At that time, the teacher chose the girls who participated in the sports meeting. When it came to the basketball game, the teacher asked us to stand up on our own initiative. Without thinking, I stood up and became a member of this sports meeting.
I usually practice well, and I don't get points, but on the day of the game, something went wrong. On the day of the game, I was ready to try. The students in front rushed out one by one, and it was my turn to be the last. I danced to cheer them on.
The boy across the street finally passed the ball to me. I tried my best to clap my basketball and recall what the teacher said. Everyone in the back is shouting "Come on", but I don't know who said "Hurry up! The ranking is planted in your hands! " I was shocked and the ball rolled out. I immediately ran to get the ball, and I didn't even wipe my head with sweat. Suddenly, a boy from another class knocked me down. I feel the burning pain in the whole province, but I only have one thought: we must defend our honor!
I struggled to get up, stumbled to pick up the ball and insisted on shooting at the finish line. But it's too late. We are the second from the bottom. My head hung feebly over my teammates' shoulders, burying my face in tears.
Back in the classroom, few people comforted me. Others blame me. Some people even said, "Why are you so stupid? It's your fault. If you can't, don't sign up! " Tears ran down my cheeks and I didn't want to say a word. But who knows, the body hurts, and the heart hurts more? The taste of sadness turned out to be so uncomfortable.
How can you see that beautiful rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Although the taste of sadness is unpleasant, if you want to taste the sweet taste, you must work hard! I hope I can see the rainbow soon!
What's the taste of a semi-propositional composition? It's always dull for two days, like a circle on a white paper, and it can't come out of this plane when it's dangling. I always feel that other people's lives are cubic, so I feel inferior. I have been looking for this thing to fill the gap in my life, but I hope it can be as light as cotton in a balloon.
Being alive is like a novel, but this novel has no theme. Sometimes when I walk in the street, I feel embarrassed. Autumn wind, fallen leaves and sunset are all very formatted things, so I will stop, search for novels in my memory and arrange what to do next. Either way, it's a failure.
So I decided to resist, saying that resisting fate is a bit exaggerated, and resisting is my helplessness. However, every punch you try your best seems to hit the inflatable rubber boat, which is unfair and useless, and your hand will not hurt, even if you play video games. I can't help asking myself: "Why does every game have a fixed story?" So I did something I shouldn't have done. But I asked people around me and found that someone had already done it. So I told myself that life is a cup of boiled water, but you can't make it salty with salt. Maybe when you pour a ton of salt, you find that life is actually a freshwater lake. Then it tends to calm down. I kept telling myself, "Look, everyone around you is alive, but not all of them are tasteless." Therefore, I try to find my own fun. Have fun, but do people live for fun? I asked myself again. I really don't understand.
Yes, maybe my life is boring. But there should always be ripples on the surface of life. I kept throwing stones into it, and when I was happy, I found that the glass of water was almost gone. I stopped. Staring at the stone in my hand, I asked myself again, "vote or not."
To be or not to be, this is not always. Just like a train, you can drive it around the world, but you can't drive it on the main road!
Perhaps, it is not that life is boring, but that my taste is not sensitive enough; Perhaps, it's not that my taste is not sensitive enough, but this itself, and this helplessness is the taste of life! Maybe I'm just a circle on the plane. I tried to jump out of the plane, but failed. Maybe I didn't exist when I came out. "But" I asked myself for the last time, "Can the circle in the solid roll out of this space?"
I can definitely answer myself: "No."
So I picked up this glass of water and gulped it down. I didn't taste it, but I felt it slide down my throat.
You will find it colorful.
What is what smell? What is happiness? Happiness is a sweater knitted by your mother, beautiful and warm; Happiness is the quilt that dad covers for you, which is comfortable and warm; Happiness is a story told by grandpa, wonderful and warm ... I think happiness is in every bit of our life.
In order to consolidate my English level, my family enrolled me in English remedial classes in the past two years. Every weekend, I get up early in the morning, eat breakfast cooked by my family in a hurry, go to class by bus at home, and come back by bus after class.
