"Oh!" I made it! I shouted happily. Do you know why I'm yelling? If you want to say anything, you have to start from the next semester of grade three until I come to this school and write my first successful and good composition!
In the previous school, the teacher always assigned a composition every Sunday and asked us to go home and write it. However, I always can't write a word, so I ask my mother for advice. My mother always finds me some model essays and asks me to copy some good sentences to form a composition. It's ok to give it to the teacher on Monday. Although I copy like this every day, after a long time, the fox will always show its tail. Soon, I got tired of this school. When my mother found out, she transferred me to another school. But this school wrote an independent composition and handed it in on the spot. I work hard, but I can't write if it thunders every day. Everyone else handed it in, and I didn't even write the topic because I couldn't write a word. After Mr. Liu found out, he used his rest time to teach me how to write a composition: how to start, how to write a good article, and how to stick to the theme in writing ... With the little help of the teacher, my thinking was opened, and my bold imagination broadened my thinking. Finally wrote the first successful article: "Blowing bubbles for the first time". After reading it, the teacher praised me as a good boy and made great progress in my composition. She also gave my composition to everyone as a model essay! I am so happy that my classmates give me approval. Now my composition is getting better and better. Therefore, Mr. Liu will put my article on the website so that everyone can see my composition! What a glorious thing it is. Can I be unhappy?
Miss Liu is my good teacher. I will never forget her, and I will never forget this happy and unforgettable thing!
The 250-word excerpt from "Sunshine in June in the North" clearly leaked into the fragrant workshop from the window, making the smooth appearance of the three-legged bronze incense burner more dignified.
Chi took the freshly baked incense, inserted it in the incense burner and lit it. Suddenly, the incense burner was shrouded in faint smoke. The fragrance, which is thicker than the resin smell, permeates the fragrant lane, and finally passes through the window and spreads out of the house through the cracks in the wall, which makes passers-by shrug their noses and marvel.
-"Xiang Fang" The early spring in the north is dirty, which of course comes from the pure and flawless snow that we have warmly praised.
In the long winter in the north, the cold gave birth to one snow after another. They spread their beautiful tentacles from the sky and fell to the ground delicately, leaving the whole north to sink into a clean and beautiful world.
If you walk on the street in the snow, look at the trees covered with snow wool on the branches, look at the snow on the roof of the church, and look at the silver endless road, your heart will be filled with a kind of * * *: for unparalleled grandeur or desolation.
-Chi Zijian "Mud" There is only one god, but there are countless admirers, so there are countless wax torches on the altar.
They shed tears when spreading the light.
Candle tears splashed down from the altar like butterflies, and finally condensed together and merged into one piece, moist as milk, transparent as amber, like the broken wings of an angel.
What the old woman is cleaning is not only the voice of human prayer, but also the nectar of God to appease the suffering people in the world.
-Chi Zijian's "The Moment of Light Bowing" The wall is reinforced concrete, which is more than three meters high.
There is a raised cornice at the top of the wall, which looks like a pot helmet from the side and is gray-black.
The gap at the interface is thumb-wide, as if wearing a hat that has been taken off on the wall. It's tattered and doesn't fit well. It looks funny.
The walls are mottled, a lot of wall skins fall off, graffiti is painted on them, and arms and legs are missing everywhere.
To tell the truth, this is the ugliest wall in the world that I have ever seen.
It has no tree guards above the ridge of the wall and no lawn under the wall.
Lacking green, it looks like a cold snake crawling from a distance, full of pitfalls.
When you get close to it, you are really worried that it will bite you unexpectedly.
-Chi Zijian's The Seventeenth Line of Defense is not a wind, but a lot.
In my eyes, they are thick and thin, strong and weak.
The wind in the vegetable garden is a thin wind. When they blow the uneven fat leaves, the wide leaves just move slightly and are not lively.
Therefore, the black ladybug on the cabbage leaves will not be shaken down, and the butterflies playing on the tofu pudding are safe and sound.
And thin leaves, but also shrugged his shoulders and swayed around his aunt.
But look at the wind in the air, they are much stronger.
