So I found a needle and thread and asked my grandmother to teach me how to nail it. Grandma said, "Actually, nailing buttons is easier than learning. I'll show you first." I saw grandma's hand shuttling between clothes and buttons like a flower, and soon it was nailed.
Seeing grandma nailing well and quickly, and thinking of what grandma just said, I think nailing buttons is really easy. Grandma said, "Now, I'll teach you how to nail another button!" " "I quickly grabbed the buttons and clothes from my grandmother and said," No, it's not easy! ",can't wait to be nailed up.
First of all, I aimed the thread at the eye of the needle, trying to thread the thin and long thread through the eye of the needle, but the fine fiber on the thread always made trouble and couldn't get in. I'm sweating with anxiety. Grandma reminded me: "You should put the thread in your mouth first, and then rub it with your index finger and thumb." Do it according to grandma's teaching method, and sure enough, the thread went into the eye of the needle at once.
It seems that we should pay attention to methods in everything. Then, under the guidance of grandma, she tied a knot at the end of the thread, then held the clothes in her left hand, pressed the button with her thumb, and put the needle and thread out of the back of the clothes with her right hand, and then passed through the hole on the button and then through the clothes. The small button was nailed to the clothes. I repeated it several times, and the button was firmly fixed on the clothes.
Finally, I wound the thread under the button several times, then put the needle and thread behind the clothes to tie a knot and cut the thread. I took a deep breath. I forgot the pain of my finger being pricked by a needle, so I quickly took the buttoned clothes to grandma for her to enjoy.
However, grandma looked at it, but she was in distress situation. I asked strangely, "What's the matter?" Grandma smiled and said, "You nailed the button into your clothes."
I looked at it carefully and smiled shyly. Alas! I have no choice but to take out the stitches and sew them back on.
I just learned this lesson. I'll straighten the buttons first, and then nail them carefully according to the method just now. I'm much more skilled this time. I didn't prick my finger. Looks like practice makes perfect! Grandma smiled with satisfaction when I showed her the sewn clothes again. Seeing grandma happy, thinking that she has learned a new skill is sweeter than eating honey.
This incident taught me a truth: do everything with an open mind, be careful and have the right method. Otherwise, it will be counterproductive, and haste makes waste.
2. Write a third-grade composition that I finally made through hard work. On Sunday, two buttons fell off my favorite dress. I want my grandmother to help me sew them, but I think: I am ten years old, so I should learn to do my own thing.
So I found a needle and thread and asked my grandmother to teach me how to nail it. Grandma said, "Actually, nailing buttons is easier than learning. I'll show you first." I saw grandma's hand shuttling between clothes and buttons like a flower, and soon it was nailed.
Seeing grandma nailing well and quickly, and thinking of what grandma just said, I think nailing buttons is really easy. Grandma said, "Now, I'll teach you how to nail another button!" " "I quickly grabbed the buttons and clothes from my grandmother and said," No, it's not easy! ",can't wait to be nailed up.
First of all, I aimed the thread at the eye of the needle, trying to thread the thin and long thread through the eye of the needle, but the fine fiber on the thread always made trouble and couldn't get in. I'm sweating with anxiety. Grandma reminded me: "You should put the thread in your mouth first, and then rub it with your index finger and thumb." Do it according to grandma's teaching method, and sure enough, the thread went into the eye of the needle at once.
It seems that we should pay attention to methods in everything. Then, under the guidance of my grandmother, I tied a knot in the thread, then held the clothes in my left hand, held the button with my thumb, and put the needle and thread out of the back of the clothes with my right hand, and then passed through the small hole in the button and then through the clothes. The small button was nailed to the clothes. I repeated it several times, and the button was firmly fixed on the clothes.
Finally, I wound the thread under the button several times, then put the needle and thread behind the clothes to tie a knot and cut the thread. I took a deep breath. I forgot the pain of my finger being pricked by a needle, so I quickly took the buttoned clothes to grandma for her to enjoy.
The third grade composition "One thing I did" recorded a day in late spring and early summer last year. After school, I hurried on my way home.
At this moment, it suddenly began to rain. I quickly opened the flower umbrella my mother prepared for me.
At this moment, I suddenly found a little girl in front without an umbrella, and she was soaked through by the rain, almost soaked. I saw her neck shrinking with cold, shivering and trudging.
I think: teachers often teach us to be caring and lend a helping hand when others are in trouble. So I ran forward without hesitation and said to the little girl without thinking, "Little sister, let's go with an umbrella!" " The little girl gave me a grateful look and said, "Thank you, sister." "
So, we walked side by side in the storm. I've been walking her to her door.
