Every Saturday afternoon, I have to go to training classes, and this time is of course no exception. But due to the rush of time, I hurriedly collected my schoolbag and walked out of the house. When I got to school, the moment I opened my schoolbag, I was dumbfounded: I'm done, I forgot my pencil case.
There were only three minutes left before class, and I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, spinning around. I originally wanted to borrow a pen from the boy at the same table, but we are from different schools and we are not very familiar with each other after all. How can I be embarrassed! I had no choice but to ask the girl behind me: "Yu Min, can you lend me a pen?" When Yu Min heard that I was here to borrow something from her, she immediately put away the smile on her face and pretended to be very embarrassed. He refused me with various reasons: "No, I only have these few pens, and they are not easy to use. I can't lend them to you." Yu Min refused to lend me, and I was extremely disappointed and felt that I was not good enough. Face, my face is hot. In desperation, I had no choice but to ask Zhao Xin for help. Because I was rejected the first time, I was very worried this time, afraid of how embarrassed I would be if Zhao Xin didn’t borrow it either! With an uneasy heart, I said, "Help, Zhao Xin." "Want me to help you?" Zhao Xin raised her head, and I saw her from her bright, spiritual eyes. Sincere and generous. I'm not worried anymore and my face isn't as red as it was in the beginning. "Can you lend me a pen?" "No problem, I have many pens anyway, you can choose the one you like!" She handed me the pencil case without hesitation. "Really?" I didn't believe it. You know, most of her pens are very beautiful. She nodded affirmatively: "Well, really." I took a pen at random and quickly returned the pencil case to her, saying, "Thank you so much, Zhao Xin." "You're welcome, classmates don't help classmates. Who?" Looking at the smile on her face, I felt a wave of gratitude in my heart.
Zhao Xin is so friendly to her classmates and helps any one of them without asking for anything in return. Her spirit helps me move forward.
A first-grade child's composition about borrowing things from others
My uncle gave me a bag of cherries. I opened it and saw, wow! The cherries are so beautiful! Some of them are yellow, some are red, and all of them are small, exquisite and crystal clear. No wonder people often use them as a metaphor for 'cherry mouths'.
They are so cute! Just looking at it makes people salivate.
Looking at the charming appearance of the cherries, I couldn't help but wash them all, wanting to taste them quickly.
After washing, I picked up one and put it in my mouth.
Wow! It tastes sweet and slightly sour, so delicious! I ate one after another, and the taste was always so delicious.
I ate a lot at once, but they were so small and had such a big core inside. My mother stopped me before I could get enough of them.
My mother said: "I can't eat it anymore."
"Why?" I don't understand what my mother said.
I thought: Does mom want to eat these cherries all to herself? My mother said: "You ate so much at once, are you not afraid of diarrhea? Put the rest in the refrigerator and eat it later.
"Oh, I had no choice but to put down the cherries, because I was most afraid of diarrhea. .
The feeling of diarrhea is very bad, and the stomach hurts.
The beginning of the essay about borrowing things for a moment of warmth to get straight to the point
The warmth a person can feel may be long-lasting or momentary. Warmth can also come from anyone, parents , relatives, friends, teachers, strangers, may also be your enemies. No matter what, you must cherish the warmth of this price. Today, we are training in the national flag class in full swing, and we have begun the assessment. Like the lucky ones, I was selected to be the assessor. The assessment started, and each group of teams went very smoothly. When there were still one or two groups left, I suddenly raised my head until my eyesight turned black, and I was a little unsteady. I spread my legs, trying to keep my balance, but it didn't work, and I fell down in the end. When I fell to the ground, I slowly regained consciousness. Peng Shuyu and Ma Yujie next to me quickly came over to help me, and asked me how I was doing. While calling my mother, for a moment, I suddenly felt like I was being cared for. They helped me to the classroom on the first floor, brought my schoolbag over, helped me find sugar water, and waited with me for my mother to come. Suddenly , I feel very warm in my heart, and I feel like I have a way out right in front of me. I thank them for helping me when I needed help the most. I am usually very independent and strong, and I never thought that I would be cared for like this. Feeling. After that time, a piece of ice in my heart melted, like a warm spring breeze, flowing into my heart. There are many warm moments in a person's life, and in the constant warmth, don't doubt it , because we are not pretending to be sentimental, but are showing true feelings. Please cherish every warm moment around you.
Composition using objects as metaphors for people
That green ivy In 1963, when I was in the third grade of junior high school, I wrote an essay called "A Portrait" about a teacher who taught me plane geometry.
His teaching is very interesting, and he is also very interesting, so I thought this essay was very interesting.
Recommended by my Chinese teacher, this essay actually won the prize in the Beijing Children’s Essay Competition.
