Students in Grade One and Grade Three write 300 words in a weekly model essay.
Today, my brother and sister and I went to Sanshenghua Township to buy pitcher plants. I heard that Nepenthes can eat insects. I am often bitten by mosquitoes. Now I can find a vengeance. My brother, sister, father and mother and I went to the flower shed and saw Nepenthes as soon as we entered the door. My brother and I took my mother and shouted, mom, mom, buy me this pitcher plant. Finally, my mother agreed. My mother asked about the price. The boss said he needed 20 yuan. My mother pouted: there are so few cages, and 20 yuan is too expensive. As soon as I heard this, I bowed my head. Mother immediately comforted me: let's go to the front and see if there are any better pitcher plants. "all right." I said some boring things. We wandered around the flower shed for a long time and finally saw some pitcher plants with many cages inside. My mother asked the price and paid 20 yuan readily. After my careful selection, I finally chose the last pot, nine cages, and the small one began to grow.
I am so happy to buy Nepenthes today!
A 300-word model essay on the weekly diaries of students in grades two and three.
Today is a very pleasant Sunday. The weather is fine, the sun is shining and the air is fresh. Birds are flying freely in the sky in droves. Some birds are standing on trees, chirping and looking very happy. I am also very excited today, because I am going shopping with my mother today. It didn't take us a while to get ready and we can start at any time. Talking and laughing all the way, unconsciously, I soon came to the front of the shopping mall. As soon as I entered the mall, the dazzling array of goods on the container immediately turned me into a "dazzling" "old man". I was so excited that I quickly asked Cui's mother to buy some daily necessities, and her mother readily agreed. We bought bowls, shower gel, facial mask and shampoo ... We went to the gourmet area, and as soon as we entered, all kinds of delicious foods came to my face, which made my mouth water and I tasted all these delicious foods at once!
How time flies! It's almost noon. We count our "standing goods" and then go to the cashier to check out. There is only one feeling after returning home. What a happy day!
A 300-word model essay on the weekly diary of students in Grade Three and Grade Three.
Spring is a good season for flying kites. On Sunday afternoon, my father and I happily went to the square to fly kites. When I got to the square, I couldn't hold back my eagerness and ran with a kite string. I thought the kite was flying, but it fell to the ground as soon as it stopped. I couldn't fly. Seeing that I was in a hurry, my father gently said to me, "Son, you are too impatient. You should fly a kite slowly and remember the skills of flying a kite: first, you have to pull the string of the kite and keep twitching. If the kite doesn't fall, it means the wind is strong enough. Always twitch after stopping, and then slowly pay off the line. " If the kite falls, it means that the wind is too small to fly high. Wait patiently and start again. "What you said also slowly demonstrated it again. Then, I took the kite line from my father, and suddenly the wind came. I did as my father said, and it really succeeded. I shouted happily, "Let go! "Put it away!" I watched my "rocket" fly steadily in the sky, and I was too excited to be calm for a long time. At this time, I saw all kinds of kites in the sky, such as "swallows, butterflies" and so on. Kites can only see red dots, and the sky is beautiful!
Pupils in Grade Four and Grade Three have 300 words of Zhou Ji Fan Wen.
Today is Saturday. My mother wants to make cookies and invited me to be her little assistant. We chose "onion soda cookies" from the baking book, prepared the materials, and we started construction! My task is to cut onions. The shallots look green and smell delicious, but I have been living in tears and sneezing several times. It turns out that shallots can smell people!
When I finished cutting onions with a runny nose and tears, my mother had mixed the flour and mixed the onions into the white dough, which immediately became "jade" inlaid with jade. Really beautiful!
After half an hour of fermentation, my mother rolled the dough into pancakes, then measured the size of each biscuit with a ruler and cut it with a knife. Next, my task is to make a small hole evenly on each crust with a fork. My mother said it was to get rid of the heat in the biscuit's belly when baking.
You're done! The crust was sent into the hot oven. In this "small room", the original thin shell grew up slowly like air. When they turn brown, the leek biscuits are finally baked. The smell made my mouth water. I quickly picked up a piece and took a bite. It tastes great!
