The moment when that girl crossed the line was deeply engraved in my mind and could not be erased for a long time. "Sixth grade group, women's 100 meter sprint competition-bam!" A gunshot pierced the sky, and the athletes on the runway held their breath, blushed and rushed off the runway like an arrow.
"Look, that's our class!" I don't know who took the lead, so the whole class rushed to the edge of the runway. I saw her: frowning, gritting her teeth, swinging her arms, the wind at her feet.
Of the six girls, she is the shortest, thinnest and lightest. The ponytail on her head floated high, like a black sail, pushing her to the finish line! "Six (four) class come on! Come on, class six (four)! " We waved our hands and constantly compared the V-shape of victory.
She is getting faster and faster on the runway, and the finish line is just around the corner! The more excited we are, the more we squeeze into the runway, and the cheers drown everything out! My face was burning, a drop of sweat dripped from my forehead, my hands were tightly held, and my feet ran involuntarily in place, as if I were running on the runway, and I couldn't wait to rush up and give her a push. I stare at the girls behind her, and every time they speed up, my heart beats; They are faster than her, even if only a little faster, I'm afraid they will rush to win her championship.
Others are like clockwork, blushing and shouting at the top of their voices. Look, no one can surpass her, she is only one step away from the finish line! Look, her left foot has crossed the finish line! The whole class is boiling! "Yes! We won! " Shouts resounded through the sky.
Look at her again, the tight lines on her face suddenly loosen, and the whole person wobbles, as if she suddenly lost her whole body strength and could not stand up. Sweat on my forehead dripped straight down, and my hair seemed to be fished out of the water.
Her feet ran a few steps forward under the action of inertia, and then stopped and stopped. With the mobilization of the machine, she returned to the classroom and collapsed on her schoolbag.
Although her classmates gathered around her to congratulate her, she didn't say a word, just gasped. I saw, I saw a smile crawling on her cheek and blooming in her mouth ... This moment is the spirit of students' brave struggle and their dedication to class honor! Chapter 2: Wonderful moments Life is an ocean of love, and everyone is breathing and feeling love.
Life is like the night sky, in the wonderful moment of the meteor, people feel magnificent beauty; Life is like a trickle, in the wonderful moment of wearing a stone, people feel the beauty of persistence ... but the most beautiful thing in the world is love. In the park in spring, the grass is sprouting and the birds are singing.
A little boy who just learned to walk skipped around and was immersed in incomparable happiness. A stone tripped him, and he lay prone in the grass, his eyes flashing with desire for love.
Mother came and gently picked up the little boy, encouraged him with loving eyes, and drove away the pain with loving touch ... This moment is short, but maternal love is forever. One dark night, there was neither light nor wind in the sky.
In the dim candlelight, two figures, an old man and a young man, were shaking slightly. Under the shiny hair, there is a face that has experienced vicissitudes of life, wrinkled like old bark.
This is an old mother who is ill in bed. She slowly opened her mouth with tears in her eyes. On the side, her son held a bowl of smelly Chinese medicine in his left hand and a spoonful of soup in his right hand, gently blew it with his mouth, and then slowly walked to his mother. When touching his mother's chapped lips, hot tears dripped on his son's hands and penetrated into his heart ... This moment is very short, but his love for his son has been sublimated.
In the noisy street, trees on both sides flew by. A bus carries passengers smoothly. As usual, everything is so calm and natural.
Suddenly, the driver's heart rate suddenly accelerated. He knew it was a precursor to heart failure. At this point, he took his time, slowly turned the steering wheel, drove the car steadily to the right of the road, put his foot on the brake and pulled the handbrake with his last strength.
When the car stopped, he left, and his face was obviously a relief. This moment is short, but the driver's love is engraved in everyone's heart.
Love blooms in life, simple and profound, short and wonderful. May this love blossom and bear fruit and remain fragrant in your heart forever! Chapter 3: In every age of life, there are different colors, which all constitute wonderful moments.
Just like the moment you scored in a ball game, it was beautiful. I cherish every moment from childhood, and every moment makes me happy and miss.
