The bell rings composition

In daily study, work, and life, everyone has tried to write essays. According to different genres, essays can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays, and argumentative essays. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a composition that I carefully compiled. Welcome to read and collect it. Composition 1 on the ringing of the bell

The ringing of the bell gave me many reminders and warnings, and exercised a lot of my thinking and perseverance. In the morning, the sun shines on the earth, passing through layers of gauze, and it quietly comes to my desk. When I see it, my mood suddenly improves. It is its arrival that makes me full of self-confidence. Looking around, some of the classmates in the class were playing with their mobile phones, and some were in a daze. Seeing such a picture, my hopeful heart suddenly turned into despair!

Helpless, I can only look out the window at the beautiful scenery to soothe my mood. Just then, I saw a banyan tree crowded with birds. They were chirping and chirping. It was so lively, as if they were saying to me, "Come on! Come on!" Ding Ding Dang - the bell for class rang, and it was time for the exam. When the time came, I quickly took my mind back. The teacher walked towards us with heavy steps and handed us test papers with hope. Somehow, suddenly my whole body was shaking and my mind was confused! When the teacher sent me the test paper, he quietly said to me: "You should do better in the test, keep a calm mind, and answer the questions seriously!" This sentence made my nervousness disappear all of a sudden!

I just said it casually, I will do it! I took the test paper in my hand and started reviewing the questions seriously! When I read the last question, my heart felt like being pricked by a needle. It hurt so much. My self-confidence was slowly declining. Time passed by and the exam was almost over. , and the questions on my test paper haven’t been touched yet, I’m a little disappointed! The thoughts in my mind are chaotic again and again, without calm thinking, and I am about to hand in the paper! Ding-dang-dang - it's time for get out of class to end, and it's been 40 minutes since the exam. The bell is like a warning, telling me that time is running out. The teacher said to us: "Do it first if you know how to do it. Don't stop for a question all the time." I heard the ringing of the bell, no longer hesitated, picked up the pen and did it word for word, keeping silently saying "Do your best" ", finished the test paper! Dang, Dang, Dang - it was time for the get out of class to end, and the teacher started to collect the papers. The teacher smiled and said to me: "You think you can do it!" "Not bad!" I said. The ringing of the bell made me regain my confidence again! The Bell Rings Composition 2

I remember one morning, when I was in English class, I suddenly felt a crisp, numb, and swollen feeling coming up from underneath. It was so uncomfortable!

Alas! Why doesn't this kind of thing come sooner or later, but at this time... If it weren't for drinking too much water after class, I wouldn't want to go to the bathroom. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have brought a water glass, let alone filled it with water. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go to the bathroom. For God's sake, let the bell ring! I beg you, I am willing to be a cow or a horse.

But after a while, I suddenly felt like I didn’t want to go to the bathroom, and I felt happy.

After a while, the bell rang, so I hurriedly made preparations for the next class and went out to play with my classmates. I saw some students playing shuttlecock, some doing homework, some walking in the corridor, and some looking at the distant scenery... Fang Jiongzhi and I played chess. As soon as we got up, the two of us started a fierce "fight". I had already forgotten about going to the bathroom.

As a result, the school bell rang again. I sat in my seat and felt that my stomach was full of water and it was almost full. I had to squeeze my legs tighter, but the bones of my thighs seemed to be close to each other. Even though they were together, the feeling of swelling and pain still didn't go away. I secretly hated myself: Alas, God has given me a chance, but I didn’t cherish it. It’s really my own fault!

In the next 40 minutes, I felt like every minute passed as long as a year.

Oh my God! From now on, I will go to the bathroom after every get out of class. Please, please let the bell ring! The Bell Rings Composition 3

The ancient pendulum clock on the table is still ticking, telling the cold loneliness of the room. The noisy sounds gradually subsided, the lights in the village gradually became sparse, and the naughty stars hid behind the clouds, leaving only a waning moon hanging alone on the branches. The wind picked up layers of leaves, and loess flew in the air, venting boredom. Sleepless! Lost! Desire. The phone rings from my ears.

