Everything was blurred in the rain. Only that touching scene is particularly clear in the rain.
That day, it began to rain lightly, and the first drop of rain fell like a pearl. Then the rain fell and fell on the broken beads. I rushed to school with an umbrella. Although I was in a hurry, I was careful not to splash mud on my pants, so I began to turn left and right. When I walked to the school gate, I heard a bang behind me, thinking that someone must have slipped. I secretly smiled. I looked back eagerly. It was a boy of five or six who fell to the ground. He holds his red umbrella in one hand and a beautiful handmade bag with a transparent bag on it in the other. Maybe it's his homework for an activity class (he used to show it off to his classmates). He takes good care of it. At this time, I am not far from this little classmate. After struggling to get up, he wiped the mud with his little hand and shouted "Teacher xx, Teacher xx" as he ran. My eyes moved slowly with his every move, and my steps slowed down a lot. My eyes stopped on an elderly teacher, and the little classmate gave the teacher the exquisite handmade piece in his hand and said, "Happy holidays, teacher!" " It suddenly dawned on me that today is Teacher's Day, and I completely forgot. I also forgot to send my gift to our teacher or say, "Teacher, you have worked hard, happy holidays!" " "Look at the teacher and his students that blood is thicker than water teacher-student relationship. It's really a pity. The teacher wiped the mud off the boy's face with a handkerchief, then took the boy by the hand and walked into the school gate with the same umbrella. I followed him into school.
When I return to my seat, I have deeply implanted this pair of "teacher-student love in the rain" in my mind. He will always remind me that no matter what my identity is, no matter where I am, don't forget that it is the teacher's knowledge that marks the outline of our future blueprint; It was the teacher who taught us how to add gorgeous colors to the outline.
This is a touching story in the rain and the most beautiful picture in the rain! ! !
Those unforgettable stories were written in 600 words.
An Unforgettable Event Composition When we watched the last scenic spot with great interest and prepared to take a taxi to the train station and go home by train, an unexpected thing happened. We left the scenic spot at 4 o'clock 15 and wanted to take a taxi to the railway station. Unexpectedly, the taxi driver refused to take us. Are they going to refuse the guests? Should we complain about them? One guess after another keeps coming to my mind. Later, I heard someone say, "Hangzhou has changed shifts now." It turns out that taxis in Hangzhou are all changing shifts now. What should I do? Suddenly, I'm like an ant on hot bricks. After several discussions, we decided to go by bus. Ben got on the bus by luck. We almost fainted when we saw that there were 20 stops left. I am very angry. But looking back, if we had come out earlier, there would have been nothing. It seems that no matter what we do, we must hurry. After many twists and turns, we arrived at the railway station. So I asked my mother trembling, "Mom, are we going to stay here for one night?" "no! All we have to do is sign the tickets, "my mother comforted me." After listening to my mother, I feel much more at ease. After signing the tickets, we settled the dinner at KFC and then set off for home. As the saying goes, you learn from your mistakes. I think this time it's: learn from mistakes. The first wisdom is: arrange your time reasonably to avoid such a thing; The second wisdom is that no matter what you want to do for whatever reason, don't blame others first, but think about your own mistakes first. This is really unforgettable! One morning, my mother said that she would go to grandma's house to help move bricks, each for one yuan. At first, I thought it was simple. I really wanted money, so I pestered my mother to leave. My mother was very impatient with me and said, "Right away!" I am dancing with joy. I feel uncomfortable walking on that bumpy road. Grandma's house has finally arrived, and I'm going to move bricks. However, my cousin is not here, and I am very lonely. My grandmother asked my cousin to come back and move bricks together. My cousin came back and we started moving bricks. When the heavy bricks were put into my backpack, I felt heavy all over and my steps slowed down. One, two, when I carried the third brick, my shoulder was already very painful. I asked my grandmother to come out for bricks, but she didn't come out. I was so angry that I threw my backpack on the ground, walked into the TV room, closed the door and lay on the bed. After a few minutes, my grandmother came in and explained to me that she was late because she went to the toilet just now, and said that she would give me ten yuan. Think of such a good thing, you must not miss it. I took ten yuan. Time to eat. I hurried to eat. I wolfed down the delicious food on the table and was full. I forgot to get angry and played with everyone, talking and laughing, but my mother confiscated seven yuan from me, saying that I only moved three bricks and took three yuan. Near dusk, I have to go, and I reluctantly bid farewell to my grandmother. I still miss that day, and I hope it will help you.
