We had just finished morning exercises that day, and some students were chattering and making noise in the corridor, and some students were rustling in the classroom. Suddenly there was a "wow", followed by a "bang" and a strange smell. What happened? It turned out that Cheng Yuhan's classmates vomited, and the ground was full of red and green vomit, which made people very sick. Some students ran to tell Teacher Zhu. After hearing the news, Teacher Zhu asked Cheng Yuhan with concern and asked, "Who will get some sand?" As soon as Mr. Zhu's voice fell, he saw Xu get up from his seat, run to the corner in three steps to get a broom and dustpan, and then drummed out of the classroom. After a while, Xu was flushed and came to the classroom panting. Pour the sand in the dustpan on the pile of dirty things and pat the sand flat with a broom. Just now, the golden sand suddenly turned brown and black. When the sand was almost absorbed, Xu picked up a broom and swept it. Soon, the sand was swept into the dustpan.
I saw that Xu left the classroom with the steps of "pengpeng". What would he do? I'm like monk Zhang Er.-I don't know. I vaguely heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom next to the classroom. After this sound, Xu Yuzi appeared in front of us with a mop, and I immediately understood. He bent down and mopped the floor in tandem. After a while, the floor was mopped clean. At this time, applause broke out in the classroom, and everyone gave Xu a approving look, but he sat back in his seat as if nothing had happened and began to do his homework.
This is Xu from our class. He has a heart that loves the collective.
2. Introduce the landscape composition described by the 600-word wind and rain stars, like looking for something on the ground and bumping into the west.
"It's raining!" A classmate shouted. I saw it raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops seemed to be playing a little waltz. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. The sky is raining tirelessly, and the hazy rain and fog gently cover the whole campus. Rain drops from the sky like ten thousand silver lines and gently hits the window, forming a beautiful bead curtain.
It's time to finish school. We came to the front hall of the teaching building and saw the colorful school gates. Oh, that's my parents' umbrella. So after going through five levels and beheading six generals, I managed to squeeze into my father's car ... After a while, it began to rain heavily, as if to stop all the people on the road. ..... Towards evening, the rain stopped.
The next morning, the continuous spring rain began to rain again. Raindrops, like thin embroidery needles, wear in every corner and fall on leaves, spinning like beads. At this time, the city was immersed in silence, and my heart calmed down.
Yangliuqing falls after the rain. On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are blooming in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... they sit around as if they are beautiful, and they seem to be discussing how to show people more beautiful spring. This is really "a good rain like a season, when spring happens." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently! "
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...
A rain
It's raining. I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.
Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are!
I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.
There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.
The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again!
3. The landscape composition described by 3.profile 600 words is like looking for something on the ground and bumping into the west.
"It's raining!" A classmate shouted. I saw it raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops seemed to be playing a little waltz. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
The sky is raining tirelessly, and the hazy rain and fog gently cover the whole campus. Rain drops from the sky like ten thousand silver lines and gently hits the window, forming a beautiful bead curtain.
It's time to finish school. We came to the front hall of the teaching building and saw the colorful school gates. Oh, that's my parents' umbrella.
So after going through five levels and beheading six generals, I managed to squeeze into my father's car ... After a while, it began to rain heavily, as if to stop all the people on the road. ..... Towards evening, the rain stopped.
The next morning, the continuous spring rain began to rain again. Raindrops, like thin embroidery needles, wear in every corner and fall on leaves, spinning like beads. At this time, the city was immersed in silence, and my heart calmed down.
Yangliuqing falls after the rain. On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are blooming in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... they sit around as if they are beautiful, and they seem to be discussing how to show people more beautiful spring. This is really "a good rain like a season, when spring happens." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently! "The rain is weak, it is the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings.
And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain.
When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain.
It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time.
It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint."
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain.
However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again.
It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue. The sound of rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... it's raining, so I put my hand out of the window and touch the heartbeat of rain.
A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind. Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are! I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.
There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase. The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now.
Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again.
When I was in the third grade, a teacher with a childlike personality came to our class. He is tall and fat, with a short black face like a full moon and a pair of glasses on his nose. He speaks humorously. We affectionately call him MrDong. This is my English teacher, Miss Dong.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Dong is in his thirties, but he keeps a lively and cheerful personality like a child, and smiles brightly on his face every day.