At the first moment, I came to this desirable world. Judging from the time when my mother took it, this photo should have been taken when I was one year old.
Look! Those eyes sparkled with hope, and the innocence of childhood was quietly born at that time. According to my mother-in-law, when I was a child, I was really restless and made everyone follow me. My mother-in-law pulls a small paper boat made by hand in advance with a rope and makes me walk around the streets every day. She said that I was faster than the car, so there was a person standing at the corner of every lane, either grandpa or mom, because the person behind me had to change someone to accompany me when he was tired of running.
The second moment, under the pressure of my mother, I came to the piano teacher to learn piano. At that time, I was in the first grade of primary school, and my fingers were still flexible, because my parents thought I was not interested and hoped I could learn a musical instrument.
Back then! I can't drag me out of the house with a cow, because I think that heavy piano is really easy to play. But no one thought that with the strong support of my family, I learned! For a long time, I practiced day and night and finally succeeded.
At the third moment, I finally grew to 1.5 meters, stood by the ruler and made a very beautiful gesture! I have been worried that my parents' gene growth is not high, but they have grown a lot under my worry. That really makes me happy.
With the cooperation of the camera, all my three wonderful moments were photographed. When I was a child, it was pink and sweet.
When I was a child, it was green and full of vitality. In my teens, it was bright blue.
2. Full marks for junior high school students (articles about scenery must be vivid and vivid to mobilize a variety of senses * autumn scenery
Someone said, "Autumn is beautiful!" Especially looking for autumn.
Autumn is coming, the rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.
In autumn in the Woods, the leaves of all kinds of trees are yellow and fall on the pond and the ground one by one. However, the pine tree still stands tall and motionless in the wind, and its leaves are still so green.
Autumn is in the garden. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, including red, yellow, green, white and orange ... The petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin shredded radish. The petals of some chrysanthemums are all spread out, revealing the tender yellow stamens; Some chrysanthemums only spread two or three petals; There are chrysanthemums in bud, as if the petals are about to open.
In autumn, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits in the orchard are all ripe. Uncles and aunts are holding baskets and picking fruits one by one. Those fruits that haven't been picked seem to say, "Pick us quickly! Those who want to buy fruit are waiting for us! "
Autumn is on people. People wear sweaters, vests, sweaters and so on.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in children's eyes. As long as we keep exploring and discovering, we will gain a lot of knowledge that is not available in books.
Miss Qiu came to the world unconsciously, and she kept busy as soon as she came.
She gave sorghum a red face; Put an orange "skirt" on the corn; Dress the rice in a golden suit. A gust of autumn wind blew, and rice quickly bent down, as if thanking Miss Qiu.
Miss Qiu came to the forest, and the yellow leaves fluttered in the air like butterflies. Only the leaves of pine and cypress are green. They stood upright on the hillside.
Miss Qiu came to the orchard again. The fruit in the orchard is ripe, and the grape racks are covered with clusters of purple grapes, hiding their bodies from each other. The sun came out and shone on the grapes like a transparent purple gem. On the orange tree, golden oranges make people want to take a bite. If you peel off the orange peel, you can see a petal of orange, like the crescent moon at the time of the moon loss, crystal clear.
From a distance, there are some round fruits that look like pearls, but they are actually longan and pomegranate.
Looking at the mountains and rivers in autumn, my pen can't describe the charm and beauty of autumn. Autumn not only gives nature costumes in autumn and October, but also brings people the joy of harvest and a comfortable smile.
The scenery in autumn is really beautiful. I love autumn!
Not a perfect composition!
