Daquan composition article 1 Good reading, good reading "The ideal book is the key to wisdom". "If you don't go to school, there will be no real education, and there will be no discrimination." As the pillars of the motherland in the future, we must study hard. The book you read must be a good book, and you should have the spirit of a good book while reading a good book. Only in this way can we read this book well. Books are man's best friends. Reading a good book is like talking to a teacher. There is a passage in "Young China said": "So, today's responsibility lies not with others, but with my youth. Teenagers are wise, strong, strong, independent, free and progressive, better than Europe and better than the earth. " It can be seen that the relationship between the state and teenagers is close. Our generation of teenagers are the future of the motherland and the successors of the cause of * * *. We must make up our minds to be only good at books, so as to make our country rich and strong. You have to read a lot if you want to read a good book. From ancient times to the present, from foreign countries to China, there are countless books, both good and bad. Good books are like our teachers, teaching us the truth of being a man and giving people knowledge and strength; Good books are the embodiment of justice and help us to fight evil; Good books are the guide of our life. When we lose our way, they can lead us to the right path ... we shoulder the heavy responsibility of our motherland. Then, in this vast sea of books, we must find good books that are useful for building the motherland, abandon those bad books that are harmful to us and read them well. At the same time, we should cultivate our interest in reading and develop good reading habits. Only by studying hard, studying hard and studying hard can we turn the knowledge in books into our own knowledge and talents. Study hard, study hard, study hard, let us learn endless knowledge in the ocean of books, which is useful to the motherland and the people.
After reading Grandma Bing Xin's Memory of Reading, I was most impressed by: study hard, read more and read good books. I am also a person who loves reading. I want to take this opportunity to talk about my reading experience.
(1) read well. Speaking of the benefits of reading, I can't say it for a while. I remember once, there was a debate in my class, and I was an active party. My opinion is that reading classical poetry is better than reading modern poetry. In debates, I always hold the other side down and have the advantage. Sometimes the other person can't talk back when I say it. Why? Because we were still young and didn't study at that time, I liked reading books, especially Excellent Composition for Primary School Students and 300 Tang Poems. Therefore, I collected complete information. I wrote down all the sentences in the article that were too obscure to write classical or modern poems. During the debate, the other party will not collect materials, organize language, and most importantly, underestimate me and don't know that I have a secret weapon-books. As you can imagine, we won!
(2) Read more books
I have been reading books every day since my father bought me a story book in the second grade. Because I think books are much better than TV, so I can pick them up and put them down at any time.
There are two rows of books on my bookcase, which are my favorite books. There are many kinds, such as composition books, reference books, Olympic math books, prose books, novels, masterpieces and so on. In addition, I put some bad books in a box, plus the previous teaching materials, a total of 7 boxes! Because there are many books, I have received a lot of education. Appreciate other people's excellent works from the composition book, so as to improve my writing level: The Olympic Mathematics book has helped me to learn the basic knowledge, cultivate my own ability, develop my own intelligence and tap my own potential. In a word, reading more books is beneficial and harmless.
(3) Read a good book 12
2 19-year-old Ronaldinho knelt in front of his mother with the admission notice from Wuhan University. "Mom! Divorce your dad! " Mom was in tears with the notice of Ronaldinho's recording …
Twenty years ago, Ronaldinho's mother Li Fang married Ronaldinho's father Luo Qiang. Luo Qiang was a rare college student at that time, working as a cadre in a large state-owned enterprise. In the early 1990s, when the material was relatively collapsed, Luo Qiang's iron rice bowl was no less than the manager of a big company or the boss of a private enterprise. With the birth of his son, Luo Qiang can be described as three harvests in his love career. However, unexpected events may happen. When Luo Qiang was booming, large state-owned enterprises in Luo Qiang closed down because of poor management, and Luo Qiang was laid off. In that era when business opportunities were everywhere, Luo Qiang could have done another career with his knowledge, but Luo Qiang, who fell into the cesspit from the cloud, had a huge gap, which made this arrogant little guy desperate and give up on himself. Slowly, I fell in love with drinking and gambling, and Li's kind words persuaded me to beat, scold, bully and kick. A well-off and happy family has gradually become poor. Li Fang was very helpless, so she had to take her young son around to do odd jobs and collect garbage to make a living, because she knew that her son would have to eat and go to school in the future, and she had to let him go to school. Her husband was hopeless, and her son became Li Fang's only hope and spiritual sustenance. As the days passed, the sensible Ronaldinho lived up to his mother's hope, and his academic performance from primary school to junior high school was always among the best. In 20xx, Li Fang borrowed money from relatives and friends to open a small restaurant to prepare money for his son to go to high school and university. Besides often taking a group of friends and pigs for free, Luo Qiang will go to the restaurant to ask Li Fang for money if he loses a bet outside. If Li Fang doesn't give it, Luo Qiang http:// will make a havoc in the Monkey King, and Li Fang is helpless. I don't know how many times the idea of divorce flashed through her mind, but the thought that divorce might bring psychological shadow to her son forced Li Fang to give up the idea. For more than ten years, Li Fang always secretly cried after his son fell asleep every night, but Li Fang never shed a tear in front of his son. However, how can all this be concealed from a sensible son? He remembers that when he was a child, his mother was very beautiful. She could have divorced her incompetent father and started a new family. Now, her mother in her thirties has grown a lot of white hair. He can feel the suffering and humiliation suffered by her mother for more than ten years, and all this is entirely for himself. In addition to thanking her, Ronaldinho knows that studying hard and being admitted to an ideal university is the best reward and comfort for her. So Ronaldinho studied hard and was admitted to Wuhan University with excellent results in 20xx. On the day of receiving the notice, Ronaldinho sat down in front of his mother. "Mom, divorce your dad!" He doesn't deserve to be your husband! "
I know some kinds of apricots, including small white apricot, pear apricot, dried apricot on the tree, golden apricot, Hu apricot and Yangmei apricot.
