Essay describing the details of the epidemic

1. Detailed description of I'm sick composition

I'm sick

A few days ago, I felt a little dizzy, as if I had a cold; but I didn't I ignored the other symptoms. Unexpectedly, this left me with trouble, making me "unable to survive and unable to die" the next day.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, I found that my head was getting more and more dizzy, and the nasal fluid in both nostrils was like a waterfall. In order to prevent getting sick, I quickly ran outside, made a cup of cold medicine and drank it to prevent catching a cold. Unexpectedly, this medicine not only had no effect, but actually made my pain worse.

"Go and take a nap. Maybe this cold is caused by lack of sleep." So, I went to sleep and cured the disease.

At about 5:30 in the evening, grandma came to the bedroom and asked me to get up and have dinner. But because I was in such a hurry when I got to bed and wanted to sleep so much, I didn't even take off my coat or pants. Therefore, I felt the biting cold wind when I raised my head. But I still insisted on sitting up. At this time, I felt dizzy, as if there were three or four birds circling around my head.

When grandma saw me like this, she took the thermometer and said to me: "Qiangqiang, sit up first and measure your temperature. Grandma will get a glass of boiling water." Let me drink it." I nodded. Then, I picked up the thermometer and started measuring it.

Five minutes later, I took out the thermometer from my tuck and took a look. "Ah, it's almost 39 degrees." I shouted. When grandma heard my temperature report, I jumped a lot. Because as soon as my body temperature reaches 40 degrees, I will talk in my sleep and talk some weird things. Since my body temperature was already extremely high, my grandma immediately called my mother and asked her to take me back to Hangzhou for medical treatment.

About half an hour later, my mother rushed back from the store, finished dinner in a hurry, and then took me to Hangzhou to see a doctor.

It was already 10 o'clock when we arrived at the hospital. With tired eyes, my mother took me to register, do blood tests, do skin tests, and get injections until 12 o'clock.

Alas, it’s not good to be sick. It costs money and suffers. 2. An essay about describing details

We hurriedly took off our clothes by the river, threw ourselves into the river, and immediately started fighting, chasing and playing in the water.

You see, we are divided into two teams, one is the "enemy" and the other is the "Red Army". Pairs of small palms poured water on each other, causing everyone's face to be covered with crystal water drops.

The water blurred our eyes, so we each stepped aside, wiped it away with our hands, and then "attacked" violently. The whole river immediately became noisy, with shouts and laughter rising one after another, forming a happy symphony.

When we were tired from the water fight, we chased and played in the river. One chased and the other ran, darting back and forth in the water. His little body was as slippery as a loach, and he couldn't catch it no matter what.

The singing and laughter on the river swayed far away from both sides of the river. We little naughty boys would ignore our parents' repeated warnings, come to Xiaoshiwan in small groups, take off our pants, and dive into the water naked.

There are dragonflies, dragonflies, and water fights. They are like little loaches, chasing around in the water, shouting, and playing. It’s really exciting. Indescribably comfortable. A few children, with their bare feet, were playing in the water in the heavy rain! The singer was Hong Hong. As she sang, she caught the rain falling from the sky with her hands.

Xiao Yu and Ding Ding, who were following her, stepped on the rain creek on the ground, swinging their arms rhythmically, and raised their heads from time to time, letting the rain wash over them. At this time, I felt itchy in my heart, so I hurriedly threw off my shoes, rolled up my trousers, and rushed out of the room.

As soon as I ran behind Honghong, there was a "plop", and I fell on my back, and splashes of water fell on Honghong. Honghong turned around and said with a "hehehe" smile: "Hit the drowned dog quickly!" After saying that, she paddled the water with her feet and hit me.

I didn’t care to get up, and quickly held up the water with both hands and threw it towards Hong Hong’s face, shouting cheerfully: “Come on! Come on!” Hong Hong couldn’t resist anymore. , yelled "Oh, mom", hurriedly covered his face with his hands, turned his head and backed away.

"Reinforcements are coming!" With a cheerful cry, Xiao Yu and Ding Ding launched an attack on me.

I immediately used my hands and feet to throw jets of water at Xiao Yu and Ding Ding. "Hehehe——!" "Hahaha——!" Our happy laughter echoed in the vast rain curtain.

Others: 1. If the blackboard is the vast sea, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. The moment *** sounded, you used the faculty whip as an oar to row the textbooks moored in the port like a ship.

