Every time I hear the familiar "Serenade", I will think of the unforgettable days of learning Hulusi.
Three years ago, I told my father with a childlike heart and a playful attitude that I wanted to learn Hulusi. Father didn't think much, and readily agreed. When I first started studying, I practiced music in an exemplary way every night. After studying for a week, I proudly serenaded my father, but what I got was not praise, but my father's dissatisfaction with me. He frowned and said jokingly, "You play cucurbit silk like sawing wood." This sentence is like a pot of cold water, which instantly reduces my boiling heart at 100℃ to-0/0℃. However, my father didn't continue to criticize me, but took me aside and reasoned with me kindly: "You should believe in your ability and don't give up because of a little setback." If you have not been tested by setbacks and hardships, how can you feel the joy of victory and success, don't you think? " Dad's words are like a key, which unconsciously opens the lock in my heart.
From that day on, I kept practicing every day, never stopping, for three hours at a time, and sometimes I even got blisters on my mouth, but I didn't cry out pain, so I gritted my teeth and continued to practice.
On the day of the exam, my father's teaching always lingered in my ears. I succeeded in blowing down the music for the grade test, and the big stone hanging in my heart also fell with the end of this music. I passed the third grade easily, and my feet were like stepping on a happy cloud. At this moment, I made up my mind silently: this is just a good start, and I must be admitted to 10. I happily ran to my father and said, "I passed the exam, and the judges and teachers all said I played well!" " "Dad didn't speak, just looked at me quietly. His eyes are like a deep pool of water, which seems to tell me that you are great, but you can't be proud. You still have a long time to study. Come on!
Frustration+effort = success. I know I still have a long way to go to learn cucurbit silk, and I need to continue to work hard. I want to turn setbacks into motivation and help me to succeed.
Write an article praising spring, the title is self-made, and the fifth grade composition is about 400 words. Don't be too profound. Spring leaves quietly in winter, and spring comes gently with light steps. Although Miss Spring came late, she was in the park.
Where is spring? In spring, among the newly sprouted willows, the willow branches in the park germinate and are green.
Small bud is like a girl in spring, dotted with countless green agates with magical brushes. The spring breeze is blowing, and the wicker seems to be
Door curtain.
Where is spring? Spring is on the green lawn. Around the lawn, there are bundles of Millennium dwarf trees, there are
Some are glowing green, and some are dazzling green. The Millennium Dwarf is a piece of green grass, look! Grass crawled out of the ground and looked around. Oh, it's spring. When the spring breeze blows, the grass nods to the spring breeze again and again, and then dances like a professional dancer. The lawn is like a big green carpet. I want to lie on the lawn, bathe in the sunshine and breathe fresh air. How comfortable!
Where is spring? Spring is in the gentle spring breeze. A breeze blows, and my face feels cool, like jasper.
This is spring!
Well, you should write a composition about scenery, people and things, about 600 words, at the sixth grade level, not too abstruse.
Snow, in my childhood, has a very deep memory. Snow, like an elf falling from the sky; Snow, like a small note jumping in the sky; Snow falls like a fairy. I like white and flawless snow. Every time I see snowflakes falling happily on the earth like elves, I am extremely excited. When snow came to this world, it decorated the world so beautifully. In my memory, there was a heavy snow that made me unforgettable. In the morning, I open the window. Wow, snow has turned this world into a clean and pure world. Snowflakes like goose feathers are flying all over the sky and falling from the clouds. I looked out of the window. The snow on the ground is thick and the roof is covered with snow. Branches and leaves are covered with silver. After a while, the snow gradually stopped, the golden sun smiled from the blue sky, the white fog gradually dispersed, and the silver earth sparkled in the sun, turning into a world of powder makeup and jade. I walked out of the house involuntarily, and what I saw attracted me. The snow on the ground was collected, like pieces of cream cake, and was scattered, like white flour. I touched the snow, and it was cold. I saw the path as white as snow, like a carpet; The car was covered with snow; Snow covered the lovely green grass; There is also thin snow on the road; There is ice floating on the river ... snow gives me a refreshing feeling. I like white and flawless snow.
Ask for a model essay about 500 words about home, not too abstruse. I only have two articles about taking you home in grade five, both of which are very warm.
Home is a heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring;
Home is a warm embrace, and home is the most beautiful paradise.