I like to eat dried apricots on trees best, which is also called "hanging dried apricots". This kind of apricot will hang on the tree until it is dry, so it is called "hanging dry". Hang small, round and sweet. Its core is so thin that it will break with a bite. The almonds in it are sweet. The dried apricots on the tree are small but sweet.
I also know a kind of pear apricot, which my mother said was grafted apricot. It feels smooth and there are some small spots on the skin. Its skin is thin, its meat is thick, and it tastes sweet.
There are many varieties of apricots, one is naturally grown and the other is grafted. Can satisfy everyone's different tastes.
It's sunny today, and there are no clouds in Wan Li. My parents took my grandmother and me to visit Mingguang Temple.
Mingguang Temple is located 35 kilometers northeast of Pingyi County. The scenery here is very beautiful. Looking down at the top of the mountain, there are lush trees everywhere, and the greenery of the mountain is full of flowers. A stream flows down from the mountain like a little white dragon from the sky.
Everyone is tired of playing, so they rest by the stream. My brother and I went to catch small fish and shrimp, and soon won a lot of results.
Suddenly, I saw small black spots in the water, unlike fish and shrimp. Are there tadpoles here? My brother and I watched excitedly by the stream, exactly like the picture in the book. The round head is black, just like a layer of black paint. The tail is black in the middle and transparent on both sides, just like a small comma, very cute.
My brother and I started catching tadpoles. Tadpoles are very clever. As soon as their hands touched the water, they ran away in panic We thought of a way: attack from both sides. Gently reach to the bottom of the water, and four hands form an encirclement. When it is unprepared, sneak up on it, then fish it out of the water with water and put it in the prepared mineral water bottle. It is too late to find it.
After mastering the technology, my brother and I started catching tadpoles. My brother was sharp-eyed and soon caught more than 20. Not to be outdone, I caught nearly 20.
It's getting late, and mother urges us to go. Looking at the results in the bottle, I was so happy that I reluctantly left the beautiful Mingguang Temple.
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes. -inscription
Winter is coming, and the wind is whistling, blowing on the face like countless knives, which hurts. Flowers that once competed for beauty also hid in the soil and dared not come out. Snowflakes fell one by one, fell to the ground, and melted as soon as they landed.
After class, I walked into my yard and saw a small plum blossom. Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet's pavilion spent a lot of time commenting on it. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry. Sunset poems are covered with snow all day, and it is spring with beautiful scenery. That little plum blossom is being baptized by the wind and snow. Its petals are like a female warrior, standing in the snow with her head held high, as if she were not afraid of the cold at all. When the wind blows, it moves, and some are dancing ballet; Some are singing; Some people are playing hide and seek. Seeing this scene, I can't help feeling very happy and want to play with them! Perhaps, it will soon be unable to stand the cold and get into the soil. Thinking about it, I went home.
A few days later, I returned home. Somehow, I couldn't help glancing at it, and a touch of red caught my eye. Is it still standing there? I walked over curiously and saw it still standing proudly in the snow like that day. I was very surprised. Where did he get this perseverance? Why can it hold its head high in this cold?
After a while, I got the answer. Because plum blossom will persist, only persistence can overcome difficulties, stand proudly and become a real warrior. Only like plum blossom, not afraid of cold and hardship, will you know what a real king is!
