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.

If I am an Olympic volunteer, write a composition about my Olympic story.

The 2008 Beijing Olympic Games is getting closer and closer. As a middle school student, my heart is full of a naive idea ―― I want to go to Beijing to be an Olympic volunteer.

If I am lucky enough to be a volunteer, I will greet tourists from all directions in the best condition, answer their questions enthusiastically, take them into the designated venue of the competition, send them a blessing and a concern, and let them feel the hospitality of the people of China.

If I am lucky enough to be a volunteer, I will lead foreign tourists to visit places of interest in China. I want to lead them to visit the majestic Forbidden City, the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li, the solemn Tiananmen Square, and the five-star red flag Ran Ran rising against the sunrise ... When they see these, they will definitely admire: "The people of China are really amazing!"

If I am lucky enough to be a volunteer, I will try my best to shuttle through the competition venues and give every guest a charming smile to make them feel at home. I will publicize the Olympic knowledge to them, enthusiastically explain the relevant knowledge of the Beijing Olympic Games to them, and show them the mascots of the 2008 Olympic Games, the costly "Bird's Nest" project and the Olympic symbols with special significance. Let the theme of "One World, One Dream" go deep into the hearts of every athlete.

If I am lucky enough to be a volunteer, from now on, I must study all subjects hard and exercise my oral translation ability to meet tourists from all over the world. I want to read a lot of books about the customs of various countries and apply them to my work, so as to dispel the strangeness of being in a foreign country that haunts athletes and staff in various countries. I also want to read many cultural books to enrich my cultural background, because this knowledge will make my language more colorful.

If I am lucky enough to be a volunteer, I will mobilize my neighbors and school classmates to form a volunteer team to cheer for the athletes on the field!

If I am lucky enough to be a volunteer. ...

The 2008 Olympic Games is coming. As a citizen of China, it is our bounden duty to be a volunteer. Facing the puzzled eyes of foreigners, we will answer with actions: "The Olympic Games will give China a chance, and China will give the world a surprise!"

Writing a composition on the topic of "The Story of Me and Books" with 600 words+"Books are the ladder of human progress" is very appropriate and makes me feel particularly cordial. Every time I come to the library, I have a special feeling. It feels as sweet as honey, as delicious as tea as Gan Chun. As soon as I arrived at the library, I couldn't wait to rush in, pick up a book and read it hungrily. In the library, I am like a bird, flying and galloping freely in the ocean of books. I don't know when I started to regard books as my relatives. I can't live without them. This obsessive reading has made me develop a good writing habit: every time I write, questions pop up in my mind, so I can't help looking for answers in my composition book. So my composition is also very good, and I often rank first in my class. One Sunday, I was bored playing at home, so I picked up a book and hid in a narrow place to read it. Watching, I was fascinated, forgot all about eating and sleeping, and left everything behind except the books in my hand. It's time for dinner, but I still don't know when. My mother, father, grandfather and grandmother are all looking for me. They shouted my name, but I was fascinated by reading. I didn't even hear it. It's been two hours since lunch time. When I finally finished reading this book, I stood up, stretched my stiff waist and walked to the kitchen. When I came to the kitchen, I saw my mother sitting in a chair with tears running down her eyes. Grandpa, grandma and dad are all like this, and I can't help crying. They looked at me and asked, "Where have you been?" "I'm reading behind the wall!" I said, "Do you have to tell us where to go in the future?" They said in unison, I nodded and sat down to eat. This is the story of me and this book.

I want to write a composition with the story I want to tell, 600 words, urgent! Squirrel is a beautiful little animal, docile, intelligent and very likable.

Their faces are handsome, their eyes are bright, their bodies are vigorous, their limbs are light, and they are very agile and alert. Delicate little face, lined with a hat-a beautiful tassel tail, looks particularly beautiful; The tail always sticks up to the top of the head, and the body hides under the tail to enjoy the cool. They often sit upright, like people, with their hands and their front paws to send food to their mouths. It can be said that squirrels are the least like quadrupeds.