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On the way home, the wall covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata came into view, lush and full of green, which made people feel cool in hot summer. I just stopped cycling in front of the corridor of my apartment. Suddenly, a light and fast figure passed over my head. I was startled and looked up. It was a swallow that flew into the corridor. I followed the swallow's direction and saw a little swallow's nest on the wall of the corridor on the first floor. I don't know when it was established. It is as detailed as a small bamboo basket. I looked at the nest carefully, and then I saw a little swallow in the nest. Its shiny black feathers are dotted with two red pearl eyes. The little swallow is still sipping her mouth, and there is a big swallow beside her. She must be the swallow's mother. She is feeding the swallows mouth to mouth. The swallow that just flew in must be the swallow's father. He put the food he had just picked up from outside on the mother swallow.
I suddenly felt a warm current, a warm current rising. This is home!
Home is the heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring!
Home, how nice! Warm home is really nostalgic!
I tiptoed upstairs so as not to disturb them.
From then on, we can see such a scene every day: swallows fly in and out with food in their mouths, whispering and shouting, adding vitality and affection to our corridor.
Whenever night falls and the cold wind blows, three swallows snuggle in a small nest, sometimes snuggle together, chirping birds and conveying the fragrance of flowers in their hearts, which is very comfortable and quiet.
Home is a warm embrace, and home is a beautiful paradise!
Home, how nice! A warm home is really intoxicating!
The sun rises and the moon sets. Spring has come and winter has come. The little swallow grew up and flew in and out with the big swallow. Swallow's home has become a member of our whole dormitory. Swallow's home and our human family live in harmony and set each other off.
May the swallow's home be warm,
May all human homes be warm,
May all the homes in the world be warm. At 6 o'clock in the morning, I got up on time. Today, I'm in charge.
My parents are still sleeping, so I didn't disturb them. I quietly went out for a run as soon as I got up. On the way, while enjoying the fresh air in the morning, I conceived the arrangement for the whole day.
When I got home, I put the breakfast I bought on the table and my mother woke up. My mother was very happy to see me doing morning exercises as promised and going to buy breakfast. Because breakfast is bought outside, there is no need to wash the dishes. After dinner, I began to do my summer homework.
I don't know how long it took before I remembered: I want to clean up the house today, and I want to be the master! So, I tidied up the hall, living room and dining room first, and then I tidied up my bedroom with my parents. It is not a problem to do this work. Putting things on the table is like building blocks, and I don't feel tired, because I don't feel tired when I am happy at work.
At noon, my mother came back from work, probably because I didn't clean the floor. Under my reminder, she felt some changes at home. Because it is not perfect, I am worried about hearing * * "nagging", so I take a lunch box to the canteen to buy rice. Although it was agreed that I would buy lunch, my mother made a delicious plate of roast chicken wings neatly. It seems that I still have a lot to learn.
In the evening, I am responsible for washing the socks my parents took off. Because of my inexperience, I washed it for a long time, and my strength was stronger, and my hands were wrinkled in the water. Washing socks is a common practice. I won't wash it unless I have to. It's summer, but it doesn't matter. What if it is winter? Hands will be like carrots. It's really hard to miss mom.
I have been lying in bed, and it suddenly occurred to me that my mother always cleans the floor before going to bed. Do things thoroughly. So I forced myself to get up and do the last thing today. The mop should be rinsed in the bucket first to control the moisture, and then wiped. There is also a rubbing method: rubbing back and forth, which is labor-saving and clean. After cleaning the floor, rinse the mop again. I accidentally pinched my hand when squeezing water and cried out in pain. I really don't know what to do if grandma doesn't come to untie me.
Looking at my red fingers, I thought: My parents must have had many accidents at work. At first, they inevitably felt panic. With the passage of time, I gradually became familiar with this busy and hard life.
Compared with my mother, I didn't have a good life in this family for only one day, but my parents have worked hard for more than ten years. One day in the future, I will grow up and take on the responsibility of life like my parents. Isn't today's practice laying the foundation for the future? I don't know if I will do as well as my mother in the future, but I want to practice often in the future to make my mother work less and increase my confidence.
