Last weekend, I sat on the sofa and wrote a composition online. I was very busy. I skillfully logged into Wang Chuang and saw my user's head. "It's ugly!" I said to myself. Click the "modify my avatar" option, "I need to change my avatar." I said.
When the webpage opened, I chose to show off in front of the camera, but remembering what my father said to me, "It's not good to take pictures of myself as an avatar", I gave up this choice and clicked the "upload pictures" option. Then search from "My Computer" to "My Documents" and from "My Documents" to "My Computer".
"Today is really back!" I sat on the ground and saw my little vase. "ah! Why not use the picture of this vase as an avatar! " I grabbed the vase, and then I chose "use camera". Then, while moving the mouse, I adjusted the position of the vase: "left … right, a little more … OK!" " I clicked on the "shoot" picture and shot it successfully. "Well done!" I almost jumped for joy. Suddenly, the vase accidentally touched the wire and slipped out of my hand-"Bang!" The vase was broken, glass fragments flew everywhere, and stones were scattered all over the floor.
"Trouble!" My heart suddenly trembled: "What should I do? If my parents know, they will definitely kill me! " ""that's it! "I sneaked into the toilet, took out my broom and dustpan, and began to' clean up the crime scene' when my mother was playing games: I swept away debris and stones, wiped them with paper towels, mopped them with mops, and finally cleaned up the scene.
In the evening, the family sat on the sofa watching TV, and I felt uneasy and anxious. I tried to admit my mistake several times, but I thought it was my father's favorite thing and my father's hot temper, so I finally chose silence.
The thing that worried me so much finally appeared! Cautious mother found the vase missing, and father looked everywhere. I pretended to find it, too
Dad asked me, "Did you break the vase?" I strongly deny it. Mother said, "Don't wronged the child, he is more anxious than us." I was ashamed to hear my mother's words, but I still didn't have the courage to tell the truth.
The matter went away, and the storm finally passed, but the troubles in my heart also followed and increased day by day. I think: if people don't know, they have to do it themselves. What if mom finds broken glass? What if I accidentally spill the beans? How disappointed my parents will be if they know that I lied! These thoughts and ideas are like a mountain weighing on my mind.
From this, I understand the basic truth of being a man: to be honest, to admit mistakes, and to correct them when you know them, so that you can live happily. It's never too late to mend. I made up my mind to tell my parents the truth at the right time.
2. Is there a colorful stationery background for writing articles in your blog? You can write articles on pictures. First of all, thank Sina for its support of our online life! Let our life be wonderful because of blogs! The problem you mentioned needs to be solved by copying and pasting the code! The specific steps are as follows: copy code-control panel-add blank panel-check select source code (checkmark appears in the document, DIV paste code appears)-check select source code (checkmark disappears)-save new panel-customize personal homepage. Introduction: QQ, IP address, scrolling handwriting, scrolling pictures, writing articles with pictures on both sides, writing articles with pictures, making blog background, changing blog font color, changing blog page Sina, adding music, adding CCTV video, calendar, FALSH, mouse, countdown, status bar, rabbit crow board, astrology, calendar, picture effect, text effect, table making, etc.
I hope you can find the "decoration materials" you want. My blog: I sincerely wish your blog more and more energetic and your home more and more beautiful! Finally, let's thank Sina for its support! After all, how can you have your favorite Sina blog without Sina? Blog is our carefully planned home on the Internet, and the quality of the home depends on our maintenance and decoration. So we have the responsibility to decorate our home well! Let the home become beautiful and prosperous.
If you want a composition with suitable stationery, please help dear teacher Pan.
howdy
Trees can't grow without sunshine and rain, and only selflessness can be full of vitality. You are the most respected teacher in my heart. On the surface, you abide by the canon and are serious, but we can still feel your warm and fiery heart. ...
I used to be a smug student and didn't know what to ask for. Because I think studying is boring. The composition is the same, unremarkable. But that spring, you came and served as the Chinese teacher in our class. Since then, I have developed a strong interest in Chinese.