One Saturday morning, as usual, I finished class and walked out of the classroom with my bag on my back. When I came to the door, a cold wind with snowflakes hit my face like a knife. I couldn't help sneezing. "Ah! It's so cold! " Looking up, I saw the sky overcast and catkin-like snowflakes flying all over the sky. Houses and trees in the distance, cars nearby and the ground are covered with a thin "goose blanket". I helped my hat, tightened my collar and walked step by step to the bus stop sign.
Students who come to class together are either picked up by their families or left by bike. 10, 10: 20, 10: 30, a minute passed, and the children waiting for the bus with me got on the bus one by one, but the bus I wanted to take didn't arrive. I stood under the bus booth, my face was frozen by the cold wind, and the cold snow drifted into my neck collar from time to time, and my cold nose began to drip down my nostrils. I walked anxiously, looking in the direction of the traffic coming from time to time. Snowflakes are still flying all over the sky, there are vehicles and pedestrians in a hurry on the road, and the vehicle I want to take still hasn't appeared, and my heart has been cursing! Damn weather, damn car, you're freezing me to death! Tears gradually blurred my eyes. ...
Just when I was desperate, there was a sudden beep. I looked up and saw a familiar figure in front of me. He is wearing a poncho and riding an electric car. Thick snow piled on his chest, his glasses were full of water vapor, and his face was as cold as an apple.
He rolled over and got off the bus, dusted off the snow and shouted, "Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dad is coming to pick you up! Hurry home! " In an instant, a warm current welled up in my heart. I grabbed a piece of driftwood like a drowning man, and I ran to my father like a long drought. On the car seat, I plunged into my father's poncho and hugged my father's waist, just like a frightened chicken hiding under my mother's wings on a rainy day. "Unit to work overtime, just finished. I'm afraid you can't wait for the car, so run! " Dad said guiltily while riding a bike. "It's okay! I am not cold! " Tears blurred my eyes again.
The cold wind blows hard and the snowflakes swish down, but I am immersed in happiness and warmth. ...
Happiness is invisible, but it makes us feel infinite happiness. As warm and comfortable as the sunshine in spring. The moment my father picked me up in the cold wind and blizzard was the happiness I experienced.
What is the taste of semi-propositional composition? 4 Life is full of ups and downs, and what makes me unforgettable is sweetness.
It was the final exam of grade three. I got the first place in the Chinese exam, and my total score was in the top ten of the class. I came home with a test paper and happily announced: "Mom and Dad, I announce that your son has got the top ten in the class and won the first place in Chinese!" " "At that time, mom and dad were shocked, and dad said in surprise," I can't believe my ears. Our son succeeded! Dad smiled and said, "Son, you dream of owning a watch. Dad will buy you a good one. You can buy anything you want as long as you study hard. " After listening to my father's words, I jumped up happily and my heart was sweet.
Another time, it was the last class of my workshop class at the Youth Activity Center. In this class, excellent student awards will be awarded. My heart is pounding and I don't know if I can win the prize. When Mr. Shu called my name, I didn't believe my ears. I won the prize and gave it to my father when I got home. Father said, "Yes, it's valuable. I'll take you to eat mutton skewers today. " After listening, I jumped up happily again.
Studying hard and getting good grades make me feel very sweet. In my spare time, I close my eyes and enjoy this sweet taste.
Semi-propositional composition 5 "What is the smell of power failure! What's wrong? "
"alas! Power failure again! "
In rural areas, power outages are inevitable, especially in hot summer, which is particularly annoying. No, the power went out again.
Once in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a "hot devil" and I shouted, "Who turned off the electric fan? It's too hot. " So I took the remote control in my hand and pressed it hard, but the electric fan still stood there motionless. I turned on the light at once, but there was no response. Only then did I realize that the power was out. In desperation, I waved the fan with one hand and followed it with the other. I managed to get through the day, but there was still no electricity.
The power outage is really bad, so I can't watch TV, fan or cook ... Alas! I can't do anything. What a bore! I really don't know how our ancestors came through the slow songs of five thousand years.
