We thought it was impossible. Later, Mr. Wu added: No matter what method is used. Time flies, it's time to equip eggs again. Teacher Wu gave an order: "Start now!" As a result, the "egg protection plan" was fully launched.
Some students wrap eggs around apples with condoms; Some cover the eggs with garbage bags: some bring more than 30 newspapers from home and tie the eggs firmly; Others use umbrellas as parachutes to let the eggs land safely. Because we are all real people, we didn't specially prepare any materials, so we took local materials and wrapped the eggs in clothes.
In order to better protect the eggs, I wrapped them in newspaper, then wrapped them in clothes, and tied the neckline and cuffs with red scarves. This must be foolproof. When everyone is ready, Mr. Wu takes us to the back of Shu Hui Building, ready to let the baby eggs go downstairs.
Meng Lechuan and I walked confidently to the fourth floor and entered the final stage of the "egg protection plan". First, the first group, then the second group, and then us, only heard the teacher say "let go" and I dropped the egg, only heard a bang, and the egg fell to the ground.
Meng Lechuan and I rushed downstairs at full speed. Meng Lechuan took our eggs and suddenly there was a "click" inside. I know this is not good. When I got to the classroom, I unbuttoned my clothes carefully. "Ah! Broken! " Meng Lechuan sighed.
My dejected and unbreakable eggs were thrown into the trash can, and our group declared a failure. Although our group's "egg protection plan" failed this time, it made me understand that cooperation is a very happy thing.
The composition written by my mother Wang Yuan is 400 points. She is not tall, wearing a black shawl and curly hair. Her round face is inlaid with big bright eyes, small nose and rosy lips. She talks like firecrackers and keeps talking.
My mother is my "Tang Xuanzang" again. Before going to school every day, my mother always asks, "Is there anything to bring today?" Before going to bed every day, my mother always asks, "Have you finished all your homework? Are the learning tools ready? " ... before the exam, my mother would nag again, "Remember to write your name; See the meaning of the question clearly and don't answer it in a hurry; I have to check it after I finish ... My mother's nagging is just like Tang Priest's chanting, but it is because of my mother's nagging that I can finish the homework left by the teacher with high quality again and again and get good grades in the exam again and again. All this is inseparable from my "Tang Xuanzang".
Mom is also a "big detective". The charm of computer games is endless, but my eyes are disappointing. My mother strictly controls my online time. Sometimes, I always want to play while my mother is away. Once, after finishing my homework, I played games online. I destroyed everything I could see before my mother came back, but my mother still knew. It turned out that my mother found it in browsing history. The second time, I learned the last lesson and deleted all the records in the browsing history. I thought to myself, "Hey, look how Mom found it this time." But my wishful thinking was wrong again, and my mother noticed it. My mother said, "I touched the computer and found it very hot. I can see it from your eyes and language." Hey, who told me to have a guilty conscience, otherwise I can't escape my mother's "golden eyes"
Mom, you encouraged me again and again, which filled me with confidence. You criticized me again and again, and I didn't go astray. Thank you, mom! Mom, I love you forever! I love you.
3. How to write 300 words in the composition of the teacher's hopscotch competition? Hopscotch, our parents always knew how to play when they were young. This is a casual little game. Draw a grid on the ground, then draw a roof, then write numbers on the grid, then throw them out with sandbags, and the game can be played. Tonight, I "crossed" into my parents' childhood and played a hopscotch.
As soon as I finished my homework today, it was time to "breathe fresh air" and I went downstairs again. Three little girls are also on the lookout, and I say hello to them. Seeing them holding sandbags and chalk in their hands, they asked, "Why are your postures so like preparation before playing hopscotch?" "Yes, we just play hopscotch." "Then let's play together!" "No problem!"
We drew a house and began to play. Through a small process, I throw sandbags first. I threw the sandbag gently, I threw it at "6", I landed on singles and doubles, and finally, my right foot landed firmly on "8". The three of them also threw them into "5", "7" and "4" respectively, and they all jumped to the designated positions in an exemplary manner. It's my turn again As soon as I threw the sandbag, I easily threw it to "10", that is, the roof, jumped to the roof easily, and won easily! The second set, maybe I was lucky and threw it first. This time, I waved away, aha! I threw an "8", single and double * * *, and jumped forward. In the blink of an eye, my leg was firmly stuck in.
4. Write the composition of egg dumplings for the first time. During my extra winter vacation, many things happened, some were happy, some were sad, some were angry, some were unforgettable … they were printed in my mind like dots! There is one thing I will never forget! Making eggs for the first time, jiaozi! I was reading a book that day when I suddenly smelled delicious eggs. I can't resist the temptation. I want to see it! When I got closer, I saw my mother holding a small spoon in her hand, and inside it was a boiled egg skin, golden yellow.
Cute! I saw my mother put more meat in it and wrapped it in an egg bag! Ah! It becomes a golden egg jiaozi doll! At this time, I am also in a hurry to pack! Mom quickly said, "Don't worry! Don't worry! I'll do it for you first! " I can see it carefully! I've seen my mother's every move! Ha! Finally it's mom's turn to let me do it! I first spread oil around the small spoon like my mother, and then poured a spoonful of egg liquid to make it evenly spread on the spoon and become an egg skin. But I quickly put the meat in before it dried.
I'm afraid it's getting old, so wrap it into egg dumplings! Ah! Egg dumplings actually laughed! ! I'm in a hurry! Say, "What can I do?" Mother said, "First aid!" I saw my mother put a layer of skin on her broken belly! Reheat it to make it stick together and become a perfect egg jiaozi. My mouth turned into an o-shape. I really admire my mother's sewing skills. Mother said, "Don't worry about wrapping eggs in jiaozi!" "I'm doing it again! Ah! Too much meat! Ah! There is less meat! The jiaozi shape of my eggs is really different.