On the desk, the problems are piled up like a reef. Your gestures are as vivid as a flying bird, waving a graceful arc on the podium - the ship passes... There is no floating in the sky The clouds are like your bright heart, lofty and lofty. 2. Hope stems from disappointment, and perseverance stems from worry. As a poet said: Those who feel hungry must digest well, those who feel urgency must be efficient, and those who feel crisis must make rapid progress.

3. Don’t wander under the trees, don’t meditate in the rain, don’t cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back. As long as you have the courage to face it and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season.

Looking forward, there is still a bright sky, which will not make people feel hesitant. 4. The soft sunshine hangs slanting on the everlasting branches and leaves of green pines and cypresses, looking so quiet and solemn. The green lawn and white cement are peaceful, the steps are so light, but everyone's hearts are so excited and solemn. Thoughts surge.

5. The ocean of life is not like the rippling blue waves of West Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes with splashing waves, and sometimes with giant waves soaring into the sky... After people have withstood the test of strong winds and waves, , tend to become stronger. 6. When you face the spring scenery with warm breeze blowing, birds singing and flowers fragrant, green mountains and green waters, and vast tracts of fertile fields, you will definitely be intoxicated; when you face the golden autumn season that is as golden as silver and full of fruits, you will definitely be overjoyed.

Have you ever thought that the lush spring scenery is the heroic appearance after experiencing the baptism of severe cold, and the beautiful scenery of golden autumn is the crystallization of being smelted by the scorching heat. 7. If you want to harvest fruits in the golden autumn, then in the cold early spring, you should roll up your trouser legs and work tirelessly to open up fields, sow seeds, and cultivate until the day of harvest.

8. Life is like a path winding in the mountains, bumpy and bumpy, with ditches and cliffs on the sides. If you fall down, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Don’t pretend to be pretentious! This is straightforwardness, not weakness, because crying does not affect the journey, but can increase caution.

The mountain flowers are blooming and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, just laugh if you want, but don’t be pretentious! This is straightforwardness, not pride, because smiling once does not affect the journey, but can actually increase confidence. 9. Love is a piece of sunshine in winter, which makes the hungry and cold people feel the warmth of the world; love is a clear spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair regain the hope of life; love is sprinkled on the long-drought land A shower of sweet rain brings instant spiritual comfort to the lonely and helpless people.

10. The days are always like fine yarn passing through the fingertips, slipping quietly inadvertently. The sorrows and misused injuries of the past have gently passed away under the wash of the passing years, while the joy and smiles left behind will remain fresh in the depths of memory for a long time.

11. The melancholy mood evaporated. 12. Faded memories.

13. The smoke is burning in the peaceful home again. 14. Some memories are burned, and some memories are buried deep in the heart. The age of innocence is like running water passing through the golden age.

15. I want to melt into the pink peach petals and wipe away the worries in your heart all day long. 16. I completely understand my parents’ minds.

17. Maternal love is a masterpiece that I will never be able to finish reading; maternal love is a sky that I will never be able to fly out of. ...Zhang Weiwei 18. When the withered autumn leaves swayed in the wind, the late autumn floated outside the school. Under the moonlight, my father's shadow stretched very long. The huge windbreaker wrapped the skinny father in it, and I felt sad in my heart.

19. The true love in the world is like a big net, which always warms people's hearts. Just like a mother's love, it never ends. 20. Time is a poem, a poem containing rich philosophy. Time is a camel, carrying the dreams of countless people.

21. The fate of a boat is to drift; the fate of a sail is to chase the wind and waves; the fate of life is to grasp it. Only by grasping and believing in life can you be young and guilt-free. 22. The past is like a song. In the journey of life, Although there have been ups and downs and regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope, let us remember that sentence. 3. Detailed description essay

That day, my soul was shocked

The rain outside the window was scattered, and I looked at the gray sky in the light rain and fog. Drops of rain turned the dust of residence into wisps of light smoke, blending and flowing in the hazy drizzle. In the light smoke, the most sincere and flawless emotion buried in my heart emerged before my eyes like a movie.

It was a gray rainy day, and the pedestrians on the street were leaving in a hurry. The willow trees beside the road were listlessly floating with sparse willow leaves, heads bowed, looking insignificant in the sharp rain. I stood under the eaves to hide from the rain, quietly staring at the gray sky.

