Now that I have grown up, I came across it in the cupboard-the footprint of my childhood. Stroking the slightly yellowed old paper, gently brushing the dust off it, and opening the album, it seems to be in a fairy tale world. It's wonderful and childlike: the high-speed rail, flying houses and gorgeous palace-style houses in space are full of childlike innocence. Angry people only use triangular eyes to express themselves, while happy people only use smiling faces to express themselves. I can't help laughing with them. I don't know whether I am laughing at my poor painting skills or full of interest. After all, this is mine. The painting is colorful and rich, the meaning expression is simple and clear, and the characters' expressions are slightly monotonous. These paintings will be rejected if they are placed in the exhibition hall.
I tried to turn it off, but somehow I filled it up. From the moment I opened it, the dusty memory door in my mind also opened. Childhood memories poured out like a clear spring, and everything seemed vivid, including the encouragement of teachers, the laughter of classmates and my growth.
When I close the book, I cherish these works more. ...
Today, I had a Lego class. The teacher asked us to finish the sorting machine first, and then let us finish the sweeper. Finally, the teacher asked us to program, and then a teacher came to help us check how it was done. Then the teacher said, "The separator is not strong, so it needs to be replaced."
The teacher fixed our bracket firmly first, then fixed the motor on it. After class, my brother, father and mother and I went home happily.
My Composition 3 In the summer of 20xx, on a not-so-hot July, I received a notice which read "Calligraphy Newspaper-Registration Form for the 6th National (Jiangsu Division) Children's Live Calligraphy Competition". I was shocked when I saw it. This competition is province-wide and also a "contest" for writing works on the spot! How many people in the province! I am a primary school student, and I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time. Can I do that? Write on the spot! Forget it! Teacher Ge, our tutor, encouraged us to take part in this activity bravely and told us that taking part in this activity can exercise us. After class, I found that many children's parents signed up their children, including a third-grade student. I think they can, and so can I! So I also asked my father to sign me up.
I didn't see the race schedule until I got home. I was shocked to see that it was next Sunday. I only had one week to prepare! You can prepare for months when you can take the exam before! After dinner, I turned over the copybook and finally chose a five-character couplet "Gui Xiang Gone with the Wind for Half a Moon". The first word was written a few minutes later. If you don't look satisfied, look carefully. The size of the word "moon" is different from the above. Keep writing and write another picture in a few minutes. The size of the word is better this time, but the alignment of "Xiang" and "Gui" is not neat, and the whole word looks uncomfortable. The third one wrote the text, not in the middle. .................................................................................................................................................................... was depressed! I think I'm hopeless!
A few days have passed, but still few words meet my expectations, and the stroke structure of words is always bad. I want to give up! I'm finished! But the name was reported, and there was nothing I could do. Dad encouraged me: every time I find a problem, I get something, and every time I solve a problem, I make progress! And compared with the words written at the beginning, it has made great progress.
A week passed quickly, and it was time to broadcast the game live. I took part in the competition with a feeling of anxiety. My parents encouraged me along the way and told me not to play normally. I no longer consider whether I can win the prize in the competition.
In September, the calligraphy class started. In the first class, Mr. Ge announced that two students in our class won the silver prize and one student won the gold prize in this summer's calligraphy competition. The winner of the gold medal is Gao. I'm so happy! It's a pity-but it's not the highest prize: the grand prize (haha! Is it a bit greedy).
It seems that as long as we dare to try, there may be surprises waiting for you!
My composition 4 "Congratulations to Qiu Xinyi classmate science fiction painting for winning the second prize of science fiction painting in the 20th Jinshui District Youth Science and Technology Innovation Competition". The teacher happily announced to everyone on the podium that thunderous applause rang out in the classroom, and I accepted the certificate with envy and encouragement. Teachers and classmates congratulated me one after another, and I was extremely happy. When I got home, I looked at the award in my hand and was filled with emotion. These days' efforts have not been in vain. Finally verified that sentence: efforts will be rewarded.
The main content of my painting is to reduce the workload of restaurant waiters through intelligent robots. When I first started painting, I was worried that I didn't know if I could draw well, that I couldn't master the angle and size well, and that I could accurately express my picture. Fortunately, through the teacher's guidance and his own efforts, this picture of science fiction painting was successfully completed. My painting won the second prize, which is the result of my efforts, but it can not be separated from the guidance of teachers and the encouragement of my parents and classmates. So, I want to thank my teachers, parents and classmates here! From this painting, I found confidence and realized what "where there is a will, there is a way", and I also realized that to draw a good work, I must have a pair of observant eyes, rich life experience and rich imagination. I like painting very much. I think painting is very interesting. I want to draw my favorite animated characters and landscapes. However, I have been learning painting for a short time, and I can't draw many things well. I will work harder in the future!
