I like my mother's hands best. When I was a child, holding my mother's hand was like grasping the best happiness; Hold mother's hand and grasp safety; Holding my mother's hand, I found all the warmth.
When I was in kindergarten, I went home without telling the kindergarten teacher. My mother saw it, scolded me severely and punched me in the face with her hand. When I first entered primary school, I couldn't hold a pen or write, let alone study.
My mother holds my hand patiently every day and teaches me to write one by one. My mother is sweating like a pig every day. In the second grade, my mother and I went on a trip and reached out of the window involuntarily. Suddenly a bus passed by me, and my mother suddenly pulled my little hand back with those big hands.
My mother's hands are getting older every day, and they are not as delicate and smooth as before. If I could make one wish, I would ask God to make my mother's hands as smooth as before.
2. Describe a composition of 100 words written by my mother. In my memory, my mother's hands are delicate and smooth, my father's hands are thick and powerful, and my hands are white and tender. I like my mother's hands best.
When I was a child, holding my mother's hand was like grasping the best happiness; Hold mother's hand and grasp safety; Holding my mother's hand, I found all the warmth.
When I was in kindergarten, I went home without telling the kindergarten teacher. My mother saw it, scolded me severely and punched me in the face with her hand.
When I first entered primary school, I couldn't hold a pen or write, let alone study. My mother holds my hand patiently every day and teaches me to write one by one. My mother is sweating like a pig every day.
In the second grade, my mother and I went on a trip and reached out of the window involuntarily. Suddenly a bus passed by me, and my mother suddenly pulled my little hand back with those big hands.
My mother's hands are getting older every day, and they are not as delicate and smooth as before. If I could make one wish, I would ask God to make my mother's hands as smooth as before.
I wrote a composition of 100 words with a pen. Today, the teacher asked us to write with a pen for the first time.
When I heard this sentence, I was both excited and worried, because it was the first time we wrote new words with pens. If we make a mistake, we can't use an eraser like pencil writing, then we are in trouble.
When writing, I concentrate on every stroke so as not to make mistakes. It was very good at first, but then I accidentally wrote a wrong word. I was in a hurry, so I called my mother to ask what to do. Mom said, "What can I do? I have to cross it out and rewrite it. " After writing the new words, my mother said it was ok, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then I found that I was sweating because I was so nervous just now.
The next day, I handed in my homework with trepidation and thought: Is this ok? I wonder if I can pass the teacher? Alas, I have to wait until the homework is handed out.
It seems that if you want to write a good pen, it will not happen overnight. You should study hard and practice more at ordinary times!
Writing fascinates me. Life is a kaleidoscope, which shows us a colorful world. At the age of fifteen, I also had a blue sky and a paradise. My paradise is writing.
It was a winter. When I was only 8 years old, my mother asked my father to buy me a writing brush. At that time, many questions came to mind: what is a writing brush? Is it a pen? Suddenly, dad bought a brush, haha! This is the writing brush! There is long hair below, no wonder it's called a writing brush! Mother told me to pick up the brush and write quickly. I started writing as soon as I picked up the brush, but somehow, I kept shaking when I wrote, like a caterpillar, shuttling on the paper. My mother said to me, "Practice a brush stroke every night, and your brush stroke will surely advance by leaps and bounds." . After listening to my mother's words, I began to practice a word every night, learning simple strokes first, but the writing brush didn't seem to be mine. If I don't listen to me, if I tell it to go east, it will lean west. I told it to go west, but it went east.
I threw my pen on the ground and lay in bed crying. My mother told me to be patient from time to time. I wiped the tears from my face and picked up the pen on the ground again. It's fleeting I am 9 years old and my calligraphy has made great progress, but I am not proud. I have been practicing calligraphy. My calligraphy is now the highlight of our class. My calligraphy is symmetrical in structure and flexible in strokes. Everyone praised me for being so good at calligraphy. The pain of writing in those years melted into unspeakable happiness.
Writing has become a part of my soul.
What impressed me most in my memory was my mother's hand. Unlike many warm and soft hands, my mother's hands are rough. Even with a hundred hands, I can recognize my mother's hand quickly. My mother's left middle finger is hurt. It was when I was very young, my mother went to a nearby factory to work the night shift, so she was overworked and accidentally scraped off her nails by the machine. But when she is free, other people's children can, and my mother's hardworking hands also let me. I remember once, when I came back from kindergarten, my mother said I would eat fish at night. I'm very happy. I like fish best. But when my mother brought a plate of fish to the table, I pouted and complained, "Everyone eats big fish, and my family often goes to eat small fish." She began to cry. Mom said, let me see her hand. I was scratched twice while catching fish. I stopped crying at once and covered my mother's injured hand with my little hand in distress. My mother also squeezed my hand and smiled with relief. My mother not only often catches fish, but also picks lychees on the mountain. My mother let me know that what rich people can buy can be done with both hands. Buy vegetables and grow vegetables by hand: buy fish and catch them by the river. I went to primary school. Just then, my parents decided to go to Shanghai to do small business. I was very sad the day I left. My mother walked in front, I ran behind, and my grandmother chased after me. My mother finally stopped, picked me up and kissed me on my tearful face. My mother put me down, stroked my head with both hands and said, "Lulu, listen to grandma at home and study hard." My mother makes money in Lanzhou for the future. " I left without looking back. On the bridge near the village, my mother waved to me slowly, and I waved to my mother hard. I think my mother is in tears at this moment, but I just don't want her to see me. My mother called me every week when she first arrived in Lanzhou. At this time, I felt my mother beside me, holding me tightly with her warm hands. Every autumn, my mother will knit me a sweater, and then a warm current will rise in my heart. Knit a sweater at night. Now, my mother finally can't stand the pain of thinking about me and takes me to Shanghai to study. Every night, she always hugs me and looks at my homework. How happy I am at this time! How warm and trustworthy mother's hands are. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you forever!" " " .