3. Kneel for a paper. Requirements: Hands described by senses such as sight, hearing and smell. The autumn girl of Ginkgo biloba leaves came happily with a beautiful waltz. The leaves gradually faded their green luster and unconsciously put on a golden dress. I picked a piece and stroked it carefully in my hand. It is not smooth, but it is not rough. The autumn wind took away its moisture, which was a little hard. Leaves. I put the leaves in front of my nose and took a deep breath. The faint fragrance lingered in my heart, which was the breath of nature. Leaves are like handfuls of small fans, and beautiful butterflies rest quietly on the branches. The leaves are light green in spring and plump in summer. In autumn, ginkgo leaves are colorful, some are yellow, some are half yellow and half green, and some are all yellow. The sun shines in. Leaves that are not exposed to the sun are swaying in the branches not to be outdone. When the wind comes, they will take the opportunity to approach, whisper to each other, and some will reluctantly leave the embrace of the tree and fall in mid-air ... After the wind passes, they will return to calm, as if immersed in their own reverie and silent. These ginkgo leaves neither know what death is, nor do they know that spring will come again. They are very big. Countless leaves do the same job-give the milk of life to the tree. These leaves are very simple, live in obscurity and have no publicity. However, this humble leaf can report the news of spring to people and bring people hope and joy. It can also provide shade rest for people under the scorching sun; Autumn has come, and it is willing to sacrifice itself and return to the foundation of the tree and the embrace of the earth. Ginkgo biloba leaves in autumn are far less vibrant than leaves in spring and summer, but full of maturity! Because it knows how to give, it is what it is now. For the reincarnation of life, selflessness and silence. The cold wind blows, and the golden ginkgo leaves fall, as if telling a beautiful story.
4. Composition: Looking for the time of spring: Mid-spring requires: multi-angle description, mobilizing all kinds of senses to write, 550 I do not know when, Spring girl came to the world with light steps, and suddenly, the earth seemed to inject new vitality. I took my kite to the park to find the footprints of spring.
The sky is gray and very gloomy. A gust of wind blew and I felt a chill. Spring is really cold! Camellia on the roadside has sprouted like small bamboo shoots with small red seeds on it. Look! The grass crept out of the ground and contributed green to this spring. I am happy to walk on the path in the park and enjoy the breath of spring given to me by nature.
After a while, a mysterious fragrance floated over. I can see some fragrant apricot flowers not far away. Some of them tightly close their petals and are in bud; Some have not fully blossomed. I think they may want to sleep a little longer. I woke up easily in this spring morning. Others spread the petals spotless by the rain, as if they wanted to enjoy spring ahead of others and breathe more fresh air!
Surrounded by a group of lovely little pigeons, I came to the river. Looking from a distance, the sky and water are integrated like a green barrier. The weeping willows by the river quietly drew out the tender green buds, which seemed to be full of vitality, just in response to He's famous sentence: "Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down." A breeze blew, and the branches shook gently, as if thanking the arrival of spring.
Walking, beautiful and luxurious peach blossoms came into my eyes. They are as red as fire, as white as snow and as pink as chardonnay. Their beauty and enthusiasm made me feel the warmth of spring. I stopped in front of the peach blossom for a long time and refused to leave.
Other kinds of flowers are not to be outdone, and they are competing to open, as if they are gorgeous. The birds also flew together, apparently celebrating the arrival of spring. I flew a kite. Watching the kite fly higher and higher, my thoughts follow: the plan of the year lies in spring. I will study harder, seize this wonderful time and never let it go to waste.
Looking at this beautiful and strange picture presented in spring, I was intoxicated. I couldn't help singing that song: "It's raining in spring, swish swish." The willow trees by the river are green, the apricot flowers by the road are red, and the seeds are sprouting ... "
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This year's spring is warm and cold. I braved the chill and hurried into the school gate, where I saw my classmates chattering and cheering. Yes, today we are going to spend the spring in Golve Park!
Along the way, the word "spring" seems to have turned into patches of grass flowers, dangling in front of my eyes. I am full of doubts: what is it like there? It's still so cold, isn't it a little early to find spring? After thinking about it, I saw butterflies flying and flowers in full bloom. Spring by the roadside is so beautiful in my eyes, and spring in the park makes us look forward to it.