Squirrels don't hide underground. They often move high, live in trees like birds, run around in the Woods and jump from tree to tree. They build nests in trees, pick fruits and drink dew. Only when trees are blown too hard by the wind can they fall to the ground. Squirrels can't be found in the fields and plains. They never go near people's houses or stay in small bushes. They only like big Woods and live in tall trees. On a mysterious summer night, squirrels can be heard jumping and screaming in the trees, chasing each other. They seem to be afraid of strong sunlight. They hide in their nests during the day and come out at night to practice running, playing and eating. Although they catch birds, they are not carnivores. They often eat almonds, hazelnuts, beeches and oak chestnuts.

Squirrels are afraid of getting into the water. Some people say that when a squirrel crosses the water, it uses a piece of bark as a boat and its tail as a sail and rudder. Squirrels don't hibernate in winter like mountain rat. They are very alert. As long as someone touches the roots a little, they will run out of the nest, hide under the branches, or escape to other trees. Squirrels run and jump very briskly, always jumping forward, and sometimes even jumping. Their claws were so sharp and their movements were so agile that they climbed a very smooth tree in an instant. Squirrels cry loudly, even more sharply than weasels. If you are annoyed by others, you will also make an unhappy hate sound.

Squirrels' nests are usually built where branches diverge. They are clean and warm. When they build a nest, they first move some small pieces of wood, mix them together, and then braid them with some dry moss; Then squeeze the moss tightly and flatten it, so that the building will be wide and solid, and you can live in it with your children, which is comfortable and safe. Wokou upward, straight and narrow, barely able to get in and out; There is a conical cover on the nest mouth to cover the whole nest, so that rain can flow around and not fall into the nest.

Squirrels can usually have three or four at a time. Their hair is grayish brown and changes after winter. The new hair is darker than the lost hair. They comb their hair with their claws and teeth, leaving it bare and clean and odorless. Squirrel is also a useful small animal. Their meat can be eaten, their tail hair can be used as a brush, and their skin can be used as a leather coat.

The story in the snow is to write an 800-word composition. The first snow came in a hurry with the west wind and gently fell into the embrace of the earth.

Hug. Autumn is slowly fading away, the horn of winter is ringing in the fields, snowflakes are flying in a hurry, filling the sky, and some are impatient, floating in the autumn scenery, and the curtain call is coming to an end. The harvested leaves are in the breezy west wind.

In the room, singing cheerful songs to welcome the arrival of the first snow. The fertile fields have already exposed their thick chests to welcome the lovers who have been waiting for a year. Snowflakes are flying beautifully, like countless cygnets, quietly embracing the earth.

Embrace, pure and white snow, affectionate, the earth moved to tears, the sky moved to tears, and the Woods moved to pay tribute. When people heard the first snow, they quickly ran out of the gate and danced and sang in the snow.

Sing a song to welcome this beautiful angel who has not seen for a long time.

Small town, quietly waiting, this winter messenger, like waiting for a distant lover. Snowflakes dance with the wind in artificial lakes on the streets, upstairs and in small towns. Dress the town white and crystal clear, pure and beautiful. Intoxicated by the beauty of the town

Then let the snow touch her whole body and kiss her face. Snowflakes gently shed a thick layer of love on the street, leaving many beautiful images on the pine trees in the park, smelling the laughter of lovers by the small lake and swimming in the square.

Witnessed the footprints of two lovers. The town is holding the first snow in the afterglow of the sunset, wrapped in red makeup, as deep as lovers, quietly staying together and growing old together.

Snowflakes fell quietly on my windowsill, as if waiting for something. Maybe they know that I have been waiting for them for a year, just like a lover who has been waiting for me for many years. The first snow is fluttering, like goose feathers, beautiful! It, once did not.

Several times in my dream, I performed that unforgettable love. White snow fields, quaint huts, clear two lines of footprints and fluttering red scarves are as beautiful as clouds in the sky I remember. Every time, I miss snowflakes.

