1. Write an essay with the title "Weekend"
Looking forward to, looking forward to, finally looking forward to the weekend. I thought that after finishing my homework, I could play football with my classmates for a while. Unexpectedly... I finished the homework assigned by the teacher seriously, and just wanted to go out and ask some classmates to play football for a while. I saw my mother, who was watching a TV series just now, standing at the door of the study. She seemed to have read through my thoughts. She said with a sullen face and a loud voice: "Why, you want to go out to play football again. What grade are you in now?" "I am no longer a first- or second-year student, please finish Chinese,
>; Chinese, and mathematics at the same time!" After receiving the "imperial order", I had to take out four Chinese and mathematics books from the bookshelf. I started working on each book one by one... At noon, I finally finished the homework assigned by my mother. After dinner, I received a "military order" to go to Cambridge English School to learn public English. At four o'clock in the afternoon, get out of class finally ended, and I dragged my exhausted body back home. As soon as I entered the house, I heard my father say loudly: "You are about to participate in the math competition. Let me tell you some thinking questions!" I had no choice but to listen to the thinking questions. It was six o'clock in the evening, and I thought I could watch cartoons for a while to relax my mind. But my mother wanted me to read it as a clerk. Dad, Mom, I know you hope that I will become a talented person soon, but at least give us some freedom! I study like this day and night, and my brain is dizzy. This not only affects my vision, but also reduces my learning efficiency. How can my grades be improved? This is not good for my growth! 2. Write a weekly diary on the topic of the weekend
Happy Sunday_350 words
If someone asked me: "Which day of the week do you like best?" I would not hesitate. Tell him hesitantly: "I like Sunday best."
The reason is: the weekend homework is basically all completed by Sunday, and the time of this day belongs to me and can be freely used. This feeling is difficult to have in the other six days. I seem to have become a millionaire, with millions of dollars at my disposal.
During this day, I will mainly make three arrangements: First, I will take a nap. On normal days, I always get up at 7 o'clock. On Sundays, I will Sleeping until 9 o'clock, sweeping away the fatigue of the week. Secondly, I will read my favorite extracurricular books - "Insects", "Black Cat Sheriff", "Primary School Students' Composition"... to increase my knowledge and broaden my horizons. Finally, I will find my good friends and play with our favorite toys with them, running and playing games to our heart's content. Make your life colorful and full of interest.
Dad said: One piece and one piece of relaxation is the way of civility and martial arts. Yes, only by combining work with rest and being relaxed can we make life not boring or dull, and can we devote ourselves to the intense study of the next week with full passion and high morale.
1Happy Sunday_400 words
Every Sunday is my favorite day. Because today I can eat hot pot that I usually don’t have time to make.
First cut the vegetables, including potatoes, lettuce, and tofu, and then adjust the sesame sauce you want to eat; finally, heat the water in the hot pot. Then you can have hot pot.
I can’t help with anything else, but I can help with the adjustable sauce. So I said to my father and mother: "I'll make the sauce." My father also asked doubtfully: "Are you good at it?" I thought: You look down on people. He said, "It's just childish. Don't look down on me." Pouring the sesame paste went very smoothly, but when I poured the vinegar, I could only pour it bit by bit. I tried several methods but I was able to pour it all smoothly at once. . When my father saw it, he said, "Why didn't you even think of this? There is little air in the bottle, and it can only be poured out when there is more air. Can you just loosen the cap of the bottle? How did you take the nature class? ? ”
Oh, it turns out there is knowledge in pouring vinegar! It seems that we can no longer take every little thing as simple in the future, because every little thing has a certain scientific reason.
After mixing the sauce, I put some fresh potatoes, lettuce, cabbage... that my mother had cut and put on the plate and brought them to the table; then I put the delicious chicken, three-striped fish, The little fat beef... was brought to the table; finally, the vermicelli, tofu, etc. were brought to the table. After everything was OK, the family ate delicious hot pot and talked about family affairs and other trivial matters, which seemed particularly affectionate.
One Sunday passed with laughter, and I hope next Sunday will come soon.