In every Chinese class, you will be colorful and fascinating. It brings us the beautiful scenery of Xiushan, vivid ancient poems and places us in the environment. From each text, we not only learned colorful cheese, but also led us to grow up happily and interestingly and realized the true meaning of life. With the growth of age, my composition level has also improved. These are all closely related to you. Every time I review and correct my composition, I always circle those good words and correct my mistakes without mercy. You never let go of any typo, even a punctuation mark. How inspiring your comments are. You will appreciate every progress very much, which greatly encourages me. Since then, I have established my determination to write a good composition. So my composition level is getting deeper and deeper. It is you who taught us that dripping water wears away the stone, and diligence can make up for it. Teacher, you always care about our life as soon as possible, and your serious and responsible attitude exerts a subtle influence on us.
Dear teacher, you are like a fire, igniting the fire in our hearts; You are the stone steps, bearing our steady progress step by step; You are a candle, burning your youth and illuminating our life! You have given us endless knowledge. It is you who let me appreciate the vastness of knowledge, and you let me understand the truth of being a man.
I will thank you for your efforts and progress!
Wish you all the best.
All the best, youth forever.
Your student: Zhang Moumou.
4. Write a short essay on a piece of manuscript paper with warm memories as the topic. The footsteps of the years keep walking and are fleeting. In a blink of an eye, I have spent more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter, but the memories of each season are unique, unique and eternal.
Spring, the spring I remember is flying kites in the field. Running on soft soil, with a spool in one hand and a kite in the other, we should compete with our friends who can fly highest. Don't mention how happy you are to watch your kite fly high into the sky! I cheered. Kites, large and small, are more colorful against the blue sky and sunshine in spring.
Summer, the summer I remember is swimming in the sea. That summer vacation, I came to the seaside. Although it is swimming, it is just playing in the sea with a lifebuoy. It's so comfortable to bask in the sun and soak in the sea! When a wave came, I was pushed to the shore by the wave, and then I played with sand on the beach on the shore and made a sandcastle. ...
Autumn, the autumn I remember is collecting leaves in the Woods. Autumn wind blows and leaves fall, so the ground is covered with a golden carpet, which is thick and soft. Those leaves are all yellow, their veins are faintly visible, some are straight, some are curved, some are thick, some are thin ... I also realize that human life is the same.
In winter, the winter I remember is having a snowball fight and making a snowman with my friends in the snow. We patiently made a fat and lifelike snowman, which looks so cute! Suddenly, a snowball hit me. I don't know who broke the snowman I just made. As a result, a "battle" began-sudden time, screams and laughter intertwined, and the shuttled snowballs and chasing figures formed a "frolic picture in the snow." Although the weather is very cold, we are very hot ... the footsteps of the years keep walking and fleeting. My childhood memories are so beautiful! ~
It is like a ship carrying my dreams, roaming through the years. At this time, Bing Xin's sentence "Childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling. " Always ringing in my ears ...
5. To write a composition with suitable stationery, please help dear Miss Pan. Hello, trees can't grow without sunshine and rain, and only selflessness can be full of vitality.
You are the most respected teacher in my heart. On the surface, you abide by the canon and are serious, but we can still feel your warm and fiery heart ... I used to be a complacent student who didn't know what to ask for.
Because I think studying is boring. The composition is the same, unremarkable.
But that spring, you came and served as the Chinese teacher in our class. Since then, I have developed a strong interest in Chinese.
In every Chinese class, you will be colorful and fascinating. It brings us the beautiful scenery of Xiushan, vivid ancient poems and places us in the environment.
From each text, we not only learned colorful cheese, but also led us to grow up happily and interestingly and realized the true meaning of life. With the growth of age, my composition level has also improved.
These are all closely related to you. Every time I review and correct my composition, I always circle those good words and correct my mistakes without mercy.
You never let go of any typo, even a punctuation mark. How inspiring your comments are. You will appreciate every progress very much, which greatly encourages me.
Since then, I have established my determination to write a good composition. So my composition level is getting deeper and deeper.
