It's the first time to write a composition in calligraphy, 600 words, and it's the first time to write calligraphy.
Today is a sunny day in Wan Li. I came to the classroom of writing class. The first time I walked into this classroom, I was surrounded by strange eyes. I found a seat. To this day, I still think ...
Another afternoon, I came to this classroom again, surrounded by bright smiles, which made me feel particularly warm.
I used to write with a pen, but today the teacher asked me to write with a brush. The teacher taught me the posture of holding the brush first, and then I drew a grid with the brush. I'm so happy to finally draw it. I just had a short rest when a huge task fell on my immature shoulder-writing works. Oh, I wrote before I even learned to draw. What should I do? You have to write if you don't write, and you have to write if you write. In short, stick to it.
Speaking of writing brushes, I think that my grandfather has a set of writing brushes! So I quickly asked my mother to take it back and open it. Everything in it is complete, but I still have to buy paper and ink. My mother bought me paper and ink that day when she saw that I especially like writing brush. I wrote carefully, stroke by stroke. I don't know when menstruation stood behind me and said admiringly, "Ah! How beautiful! Is this written by our Xinyu? " I looked up and said proudly, "I wrote it!" " "
I wrote five works in one breath. The first picture is "the article is eternal, and the gains and losses are well known." My mother saw it and praised it again and again. The last few pictures are getting better and better. Even the little gold tooth in my mouth "nodded"!
The teacher said that writing brush is a kind of fun, and writing brush is a kind of fun. In the future, I will work harder and harder, come on! Wang (surname)
The third grade composition, the first brush. Write in brush! The classroom is boiling, because this is the first time we have written in Chinese calligraphy.
I saw Mr. Wu walking onto the platform with a glass of water in his left hand and a brush in his right hand. At this time, the deskmate couldn't wait to dip in the ink and start writing. I also wrote a word "write".
Seeing that everyone was writing, Mr. Wu stepped down from the podium and began to patrol. She picked up a classmate's handwriting and asked us, "What do you think of the word' good'?" When everyone saw it, the students burst into laughter. The word "good" seems to be two words-female and child, regardless of details. "Don't laugh, look at what you wrote." The students all craned their necks, looked around and talked about it.
Mr. Wu stepped onto the platform, dipped his brush in clean water, and wrote the word "posture" on the blackboard, telling us: "When writing calligraphy, we should first pay attention to the posture of sitting and holding the pen ..." I held the pen according to Mr. Wu's posture and wrote the word "positive". But it's not well written. It looks like an earthworm horizontally and a curved stick vertically. I am anxious. Teacher Wu told us to be patient at first and write slowly one by one. He also taught me how to write, and I wrote dozens of "positive" words. Although there is still a big gap from Mr. Wu's requirements, I feel that I have made great progress.
When the bell rang, Teacher Wu said, "Students, look at each other. Who is the cleanest? " Looking around, we all burst out laughing. We see ink on our hands, faces and clothes. They are almost painters.
In my memory, there are many things in the 600-word composition "Writing with a brush for the first time" in grade six, the most unforgettable of which is my first writing with a brush. When I was 8 years old, my father enrolled me in a calligraphy class.
Just entering the door, at first glance, the brush and ink were neatly placed on the table. I can't wait to run into the calligraphy classroom and smell a thick ink fragrance.
When I started writing, the teacher taught me to write the word "one" first, and I thought to myself: Ah! The word "one" is too simple. I can pass the test by writing one word, but things are not as simple as I thought. I grabbed a brush and got a lot of black ink. My poems were full of enthusiasm. I shook my head and said, "reading is broken, and writing is like a god!" "
Just when I was narcissistic, I didn't expect a drop of ink on the brush to drop on the milky yellow rice paper. "Oh, no! I cried. The teacher came over, took a look at my "masterpiece" and frowned and said, "What's the matter, don't you know that the brush can't be dipped in too much ink?" "Ah-"I looked down in dismay. I changed a piece of paper. This time, I gently dipped in a little ink, carefully put the brush upright, and I was so angry that I hung my wrist and gently put pen to paper, and the pen tip fell on the rice paper. I steadied my mind and moved my wrist gently. A thick zigzag word "one" appeared on the rice paper. "Alas, it's so ugly! "When the teacher heard my words, he smiled and said to me," Nothing. It will happen the first time. Wrist strength should be even, light and heavy. This time I will hold your hand and write, and the pen should be heavy! "As the teacher said, he increased the strength of his right hand." Be light in the future. This is the writing of official script! "I feel that the teacher's strength is weakening bit by bit. At this time, my palms are already sweating. This time, with the help of the teacher, I wrote much better than the word "one" just now I practiced a few words of "one" by myself, and the more I wrote, the more I felt.