When I got home, it was already dark. My mother scolded me and said, "Why did you come back so late?" I told her about sending the little girl, and my mother praised me for doing a good deed and being a good boy who helped others.
What I did with my own hands, what I did with my own hands.
Many things have happened in my life, and many things will disappear after a while, but one thing has always been unforgettable in my heart, and that is the first time I cooked instant noodles.
It happened last year. I was hungry at noon that day, but my mother was busy with work and couldn't leave. There is no one else at home, so I have to cook by myself. I have never cooked. What should I do? I thought for a long time and said loudly, "Yes, it's easy to cook instant noodles." I picked up a packet of instant noodles and opened it on the stove. I took a stool and stood up. I first took more than half a pot of water, put the pot on the stove, turned on the fire, boiled the water, then put the noodles in the pot and put the seasoning. After a while, I turned my face over and stirred it with chopsticks. Delicious noodles are ready. I put the noodles in a big bowl and ate them.
I ate my own noodles, which tasted so delicious that I will never forget them.
5. ask; A primary school student wrote a story by himself and a happy story in the third grade.
I have met many happy things, such as swimming, skating, roller skating … but my favorite project is swimming. Because as soon as I entered the swimming pool and jumped into the water, I floated up. It was fun. Since I like swimming best, let's talk about swimming!
I think swimming should be an entertainment. Once, my classmates and I went to learn swimming. At that time, I looked at the water and really wanted to jump in and swim at once. Because I see the water is clean. So I am very much looking forward to jumping into the water and swimming at once. Suddenly, I heard the coach shout, "Start swimming in the water!" " "So, we can't wait to jump into the water to swim.
We jumped into the water, only to see a lot of water splashing, flying flowers everywhere, and the coach was covered in water. We all laughed when we saw it! The coach said, "Stop laughing and go swimming!" " "So, we immediately put our heads into the water and started swimming. In the water, we swim freely. Bang, my head hit the wall. How did I hit it? Oh! It turns out that when I was swimming, I didn't look forward. I didn't know I had reached the end and hit it.
After the swimming class, all the students ran to the big pool to swim. I stumbled into the water. I swam all the way to the end and found that my ears were swollen as long as I swam to the end. And in the water, you will dress yourself as soon as you spit bubbles in your mouth. Very good! You can climb up from the bottom of the water and reach the surface before anyone else. Besides, I found that you can also play hide-and-seek in the water!
6. Write a composition about a failure in my third grade. Many things happened in my childhood memory. They are like seashells by the sea, dazzling and dim. They accompanied me through the difficulties, and a dull shell made me remember it vividly.
It was the day when papers were handed out after the exam. It's sunny and sunny, and the sun shines on us. I hope our grades are as brilliant as the sun. The teacher began to mark the papers.
The students' ears pricked up like rabbits' ears, and we all listened. The students in front are very proud of their papers, and their faces are filled with sunny smiles.
I thought: What's the big deal? My score may be higher than yours. When I read it, Chen Si scored 79 points in Chinese and 87 points in mathematics, and the ranking was 18. Suddenly, my tears swirled in my eyes. Suddenly, a teardrop as big as a bean fell to the ground mercilessly, and the teardrop blurred my eyes. My face was burning and I couldn't speak for a moment. My heart is sour and bitter. I really couldn't stand the ridicule, so I read the roll paper. Alas, it's all scribbling mistakes, copying mistakes, calculation mistakes and scribbling. I really regret it. My mother often tells me not to be careless in doing problems, but to read and think carefully. It's a thousand miles away.
I can hear this sentence. My grades really wasted my mother's heart for me! Since then, I have done everything carefully.
I want to be a reassuring child in everything I do, and I also want my teachers and classmates to look at me with new eyes. There are failures and successes in people's childhood, and people's childhood has ups and downs. Only when you have tried, can you feel the existence and value of life.
I did an interesting thing. I wrote a 300-word composition in grade three. I wrote an interesting thing in the third grade.
One clear morning in Wan Li, I came to my hometown.
Dad bought two eggs by the roadside, one for me and the other for my brother. I am curious to think: is the earth elliptical or round? What is the structure of the earth? I asked my brother curiously. I asked, "Brother, is the earth elliptical?" What is the structure of the earth? ""When astronauts see the earth in the universe, it looks like a circle, but it isn't. The structure of the earth can be explained by eggs, but I ate mine. Give it to me! "I didn't pay attention, gave the egg to my brother. My brother pointed to the egg shell and said, "This is noodles." Then he peeled off the guest, pointed to the protein and said, "This is the earth's crust." Then he ate the egg white in one bite, then pointed to the yolk and said, "This is the center of the earth! " "
I went back and thought for a while, only to find that I was cheated. I hate that iron doesn't turn into steel. Suddenly, there was a hawking voice from outside: "Eggs and stones, whose appearance is the color of eggs, are actually stones!" " Only two and a half dollars. "As soon as I heard this, I went to buy one, and then I found a child. I told him the strategy and I smiled cunningly.
