In the morning, I came to the classroom early. I haven't finished my homework yesterday, so I have to finish it before I read it early. I put down my schoolbag in a hurry and stuffed it into the drawer. Suddenly, a beautiful little piece of paper folded into a hexagon slipped out of my drawer. I was surprised and bent down to pick it up. The paper was beautifully folded and sprinkled with fluorescent powder. Obviously, such a delicate thing must not be made by boys.

What is this? Who gave it to me? Is it, is it ...? My heart trembled: yes, it must be! I reached under the drawer and slowly opened the paper. I bent down to look at it carefully, and it said, "Your heart is like a clear pool/but why can't it ripple/I am the wind/I just want to brush gently from your sky ..."

What a subtle word!

I subconsciously looked around, then bent down and read the poem carefully over and over again. I feel my cheeks burning, and my mood is too excited to be expressed in words.

Who wrote it?

Unconsciously, all the students have arrived, and the * * * of the morning reading class also rang. Suddenly, there was a loud sound of reading in the classroom. I put the note away and took out my English book. Although I read English books, my heart is still on my notes.

Who wrote it?

I looked up and saw Tina first. Tina is the girl sitting in front of me, wearing a ponytail and reading aloud. Did she write it? No way! I heard her say that she likes a boy in the next class.

I looked around the classroom and looked at the girls in the class as if they were hunting prey. Suddenly, I saw Founder holding his chin thoughtfully. Did Fang write it? I think so. It can be seen from her expression that although she can only see her profile, she only knows how to study all day. Can she write this?

At this moment, the English teacher came in through the back door. I quickly picked up the book and read a few words at random.

I stopped when I saw the English teacher sitting at the table. I couldn't help taking out the note and reading it several times. A sense of pride suddenly surged up, and I couldn't help laughing.

"Dude, what are you thinking?" My deskmate gave me a shove with her arm.

"No ... nothing." I covered the note with my textbook in a panic.

This poem is well written, not written by ordinary girls. If anyone has the ability to write this poem, it seems that only …

English! Yes, just her. She is the language representative of our class, and is also recognized as the first beauty in our class. It seems that there is no one but her.

I took a look at Yingying and found that she was looking at me, too. We looked at each other. I bow my head as soon as I get nervous.

Aha, it seems to be her. It must be her. Am I really that charming to attract her? This is not surprising. I'm a little gifted and I'm not ugly. ...

Class is over.

Suddenly, I saw Ying coming to my seat. My heart is pounding again. I remembered that I didn't comb my hair after getting up this morning, so I turned my back, cut my hair and adjusted my collar. Seeing Yingying getting closer and closer to me, I stood up very gentlemanly and smiled.

Ying stopped beside Tina and said to her, "don't you want a love poem?" I found one for you from the Internet. Did you see it? "

"What, I didn't see it."

I put it in your drawer this morning.

"Where? ……"

I see!

My favorite novel composition is 300 words. From the first grade of primary school to now, I have learned countless famous aphorisms, and what really benefited me a lot is the well-known saying, "Reading is like writing." Yes

It's a very common saying, most people have heard of it, and how many people can really apply it in real life and benefit themselves a lot? Everyone's learning is only based on memorizing it and understanding the meaning of this sentence, and to really learn a useful famous saying, it needs to be cloned into real life.

When I was a child, I especially liked listening to stories: the plot of the wolf never succeeded, the little goat always got rid of evil with wisdom, and the princess always got the prince in the end ... Many false but beautiful stories sometimes made me feel comfortable, sometimes made me feel scared, and sometimes moved me to tears.

Gradually, I learned to read, walked out of my childhood and got rid of fairy tales. I started reading books by myself, reading some cartoons, short stories with pinyin notes, and books that taught me to keep a diary. They became my best friends. Read every article carefully over and over again, so that you can tell the whole story, remember some beautiful words and phrases and use them flexibly in your daily diary. At that time, I had been particularly fond of keeping a diary, and the teacher's encouragement again and again became my motivation for progress.