The smell of electricity is really unpleasant, which brings a lot of inconvenience to our life, but it saves us a lot of electricity in China. If everyone saves 1 kwh, China can save 65.438+300 million kwh; If everyone in Asia saves 1 kwh, it will be 3 billion kwh, and if people all over the world save 1 kwh, it will be an astronomical figure. Saving should start from bit by bit, whether it is water, electricity, gas and other resources, we must save. Start with small things and make the earth less polluted and more beautiful.
In short, from now on, we should save electricity. Because "honor, shame."
What's that smell? A bottle of yogurt is opened, and time goes back in the sour and sweet. ...
ferment
After junior high school, I have changed. I began to have growing pains, I began to care about my grades, and I began to care about my teacher's evaluation. What is acid? Acid is the feeling that troubles can't be alleviated, acid is the feeling that grades can't reach the goal, and acid is the feeling that teachers don't give me affirmation. But I know I must learn to be strong, so I keep telling myself that one day I will ride the wind and waves! I learned to eliminate my troubles with happiness, achieve my goals with diligence, and exchange discipline for affirmation. Acid makes me happy and makes me diligent. I want to thank the acid for everything!
sweet
Stepping into youth, I became more cautious. I captured the care of my parents, the sincerity of my friends and the encouragement of my teachers. What is sweet? Sweetness is the feeling of being cared for by parents, supported by friends and praised by teachers. But I know that I can't be too selfish, and I must repay them. So I learned to honor my parents, I learned to care about my friends, and I learned to study hard. Sweet makes me filial and sincere. I want to thank sweets for everything!
Sweet and sour fusion
Sour and sweet is the taste I experienced on the road of growing up. Acid can temper my will, and sweetness can inspire me to keep working hard. My youth is full of ups and downs, and the combination of ups and downs has made me happy, hardworking, respectful parents, sincere friends and respected teachers. All these things are ups and downs, given to me by youth, and I will cherish them forever!
There are sour, sweet, sour and sweet, and every point is the taste of youth. I like to experience it myself. This is my youth!
Back to the present, I want to say loudly: "Youth is like this, ups and downs, failure and success!" " ! I just want my sweet and sour youth! "
On the seventh day after dawn, I sat by the window, looking at the morning mist outside the window, holding a cup of coffee and grinding the time carefully. The fog is filled, followed by the unique taste of coffee, which stirs my thoughts and makes me sleepy instantly.
I vaguely remember the first time I tasted coffee, and when I picked up the milk fat Macchiato and drank it off, all I felt was bitterness, bitterness from my mouth to my throat, and only caramel with strong graininess brought me a little sweetness. As far as I can remember, the taste of coffee is not as warm as honey grapefruit tea's, as sweet as bubble tea, and as exciting as blue Margaret. It's just a cup of milk-colored brown drink, plain and light.
Slowly, slowly, the heart became iron. I can force myself to swallow it with the bitterest espresso. Layer by layer, layers of bitterness encroached on all my taste buds, but after strong bitterness, it was accompanied by a gentle and shallow sweetness. It is a taste feast that can be engraved into your mind. Endless night, love spins on the tip of the tongue, and the taste tempts you to enjoy the peace of that moment. Looking at the lights, neon lights, and rows of tall buildings, you can still return to the truth and quietly understand life. The dim light casts an elegant color on everything, and shadows are everywhere. Listening to European and American folk songs, shaking the coffee cup slightly, feeling the interweaving of tranquility and beauty. Does coffee love taste buds or fingers love coffee cups?
Later, I gradually like to walk in the sun and let coffee accompany me to travel. I can sit on the awning boat in Venice, listen to the ancient songs of the old boatman and watch the arch bridge jump into my sight, but I am surprised to find a hole behind it. Holding matcha coffee, let its fresh and pure taste ripple on my lips. I can stop and go by the Seine River, feel the people coming and going in modern cities, lean against the railings alone, experience the quiet years, hold a cup of mocha and experience the fragrant and silky temptation it brings me. I can walk in the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, wander in the streets of ancient towns, pick up cappuccino, and enjoy the perfect fusion of milk and coffee with beautiful scenery. With the smell of my love, I walk between heaven and earth, as free as a dream. I can run and jump, sing loudly, and make my courage warm to boiling. I am no longer a lonely soul.
