I have a little glass turtle. Not big, but cute. Its shell is engraved with two words: Xuanwu. Its head can move flexibly and its limbs can climb and move freely, but its tail is green. There is a smile on his mouth, which looks like a little doll with a smile on his mouth.
This is a gift I received when I was three years old. That year was the most unforgettable one for me. My cousin is still in primary school and won't go home until late at night. There is only one thing I don't understand: my brother is rich and he can come back by car. Why does he walk every day? My cousin seemed to see through my mind and said to me, "You won't understand until your birthday." I am puzzled: what is it? The question was quickly answered. On my birthday, my cousin asked the teacher for a day off. First, he went out to buy clothes for me. Later, he took me into a handmade glass shop. As soon as I entered, my eyes were blurred, and I couldn't help but admire: Wow! It's beautiful. My cousin asked me, "Which one do you like?" I will buy it for you! "I looked at it for a long time and finally chose this little turtle. Cousin asked the boss, "How much is this, uncle?" "One hundred, don't bargain. "My brother looked at the only one hundred dollars left in his hand and gave it to the boss.
At that moment, I hugged him and cried, but he pretended to be fine and said, "Nothing, isn't it money?" I have many. "
At the age of five, the tortoise was broken and my heart was broken.
Every time I walk into a glass toy store, I always think of my brother.
Write 500 words about my collection. In my family, my father is a stamp collector, and my mother also collects three or four thick stamps. Whenever I have leisure, I will take them out quietly. Over time, after watching too much, I can't help thinking of a New Year: Mom and Dad can collect stamps, so can I!
Holding all the pocket money, I hurried downstairs to the opposite post office. There are new stamps issued today, and there are a lot of people waiting in line. I chose a team with relatively few people to step down. Wait quietly.
Finally came to my uncle. I saw him buy a stamp of Huangshan Mountain. That stamp is really beautiful. I learned from the conversation between the aunt and uncle in the post office that this Huangshan stamp is the last one. I stood on tiptoe, but because it was too far away, I could only see the clouds on the stamp. It's my turn I quickly bought a stamp album, ran to the waiting hall and sat down next to my uncle. I stuck my head out and looked at the stamps hard. My uncle seems to have found out: "Do you like this Huangshan stamp, little friend?" I nodded: "Yes, I want to buy it, but it's gone." "Then I give it to you! Uncle believes that you will collect it well. " My uncle handed me the stamp and walked out of the post office. Holding the stamp, I thought: This uncle is really nice. I will enjoy the scenery on the stamps soon.
This is a famous scenic spot of Huangshan Mountain! There are clouds everywhere, as if you were in a fairyland. The mountain peaks in the distance are surprisingly high, as if breaking through the sky. In this mist, the magic pen that can produce beautiful flowers appeared. I seem to have seen the poet Li Bai cross the mountains and take him to the foot of Huangshan Mountain, and finally found the magic pen in my dream. For a moment, I seemed to see the pen tip blooming and the words were so brilliant that I was welcoming the rising sun. I seem to see Li Bai raise his pen, and with a wave of his hand, a famous sentence from ancient times to the present comes to my mind. ...
This is my most precious collection.
Write my 500-word collection 3 Everyone has his own "little baby", which may be a long-cherished model or a long-cherished greeting card. I'm a test paper-or a 68. ......
This is an old test paper. Although worn out, it always inspires me to move forward.
This paper has been with me for more than a year. Thanks to it, I can get rid of carelessness. It was a sunny morning and I ran to school with my schoolbag on my back. Along the way, Grandfather Sun smiled at me straight. White clouds are floating in the blue sky; Uncle grandpa waved to me; Birds sing for me; Flower spirit, abrupt, abrupt jump out, abrupt jump down as if playing hide and seek, very cute. Guess what! ? That's right! The math teacher handed out papers today! ! Don't even think about it I'm sure I can get into the top three! !