Dark clouds are blown by the wind, and their faces become bluer and bluer.
The strong wind also caused many cracks in the face of the dark cloud, and it was obviously about to cry.
Those winds that hit the corner without hesitation, because they were hit on the head, felt that they had no face, so they didn't look back, just swallowed their anger and dissipated on their own.
As for those colorful chickens, look at the wind on their feathers. They are so soft and easy. Feathers are blown away by the wind, as if flowers were talking with their tongues out.
-Chi Zijian's "Petal Rice" 1 It has been nearly ten years since we met in the autumn of the North.
Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting (1), the willow shadows in Diaoyutai (2), the insects in Xishan (3), the jathyapple in Yuquan (4) and the bells in Tanzhe Temple (5).
Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a rafter (6) dilapidated house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky.
From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath.
When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest.
It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
-Yu Dafu's Autumn in the Old Capital is taken from Yu Dafu's Essays. The victory of the Rocky Mountains lies in stones and snow.
Those jagged rocks overlap and depend on each other, creating a thrilling sculpture exhibition for the sun and wind thousands of miles away.
White and illusory snow, cold and clear, endless momentum makes people feel hard to breathe, cold and sour.
However, to appreciate the state of "clouds, when I look back, just behind me, fog, when I entered them, it was gone", you still have to come to China.
The humidity in Taiwan Province Province is very high, which is the most ambiguous.
I stayed at the head of the stream for two nights. The trees were fragrant and the cold hit my elbow at night. I slept like a fairy, resting on overlapping mountain shadows and endless rest.
It rained all night in the mountains and woke up the next morning. In the primitive silence where the rising sun did not rise, I ventured into the secret of the forest, walked all the way up the mountain through the broken branches on the ground and the trickling rain, facing the cold all night.
The mountain at the head of the stream is dense with trees and dense fog. The lush water vapor rises from the bottom of the Ran Ran, sometimes thick and sometimes light, and the transpiration changes. We can only see the hidden peaks and valleys at a glance from the open space where the fog breaks through the clouds, and it is almost impossible to have a panoramic view.
Go up the mountain at least twice, and you can only play hide-and-seek with Xitoufeng in the white.
-Yu Guangzhong's "Listening to Cold Rain" is taken from Yu Guangzhong's classic works. 3 You may have kissed those red, orange, yellow, green and purple petals in your dream, but at this moment, you must have created the lotus smoke purple in your imagination ... Imagine the colorful clouds reflected by peony over Luoyang City during flowering; Imagine peony flowers trembling in the breeze and night dew; Imagine that trees and houses are dyed red with flowers; Imagine the grand occasion of "Flowers bloom for 20 days, and the city is crazy" in Luoyang City, which lasted for more than 1000 years.
In fact, you don't like peony for a long time.
Because it is always worshipped as wealth.
Later, you witnessed a peony falling, and you believe that all people will be moved by it: a breeze in Xu Lai, the delicate peony suddenly fell down, and the gorgeous petals were scattered all over the floor.
The petals are still bright when they fall to the ground, like the feathers of a big bird being offered to the altar and leaving with a heroic elegy.
When the peony decays, it either shines or returns. ...
The fragment composition "The Teacher on the Platform" is about 250 words. She has big eyes and criticizes people's mouths when she smiles. She is my Chinese teacher-Miss Gao.
Miss Gao is strict, but she is a good teacher who cares about her students in all aspects.
I remember that in the first grade, Wu of our class recited Wang Qiukai from the slate without Wang Qiukai's consent.
Later, Wu only greeted him and didn't look at the road. As a result, he fell and Wang Qiukai broke his head.
Wang Qiukai began to cry, and the students around him saw it and ran to report to Miss Gao.
The teacher knew, and immediately called Wang Qiukai's parents, but I couldn't get through. Miss Gao quickly picked up Wang Qiukai and ran to the county hospital.
In the county hospital, the doctor bandaged the wound for Wang Qiukai, and the teacher paid the medical expenses.
At this time, Wang Qiukai's parents called and the teacher asked them to come to the county hospital quickly.