Of course, I'm very happy.
One day, the Chinese teacher brought me a big thick notebook and said: "Your composition is going to be printed into a book. Do you know who revised it for you?" I opened my eyes wide and was a little confused.
"It's Mr. Ye Shengtao!" The teacher handed me the big book and said, "Look at how carefully Mr. Ye revised it. You can learn a lot from it!" I opened the book and opened it. Look, there are 20 winning essays in this essay competition.
I turned to my essay and was stunned: the first thing that caught my eye was the red modification symbols and the small words added after the changes. They were densely packed, and there were red circles everywhere on the pages. , hook or straight line, curve.
That essay was like someone who had undergone major surgery and was bleeding and wearing bandages.
When I got home, I carefully read Mr. Ye’s revisions to my composition several times.
The title "A Portrait" was changed to "A Portrait", and I immediately felt the accuracy of the wording.
There are a lot of revisions like this, and there are also many places where long sentences are broken into short sentences.
I remember one point very clearly: "Why did you take off the book cover of the geometry textbook?" Mr. Ye changed it to: "Why did you remove the book cover of the geometry textbook?" Delete the verb "bao" in the original sentence to make the sentence cleaner and more standardized.
It is more accurate to change "book cover" to "book wrapping paper", because the book cover can be considered as the cover of the book.
I really benefited a lot from it. After all, watching the fire from a distance is different from being there.
This not only made me see all the shortcomings in my composition, but also made me realize the difficulty of the literary career: without great efforts and meticulousness, it is difficult to achieve great success.
Although I have never met Mr. Ye in person, I felt his seriousness, peace and warmth from his corrections, like the spring breeze blowing on my face.
Mr. Ye wrote a brief comment after my essay: This essay is all about specific facts, and the specific facts reveal his respect for Teacher Wang.
If Xiao Fuxing had not been deeply moved by these things about painting, he would not have been able to write so kindly and naturally." This short comment built up my confidence in writing. < /p>
I was only 15 years old at the time, a young kid, but I was able to receive guidance and encouragement from a great writer who was well-known in the literary world at home and abroad. You can imagine the excitement in my heart and the surge of confidence and enthusiasm. Fantasy is like a flying bird flapping its wings.
That is a thought that only children of that age can have.
This summer, the Chinese teacher found me. I said, "Mr. Ye Shengtao wants to invite you to his home! "I was surprised.
A great writer like Mr. Ye Shengtao actually wanted to meet a junior high school student. Naturally, I regarded it as a major event in my life.
The weather was very good that day. .
In the afternoon, I came to a small but quiet alley on Dongsi North Street.
Mr. Ye’s granddaughter Ye Xiaomo greeted me at the door.
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The courtyard is a typical quadrangle, bright and elegant. As soon as you enter the courtyard, a wall of green ivy jumps into your eyes, which makes the summer heat suddenly reduce a lot, and the sunlight turns green, like a gentle Like an elf, blurry light spots were dancing on it.
Ye Xiaomo led me to the living room, where Mr. Ye was already waiting at the door.
He saw me. He shook hands with me as if meeting an adult, and the distance suddenly made me feel a lot shorter.
After sitting down, he asked my age in a strong Suzhou accent and said with a smile: " You are the same age as Xiaomo! "So casual and kind, the mysterious aura above the writer's head disappeared, and my sense of restraint disappeared.
The greater the writer, the more approachable he is. It turns out that he is as kind to people as an ordinary grandfather. .
It’s interesting to think that that afternoon, Mr. Ye didn’t talk about my award-winning essay, nor about writing.
He didn’t teach me any secrets of literary creation.
On the contrary, he asked me several times about my academic performance in various subjects.
I said that I had won merit medals for several years in a row, and my academic performance in liberal arts and science was still good. Not bad.
He said: "That's good! People who love literature should not only read books on liberal arts, but must read more books on various subjects.
"He also asked me to memorize the dynasties in Chinese history. I did not memorize them all, and even recited some of the dynasties in reverse order.
He also said: "We Chinese must do this. Know your own history, let alone those who engage in literature if they don’t understand our history.
"I know this is a criticism of me and an expectation of me.
Our conversation was very harmonious, as if I was not a child, but an adult, an old friend of his .
The seriousness contained in his kindness and the tolerant expectation in his simplicity melted my little heart, so that I didn’t know when dusk would come and quietly dyed the window lattice red with the sunset.
I once again saw the ivy on the wall in the courtyard. It was so green in the dusk, like a thick lake, reflected on the glass window of the living room, swaying constantly, making it look like a tiger. angry.