Once, I went to Mr. Dong's office to subscribe to English Weekly. Originally, the English weekly was 15 yuan, but I took it as 15. 5 yuan, 50 points more. When I got to the office, the teacher counted the money and smiled and said to me, "Is this fifty cents for me to eat ice cream?" I realized that I had taken 50 cents more. I looked down and said calmly, "All right!" "The teacher smiled again:" I'm kidding. Here you are. "
In class, Mr. Dong's teaching methods are flexible and changeable, and he likes to let everyone play games in class, such as performing dialogues, short plays and answering questions quickly. Among them, dialogue performance is the most done in class, and whoever speaks well and performs well will be praised by the teacher; Whoever pronounces incorrectly will be patiently corrected by the teacher until the pronunciation is correct. This way enhances everyone's interest in learning English, and everyone no longer feels that learning English is boring. In order to make our English class relaxed and happy, Teacher Dong often makes us laugh with exaggerated and funny actions when teaching words. The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly warmed up, and students raised their hands in an endless stream. Even I, who usually doesn't like to talk in class, can't help raising my arms high. The most interesting thing is that he often says "Give me your little hand" to us ten-year-old children, which makes us feel so comfortable and everyone is his child.
It is precisely because Mr. Dong has a precious childlike innocence that there is no distance between our teachers and students, which makes us look forward to every English class.
Don't pretend to be the most accustomed life described by others just because you have no knowledge and live a good life.
5. Describe the campus scenery with a brief introduction of 600 words. The campus in the sunset has irresistible beauty. It is a kind of detail and tranquility, it is a kind of vitality. The crimson sunset shone on the lake and there was silence. Green water plants are dotted and swaying, and occasionally the breeze stirs up ripples. Do fish like swimming in the water and cheer for this campus? From the two upright teaching buildings, there came the sound of books, which was the harmonious music on Beethoven's piano and the beginning of the day. Occasionally, there are bursts of sweet laughter floating with the breeze, which is one of the hard days.
An episode is a testimony of joy. What a good opportunity when the students strode along the beautiful path on campus in the face of the morning glow! What are the students hugging and laughing in the sunset?
Comfortable! And our lovely and respectable teacher. When you encounter difficulties that cannot be solved, the teacher will be your guide. When you have something in your heart but nowhere to tell it, the teacher becomes your listener; When you are happy and happy, the teacher becomes your sharer. Can't you really like such a teacher? Who says that all aspects of campus life are boring, and who says that everything on campus is full of helplessness? Look at my campus: campus life is full of colors and laughter all the time. So, I want to say: "My campus life is rich and colorful!
6. They all describe the composition of the landscape from the side. The color of the first spring of the 600th lunar month.
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.
The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi wrote a poem: "The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?
Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.
Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add the color of spring?
However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.
I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring?
7. Write an impressive person, with profile description and positive description. A life of 600 words is like a piece of paper. Everyone has a glorious page that belongs to everyone. Whether it is colorful or plain, only we can write our life on this paper.
There have been laughter and tears on this paper; There are ups and downs, there are ups and downs. However, on the piece of paper that belongs to me, there is one of hers. She is my primary school teacher. In my impression, she is not a particularly excellent teacher. Like ordinary teachers, she is very concerned about her students and has always been selfless.
When I was the silly girl who just entered school and didn't know anything, she greeted me. I only remember the day when she took my hand and walked into the ocean of knowledge. I was deeply attracted by the boundless ocean. At that time, I wanted to swim across the ocean and go ashore alone. However, in that small mistake, I almost gave up this dream. It was she who helped me regain that confidence and made me become.
I was just in the third grade that year, and I couldn't stand any difficulties in my smooth life journey. However, life is really like a game, always playing jokes on us. Just as I was intoxicated with the honor of the first prize, the second mid-term exam left an indelible dark mark on my test paper. I can't face the arrogant me. I was blind, and in the later days, I began to cram crazily.
Finally, she talked to me. She told me to walk step by step and not to be too impatient. It's like learning to crawl first and then learn to walk. I shook my head. I don't quite understand what the teacher said. I asked her, "Teacher, how should I learn to crawl first?" I only remember that she smiled and said, "You should review from the most basic content. You are just too impatient, so you will be self-defeating. You have to walk slowly step by step, which is good for you! " "
I finally understood that I succeeded according to her method. I cheered. At this time, I found that she, who had been silently supporting me behind my back, also smiled happily.