Flying will grow into a towering tree, however, disappointment is waiting again and again, such as a stone falling into the field. Vows destined to let the seas run dry and the rocks crumble will always be weathered into dust by time. Only the first snow will come as scheduled, one by one.

Comfort my broken heart again. Snowflakes are fluttering and graceful, just like that gentle lover, whispering softly and affectionately around me, affecting the sadness in my heart and leaving a pure and quiet world.

Every time I break up, I am reluctant to go, standing alone in the snow, quietly watching Cher melt. I often burst into tears, and I know that the first snow in this world is very short. However, this pure snowflake is in my heart.

I can't give up, like a beloved lover, and live in my heart forever. Cher is affectionate. Look at the snow falling on my palm, leaving tears. Isn't this her love for me?

I want to thank the first snow, which is as gentle as a flower and warms my love. I want to thank the first snow, gentle as fire, which warmed my world. I want to thank the first snow, gentle as water, which moistened my heart.

The first snow left gently. Bring deep affection to the earth, bring deep affection to the town and bring me bitter love.

With the story of knowledge changing fate, I will write a short article of about 900 words with the book as the topic. People say, "Books are the nourishment of all mankind. Life without books is like a bird without wings, and life without books is like a sky without sunshine. A book is like a key to the door of wisdom. Books, my good friend.

When I was a freshman, I hated books very much. I looked at the dense fine print on the book, one by one, four centimeters thick. I read it without complaint. But my mother forced me to read this book, Water Margin, and looked at me with the book, staring at the ceiling and thinking: Where did you put yesterday's comics? What good-looking cartoons are there today? etc ......

I remember that in the third grade, I stayed at home alone. Mom said she would be back in an hour. "alas! The computer has a password, and there is nothing to watch on TV. I can only read books now. " I dug up a book, Charlotte's Web. "Ah! Charlotte, how can one weave a web? " So I opened the book with curiosity. After introduction, I learned that Charlotte is a spider. A settled pig Wilbur was about to be slaughtered, and Charlotte saved him. That's why I'm angry and want to know how a little spider can save Wilbur. So I read it with relish. Reading that Wilbur was caught when he escaped, I really mourned for him. I read that Wilbur was saved because Charlotte knitted it online-great, ace pig, radiant. I'm really happy for Wilbur to find a good friend. I shouldn't have ignored Charlotte. When I read that Charlotte had come to an end, I seemed to be there. Tears moistened my eyes and I couldn't help crying.

When I was infatuated with Zheng Da, an hour had slipped away quietly. Mom came back, and I was still immersed in the book, feeling the fun. "Dangdang Dangdang" mother knocked on the door for two minutes. When she saw that no one answered the door, she called. My mother didn't come back until I woke up. I flew to the door like an arrow.

This book makes me feel bittersweet, and I am immersed in it. From then on, I fell in love with this book. I like books best. Books, my good friend.

Write an 800-word composition on the theme of Shao Yong's story of begging for water. Every building is a legend of the Shaw family. Run Run Run Shaw is both a philanthropist and a philanthropist. Shao Yifu, a leading figure in Hong Kong's film and television industry, donated tens of thousands. Run Run Run Shaw has made great contributions to two educational undertakings in Hong Kong. It's hard to understand the balance. It is important to understand his spirit. It is good to be good at water and benefit everything. Run Run Run Shaw likes water like a kind man and a clever man. Shaw's history will always be brilliant, and Shaw's tenacity will never stand.

Me and-and write a composition on this topic! I have a conversation with Li Bai.

More than 1,400 years ago, a woman gave birth to you-Li Bai in an exiled Li family in Broken Leaf City. The moonlight in a foreign country is particularly cold, and it is strange to shine on your peacefully sleeping face. Does this imply your unique life track? You are silent, and all I hear is your whispering dream.