In the third grade, that is, the year I started writing, many students lamented the composition assigned by the teacher and always thought that writing was their heart disease. As for me, I especially like writing prose. It seems that all the compositions can't beat me. At that time, my reading scope was no longer limited to the past. I began to read the essays of the fourth and fifth grades and gradually entered the world of novels. A complete set of novels has become an indispensable thing in my life, and those fascinating plots often make me forget to eat and sleep.

With the growth of grade, composition has become an indispensable thing in my life. I always want to write something, even a paragraph or several paragraphs, and I also want to write a book with some friendly friends in my class. For our beloved Harry Potter, we imagine his adventures in China. ...

Four Great Classical Novels started coming into my life. Romance of the Three Kingdoms is my favorite. I turned over the battle scenes several times, and it made my mouth water. I will never get tired of reading them. I wrote all the beautiful sentences in the accumulation book, tried to memorize them and asked him to help me write more articles.

Like a duck to water, for many years, I have been swimming in the ocean of books, greedily absorbing the essence of books, and books will accompany me further and let me get more in writing. ...

In any case, we must persist in reading to the end, achieve "breaking thousands of volumes" and strive for "being like a god."

Write a 300-word composition with this touching story.

There are thousands of touching stories about Qian Qian in the world, but the story that made me cry is still fresh in my memory.

It was one night, in a family, a kind mother was washing the feet of her 6-year-old son Xiaoyu, telling the story of the duckling while washing her feet.

After washing her son's feet, the mother dragged her tired body and made a basin of foot washing water to wash her grandmother's feet.

It happened that this scene was seen by Xiaoyu. He thought my mother washed my feet and grandma's feet. She certainly didn't wash it. Thinking of this, he took a basin and walked towards the bathroom.

When mother returned to Xiaoyu's room, she found Xiaoyu missing. At this time, my mother turned around and found Xiaoyu holding heavy foot washing water, and her tender hands trembled and came to her.

Xiaoyu walked up to her mother and said, "Mom washed her feet." Mom smiled happily.

When Xiaoyu washed her mother's feet, she said, "Mom, I will also tell you the story of the duckling."

Although this story is insignificant, it expresses Xiaoyu's concern for her mother!

Write a 300-word composition about me and my book.

My first book, I can't find it now, and I don't remember it very deeply. Just like the night pearl in the deep sea, although precious, its light is only a little vague and inconspicuous, but it did exist without adulteration, which is of great significance to me.

I don't even remember what this book looks like up to now. The clues I tried to remember were as vague as a layer of sand. I vaguely remember a cat, a dog and an elephant painted on it, but I really can't remember the one below. Until now, I still remember that my mother used to tell me stories at the bedside.

Whenever I am alone at home, I can't help touching this book, just like holding a child. If someone reads a newspaper or a book at home, I will pretend to read it there, sometimes I don't know if it's the other way around.

Later, I was literate and could read story books by myself. I really hope I can read more books and become good friends with more books. Later, I read some famous literary works, first the abridged version, then the original work, the profound thoughts of ancient literati, and the wonderful writing of famous writers today. I read more and more books, and my life has become inseparable. Books are completely integrated into my life.

This is the story of me and this book.

5. With the topic of "Actually, I am a writer", write a 300-word composition 1. Throughout the world, anyone's success is inseparable from his ideals when he was young.

Einstein, a famous physicist, struggled to realize his ideal all his life and finally developed the famous theory of relativity. Florence Nightingale, a lantern lady, was also inspired by her own ideals and warmed the hearts of countless soldiers with her own actions ... Of course, I also have an ideal, that is, to become a writer! In my eyes, being a writer is a sacred thing. It's a pleasure to sit at your desk all day, constantly capturing interesting ideas that flash through your mind, putting them into words, and then quietly recalling them several times with excitement.