With the rich aroma of coffee, my life has changed from bitter to sweet, which makes me believe that there will be a sweetness behind the bitterness. The sourest tears and the sweetest smiles melt in this cup of coffee in front of you and go through an eternal and wonderful process.
The sun shines on the coffee, giving off a warm and clear spot. I'll take a sip. It's a long-lost sweetness that lingers in my heart for a long time.
Experience is mellow and the years are quiet.
What is the taste of semi-propositional composition? 8 On the road of life, all kinds of things happen around us. Joy, sadness, disappointment and so on, and just a few days ago, I tasted the taste of being misunderstood by my good friends.
One night, I was studying hard when the phone rang in my ear. I hurried to pick it up, only to hear a truly reprimand angrily to:
"Hu, did you change my WeChat password? How can you do this? "
A sentence from my classmate puzzled me. "What? What do you mean by changing your password? " I asked, puzzled.
"Cut, don't pretend, a WeChat I gave you a few days ago, why can't I get on today?"
"This is not my change! I haven't fucked it since you gave it to me! How can I change your WeChat? "
"Hum! Don't pretend, your trust has completely dropped to zero! " With the excited words of his classmates, he hung up the phone.
"This, why is this? Why did you reunite ... I didn't touch his WeChat at all! " I can't be calm for a long time. After the study, I lay quietly alone, feeling like a thread in my heart. It was very uncomfortable and I fell asleep in sadness.
The next day, when I came to school, he shouted at me, "How could you do such a thing? You are still my good friend! " "Listening to his words like giving up my heart, my eyes involuntarily moistened.
In the evening, I called him and explained the whole process to him. He immediately realized the misunderstanding of me these two days and sincerely apologized to me.
When I got to school, he apologized to me in person, which made me very moved. From then on, we are still best friends.
After this incident, I understand that misunderstandings will inevitably occur in the process of getting along with my classmates, but before I know the truth, I must not jump to conclusions so as not to cause unnecessary harm to other students. Moreover, I really realized the taste of being misunderstood. It hurts to be misunderstood!
Everyone will experience growth, but who can tell what growth is like? If you can't say it, just listen to my description.
When I was six years old, my father sent me to a soft pen calligraphy class to learn to write Chinese calligraphy. Our calligraphy teacher, an amiable female teacher, seriously explained the method of holding a pen and how to carry it before the stage, and sometimes came down to hold our hands for demonstration. I've been listening carefully and finally started writing. I excitedly picked up the pen, wetted it with water like a teacher, and then pinched the nib with my hand. Carefully dipped in ink, I couldn't wait to write on white paper, but I got off to a bad start. I am either as heavy as a tadpole or as light as an earthworm, and I can't write the beauty of China's calligraphy. I wrote patiently over and over again, but I couldn't find the feeling. Then the teacher came over and took my hand and wrote a few words on the paper "Where there is a will, there is a way". Although I didn't understand it at that time, I also understood that the teacher wanted me to practice calligraphy persistently. Later, under the careful teaching of the teacher, I gradually wrote tall and straight words ... so I was praised by many elders.
In my memory, the taste of growing up is sweet, but as the saying goes, no pains, no gains. Only by overcoming difficulties and growing up can we taste the sweetness of growth. what do you think?
Half-proposition composition 10 What's the taste? There are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty in the seasoning bottle, and so is life. There are bitter things, happy things and painful things. There is one thing that I remember vividly and made me feel sad.
I remember one Friday afternoon, I rushed out of the school gate happily with my final exam paper. At this time, I found my father waiting at the school gate, and I thought, "I can show my glorious record to my father." "I was thinking, suddenly, an idea crossed my mind." Will something bad happen? Dad never picks me up! "Anyway, I rushed to my father, and his words stuck in my heart like a knife." There was an unfortunate car accident when your mother came to pick you up. Go to the hospital quickly. "I was very surprised." Is it true?/You don't say. "I asked again, and my father choked:" Is it true? " I fought back my tears and walked to the hospital.