8. Composition: Write a teacher you think is familiar with (400 words) with details and brief introduction. My teacher is our math teacher. Her hair is shoulder-length, and a few silver threads have been added to her black hair. Maybe she is overworked for us! Small eyes are so sharp that we can't escape her "critical eye" in class. Teacher Ren usually treats her classmates very seriously and always keeps a straight face in class, which makes us afraid to attend her class.
When the teacher is in class, he always talks about the content in detail. Whenever we have questions, she always lets us think independently, tell us when we think of the answers, and exercise our thinking ability. She is not only my mentor, but also my good friend.
Once, I met a problem and went to find her with my classmates. When we arrived at Teacher Ren's dormitory, she sat us down and gave us water, biscuits and fruit. Give us patience to explain the problem until we understand it. Let's play in her dormitory. She always entertains us warmly, chats with us and cares that we are not used to school life. In cold weather, she told me to wear more clothes.
Teacher Ren is not only very attentive in class, but also in his spare time. After class, we should take the time to correct our homework. After school, she dragged her tired body out of the office late. I have to go back to my room to prepare lessons at night. . How difficult it is! This is the epitome of many teachers. Teachers, you can have a rest.
Teacher, you have nurtured us with hard sweat! You are like a candle, burning yourself to illuminate us. Teacher, I want to say to you most: "You have worked hard! I love you forever! "
9. Side description and front description of a scene 600 words Our campus is beautiful, and the most pleasing thing is the swimming pool that children like.
This pool is located in the open space in the middle of the teaching building, about ten meters square. The pool is surrounded by square green-brown stone slabs. Each slate is engraved with two fan-shaped holes, which looks simple and elegant.
The water in the pool is so clear that you can see pebbles wrapped in moss at the bottom of the pool. The water is as green as a piece of jade. There are many fish in the pond, including red, yellow and black. Whenever I am fascinated, I feel like a lovely little fish, wearing colorful dresses, swimming happily in the water with its big tail swinging and playing with my friends.
Two rockeries stand in the middle of the pool. There is an old hut on the hill, and an old man is fishing in front of it. I think this may be the legendary Jiang Taigong. He must have caught a lot of fat fish.
Every noon, the ancient fountain begins to perform. Fountains are big and small, some are like Optimus Prime, and some are like a silver dragon soaring into the sky. Some are like water lilies blooming on the surface of the pool. A gust of wind blew, and the small drops of water falling from the air splashed on my face and hands, which was cool!
This is our school swimming pool, isn't it beautiful?
10. A composition of more than 600 words, detailed description 1. Description: I was infatuated with watermelon when I was a child, but now I have grown up. Sometimes I really miss that cold feeling.
Street stalls or melon shadows on the screen come into view, and the moment when I ate melons in my childhood reappears in front of my eyes: in summer, the brilliance of the rest of the day sinks into a corner of the sky, and the summer heat gradually disappears. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirit is particularly comfortable.
At this time, the fragrance of watermelon filled the streets, sometimes thick and sometimes light, as if nothing had happened. I (about five or six years old) put my arms around my knees and squatted on a small bench like a cat catching a mouse. My small black eyes glanced at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water.
Across the water, the sweat on my face has already dried up, and "Qianchuan" hangs like a waterfall. Mosquitoes "swim around" in their ears and don't care.
Under a bright smiling face, there is an expectant heart waiting-My Sweetie in a melon seed shell. Until the watermelon was cut into pieces: I saw watermelon seeds embedded in red melon meat like black pearls; The melon meat is a little cold; Melon juice flows down the mirror-like melon surface, one drop, two drops; The texture on the surface of melon is like the fine lines on the surface of painted porcelain ... The happiest moment is that the iced watermelon is held in your hand, and it seems that there is a cold current floating back and forth all over your body.
2. The fragrant mud flies yellow, the northwest wind whistles, and the residual snow rolls on the road. Although it is early spring, the weather is still very cold.
She, leaning against a poplar tree at the school gate, was as motionless as snow sculpture. The sudden ringing of the bell.