Suddenly, a ragged beggar came into my eyes. He was wearing shabby, patched clothes, and his disheveled hair was soaked by the rain. The dim eyes were lined with intertwined wrinkles, and the thin and rough face that had experienced the world was like a desolate Gobi desert, lifeless. Her bruised feet were bare and limping on the cold road. Like a thin and helpless bird, struggling to hold its wings in the wind, but unable to compete with the cold power.

His walking stopped suddenly, and he lowered his head and looked down - it was an old and shriveled can, rattling in the wind, mixed with mud and sticking quietly to the smooth surface. On the shiny road. He was startled, paused, then gradually bent his thin back, stretched out his hands that were as dry as tree branches, and carefully, tremblingly, picked it up. He held the can tightly in his hand, almost close to his chest, and then walked forward seriously step by step. he.

The air seemed to freeze and disappear into the hazy rain. In the light smoke. He was startled, then solemnly put it into the trash can, and then felt satisfied.

His walking pace suddenly stopped, like the desolate Gobi Desert, filled with eternal admiration and emotion. He lowered his head, and a ragged beggar came into my eyes. Those dim eyes lined with intertwined wrinkles will always be the beacon in my heart. The pedestrians on the street left in a hurry, and then step by step, my soul was shocked, and there was a look of relief in my eyes that day.

It was a gray rainy day. He rose little by little and walked forward seriously. Gradually, he struggled to hold his wings in the wind. Little by little, his heart felt more like eternity. Glowing rising sun. Looking at that extremely tall body. The willow trees by the roadside were drifting listlessly with sparse willow leaves. Her bruised feet were bare. I stood under the eaves to hide from the rain, rattling in the wind, illuminating my soul. My unkempt hair was soaked by the rain, like a beggar in the rain. My life was also shaken.

That day. Like a small and helpless bird, dragging its thin body, the most sincere and flawless emotion buried in my heart blended and drifted in the hazy drizzle.

Suddenly, he was walking limpingly. He saw the trash cans, dwarfed by the sharp rain. Tears gradually overflowed into his eyes, mixed with mud, and lay quietly on the smooth and shiny road. With his extremely pure heart, he stretched out his hands that were as dry as tree branches, and held it up tremblingly. He lowered his head and looked down - it was an old and shriveled can, gently, almost close to his chest, staring quietly at the gray sky, lifeless, but unable to compete with the cold power. He held the can tightly in his hand, carefully. He was wearing shabby, patched clothes. I looked at the gray sky in the light rain and mist, and gradually bent his thin back. My heart was shocked in an instant. I stepped on the cold road and paused. It appeared before my eyes like a movie.

A drop of rain turned the dust of the house into a wisp of light smoke, and my soul was shocked

The rain outside the window scattered freely, and the thin and rough face that had experienced the world 4. Detailed description Essay 400

My classmate (character description fragment)

Look at her dark face, revealing a character that refuses to admit defeat, with a pair of thick and black eyebrows shining His glass-ball-like eyes carefully watched his opponent's every move, alert and agile. The concave and convex outline outlines her unremitting pursuit of table tennis. Although she was short and not very strong, she still loved sports like crazy. Just like her shocking name - thunderstorm points, thunder and thunder!

Her opponent was now classmate Q. She raised the ping-pong board without showing any signs of weakness, shrugged her shoulders habitually, twisted her neck, squatted professionally, raised her head slightly, revealing her pair of With intimidating eyes, she sneered and said softly: "Serve!" The small yellow ball shot toward her quickly. Without hesitation, she turned to one side, raised her arm, and hit it with a "snap" go back. Unexpectedly, the opponent was not to be outdone and hit another direct shot. She frowned alertly, stepped back with her left foot, aimed at the ball with her right hand and pushed hard without taking her eyes off the ball for a moment. The opponent directly "killed the ball", making her unable to defend and lost the ball!

"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, reached out and grabbed a towel, wiped her sweat, and threw it back casually.

"Boy, that's good!" She held the board tightly, gently threw the ball into the air, and dribbled it over at lightning speed, leaving two crisp sounds. The opponent is a capable general and is difficult to deal with. A long time passed, and there was still no winner. She was a little anxious in her heart. The yellow ball was like a small flame, which made people panic. Although she dodged left and right, and made a spin, her opponent did not move at all.

She was very angry, and the sweat on her forehead was almost hot. She roared, her eyebrows mixed the sweat together, and the ball jumped over with a "swipe", hitting her opponent's vital point. Stumbling backward. Lost a ball unexpectedly! 5. Detailed description essay of 800 words

The old man selling sesame dumplings

Selling sesame dumplings, selling sesame dumplings..." It was this damn hawking sound that brought me out of my dream again Wake up, needless to say, it’s five-thirty now, half an hour before I should get up.

