The sixth-grade PEP composition 1 "ideal" is a seemingly ordinary but profound term. Each of us has our own ideal. My ideal is to be a great writer.
I like being a writer, although in the second and third grades, whenever I hear that I want to write a composition, I feel bored and annoyed. However, after studying Chinese more deeply, I gradually feel that exercise is actually a kind of enjoyment. Especially in the spring weekend, open the window, put a cup of cool and sweet green tea on the table, put aside all troubles and speak freely on the paper, with a hint of peach blossom flavor, ah! This is the real enjoyment.
Every time I finish my satisfactory composition, when the teacher reads aloud in class, and when my classmates cast envious and approving eyes on me, I will have a sense of honor and accomplishment, which is the happiness that exercise brings me.
Although I love homework, I just took a small step towards my dream of becoming a great writer. So I want to read, remember, learn and practice: "reading" means finding more famous books, reading more and learning more. "Remember" is to copy some good words and sentences in the book into a booklet and read it every day to deepen your impression. "Learning" means learning the writing techniques of famous writers and trying to write them down so that you can refer to them before writing. "Practice" means to study and practice more often, so that the composition can be written better. Isn't it said in the three-character scripture that "jade is uncut and abrasive"? People don't learn and don't know righteousness. "Really?
What is the ideal? Ideal is a bright light that illuminates our way forward; Ideal is the guide, leading us to success; Ideal is a pair of wings that take us to the other side of our dreams. ...
During a holiday, my parents went to Hangzhou. I have to cook at home alone.
But I don't even know where the meal is. I went into the kitchen and rummaged around. Perseverance, perseverance, I told myself, trying to suppress my anxiety and hungry stomach. Half an hour later, I finally found the bag of rice in the shade. I was panting. I grabbed the cup, bent down, and was about to load the rice. At this moment, the mung bean in the high place fell to the ground with a bang, and several little black bugs quickly climbed out. I was suddenly taken aback and my back felt cold. When I looked up, I hit the marble. My eyes and ears seemed to be blindfolded at once, and the scene before me became blurred.
I didn't know what to do at once, so I ran to the chair, rubbed my head and thought angrily, I'll never cook again. But the hungry stomach can't bear it, so I have to cook instant noodles.
I picked up a ladle of water, poured it into the pot, turned on the gas, tore open the package of instant noodles with all my strength, put instant noodles into the water, and splashed a lot of water, one of which was very hot, right on my forehead. Another terrible pain. I'll never cook again, ever.
"Qian Jing, open the door." It's my brother! I hurried into the house and asked him to help me cook noodles. With this experience, I think I really should do more housework.
I have many unforgettable memories, but the most unforgettable one is my first cooking.
Mom and dad were on a business trip that day, and I was playing at home alone. It was almost evening, and I got a call from my father, saying that he and his mother had something to do outside and would come back later to cook for me, asking if I could "fix it" myself. Hey! Just what I want, I can show my talent! I answered him: I can do it! I immediately rushed into the kitchen and saw eggs, vegetables and some bacteria in the refrigerator, and some leftovers on the table. I had a brainwave and ate fried rice with eggs! I picked up the leftovers, poured them into the heating pot, and beat two eggs in. In retrospect, my mother always put a little arowana peanut oil in everything. I didn't know how much oil to put, so I poured a spoonful into it. I didn't expect the oil in the pot to make a "crackling" sound, which scared me to quickly pick up the lid and cover it. I thought to myself, "Wow, did you put too much oil and the iron pan caught fire?" After a while, when the "crackling" stopped, I picked up the rice in my left hand and the lid in my right hand, and quickly poured it in. After waiting for a while, the meal was hot, and I beat two more eggs. After a while, the rice turned from white to yellow, and it also gave off an attractive fragrance. I checked the refrigerator again and found sesame oil and rice essence. With these two seasonings, the taste of rice is stronger. I thought, "Mom and Dad will praise me when they come back! Maybe I will be allowed to play computer games! "
Mom and dad came back, saw my cooking, smiled happily, and did not forget to praise me: "Haha! My son can cook, and it tastes good! Keep working hard! " My heart is full of sweetness.