(3) I wrote a 600-word story about the occurrence of word cutting. You can write something about what happened when you practiced writing.
During the summer vacation, everyone should practice writing on the homework assigned by the teacher, so we should practice block letters seriously.
The teacher said that block letters are the foundation. When I think that I haven't even laid a good foundation, it's no wonder that the written words can't help the audience. With this idea, the thinking of practicing calligraphy is much more correct and the momentum is more sufficient. Copying page by page every day, that boring stroke has become a step to the throne of "calligrapher"
Growing up, I have always been impetuous, and it has always been a three-minute fever. After this enthusiasm, I can't lift my spirits. No, I heard from my dad that there is a calligraphy class in the imperial court, which is called "five days to practice calligraphy in the Chinese Palace". The decision I just made has long been forgotten.
When I came to the calligraphy class and looked at the textbook, I suddenly found that this font was not suitable for me. Shortcut, who doesn't want to go? But stubborn people like me have to gamble. I will use my patience and perseverance to practice my favorite words and make others happy.
On second thought, this Chinese character is really interesting. No matter how complicated it is, it is composed of this radical and several strokes, without exception. So, after practicing radicals and basic strokes, you're done, right? But the truth gave it.
I'm a serious blow! I carefully wrote a word with practiced radicals and strokes, but the word was not beautiful at all, and compared with the words on the copybook, it was not born by a girl at all! Angry, caught one.
Tear it open. Looking closely at the copybook, I found that in addition to the standardized strokes, the shelf structure is also very beautiful! It suddenly dawned on me that this is the same as building a house. You can't build a house with good bricks, but you have to put up a shelf.
All right! Isn't that what life is all about? Isn't it your temperament, connotation, knowledge, cultivation, etc. Your framework? It's already set. It's comfortable for others to stand there, isn't it? And temperament cultivation and so on, where do these come from?
Where did it come from? Is it not the knowledge and morality accumulated slowly in strokes? The more I think about it, the more seriously I write and try to figure out the structure of the bookshelf. Hey! Don't say, it's a bit like it!
The key to the success of calligraphy practice lies in "constancy" Perseverance is the key to success. We should not only practice calligraphy seriously, but also pay attention to other long-term things. Be sure to persist! Believe in yourself, and you will make progress one day!
(4) Write an interesting story in 600 words.
Whenever I think of the chicken dancing doll we performed in Beijing in 2005, I will think of an interesting story:
Just before dawn in the morning, my lively little sister Li woke up. (Miss Li is a little girl of Li nationality) She hurried to wake up the chickens, so she patted the heads of all the chickens and they woke up one by one. They dozed off and looked at her with interest. Miss Li thought: These chicken dolls must be hungry. I'd better take them for a walk and find something to eat. So she patted the first chicken on the head, and the other chickens followed. In this way, they had a good time. When they were not careful, all the chickens fell. They threw themselves on the floor with a smile, as if they were coquetry. Little sister Li could do nothing about them, but shook her head helplessly and led the first chicken to play. When the other chickens saw it, they got up from the ground and followed the chickens in order, one by one. Xiao Li Mei led them around several times, as if walking in a maze. After a long walk, these chicks were confused by Xiao Xiaomei, so they dispersed and went to play by themselves. Look, they are on the ground, with their heads held high, their feet stamped on the ground and their mouths wide open. They must be asking for rice. Xiao Limei took a picture of a chicken. Sorry, I'm the one who plays this chicken! ), let the chicken get up. The chicken shook its head and followed Xiao Li playfully. Xiao Li had some rice in his hand. After Xiao Xiaomei came back from feeding this chick, the other two chicks also wanted to eat rice, so they followed Xiao Xiaomei. When they found that Xiao Xiaomei had somersaulted and held the big leaf high, they wanted the big leaf, too, so they began to compete for the leaf in Xiao Xiaomei's hand. The other chickens found out and came to help. Suddenly, a chicken fell down and began to cry sadly. Chickens came together and picked up a leaf like Xiao Li Mei to tease the crying chick. Soon, the chicken burst into tears and smiled! Everyone was too excited to play, so they stood in a row, covered their heads with leaves and squatted together to play games. Where is Xiao Li Mei? Of course she is playing with a chicken! When Xiao Xiaomei left, so did the chicken. When Xiao Xiaomei turned around, the chicken was trembling.