Some laughed their heads off, some opened their mouths, some were thin, some were fat … so cute! After countless efforts, I finally made my most satisfying lovely egg dumplings! I'm so happy! .
5. Writing a composition The design of the sail "Sail" is based on the theme of exploring new energy sources in space, and incorporates knowledge such as space science and physical science. Every child participates in the wonderful space journey by controlling his own sail robot. The virtual community of "sail" is more in line with the habits of boys aged 7- 14, and incorporates the colorful elements of collection and confrontation of elves, making the whole community more thematic and deep. Brave self and wise childhood accurately describe the meaning of this product. The slogan of sail is similar to Moore Manor: brave sail, wise childhood.
After logging in to Sail, the children immediately entered a world of space travel. The captain of the spaceship reports the current position of the spaceship at any time. Sail robots need to bravely land on a planet, explore the energy secrets on the planet, and get all kinds of wonderful planet creatures. A wonderful story starts here, Nick.
6. How to write a composition about the story of dogs and donkeys? Kindness is misunderstood rather than rewarded. There are many similar things in society, so just do your own thing well and don't be too enthusiastic.
Donkeys are like that kind of enthusiastic people. They did the right thing, but they didn't understand. For example, well-meaning passers-by sent car accident victims to the hospital, but they were framed as the perpetrators. Instead, you have to pay a lot of medical expenses for nothing.
Dogs are obviously much more cunning and sophisticated. They won't do anything without benefits, even their own jobs. They can prevaricate the past, just like some employees in some enterprises pretend to work hard when they see the boss coming. When their boss left, they put down their work and enjoyed themselves.
Aren't there many such things? It would be better if there are similar examples, such as argumentation and disproof, expressing your own views, drawing conclusions and making comments.
7. How to write a composition, thanking the witty little friend for saving the swallow.
In the spring of March, it rained several times in Mao Mao. Thousands of soft willows spread their yellow-green eyebrows in the breeze. Crisp grass, green leaves and all kinds of bright flowers gather together like a market, forming a brilliant spring. On this day, I walked into the yard involuntarily and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of spring with great interest.
1 of "pa", I woke up intoxicated with the flowers and birds. I looked around and saw a little swallow lying on the ground, flapping its wings from time to time. I looked up. Hey, there is a swallow's nest under the eaves. Needless to say, the swallow must have fallen from there.
I thought, "I wonder if the swallow is hurt." So I went forward to send it back to the nest. At the same time, a big cat jumped out. It is hunched, its eyes are wide open and its mouth is full of "meow-meow-meow-meow-". The swallow screamed with fear.
Seeing that the big cat was about to pounce on the swallow, at this critical moment, I picked up a branch from the ground and ran over, waving the branch and cursing the big cat: "You big cats didn't come to catch mice, but to bully the weak." The big cat saw it and had to run away in despair. I quickly threw away the branches and carefully picked up the frightened swallow. It's a good thing you're not hurt. I'll take you home. I told you, I took the ladder home. Send the swallow home.
At this time, the old swallow came back and saw the little swallow singing safely in the nest, as if thanking me for saving its child.
Childhood is naive and ignorant. Everyone has a colorful childhood, and of course I am no exception. I also have many interesting childhood stories, among which the story of "writing flowers in my pen" makes me unforgettable.
This happened when I was just writing a composition in grade three. Four words were written on the title of the composition: "Flowers bloom under my pen". At that time, I thought: it's interesting that flowers can also be produced in my pen. I'll go home and get some flowers in my pen to see how many flowers this pen can bloom! So I didn't listen to the teacher at all. I just said to myself: finish school quickly. Ding, Ding. I said, "Great, school is finally over. I can finally see how many flowers that pen can bloom. "
I finished my homework when I came home from school. I can't wait to make flowers in my pen: I took one of my pens apart, took some rose seeds from my house and stuffed them into my pen, saying, "To make a good pen container, you must produce some flowers. Let me see what flowers your pen produces!" So I turned the pen upside down and buried it in the soil, leaving a small hole for it to bloom. I took out the small bench at home and sat there quietly until dark. I thought, why hasn't the pen blossomed for so long? Oh, I see: it must wait a few days to grow like a seed. Yes, you must. It will wait a few more days. So I waited for another day, two days and three days. Why didn't it bloom? On the third night, I told my mother this puzzling question. My mother smiled and said, "Son, how can a pen with flower seeds bloom?" Mom didn't tell me why. But I thought at that time: How can it not bloom? Don't our books all say "flowers are born under the pen"?
Now in the sixth grade, I finally understand the truth of "flowers in my pen" It turns out that writing articles with your own pen is beautiful, moving and fascinating, so it is called "flowers under your pen"! It's silly and naive to think of me now! I have gradually forgotten many interesting things about my childhood, but this poem "Flowers in My Pen" is still so clear. I will never forget it. I will always remember it in my heart, forever, forever. ...
9. I have a secret about the composition of Jing M.Guo, a happy camp.
I want every drop of cold rain in the world.
It won't rain for you.
I have a secret.
I want you to leave sadly every time.
There will be a happy reunion.
I have a secret.
I want rainbows all over the world.
Put it all in your gloomy heart.
Then put tears in your eyes.
Become a smile on your lips
I have a secret.
Follow every step of my heart.
It's like my shadow
Will appear in the starry sky every month.
Like a quiet, foggy breath.
Covering my little world
I have a secret.
Keep it in your hand.
carefully
Like a half-finished riddle.
This secret
Simple name
Have an eternal breath.
My secret
call out
I like you.