It is late at night. I was lying in bed thinking about cooking today. I am very happy. Not because I was praised, but because I learned to help my parents share the pressure. I secretly worked hard in my heart: I will take the initiative to share it with my parents in the future and be a man.
It was a summer vacation day, and my father and I went to my aunt's house in the country to visit relatives. It's cloudy, windy and sultry.
No sooner had I entered the village than the wind came. The wind is very strong, "Hoo-"flying sand and stones, really fierce, the trees are blown crooked, and the leaves on the ground are blown away. "Woof-woof-"I don't know which dog it is. It was frightened and barked. "giggle-"the chicken under the pomegranate tree probably cried in fear. "Swish-"From far and near, the rain is coming. In an instant, the whole village was boiling: the cries of grabbing firewood and clothes, the croak of ducks, the splash of umbrellas and the rumble of thunder merged into a wonderful symphony.
Dad entered my aunt's house, but I wanted to listen to the rain in the yard, so dad had to follow my wishes. The rain is really beautiful. There was a rainstorm just now, with lightning and thunder, and the river turned upside down. Now it is as gentle as a girl. There is no wind, only the rustling of rain on the leaves and the ticking of umbrellas overhead.
The rain stopped, the village was quiet, the leaves dropped the last raindrops, and the water was jingling. This is the aftertaste of this symphony, and every note is full of fantasy. The sun came out and the cicada began to play another tune. I am looking forward to the symphony of rain.
The streets of Vancouver are as noisy and busy as admission. Mother duck strolls in the streets of this big city with a group of naive ducklings. Their lovely appearance adds a beautiful landscape to the original gorgeous street, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.
The ducklings look around and are curious about everything, while the mother duck is very sophisticated and seems to walk with disdain. Ducks are enjoying a walk. Suddenly, with a splash, several ducklings accidentally slipped and fell into the sewer. Suddenly, the mother duck panicked. She stretched her neck desperately, trying to get the duckling to stand up. As a result, she slipped and almost fell. After repeating it for a long time, Mother Duck realized that it was all in vain.
At this time, a patrolman came to patrol, and Mother Duck looked as if she had seen a "savior". Mother duck ran over and stopped in front of the patrolman, shouting, "Quack!" " "Also bit the patrol leg. The policeman thought the mother duck was asking for food, so he gave it a piece of bread. Mother duck didn't look back. She struggled to drag the patrolman to the sewer. The policeman felt a little puzzled and followed her to the sewer. Mother duck lowered her head. When the patrolman saw the duckling struggling in the sewer, he suddenly realized that he immediately found a net, supported it on the ground with his left hand and fished it down with his right hand. The ducklings were frightened, and every duckling lay trembling on the ground. The policeman took out a handkerchief to clean the ducklings. Mother duck fluttered her wings happily.
Under the guidance of mother duck, the ducklings sang songs around the patrolman, and then swaggered to the rising sun. ...
In fact, honesty is sometimes just a moment. Like a multiple-choice question. Choose a right, choose b wrong. Once, I only got 85 points in math. But the teacher doesn't ask parents to sign. At that time, my heart was happy, and my hanging heart relaxed a little. But suddenly I hesitated again. Do you want to read the test paper to your mother? If you don't show it to your mother, you will be fine, but you will be on tenterhooks all day; If you show it to your mother, there will be a lot of results, but you can get inner peace. Finally, I got up the courage to tell my mother the result of my failure in the exam. Seeing my sincere attitude, my mother also calmly analyzed it for me. After listening to my mother's analysis and seeing her good intentions, I understand more. On that day, I not only mastered the learning skills, but also understood the true meaning of honesty.
Now I understand that it is my integrity that has won the trust of others, and it is also the washing of my heart. Honesty is priceless wealth in life. I will keep this magic weapon in mind and make good use of it.