In addition, the writer's works can bring benefits and arouse the admiration of a group of readers. Isn't this the best of both worlds? From a very young age, I admired those writers for their superb writing skills and rich imagination. I saw their pens moving, and they made an ordinary little thing vivid, catchy and unforgettable.

Zhu Ziqing's essay "In a hurry" made me feel the time passing in a hurry, and Mr. Lao She's "Raising Flowers" made me understand the philosophy of life. These beautiful essays aroused my desire to write, which strengthened my determination to become a writer.

Since then, I have been working hard to realize this dream. In order to make this ideal come true as soon as possible, I eagerly read famous books and draw nutrients from them. The works of Hugo, Dumas and Dickens ... A series of literary superstars passed through my mind, and my writing level continued to improve.

Before, I thought writing was a kind of torture, but now, writing is a kind of fun and enjoyment for me. I learned a lot of philosophy of life that I can't understand in my daily life, and writing benefited me a lot! Of course, the process from loving writing to becoming a writer is not simple, but full of hardships and bitterness.

I remember someone saying that generations of famous artists are both monuments and high walls. Monuments can be admired and imitated by future generations, and high walls make many people fear and shrink back. So for me, if I want to be a real writer, I must first have a solid foundation.

In my daily study and life, I always adhere to this concept, reading more, thinking more, seeing more, listening more, learning more and practicing more. Reading more means reading widely, accumulating beautiful words and phrases, and making your works full of poetry and painting; Thinking more is to be good at analyzing and absorbing excellent works and creatively applying them to your own works; Watching and listening more is to accumulate the little things in life, choose the available materials from them, and skillfully integrate them into your own works.

Many famous artists do the same. For example, Resurrection is a work based on a story lev tolstoy heard and tragic real life. Real people or things are more likely to have a shocking effect. Learning more is learning more writing skills, which is the most important thing. If you only work hard on words, the articles you write will be empty and flashy. More practice means more writing, which is the most important link to improve the writing level. In order to realize my dream of becoming a real writer, I have been making unremitting efforts in these areas.

What is an ideal? Ideal is the road sign of life, which can give people the motivation to realize their wishes. Although my ideal seems far away, I believe that through my efforts, this ideal will definitely become a reality in the near future! 2. What is the ideal? The ideal is a colorful rainbow, and on the other side is a beautiful successful castle; What is the ideal? A clean stream leads us to the ocean of knowledge creation. When I was in the first grade of primary school, I read an essay "Fallen Birds" in a magazine, which said, "Pieces of golden leaves are flying in the air like birds and slowly fall to the ground ..." At that time, I was wondering how there could be such a wonderful statement! When I was growing up, I read Zhu Ziqing's In a hurry, which said, "What can I do in the world of thousands of families during my flight?" Only vagrancy, only haste, in a hurry of more than three thousand days, in addition to wandering, what is left? The past days are like smoke, dispersed by the breeze and melted by the mist. What traces did I leave? "I was deeply shocked by the author's endless statements, which shows the preciousness of time.

So, I fell in love with writing, and a seemingly distant ideal took root in my young mind. I want to be a writer in the future! Oh, writer, I'm shocked for you! Because of you, I can change for this beautiful world. There is a saying that the world lacks beauty, but it lacks eyes to find beauty.

Yes, when a writer can discover beauty, enjoy beauty, record beauty, and let others enjoy the beauty of nature. You can not only see beauty, but also record interesting things, so that others can understand all kinds of things and people from between the lines, from some vivid stories and from some satirical works that use things as metaphors.

In a self-created text, secretly write some people's greed and kindness; Will also write the corner of society, bit by bit; Writing about people, events and scenes, writing about the mystery of the whole world ... writer has always been my dream career. I think every pen can shed vivid articles, and my iron brain is a treasure house of my spiritual knowledge. As long as it is opened, a steady stream of inspiration is like a spring in a crack in a big stone, and a trickle will never end. Writing is like a cup of tea, waiting for me to brew and season ... adding seasoning from time to time is like burning a pot of chicken soup for the soul.