I can't wait to run to school and sit in my seat step by step. Over time, I was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. I thought, "alas! How time flies! ? "Just when I was impatient, the teacher strode onto the platform, adjusted her glasses and said," Now let's talk about the examination paper! ! "I am secretly happy. "Read 90 points first: Yu Zheng Xiong ..." I haven't read it yet after 70 points. I stopped, too Suddenly thought of an excuse to comfort myself: "Maybe I got 100, and finally got in!" ? Haha "As a result, the teacher had to make trouble unreasonably:" Meng Jinpeng! ! 68 points! ! "Obviously, the teacher's voice has increased by several decibels. I froze. It's like being hit by a thousand-pound boulder and falling into an ice hole.
After school, I was carried by a heavy schoolbag and looked at the paper. Let me understand a truth: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind."
Although this is a worn-out paper, it always inspires me to move forward.
I have loved toy cars since I was a child. As soon as I see them, I will beg my parents to buy them for me. They also try their best to meet my needs. Over time, at least 100 cars belong to me.
Many of them are broken because they didn't know how to take good care of them when they were young, and they were too violent when they played. It's a pity to think about it now. If it is well preserved, I can almost open a car museum.
These beloved cars were collected by me in a big motorcycle box. When I opened them, all kinds of racing cars, locomotives, trucks, trailers, cranes, trains, cars and high-speed trains came into view. Among them, the remote control car is my favorite.
Recently, the movie Transformers is being shown. I also have a car that can turn into a yellow transformer, but it's not a bumblebee. I think they should be family partners! You can change from a car to a majestic robot. How cool!
Recently, I tried to repair those broken cars, just like a mechanic, but in the process of sorting out, I also gained a great sense of accomplishment. If I can find the right paint, I'm sure I can make them look like new. As for those seriously damaged and terminally ill cars, I am reluctant to throw them away, because they are all part of my happy childhood memories.
The process of collecting the car was full of fun, including my parents' love for me. Every car is a car. I will continue this hobby. I bought a brand-new concrete car, police car, fire truck, ambulance and police tractor. Maybe I can really open a car museum soon.
My collection is two figures under the same umbrella, two figures under a big tree, two students struggling on the desk together, comforting each other after failure ... I collect friendship.
I have many friends, and every friendship is precious. When I am unhappy, I have friends to comfort me. When you fail, have friends to encourage you; When I succeed, I have friends to share my happiness ... Friendship has given me a lot! Collecting friendship has also taught me a lot!
Collecting friendship has taught me to cherish. I have two friends who are very kind to me. Because of something that made me extremely disgusted, I easily proposed "breaking up." In the days when we broke up with them, the ideological struggle was fierce. Actually, I was wrong. There was a friendship before, and I gave it up easily. Finally, the person who lost the most was myself! Ignore them, your psychology is not good at all. Giving up easily is tantamount to torturing yourself ... Finally, one day, I made up with them. Only I know the preciousness of this friendship best, and I will cherish it!
Collecting friendship has taught me to be considerate and caring for others. In the past, I sometimes ignored other people's feelings and often hurt others unintentionally. Once, because of some unpleasant things, I was in a bad mood. I like to lose my temper when I have nothing to do. My friend asked me what happened. I even thought they were bored and shouted at them, "Leave me alone!" In retrospect, I treated them too much! I admit that I don't understand others, but they kindly asked me, should my attitude be so bad? I was wrong. Once again, I matched my mistakes because of friendship!
Collecting friendship has taught me empathy; Collecting friendship taught me to share with others; Collecting friendship makes me understand tolerance ... My collection makes my life more colorful!
I want to shout: Long live friendship!
Write 500 words about my collection. 6 Other people's collections may be stamps, coins or toys. But I have a different collection-books. I like books since I was a child. Every time I hold the Children's Pictorial that my mother just bought and read it with relish. Occasionally, I will ask my mother for some words I don't understand. Books enable me to learn knowledge.