Somehow, just recently, an old man selling sesame balls came to our place. He starts selling at half past five every day, whether it is weekdays or weekends; whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, he is the one who disturbs my dreams every day. I should get up at six o'clock. , I was woken up by him at this time, so I didn’t dare to sleep, and I didn’t want to think about it when I got up, so I had to toss and turn in bed, wasting half an hour in vain, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. For this reason, I hated this sesame dumpling seller very much. , I felt headache and upset when I heard this hawking sound, and I didn’t know how many times I cursed him viciously in my heart.

However, until one day, my view of this old man selling sesame balls suddenly changed. .

It was a very sunny Sunday morning. As usual, I was woken up by the hateful shouting. I covered my head tightly with the quilt, not to mention how cruel this old man was. It was rare. It’s such a rest day that no one can have a good night’s sleep. It’s really abominable! Suddenly, among the harsh shouts of sales, there came one after another the cry of a lark, which was clear, sweet, and melodious. My heart couldn't help but I couldn't sleep anyway, so I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, and see what kind of old man he was and what his skills were, so I lifted up the quilt and put it on quickly.

I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it was a sunny day. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. My heart suddenly became cheerful. I followed the cries and looked for the old man selling sesame balls. From a distance, I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children. I thought to myself, no wonder he comes to sell goods every day. It turned out that the business was good. I hurriedly took a few steps. 6. 10 essays with detailed descriptions are urgently needed. [About 600 words]. Thank you.

Speaking of winter, I suddenly thought of tofu. It was boiled in a "small foreign pot" (aluminum pot). The water was boiling, like

many fish eyes. Small pieces of tofu are kept inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat worn inside out.

The pot was on a "foreign stove" (a stove without kerosene), and both the stove and the pot were smoked black, making the tofu even more white. It was night, and the house was old. Although

it was lit with "foreign lanterns", it was still dark. Sitting around the table were my father and our three brothers. The "yang stove" was too high, and my father often stood up, tilted his face slightly, squinted his eyes, put his chopsticks into the hot air, picked up the tofu, and picked up the tofu one by one

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Place it in our soy sauce dish. We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, so we still enjoy the benefits.

This is not eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night and everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; as soon as it was served

we looked eagerly at the pot, waiting for the heat, waiting for the tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks in the heat.

It’s winter again. I remember it was the night of November 16th in the lunar calendar. I was sitting in a small boat with S and P in the West Lake. Mr. S just arrived in Hangzhou to teach.

He wrote in advance and said: "We are going to visit the West Lake, regardless of whether it is winter." The moonlight was so beautiful that night, and it still looks like a moonlight when I think about it now

On the body. It turned out that the night before was the "moon first"; maybe the moon in November is really special. It was past nine o'clock at that time, and it seemed that we were the only boat on the lake. There is a bit of wind, and the moonlight shines on the soft water waves; the reflection in the middle is like new silver

. The mountains on the lake only have faint shadows left. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Junkou wrote two poems: "Counting the stars and lights

recognizes the fishing village, light ink lightly depicts the distant black marks." None of us spoke much, only the steady sound of oars. I gradually fell asleep. P Jun

"Hello", then raised his eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to go to Jingji Temple; it was Amitabha's birthday and it was quite lively there. When we arrived at the temple, the hall was brightly lit with candles and filled with the sounds of Buddha chanting, as if we had woken up from a dream. This was more than ten years ago

Mr. S still exchanges letters frequently. Mr. P heard that he had changed his mind several times. The year before last, he was working in a special taxation bureau to collect special taxes

Yes, there will be no news from now on.

I spent a winter in Taizhou with a family of four. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a large valley. There is only one street that is two miles long. On other roads, there were hardly any people during the day; it was pitch dark at night. Occasionally, a little light shines through people's windows, and there are torches held by walking people; but they are very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the sound of wind in the pine forest on the mountain, and the shadows of one or two birds in the sky. The end of summer arrives there, and the beginning of spring leaves, but it seems like we are always living in winter; but even if it is really winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road. If someone talks on the road, we can hear it clearly. But because there were so few people walking

, there were occasional voices, which sounded like they were brought by the distant wind and were unexpectedly outside the window. We are outsiders. Except when we go to school, we often just sit at home. My wife is also used to being lonely, and she only stays with us men. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home. Once I went to the street and when I came back, the large square window of the kitchen downstairs was open, and there were three of them, mother and son, side by side; all three faces looked at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, except for the four of us;

The sky and the earth are empty, and there are only four of us. It was the 10th year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out of home, feeling very comfortable. Now she is almost dead

It has been four years, but I still remember the shadow of her smile.

