Composition. Composition! Composition!

It seems that just yesterday, we were still listening to the teacher in the first grade class with our eyes wide open. These six years have passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the stage of total review of graduation exams. In these six years, we have experienced many ups and downs. As the saying goes, "A friend in need is a friend indeed", which is true. Every classmate has his own bosom friend, and my friend is her.

To tell the truth, she is fat, with dark skin and chubby hands. She looks silly, but through her eyes, she sees the light of wisdom. We affectionately call her "MengMeng"

MengMeng is very helpful. There was a famine in Guizhou, and people were anxious like ants on hot bricks-running around. It doesn't matter how much our school mobilizes us to donate things to them. Just hearing the news, the whole class was boiling and everyone was having a heated discussion. The next day, we came to school empty-handed, and we had forgotten all about it. And only MengMeng, panting with a big box of things, came, and the students saw it and made an uproar. She put things on the ground, and these things suddenly piled up into a hill, forming a "scenic spot" with clothes, schoolbags, books and money? Even her brand-new pencil case is in it. I thought to myself: what are you doing with so many things? Why don't you grab something? Thinking about it, I walked up to her and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing with so many things? Why don't you find something to hand over? You brought your new pencil case, will you? " I asked her several questions in succession. She said easily, "This is what we should do and the only thing we can do. Don't you watch our compatriots in China suffer? Although this thing is small, it can represent my heart. Only in this way will one party be in trouble and support from all directions! " I was deeply moved by her words. I thought she was so tall and I was so short.

MengMeng is such a person, no matter how much he has, he always has to pay, pay? Ding Lingling ... ",as the bell rang, the teacher announced that our class was over. And told us: "The snowstorm is coming soon. You should go home quickly. You can't stay on the side of the road to play. Be sure to pay attention to safety! " "My classmates and I immediately packed our schoolbags and ran out of the classroom.

When I came to the side of the road, I saw the dark clouds rolling in the sky, people coming and going on the road, all in a hurry to go home, and I also accelerated my pace. When I came to a crossroads, suddenly, an uncle riding a bicycle knocked a little girl to the ground. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he rode away at once. I saw that little girl's feet were skinned and blood was oozing out. The little girl was frightened and began to cry at once. Pedestrians on the road also ignored her. I felt sorry for her, so I hurried over and wiped her blood with the paper towel my mother put in her schoolbag. She cried and cried, "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! "I said," Hold on, I'll take you home when you're clean. Where do you live? " "In Century Square," she sobbed, "what a coincidence! I live there too. " After cleaning, I helped her limp home.

Finally, I came to her door. She told me that I had arrived. I help knock on the door. The little girl's mother welcomed us in and asked why. She quickly thanked me and gave me candy and cookies. I was embarrassed and hurried home.

Walking on the way home, although the sky is gloomy, I still feel very happy. Because I did a meaningful thing today, and I also understand that helping others can make me happy! I hope everyone can give a little love, and don't be irresponsible for your actions like that uncle!

He is a very mysterious person. If you don't get close to him, you will never know him.

It is neither tall nor short, it looks very standard, with fair skin, pumpkin-shaped face with a pair of dark and melancholy eyes, and seems to be thinking about something.

His study is better, because he is the former study committee member of our class. Every time I see him, he is always doing his homework or staring blankly, and no one knows what he is thinking.

He is so unnoticed. He is introverted, quiet and unable to communicate. That's why he only has one friend. He doesn't like to dedicate his wisdom to himself, and he won't be forced. He belongs to the kind of person who does it without saying anything. He always gets good grades in every exam. When others congratulate him, he will grin at others and then disappear into the crowd.

He likes reading martial arts novels. He tells me stories divorced from reality every day and tries to "beat" me with his established martial arts. Although his kung fu is only half as bad as others, you can see that his serious efforts and boxing movements are really like a juvenile ranger.

He is also a competitive person. Every time we try, we are always neck and neck. He is very competitive. When fighting, he always attacks others with hard nails. He called himself "the dragon catches the tiger", and those who tried his tricks promised to give up.

Every time he goes to physical education class, he always wanders around the teaching building alone, and no one knows what he is doing. Sometimes, even my best friend doesn't know what he is doing.

He is always the object of jokes, because he has white skin and talks like a girl. So others call him "Niangniangpo".

I don't know why, he has changed and his studies have gone from bad to worse. His study Committee member's black hat was also removed, and our friendship began to deteriorate. We used to play a joke. The other party didn't care about the enemy, but now he has become narrow-minded and narrow-minded. Hey ... Why?