By the time Wang Qiukai's parents arrived, Wang Qiukai had received timely treatment.
My good teacher, Miss Gao, cares about us again and again. I love our Chinese teacher, Miss Gao.
A wonderful 250-word article describing characters, in a winter, waves splash.
I walked gently to see the waves.
Which way to go? I hesitated at the roadside.
A cold wind blew, and my heart was cold, so cold.
A staggering figure came into view. Is that a middle-aged woman in shabby cotton-padded clothes, a beggar? She walked gingerly to the bridge and sat there.
When she turned around slowly, I found a child in her arms! The beggar held the child in his arms and sang in his mouth, but the child opened his mouth and stretched out his neck, asking his mother for something to eat! Mother took a plastic bag out of her pocket with her chapped hands. I clearly saw her hands oozing blood! The mother carefully opened the bag, carefully found a well-guarded jiaozi, carefully stuffed it into the open mouth, and then picked up a better jiaozi and slowly put it into the child's mouth to chew.
The middle-aged mother stared at the child softly, and there was a wonderful warmth in her eyes.
Suddenly, my mother smiled so brightly, and a holy spray bloomed on her face, giving off her strong light. As long as she is with children, she will laugh. As long as she is with children, she will endure no matter what difficulties! For the sake of children, mothers are willing to do everything and give everything! The rustling north wind lifted mother's unkempt hair, but her hair fluttered like waves!
I need an American fragment of about 200 words urgently! Zhu Ziqing's >: Not bad, Nie. You can choose a few paragraphs at will. I feel very uneasy these days.
Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different at this full moon.
The moon rises gradually, and the children on the road outside the wall are laughing and can't hear; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze.
I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road.
This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night.
There are many trees around the lotus pond, which is very sad.
Beside the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names.
On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary.
It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back.
This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world.
I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone.
Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person.
What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now.
This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian.
The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt.
Among the layers of leaves, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully (ni m÷o, nu ó), and some are patting the flowers shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath.
The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance.
At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant.
The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks.
Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower.
A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond.
Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong.
Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique.
Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves.
The moonlight in the pond is uneven; However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most.
These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight.
An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke.
There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless.
There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy.
At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus.
Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem.
Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs.
Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers.
It was a lively season and a romantic season.
It is well said in Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": Therefore, the demon Yu Yan is willing to be a boat; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, but algae can hang, and the ship can move and sail.
Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū).
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time.
This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu": Lotus is picked in Nantang in autumn, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water.
This makes me really miss Jiangnan.
Thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
Mother's Moment is a 250-word essay. Motherly love is the fertile ground on which people live. Motherly love is the most boundless sky; Motherly love is a beacon to drive away fear in the dark.
As a child, maternal love is always accompanied by the spring breeze of peers: perhaps it is a reminder that you will never forget; Maybe a delicious lunch; Maybe it's a picture of sending an umbrella in the rain ... and for me, maternal love always flashes at that moment.
It was one morning, I got up earlier than usual, because it rained a few days ago and there were many cars, so my mother washed the car herself. I was too tired to support myself and began to have a high fever.
Dad is not at home, so I can only make my own breakfast.
I got dressed and went to the kitchen, and suddenly I smelled a familiar smell of porridge.
It turned out that my mother got up early because she was sick and had cooked breakfast for me.
I saw my mother's face was pale, thin sweat appeared on her forehead and nose, and her mouth kept coughing ... My mother came up to me with a bowl of hot porridge and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Daughter, drink while it is hot.
"In an instant, my heart was warm and my eyes were moist. I felt that my mother had aged a lot overnight ... At that moment, my heart rolled like a rough sea.
Mom's words are so touching and make people cry.
From then on, I decided to work hard, study hard, and try to be worthy of my mother and the touch of that moment.
...