"Here we are! Here we are! Get off, get off! " I stood up in a tingle and followed me out of the car. I was still thinking hard about the appearance of spring, and the classmate in front muttered, "It's so nice here." I looked up, wow, great! Although butterflies don't fly and flowers are in full bloom, I think this is the scenery of spring. A peach forest, not to mention how beautiful, the flowers are so tender that a gust of wind can blow them away, making people afraid to come out as soon as they get close. Seeing this, I just want to sing happily. After struggling for a long time, I had to ask my classmates next to me, "I want to sing, but I ... what's going on?" Students thoughtfully: "Yes, this is called moving." This seems to be addressed to me as well as to himself. I thought, "Is this the smell of spring?" After a short stay, our team went on and saw a large grassland. If I hadn't been afraid of grass breaking, I would have rushed over and laid down. Especially when you are tired from walking, it is relaxing and fun to sit on the grass and eat snacks like this. This is really a great pleasure in life. At this point, a classmate let out a cry of surprise: "Wow! Come and see, come and see, this flower! This flower! " Her lips trembled with excitement. We ran over to have a look, yes, the color of this flower seems to be taken from the sky, or from the heavenly palace, a little white and blue, and the stamens are yellow. No wonder this classmate is so excited. Blue flowers are really rare! I just want to leave this beauty, but it's a pity that the camera is out of power, what a pity, but the regret may be more intriguing!
Taking advantage of the excitement, we traveled around and enjoyed the breath of spring. But I accidentally smelled a bad smell, and there was a stinking ditch not far away. Who let this fly in the ointment spoil the fun? It must be polluted by other tourists, huh! I thought about it angrily and secretly vowed to be a little environmental defender in the future.
When I was still complaining about the gutter, a classmate exclaimed, "Ah! It's three o'clock! Settings! " We don't want to leave here On the way, I was still thinking: Spring is coming, butterflies are flying, and a hundred flowers are blooming ... Spring, I found you.
5. Articles describing snow should use rhetorical devices such as metaphor to mobilize various senses. The 600-word composition should be "Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and I can't help but feel a joy in my heart. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white. Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can hear the sound of snow. Snowflakes are falling. Snowflakes are flying in various postures in the air, or flying, or hovering, or falling straight and quickly and laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, and one is everything. The laughter of snowflakes rings in my ears. I can hear their joy. Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help but come out to play, with snowballs and snowball fights. Although the snow is still falling, they have a good time regardless of their parents' opposition and are full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then hit each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere. It's its happiness. It gives us the warmth of our hearts with unique language. I can hear the sound. This is a good sign that there will be a lot of snow in the Spring Festival. Snowflakes slowly fall, accompanied by firecrackers to give people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch it fall quietly, and listen to its faint voice, and I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having snowball fights on the road again. A layer of snow covers the young leaves to protect them. I can hear their voices proud of shouldering this heavy responsibility. The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for the coming life? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They're great. I can hear the happiness in their lives. When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen attentively to a life legend.
The 6.500-word composition describes the spring rain (mobilizing all senses). As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Yes, spring rain is most conducive to the return of spring to the earth and the germination of everything. But because of global warming, spring rain will come at any time, but-I like it.
It was a cold afternoon in March this year. But this coolness seems to contain a heavy rain. Sure enough, it was sunny just now, and now it is cloudy and rainy. First, a few clouds floated in, accompanied by muffled thunder. Raindrops can't wait to fall from the sky and dance a happy waltz.
At first, raindrops were light and soft, like falling on cotton, soft and gentle. I "bathed" in the spring rain and remembered the poem "Wet apricot blossom rain" written by the poet Zhi Nan, which must be a true portrayal written in this rainy scene. Anyway, the rain has kept the soft landing sound unique to Nanning.
Gradually, more and more dark clouds gather, which seems to add some interest to the dance. Raindrops fall on the window, making a "ding dong ding dong" crisp crash, which is the dance step of raindrops to celebrate the Spring Festival; Rain, dripping on the leaves, makes a "crackling" sound, which is the word that raindrops clap their hands to greet the leaves. Is there a party in the sky? Who knows!