Fifteen years of spring and autumn have passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, you are already a teenager who is better than snow in white. You, good at fencing, travel everywhere. In the cottage, you said, "As long as you work hard, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." In front of the Yellow Crane Tower, you sighed: "There is a scene in front of you, and Cui Hao wrote a poem on it." You indulge in magnificent mountains and rivers, drink and write poems, and you are extraordinary, just like a fairy.

By the time you are hot-blooded, it is already a household name in Datang. The world knows that you have hundreds of poems about drinking. Since you go out laughing, are we Artemisia people? In my hero's life, I saw a seed sprouting in your heart. The name of the seed is released by talent, or it may be utilitarian.

Finally, you came to Chang 'an. At the foot of the famous son of heaven, you stand out. Appreciated for his outstanding talent. However, your career is still bleak. You sang: "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high officials who will never be seen with a sincere face!" " But I know that there is always a glimmer of hope in your heart, and that arrogant poem is just a painful struggle that you can't do.

Xuanzong called you into the palace on a whim. Weiyang Palace, the heart floats with clothes. Chang' an city is full of traffic, singing every night and drinking endlessly ... under the bustling background, I feel that you are degenerating and getting lost step by step. I couldn't believe it when "clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and the spring breeze blows the bar wide" poured out of your pen. Is this your compromise? You are very silent.

Fortunately, you didn't let me down after all, whether it was the eternal anger on Yang's face or the official boots held high in Gao Lishi's hand ... I know you shouted "Crazy to kill everyone, drunk to the right, you can't shout". I know, that unruly soul is back.

However, what follows is your endless confusion and hesitation. "I'd like to cross the Yellow River, choke on ice, and cover the Taihang Mountain with snow" is your generous elegy that trapped Chang 'an; "But since the water is still flowing, although it is cut with a sword, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to eliminate sorrow", which is the pain of wasting time and serving the country. Until, I raised my cup, asked the bright moon, and drank three cups "is the anguish of you drinking with the bright moon alone."

For thousands of years, people only know that you are crazy, sober and proud; But I don't know, you also have pain, sorrow and sorrow. Relatively speaking, today you and I have crossed a thousand years. When I woke up, I realized that dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty was only a faint sadness. There are several big characters lying on the composition paper-my conversation with Li Bai.

