Learning, Xingyu 2017-05-0314: 05: 22

Compared with the first and second grades, the fifth grade belongs to Chinese teaching in senior high schools, and its teaching requirements are very different from those of the lower grades. The following is the composition of Unit 2 of the first volume of the fifth grade Chinese compiled by Bian Xiao. I hope it helps you!

The first volume of the fifth grade Chinese Unit 2 Composition 1

I don't often go back to my hometown because of my busy work. This time, I finally returned to my hometown.

I flew to my hometown by private jet, looking for a landing site, and an airport appeared in front of me. "Strange? When did the hometown have an airport? " Without thinking too much, I immediately set foot on the land of my hometown and began to look for the slope in front of my hometown.

Unexpectedly, the soil slope turned into a wide asphalt road, and the roadside was shaded by trees. A few wild monkeys jumped around the tree, very happy. From a distance, large tracts of vilen appeared in front of me. Suddenly, I saw some fat rabbits.

Finally got home, "hey? Why did the low bungalow disappear before! " What I see in front of me is a two-story building with a garden and a garage. I walked in the garden for five minutes before I reached the door. This garden is really too big.

When I met my family, everyone warmly welcomed me and showed me a new car-an RV with a private jet, which was very expensive.

I have played in my hometown for many days, where the air is fresh, there are small animals to keep me company, and life is very comfortable. Later, I heard from friends that the quality of life here is the same as that in America. My hometown is so beautiful, I love my hometown!

The first volume of the fifth grade Chinese Unit 2 Composition II

Twenty years passed quickly. Now I have settled in Paris, fashion capital of the world, and realized my childhood dream to become a famous fashion designer.

Sometimes when it rains, I can't help but miss my hometown, my alma mater and some girls who love to brag in my primary school class. I also miss those lovely crazy girls who are immersed in fantasies all day like me. I couldn't help getting on the private jet to my hometown.

10 minutes later, I was over my alma mater. I opened my parachute and jumped off the plane. White clouds floated by. After a few seconds, I landed safely. I didn't expect to meet some friends in primary school as soon as I landed. I was ecstatic and hurriedly asked each other about the recent situation. It turns out that Shi loves singing, and now he is a singer. Ding paints very well and becomes a painter.

We walked to the old teaching building together, ready to visit our former classroom, but we turned around and didn't see the stairwell. We would like to know about it。 Seeing a male teacher, we recognized Mr. Sun at a glance. He is white-haired but hale and hearty. We shouted excitedly in unison: "Mr. Sun! Teacher Sun! " Surprised and delighted, Mr. Sun quickly stepped forward and said, "Why are you here?"

"We miss you and our alma mater. Come back and have a look!" When we were talking and laughing, Teacher Sun took us to our former classroom.

Suddenly, I saw the broom in the corner, and I remembered the scene. Ge Zonghai played the guitar with a broom, and everyone laughed. Although we are all in our thirties, we seem to have returned to that innocent childhood through laughter. Teacher Sun also smiled happily with us.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh. Let me show you around. " Teacher Sun rubbed his stomach and set foot on the road of animation farm.

From the teacher's mouth, we know that in the past 20 years, the school has already cancelled the weekly exam, mid-term exam and final exam, and there is no homework. There is also a newly invented robot in class, which will play movies or text descriptions according to the daily courses and teaching contents, and students like it very much.

Hearing this, I really want to go back 20 years and study here again.

We were all very happy after Mr. Sun introduced us. At this moment, my micro-Apple phone rang. It turned out that the Paris government wanted me to go back immediately, and the annual large-scale fashion exhibition was about to open. This forced me to leave my alma mater and my hometown Beilun. My private jet will arrive in a few minutes. I bid farewell to Mr. Sun and my classmates, reluctantly boarded the plane and shook hands with them on the window sill of the plane. My teachers and classmates.