But it's hard to really be a writer. I tried to write a novel last year, but I couldn't stick to it because I didn't have enough knowledge in my mind. So, if you want to be a writer, what should you do? First of all, the composition should be good. Usually, more accumulation will make the article brilliant, enrich the knowledge in class and have a solid basic knowledge. As a writer, there must be no typos.

Read more books, collect good words and sentences, feel deep feelings, and go out to see the world's personal experience. Only in this way can the article be brilliant, brilliant and vivid, and can others read it with relish. In order to become a writer, to better taste this book, and to make others read my article with great interest, I must work hard.

6. In the evening, the family sit together and watch TV. It's cold outside, and they want to fill the house. Their hands and feet are already cold, and their hearts suddenly feel that it is winter.

My mother always seems to have things to do. She has been very busy. When she finally sat down, she asked me, "Is it cold?" . I will always be a little girl in front of my mother. I made an exaggerated gesture to show that I was cold. My mother quickly took my hand with her big hand and warmed me up like when I was a child.

My hand has a slight tingling in my mother's hand, and I feel very uncomfortable. I pulled out my hand and took my mother's hand. It turns out that my mother's hands are cracked in winter, and the cracks are deep and horizontal, just like a field cracked by lack of water. In my heart, I am surprised that years and years of fatigue have carved such a heavy mark on my mother's hand that I am afraid it will never be erased.

Tears flowed down unconsciously.

When my mother saw my tears, she said with anxiety and distress, "My hands are too rough, have I hurt you?" I want to cry more. It turns out that there is a kind of pain called heartache, which is many times more painful than physical pain and hurts to the bone.

I asked my mother, does your hand hurt?

My mother answered me with a smile. I have been used to it for many years, and I don't feel any pain.

"Many years"? In my memory, my mother's hands are soft and warm. Although they are not as soft as ten fingers, they are also the most beautiful hands in the world in my young mind. My mother's hands are amazing. Whenever I fall down and it is cold in winter, they always touch me gently. With these hands, I am no longer afraid of pain or cold.

Mom's hands are very capable. Housework at home, farm work in the field, pickled beans, Chinese cabbage and bean curd are many times more delicious than those sold on the street. In those years of economic difficulties, my mother's hand made us spend our childhood happily and grow up happily.

But after growing up, I saw my mother's hands getting rougher and rougher, and all kinds of housework and farm work were gradually branded on my hands. Especially in winter, I have to work in the fields and wash clothes in the cold wind, so my mother's hands will be chapped and even bleed.

I remember when I was in high school, I saw an advertisement for hand cream, which my mother demonstrated by hand. In the advertisement, my daughter bought a hand cream for her mother and gave her deep love.

I equated hand cream with my daughter's love at that time.

After I got my salary, I bought some skin cream and lotion for my mother to use. However, because those traces were printed too deeply, they were not taken care of at first, and now they can't be recovered. Moisten the skin with hand cream, not too dry, to avoid cracking and bleeding.

Every time I go back to work in the city, I always let you use hand cream. When I touch water, I should pay more attention to rubbing it to protect my hands.

Mom always smiles happily and answers "I know, wordy little guy". But I also know in my heart that my mother promised, but once I got busy, I forgot. I haven't had this habit for decades, and it's hard for her to suddenly do anything to maintain her hands and skin.

So every time I go home, I have to check whether my mother's hands will be better. Mom's smile at this time is a little guilty, and she will find an excuse to go there like a child. I also know it's hard for her to do it, and I can't get in.

It's just that every time I see my mother's hands, I always think of those soft mother's hands in TV commercials. I know my mother used to have beautiful hands.

7. Write a 300-word article, careless me.

On Sunday morning, I got up early and thought it was Monday, so I had to go to school. I dressed in a hurry, washed and prepared to go to school.