Sixth-grade People's Education Edition composition 7 c: "Excuse me, the other debater, what is there to boast about lying?" Let a few debaters treat honest people as' fools'? "
H: "Let me give you an example first: the sewer of an individual hotel is blocked, and the boss asked two waiters to help open it. The boss is a fat man: he has to get up for a while to catch his breath, and his face turns red every time he gets up. I got up from 1 to 5 pm, and I don't know how many times. Two working girls are also very tired. One of them loves to be clean and washes his hands over and over again, for fear that there will be an odor for the guests to smell. When she thinks it's almost done, she wipes her hands with a towel and throws them in the sink. One careless, towel was washed into the sewer-the sewer was blocked again. She lost her voice and shouted, "The towel fell into the sewer!" " The boss's face is still so red, panting and saying,' Go home! "You go home!" The other party argued that if the female migrant worker was silent, the boss asked, she said she didn't know, and then bought one and put it back, then the job she worked so hard to find wouldn't be lost. "
C: "But things are not always as the other debater said. If you do something wrong and you have to lie once, what is the value of' honesty'? "
H: "Please don't forget' white lies'!"
C: "The other debater, how to explain the story of' Wolf coming'?"
H: "The farmers are all in the fields. How come there are wolves?" Besides, the farmers are farming nervously ... "
I have seen many cartoons before, such as Doraemon and Wulongyuan, but what impressed me the most was the famous cartoonist: Hua's satirical critical cartoon Pseudoilliteracy.
"Pseudoilliteracy" mainly depicts several well-dressed and intellectual men standing in the guardrail of a mother-infant waiting place. At this time, the thin mother and son were excluded, and the woman had to cry silently with her child in her arms. Are these men really illiterate? No, it is. Why pretend to be illiterate at this time? The purpose is simple, just to get on the bus early and grab a good seat. But I don't care how others feel. Such a selfish cognitive society can be seen everywhere.
On a bus seat, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled wrote conspicuously, but a young man and a beautiful aunt were sitting on it, but they ignored the old woman standing beside them. A sign that says "Don't throw rubbish here" is on the street side of the city, but it is full of garbage bags and pieces of peel. On a newly opened lawn, it says, "The grass is alive, please don't trample it!" " But it is very lively, some are playing badminton, some are kicking shuttlecock, and some are patting the ball.
I want to make a loud appeal to the whole world: "The world rejects false illiteracy. These people are selfish and don't care about others. For their own convenience, they don't care about the feelings of others. Society does not need them. These people will eventually be eliminated by society. At this time, we must not be pseudo-illiterate, but should be people who put themselves in others' shoes.
This semester, I have gained a lot, such as being more active in answering questions, having learned Guzheng Level 5 and so on. But my biggest achievement is to set up a blog.
Since I started my blog, my diary has become more exciting. Because I often keep a diary, I gradually mastered some writing methods. Diaries are getting longer and longer, and there are more and more good words. Diaries are often read by teachers as model essays in class.
When I first started building a blog, my mother and I were both looking for good blog materials to decorate. We often try our best to find resources. Now my blog has been beautifully decorated, and I have become a "master" of decoration. Sometimes people ask me for advice!
I can add friends after building a blog. I added a lot of friends. Although we have never met, we can get to know them through their blogs. I have diaries of some good friends. We learn from each other, encourage each other and make progress together.
Because of frequent updates and good writing, I visit a lot, up to 50 times a day. I have visited it more than 5000 times since 1 1 ended.
I think I have made great progress and gained a lot by building a blog. I believe that next year, through my efforts, I will make greater progress and gain more!
The composition 10 "Grateful heart, thank you ..." The air is filled with euphemistic songs, and the beautiful melody is exciting. This is gratitude. Gratitude is bright light, warm fire and cool wind.