1 Happy Sunday_200 words
Arbor Day is coming soon. On Sunday, my father, mother, sister and a few children went to plant trees together. Before we started planting trees, there were a lot of wild vegetables in an open field, so we went to dig them. I was digging wild vegetables with a shovel when an uncle came towards me. He said to me: "I picked up the shovel by mistake. One hand is in front and the other is behind. Step on the shovel with your feet and push it up." Mention it." He said while giving me a demonstration. I said: "I know, thank you uncle." I took the shovel and gave it a try. It was really good.
The tree planting started. I went to the administrator to get a sapling, and started digging holes, placing saplings, and filling the soil. When the soil was filled, the administrator said that he should step on it with his feet and enclose a hole with the soil to prevent water from running away when watering. After I did as the administrator asked, I went to fetch water and water it. The small tree has been planted. I hope that the small tree will grow well and not be destroyed by others.
I will plant trees here every year on Arbor Day to make my own contribution to environmental protection. 3. An essay on the theme of weekends
My weekends are sometimes very pleasant, sometimes very distressing.
On weekends, my parents sometimes take me shopping and flying kites; sometimes they take me to the library to read, go to the park to play, and take a walk. I was so happy then.
I can sing and eat cold drinks with my friends; I can read books, hide and seek, and race with them; I can also fly kites and play with the children. What makes me happiest is going to the amusement park.
At this time, I was like a little bird out of the cage, flying towards the "Pirate Ship". "Bumper Cars", "Rotating Cups" and "Scurrying Rats" are all my must-play items. , the thrilling feeling always makes me play like a man possessed and can't stop playing. However, I also have my moments of distress.
Every Saturday, I have to get up early to take English training classes. It’s so hard! On Saturday morning, when I was still enjoying the delicious roast suckling pig in my dream, I was awakened by my mother's "roar". My mother "cruelly" dragged me out of bed, "forced" me to quickly change my clothes, stuffed a piece of bread into my mouth, and rushed to the cram school in a hurry.
After coming back, there is still a lot of practice to do. I finally finished it, and just when I was about to take a breath, my mother was watching me practice the piano from behind again.
Oh, look, how tired I am! Weekends should be mainly about rest and leisure, but I have so many tasks to complete. I really wish my parents would take me out more often to let me relax and unwind from all the tension I've been feeling for a week.
In this way, I will learn more easily, freely and happily. 4. Requesting an essay on the topic of weekend, 600 words required
I am usually very busy, but I have to study this and that every weekend, and I have no time to do my homework.
I was very distressed last weekend. Originally, there was very little homework last week, and I thought it would be completed in a short time, so I went out to play with confidence. It was a rare and comfortable day, and I had a great time all afternoon and evening.
On Saturday morning and afternoon, I went to study painting and calligraphy with teachers outside the school. Time passed so fast, as if night had fallen in the blink of an eye. When I was doing my homework, my mother came into my room. When my mother came to her room, she announced very seriously: "You must go to bed at 9 o'clock tonight!" I asked reluctantly: "Why, my homework hasn't been completed yet?" Mom said with a straight face: "You still have to go to bed tomorrow?" You have to study for the Mathematical Olympiad, and you can't get up on time if you sleep late!" I had to "obey" and went to bed at 9 o'clock. I was still thinking about my homework in bed, and I had a dream that night. My homework has been completed. The next day, I got up on time, washed on time, and set off to the Mathematical Olympiad teacher on time. I could hear the knowledge the teacher taught. I seemed to understand it, but I didn't seem to understand it. The teacher asked us to move the matchsticks around, but I just couldn't figure out why we moved them this way instead of that way. The matchsticks moved around in my head and I felt dizzy. I suddenly envied going to kindergarten. My cousin Kun Kun must be running around downstairs playing hide-and-seek. He must have soiled his face again and must be scolded... The Mathematical Olympiad teacher announced that today’s class was over, and I ran back jumping. Home.
The afternoon was another happy afternoon. I didn't think of my homework until the evening, but it was already too late. I just started doing my homework when a familiar knock on the door rang. My mother came in with a stern face. Seeing that I had not finished my homework, my mother pointed to "Wen Hao's Study Plan" on the wall and said, "Look at our contract. This I haven't finished my homework yet, how should I be punished?" I lowered my head. I never dared to disobey my mother's "imperial order"! That night I was assigned ten more small words, and according to the "plan" "you can't write just one word, that word can't be a number, and you can't pick a simple word." I did my homework until 11 o'clock that night.