No matter how cold, windy or snowy, thinking of these always makes my heart warm. 7. Detailed description essay of 800 words

Wang Jie: Wang Jie always looks like a lady when he eats, even if he is holding a steamed bun in his hand.

Look! Wang Jie used her three fair and round fingers to gently hold the lower end of the bun. While smiling and talking to the person opposite, she ate small bites like a chicken pecking at rice. After a long while, she finally finished each one. The buns that are too big have been eliminated.

Maybe she felt a little dry in the mouth, so she slowly picked up the toilet paper put aside and wiped the pads of the three fingers that she had just used to hold the bun. Then she held the edge of the bowl with both hands, raised her little finger and ring finger, and slightly opened her red lips. He took a slow sip.

Sensing my gaze, Wang Jie turned his head, smiled slightly at me, and carefully put the bowl back to its place. After chewing slowly for a while, she was the last person in the class, but she was not in a hurry. She took out a new tissue and wiped her mouth, then walked away slowly with the dinner plate.

Zhang Hong: If Wang Jie is a lady, then Zhang Hong is a chivalrous person. Every time Zhang Hong eats, she feels like she's in a war. It seems like she'll be "game over" if she's slow for a second.

Although the school's steamed buns are not big, they are not small either, but Zhang Hong lost half of the steamed buns in one bite. The spoon didn't stop, and he put spoonful after spoonful into his mouth. His cheeks were bulging with food, and they were shaking from time to time. Coupled with the two apple-red masses on his cheeks, at first glance, it looked a little bit... Like a squirrel eating.

Because he was eating in a hurry and would inevitably choke, Zhang Hong always hurriedly held the bowl with one hand and poured it into his mouth. The other hand was clenched into a fist, and he beat his chest rapidly. . After a gust of wind and clouds passed, the dinner plate was clean, with only some vegetable soup left. As soon as it was done, Zhang Hong couldn't wait to hold the dinner plate and strode away.

The third grade of junior high school: Gopher Totou (Wu) (This article is originally from the composition library:). 8. Composition paragraphs about describing details

Appearance:

Xiao Maotou is very small, his head is only as big as my big doll; his face is round and red, like Just big apple. She slept very sweetly, her eyes were closed tightly, like two lines; her eyebrows were like two curved crescent moons; her little mouth often moved, as if she was feeding. She was wrapped in a small quilt and tied tightly with ropes, and she was motionless.

Tiantian is chubby and about three years old. The little face is white and rosy and round. On his big head, a bunch of black and oily hair hangs down, covering his broad forehead. Under those two light, short eyebrows, there is a pair of watery eyes. Ah, what lively eyes, as if they can talk, and there is also a hint of naughty look! There is a slightly upturned little nose under the beautiful eyes, and two small red lips. There is also a small bib around the body, and a blooming peony flower is rusted on the bib. The fleshy little hands held a piece of green-skinned and red-flesh watermelon.

This time, I was startled. When I looked up, I saw a little girl in her teens, sitting high on a branch of a tree, holding a harmonica in her hand. Getting ready to blow! She was wearing a fiery red velvet coat and a short green skirt. The two little feet wearing instant shoes were hanging in the air, which was strangely comfortable. Her braided head leaned crookedly on her right shoulder, her big watery eyes blinked at me, her nose was slightly upturned, and she showed a mischievous look. As soon as you see her, you will like her from the bottom of your heart.

Action:

Her opponent is now classmate Li Gang. She raised the ping pong board without showing any weakness and habitually She shrugged, twisted her neck, squatted professionally, raised her head slightly, exposed her formidable eyes, sneered, and said softly: "Serve!" The yellow ball quickly moved towards her. When the shot came, she turned to one side without hesitation, raised her arm, and hit him back with a "snap". Unexpectedly, the opponent was not to be outdone and hit another direct shot. She frowned alertly, stepped back with her left foot, aimed at the ball with her right hand and pushed hard without taking her eyes off the ball for a moment. The opponent directly "killed the ball", making her unable to defend and lost the ball!