A 300-word model essay on the weekly diary of fifth and third grade students
During the winter vacation, my aunt bought me a bike and told me to learn to ride it. At first, I had a whim and readily agreed. After lunch, my uncle took me to the playground and said seriously, "After you sit down, kick the pedal up with your right foot.". When starting, people should lean forward, step on the right pedal, and step on the left pedal with their left foot. " My hands and feet are itchy, and I can finally ride a bike! I rode carefully as my uncle said. I didn't ride well at first, but I heard "crash" and "crash". People are not damaged, but I'm afraid the car won't last long My uncle told me not to worry, just take your time and find the trick. Later, after hard work, I was finally able to ride a short distance. I jumped up with joy and became more and more confident. However, there are fine patterns on the handle. After a long time, my two thumbs have blisters, and the blisters have worn out, and the water inside has flowed out. But I still endured the pain and continued riding. After my uncle knew it, he insisted on driving me home to dress the wound, so I had to go upstairs.
Since then, riding a bike has become an indispensable happy exercise for me every day.
A 300-word model essay on the weekly diary of sixth and third grade students
At noon today, my father and I went swimming in Tian Liang swimming pool. I think I have made great progress today. Swim to the opposite side with backstroke in one breath and learn breaststroke. My father also praised my progress. I seldom go swimming with my father, so I am very happy. An adult who was with me halfway also swam, because he swam too much and splashed a lot of water on me. After swimming, I was going to eat super steak, but my father got lost on the way. I was a little worried at this time, but fortunately, we finally found our destination. I found that games can also be played there. There are simulated games of baseball, tennis, golf and bowling.
After dinner, Ji Jinhua died with my father. Dad bought me a pair of sports shoes, which are a little big, but I think I can continue to wear them next year. I think my father is really a generous man. After returning home, I met my aunt because she seldom came to our house to play. I especially hope menstruation will come to play with me, because I like her very much.
At night, I rode on my father's body, and his father rolled on the bed to get me off. At first I said it was riding a horse, but I always thought it was riding a bull rode by a matador. Very interesting.
A 300-word model essay on the weekly diary of seventh and third grade students
Today, I went to see a shadow play with many students in my class, including cranes, turtles and Monkey King Thrice Defeats the Skeleton Demon. I have seen it in cartoons on TV before, but I really watched the shadow play at close range today. My mother doesn't know much about shadow play either, so she first checked for me what shadow play is on the Internet: shadow play, also known as "shadow play" or "light shadow play", is a kind of folk drama that performs stories by silhouette of characters made of animal skin or cardboard. During the performance, the artists manipulated the shadow puppeteers behind the white curtain, telling stories with local popular tunes, accompanied by percussion instruments and strings, which had a strong local flavor. Its popularity is extremely extensive, and various shadow plays are formed due to different voices played in different places.
Shadow play is an ancient traditional folk art in China, and old Beijingers call it "donkey shadow play". According to historical records, shadow play began in the Warring States, flourished in the Han Dynasty, flourished in the Song Dynasty, and spread to West Asia and Europe in the Yuan Dynasty. It has a long history.
Today's shadow play is really good, and I can also take part in the lucky draw. Also won an award: shadow play character Zhu Bajie.
Next week, Song Wu will kill the tiger, and Luo Zhang will marry. I will continue to watch!
Zhou Ji's model essay for grade 83 pupils is 300 words.
"But how much love the grass has, I got three rays of spring." I remember it was the first time I washed my mother's feet. I still remember how happy she was. As soon as I got home from school that afternoon, I dragged my mother to the bathroom and sat her on a small stool. Mother asked doubtfully, "What are you going to do?" I said, "You will know in a moment." I took off my mother's socks first, then poured some hot water into the basin, added some cold water, tried the water temperature, and then put my mother's feet in. My mother said with surprise, "Son, you have really grown up!" " I said, "Of course, your son is ten years old and will often wash your feet." After that, I carefully washed my mother's feet. I found a happy smile on her face, and I was so moved that I didn't know what to say.
However, I think what I have done is really too little compared with my mother. My mother has raised me for so many years and done so much for me. She never said that she was bitter and tired. In the future, I will not only study hard, but also help my mother to do something that I can to repay her for her parenting.