At this time, the chickens play in pairs. They danced face to face, as if in the high jump competition. After a while, another formation was changed: stand in four rows, the first and third rows run to the left, and the second row jumps to the right with the fourth row. They walked back and forth several times, and finally got tired of playing, forming a Little Square, ready to have a rest. However, there are still two chickens that have not rested. Look, one of them sticks up and pecks at rice on the ground, and the other is pecking at a chicken that eats rice! Everyone laughed when they saw it, and Xiao Meimei smiled even more happily!
In fact, this story was told to us by Liu Tuanchang, the head of our coconut baby. She said, "Every dance contains an interesting story. Our dance "Chicken Doll" reflects the excitement and joy of a Li girl when catching chicken. " This story was born in 2005, when we were on the plane to Beijing for the competition. ...
5. A composition with the topic of short story, 600 words.
Now, campus safety has become the focus of social attention. In recent years, campus accidents have occurred from time to time. In order to prevent dangerous accidents, schools should actively respond and strengthen management.
Our school also actively participates in strengthening the management of dormitories, restaurants and teaching buildings.
Every dormitory has "fire bucket water" to be replaced on time; There are also fire extinguishers, so be prepared for fire fighting and emergency. The school has also set up a dormitory personnel management table, which is checked regularly every day.
The school strictly requires the leave system, and no leave is allowed without special circumstances.
Strengthen the management of the dining system when dining in the restaurant. No running, queuing or cutting in line when cooking, and no disposable wooden chopsticks and lunch boxes are allowed.
Due to the current food safety defects and serious quality problems of ham and other foods, the school promptly informed the restaurant to stop selling ham to ensure the safety of students' meals and prevent food poisoning.
Of course, the safety of the teaching building can not be ignored, and there are monitoring heads at all exits. During recess, students are not allowed to chase and fight in the corridor, no noise, walk slowly and walk up and down the stairs to the right, all for the safety of students.
Every corridor has lighting and emergency lighting to ensure that there will be no trampling.
Since the school attaches so much importance to the safety of middle school students, primary school students are no exception.
Every day after school, they always line up and are led out of the school by the teacher. In order to prevent off-campus personnel from entering the school, parents will strengthen the management of doormen, register in and out, and check their identities before allowing them to pass.
Of course, in addition, there are many preventive measures, so I won't give examples here.
The school takes various measures for our safety. We should cherish our lives, don't run the red light, and go out on the right. Look for a car before crossing the road, and then pass.
There are three stories in a 600-word composition, which are about interesting things, plants and animals.
Childhood is beautiful, it is like a cup of lemon juice with sugar, sweet and sour, with endless aftertaste. Childhood memories are beautiful, just like a colorful picture scroll, which attracts many interesting things to my mind and often flashes one after another. Every time I think of two small clips, I can't help but smile deeply.
In childhood, imitation is a child's nature, and of course I am no exception. When I was more than three years old, I often saw my father holding a book or a newspaper when he went to the toilet. I don't understand the mystery, but it's better to imitate it. Every time I go to the toilet, I pretend to take the newspaper in and take it out again. Dad was surprised when he found this move, because at that time, I didn't know a few words. He secretly opened the door when I went to the toilet, and then he burst out laughing, laughing until tears came out. Because he saw me sitting on the toilet honestly without reading the newspaper, he put the newspaper by the wall. It turns out that this is my "imitation show" after observing my father.