Thanksgiving parents. Without parents, there would be no you now. A mother's love is like the sea, and a father's love is like a mountain. We rested in the mountains and swam in the sea. We grew up under the protection of our parents. If you take something, you will be rewarded. Be a good daughter at home. When parents are tired, help them beat their backs and pour water, saying, "Mom and Dad have worked hard." Do some housework as much as you can and help mom and dad share the hard work. What is more important is your study. When you get a beautiful result, it will be the greatest reward for your parents.
Grateful teacher. The teacher is a diligent gardener, watering our growth with sweat, and we are making progress bit by bit under the teacher's education; Encouraged by the teacher, we galloped. The teacher has given us so much, we should do something for the teacher. Help the teacher take the teaching books to the office after class. When the teacher is thirsty, he will hold a cup of hot water and help the teacher clean the office. When we achieve greater and better results, the teacher will show a gratified smile.
Be grateful for everything! On the road of life, it may be a person's smile that makes you learn manners, a touching song that cheers you up, a gust of wind that blows away your troubles, or a sentence that makes you skip the rough. ...
Hide gratitude in your heart and sing all the way-thank you!
Last Saturday, my sister asked me 10 to go to her house on time. I set off from home at half past nine in high spirits. As I walked, I thought that my sister would definitely greet me warmly at home today. What game are you going to play with me today? Thought of here, my in the mind a sweet, can not help but speed up the pace.
Finally, I went to my sister's house. What I saw was completely different from what I expected. I saw that the door of my sister's house was locked, and my sister always kept her word. Did I do something wrong? I looked up at the house number, yes! Is my sister welcoming me in a special way-hide and seek? I shouted a few times, only to see my aunt open the door and say, "Your sister went to cram school and hasn't come back yet. Come in and wait. " Hearing this, I felt very uncomfortable and whispered, "My plan fell through again." I'm tired of sitting on the sofa and waiting. Time is as slow as an old snail today. I stared at her door. Ding, the doorbell rang. My sister rushed in and said shyly, "Sister, I have kept you waiting. I forgot your appointment and went to the park with my classmates. " I seriously criticized her and said, "People can't stand without faith, and birds can't fly without wings." My sister assured me, "It won't happen again."
Book 12, our best friend, can take us around the world, can take us to heaven and earth, and can take us through time and space. This is our best friend.
What impressed me most about this book is that it leads us through time and space to recall the long history of ancient culture in China.
Once, under the guidance of the book, I came to the knowledge in its belly, where beautiful words were arranged neatly. It seems that he took me to China before, and he also taught me some fur knowledge. From then on, I became inseparable friends with the book. Where the book is, I will be there.
Open a book of classical literature, feel the beauty between the lines, and savor its teaching of dealing with others. When I don't understand, it explains to me, just like a dedicated teacher, comforting me when I encounter difficulties, just like a kind mother. Because of it, I have the habit of reading in my life, and because of it, I have a novel story with me every day. Because of it, my life will be so colorful.
This book has a great influence on me. I remember once, I chatted with him about my heart, and it said what I wanted to say without reservation. Its heart is priceless in my eyes. It makes me feel like a duck to water in the examination room, teaching carefully in my life and gradually increasing my knowledge in my study. Whenever I thank it, it teaches me in obscurity without any pride. Such a mentor made me leave.
Book, my best friend, you grow with me like a spiritual appetite, you accompany me through difficulties like a brother, you teach me bit by bit like a mentor, you are like a selfless sun, you illuminate me and let me grow up under your care.
I believe you can use more knowledge to light the fire in everyone's heart.
One day, mother duck took her children to the park near Vancouver to play. Mother duck strolled leisurely in the street, and the ducklings behind her were very excited and alive. However, when the ducklings were happy, an accident happened. ...
At this time, the mother duck is leading the ducklings through the ditch cover board on the roadside. Some ducklings were too excited to notice the gap between the gutter boards and accidentally slipped into the sewer. Mother duck didn't panic when she heard the duckling's cry, but looked around calmly. Suddenly, mother duck's eyes were fixed on a position where a policeman was standing on patrol. Yes, mother duck wants to ask the policeman for help.