Every weekend when I go home, I always receive a phone call from my father. The happiest moment during weekends is also the time to talk to my father. I am busy with work during the day, so I often answer calls at night. Therefore, I always sit for a while before going to bed every night for fear of missing this call. The reason why I was so anxious this time was because I remembered my uncle’s phone call last week saying that my father was sick and I didn’t know if he was getting better. But usually I don't take the initiative to call my dad, for fear of disturbing his sweet dream. Tonight, my father's phone call never came. I waited and waited anxiously, and hoped and hoped, until late at night I slowly fell asleep in disappointment.

The next morning while I was cooking, the phone rang suddenly. I ran into the house quickly and happily picked up the phone: "Dad!" "Hey, have you eaten?" What came was a kind and tired voice. "Not yet. Why didn't you call last night?" "I worked overtime too late last night. I fell asleep in bed after get off work. I was afraid that you would be anxious. Didn't I call you early in the morning? What are you doing at school this week? How?..." Dad always seems to have endless things to care about. After explaining this and explaining that, although he is not at home, he has a clear grasp of everything at home. After I answered the phone, I suddenly remembered: Why did you forget to ask Dad if he was well? Really, I picked up the phone and was about to dial, but I stopped. Forget it, even if I call back again, Dad will definitely respond as if nothing happened. Said: "It's good morning, don't worry!" How can we not worry? Since my mother passed away, my father has been our only relative. Over the years, in order to raise our two sisters, my father has really worked hard to raise us two sisters. He is already in his fifties. , I also went out to work to earn money, but my father’s body could not bear the heavy physical work outside. Seeing my father grow old quickly, my sister and I felt heartbroken. We often advised my father to take care of his body, but he always He smiled and said, "It's okay. My health is fine. You two just need to study hard. When my daughter becomes successful, it will be time for dad to enjoy the blessings." My sister and I were speechless. We could only study harder and use our excellent skills to achieve success. The results made my father happy. As for my father, although he is in a different place, he is always thinking about us two sisters. No matter how busy he is at work, he still has to call us on weekends to understand how we are doing at home. At the same time, he also tells us about his situation. It has become the best way for our father and daughter to communicate about the situation, and it is also our happiest moment.

It was another bright moonlit night, and I once again sat in front of the phone, waiting for the moment it rang.

The countdown begins!

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..." Many children stared at the watch and started the countdown to the end of get out of class. The scene was no less spectacular than the scene when Shenzhou 7 was launched.

Gradually, the children held their breath at the same time, and all cells entered a state of extreme excitement.

A piece of music that I have listened to countless times came up leisurely, but it is still so beautiful, so elegant, and especially kind. Many pairs of ears pricked up, trying their best to capture the explosive and representative password in the world of sound - "get out of class is over!" Then the children could disperse in a hurry and rush to the gorgeous after-school life.

However, everything is not as simple as children imagine. The teacher's gentle ears, which could even hear the whispers like the buzzing of mosquitoes, were now deaf and could not hear the end of get out of class bell that resounded throughout the campus.

After the bell rang, the deep voice that I had heard for several years started to sound. It was the teacher. He was still talking about the poem that had been spoken by the world for thousands of years and still made people chatter endlessly. There was already a sea of ??joy outside the window.

The children's eyes, which were shining with excitement, were as dim as a light bulb going off. Time seemed to suddenly speed up, and one second was worth a thousand dollars. The children were helpless, depressed and a little angry - the "end of get out of class" command had not yet sounded.

The eyes gradually intertwined into a net, covering the innocent clock above the blackboard. The children's ears have already flown to the window to catch the roaring laughter again and again. No child paid attention to the poem on the blackboard and the big red characters next to it - go all out to get promoted to junior high school.

Time ran away lightly, and the bell rang for class. The children's world is dark, as if they are hungry and have not had food for a long time. The cells that were originally excited, excited, and eager to try suddenly became tired, depressed, and dejected.

There were sighs. The children shouted loudly in their hearts: "Teacher! Give me ten more minutes! The bell rings composition 4

"Dingling bells..." This is a string of wind chimes, a string of beautiful wind chimes.