May our friendship last forever.

My grandfather passed away. It was the last Monday of 200 1 June, and everyone felt heavy and very sad. Adults are busy holding funerals for foreigners. In order not to affect our study, the adults asked our children to ask for leave from school to see Grandpa off when his body was cremated on Friday.

Grandpa lives in the old town of Sanyuan Lane by the Funan River, which is an old street house. Grandpa spent his eighty-one years here. Grandpa's mourning hall is located in this room, where adults hold a "family sacrifice" for grandpa. My uncle told about Grandpa's kind, kind and hard life in the ceremony of "family sacrifice".

In my memory, grandpa is a fat old man, who moves a little slowly and always has a smile on his face. In early spring or cool autumn, people haven't taken off two sweaters, but grandpa is already wearing thin clothes and often sweats. Adults, children and old people in the street house respect grandpa very much. When they see him, they all call him "Hello, Grandpa Li". Grandpa always answers with a smile: "Hello!"

Grandpa died, and we were all very sad. The adults cried, and I also cried, crying very sadly, because I would never see my grandfather again. He left us forever. According to the adults, grandpa walked peacefully. He died of illness and ran out of oil and lights. For the happy growth of children and grandchildren, grandpa has been diligent and thrifty all his life, and always shows a happy mental outlook in front of people, setting an example for future generations. All of us should learn from his spirit, which is the spiritual wealth left by grandpa.

Grandpa, rest in peace! We will miss you forever!

My grandmother is a middle school teacher. She has bright eyes under her black eyebrows. She is not tall and her chubby body is always so busy. Grandma is very serious and responsible for her work, and I admire her very much.

Grandma is over 500 years old and still cares about her students. Students come to her for help, big or small. I remember one night last winter, the cold wind kept blowing. Grandma and I had just fallen asleep when we heard someone knocking at the door. When the door opened, it turned out to be a student. The student said, "Teacher, one of our students who lives on campus is ill. Our teacher is not here. Would you please take a look? " Grandma put on her clothes and left without saying anything. It was not until 4 o'clock in the morning that grandma dragged her tired body back. Looking at her purple face with cold, I touched her cold hand and asked, "Grandma, are you cold?" Grandma smiled and said, "What does it matter to be cold if you do something for the students?" Grandma's words remain deeply in my memory.

Grandma cares about her students in every way, but she has no time to take care of her health. Every night, grandma prepares lessons until late at night. Sometimes when I wake up and see it, I feel distressed and say to my grandmother, "Grandma, it's time for you to go to bed." Grandma said, "Go to sleep. I have to go to school tomorrow. If I don't prepare lessons carefully, how can I give lectures to students tomorrow? " I don't want to interrupt grandma's thoughts any more, so I nodded helplessly. Looking at her more and more white hair, my eyes are moist. I fell asleep unconsciously. In my dream, I saw my grandmother. Holding flowers in her hand, she faced a group of children with a gratified smile on her face ... In a blink of an eye, I also became a people's teacher, following in her footsteps.

In ordinary life, there are too many trivial things that make people headache, but I am always careless, so there are always stories happening to me. Just two days ago, I forgot to bring my photo to the monitor, and I was at school at noon and didn't go home, so I called my father at home. Because I was in a hurry, I only left one sentence: "The photo is at the bedside. Send it as soon as you find it. "

However, when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in outside. I thought it was my father. He came running and said I couldn't find it. My hopeful heart hit the abyss like a big stone. I turned my head and left, thinking that you couldn't even find the photo. Without saying anything, dad pulled me up, got on the motorcycle and walked home. When I got home, I found that everything in the bedside table had been emptied. My room is a mess. I was shocked! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it was at the bedside. Listen, I've looked everywhere. No, you looked for it yourself, or you didn't. Find your own way! " When my father said this, I felt how cruel my father was to me! Even refused to look for photos.

& ltBR & gt But afterwards I realized that I was wrong!

I came back to school from home in a rage, not to mention how depressed I was. But when I came home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk. Open it, it's all my photos. Looking at my busy father, my tears kept flowing downwards. The next morning, my father went to work early and left me and my mother at home. My mother told me that after I went back to school, my father searched for a long time at home, didn't even eat lunch, came back from work and looked for a long time, and finally found a photo in a book. After listening to all this, my tears poured out again, and a warm current poured out of my heart. ...