As the saying goes, "in one day, people have three puzzles." At ordinary times, my little brain also has "power off" times. I remember one morning, I got up a little late. My mother urged me to get dressed, eat and go to school, and let me put on a sweater. As time is pressing, I am taking the time to get dressed and tidy up. But I can't find my sweater. I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. I quickly asked my mother for help and asked her to help me find a sweater. When my mother came over, she pretended to be very angry, slapped my little girl with her hand and said, "What's the matter, you child?" You don't have any brains. See what you have. " As soon as I bowed my head, my face turned red to my ears. It turns out that the sweater was already on me when I was flustered, and I was still "riding a donkey to find a donkey"
Childhood is full of sunshine, which makes me enjoy the best care in the world; Childhood is colorful, which makes my memories colorful; My childhood was rich and interesting, which gave me endless happiness.
Once the composition about fairy tales is about 600 words, it must be original and urgent! ! There are points!
Rooster's new year
When the new year comes, the streets are full of lanterns, and every household is hung with big lanterns. People are beaming, but the rooster is sad, because when the New Year comes, he will be a roast chicken. He went back to the ranch and told the bad news to his friends: Mrs. Goose, Mr. Cat and Mother Dog.
"This, this can do?" Mother dog said anxiously, "If you can't stay here any longer, run!" " "
It's not as simple as you think, even if you escape, you have to be caught back to eat! The cock retorted.
When Mr. Cat saw the eggs in Mrs. Goose's nest, he patted his head. It is not unusual for a rooster to lay eggs! "
"What do you mean?" The rooster fumbled for his head in a daze.
As long as you can lay eggs. Mr Cat winked at Mrs Goose.
"But we roosters are not born to lay eggs!" The rooster said with grievance.
"This is easy!" Mr. Cat glanced at Mrs. Goose and said, "Don't you think so!" " He passed the question on to Mrs. Goose like playing football.
"all right! I promise to give you eggs. " Mrs. Goose said reluctantly.
"Then let's division of labor! Mother dog, you are responsible for transporting eggs, and you have great strength. Mr. Cat, if you have many ideas, give us some suggestions. Mrs Goose, you can lay eggs! " The rooster ordered.
That night, the goose laid a nest of warm big goose eggs. Mother goose took out an egg from it, touched it, kissed it, and finally reluctantly gave it to mother dog. Mr. Cat took out a roller skates from the flowers, and Mrs. Goose put eggs in the shoes. Mother dog and Mr. Cat set off on wheels. Only after two or three steps, a familiar voice sounded behind him, "Who is so kind to bring me food!" "
Mother dog said, "no, this is ours, weasel!" " While they were talking, Mr. Cat found a toothpick with a pointed tip. When the weasel was about to pounce on it, Mr. Cat saw it. He only heard a loud cry, "Ow …". The weasel couldn't move on the ground, and he was relieved to see the bitch and goose eggs intact. However, the sound alarmed the master. She hurried to the yard with a flashlight. She suddenly saw the weasel lying on the ground. She stepped on it and scolded, "You egg thief, you are restless and kind! Stealing eggs again keeps me awake! "The master grabbed the weasel and threw it far away, and then cooed away.
Anyway, where are Mr. Cat and Mother Dog? It turned out that when they heard that their master was coming, they got into the grass and waited for the performance. When the master left, they came out of the grass and sent the eggs to the rooster safely. The rooster put the egg on the straw and sat on it carefully. A pain came, and the rooster had to hold back the pain, but slowly, slowly, the rooster gradually got used to this feeling.
The next morning, the master came to sprinkle food for the rooster, and the rooster proudly took a step forward. The scene in front of me surprised the master, and there were eggs in the loser. The host blinked, then rubbed it to make sure he was not mistaken, then shook his head to sober himself up, and finally spit out: "Impossible!"