What a miserable weekend! 5. Write a narrative essay of no less than 450 words on the topic of the weekend.
After five days of intense study, another Sunday came. In the eyes of others, Sunday is pleasant and you can do what you like; but in my eyes, Sunday seems to be a disaster and it seems that it no longer belongs to me.
On Friday night, other children were happily watching TV with their parents by the TV. I was about to watch TV when my mother saw it and said: "The exam is about to come, you should do your homework quickly! Finish your homework before going to bed." My mother's words were like a needle piercing my heart, which made me very sad. , but "a mother's destiny cannot be violated"! I had no choice but to reluctantly open my homework book and start writing. I finally finished my Sunday homework. I looked at my watch and saw that "uncle" had already left for the day. I walked to my room in a daze and fell asleep.
At 6 o'clock the next day, when I was still wandering in my dream, "ding bell bell..." the damn alarm clock rang again. I had to get up and finish breakfast. When I was still about to fall asleep, my father said: "The exam is coming soon, and your weakness is mathematics. I bought you a book "Olympic Mathematics". You should finish it!" Although I was very reluctant, But I didn't say anything, because I knew that my father was doing it for my own good. I looked at the math exercises, and each exercise seemed to be an insurmountable peak. I scratched my head and scratched my ears, and my mind was spinning, so I had to write for another class. You know, 80% of these questions are mathematics competition questions.
In the afternoon, I thought I could have a good time. One afternoon. , however, my father's words completely made me despair: "Revise the "You Hequ" you originally wrote and then copy it on paper again, so that you can improve your composition." After hearing this, I was dejected and unlucky. ! You know, I wrote this essay on three and a half sheets of letter paper, with more than 700 words. I first revised it and then copied it on letter paper, which took me an afternoon.
Mom and Dad, I don’t want to be a monkey in the circus, just at the mercy of others. Please let me be an eagle soaring in the sky and fight the thousands of miles of sky freely! Mom and dad, give me back my Sunday! I want to be free! 6. Write an article on the topic of "Sunday"~
The Sunday I am looking forward to
Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by. Unknowingly, I have grown from a naive child into a handsome young man. "Little boy, no worries..." I looked at the essay question on the test paper: "The Sunday I'm looking forward to", but I couldn't write it for a long time. I secretly asked myself, what kind of Sunday are you looking forward to? I suddenly entered the time and space tunnel, letting my thoughts run like a wild horse in the "field".
When I was a child, every Sunday was my happiest and most fulfilling time. In spring, my grandparents and I went to the mountains to pick beans and wild strawberries. We picked mountain flowers and put them in our heads. We sang "I am a little singer in the mountains" loudly, and the soft singing rippled in the mountains; In summer, my grandparents and I collected mussels and conches on the rocks by the beach. The crashing waves brought my dreams to the other side of the sea. Sometimes, I could swim like a fish in the sea. Enjoy freedom; in autumn, my parents and I picked oranges and mulberries. The mulberries were sour and sweet, and filled my little bamboo basket with happiness; in winter, I was like a hibernating little field mouse, covering my head in the sun on Sunday morning. Under the warm quilt, he fell asleep soundly.
Recalling these, I have shed tears. "It's sixth grade, you have to hurry up!" "These are extraordinary times!" The teachers' teachings and the encouragement and expectations of my parents made me more and more nervous.
I locked myself in the study and immersed myself in studying. Looking at the test papers on the table and listening to the laughter outside, I felt a little sad. How I was looking forward to such a Sunday!
"Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, *** twist..." The sky is still slightly bright, and the dewdrops on the grass are still so crystal clear. Accompanied by the crisp songs of the birds, I have followed my parents. I exercised in the park, played Wuqinxi with my grandparents for a while, and then played Tai Chi with my dad who is a boxing fan. I learned it in a good way and felt very happy! Or it could be like this: riding dad’s motorcycle to Jihu Beach, facing the sea breeze, and screaming loudly. I squatted down, read the waves, the misty smoke, and listened to the cry of the sea. I opened my mind and breathed in the wind with strong fragrance of the sea. At this time, I felt like I was integrated into the broad mind of the sea. The morning mist gave my eyelashes a string of pearls and also gave me a happy mood for the day. In happiness, I walked into the study room, roamed in the sea of ??books, did homework, and did test questions. At noon, I hid in bed and slept soundly like a little pig. I got up and played the sonata. The lively rhythm and melodious sound of the piano made me intoxicated. Then I played "The Story of Lan Huahua", and I seemed to see Lan Huahua singing on the top of the mountain, the desolation and heaviness of forced marriage and the freedom. How beautiful is the joy! What a happy and fulfilling Sunday!
I really want to shout, let me have such a colorful Sunday again! 7. Composition on the topic of "weekends"
The warm sunshine shines on my bright mood, the gentle breeze blows on my bright face, everything is joyful, as if they are preparing for me to have a complete weekends. Happy!
It’s great to have weekends!
Finally, I could temporarily break away from the shackles of school, get rid of the teacher's endless instructions and strict "guarding", and I finally enjoyed the comfort and comfort of weekends.
In school life, we climb in the mountain of books and wander in the sea of ??questions every day. Tired of climbing and traveling, how we long for a loving hug with the weekend, calm down to adjust our mood, and relax our hard-working feet.
With weekends, I can roam the field roads and breathe the fresh air of the wild; I can enjoy the brilliant wild flowers in the spring fields; I can also do whatever I want and let my clumsy singing sound drift in the fields... …Of course, I will also write my homework neatly.
It’s great to have weekends! I can hold my beloved book and savor it slowly. I can plug in my headphones, hum a tune, sit under the tree and look at the charming scenery in the distance. Of course, I will also wash my clothes cleanly.
It’s great to have weekends! I can repair my broken mood, change my mentality to a new one, and devote myself to the next round of intense study. Having weekends does not mean that I will relax. On the contrary, I will invest more time and effort in learning.
Having weekends allows me to calm down and look back on the past, allowing me to discover my shortcomings and reflect deeply, allowing me to have a peaceful mind to meet new challenges.
Time flies so fast. This weekend has quietly left. Will the next weekend be far away? I will still be eagerly awaiting its arrival.
It’s great to have weekends! 8. It is best to write an essay with the title "What a great weekend", preferably within 400 words.
Today, the sun is shining, and it is another happy Sunday - go to Nanyandang Mountain for a sightseeing tour.
We chose to go in by taking a bamboo raft. As soon as our feet stepped onto the bamboo raft and our bodies shook slightly, the bamboo raft would swing and the water would overflow. I sat down very carefully, and the uncle holding the bamboo pole quickly pushed the bamboo pole away from the shore and headed towards the other side. Sitting on the bamboo raft, looking at the green mountains on both sides of the river and the crystal clear stream at my feet, I felt very comfortable.
Soon we arrived at the pier on the other side. There is a very old big maple tree on the edge of the pier, which acts like a big umbrella to protect tourists from the sun and rain. There are many ancient trees like this on the mountain, which are thick, tall and straight, like mighty warriors guarding the beautiful scenic spot. The stones of Nanyandang Mountain are not to be outdone, standing out suddenly among the green trees. Displayed to visitors in various shapes. We sightseeed all the way and admired the "Southeast Barrier", "Turtle and Python Meet", "Turtle Chasing Fish", "Golden Toad Viewing Flowers", "Yunguan", etc. We were full of praise for the vivid and strange rocks.
After swimming in the mountains, we went to play in the water. Along the quiet mountain road, we finally reached the "Meiyu Waterfall". From a distance, we first heard the sound of the waterfall, and then saw a sheet of white water pouring down from the mountain. It was very spectacular. Reminds me of a poem by Li Bai: "The stream is flying down three thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky." We walked quickly to the bottom of the waterfall, surrounded by mist. We excitedly played in the Meiyu Lake, holding bamboo rafts and shooting water guns. We had a great time.
This happy Sunday is very unforgettable for me. 9. Why did I write the essay for the topic that weekend?
I am a happy person
I am lively and cheerful, have a wide range of interests, love to make friends, and am willing to help others. I am full of good ideas about life. Longing. Because of this, I work hard for my ideals every day and live a fulfilling and happy life.