Father's love is hidden in my heart. My father is an inarticulate person, but I feel his love and selfless love from his silent "language"!

I have a good partner who lives next door to me. His advantage in school is: "Listen carefully in class and don't owe homework." The disadvantage is: "writing one big and one small, careless homework." His advantage at home is that he listens to his parents. His shortcoming at home is that he lets his parents buy anything delicious and interesting. My partner will give me something interesting to play with and something delicious to eat. When I am in trouble, my partner will help me.

Take the last time for example! Last time yo-yo was popular, grandma had no money. It bothers me that my parents don't buy it. I told my partner about my troubles. Yo-yo is two yuan and fifty cents each, and my partner knows my troubles. In order to let me play yo-yo, he lied to his mother and said, "Mom, I want to buy a yo-yo. Yo-yos are five yuan each. " His mother gave him five yuan. Then he bought me a yo-yo.

Do you want to know who my partner is? He is 76 Jin Yang. Composition bar

He has short black hair. He is tall, white and thin. He is my partner-Li Huawei.

He is a kind young pioneer and likes to help his classmates. I remember once, we went home together and talked about everything all the way. But when I got to the station, I touched my mouth and said, "Ah! I lost my car money! " "Look at your bag," he said to me. But I looked everywhere, but I still couldn't find it. I frowned. I saw him frowning as he walked, saying, "Three stops at fifty cents, six stops at one dollar, five or nine stops at one dollar, and stand again and again." . . . . . . I asked him doubtfully, "What are you talking about?" "ah! It's nothing. Didn't you lose money? I will lend you fifty cents. " "But you don't have two yuan a day, just enough for you to go home by car. . . ""Today, I-I have a lot of money. " Then he gave me the money, got in the car and left.

At first, I thought he was right to lend me money, because we are good friends and partners! Besides, he has a lot of money. But I never thought he would cheat me. The next day, I learned that he only brought two yuan yesterday and lent me fifty cents, leaving one yuan and fifty cents, which was only enough for him to sit three stops away from home and had to walk. . . . . . No wonder he always counted things at the station yesterday. "

I was deeply moved by my partner Li Huawei. "Thank you."

She once helped me; She is a good example for me to learn; She left; She is the best playmate in my life-Wang.

Wang is 9 years old this year. She and I are in the same grade and class. She is my bosom friend. She was the first partner I met when I transferred to Beique Road Primary School. Tie a ponytail, with a thin flowing sea in front of your hair and a long face. She has also been a monitor for several years!

I usually call Wang Jia, which is her nickname. Jia Jia likes playing the electronic piano best, and participates in the electronic piano interest class almost every year! I have heard Jia Jia play the piano, and Shearing Wool is very good. How do you think I know? Hee hee, let me tell you. It was the day of my interest class: when I passed the fourth floor, I happened to hear someone playing keyboard in the keyboard room. I turned my head, huh? It turned out to be Xiao Jiajia. In order not to disturb her, I stood quietly outside the door, secretly listening to Jia Jia playing the piano. The piano sounds wonderful, haha! There is a bird listening outside the window! At that time, I didn't know it was the song "shearing wool", but I heard it from Pang Xinqiao (from the electronic piano class and our class). I didn't know.

When we first met, we played together after class, which was very friendly. But after a while, we seldom talk (contact). After a while, I took the initiative to play with Jiajia, and we became good friends again. One day, we played in a small corner. Jia Jia looked down and suddenly said to me, "Well, Yang Xiaohui. Look, there is a flower on the roof below! " I looked down, hey, there's another flower! In order to see the lake more clearly, we ran down the second floor. I looked at this flower carefully: the petals are pink, with about 6 or 7 petals. There are some leaves outside the flower stalk, which are light green. This flower is an "orphan", growing on a dilapidated roof as if it had no owner. So we decided that Jia Jia was the master and I was the little master. I saw it because Jiajia saw it first. Maybe someone saw it before us, but we decided. Knowing this, we go to see flowers every day (except Sunday). But one day, because it rained too much, the flowers melted, leaving only pedicels. We are very sad. A few days later, I went to see the melted flowers again and found that more flowers had grown. I quickly told Jia Jia the news. Jia Jia was very excited. We hurried down to the second floor. I looked at the flowers carefully again: the flowers turned red, and the petals seemed to be missing, becoming four. Flowers look like butterflies. They must be pink "only children". Hehe ~ ~ We still go to see flowers every day as before (except Sunday). After about half a month, I found that the flowers were gone, so I told Jiajia to leave. I saw that the roof was blank and white, and there was nothing. Seeing this, we are all very sad. In this way, this flower never grows again, but we will remember it forever.