Learning calligraphy seems so simple, but actually writing is very difficult, just like Leonardo da Vinci painting an egg. However, as long as you persist, you will succeed.
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Please write a composition on the topic of "There will be another time", about 800 words! Next time.
In the hot sun, basketball hurts when it hits the ground. He skillfully carried the ball and gradually approached me. At the moment of eye contact, I saw the confidence he had never had before.
Will I win this time?
Turn around, lean back, jump shot, the basketball draws a perfect arc in the hot air and slides into the basket quietly. I just looked at the basket, "what? How is it possible? " I clenched my fist.
I held the ball carefully for fear that it would be taken away by him. I squeezed through under his tight defense. He seems to be careless, but he never gives in. Finally, he entered the three-second zone. I turned around and hooked the hand. The ball flew out of my palm and was caught by the other palm when it approached the basket. It was simple and powerful.
The same playground, the same sunshine, the same people, the same ball, the same opponent, I have completed countless blocked shots and steals, and I have seen his depressed expression and lonely eyes countless times, but this time, the reality dragged me out of my memory, and his arrogant expression and confident eyes are in front of me.
Unwilling, I picked up the ball, broke through again, made a layup, and the ball turned several times under the basket and slipped out again. He held the ball in one hand: "You lost." I looked at him in surprise, sweating from my temples. "Why? How is it possible? " I still clearly remember the last time, how did these three words come out of my mouth so quickly? ...
Memory flashed such a picture, he was holding the ball in the sunset, kept running, made countless layups, and he kept breathing in the afterglow of the sunset at dusk. ...
Once, he said to me countless times, "I will definitely hit you next time." Such words used to flash in my mind, but now they are endless and hurt my heart.
He used to be just my loser. He practiced again and again, eager for the next time. I don't know how much sweat and tears he paid for this time. But after so many failures, he believes that there will be a next belief that makes him proud and successful today.
After a little thinking, I smiled and shook hands with him, full of admiration and admiration for him. Success and failure always change roles again and again in the competition. The belief and persistence of "there will be a next time" can make losers see the dawn before dawn and gain success after struggle and experience.
Next time, I will definitely win! At sunset, I continued to dribble, run and lay up. ...
Write a composition (about 450 words) on the topic of "taking children for the first time". A person's life is like a play. It's true and false, and it's hard to distinguish between true and false. Just like a movie, it has a leading role and a supporting role, but what is your life like? We live in pain and happiness every day, and no one knows what the next step in life is. Like a box of chocolates, no one knows what it tastes like until you eat it. each
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A person's life is like a play, true and false, true and false, just like a movie, with a leading role and a supporting role, but what is your life like? We live in pain and happiness every day, and no one knows what the next step in life is. Like a box of chocolates, no one knows what it tastes like until you eat it. each
It's good to write a composition of about 200 words on the topic of "It's good to be the first time"
In your life, you have had countless firsts, so what about the other firsts? They are waiting for you to find them. "It's good to be the first time ..." I couldn't help shouting at my heart. ...