Her dim eyes sparkled with longing. A group of children, singing, walked out of the school gate without her son; Another group of children talked and laughed and set foot on the road without their son ... The figure was sparse, scattered and gone.
The creaking iron gate locked the silent campus. She was dizzy and could hardly stand up. She stumbled over and held her hands tightly on the iron fence.
"For what?" An old man in a message came out with a democratic face. "bright! My little light! " Like breathing, like crying.
"School is over." "Know the way ..." She murmured in a low voice with glassy eyes, lowered her head feebly, slowly released her hand, and took out a candy wrapped tightly with body temperature from the pocket of a long-breasted cotton-padded jacket: "Uncle, please ... give it to the child."
"What's your name?" "Wang Xiaoliang." "What grade and class?" "Today, just after my eighth birthday."
"I asked what grade and class." The old man is getting impatient.
"Oh ... maybe ..." She shook her head again. The old man looked at the neurotic woman strangely. "Who the hell are you?" What he answered was the tears in his eyes and the back that hobbled away.
The old man sighed in confusion and seemed to understand something. In the afternoon, this bag of candy finally reached Wang Xiaoliang in Class Two, Grade Two.
The child was very surprised. I haven't tasted this favorite toffee for a long time. His little hand rubbed his clothes back and forth, thought about it, and respectfully sent one to each child, two to his good friends and five to his teacher.
"Eat!" He shouted and jumped happily, even throwing off the prostitute with his mouth open. The students shared the joy with him in the laughter of hip-hop. Only the teacher quietly turned around ... After school, Xiao Liang was still immersed in joy and skipped home.
Suddenly, he stopped and felt the candy left in his pocket, and a sense of fear came upon him. He seemed to see it again: now mother raised her slender eyebrows and whispered something in her father's ear. Dad grabbed a stick and came up to him angrily.
He looked blankly, not knowing what to do. He patted his pocket hard, but it was bulging at first sight.
He lowered his head, sucked his fingers, thought for a long time, and looked around. He quickly buried the sugar in the snowdrift by the side of the road and specially inserted a small stick. Xiao Liang slept soundly and sweetly that night.
He dreamed that his old mother came back with a smile, and now her mother is hanging her head and leaving. I'm so happy. Next day, Xiao got up early.
As usual, he emptied and rinsed the bedpans of the whole family first, then washed rice, added water, poked fire, sat in the pan, and then slipped out with a cold steamed bread on his back. He wants to digest his candy quickly.
I don't want to. Overnight, the ground temperature rose, the ice and snow melted, syrup and snow water mixed together and penetrated into the earth. On the wet ground, there are some crumpled candy paper and small sticks as marks.
Xiao Liang blinked and couldn't help rolling down tears. He squatted on the ground sadly and looked blankly.
After a while, I couldn't help reaching out my chapped little finger, picking up some dirt and putting it on the tip of my tongue-he smiled again: that dirt, My Sweetie's. Summarize several common detail descriptions: (1) portrait detail description, that is, portrait detail description.
For example, in Daddy's Caregiver, the portrait of the patient is a detail. It is this detail that drives the development of the plot.
(2) Description of language details, that is, a detailed description of the typical language of characters. For example, in "Deer Fetus Hitting Kansai Town", after Lu Da killed Kansai Town, he faked his death. This is a language detail, which shows Lu Da's bold and refined character, courage and wit.
(3) action detail description, that is, a thorough and detailed description of the typical actions of the characters. For example, in the passage about Lu Da borrowing money to help Jin Lao's father and daughter in the boxing town of Lu Tiha, the verbs used vividly show the different personality characteristics of the three men.
(4) the detailed description of psychological activities, that is, the detailed description of the psychological activities of the characters. For example, in the article "Daddy's Caregiver", the description of young Sisillo's psychological activities after seeing "Daddy" seriously ill can well show the excellent quality of caring for his parents.
(5) Detailed description of expression changes, that is, a detailed description of the process of expression changes of characters. In the article Seven Matches, the description of the expression change after the unknown soldier handed the match to Lu Jinyong is a detail worth savoring.
(6) Description of clothing details, that is, detailed description of characters' clothing. It is necessary to see the professional characteristics of this person through the description of clothing, and it is also possible to see the personality characteristics other than professional characteristics. This is a good description of clothing details.
(7) a detailed description of things, that is, a detailed description of the development and change process of things. For example, in.