Ask for a composition with a middle level in Grade Three, about 800 words, not too abstruse. We are the sun in the morning, emitting infinite brilliance. We are the whistling wind, singing our beautiful songs heartily; We are the melody of youth, and let go of our youth. & lt-& gt；
In the highly competitive basketball game, boys are dancing and fighting for the glory of the championship, and many girls are cheering for them. In the morning, on the muddy playground, we boys and girls are doing neat and unified radio exercises with a unified rhythm, and the teachers present are praised by us; In every active class, we show ourselves on our own stage. ...
Youth is like this, a period of vigor and vitality, a period when we have fairy-tale dreams and are unrestrained, a period when we were so crazy.
However, the years of youth are ruthless, and they pass by in a blink of an eye. So have you grasped the precious years of your youth so that you won't regret those days when you are old? & lt-& gt；
I often hear my parents mention their old stories in their ears-saying that their family was too poor to study and spent their youth in vain. So let's study hard. Indeed, what they said is right. Youth is a good stage to accumulate wealth. Some people cherish it, while others waste it innocently; Some people burn the midnight oil in the silent night, while others play games in the game room all night. ...
What a pity! They wasted their precious youth in vain! & lt-& gt；
Wei Wei, a famous writer, once said, "Youth is beautiful, but one's youth can be mediocre, it can also radiate heroic fire, one can regret wasting one's time, and one can also reach glorious adulthood with solid steps." Wei Wei's words are worth remembering. How will our youth be spent?
Maybe we will live a mediocre life, maybe we will live a brilliant life ... but some aspiring celebrities have definitely had unforgettable youth.
Mao Yisheng, a bridge expert, was born in a poor intellectual family. He went to primary school at the age of 7, middle school at the age of 65,438+00, and college at the age of 65,438+05. He studied very hard, collected nearly10 million words in the library, had 200 reading notes, and was able to recite 100 digits after the decimal point of pi, ranking first in his class in every exam. ...
It was Mao Yisheng's efforts at that time that made him achieve so much! & lt-& gt；
There is a song that sings well, "My future is not a dream, I live every minute with my heart". I believe that as long as we grasp the years of youth, my bright future is not a dream. & lt-& gt；
Write a composition about ancient poetry, about 450 words, in the tone of fifth grade primary school, not too abstruse. At the age of four, I began to recite poems. Of course, adults forced me. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems. After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation. Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry. There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects. Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying to thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing at the sky and going out is our Artemisia selengensis people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, and I can't eat or drink. When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background. It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning. You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it. I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating. I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors. If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions. Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of my mother's care for me in the past, and a warm feeling comes to my mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can feel different and throb. This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem! Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. -Zhu Guangqian-Inscription (1) Poetry is special in the most ordinary. The earliest poems came from the ancient working people, who can be said to be the representatives of the lower Bali people. Later, it was gradually favored by literati, so Chun Xue like Nineteen Ancient Poems appeared. These are all things I just felt recently. I wasn't like this when I was a kid. (2) because of my good memory, I recited the five-character and seven-law of the Tang Dynasty almost once, and I never forgot it, but I can't taste the general rhyme. Even if there is, it is only a kind of obscurity of "the so-called Iraqis are in the water". Long-term swallowing dates eventually led to "indigestion" until I read Li Bai's "Into the Wine". Looking at that gray-yellow paper, I looked helpless. But I didn't know there was Gan Kun in it until I looked carefully. I was shocked by the first sentence-"didn't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?" It seems that I have been standing on the surging river bank, watching the Yellow River merge into the East China Sea with China's five thousand-year complex. There is an atmosphere of "a hundred rivers go east to the west" between heaven and earth, which makes me, like Li Bai, unable to see the lovely person in the mirror on the shelf. Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night. Reminds me of Zhang Jiuling's poem "Stay in the Clouds, Waste a Hundred Years" and Cao Cao's outlook on life "If the morning dew shows, it's hard to go to Japan". Seeing this, I feel a little depressed from my agitation just now.
Write a composition about China's New Year ... about 600 words in grade one ... Don't be too abstruse ... Time flies, it's too late to float to last year, and the new year is just around the corner. The New Year always gives people too much expectation and imagination.
I don't want the north wind to cover up the past, nor do I want the winter snow to cover up everything. How many memories and stories in the past, even pain or frustration, are worth remembering and reflecting. But I don't want to dwell on the past and suffer from the old shackles, even if it is success and glory. Because the past is the past after all, and it is a period in the life cycle. The new year is a new starting point, a new beginning.