I love helping people. Whoever has difficulties, I will extend my warm hand. At the beginning of this semester, our school launched a donation event for Project Hope. I donated all the pocket money of 150 yuan that I had saved for three years and was reluctant to spend. My classmates asked me: "Why did you donate so much?" I said affectionately: "Every time I see those unfortunate peers, I cry, and I want to do something for them." I went home that day On the way, I felt particularly relaxed and happy!
I love music. Music can take away my troubles and is also a refuge from loneliness. My mother works in Lishui, and my father often travels for business. Sometimes I feel so distressed and lonely! At this time, I listen to music and dance. Hey! I entered a happy and magical world. All worries and loneliness are gone!
I love reading extracurricular books. "Reading a good book is like making a good friend." Reading can enrich our knowledge and expand our horizons. Whenever I have free time, I read extracurricular books. Teachers often praise my compositions, which are beautiful and lively; when I answer questions in class, I have broad ideas and amazing witty remarks. These all benefit from reading extracurricular books!
I love learning every lesson because they can give me knowledge, give me strength, and give me happiness. Therefore, I completed every assignment carefully, and my grades in every class were among the best.
Perhaps it is my love for life and my strong interest in all kinds of things that have created my good character. I am full of confidence in life, so I am happy and willing to bring happiness to everyone. 10. Write a 700-word essay on the topic of colorful weekends
This year, my life has passed 13 years. For many animals, 13 years should be a passing year, but for me, it is just a fleeting moment. But, this year, I will say goodbye to my childhood. So, on the occasion of bidding farewell to childhood, on the occasion of the last Children's Day of childhood, let me take a look at the colorful childhood in my memory.
Green
Teenagers are a dreamy age. In my dreams, I often push open the rusty door of my former residence, walk into the palm-sized courtyard, stand by the ivy-covered wall, and watch my past self sitting on the ground, watching with interest those people shouting. Flowers and plants without names. At that time, I was 8 years old, and I left my hometown with my parents to live in a small county town. Now, after moving to my hometown, I often squat on the grass, just like when I was a child, watching butterflies flying around among the flowers with my eyes wide open. I know that no matter whether it is flowers, butterflies or my former residence in front of me, I can never go back to the past, and there is no reason to be as innocent as before.
Blue
In the past, I went to the beach to play with my father. At that time, I was 9 years old. Seeing the sea for the first time in my life, I was stunned by the vast expanse of blue waves. Nearby, the waves crashed against the shore, making a sound. In the distance, there is the blue line of sea and sky. The sea shines golden in the midsummer sunshine. It reminds me of Lermontov's poem: "There is a clear blue stream below, with golden sunshine sprinkled on it." I ran on the beach under the scorching sun, but I didn't feel hot at all. Nowadays, my home is right by the seaside, and I can go to the beach to play at any time, but no matter what I do on the beach, I can no longer feel the happiness I had back then.
Withered yellow
For a child, experiencing life, separation and death is not that common. I remember that when I was 10 years old, my puppy that had been with me for ten years passed away. On the day the puppy was buried, I went there too.
I don’t remember if I cried, or even where I was buried. But I remember that the meadow was covered with withered yellow grass. A gust of wind blew by, attracting many yellow fallen leaves, which covered the ground with a blanket, and just like I did back then, I covered the sleeping puppy with a quilt.
White
Playing in the snow is the dream of many southern children. I have been fortunate enough to appreciate the beautiful dance of snowflakes in the air and experience the feeling of snowflakes falling on my hands. In the winter when I was 11 years old, I finally didn’t catch a cold at the turn of autumn and winter, and I could run with my companions on the silvery white land. We spent a day building a snowman. It is better to say that he is a snowman than a snow monster. Two eyes are one big and one small, one has a crooked nose, and is missing arms and legs. But we didn't care and happily gave him a name. The next day, when my companions and I went to visit the snowman, he disappeared and was replaced by flat snow. We all agreed that the snowman had followed Santa to the North Pole, even though it was still a month before Christmas.
How many colors are there in childhood? I can’t count them, but I can’t tell them all. But I am certain that they will all be treasured in my heart.