When the master left, the animals burst into laughter, but Mr. Cat was silent. Everyone asked him what was wrong, and Mr. Cat replied, "What if the weasel comes to steal eggs again?" There was no sound for five seconds, and finally the mother dog said, "Dig a tunnel."
That night, Mrs. Goose laid another nest of eggs. Reluctantly, she gave the mother dog another egg. The bitch disappeared into the tunnel and pushed the egg safely into the rooster's nest.
On the third day, that is, the day before the Chinese New Year, the master came to sprinkle food for the rooster again, and there was another egg in the nest. The owner picked up the phone and dialed 120. She suspected that she was mentally ill.
In the afternoon, the master came back, and there were four big words written on the medical record: "Everything is normal! ! ! "The master is thinking," The fighter in the rooster that lays eggs, oh yeah! " Then our rooster will become a magic chicken. If it is killed, God will punish us! It seems that this chicken can't be killed. "
On New Year's Eve, four good friends ate their dream dinner.
Oh, my hands are so tired, I hope I can get some points!
-I hope my answer can help you!
The story about the name, 600 words, hurry up, thank you.
My name is Zhao Jipeng, my nickname is Pillow Tang and my English name is Victor. The story of my Chinese name is a love story.
I learned about the origin of my name from a book by my father.
A new life was born in the delivery room of 30 1 on September 7, 1999, that is, at the end of the 1990s, that is, I was 7 kg and 8 Liang.
Before I was born, my father's friends told him that it was not a trivial matter to name a child, but a major event that affected the child's life. A good name will add luster to a person. A good name can represent a person's image, inspire people and reflect parents' cultivation and knowledge. Therefore, when others name their children, they can pay attention to it, consult dictionaries, Tang and Song poems, search materials and write good words. I heard that when I was given this name, our family didn't work hard! I also held several family meetings, at which every family member had to comment on my name. Grandpa said children's names should be atmospheric, grandma said names should be smooth, grandma said Jin Mu should pay attention to water, fire and soil, and grandpa said names should be easy to remember. They urged my parents to give me a good name. My parents gave me a name day and night. My father's surname is Zhao and my mother's surname is Zhou, so I have several names of "candidates": Zhao, Zhao Zhouyou, Zhao Wuzhou and Zhao Shenzhou. ...
However, after repeated thinking, my parents always feel that these names are still a little less interesting: Zhao is very poetic, but too lonely; Zhao Zhou's casual books let me relax and let nature take its course, but my parents think the name is not serious; Zhao Zhou's singing is too girly, which easily reminds people of the sadness of "still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar"; Wuzhou and Shenzhou are too big, and such names are a bit tacky. When my parents were struggling to give me a name, Menstruation called my dad from Taian, Shandong, saying that there must be a field on the name of the child rabbit, so that the rabbit can have grass to eat all his life, and water and knives must not appear in the name. At this time, my father suddenly remembered several poems in Du Fu's "Five Hundred Words from Beijing to Fengxian forever": "Ling Du has cloth clothes, but the boss is clumsy with his heart. It is stupid to make a promise, but it is better than stealing chickens and touching dogs. " This was Du Shaoling's ambition when he was eighteen. Father patted his thigh and cried, "This is gone!" "At that time, my mother was shocked and quickly comforted me not to be afraid. Father blurted out and called it Zhao Jipeng! And explained the meaning of this name to my mother: Ji means the length of a hundred valleys, literally meaning that there are seedlings and fields. It is not only simple, but also meaningful. Every word in my mother's name also has a cursive prefix.
Look it up in the dictionary after school. This word is used to describe lush plants. When the two words are put together, the meaning is more interesting. When I am older, I wish the motherland prosperity. When he was young, he said that his father's surname was Anwar and his son's surname was Xinghua. Zhao Jipeng had a vibrant homophonic voice! In this way, there was Zhao Jipeng in the world.