Write a scenic spot in the flowers with 250 words of chrysanthemum. My favorite is chrysanthemums that are not afraid of wind and frost. It is not as flashy as delicate jasmine or rose. It doesn't need much fertilizer and nutrients, and it doesn't need your careful care. Just a simple flowerpot can take root and grow sturdily. There are many kinds of chrysanthemums with their own characteristics. They are inclined or inclined. If you carefully observe chrysanthemums, you will find that their petals are different in shape, but some are like bright moons, some are like fans, and some are like curly hair ... but no matter what posture, they are as smooth as jade and as light as gauze. If you touch them gently, a gentle feeling will penetrate your heart and spleen, and the whole person will suddenly relax a lot! The leaves of the "new generation" are tender green and look very soft. The green leaves are evenly around the straight stem, which is a bit like several lively and lovely children whispering around a pillar. Those leaves are a bit like the tail of a goldfish, with a circle of small serrations on each side. This may be their self-defense weapon! In this late autumn when the west wind is bleak, the flowers are withered and the frost is pervasive, the chrysanthemums are still in full bloom proudly, and the west wind is blowing tighter and tighter, and the chrysanthemums are flourishing. The thicker the frost, the more gorgeous the chrysanthemums are.
My campus composition is 250 words and 4 paragraphs. My campus is a beautiful big garden, which is located in the east of the county.
Lift your feet and walk to the middle of the stairs. There is a famous saying on the wall and a photo of a famous person: Confucius.
Walking into the gate, there stood five majestic Chinese characters: Dongfeng Road Primary School.
Walking into the gate, rows of camphor trees are reflected in front of you. Camphor tree is like a broken umbrella, with a round chair under it, which can enjoy the cool in summer.
Further on, it is a quiet square. There are many beautiful flowers on both sides of the square. All the flowers are in full bloom, very beautiful! There are two pots of red azaleas in the middle, and the breeze swims slowly. Rhododendrons dance slowly with the breeze, like a little girl dancing.
Further inside, there is a small playground. There is a tall building on the small playground, called Dongfeng Building, where children from grade one to grade three study.
When you get to the small playground, turn 90 degrees and walk down the steps. Below is the big playground. The rest of the big playground is green and the runway is red. Is it a bit like a strange watermelon? There is a row of basketball bars on the playground. Many students play basketball there.
There is a big stage in front of the playground and a five-star red flag in the center of the stage. Every Monday, all teachers and students go to two rows of cherry trees on both sides of the playground. When cherry trees bloom, they are pale pink. As soon as the spring breeze blows, the flowers can't stand the wind and rain, so they float away with the wind.
There are Wenyuan Building and Xinhua Building on the playground, and there is a sixth-grade computer room on the Wen Yuan Building.
There are four or five grades of students studying in Xinhua upstairs, and I am one of them.
My campus is a colorful garden and an ocean of knowledge! I love my campus!
A perfect 300-word composition fragment for the senior high school entrance examination 1 wonderful playback 1. Even if there is more rain and longer time, there will be no rainbow, and the clouds will not show the stars. As long as you can look down and pray, you will always draw the rainbow of life and shine the stars of life ... —— Excerpted from the perfect composition "Starting from scratch" in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province. The source of knowledge is books.
If a person wants to keep up with the pace of the times, not to be abandoned by the times, and not to be a helpless laggard, grandma Liu in modern life must constantly obtain "living water" from the "source" to nourish her body and mind, constantly accept the watering of knowledge and swim in the ocean of knowledge.
Only in this way can we become the leaders of the times and the winners in the arena of life, instead of becoming a dry stream and a stagnant water! —— Selected from Sichuan Ziyang prose "The Source of Knowledge". I still remember that the act of benefiting others is often a matter of self-interest, and at the same time, it will bring many benefits.
Things have changed. In a society that advocates moral civilization and pays attention to legal order, let me dig up beautiful memories, don't be stingy with the extra gifts given by God, add a drop of oil to the lamp in my heart and light up the light of hope.
-The most beautiful lamp, the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination in Henan Province. 4. Start with "head", start with "nod" and start with "shake your head"! My friends, when you encounter something, you must think clearly, distinguish right from wrong, and stick to principles.