I remember it was a school sports meeting. Because I was fat and energetic, my teacher sent me to the fifth grade shot put competition. I was still young at that time, and I didn't know who could take part in the shot put. I looked at it and said, "Wow! They are all big fat people. " I suddenly felt ashamed because I was most afraid of being called fat. I met an annoying boy who smiled cunningly and said, "Fat man, you must throw it far!" " "At that time, my vanity and self-esteem made me leave the game scene. I hid aside and watched silently. I think it's been a long time. The teacher suddenly read to Class 5 (3) ××××, and I didn't say anything at first. The teacher read my name several times, but I didn't answer. Later, my classmates found me, so I had to walk slowly with my head down. The teacher asked me why I didn't answer, but I didn't say anything. A sense of inferiority has been sinking in my heart, and at the same time, my anger has begun to sprout. I picked up 6 kg of shot put, which was as light as before, but at that time I always felt that there was a huge stone weighing 1,000 kg on my angry heart. I thought to myself, what happened when people said I was fat? As long as I throw it far, no one dares to look down on me. So, I struggled to throw the ball out, "Wow! 6.4 meters. "The audience was in chaos." Too far! ""great! "The students all praised me with thumbs up, and even the students who said I was fat were dumbfounded. At that time, I voted for the first place in the women's first year of the year, and I was so happy that I was going crazy. Hum! Who told them to look down on me, hey hey! See what I can do! As long as I am a big man standing in front of their malicious classmates, everyone runs away in fear. This is my first time on stage to receive an award, and I am very excited. When the principal hung the gold medal around my neck, my inferiority complex turned into glory, and all the students in the audience cast admiring eyes on me. My heart is full of happiness and excitement. ...
"Hey, what are you doing there? Come down quickly. " The headmaster whispered to me. If I hadn't overcome my psychological barrier, I wouldn't be standing here now. Back in the classroom, I was still thinking about the first time I stood on the highest podium, and I overcame my inferiority complex for the first time. It feels so good!
Please write a 300-word composition about my findings.
Once, my favorite was the rain in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring rains moisten everything, autumn rains are romantic, and winter rains temper people's will. By contrast, I like thunderstorms in summer the least. Because it comes with great momentum, both thunder and lightning, people will be startled by it without any defense. ...
Rain is a gift from nature. Spring rain is hazy, summer rain is intense, autumn rain is lingering, and winter rain is bitter. In my opinion, they each have their own beauty.
Once, my favorite was the rain in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring rains moisten everything, autumn rains are romantic, and winter rains temper people's will. By contrast, I like thunderstorms in summer the least. Because it sounds huge, with both thunder and lightning, people will be surprised by it when they are unprepared.
But on that summer night, I changed my mind about thunderstorms. The first time I found a thunderstorm so beautiful-
That day, I was worried that my summer vacation travel plan would be cancelled. Bored, I sat at my desk, holding my head in one hand and looking at the sky. The white clouds in the sky are constantly changing, but I have no interest in enjoying them.
The innocence in August is a doll's face ―― it changes as soon as you say it, not to mention the deafening thunder and the flying wind. It's just a dark cloud, and I know it indicates a thunderstorm.
When white lightning like dead branches flashed across the sky, the world suddenly lit up, but then it darkened. White and yellow lightning, one after another, I watched greedily and never got tired of watching it. "Boom", thunder sounded, and it sounded like a thousand drunks shouting. In a short time, the prelude ended, and the raindrops as big as beans fell instantly and became a huge rain curtain. The rain drops on the eaves, splashing rain and fog, and the wind is blowing, which is very beautiful. Raindrops fell on the pond, causing waves. The coming of thunderstorm shocked me. It washed the ground and my heart. It suddenly dawned on me: why not travel? There are beautiful scenery everywhere! Ah! I first discovered that thunderstorms can be so beautiful!
Everything in the world is a masterpiece of nature. Let's love them and discover their beauty!
Write a composition of about 350 words for the first high jump. Today is the first day of the school sports meeting, and the high jump competition in the morning has already started. I came to the opposite side of the canteen early to watch the high jump.
The competition has started ... "Grade one 1 class, XXX." Ah! It's the turn of our class's "female general" to appear, and the exciting moment is about to begin.
The students gathered here immediately became active. In an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes turned to XX who was preparing to play. "Our female general is on the stage." I secretly cheered for her. The tall XX stood on the run-up line of the high jump, her hands rested on her hips, and carefully looked at which crossbar seemed to be in mid-air. At this time, the cheerleaders in our class are looking forward to it. Suddenly, XX took a deep breath, pushed his right foot back hard, and then rushed at the beam in small steps. I saw her run faster and faster. Suddenly, a brisk and powerful jump, her body jumped like a swallow, and a light turn flew past!
Suddenly, "Good!" "Good-!" A burst of applause and cheers are generated like spring thunder. The students jumped up and cried, cheering for her success. Before XX got off the platform, he was surrounded by my classmates. Congratulations to her in succession.
The results came out. Although XX didn't win the first prize, I believe she made great efforts and sweat. Even if it is the last place, it is also an exercise and a struggle.