peak. At first, I thought it was easy to climb Duxiu Peak. Along the way, we also saw many small flowers and some trees growing in the cracks of the rocks.

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"A hemp house with a red tent and two fat white men living inside." Guess what it is? Yes, it’s peanuts. During this holiday, I had a happy and intimate encounter with peanuts.

In the afternoon, my mother asked me to dig peanuts with her. I immediately became interested! I thought to myself: Today I want to see what the baby peanuts growing in the ground look like. So I put on my gloves and went to the field behind my grandma's house with my mother. When I got there, my mother asked me to take a look. I saw her squatting down, picking up a small shovel, stroking the root of a peanut, grabbing it, inserting it into the soil with the shovel, and pushing hard into the grip. With the next press, the small shovel tilted up like a seesaw. Haha, a whole peanut was dug out of the soil by my mother. I couldn't wait to grab the small shovel from my mother's hand. I followed my mother's example and grabbed the root of a peanut tree and stroked it. I grabbed it and inserted it into the soil with the shovel. I first pressed it down with my hands. The peanut did not tilt up, but instead made my palm turn red. In anger, I stepped on the handle of the small shovel with my foot. As a result, the peanut tilted itself up. I picked up the peanut and shook it, only to see a few Ten peanuts showed their true colors. I suddenly found a few peanuts with small black holes on them, as if there were small windows on the peanuts. I thought to myself: Was it eaten by bugs? We dug and dug and dug a basket full. When I got home, my mother brought some water and gave Baby Peanut a cold bath. After the bath, the peanuts looked like white fat men.

Digging peanuts is so much fun! 400-word essay on writing 12

I live in the north, and it rains a lot in the summer, so it will inevitably be very boring. In the sultry season of summer, a flower seller often comes to sell flowers. But this scene is not like what Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, said: "Listen to the spring rain in a small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty." On the contrary, she often wears a pair of flowery trousers and a white top with mud on them. She often wears a flowery scarf on her head and drags a cart of flowers that are not very pretty. It is really not elegant.

One day at noon, the weather was sultry, and she came. The shout of "flower sellers" broke the tranquility of the community. This crisp voice seemed to light up the summer, attracting the sound of cicadas. There was a lot of noise.

I was very upset: "It's so unethical to hawk and make noise at noon and disturb others' naps!" She didn't seem to have thought about this, and the shouting continued one after another.

Just when I was irritated by the hawking sound, the sky suddenly darkened, and in the blink of an eye it started to rain lightly in the sultry weather. I thought she would stop shouting, but her shouts became louder and louder. When I listened carefully, I could clearly see that she was shouting: "It's raining! Put away the clothes! It's raining! Put the clothes away quickly!"

I walked gently to the back balcony and observed everything in front of me. I saw that the residents opposite were hurriedly collecting their clothes, but there was only a tricycle and a lattice umbrella in the community downstairs. , the petals were washed away by the rain, and the wisps of red, wisps of pink, and dots of white were like an ink painting, spreading out in the water vapor. The fragrance of flowers is like wind, gauze, water, and her kind reminder, looming. Only then did I realize that the flowers washed by the rain were so eye-catching and charming. 400-word essay about things 13

During the winter vacation, many interesting things happened, and the most interesting thing for me was the riddle guessing competition.

On Wednesday night, after dinner, my brother and I started playing riddles. If whoever wins, he will get a cup of green tea; if he loses, he will deduct a cup of green tea.

At the beginning of the game, my brother gave me a brain teaser: "A person is on one side of the cliff. He reaches the other side of the cliff without using anything. How did he get there?" I thought. I didn’t expect it for a long time. My brother said: "You are such a fool! You don't even know this! He fainted!" My brother "took advantage of the situation" and let me eat a "volley of firecrackers". I tried my best to catch up, but failed repeatedly.

Finally, I had to use my trump card: "What does four eights with a ten in the middle mean?" My brother thought about it for a long time and didn't think of it. I said, "Think quickly, you will lose if you don't think about it!" This is an exciting move. Sure enough, it worked. When my brother heard this, he stamped his feet anxiously and said, "I don't believe I can't guess it! If I can't guess it, I'll give you an extra cup of green tea!" I continued to urge: "You haven't thought about it yet?" My brother said: "One more cup!" My brother never thought of it, and I kept urging him. My brother had no choice but to admit defeat. In fact, the word was rice. I won all the green tea back and it was so fun to guess the riddles!

I have found a good way to recognize words by guessing riddles, that is to make up a word riddle based on the appearance of the word, so that as soon as I think of the word riddle, I can write the word more accurately. . 400-word essay on writing 14

I learned another trick

Skateboarding is my strong point, which I have earned through hard work.

On this day, my mother said: Chunhao, come here quickly, I want to teach you a new skill, skateboarding. I want to learn skateboarding? How can I learn it? I reluctantly went to my mother's side. I stepped on the skateboard carefully. The skateboard shook. I lost my balance and fell onto my back with a plop. I sat on the ground and cried loudly. My mother comforted me: Chunhao, don't cry, failure is the mother of success, you will definitely succeed. I stood up immediately after hearing this and stepped on the skateboard again. This time, I didn't twist like the first time. I could skate a little and wasn't very skilled. Mom said: Don't be nervous, otherwise you will not be able to skate well. I stepped onto the skateboard confidently and was not nervous at all. This time, I was able to skate twice.

In this way, I practiced day and night, and finally mastered this trick - skateboarding.

Backgammon Battle

I am a Go master. I asked my mother to play Go with me, but my mother couldn’t play Go, so I had to play Gobang. I won several games in a row, and my mother was beaten to pieces. I laughed and danced with joy.

After a while, my mother won a few games. She felt that she had a sharp eye, but in fact, she was defeated by me again soon. Suddenly, grandma asked my mother to tell me to take a bath quickly. It was already ten o'clock. I heard the sound and hurried to take a bath. After taking a bath, we went to bed happily. 400-word essay on writing 15

"Group A wins, Group B wins." Shouts came from classroom 205. It turned out that there was a chicken feather contest being held. There are four students competing, namely: me, Huang Chen Jiangnan, Tang Rui, and Wu Zhongqi.

Huang Chen Jiangnan and I were in a team. When the game started, we served first. Chicken feathers are not as obedient as badminton and table tennis. They go wherever you hit them. No matter how red our faces were, it was still floating slowly above it, with no intention of going anywhere. Alas, this makes us anxious. You see, the faces of Huang Chen Jiangnan and Wu Zhongqi swelled up like a ball that was blowing hard. Tang Rui and I kept cheering for our comrades on the side, and when we saw the opportunity, we went up and blew a few puffs, just thinking that the chicken feathers would land on the other side's territory as soon as possible.

The chicken feathers were swinging towards us, and they were about to land. At this time, Huang Chen Jiangnan’s move made us stunned and then made us burst into laughter. It turned out that when he saw that the chicken feathers were about to fall to the ground, he quickly lay down on the ground, raised his head, and blew up the chicken feathers again in one breath. Wow, back to life. The chicken feather finally landed on the other side's territory after we refused to give up.

"We won." We jumped up happily.