You must do it: shake your head when you should, say "no" when you should, and do it when you should! -Excerpted from the composition "Starting from Shaking Your Head" in Laixi City, Shandong Province, 5. We don't need to care about some trivial things in life at all. Let it go. This will not only make us lose nothing, but also expand my mind. Why not? However, for some important events, for some things that affect the overall situation, we must not let them! In short, let it go, not let it go! —— Selected from the perfect composition "Let nature take its course, don't let nature take its course" in Yangzhou City, Jiangsu Province. Mark? Twain said, "Why do people live? Maybe it's for the sweetness of cherry pie.
"Experience also has such power, which allows us to have a real understanding of different things, which not only makes us feel alive, but also allows us to truly enjoy the emotional touch, rational charm and the meaning of life.
Of course, first of all, you must have a keen, clear and grateful heart. Only in this way can we gain new experiences in the dribs and drabs of life.
-selected from the composition "Experience with Heart" in Lanzhou City, Gansu Province. 7. All this is the wealth that poverty has given me.
It is it that makes me understand the truth that "it is hard to buy a thousand dollars, but it is difficult to be young", and it also makes me remember that "a porridge and a meal are hard to come by; Half a silk and half a wisp, it is difficult to save material resources. " Such a simple conclusion.
Now, I really want to shout, poverty is definitely a kind of wealth! -selected from the prose "Poverty is also a kind of wealth" in Changsha, Hunan.
I like walking on the path where autumn leaves are dancing, which is the most charming place in autumn.
At the end of the path is a quiet grove. When I walked into the forest, I saw all kinds of fallen leaves covered with a thick carpet. Maybe Uncle Qiu is preparing for the coming of winter.
A gust of autumn wind swept away a large number of fallen leaves, which fell one after another, dancing like butterflies, spreading their wings like orioles and spinning lightly like dancers in the air.
Look at the leaves floating over there. The leaves are as golden as the sunset, with a faint orange color, as if the afterglow of the sunset had dyed the whole small forest red.
Facing the flying leaves, I quickly reached out and caught one.
Ah, what beautiful autumn leaves! Gently and thinly put on colorful flowers and clothes, and still glow golden in the sunset! As soon as I turned around, a peach leaf fell next to me. I bent down to pick it up and hold it in my hand to study a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet. It has completely receded. Green still exudes a strong fragrance.
Suddenly a red light flashed from my eyes and caught my attention.
I took a closer look at what it was. Hongguang turned out to be a maple tree.
I stood on tiptoe and touched them gently.
Pieces of smooth and delicate maple leaves lean together like brothers and are shaped like palms.
Especially their colors.
That kind of fiery red, red as a burning fire, seems to be dripping from the tip of the blade.
The fiery red maple leaves seem to warm my heart and make me feel the coolness of autumn wind.
Just when I was watching it with relish, I suddenly found myself stepping on a golden carpet.
A closer look shows that it is a "carpet" made of ginkgo leaves, and the sound of "rustling" is more comfortable than the real carpet.
This reminds me of Gong Zizhen's poem: Falling in love is not heartless, but sitting in spring mud is more protective of flowers.
I picked up a ginkgo leaf and observed it carefully.
Its surface is slightly rough.
A thin ginkgo leaf, how like a small cattail leaf fan, the wings of a butterfly! Long petioles drag behind leaves like long braids.
There seems to be no veins on the leaves. That's weird! Suddenly, a "Hua" shaking sound squeezed into my ear.
I suddenly looked up, and it was the sound of buttonwood leaves falling from the tree.
They sometimes descend slowly like parachutes; Sometimes it glides leisurely like a flock of flying swallows; Sometimes, it will fall with a series of swings ... I grabbed a plane leaf and observed it.
Its feel is not smooth.
Although the color is similar to that of Ginkgo biloba leaves, the veins are clearly visible, like a magical painted picture, which is very different from Ginkgo biloba leaves.
And the delicate palm leaves in Hollyleaf, where the pine leaves are still green despite the cold weather ... Everything is so lovely and moving.
It is the good news that autumn leaves bring people a bumper harvest; It is autumn leaves that decorate autumn.
Colorful autumn leaves, when the first autumn wind blows, you are falling from the branches. ...
Please indicate the source? Extract 250 words from the composition.