"Gee" I suddenly feel a little cold on my left foot. I looked down and burst out laughing. It turns out that my left foot is still wearing slippers. At this time, my mother woke up and came up to me in confusion and asked, "What are you doing?" ? Get up so early! "

I casually replied, "Go to school!"

"Do you go to school? Are you going to school today? Today is Sunday, not Monday. " Mom said to me.

"Today is not Monday? I remember it was Monday. Isn't this strange? " I scratched my head and said.

"Oh, you see, this is normal. I told you you have a bad memory. Hey, you don't believe it. How can you be so young ... really? " Mom said angrily.

"Oh, mom, I'm used to it. Besides, I'm too nervous to wear shoes. " Mother was amused by my words.

"It's silly of you to go to school without socks and shoes. Hey, put them on quickly. " Mom said.

"Hey, mom, where are my socks? I can't find it anywhere? "

"You look for it, look for it carefully."

"No, where is it?"

"Ah, here it is."

"Did you find it? Where is it? "

"Oh, hehe, it's actually next to my pants." It turns out that when I took off my pants yesterday, I also took off my socks. No wonder.

Alas! How can I be careless here?

8. What was the original composition around me? Tomorrow, will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday ... "In the self-study class, when everyone is working hard, the deskmate sings affectionately." Hey, stop arguing, everyone is studying! "I am dissatisfied with his behavior. Unexpectedly, he said, "Look at you. The future song god sang "You at the same table" for you personally, but you didn't appreciate it. Fortunately, this song can be punted in the belly of Premier Shen, and he decided to continue singing for you. You have to listen attentively! " After that, I continued to sing, and I was speechless. "The above story reflects one of the biggest characteristics of my deskmate: narcissism.

My deskmate is a student with a loan. I remember when he transferred to another school, he stood on the podium and introduced himself shyly: "Hello everyone! My name is Tang Wei, and I come from Fujian, a city across the sea from Taiwan Province. I am very happy to study with you. I hope you will take care of it! " He spoke these short words for three minutes, blushing, sweating and shaking his legs. Ah! It's a bit exaggerated, but it's close. I think you are as timid as I am!

The teacher arranged for him to sit at the same table with me, and in the process of getting along with him, I gradually changed my opinion of him.

The first day we sat at the same table, in order to let him know that this young lady is not easy to mess with, I decided to give him a duel. I've been looking for opportunities ... hehe, here comes the opportunity! His arm crossed the 38th parallel. 5 centimeters. I patted the table and said, "Oh, that's too much." I looked at him seriously. He looked at me with innocent eyes for a long time and whispered, "deskmate, I think you are a bit like a chartered girl." I should have been more angry, but I couldn't help laughing. When he saw my mood improved, he began to make friends with me. He was happy when he spoke, just like a musician standing on the stage directing a competition. I thought he was so cute after only one recess. Ha ha. My deskmate!

My deskmate is still very low-key and caring. Want to know why? Then keep watching!

In the second day of junior high school, there was a primary school brother whose family was poor and his father was paralyzed. His mother had to support the whole family alone. In a physical examination, the primary school brother was found to have leukemia, which undoubtedly made his poor family worse. The school youth league Committee mobilized everyone to donate money for the treatment of primary school brothers. As the secretary of the Youth League branch, I donated my pocket money of more than forty dollars. Everyone signed up to donate to me. You paid five yuan and I paid ten yuan. Only the deskmate didn't donate in the morning. I asked him, "deskmate, why don't you donate?" You are the only one left in our class. I've donated more than forty dollars! "I show off to my deskmate. After all, I am by far the most donated person. My deskmate hesitated for a long time and took out some money from her schoolbag and gave it to me. I couldn't help screaming, and my deskmate told me to keep my voice down. The deskmate donated not fifty, not a hundred, but a whole thousand! My deskmate told me that he sympathized with his primary school brother, so he discussed with his parents and donated 1000 yuan. I said, deskmate, you impressed me deeply. The teacher of the Youth League Committee will certainly praise you. Unexpectedly, he said, you told the teacher not to praise me, I was just doing my duty. If you praise me, then I won't donate. Finally, the teacher of the Youth League Committee discussed with me and praised him: a classmate of our school actively donated 1000 yuan in this donation activity. I hope everyone can learn from this classmate. Afterwards, I asked my deskmate if she was satisfied with my handling of this matter. The deskmate smiled shyly.