Walk out of the dreary and lonely siege, stroll in the fresh space of nature and bathe in the sunshine and breeze of the New Year. After the solstice of winter, Shan Ye began to turn green, the thawed river flowed forward happily, and a little new green appeared on the head of the field, which was a good news for the New Year. You will sincerely feel how pleasant everything is and how beautiful life is in the new year.
Today, when I stand on the threshold of the New Year, a solemn and sacred feeling rises from my heart. The new year will be an unusual year, a year worth remembering for life. How many historical events will make you excited and proud this year? Everyone's life will turn a new page in this year, and they will redouble their efforts and make continuous progress. Many shortcomings in life will be made up in this year, career failures will be successful in this year, families will be healthier and happier, and love life will be more colorful in this year. In short, everything, everything, the new year is a golden road, let you boldly move towards the glory of life.
In the new year, there are many imaginations that everyone will interpret and realize with actions. No matter the replacement year after year, no matter the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the new year will definitely bring you new beauty!
Kneel down and beg the master to help me write a composition ~ not too abstruse ~ about 700 words ~/give it to me before kloc-0/9! Vanity can be said to be shared by all. Nowadays, most people, men and women, old and young, like to compare with others. It seems that if they win, they can prove how special and different they are.
In our class, there is this phenomenon, and it is still very common. Now it's our class's turn: get down on the ground, wow! A pair of shoes made by Nike, Adidas and converse come into view. The source of this phenomenon lies in students' vanity and love to compare with others. Look at everyone's schoolbags. The quality should be the best and the style should be the most fashionable. I think it is meaningless, just to show off the outside. What's the point? If you are competitive, but unable to get material satisfaction, then you will become withdrawn and inferior day by day.
Comparing with others is just to show off how rich you are, but what is really rich? Some people may say, of course, everything is superior materially, and you don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. But I think the real wealth should be in a person's heart, and no amount of money can buy a pure heart. If a person has a lot of wealth, but his mind has been defiled and has become dirty, then this person is a "walking corpse." No matter how rich he is, he can't help him purify his mind.
I remember one time, our class was reading early, and suddenly one of our classmates felt sick and nauseous. When her deskmate saw it, she shouted, "Ah-disgusting!" I ran away immediately.
This classmate is usually a famous brand and often shows off his wealth in class, but he has no pity at all. In the face of a patient, he is not concerned, but condemned.
Students, unnecessary comparison is like a fog, which blocks your future life and makes you live in confusion and fear. So, from now on, completely eradicate unnecessary comparisons from your life! Don't let it blind our eyes and uglify our hearts.
Real wealth should be to have a pure heart!
Occasionally, a 500-word composition should not be too abstruse, just a general level, and be quick! With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood has quietly passed away, but those scenes full of childlike interest have long been fixed in my memory.
When I was rummaging through things that day, I came across an album hidden in the cupboard for a long time. I opened it curiously, and the memory of my childhood was vivid.
Turning to the first page of the photo album reminds me of a funny story about picking strawberries with my father. Walking into the field, I learned from my father that I rolled up my trouser legs, wore a huge straw hat and held a plastic basin in my hand. After I was armed, I followed my father. I am small and walk like a duck because I have too many things with me. My father saw it.
"Ha ha ha ..." I laughed. This photo was taken when I was playing in Zhuhai. At that time, my brother and I chased around the marble square, running and running, with happy smiles on our faces from time to time. My mother took the photo when we were casual. When the photo was developed, I saw my brother really fly. It turns out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my brother just started dancing. When there are guests in the future. At this time, my brother will stare at me and make me laugh and cry.
Turning this page, we entered the photo taken in "Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife World". Behind my brother and I is an artificial tree, which opens its mouth fiercely as if to devour us. But my brother and I are still happy and carefree. ...
Looking at the photos full of childlike interest, I seem to have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old things, they are like glowing small shells, which will remain on the beach in my memory forever.
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No one can succeed without experiencing failure, and so can great men. On the road to success, we often encounter difficulties and dangers of one kind or another.
Only by not being intimidated by difficulties and facing them bravely can we achieve ultimate success.