Mother duck waddled to the policeman's side and "quack" twice. The patrolman looked down and found it was a duck, so he ignored it. Mother duck didn't give up. She tugged at the patrolman's trouser legs with her mouth. The patrolman looked down at her and saw her screaming and pointing at the sewer with her mouth. The patrolman found that the situation was not good and asked her to take him to the "accident site". The patrolman found the duckling struggling in the sewer, so he squatted down and fished with his hands. However, the gap is too small and the sewer is too deep to reach. what should he do ？ .
The police looked at the park for help. At this time, the policeman's eyes lit up and he saw someone fishing with a fishing net in the pond of the park. The policeman was in a hurry and borrowed a fishing net to catch ducklings. Still out of reach, the patrolman picked up some branches on the side of the road and connected them to the fishing net to continue fishing. Enough! One, two, three ... All the ducklings that fell into the sewer were rescued. It was a close call. They were almost washed away by the water just now.
"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack". The patrolman stood in the same place, watching the naive mother duck and her family on the road.
Chen Ming is my good friend. He has an oval face and a high nose. What impressed me most was his eyes, which were big and bright, like grapes in autumn. We study together, play together, and are inseparable. Everyone thinks we are brothers.
One day after school, I went to Chen Ming's house to do my homework. After finishing our homework, we took out the small wooden boat made by the handicraft group to play. My work is so exquisite that Chen Ming couldn't put it down, holding the boat and watching it over and over again. Suddenly, I heard a bang, and my little wooden boat was dropped to the ground by Chen Ming. I was so angry that I gave Chen Ming a hard push, and Chen Ming stumbled back, just stepping on the small wooden boat, which was already rotten and crushed. I said angrily, "What are you doing? Are you intentional? " Chen Ming was also shocked. He said hesitantly, "I, I didn't mean it, you …" "You didn't mean it, you did. You broke my little wooden boat, and you will pay the price! " When I finished, I picked up his small wooden boat, fell to the ground, stepped on it again and said, "Hum! You broke my little wooden boat, and we are no longer good friends! " I glared at him, picked up my schoolbag and rushed out of his house.
The next day I regretted it and thought, "Chen Ming accidentally broke my boat, but I broke his boat on purpose." Really wrong. " I made a small wooden boat overnight and sent it back to Chen Ming.
In the cold winter, a sign was hung on a station, which clearly said "Mother and son get on the bus", but four young and strong boys crowded on the bus casually. Pity the woman next to the sign, while trying to coax the children to sleep, but helplessly looking at them.
I think the woman next to the sign is too weak, so-called reasonable to travel around the world, unreasonable to move. She can't come forward to theory, which is one of them; Secondly, where is the administrator here? He is too careless. As a manager, he should go forward to relieve this woman's anxiety. Third, being a pseudo-illiterate is disgusting. It's nothing to see that woman holding the child and not giving up her seat and making others suffer for her own selfish desires.
In fact, there are still many things in life that are fake and illiterate. A similar thing happened to me. I remember one day in the summer vacation, my family and I returned to our hometown. As soon as I got on the bus, I glanced around and found a notice that said: If there are old, weak, sick and disabled pregnant women, please make way first. After a while, I saw a young woman get on the bus with a child in her arms. I saw her holding the child in one hand and holding the tab in the other. But the people in the car turned a blind eye. Children don't know how to give up their seats, teenagers don't know how to give up their seats, and middle-aged people don't want to give up their seats Only experienced old people understand the relationship between people. Sometimes, we can inadvertently think that this kind of thing often happens in our daily life. Why do fake illiterates do this? Build pain on others, and happiness belongs to yourself. Has he considered other people's feelings? Can you think of other people's feelings and moods? If this happened to you, would you suffer?
China is a country of etiquette, but now it has been forgotten by the world. When we can regain this etiquette depends on our masters of the new century. I hope that from now on, pseudo-illiteracy will disappear!