When writing a composition with the theme of "I have an appointment with classics", people often say: "Good classics are good friends." The influence of classics on people's growth is immeasurable. A good classic can often change a person's life. I have been obsessed with reading and loved books since I was a child. I have read countless classics today and benefited a lot. If I ask which classic has benefited me the most, I think it should be The Analects. The Analects of Confucius, as an excellent collection of recorded essays, describes Confucius' remarks in concise, implicit and meaningful language. The words of Confucius' persuasion recorded in the Analects of Confucius, or the simple response, stop immediately; Or stimulate debate, Kan Kan and conversation, full of changes and moving. It is a good friend and a kind of nutrition; It helps us in life and also gives us mental health. There are twenty articles in The Analects of Confucius, the most profound of which is "for politics". Secondly, in it, "if you hear too many doubts, be careful of the rest, you will be less, and if you see too much, you will regret it." If you don't say anything, you will regret it, and Lu is one of them. "This sentence tells us: we should listen to all kinds of opinions, avoid what we feel suspicious, and the rest should speak carefully, so as to make fewer mistakes; It depends on all kinds of situations. Avoid places where you feel dangerous, and be careful with the rest. This will reduce regrets. Don't talk big in life, or you will slip up and think twice before you act. There are still many things in the Analects that I remember vividly, such as: "Learning without thinking is useless; It is dangerous to think without studying. "it means: if you don't think deeply, you will be confused; It is dangerous to dream without studying. In learning, we should study hard, think deeply and don't dream, so that we can understand what we have learned and not be confused. For example, in daily life, we should collect more vocabulary, memorize syllables and understand the meaning of words, don't memorize them by rote, and listen and speak more, so as to learn English well. The Analects of Confucius is my good friend. It taught me what is right and what is wrong. Every time I feel sad because of failure; Every time I shed tears because of setbacks, I will think of the philosophy in The Analects of Confucius, so that I can find the reason for my failure, slowly forget my troubles and regain my confidence. As time went on, I grew up gradually. In life, I learned that reading extra-curricular books will increase my knowledge. It was the Analects that brought me into the temple of knowledge, and it was the Analects that made me understand the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty. An aversion to falsehood, ugliness and ugliness. This also made me understand that books are the source of knowledge and the food for the spirit. Keep company with classics and be friends with sages. Read the classics of Chinese studies and be a descendant of the dragon. Reading classics means reading philosophy of life, historical stories and local customs. Classics have an appointment with me, and classics are my growing friends. I read classics every day, recite classics every day, and constantly feed my mind. The breeze blows gently, and the moonlight is hazy at night. I sat in the bright moonlight, holding 300 Tang poems in my hand, but gradually fell asleep. I remember when I was very young, I was very excited and took over the first book of my life-The Three Character Classics from my mother. Since then, the place where children play has lost a naughty figure. It is this "three-character sutra" that broke my sleeping heart and let the holy sunshine shine in. So, I sang "At the beginning of life, human nature is good" every day, knocking on the door of knowledge and entering the classic world. With a sense of disappointment, I walked out of my childhood. Today's three-character classics can no longer meet my needs. So I went to a higher realm to explore. Poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties is the ladder for me to explore. The phrase "Now I remember that night, the wind and rain, I don't know how many flowers I folded" made me think a lot. The song "Flying down to thousands of feet for three days, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days" made me full of yearning for nature and waterfalls. With my admiration for Li Taibai and yearning for Du Shaoling, I have a deeper understanding of the classics and have expectations for them. My short childhood was like running water, but I didn't really appreciate the fun of childhood, so I entered again. Those ancient poems are full of challenges. It taught me "not to be happy with things, not to be sad for myself" and "to worry about the world first, and to be happy after the world is happy" I am deeply immersed in the classics, swimming in this ocean of knowledge, and I have endless fun. As time goes on, the knowledge stored in my mind is getting richer and richer. Classic, wait for me. When I step into youth, I will dig deeper into you and enjoy more fun. Oh, maybe no one knows, I have an appointment with Classic!

How nice it is to write an article about that freedom story. Birds are free and carefree, and can fly freely in the vast sky. How nice snowflakes are, carefree, and can fly all over the sky on the boundless earth; How delicious these fish are. They come and go freely, without a trace, and can play freely in the boundless ocean. Alas, I envy them to death.

Look at me now, facing the grand pressure, growing pains, and emotional fetters, facing countless forests and forests every day, I am nervous and depressed all day. I really miss those free days!

Speaking of those days of freedom, it was three or four years ago.

In spring, everything is revived and full of vitality. Choose a fine day and the teacher will take us for a spring outing. "Walking on a country road ..." We use songs to describe our situation at this time. The newly grown grass is green, which is called "wildfire will not completely devour them, and they will grow taller in the spring breeze".

In summer, the trees are lush, cicadas are singing, birds are singing and fish are swimming. I was moved by the energetic and carefree sight of freedom. We followed several people, strolled in shady forests and ponds, and enjoyed these free lives, which made me deeply moved!

In autumn, the fallen leaves return to their roots, and the autumn wind is cool, but the opposite mountain is a red Wang Yang. Choose a crisp autumn day, ride a bike and swim in this red ocean. The red maple leaves caught my eye. At this time, Du Mu's "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February" came to my mind.

In winter, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and a world wrapped in white will baptize my soul. At school, the teacher accompanied us to have snowball fights and make snowmen. Snowballs fly all over the sky, and all kinds of snowmen are our feast for the eyes. On the way home, we skied while walking, fell down and got up again. Everyone's face is full of bright smiles.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, three or four years have passed, and the days of freedom have long since disappeared. The fragments of free life are always replayed in my mind. ...