When we arrived at the hospital, my father and I went to the door of my mother's ward. I think the white walls and sheets in the hospital are scary.
When I entered the room, my mother was lying in bed. I can't bear it any longer. My tears flowed down like spring water. I lay in my mother's bed, tears streaming down my face. After a while, a nurse said, "Your mother's injury is not too serious, but she can't take care of herself for the time being." Hearing this, my tears stopped a little. I swear, I must take good care of my mother and let her recover soon.
Later, I recalled this incident, which made me feel sad. Although those days were not easy, he made me feel responsible and taught me how to take care of my mother and repay my kindness.
Everyone wants to taste the taste of success, so do I, because I think the taste of success is sweet and beautiful, which can give me courage and let me work hard!
In primary school, all my friends in the community rode bicycles, but I couldn't. I really envy them when I see them playing and chasing together in the yard and riding bicycles in the square. I hope I can chase like the wind like them!
So I asked my mother to help me learn to ride a bike. In which days, I don't know how many somersaults I fell and how many injuries I suffered on my legs. Whenever I am so tired that I want to give up, I will see the children laughing in my mind, so I will sit in the car seat and continue practicing until the sun goes down.
Hard work pays off! After a week of practice, I finally learned to ride a bike. When I rode with them for the first time, my heart was full of joy! Very excited!
I worked hard for this success, but I succeeded, and I tasted the taste of success-cool!
Another time, my desk lamp was broken, my father was not at home, and my mother was worried. So, I acted as the backbone of the family, personally turned on the desk lamp and found that one of the wires inside was broken. I grabbed them, wrapped the bare wires with tape, turned on the switch, and the light came on. I am extremely happy and a sense of pride arises spontaneously.
Success requires brains. I repaired the desk lamp and tasted success-pride.
In the second day of junior high school, I began to study nervously. Seeing that my classmates are studying hard, I work harder. Review, preview and practice when you get home. At the end of the semester, my grades improved significantly. My heart is full of joy.
Hard work will lead to success. I got good grades and tasted the taste of success-joy.
Of course, success tastes delicious, but it also requires sweat. Only by paying will I succeed, so I will try my best to taste the taste of success!
Semi-propositional composition 12 growth is accompanied by a person's life. There is a smile, pain, indifference, and more ups and downs!
I am the happiest in Class One, Grade Seven. No matter what competition we hold, the first place is our class. I remember once, our school held an annual sports meeting. Everyone in our class is gearing up, waiting to win glory for our class. This round of tug-of-war competition kicked off on the playground with great momentum. Class two stands on the left and our class stands on the right. Everyone used breast-feeding, but Wang Leyan of Class Two didn't work hard at all, and even helped our class. I thought to myself: He is so stupid that he wants to rebel in Class Two. This is a real good friend! Haha laughter ... the first place must be in our class. At this time, a feeling of happiness welled up in my mind. Seeing this situation, we are more confident. We completely overwhelmed them in momentum. Our class won the first game.
In the second game, the troublemaker of Class Two has been taught a lesson by the monitor of Class Two, so it's time to stop making trouble. That's not important. We are full of confidence and go all out, even risking our lives for the honor of our class. This time we pulled hard, and Class Two finally lost to our invincible Class One. I'm so happy.
In the third game, we had the first two heart-to-heart games. Almost all the students in Class Two are very depressed with their heads down. In this game, we are sure to make Class Two angry. There is no doubt that our class won the final victory. The sports meeting ended with applause, and we returned to the class with a happy mood.
That kind of happiness tastes great. Have you ever experienced this kind of happiness?
When I got off the bus, I ran to school in three steps and two steps. "Report!" The teacher gave me a disdainful look and asked, "Class starts at two o'clock. Why did you arrive at two o'clock? "
"Because …" I don't know how to explain to the teacher why I am late.