When I grew up, I began to wander in Who's Who and the four classic novels. Although I don't know much about it, it brings me fun. In the fourth grade, I came across a series of books called Yilin. Yilin Junior Edition, Miss Yilin, Yilin 12+, Yilin Chan ... I also had an experience of collecting books. Last year, I saw the seventh volume of the bound volume of Miss Yilin bought by my deskmate and rushed to the bookstore to buy it. The owner of the bookstore near my home replied unanimously: "No, I was busy at school and didn't have time to buy it, so it was so soon ..." Thinking of a bookstore near my school, I went by bus. Sure enough, the book is waving to me. The bookstore owner said to me, "This is the last one. If you come late, you can't grab it! " "Oh, I see, that kind of excitement, don't mention how cool! My cousin knows that I love books, and she also gave me some of her only composition books. Writing people, taking notes, discussing, applying … everything. I will read a lot of grammar carefully, write a good composition, communicate with my classmates and find my own shortcomings. All this is due to these composition books. Besides, four classical novels, Mao Anying, and some inspirational novels are neatly placed in my room. These books have been with me for ten years. Now books and I are like fish without water. My house is small, but books account for half of it. I will read more books, read good books, study hard and be a good student.
Writing down my collection of 500 words and 7 smiles is a clear spring in the desert, a bright lamp when sailing, an umbrella in rainy days and a bridge between hearts. Therefore, that smile is my best "collection"
At that moment, I sat in the examination room. Time is like a drop of water on the tip of a needle, which falls into the water and disappears. In a blink of an eye, the paper will be handed in, but I still have one problem to do. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-I'm in a rash. I've tried my best, but I'm still puzzled. Just when I was upset, a smile appeared in my mind, just like sunshine, and my thoughts drifted away.
The love behind the smile lingers in my ears.
The sky is gray, the heart is cold and the flowers are withered. Failure is like the cold wind in late autumn, attacking my heart. The wind blows without direction, and the raindrops mixed with it float freely. From the moment I left the school gate, I immediately found my mother's figure. Along the way, I hesitated. I can't imagine how my mother would react if she knew this score.
When I got home, I sat by the window alone, staring at the paper with poor grades. With a creak, the door was pushed open, and I quickly hid the test paper, but it was too late. My mother looks at me like a lonely boat drifting in the sea, waiting for the cold wind and rain.
I looked up, and to my surprise, a smile appeared on my mother's face, just like a clear spring dripping on the dry land ... She said, "Don't be impulsive, don't be impetuous, do it overnight." That night, my mother's smile and advice touched my heartstrings and lingered in my ears.
Thinking of this, I settled down, read the question carefully, analyzed it carefully, and finally worked out the answer.
That smile will remain in my heart forever, just like red maple leaves, moonlight and blue sky ... in short, it is my best "collection".
Write my collection 500 words 8 Everyone has his own collection, and everyone's is different, because everyone's preferences are different, and the collection is naturally different.
I just entered primary school, and my grades are not the best, nor are they very bad. I am above average. I remember my first exam, which was the countdown of the whole class. Why? Because I didn't know there were two sides to the test paper at that time, I did badly in the exam. My mother didn't blame me, my confidence didn't know where I went, I didn't have any confidence, and I didn't like to talk very much.
In the third grade, there was a recitation contest in our class. At that time, I really wanted to participate, but I always felt that I would make a fool of myself and was afraid of classmates' jokes. The teachers at school also like me very much and want me to participate. Persuaded by the teacher, my classmates and I took part in the competition. Unexpectedly, not only did I not make a mistake, but our class also won the second place, and my self-confidence gradually increased, so I put my self-confidence away.
When I was in the third year of high school, I met my best friend. We have been together for five years. He is happy every day and has never been depressed. No matter what happens, he will treat it calmly. Once we both failed in the exam, I was sad, but he was not unhappy at all. I asked him after class, and he said it was normal that you didn't do well in the exam. You should have a normal mind, don't be complacent when you do well in the exam, and don't be depressed when you don't do well in the exam. Don't affect your mood just because you took the exam once. After listening to his story, I suddenly realized, so I put down my normal heart.