Alas, Jia Jia will transfer to another school next semester. I'm leaving Jia Jia. It's really annoying God, why are you doing this to me? Always separating me from my good friends? But Jia Jia, I will always remember you! Because you are my best friend!

My partner

"Books are the ladder of human progress" is my motto. In order to succeed in the next level, books have become my good partners, reading has become a necessity in my day, and it has become the greatest pleasure in my life!

I am a girl who loves reading. No matter what book I read, I will read it with relish. In children's literature, I like reading Helen Keller's optimistic spirit in If I Have Three Days to See, which makes me very moved. Fairy tales, I like to read the Arabian myth in Arabian Nights, which makes me linger and indulge in it. History, I like to watch Japan's shameless aggression against China for five thousand years in the world, which makes me feel sad and indignant!

Reading makes me knowledgeable; I benefited a lot, from which I felt the pleasure of reading! In my spare time, I pick up books, read them with ecstasy, and sometimes even forget myself. When my parents urge me to eat, I will say, "wait a minute, wait a minute, I will come soon!" " "Talk about what? You can wait, but it will take a long time. When I finished reading it, the food was gone! Actually, this is a lesson my parents taught me. From then on, I studied very hard, and I won't forget to eat and sleep!

Another night, I couldn't sleep, so I lit up word by word with the faint light of the alarm clock. Although it is very troublesome, I still can't put it down. When I woke up the next day, I still had a book and an alarm clock in my hand!

As the saying goes, "there is a golden house in the book." My knowledge now is less than one third of that of an adult! It seems that I have to continue reading and learn more knowledge!

paternal love

Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.

My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and the other foot stepped heavily on the ground, but I couldn't stand steadily. The less I skate, the more anxious I am. I don't want to learn, so I said to my parents, "Let's go home." Dad said loudly, "No, I haven't learned it yet." How should I go home? I can't give up halfway. "I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? When I was about to carry out the plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster." If you rely too much, you can't learn well. "How about this? Let's have a competition and see who learns first, shall we? " I was too angry to say anything, and I said unhappily, "All right, let's compare." I thought to myself: you can learn if you don't believe it. You are much older.

Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. This is ridiculous. 1 of "dong" looks bad. Dad fell down. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and watching skateboarding, as if thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one paw, swinging from side to side, and sliding hard with the other foot. "Look, I can skate." Dad shouted happily. I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.

Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father was so distressed to see me limping that he helped me sit down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine box, helped me rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth and said, "Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, but it won't hurt when the blood slowly dissipates." Under the "treatment" of my father, I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt. ...

Ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you too.

I have a good friend named Zhang Lingling. She is a mean person. Zhang Lingling is smart and lovely, like a peach, always with a bright smile. Zhang Lingling has a delicate baby face, and has neat white teeth in her talkative mouth. When students see Zhang Lingling so cute, they all say that she looks like a little urchin, but they may not believe that this little urchin is the best in our class! She is also the king of reading in our class!

I remember one day, the teacher said the idiom "suddenly enlightened". The teacher stood on the platform and asked, "Who will tell me the meaning of this idiom?" In an instant, the noisy classroom became silent. When the teacher saw that no one raised their hands, he said, "Zhang Lingling, you have read so many books. I remember you reciting this idiom in classical Chinese. Please recite it! Zhang Lingling stood up nervously and recited the classical Chinese confidently. Zhang Lingling recited very skillfully, but the students were whispering to each other. This is because Zhang Lingling's recitation is too profound for us primary school students to understand.

Zhang Lingling not only has a knife mouth, but also a tofu heart.

That day, Zhang Lingling and his mother went to the bookstore on the corner to read books. Suddenly, a miserable and ragged old man came. The old man reached out and asked the staff for money. The staff gave the old man a contemptuous look and then walked away. Suddenly, Zhang Lingling relented and ran to his mother, asking her for money and giving it to the old man. The old man accepted the money, thanked Zhang Lingling many times, and said with deep affection, "There are still many good people in the world." What Zhang Lingling did touched you and me. Passers-by and staff members gave Zhang Lingling a favorable look and donated a lot of money to the old man.

Students, Zhang Lingling is really a sharp-tongued and cruel person.