Slowly, dark clouds covered the sky. It suddenly darkened, making people feel as if they had entered the night ahead of time. Dense raindrops spread joy and jump on this huge stage. Raindrops drop on the ground, and gradually disperse into many jade beads from bottom to top, blooming from the inside out, blooming, blooming one beautiful flower after another. That flower is so gorgeous and fleeting that people admire its beauty and can't help but stop and watch the perfect bloom again.
Before I knew it, it was dawn, but the spring rain stopped, leaving only a colorful dream rainbow. I just appreciate the rainbow, the notes of spring rain and smile heartily. Because the softness and coolness of the spring rain brought me a good mood. Besides, I finally don't have to get wet!
7. The composition of each feeling often gives people a dry sense of emptiness. So the teacher asked them to read more books and practice more, but these two points are not easy to do. Pupils have the nature that children should have, and their minds are difficult for adults to understand. In addition to reading and writing training, teachers should also teach children to use some writing skills to increase the observability of compositions on the basis of existing knowledge. It can increase children's interest in writing and reduce the pain in the writing process. Ordinary people have five ways of feeling: seeing, hearing, smelling, touching and smelling. Students will write with these five feelings, which will have better results. Most primary school compositions are propositional compositions, which are nothing more than three categories: taking notes, writing people and writing landscapes. Take the composition Autumn Tour as an example. Pupils like to play, like new things, and like things that are rarely seen at ordinary times. Seeing with your eyes, listening with your ears, smelling with your nose, and picking with your hands will certainly make you feel flattered. The teacher only needs to teach them to arrange the composition structure. The composition begins with vision: look at the sky, the autumn is crisp, the sun is warm and bright, the sky is blue, some clouds are fluttering, some are like ... and then use hearing: listen to the wind in the wild, listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the Woods, and listen to the leaves blown by the wind. Listen to the sound of little feet stepping on hay and fallen leaves, listen to everyone's laughter ... Then touch: the autumn wind is refreshing, hair and clothes are fluttering, pick up a fallen leaf, touch the veins on it, gently brush the rough trunk, find a meadow to sit down for a picnic, and feel the warmth and sureness brought by the sun and the earth ... There is not much sense of smell and taste in the text, and the timing of appearance is also very free. Look at the weather You can smell the fragrance of wild flowers on the grass. When you walk in the forest covered with fallen leaves, you can vaguely smell the fragrance of the soil. When you sit on the grass and eat, delicious food will definitely tempt your nose deeply and satisfy your taste. Senses are also very useful in taking notes and writing articles. "Listening to people, watching people walk, saying their own words and thinking about their own affairs" all need to mobilize the five senses of young authors. Documentary articles should use vision and hearing. Eyes should witness the development of things, ears should record other people's words, and psychological activities should also be described, so the composition will not be too stiff. Writers should pay attention to the details, and observe the details themselves. See with your eyes, listen with your ears, feel with your heart, and think about what kind of person this is. To sum up, not every article should use all the five senses. The order in which the five senses appear is not fixed, and the senses can be real or illusory (psychological works produced by brain processing, such as smelling the fragrance of sunshine with the nose). Teaching pupils to write with their senses will reduce their resistance. One more skill, one more wonderful.
8. The description of sound fragments needs to mobilize various senses. In the end, the sound suddenly rises again, like a rushing water, splashing after hitting a reef; For example, sweeping across the sea and rushing to the rapids at very high places; Like a dragon flying in the mountains. After hovering for a while, it rushed up. Later, I tried my best to grasp its indomitable spirit, like a Yin Yan wandering around in the time tunnel, and finally rushed up, and the word "original" was exported, like a pearl falling and hitting the floor. In nature, many things can make people relaxed and happy, such as listening to the songs of bugs and birds. They are the best singers in nature. Listen, that's oriole singing. He looks like a singer. Oh, it's an eagle. Its voice is full of power. "Squeak", this bug sounds like a violin played by a musician. Although I don't know its name, I'm sure it is an excellent musician. "cicada!" As soon as you hear this sentence, you will know who it is It is a cicada, but can it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds have merged into a unique symphony in my ears. How intoxicating and fascinating! 330。