It is you who taught us that dripping water wears away the stone, and diligence can make up for it. Teacher, you always care about our life as soon as possible, and your serious and responsible attitude exerts a subtle influence on us.
Dear teacher, you are like a fire, igniting the fire in our hearts; You are the stone steps, bearing our steady progress step by step; You are a candle, burning your youth and illuminating our life! You have given us endless knowledge. It is you who let me appreciate the vastness of knowledge, and you let me understand the truth of being a man.
I will thank you for your efforts and progress! I wish you all the best and stay young forever. Your student: Zhang Moumou.
6. The smell between paper and paper. The smell of writing paper.
A colorful letter paper, three different handwriting, a pink-blue envelope, which contains the friendship of three girls with different personalities.
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"Today's homework is so difficult. Tell me how to do it? "
"I'll teach you, first ..."
"You are amazing ~"
Tear off a piece of writing paper, write down a few short words, stuff them into a pink-blue envelope and hand them to another girl sometime. So the three girls put their secrets in an envelope and shared their feelings together. Sometimes the envelope is full of joy, and sometimes it is full of faint sadness. However, whether happy or sad, stationery is loaded with their full friendship and sincere hearts, and together they exude a faint fragrance.
"Today, my mother and I quarreled, so annoying! T-T "
"Can't you? Then let's vent our troubles after school! ^O^”
"Good good ~ We want to be happy children forever!"
The tender handwriting on the stationery exudes a faint fragrance with the stationery. Sometimes you can see girls' smiling faces or crying expressions on paper, and those cute letters make faces on stationery. At that time, they were the happiest children, because they were surrounded by the happiness of friendship and their faces were always filled with happy smiles. Their footprints can be seen everywhere on the street outside the school gate, their naughty smiles can be seen everywhere in the school, and their sadness can be heard on the hill behind the school. They are reluctant to throw away the writing paper full of words because it has a special faint fragrance.
"To graduate, which school did you go to? I should go to XX. "
"Me too."
"I should also be. I'm not sure. "
"Don't worry, we will be admitted to the same school!"
"hmm!"
"hmm!"
After graduating from primary school, they began to be a little worried. They don't know what to do without them. Six years of friendship, laughing together, crying together, the time together is printed in my mind, and I will never forget it. They gave themselves a name: "three musketeers". They are a trinity and will never be separated!
At the graduation ceremony, they stood together and smiled happily. At the graduation party, they performed for the whole class together, and their smiles never changed.
After graduation, one of them was assigned to another school.
They cried, the longest and saddest time since childhood, secretly, crying. They got together again and clinked glasses without saying a word.
On the desks of three girls, there is a stack of unwritten writing paper. The writing paper lay quietly on the table, and no one touched it. The breeze blew and fiddled with this pile of writing paper. There is a faint fragrance floating on the writing paper.
One day, a girl from the same school sent another girl an envelope, pink and blue. The girl silently took the envelope and said nothing. They all grew up and learned to be brave. They all know what's in the envelope.
After saying goodbye to the girl, the girl took the envelope and ran to a remote corner of the campus. She just looked at the envelope in her hand, thinking of the inseparable figures of three people in primary school, thinking of them secretly writing letters to each other in class, putting beautiful stationery into pink and blue envelopes, thinking of their oath of never being separated on campus, thinking of sharing the sweetness of a bag of candy together ... The girl's tears flowed out of her eyes. There is a stack of sorted letters they wrote before in the envelope, which is clamped with a pin. Only one third of the people are here, and the others are with two other girls. There are two letters in the envelope, written by two other girls. They are very long. Exquisite stationery and tender handwriting exude a faint fragrance. The handwriting on the stationery is not clear, but vague, because the stationery is covered with their tears. After reading the letters, she put two letters in an envelope and the rest in a beautiful small box, and then took out a brand-new writing paper to reply. The girl let the tears flow freely on her face. After a long time, she dried her tears and came to the new class group with a smile.
This is their story. She always takes out the box from the bottom of the drawer, opens it to see the smiling friendship on the paper, and smiles with tears. She knew that they would never forget their friendship and three musketeers's Trinity, and they would never be apart.