I can say without modesty that my calligraphy is the most beautiful in our class. Unfortunately, in the school calligraphy competition, when my carefully written work was about to be "finished", my annoying deskmate touched my right wrist. Well, my masterpiece will be disfigured soon!
I was very angry: "What are you doing? You see, you see, the words I have worked so hard to write are ruined by your touch! Now, the end time of the calligraphy competition is coming. What should I do if I can't get a good ranking? " The deskmate was full of guilt: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Why don't I give you what I wrote? "I gave him a sideways glance, snorted and said," You didn't win any prizes for your nonsense. Give it to me, I don't want it! " "I was angry with my deskmate when the bell rang-the calligraphy competition was over!
The invigilator said, "Please send me the entries!" I had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand over the dirty work to the teacher. At the moment when I handed it to the teacher, I complained to the teacher that my deskmate had ruined my work because I still couldn't swallow that breath. I thought, no matter what, I want him to be scolded by the teacher. Unexpectedly, instead of criticizing him, the teacher sternly said to me, "Do you think you did the right thing? You blindly blame others and complain about others, but you don't seriously examine yourself and don't tolerate unintentional actions of others. I've been watching you criticize others, but you haven't spent the only time correcting what has been altered. Do you think you handled it well? "
The teacher's criticism is like a pot of cold water. When it was poured on my head, my arrogance suddenly vanished, and I couldn't help feeling guilty and regretful. When I walked back to my seat, I got up the courage to say "I'm sorry" to that classmate.
Yes, although my work was destroyed, the teacher's words were like the best detergent in the world, which wiped my heart clean, as clear as a mirror, reflected my inner appearance all the time and refused to be disfigured. ...
My Composition 6 In the art class on Thursday afternoon, I made a three-dimensional paper sticker called "A Little Accident in the Forest".
After finishing my homework that night, I looked at it as if I saw a bird flying happily in the Woods under the blue sky. Suddenly, with a bang, the bird plunged into the grass. A cicada found the bird and quickly called two small snails to take the bird to the hospital, but the snails and cicadas were too small to lift the bird. So, they invited the frog doctor, and the frog brought the assistant snail. They carefully examined the bird's injury and cleaned the dirty blood from the bird's wound with cotton dipped in disinfectant. Then, the frog operated on the bird seriously, and the big snail helped. After the operation, they bandaged the bird's wound and put it in hospital.
Looking at my work, I can't help thinking: soon, this bird recovered and was able to fly freely in the sky again.
My work composition 7 "It hurts me to death! It hurts me to death! Stop squeezing pus! " Brother cried and cried. The naughty brother fell a few days ago, injured his left calf, scraped his skin and bled a lot. Due to the hot weather and improper treatment of the wound, a lot of pus was born in the muscle. My father helped my brother squeeze pus carefully, but my brother just couldn't stand the pain. My father and I are very distressed to see it.
How can I suck out pus and relieve my brother's pain? On TV, the doctor is drawing blood from the patient, collecting blood samples and watching the patient's blood slowly flow into the syringe. I had a brainwave. If I modify the syringe slightly, I can pump out the pus on my brother's leg, which not only relieves the pain, but also is more sanitary and avoids causing bacterial infection again.
I told my parents what I thought. My parents gave me great support and help, and provided logistical support. They bought some syringes and syringes for me, found out all-purpose glue at home for me to use, instructed me how to use it safely and effectively, and pulled out the needle on the syringe for me, thus eliminating the potential safety hazard.
I took my invented attractor to school and asked the teacher for guidance. The teacher affirmed my idea, and according to my idea, helped to choose the topic, helped to determine the framework of opening the topic, gave me careful guidance and put forward valuable opinions. The teacher suggested that I use two syringes, one large and one small, to enhance the air pressure and improve the effect of pus suction. The teacher also made a lot of supplements to this production with his own knowledge: he suggested that I increase the scope of use of the aspirator, take drugs and transform the teaching AIDS into cupping. With the help of the teacher, I improved the design scheme and improved the model.
I named this invention as "medical external aspirator", which has the following advantages: avoiding direct contact with wounds by hands and causing bacterial infection again; As long as the needle handle of the syringe is gently pulled, pus or venom can be sucked out; The stress is even, and there will be no pain of hand squeezing; The wind is tired, especially the cervical spine and shoulder circumference of modern people are not very good, so it is really relieved to pull out a few cans; Small and light, easy to carry and use;
Using waste materials as materials is environmentally friendly and affordable; The used materials are not easy to be damaged and can be recycled for a long time; You can take medicine juice, suck pus juice, and take a cup.