At that time, I had just read an essay "Creeper" written by Mr. Ye, and asked: "Is that article "Creeper" about them?" He smiled and nodded: "Yes, that was written a few years ago!" As he said that, he squinted his eyes and looked at the ivy outside the window.
I don’t know what the old gentleman was thinking of at that moment.
I should be glad that this is the first time in my life that I have met a writer. He is such a great writer, a writer whose character and works are exemplary.
His talk of equality, sincerity and generous expectations for a child made the summer when I was 15 years old full of life and vitality, as if that summer had lasted longer.
I seem to know or vaguely understand: this is what writers do, and this is how writers write their works.
At the same time, in front of my eyes, the ivy is always so green.
I want a 600-word essay with dialogue between characters, with the theme of borrowing things or mopping the floor. Choose one.
I didn’t know it was you who wanted to borrow a book.
When Xiao Wang handed the book to this comrade, her eyes widened in surprise. You should not be allowed to borrow books in the rain and waste your precious time: "Prime Minister: "These books According to regulations, books cannot be borrowed out and can only be read in the library.
I should send it to you: "Ah! You, you are Premier Zhou!" Xiao Wang felt regretful and sad, little comrade.
He put the umbrella by the wall and walked towards Xiao Wang with a smile.
Sorry, the door creaked open, and a person walked into the room with the sound of wind and rain.
The umbrella in his hand was dripping with water, and the rolled-up trousers were already soaked, like the sea in the wind and rain.
After checking the information, the Prime Minister stood up, said goodbye to Xiao Wang, and encouraged: "You must do a good job in the library!" "Well, I will definitely listen to the Prime Minister.
"The other party had no choice but to hang up the phone.
In the library, he asked the girl to lend him some reference books. It was so quiet that it made people feel bored. The wind and rain outside were so strong, "No one will come to borrow books.
" Xiao Wang thought.
Suddenly.
Xiao Wang looked at the Prime Minister who was concentrating on studying, and his heart was up and down. This was good.
Things cannot be done well without rules and regulations.
" Premier Zhou finished.
"Hey, she murmured, I'm so sorry for you, you take care of your books very well," the Prime Minister replied with a smile, " There is a system, so just pick up the book, sit at the table, and read it carefully, and do your library work well.
"Xiao Wang excitedly replied, "Excuse me, is this the library?" A voice came from the phone, "I would like to borrow some books, can I borrow them?" "This is Beidaihe Library.
What books do you want to borrow?" said the librarian Xiao Wang.
When the person on the phone said which books they were, Xiao Wang told him apologetically
Composition of self-description of items
Self-description of pencil case Hi, everyone , I am a pencil case.
I am wearing an orange coat, divided into two layers, one layer is my pocket.
My pockets are quite useful.
Look, pull up a zipper and enter a space. This is the storage room.
As soon as I came out, I saw three seats. Let me tell you, this is a high-end bedroom. Most people can't live in it. Only three elected officials can stay.
Finally, I introduce you to the multifunctional layer.
Many cards, notes, etc. can be stored here.
This is not only a paper base, but also a hide-and-seek resort for stationery and a financial warehouse.
The other floor is the main bedroom, where common people live.
Here in the morning it is time to serve the master.
It was very lively at night, with people flirting, performing arts, and doing work...
I have a picture face, which is used to help the little master.
My little master and I are inseparable good friends.
In my studies, I help my little master; in my life, my little master takes good care of me.
I am very important to the little master, and she also listens to my advice.
I remember one time, the little master left me at home because he was too careless.
As a result, I came back with a sad face at noon, and then said to me: "Where have you gone? I can't write without you, so I borrowed a pen, but in my heart I felt that it would be better if you were here." I was thinking about you all the time in class and didn’t listen to any of the classes.
"I wanted to comfort the little master, but I felt that I should educate her, so I said sincerely: "This is all caused by your carelessness. Remember, one mistake can lead to eternal hatred.
We must get rid of our sloppiness.
"The little master nodded and went to find her mother again.
I heard the little master say to her mother: "Mom, if the pencil case retires, I won't I abandoned it because it is my close friend and my first teacher.
"I feel happy listening to this sentence.
The little master likes me, and I also like the little master.
An article about not returning borrowed things English composition
Study maths one day, I was very happy, because mathematics has been my strengths, at ordinary times topic I will be the teacher in class. Exams e down, I'm serious to write name, class, student id, *** all red patted me I write this, go back and ask her what's the matter, she said: my pencil is broken, can you lend me a pen? I think, the teacher said that my clas * **ates to help each other, not selfish, so, I'm glad to lend her a pencil.┏ （^ω^）=?
Write a poem about my most precious () (item) An essay about using objects as metaphors for people
I have not been very bold since I was a child and tend to shrink back when encountering difficulties.
