My study is located in a room near the balcony. There is a desk in the study. Although small, it is very useful. Although not luxurious, it looks simple and perfect. It accompanies me day and night and is my inseparable friend. On the study table, there are many books I like to read: 100,000 Why, Naughty Ma Xiaotiao, etc., which China children are most interested in; There are "composition with pictures" and "excellent composition" to help me improve my writing level. And my good friend Xinhua dictionary, no one talks. There is my eye protection lamp on the middle floor, which can prevent my myopia; There is also a book holder, which can fix the position of the book for me to read and study. There is also a special cabinet under the desktop, in which I put all kinds of exercise books, some paper for drawing and all kinds of stationery. At the bottom of the desk is my little private space, which hides my little secret. As for what it is, hey hey, I won't tell you. How about my little study? Not bad, is it? It is my Little Paradise of learning and knowledge. Usually when I come home from school, I sit in this small study and do my homework and read books. I will paint, do manual work, listen to tapes and read books here on rest days. I really enjoyed it. I was fascinated by books.
The small study is my bosom friend and my charging room. She is my teacher, teaching me to understand, making me wise and helping me become a talent! No matter what happens, no matter how upset I am, I will find a small study, talk to her and spend time with her. I remember one weekend, after I got into the small study, I picked up Robinson Crusoe and read it. The more I read, the more fascinated I became. My heart was touched by the story in this book. I deeply sympathize with Robinson's unfortunate experience and admire Robinson's persistent spiritual quality. After reading this book, I understand that in my later life, no matter what difficulties I encounter, I must persevere and try my best to overcome them, especially in my studies. From then on, whenever I encounter learning problems and want to back down, I will think of Robinson's indomitable spirit in the face of difficulties and inspire me to stop until I overcome the problem. In this way, a series of learning problems have become my underdogs, and my academic performance has gradually improved.
Ah! A little study promotes my growth. The small study taught me the truth of being a man one after another, and let me know the true meaning of life one after another. I love my study.
Jiangsu Province Danyang Zhengze Primary School (North Zone) Branch No.3
My favorite book, after reading "The Grass House", has 600 words of writing.
I remember the taste of innocence when I was a child, and I remembered the childish words and funny stupid words that children said.
In countless dreams, I went back to my childhood: digging earthworms barefoot in the mud; Lying in the mother's arms; Licking the fragrance left by my childhood with my tongue … I lay by the river again and again, looking up at the veiled moon and looking straight at the sparkling water. I really want to shout: I want to go back to my childhood. Yes, how unforgettable childhood is!
When I walked into the hut in Cao Wenxuan, when I read Lu He's insistence on personal dignity; Tough character under the weak appearance of paper moon; Du Xiaokang's struggle after he suddenly became an out-of-school child from superior family conditions; Teacher Jiang Yilun and Bai Niao girl are doomed to hopeless and tragic love; When Sang Sang faced illness and faced life and death calmly, I remembered my childhood.
My childhood was a colorful rubber band-
Two children stand on both sides and let other children dance in the middle: car, Didi, Malay flower 21, 28256, 28257, 2829311; 38356, 38357, 3839411... immature children's voices are humming gently, everyone's face is filled with happy expressions, and their calves are flying on the rubber bands. Even if they accidentally fell, they didn't cry. They patted the dust on their bodies and then jumped. ...
My childhood was a feather-
Chicken feathers fly with the wind, sometimes high, comparable to geese; Sometimes low, like a dragonfly flying shallowly. Sometimes the wind blows into the river and sets up a boat on the lake; Sometimes the wind blows it into the reeds, making it a paradise for bugs and even reed-leaf kites!
In a blink of an eye, childhood has become a distant memory, waving to me on the other side of the river, farther and farther away ... just like the foggy river, although we used to play in its clear waves without any worries, now we can't set foot on it anymore. Only with that deep memory can we enjoy this pleasure again in our dreams.
After reading The Straw House, I understand that childhood is a straw house full of sunshine. She reminds us of romance, warmth and innocence, and everything is beautiful. She is quiet, warm, distant and eternal. ...
National day composition: my family composition is 800 words.
Grandma said that before liberation, because of the flood in my hometown, my grandparents led my underage father to live a life of begging along the street. 1949 after the national liberation, the government provided shelter to those homeless people. Of course, grandma's house is no exception. Although it is a very simple house with cages and helmets on all four walls, grandparents finally have a stable home.
In the early 1960s, after his father joined the work, the family moved into the small bungalow allocated by his father's unit. It is a row of herringbone red tile houses, and the walls are also made of red bricks. Although I live in a semi-bungalow, with the birth of several brothers and sisters, one and a half houses are obviously not enough to live in. My father used the limited space in front of the house to build a small bungalow and a small kitchen, so that the family could barely make ends meet.
At that time, it was better to live in a bungalow on sunny days, and the most feared thing was rain and snow. Although, before the rainy season comes every year, my father has to go to the roof to re-cover the places that often leak rain, even so, on rainy days, the corners of the house will still leak rain.
I remember one night, I was sleeping. Suddenly, something dripped on my face and I got up with a scream. At this time, my sister and brother who shared a room with me were woken up by me, only to find that the room began to leak rain in several places. My sister and brother quickly found pots, barrels and other utensils and put them in the leaking place of the room. At this time, the father who heard the news quickly took the sticky cloth and went down the ladder to the top of the building regardless of the darkness. Because the roof is herringbone, every time I watch my father put the house on the roof, my heart is always tightly gripped.
That's not enough. The most terrible thing is that it's snowing. Every time it snows, my father goes to the roof to sweep the snow. It's freezing and snowing, and I'm always worried that my father will accidentally slip off it. Once, because the snow was too thick, my father slipped when sweeping the snow on the roof because he used too much force. My father began to slide down from top to bottom. I saw that my father was about to slide down. Just as some bricks were blocking the edge of the roof, my father finally approached. That is, from then on, I began to look forward to when I could live in a building, and I was no longer afraid.