9. This book is really great. The composition is 300 words. This book is really beautiful.

This summer vacation, I read a lot of books, the best of which is Yang's adventure boy Mickey in the desert.

This book tells the story of a boy named Mickey who went to explore the desert. On the way, he met an ostrich named Baba. Father ostrich was very willing to be Mickey's guide, so they began to explore in the desert. Father ostrich took Mickey to know many plants and animals in the desert.

Mickey, the hero of this book, is a studious and curious boy. Whenever he meets something he doesn't understand, he runs to ask father ostrich, who will tell him patiently.

In this book, the best part is eating in Saudi Arabia. In this story, when Mickey was hungry, he went to a small yard, and the owner brought Mickey a big bowl of noodles made of Artemisia seed powder. Then the ostrich Baba took him to taste many delicious foods in the desert. I watched it and thought, "If I can eat these delicious foods, I will be the happiest person in the world!" " ".Watch it, hey! Why are books wet? It's all saliva

The book also tells the story of "ghost town". Once, Mickey got separated from the ostrich and spent a day and a night in a "ghost town". The "ghost town" in the desert is actually a wind erosion city. It is a "ghost town" where the wind blows through the sand dunes all the year round and becomes a ghost crying in the middle of the night. In fact, that voice is a ghost caused by singing sand.

Once, Mickey skied on a sand dune and found all kinds of sounds in the sand dune, but he couldn't find the source of the sound for a long time. He was very surprised. There are no people or other animals here. Where did the sound come from? It turns out that when the sand rubs against each other, it will make different sounds, which is shaming.

Plants in the desert include desert cherry, Allium mongolicum Regel, Pennisetum, Artemisia seed ... Animals in the desert include gerbils, sand foxes, short-legged chickens and spotted snakes ... Without this book, I thought the desert was sand except Hu Yangshu and cactus!

This book enriches my knowledge and broadens my horizons. Only after reading this book did I know that there are so many strange things in the desert!

What do you think of this book? Borrow or buy if you feel good! I believe you won't regret it!

10. Write a novel composition of 500 words. I am a student who loves reading. I like reading a book when I am free every day. I like reading novels, science fiction, autobiography and stories. For example, one day I was very happy when I saw Carlson, the flying man. I smiled. Later, I felt that I was still terrible and too involved. But it gave me a small wish to write my own novel.

How to write it? What do you write? Many questions linger in my mind. The most important question is whether the family agrees or not. What if you don't agree?

I think I'd better write for my dream. But I should write it secretly. So I will stay in my room after school at night, take out my writing book and start writing novels. I am a very smart person, and sometimes I hear my mother shout "What are you doing?" I thought about it and answered him, "I'm reading!" " "She won't ask.

Occasionally, I suddenly feel someone behind me. Looking back, it's my mother. When did she open the door? Will I be exposed? Fortunately, there was a book on the desk, so I escaped. In this way, I have been secretly writing my novel.

But there is nothing impenetrable in the world, and my secret has been exposed. It was a Friday afternoon and I was writing a novel. Suddenly, my mother came in and called me cctalk. It turned out that I forgot to attend class for a while. Now it's been discovered, but my mother says writing novels is a good thing, so don't steal them. Great! There will be more time to write in the future, so there is no need to sneak around. I may become a novelist like Mo Bosang, Chekhov and O Henry soon.