From the day of my eighth birthday this year, a precious gift inspired me. My character has changed a lot.
On my eighth birthday, I received many gifts, especially a poem "Holding Hands in Love" given to me by my parents, which they wrote with great care. Blessings for my daughter, after my mother recited this poem with emotion, I felt that suddenly I had grown up, and I wanted to dare to face all difficulties like what was written in the poem.
I deeply remembered it. I remember a few of the sentences: "If you are an eagle, you must soar into the sky; if you are a fish, you must dare to cross the dragon's gate; if you are a poplar, you must challenge the sky; if you are a strong child, you must dare to face everything."
These words deeply inspire me, and I will think of them whenever I encounter any difficulties or setbacks.
This summer, I signed up for a roller skating class. , as long as I fall behind, I will be discouraged, and then I will simply lose my temper.
Because of this, my mother has told me many times, but I just don’t want to face difficulties and failures and always control.
But now when I fall behind, I feel more confident when I think of this poem. I will continue to slide. No matter what my ranking is, as long as I try my best and work hard, I will be the best. The best.
A few days before the start of school this year, my mother and I went to Yuntai Mountain.
We went to Tanpu Gorge first, and then to Macaque Valley. By the time we reached the halfway point of Macaque Valley, I was already exhausted and didn’t want to go up the mountain.
At this time, I remembered the poems my parents wrote to me. I want to be a strong child.
So I mustered up the courage again and finally climbed to the top of the mountain.
When I stood on the top of the mountain and looked down, I had a panoramic view of the mountains. I felt like I was a winner, and I truly experienced the joy of success.
It's true that "how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without being chilled to the bone"! Today is the first day of school. The new grade will bring new changes and the new life will bring new challenges. I secretly made up my mind that I have a magic weapon and I am not afraid of anything. I will be a strong child.
A 50-word essay about using something to express the emotions of a certain place
One day after school, I was walking home when I suddenly felt I stepped on something and lowered my head. At first glance, it was a small grass.
I gently moved my feet away and squatted down to take a look. I saw that inconspicuous grass growing alone in the open space, helpless, but it was just such a tree. The inconspicuous grass is stepped on by people day by day, but it stands up again and again and continues to grow. This seemingly weak grass has grown in the harsh winters one after another. , Yingfeng Aoxue survived.
People have to be surprised that such a small piece of grass has such tenacious vitality. When faced with dangers and setbacks again and again, it never bows its head and always faces it with its tenacious vitality. Yes, this exactly corresponds to the poem, "The grass on the original plain dries up and grows with each passing year. The wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows."
When we encounter various difficulties in our daily life and study, we are often intimidated by the difficulties, choose to retreat, and achieve nothing in the end.
In the future, I will learn from Xiaocao’s tenacious spirit, face setbacks, persevere, never give up, and overcome difficulties through my own efforts.
Borrow correction tapes for composition 600 from classmates
On Sunday, I had nothing to do and wanted to tidy up my desk.
It turned out that there were many correction tapes in the drawer, and they were all broken.
Some are barely used.
Throw it all away. I spent a lot of money to buy it. I feel so distressed.
Maybe it can be fixed! Anyway, let’s give it a try.
I took apart the upper and lower sides of the correction belt and saw a gear and two turntables.
The long tape outside the turntable is in a mess, no wonder it can't be turned.
I carefully fixed the tape on the turntable with transparent glue, wound it tightly one by one, and then put the lid on.
After a try, it’s 0K.
My confidence has greatly increased.
After more than two hours of repairing, I finally fixed 3 of them.
I was so happy that I jumped three feet high. Hard work really paid off! The next day, my deskmate Chen Ning’s correction was broken.
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get out.
Seeing his anxious and annoyed look, I volunteered: "I repaired my own correction tape yesterday, how about I help you repair it too?" As if he had met a savior, he quickly corrected it. Pass the belt to me.
Fortunately, the damage was not too severe.
I tinkered around with Sirala and fiddled with it for a while, and it actually worked.
Chen Ning was beaming with joy, and I also felt that I was so capable! In the afternoon, Jiang Tao's correction tape also broke.
Chen Ning took it upon himself to take over this business for me.
Several classmates gathered around to watch. I couldn’t live up to expectations.
I was a little nervous and carefully fiddled with the correction tape, my palms getting sweaty.
I don’t know which gods are helping me, but I still managed to fix it in a daze.
Jiang Tao thanked me cheerfully. The classmates admired me very much and gave me thumbs up.
Haha, the excitement in my heart cannot be described in words.
The business of repairing correction tapes expanded rapidly: Huang Luli's, Guo Yuting's... I was a little troubled because I had a lot less time to play.
However, I am still very happy. I can help everyone. What a wonderful feeling!
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