"Because ... the bus ..." I want to tell the teacher the reason for being late, but I think it seems a bit inappropriate. Therefore, as soon as I talked about it, I hesitated and was speechless. The more so, the more disgusted the teacher is. As soon as I said the word "bus", the teacher interrupted me impatiently and shouted at me. "Didn't catch the bus, right? Why don't you wait for the bus earlier? Can this be used as an excuse for being late? Thanks to your words. If everyone is like you, one is late today and the other is late tomorrow, can I still go to class? In addition, I stressed yesterday that I can't be late for class. You are late today, because you want to go against me, right? Then stand at the door. "
After that, the teacher just gave lectures and never looked at me again. Full of grievances, I had to stand in front of the classroom obediently, and the scene that just happened on the bus kept churning in my mind.
On the way to school by bus, someone wants to get off. That is an old woman in her sixties. Her white hair is like frost, her face is wrinkled, and her eyes are deep, but she looks bright. She shouted "Master, stop the car" and bent down to get a bag under the seat, but her waist seemed bent and she didn't touch any bag for a long time. The driver was impatient and urged; "Hurry up, hurry up."
I couldn't stand it, so I got up and left my seat and came to grandma and said; "Grandma, I'll get it for you. Before grandma knew it, I helped her take the bag out from under the seat. I don't know what it is. It feels heavy in my hand.
In this way, I have no choice but to take the next bus. Although I tried my best to make up for the lost time, I was still one minute late and was finally sent out of the classroom by the teacher. But ... I have no regrets. If there is a next time, I'd rather be a minute late.
What is a semi-propositional composition article 14 Taste is a feeling, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, and everything is available. Sour and scary; Sweet, always makes people happy; Bitter, everyone doesn't have to; Spicy, the tip of your tongue will still feel numb after drinking water.
Let me tell you my grievance. That time, I was beaten by my father. Obviously, I'm right, but why is dad so bad that he hits me for no reason?
That day, my father promised me and my brother to play in the playground opposite my home. My brother and I danced and danced happily. I looked at the clock, it was still early, so I went down to play for a while.
Next, I will climb trees and play football with my friends. But the excitement of going to the playground never stopped, and I cried from time to time while playing. I feel the weather is clearer today, and the lotus is smiling at me. Although I have been to that playground several times, this time my father took me there, which is the first time.
When I got home, I couldn't see my father's shadow, so I went to ask my grandmother where her father had gone. Grandma said, "I'm coming out. I don't know where I went. " At that moment, I was desperate and ran into my room, holding my little cloth monkey and crying.
In the evening, when my father came back, I crossed my waist and asked him, "Why don't you take me to the playground?" Dad got drunk, kicked me and kept hitting me.
This time, I felt wronged. Also tasted the taste of tears in bed, it is a salty taste, in my heart, it is a taste of injustice!
Half-proposition composition 15 What's the smell? After a summer vacation, I actually gained 3 pounds! So, I decided to run with my mother every day so that I could lose weight as soon as possible.
On the first day, my mother and I decided to run around the community twice. "I'll let you run for ten seconds and run twice to see who wins." Mom said with a smile. "Mom is over 30 years old, certainly not as flexible as me. She also asked me to run for ten seconds first, and I will definitely win. " I was full of confidence and rushed forward quickly. I kept looking back at my mother, only to see that she had just started, and I left her far away.
A circle passed, and the sun became hotter and hotter, which made me sweat all over. My steps gradually slowed down and my feet became heavier and heavier like lead. At this moment, I looked back and saw my mother close to me. I tried my best, sprinted with all my strength, and finally won the game with half a body position. Well, if mom doesn't let me have ten seconds, I lose. Come on, exercise, fatty!
In this way, for several days, my mother and I ran twice a day. My mother always arranges different routes carefully, which makes me feel fresh all the time during running. There are two new trees planted near the entrance of the community, and there is a big white goose in the garden of a family in the third building 1 building ... I suddenly found that running can not only make me lose weight, enhance my willpower, but also unconsciously narrow the distance between me and my surrounding life.
After a few days, I wonder if I have lost weight. Anyway, my steps are getting lighter and lighter I fell in love with running!