It's still being collected today, and it's getting more and more. I look forward to what I will collect tomorrow.
If you ask me what my favorite collection is, my answer may be surprising, because my favorite collection is stones. Some people may think, what's good about hard stones? Actually, it's not. The creation of nature is amazing.
There are no two identical leaves or two identical stones in the world. There are people, things, mountains, water, rivers, feelings and scenery in the stone. A stone is a world and a beautiful and wonderful story. Among my collection attempts, one is the most beautiful. Its color is blue, and the blue one has no impurities. Among the cyan, there are several pure white patterns decorated on the stone, which are very beautiful. These two remind me of the majestic momentum of Li Bai's "flying over three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days". This kind of stone is naturally formed, which contains the fragrance, purity and beauty of nature ... I hold this stone in my hand and watch it carefully, and my heart seems to fly to nature with this stone.
Breathe the fresh air in nature, drink the cool and sweet mountain springs in nature, and enjoy the pure fragrance in nature. My soul is willing to accept the nourishment and translation of nature and understand the leisurely charm of heaven. Open the box where I collect stones, and you will see all kinds of stones, including round pebbles, many angular ores, and many grotesque stones. You can't tell which one you are. I collect these stones not only because of their shapes, but also because of their indomitable character. Looking at these stones, I always remind myself to be a strong child, make contributions to the country when I grow up, and become the pillar of the motherland.
Write my collection in 500 words 10. I have a lot of collections, from schoolbags to flower seeds. Some people may wonder why I have nothing to do with collecting a seed-it really happens to be a good memory of my childhood.
When I was very young, my grandfather brought me back a small bag of rose seeds from the countryside. I was very happy at that time. I don't know if it was because roses were beautiful or because I especially liked to eat preserved roses made by my grandfather. They look shiny and sweet, and the children in the neighborhood are crying!
I planted it hopefully. I am looking forward to eating my own roses. So I am busy watering and fertilizing them every day. Many things have happened, and finally some flowers are in full bloom, emitting charming fragrance at night.
Grandpa rushed over to teach me how to do it. He is very happy to teach and I am very happy to learn, thinking that I can eat it in a few days.
Grandpa also brought me all kinds of candied flowers, including sweet-scented osmanthus, chrysanthemum and camellia … but I think roses are the best.
A few days later, I finally got my wish to eat pickled roses, which made me very happy. I called my grandpa excitedly, and grandpa at the other end of the phone applauded happily.
But a few days later, I learned that Grandpa had a heart attack. ...
Holding my mobile phone, I stared at the candied flowers and the roses I hadn't finished eating, and suddenly stuffed all the candied flowers into my mouth: too sweet, too sweet to be bitter. ...
The next day, when I was cleaning the balcony, I suddenly found that a pot of flowers in the corner was not in bloom. I hung up the seeds to watch them blossom and bear fruit, and then I thought, forget it, it doesn't smell like that anymore. ...
Maybe I keep him, and sometimes I can remember the memories of making candied flowers with my grandfather, and the taste of candied flowers made with my grandfather. ...
I will keep this memory and this seed in my heart.
Write down my collection in 500 words: 1 1 autumn collection, stepping on the golden road, watching the golden and brilliant colors, and stepping on the gorgeous carpet to the distant place where it is composed.
Picking autumn, the fiery red color of maple leaves brought me infinite passion and embarked on the road of dreams with passion.
Collecting autumn, watching the green trees dance with the wind, leaving countless hopes, driving me to rush to that hope quickly.
Picking autumn, looking at the golden leaves always reminds me of my childhood. The beautiful fallen leaves present extremely gorgeous colors, which always fill me with infinite dreams.
I always feel as beautiful as a fairy when I walk to that tree on a gorgeous carpet. When I was a child, I always put on beautiful clothes and walked on the golden carpet leading to the distance. I think this will make people's dreams come true.
Picking autumn, watching the fiery red leaves fall slowly from the tree, I began my wish. I hope my dream can come true.