In my life, this string of wind chimes has been with me since childhood. It brings me happiness and relieves my sadness, just like this string of wind chimes. It was blue. A very good friend gave it to me when I was a child. We often played together. But when I was eight years old, he left this place with his parents and went to a far away place. The night before, he said goodbye to me and gave me a bunch of wind chimes. He told me: "This wind chime is for you, I hope it will accompany you every day, like me. "I took the wind chime with tears in my eyes. At that time, I just thought he was gone for a few days, but I didn't know that he had been gone for a long time.

On the night of farewell, as soon as I got home, I hung the wind chime on the Under the eaves at the door, the wind chimes were so beautiful at night, emitting a little blue light from time to time. The next morning, when I was sleeping, the wind chimes rang and woke me up. I thought he was back, so I ran over happily. When I opened the door, I was inevitably disappointed. After returning to the room, I sat on the chair and saw the wind chime blowing through the window. It swayed slowly in the wind and made a "ding." "At this moment, I thought that he must be thinking of me in the distance. In this way, the wind chimes began to blend into my life.

Every morning, it is the wind chimes that wake me up. When I open my eyes, I What I saw was also a wind chime. When I went to school, I used to hang it on the zipper of my schoolbag. When I took a step, it would ring, as if he was talking to me next to me. After I got home from school, I would open my schoolbag immediately. I took out the wind chime, stood on the steps in front of the door, and hung it under the eaves. I kept looking at it, and when I wanted to talk to it, I picked it up and shook it, feeling that it was smiling at me.

The wind chime not only accompanied me through happy times, but also often reminded me not to forget to do my homework.

Once I got home, I hung up the wind chime and went back to the house to watch TV. After a while, the wind chime rang. At first I thought it was the phone ringing, but when I picked up the phone there was no sound, and when I was about to go out, the sound rang again. Later I realized it was the wind. The bell rang, so I picked up my homework and started writing. The wind chime looked at me quietly under the eaves. I smiled at it and continued to write.

The wind chime has been integrated into my life. , stays with me like him every day, wakes me up every morning to go to school together, and urges me to do my homework every afternoon.

When I am lonely, I use my hands. Holding the wind chime, I stared at it blankly, and accidentally opened a button on the top of the wind chime. There was a note inside, which read: "May our friendship continue to ring like the sound of this wind chime." "I held the wind chime tightly and was about to cry with excitement.

"Dingling bells..." The wind chimes rang again. My distant friend, are you missing me too? Essay on Ringing Ringing 5

As a communication tool, mobile phones allow us to make unlimited calls anytime and anywhere. Mobile phones make our lives more convenient and faster, and also make our lives colorful and interesting. But as primary school students, we go to school Can I bring a mobile phone? What will the mobile phone bring to us? Now I will talk about the "ringtone incident" in our class.

In Chinese language class on Tuesday afternoon, we listened attentively to Teacher Chen's lecture as usual. Suddenly, a burst of "di di di, di di di..." bells rang, interrupting the teacher's speech and interrupting the teacher's speech. I pulled back while I was wandering. I didn't know which "child's shoes" phone was ringing, and an ominous premonition flashed through my mind: That guy's phone must have been confiscated by the teacher. I turned around to see who had won the "first prize", oh, it turned out to be Yu Peng. I saw that his face was earth-colored, red and white for a while, and he looked so uneasy. I guess he must be praying in his heart at this moment: Old man Oh God, God, Guanyin Bodhisattva, please save me, don’t let the teacher punish me?

We all looked at Teacher Chen quietly, thinking that the teacher was going to confiscate it. She walked over and took Yu Peng's mobile phone in her hand and said: "Due to the demolition, some parents are worried about their children's safety, so they bring their mobile phones to school for the convenience of contact, but the ringtone of the mobile phone must be turned off so as not to affect everyone's class. Today we will write an essay on this topic." After fiddling with it for a few times, he returned the phone to Yu Peng. It turned out that the teacher turned off the sound for him. This result is so unexpected! Haha, praise our kind teacher!

Because the teacher’s extrajudicial kindness to Yu Peng made all our classmates write essays with him. It’s hard work. . When the teacher asked Yu Peng to tell his speech, "You are my little apple, I can never love you too much" the bell rang again.