6. Diary Daquan 100 Write a homework diary 1: Travel Notes.
Today is September 22nd, and our family went to Dazong Lake to play.
When I came to Dazong Lake Tourist Resort, I saw a boat made of reeds for the first time, called "Gulu Boat". I boarded the boat and looked down to see a group of small fish swimming in the water. They come in all kinds of colors, including flowers, red and golden yellow.
Then, we got on the boat and entered the reed maze. The waves behind the boat shook the reeds. There is a magpie nest in the tree by the lake, and the little magpie makes a "chirp" sound in the nest. The ship took us seven and eight turns and finally returned to the starting point.
I had a great time today!
Diary 2: I learned to steam egg soup.
Students, can you cook? I am sure this is not the case. Today, my mother asked me to cook a dish-steamed egg soup.
Let's take out a raw egg, break the middle part and take eggshells from both sides. Let the eggs fall into the bowl, then fill the bowl with half a bowl of tap water. Then, I took out a pair of chopsticks and opened the eggs in a rotating way. When it was cooked, I ate it with relish. Very happy!
Diary 3: I don't want to grow up
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I am so depressed recently, I can't tell my feelings, and I don't know why I am depressed! Being alive is boring. I always feel useless in all aspects of my work and life, probably because I have never suffered any setbacks since I was a child.
When I grow up, (oh, more accurately, I am old) I feel so fragile that I will break when I touch it! Live aimlessly every day and don't want to grow up. ...
Diary 4: Learn breaststroke
Today, I swam in Shen Yuan Gymnasium. The coach taught me to learn breaststroke today. He patiently and meticulously explained the basic essentials of breaststroke and showed me the movements. According to the coach's request, I learned breaststroke bit by bit. I am confident to learn breaststroke well and try to learn it early.
Diary 5: Exchange snacks
This afternoon, Teacher Duan praised my good composition and rewarded me with three pieces of candy. I ate two, and I was just about to give the rest of the candy to Wu Chengyun. At this moment, Zhang Hengjie interrupted me: "You give me this candy, and I will bring you strawberry cake tomorrow." Of course I was very happy to hear that, and my heart was full of joy, so I readily agreed.
7. Prose and calligraphy with less than 100 words, recalling the days when poems were strung together, it is inevitable to give a helpless sigh: there are also so many people who are on their way to youth, fearing that everything today will eventually drift away, separated by a distance that will never arrive.
Just because of the impeccable perfection of youth, it has become a burden in everyone's heart, for fear of a little attenuation. Remember the feeling that you were attracted by the plot and worried about the ending? In fact, for a chic soul, all this is a persistent childishness.
Every post station in life has its own unique artistic conception. As long as you regard everything you have experienced as a kind of wealth, as long as you look forward, you will know that even if youth will eventually end, you will start a more attractive journey with the joy of harvest.
8. Make use of the advantages of handwritten letters to write a composition of 100 words.
The other person is familiar with your pen and seems to see you in front of him.
2. Concise.
Type with electronic media, without serious thinking. If you make a mistake, start over. If you write by hand on stationery, you can't scribble. You must consider the words before you write. This requires caution and deliberation.
3. Improve your writing skills.
After more than 3000 years of writing evolution, Chinese characters have been stereotyped, and everyone has rhythmic beauty and contains its spirit. As a native of China, if you can't write beautiful Chinese characters, you forget your ancestors!
A piece of information at home is worth a ton of gold.
Write it in electronic media, and you will receive it immediately. However, it lacks the mood of anxious waiting. This is of great benefit to deepening family ties.
Disadvantages: China is very short of wood. If everyone writes letters, it will waste a lot of wood. Not conducive to environmental protection. )
9. Hard pen calligraphy 400 words Every time I open my exercise book, I see the "red five-pointed star" given to me by my teacher, and I think of practicing calligraphy as a child.
When I was 3 years old, my mother taught me to write my own name. I write every day and every week. In the third month, my mother happily said to me, "Feifei, it's amazing that you can write such beautiful words at such a young age!" After listening to my mother's words, my face was full of smiles.
Time flies, three or four years have passed in a blink of an eye. I am in the first grade of primary school. My mother asked me, "Do you want to learn calligraphy?" I replied without hesitation: "Yes, I am a hundred!" " My mother then asked me, "Do you have the patience to study? Don't give up halfway! " "Since you let me study and I like to study, I will study patiently and never be a deserter."
My mother took me to a painting and calligraphy class in Yan Zhenqing. The teacher asked me to take out my pencil, write the numbers with the word Gri, and write a few more strokes slowly, such as: class, grade, milk, mother ... After writing with a pen for a while, I began to write with a brush. The teacher asked us to take out the writing brush first and teach us how to hold the pen. The teacher corrected the wrong pen holding posture for us below. Let's keep a posture. Time is not long, my hands are shaking with fatigue, my waist is numb with fatigue, my legs are weak with fatigue, and sweat the size of soybeans oozes from my face. I held on motionless. I found that all the students around me gave up one by one. The teacher didn't stop. Take me as an example for my classmates. The teacher taught us stroke by stroke again. Teach us how to write, start, carry, return and collect.
After sweating again and again, crying again and again, and failing again and again, I saw success again and again. I participated in many competitions in the school and county, and also won many awards, certificates and trophies.
"There is no cold, plum blossoms are fragrant." Write a word like this. Being a good student is even more so.