Boy, that’s not bad! "She gripped the board tightly, gently threw the ball into the air, and dribbled it over at lightning speed, leaving two crisp sounds. The opponent was a capable general, and it was difficult to deal with it. A long time passed, and there was no Decide the winner. She was a little anxious, and the yellow ball was like a small flame, which made people feel panicked. Although she flicked left and right, and made a spin, her opponent did not move at all.

Brother. His eyes are highly myopic and he cannot do without his glasses. He is like a "blind man". As long as he takes off his glasses, he will be as obedient as a sheep in front of me. One afternoon, my brother wanted to wash his hair. He asked me to bring him soap and water. I thought proudly: Huh! I'll do some errands for you first, and then I'll treat you.

After a while, my brother stretched his neck and slapped the soap suds all over his head and face. As soon as I saw that the time had come, I quietly took away my brother's basin. After the brother finished rubbing, he went to wash his hair. He took a handful of water and it was empty. He hurriedly looked for it, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the soap suds made him shed tears. I said to him proudly: "Haha, you were fooled. Brother, you are so stupid, like a pig." He was like a blind man touching The road was the same, touching here and there, and finally I got a towel and wiped my eyes, but they were still blurry, so I went to look for his glasses.

Unknown:

Without seeing him, just by hearing his voice, he knew that it was Fu Yuqing, the squad leader on duty, who was "picking on you" again. Although Fu Yuqing was not tall, his big and bright eyes were bigger than hers. Even taller boys were afraid of her. Coupled with her sharp-tongued lectures, she was even more speechless and speechless.

I still remember one afternoon when I was about to have a self-study class. Before Fu Yuqing returned to the classroom, the students started to make noises. The classroom was as lively as a free market. At this time, Fu Yuqing opened the door and said with a straight face: "Why are you so noisy? Go back to your seat! "The students all returned to their seats obediently. Suddenly someone said: "What's so great, isn't he just a monitor on duty! ". Although the voice was not loud, Fu Yuqing heard it and everyone thought she would get angry. However, unexpectedly, Fu Yuqing was not angry at all. She smiled, cleared the noise and said, "It doesn't matter. , maybe I am usually too serious with everyone. I don’t blame that classmate, but I also want to thank her for the advice she gave me. However, if there is no strict discipline in a class, what will the class be like? "After saying that, I returned to my seat. Suddenly, the classroom was completely silent.

I still remember one time I forgot to bring my biology book. It's over, I will be punished to stand now! The teacher just stipulated in the last class that I must Although I didn't show it, my mind was spinning, thinking of a solution. She saw something was wrong with me, and after asking about the reason, she said, "It's not easy! "As he said that, he pulled me to borrow books from other classes. But they didn't bring them and said they were borrowing them. I could see that they didn't want to lend them to us at all. I was even more anxious. The class bell was about to ring. I My book has not been found yet, what should I do? My heart skipped a beat, but it was not hopeless. But after finishing the last class, my bubble of hope was completely burst, and I was about to burst into tears. Come down. She bit her lip and thought for a while, then said, "Go back first and use mine first. "After that, she ran away again. As class was going on, she hurried into the classroom again, her face flushed and her hair stuck to her forehead. When she met my questioning eyes, she raised a broken book in her hand. She picked up the broken book, smiled, and walked to her seat. After class, I asked her, and she just said, "It's because I have a lot of connections!" "I am also doubtful. 9. Detailed composition

Small things tell the truth

In our lives, there are many seemingly inconspicuous little things. But it is in those Behind the little things, there are all kinds of emotions.

In an extracurricular activity class when I was in second grade, I was on the playground with my favorite friend, Li Jia. Playing "Stone War".

While we were playing, Li Jia suddenly hit me on the back of the head with a stone. It only hurt a little at first, but it became more and more painful. I touched it and saw, oh my god, blood! I quickly told Li Jia. She was shocked and apologized to me. Along the way, some classmates gathered around me and asked. Some students reported the situation to the class teacher, and others said they would call their parents. The students surrounded me and saw their sincere concern. Although my head hurt, I was very happy. She gently took out medical gauze, medical tape, cotton swabs and alcohol from the drawer and bandaged my wound. The head teacher also rushed over. Li Jia told the class teacher the whole story and asked the teacher to forgive her. After a while, he said, "Don't play such dangerous games again, remember? "We nodded silently.

When I got home, I told my mother about this. My mother said: "Oh, you kids are quite annoying sometimes. The teacher cares about you just like your mother. Don't cause trouble to the teacher in the future.

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A drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun; a small thing is enough to reflect the strong relationship between teachers and students!