My little invention was pushed into the city science and technology innovation competition and finally won the second prize!
My composition 8 My mother took me to make pottery on Sunday.
I chose white porcelain clay, and the teacher there said it was better than clay. First of all, you have to stir the mud by hand while adding water, just like mixing noodles, which is very laborious; Then put some white porcelain mud on the turntable, turn it with your left hand and tap it with a flat wooden hammer with your right hand. Don't lift your right hand too high, and tap it evenly, with a thickness of about 6 mm You can draw the chassis size you want with compasses (special) and remove other mud. At this time, you have to rub out a lot of thin strips with your palm. Apply glue (special) around the chassis first, and then rub it.
I made three pieces in one breath, one bowl was for my own use, and the word "Xiangsen" was written at the bottom of the bowl (written by my mother); There are also two teacups, which are for mom and dad. The one with the handle (the handle was made for me by the teacher), and the date is written on one cup: 20071202. I made many figures on another quilt, such as heart shape, circle shape and mouth shape. The teacher there said that they should be dried for two days, then glazed and fired at 1000 degrees. This process takes about three weeks, and then you can see your own work.
I am so happy today!
Today we have an art class, and the teacher asked us to bring plasticine. Dad bought me 30 colors of plasticine last night, and I was very happy.
In class, Miss Li said to us, "Do whatever you want." I like hamburgers and UFOs best. I took out orange plasticine to make two pieces of bread, red plasticine to make small pies and green plasticine to make vegetables. Do you know what white is? Haha, the white one is salad of course. Then I suddenly remembered Spongebob in the cartoon. When it competed with Neptune to make crab yellow burger, Neptune made 1000 hamburgers at once, which was very harmful. But as soon as Spongebob made one, the referee shouted "Stop!" "Both sides stopped. It's time for everyone to taste hamburgers. Neptune suddenly shocked all crab yellow castles into everyone's hands. Everyone just took a bite, and then said in unison, "It's terrible! Too bad! " Neptune said, "How is that possible? Look at this little guy who just made a little hamburger. Let me have a taste. When Neptune picked it up, he saw a smiling face on the hamburger. He found it appetizing and ate it at once. As soon as he finished eating, his eyes lit up and he said, "Why is this so delicious? I now declare Spongebob won! " "So I made a smiling face in my little hamburger, hoping to bring joy to everyone! Next, I made a flying saucer. This is relatively simple. First, I made two semicircles with red plasticine, then put the two semicircles together with green plasticine, and decorated them with blue and white plasticine. Such a lovely flying saucer was made. Do you like my work? Mom said I did a good job!
After finishing my homework at night, I took out plasticine and made a bunch of grapes. Students, do you think my grapes are ripe?
My composition 10 The fiery red sun scorched the earth, so hot that dogs were sticking out their tongues. I'm not afraid! Because my friend outside the window is calling me over.
"Yes! Play with sand! " I "flew" to the beach like a bird just coming out of a cage, smiling with tools in my hand.
I asked Xiao Ming, "Hey, Xiao Ming, how do you all play?"
"I am building an island." Xiao Ming answered with a smile. When I saw it, I was overjoyed: Great, what about my next friend?
Xiaogang's mouth stuck to his ear: "I'm building a castle!" " "I followed him.
"I'm building a flock of seabirds. What about you? " The ingenious little red asked me with concern what to do.
Xiao Gang and Xiao Ming also asked, "Yes! What are you going to do? "
"Look! My work will be ready soon! " I picked up the shovel and dug out the rolling line of the sand pile first. Then put them in a sand ring. Proud.
"I built a mountain. There is an island and a castle at the foot of the mountain. Three children raised a flock of seabirds. Am I smart? " I think I am smart, but I am confident to ask.
"High, too high." Xiaogang stood up and gave me a thumbs-up sign.
"You are so smart." Xiaohong praised me with her sister's sweet voice.
"Master, I am a disciple." Xiao Ming played a role in me. I was a little carried away by my friend's praise. I am very narcissistic about myself: genius! Genius! I am a genius!
Sister Baiyun is smiling at me, Aunt Fenger is touching my face clip, and Grandpa Sun put away the electric blanket. All this seems to encourage me and praise me. The sun is getting dark. In the repeated call of my mother, I reluctantly left the developed hills, islands, castles, a group of seabirds and three friends ... In the afterglow of the sunset, I ended this happy, fulfilling and beautiful day. Humming a ditty on my way home, I was escorted to my door by the afterglow.