I used to write down my wishes with a pen and bury them under a tree, always hoping that my dreams would come true. After that, I often write my wishes on the fiery red leaves. Then, hang them on the growing tree with a rope, wait for it to grow up and bring my wish to the blue sky.
Picking autumn leaves and watching green leaves will always make my dreams bloom. I often think that I can be a teacher, doctor, nurse, fashion designer and so on in the future. Others looked at the meteor and made a wish, but I wrote my wish on the fallen leaves and hung it on the growing tree. I always feel that the meteor is downward, which will make my wish fail, while the small tree is upward, which will bring my wish to the blue sky and rest assured of my wish.
Collecting autumn brings me infinite memories and pure dreams. Let me always enjoy the happiness and fun brought by autumn and enjoy my childhood.
Collect autumn. My favorite autumn is colorful. It's very beautiful and gorgeous. This is my collection of autumn, which makes me intoxicated, as if I were in the realm of dreams.
Write my collection 500 words 12 At the age of fifteen, I have so many feelings I want to engrave in my heart, and so many loves I want to collect carefully, just like a leaf, lying quietly in my heart.
Emotional bond
I still remember your strong tea fragrance every afternoon, which is refreshing. I like sitting under the delicate tree in front of the window, watching you from a distance, watching your silky black hair fluttering in the wind, turning pages with your slender white fingers and turning my little heart. You are reading Tagore. I know that he is your favorite. You are fascinated by the magnificence of "Life is like a summer flower" and the fragrance of "Northern Angry". You found me spying on you in the distance, smiling without a word. At this moment, I want to become a golden flower, blooming on the branches and collecting your sunshine. Mom, you are like a surging river, and I follow you to the eternal stream. Mom, I will carefully collect your beauty and love …
friendship
I still remember the snowflakes flying all over the sky that winter, and a pool of dirt on the ground. In my most difficult time, you came to me like an angel and leaned over and whispered in my ear. You said that at any time, your heart was by my side. I miss the warm time of that season. I get up very late every morning, and then wrap up in a thick down jacket and run hand in hand to the dining hall. I often sit on the icy road and enjoy the fragrance of Maxwell. We often visit the ice cream shop called "We" and then chat with the owner's sister. I like to enjoy Janacek's symphony with you and talk about our future ideals. Sometimes we hang up the camera and go to the depths of the mountains with our "donkey friends". How are you doing? I want to carefully collect your good memories and mine. ...
love
I especially remember the first time I met you. I have never forgotten my feelings for you. I know I can't stand the so-called "love" of fifteen, but I still want to carefully collect this purest and most beautiful attachment. Every look in your eyes, every smile and every encouragement will bring me endless strength. In this way, I will carefully collect my feelings. ...
Thanks to my fifteen years old and my youth, I will sincerely collect my love and youth. ...
Write my collection of 500 words 13. Everyone will have their own long-cherished "baby" under the bed and in the drawer. Maybe they are beautiful rainstones, maybe a small model made by ourselves, maybe a delicate greeting card, maybe a precious jewel. They look unremarkable, but they bring happiness and good memories to our lives. My collection is an exquisite little wooden boat.
Every time I see that exquisite little wooden boat hidden in the drawer, I think of Chen Ming.
When I was in the middle class of kindergarten, Chen Ming and I >; At the same table, our two families are close. We go to school together and go home together every day. We became inseparable friends until that happened in the kindergarten class.
This is a very unpleasant thing. One day, after reviewing our lessons, we took out the wooden boat we bought in a small shop to play. When Chen Ming saw that my boat was beautifully made, he took it in his hand and looked at it from beginning to end, always unwilling to let it go. Unexpectedly, when the hand shook, the small wooden boat broke with a bang. I cried for compensation as soon as I saw it. Chen Ming said, "I didn't mean to." I gave him an angry push, and he stepped back a few steps, just stepping on my small wooden boat. I'm even angrier. I picked up Chen Ming's small wooden boat and stomped it on the ground with my feet. Since then, our friendship has broken down.
