In study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are three 400-word imaginary compositions I compiled for you, hoping to help you.
Imaginary primary school composition 400 words 1 In the center of a city, there is a computer room. There are more than 100 computers installed in this house, all of which are located in the "darkness" and can't be seen indoors. Everything is commanded by computers. Outside the door of the house, there is something that can record the outdoor temperature, humidity, wind force and direction. It is connected to the indoor computer and inputs data into the computer. According to these data, computers can provide an energy-saving and comfortable home environment for people. If you want to enter the house, you must enter the password. There is also a camera at the door, which can input the characteristics of the guests into the computer. If the computer confirms that you are a stranger, you can't open the door even if you know the password. At this time, the door will only open after the owner gives the order to "enter". When you enter the room, the concert will be played immediately. Walking into the reception room along the hall, I found that there were only a few pieces of furniture in it, and it was empty. It turned out that all other items were placed in the "container" of the underground warehouse. When necessary, the relevant furniture can be transported to the designated place by computer to take out or put back the items.
The kitchen is on the first floor, just like the reception room, with computer equipment to teach people how to cook. The computer stores the cooking methods of China, Western and Japanese food. It can tell people how to prepare materials and cook, and also demonstrate how to control the cooking temperature automatically. The bedroom is on the second floor, and there is a switch that says "rest" on the bedside. Before going to bed, the owner only needs to press it, and the anti-theft alarm device in the whole house will enter the working state.
Except for the necessary lights in corridors and other places, the lights in other places are all out, and the windows that are not closed are closed by themselves. All this will last until the owner gets up the next morning. The installation of the bathroom is also under the command of the computer, and people can "reserve" the bath time. If you want to take a hot bath as soon as you get home, you can send instructions to the computer and write down the time when you use the bathroom. Then the bathtub will be filled with hot water and ready to take a bath. They perform their duties, are responsible for the division of labor, and are interrelated at the same time, so as to make a comprehensive judgment on the environment and provide comfortable living conditions for the host. This is the future computer room.
In the morning, I slept soundly, and I don't know who licked my face a few times in the haze. I opened my sleepy eyes-a pure white goose caught my eye. Hey, isn't this Martin riding a goose in Nilsley? I jumped out of bed happily, put my arm around Martin's neck and asked, "Can you take me around the world?" Martin nodded gently. "Yes!" I found the camera cheering, so I landed on Martin's back and flew into the sky.
Martin flew over the Sahara desert. I looked down and saw a group of pedestrians struggling in the hot desert. Thirsty, panting and exhausted, they fell on the endless desert one by one. . . . . . How can I get out of the destruction? Thinking of this, I quickly took some photos, and then asked Martin to summon the four gods of wind, rain, thunder and electricity to come here for the next heavy rain. After drinking the rain, the pedestrians stood up again. But this can only solve the urgent need, and it is impossible to change the status quo of the desert. What is the long-term solution? I thought for a long time and finally decided to get rid of the "magic seeds" and "fast growth agents" in the desert. In a blink of an eye, a miracle appeared and an oasis appeared in the vast desert.
After leaving the Sahara desert, Martin took me to the Amazon forest. I saw the horrible scene-trees fell down one by one in the lumberjack's "rumbling" sound, and the escaped animals made a tragic cry. I can't help flying into a rage. I quickly recorded these evils with my camera, and then asked Martin to save those trees. I saw Martin open his mouth, blow it gently, and with a whoosh, the lumberjack became a "powerful sower", and the fallen tree stood up again in the blink of an eye. Martin opened his mouth again, spewed out a stream of liquid, and the parts of the tree were connected together. Seeing these magical scenes, I smiled happily.
After flying out of the Amazon forest, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Martin walked home behind my back.
Ten years later, we have become a pillar and an indispensable part of the country. To this end, our primary school teacher is very pleased, because she has made us move from ignorant teenagers to mature and stable.
"Ding Lingling ..." Our phone rang. "Hello, who are you looking for?" "Tang Xiaojing, have you forgotten our agreement twenty years ago?" That's Chen Xiaoyu, a classmate twenty years ago. "I haven't forgotten, so let's meet at the teacher's house." Hanging up the phone, I got on the plane and arrived at the teacher's house in only one minute. The teacher's home has changed from a small apartment to a villa. There is a swimming pool in front of the villa, followed by an evergreen garden and a robot housekeeper, narcissus. Into the villa, resplendent and glittering, lights flashing. The living room is full of former classmates, including calligrapher, painter Wang Xiaoyu, scientist, writer Jiang and many mayors and county heads. Everyone is talking kindly, and the room is full of laughter. Suddenly, a man came down the stairs in the middle of the villa. Who is this? Everyone is talking about it, but scientist Zhao Xiaohan has the answer. At this moment, the man spoke: "classmate, don't you remember me?" This sound is familiar. This is the voice of our teacher twenty years ago. Xiao Zhao smiled and said to everyone, "How's it going? Our teacher used my invention to restore the green leaves and green pigments, which kept the teacher as it was 20 years ago. "
At this time, we show our characteristics to celebrate the party. Painter xx drew a lotus flower for the teacher. Writer Jiang He wrote a poem for the teacher. Duan Xiaojie, the host, read aloud to the teacher; Calligrapher Chen Xiaoyu wrote a picture for the teacher, wishing the teacher always young and beautiful.