I took my child in front with stones and eggs, and then said to my brother, "Brother, this child also wants to know the structure of the earth." I gave the egg to my younger brother, who pointed to the eggshell and said, "This is noodles!" " "Then he started peeling eggshells, but his nails were crooked when he peeled them. He bit it off and all three wobbly teeth fell out.
Although I have gone too far this time, anyone who wants to cheat me by being a brother will be called self-inflicted!
8. The composition "Write something about my growing experience" in the third grade of primary school inadvertently opened the drawer, and I saw the broken ruler again, and I couldn't help but think of that incident a few years ago. ...
It was a math midterm in the sixth grade of primary school. The day before the exam, the teacher told us, "Students, there is a drawing problem in this exam. Everyone must bring a pencil ruler. " I studied late that night and didn't pack up what I had to bring for the exam. The next morning, I opened my eyes, huh? It's half past seven! Shit, I'm late for the exam! I dressed in a hurry, put pencils, erasers, etc. spread out on the table into my schoolbag, and ran to school.
When I got to the classroom, I took out my things one by one. Pencil, eraser, pen, ruler ... huh? Ah! Ruler! I forgot my ruler! That's it. There are only five minutes before the exam. What should I do?
I turned my bag upside down and looked around the seat, hoping to find a ruler. But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag is empty, the ground is clean and there is nothing. Oh, this is terrible. I don't have a ruler. How to do the drawing problem?
The teacher came in with a test paper, and I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: "What's wrong with you? Have you lost anything? " In retrospect, I don't know. Although I don't think he can help me, I told him that I forgot to bring my ruler. He sank for a while and said, "I'll give it to you." While I was wondering, he broke his new ruler in half, handed me one and said, "Take it."
I took half a ruler, and a feeling of gratitude rose from my heart. But before I could say anything, * * * rang and the exam began. I had to turn around, concentrate on answering questions and draw carefully with the cut ruler. ...
* * * rang again, and the exam was over. I heaved a long breath. I turned to thank him, but I didn't know what to say He seemed to understand my mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome. It is right to help each other. I'll give you that ruler. " With that, he picked up his things and left. Looking at the back of his departure and the ruler in his hand, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
It has been several years, but I still remember it clearly and will always stay in my heart. It made me feel the true feelings of the world, and I will continue to spread this true feelings. I hope everyone can feel this true feeling and pass it on.
9. One thing that I want to do most in the composition of Grade Three, one thing that I want to do most.
Time is like a meteor in the sky, which suddenly slides by, and the instantaneous action is impossible to capture. All my days will pass, and this disappearance makes me lost, at a loss and at a loss. ...
Once my days disappeared in the vast sea, so that I could never find what it used to look like; Once my day disappeared in the dark, leaving its last face in my sleep; Once, my days accumulated on that clock and left me without saying goodbye to everything I did.
I don't know what they are doing, but I know they have been lingering in my memory. I cried because I didn't keep them and let them go in vain; I am happy, because I know that I can't keep up with the pace of time at all, and I can only spin in the cage of time in ignorance.
Time is still in the past, and I haven't slowed down at all because of my retention ... I'm going to play in NCAA tomorrow, and I'm leaving my teammates, my familiar stadium and my hometown. I can't bear to part with my teammate friedship for three years. He has formed a deep friendship in our hearts. I can't bear to part with that stadium, where there used to be many glories, recording every goal moment.
On this court, my teammates and I shed a lot of blood and sweat and won many championships. I am here. We train together, we grow together, we laugh together, we forge ahead together, we cooperate together, and we inspire together.
There is only half a day left, I don't know what to do, but I don't want to let it go.
I want to find them again, or in that field, and then train together. As before, let me always remember the proud faces of my teammates and say goodbye to them one by one when I leave. It may be a very unhappy time, but I still feel very fulfilled. When our team is faced with failure, it will still be indomitable without pain and tears, but at that moment, I don't know who can hold back the tears that have been hidden for a long time. This is indeed a painful ending.
At that time, it seems that time will not be as fast as before. Maybe God has mercy on my departure.
The faces of my teammates are printed in my heart, and their figures disappear in front of my eyes. My heart tells me that maybe I should stay. ...