The origin of my nickname pillow Tang is even more interesting. At that time, when my parents were discussing the nickname for me, my mother was asking my father to take a book from the bookcase and prepare it for me as a pillow. Father conveniently took a book, which happened to be 300 Tang Poems. Let's call it Pillow Tang. Mom said, pillow Tang's meaning is quite good, that is, pillow Tang's poetic rhyme, and keep it all in your mind. No wonder, I am particularly interested in poetry and my composition is good. /kloc-When I was 0/0 years old, my articles were published in some newspapers. So this is the reason! Ha ha!
What makes me most proud is that my name has not been repeated. But this name has also brought some troubles to my life. For example, when I go to the hospital to see a doctor and enroll in some extracurricular classes, my uncles and aunts often pronounce the word "Peng" as "Fan". Whenever this happens, I will tell them seriously: "My name is Zhao Jipeng". What bothers me even more is that every time I buy a ticket by plane, because others don't know me, I can't type pinyin in the computer, and I don't have five strokes, so I write the ticket with a pen and go to the manager on duty to sign and stamp it when I get to the airport, so that I can change it into a boarding pass.
(9) Write an interesting story (a composition of more than 600 words)
Whenever I think of the chicken dancing doll we performed in Beijing in 2005, I will think of an interesting story:
Just before dawn in the morning, my lively little sister Li woke up. (Miss Li is a little girl of Li nationality) She hurried to wake up the chickens, so she patted the heads of all the chickens and they woke up one by one. They dozed off and looked at her with interest. Miss Li thought: These chicken dolls must be hungry. I'd better take them for a walk and find something to eat. So she patted the first chicken on the head, and the other chickens followed. In this way, they had a good time. When they were not careful, all the chickens fell. They threw themselves on the floor with a smile, as if they were coquetry. Little sister Li could do nothing about them, but shook her head helplessly and led the first chicken to play. When the other chickens saw it, they got up from the ground and followed the chickens in order, one by one. Xiao Li Mei led them around several times, as if walking in a maze. After a long walk, these chicks were confused by Xiao Xiaomei, so they dispersed and went to play by themselves. Look, they are on the ground, with their heads held high, their feet stamped on the ground and their mouths wide open. They must be asking for rice. Xiao Limei took a picture of a chicken. Sorry, I'm the one who plays this chicken! ), let the chicken get up. The chicken shook its head and followed Xiao Li playfully. Xiao Li had some rice in his hand. After Xiao Xiaomei came back from feeding this chick, the other two chicks also wanted to eat rice, so they followed Xiao Xiaomei. When they found that Xiao Xiaomei had somersaulted and held the big leaf high, they wanted the big leaf, too, so they began to compete for the leaf in Xiao Xiaomei's hand. The other chickens found out and came to help. Suddenly, a chicken fell down and began to cry sadly. Chickens came together and picked up a leaf like Xiao Li Mei to tease the crying chick. Soon, the chicken burst into tears and smiled! Everyone was too excited to play, so they stood in a row, covered their heads with leaves and squatted together to play games. Where is Xiao Li Mei? Of course she is playing with a chicken! When Xiao Xiaomei left, so did the chicken. When Xiao Xiaomei turned around, the chicken was trembling.
At this time, the chickens play in pairs. They danced face to face, as if in the high jump competition. After a while, another formation was changed: stand in four rows, the first and third rows run to the left, and the second row jumps to the right with the fourth row. They walked back and forth several times, and finally got tired of playing, forming a Little Square, ready to have a rest. However, there are still two chickens that have not rested. Look, one of them sticks up and pecks at rice on the ground, and the other is pecking at a chicken that eats rice! Everyone laughed when they saw it, and Xiao Meimei smiled even more happily!
In fact, this story was told to us by Liu Tuanchang, the head of our coconut baby. She said, "Every dance contains an interesting story. Our dance "Chicken Doll" reflects the excitement and joy of a Li girl when catching chicken. " This story was born in 2005, when we were on the plane to Beijing for the competition. ...