It is very dangerous to study explosives. If the researchers are not careful, it may explode. Nobel visited various places and found that many places that mine and build roads still use manpower to work. The workers worked hard with pickaxes to dig hard rocks, sweating like a pig, but they could only dig a little. Nobel is determined to develop a powerful, safe and reliable explosive. However, one day in 1864, it happened in the laboratory.
The explosion killed five experimenters, including his brother and father. Although Nobel lost his relatives, it did not shake his determination to continue studying explosives. Later, by chance, he finally succeeded.
Coincidentally, Mei Lanfang practiced a good craft and paid a lot. In order not to let others look down on him, he vowed to become a master of art. He studies hard every day and often fails, but he still doesn't give up. No matter how difficult it was, he persisted. Finally, through my own efforts, I finally became a master of art.
In the face of setbacks and failures, we may be discouraged and our hearts may be shaken. However, if we want to succeed, we must never give up halfway. Because only perseverance can achieve final success, as Rand said, great people must never give up halfway. If there is any accidental opportunity for scientific discovery, then that kind of "accidental opportunity" can only be given to those who insist on doing things.
Some people, some things, you have never met, occasionally, in front of you; Some things you don't notice, occasionally, they will come into your heart.
I still remember that at noon in summer, my whole body was eroded by hunger, thirst and fatigue. I looked at the broken fan and sat on the sofa with the remote control pressed all the time.
"Sell sorbet! Fifty cents a piece! " A blunt and vague voice sounded in my ear, and my spirit refreshed, and the savior came! I took the money and ran downstairs. Sure enough, I have been struggling to sell or not. What a wonderful scene! The old man hunched his back and pushed a refrigerated truck almost twice her size, moving forward like a snail. The sun scorched her face crazily, and she kept wiping the sweat from her forehead. She is small and thin 1 How did she get through it?
As I walked, I said, "Buy an old popsicle." There was a faint smile on his wrinkled face and he picked out the refrigerator slowly and difficultly. Finally, he picked out the completely melted sorbet and handed it to me. I handed it to him, and he slowly picked out a small box the size of an old fist and a brand-new fifty cents. It can be said that I enjoyed the process, and I always smiled during the process. Yes, I am kind, but how are you? While other old people are comfortably watching TV at home, the old people around me are selling sorbets in the scorching sun! Can everyone appreciate the hardships of the elderly?
When I waved goodbye, I said with a smile, "Little girl, go home quickly. It's hot, go home quickly." "
Looking at the vague figure, the feelings of reverence and emotion faded for a long time. ...
Although she is over seventy years old, her sincere heart is bright and fiery! The wrinkles on her face are flowing rivers, her hunched back is majestic peaks, and her eyes are shining sun and moon!
Occasionally, the world is beautiful!
Ask for a weekly diary of about 500 words, not too profound, but simple. Today, we are no longer children playing house on the grass. Today, we are no longer primary school students who read aloud "the bright line at the foot of my bed"; Today, we bid farewell to childhood and move towards youth. With a vision for the future, we came to XXXX and entered the first day of life.
It's been two weeks since I started school, and I have a certain understanding of the new environment. There are also many feelings about life in the first grade.
On the first day, the first feeling is freshness. The campus is so clean and tidy, tree-lined; The teacher's lectures are so energetic and fascinating; Students get along so well, so happy; Modern libraries, audio-visual centers, network centers and laboratories make me linger. All this is very different from primary school, but I think it is very fresh and interesting.
On the first day, the second feeling was longing for the future. At the opening ceremony, we excitedly tied our best wishes to balloons and flew them into the blue sky. Everyone's wishes are varied, some want to be musicians and push China's traditional music to the world; Some hope to become journalists, so that all mankind is amazed at the rapid development of China today; Some people want to be writers and let people hear the faint voice in the corner of society ... The ideal can only be realized through action. In the three years of junior high school, lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards the goal step by step.
The first day, a little more emotion will make you nervous. In middle schools, especially excellent middle schools, the competition for study is fierce and there will be some pressure. If you are not careful, your grades will fall behind the team and you can't relax at all. You should always be in a state of learning. We must adapt to this tense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in three years of study.
On the first day of junior high school, I was both excited, expecting and nervous. But anyway, let's start from bit by bit and integrate into a new life. Let's face the life of senior one with a high-spirited attitude.