In a blink of an eye, a semester passed. One day, when I came home from school, I walked in front and Chen Ming walked behind. I turned around secretly and saw him holding a delicate wooden boat in his right hand. I looked at him in surprise. He flushed and said excitedly, "That was my fault. I will move tomorrow. I made this boat. Let's keep it as a souvenir! " Then he put the small wooden boat in my hand. Thinking about what happened that day and looking at him again, those warm eyes made me unable to say a word, just holding his hand tightly.
Chen Ming and his parents moved away. We haven't seen each other since. I hid the small wooden boat he gave me in the drawer. As soon as I saw the boat, it was as if I saw Chen Ming standing in front of me.
Write my collection of 500 words 14 since I took the plane, I like the plane very much and often do the take-off and landing actions of the plane. After a long time, I feel that this is unrealistic and I think about having a plane every day.
I often beg my mother to buy me a Lego plane, but my mother just doesn't agree. Mom always said: you are so old, and you still buy such childish things. You know, we didn't have such good conditions before, so we have whatever we want. Now that the semester is over, you are still thinking about toys!
Without my mother's permission, I had to make my own handmade plane. I collected some old foam paper first, and my mother found it by accident when she was cleaning my room the next day. As soon as I saw something bad, I told my mother that these things were used for stacking cartons. Mother said to me in a reminding tone: Don't hide anything next time, or I'll throw you into the trash can with these rubbish! Wow, I finally escaped. I have to start work tonight. Everyone turned off the lights and went to bed, only me, tinkling in the small room. I took down the plane engine and propeller from my father's abandoned small electric fan. The wheels are gears in the room TV, and other places are made of foam paper. After the plane, I wrote the words Eastern Airlines on the wing with a watercolor pen. I fell asleep unconsciously while watching the plane. The next day, I drew a big, red apple, a green lawn and a code name that every plane can't lack with a watercolor pen.
I'm very demanding about my private jet. I paint with a watercolor pen and gently scrub with a wet sponge every day. Suddenly, my mother discovered my secret and my hard work on this plane. She looked at me in surprise. I thought my mother would agree to buy a Lego plane. But my mother didn't agree and said that she would throw my plane away tomorrow. I was so scared that I quickly hid the plane. This is my baby.
The most important thing for children is an ordinary, ordinary, boring and worthless thing for adults. Why?
Write my collection of 500 words 15 Some people collect gifts, some people collect tears, some people collect happiness, some people collect friendship, and I have my own collection, but my collection is very different.
Every weekend when my brother comes back from Changsha, I am always excited, because at this time, I will empty my collection and compete with my brother. After dinner, I pestered my brother to play with me. He couldn't beat me and insisted on playing with me. I emptied my collection out of my bag and it fell to the ground with a bang. We sat face to face, each thinking about the blueprint of the chariot to be assembled. 10 minutes later, the two sides launched a fierce looting war. Due to the limited parts, we had to "get ahead of us". We skillfully spelled out the chariot and finished it soon. As usual, I turned on the camera and put it on the floor to record the upcoming "World War N". We returned to our respective bases. Everything was ready, and I said loudly, "World War N, 3, 2, 1, let's go!" I threw the chariot out with all my strength, and the two chariots walked in a straight line, ready to fight to the death. At the moment when the chariots collided, I felt the air around me so heavy that my shoulders bent. I have difficulty breathing, and my heart has almost stopped. "bang!" After a loud noise, my chariot was hit with only the tires and floor, while my brother's was left with only the bleak steering wheel. I was lying on the ground laughing, and my brother's surprised expression made me laugh. I said in the tone of the referee: "In this world war, the winner is me!" My brother had to throw in the towel, and we seriously carried out the aftermath. We separate the parts one by one, put them in bags, tie a knot and put them in the cupboard. I turned on the short film recorded by the camera, and my brother and I sat on the sofa remembering the war just now. Very interesting.
Now I can solve the mystery. My collection is actually toy building blocks. While collecting building blocks, I also collected a happiness.