How can you get the best fragrance in the world without being affected by the cold?
Speaking of my classmates, it's really a good thing. When she plays Foshan without a shadow, there is nothing to say. You can learn from Tang Priest. When she uses super fist, you can fly farther than the Monkey King's somersault cloud. Do you want to know who she is? I tell you, she is the labor committee member of our class-Chen. Because she is so fierce, we gave her a nickname-"fierce wife".
I remember that day, Yang, the troublemaker in the class, accidentally dropped the pen of the fierce woman. After the "fierce wife" found out, she was furious. She immediately picked up her weapon, a fork, and stabbed Yang. Ah! With a scream, Yang was black and blue, and fled. The "fierce wife" was enjoying this victory!
That day, my wife and I went to the dining hall. It was almost time for us. A tall figure was inserted in front of us, and the "fierce wife" wanted a theory. I quickly stopped and said; "Come on, you play ..." Words don't say that finish, she has gone to the theory, "you this person how so, don't you know the queue? I don't know. The boy casually said, "I don't know, then I'll teach you." Say that finish, she picked up the weapon, the boy looked at it, got a fright, apologized at once, and then fled despondently.
My savage classmate, though fierce, is brave. Do you want to teach friends with her?
Unforgettable teacher composition (2)
You are a diligent gardener, and we are the flowers of our motherland. Your meticulous work is our strong growth. ...
In the fifth grade, our Chinese teacher and English teacher changed, and the English teacher became our head teacher. At that time, she had just graduated from college and didn't know many things. There are still many students talking in class. But a month later, everyone became one.
What impressed me most was her class, full of laughter. Her class is not boring; Her class is not boring. In class, she always brings some small games to class, which makes you feel that learning English is very simple and interesting. She will always weave some important things in English into interesting formulas to make you remember them vividly.
After several English exams, she felt that our English scores were not very good, so she racked her brains to design a flea market for us to help us improve our English, and urged us to speak actively in class and listen carefully at home.
She is our classroom teacher and our classroom partner. She always smiles when she asks questions, answers our questions patiently and often makes fun of us! She also cares about us. As long as a classmate is sick, she never forgets to ask, "Are you better?" ……
You are the sun, then we are grass, thriving in your light; You are the sky, then we are young eagles, soaring in your chest. ...
Reading is a lamp in the tunnel leading to the gate of knowledge, which illuminates my way forward. I have read such a book, Dream of the Wolf King, written by the famous writer Shen.
I was deeply moved by this book, which tells the story of a female wolf who gave birth to five cubs without the protection and care of a male wolf. However, the female wolf broke her foot while saving the first little wolf, and died while saving the second little wolf. Isn't this maternal love? There is a plot that makes me feel deeply. In order to save the little wolf, the mother wolf ignored her own safety. In order to prevent the eagle from hurting her children, the mother wolf rushed to fight with the eagle. Even if caught, maternal love is sometimes greater than life, and mothers sometimes give their lives for the safety of their children.
Maternal love is great, and the maternal love of animals is so great and beautiful, not to mention the affection between people. I still remember a recess last semester in Grade Three, and I forgot to take my book. You braved the cold wind and snow to send my book to school. I saw you wearing only two thin clothes, covered with white snowflakes, and still shaking. At that time, I only wore one dress, and you gave me a dress regardless of yourself. This is a deep maternal love! The lamb kneels to feed, and the crow feeds back. Now that I have grown up, I can do something within my power to honor my mother so that her hard work will not be in vain.
It's another snowy day, and white snow flowers linger in the air. I lay in a warm bed and stared out of the window, suddenly remembering that almost forgotten love.
It was also a snowy day. It has been snowing for several days, and the snow on the ground is half deep. This car won't run.
The final exam is over and the students have been picked up by their parents. I still stand at the school gate, waiting for the bus, even a tricycle or tractor. But there is still snow between heaven and earth.
I can only limp home with a heavy bag and a big quilt on my back.
I walked slowly because I was out of breath. My feet are cold and my shoes are soaked. My feet look like lead. You can only stop in three steps and take a nap in five steps.
The night is hazy and the world is hazy. I'm worried and scared. It's still so far from home. How long will it take to get home? I'm in a hurry. I'm stepping up.
It's getting dark and scary. My mind suddenly went haywire. I started thinking in the chaos. That's when the little monster in the horror movie I usually watch jumped out of my mind. I always feel footsteps behind me, always following me, especially loud in the silent snowy night. My heart is beating and I'm sweating. I suddenly turned around, but there was nothing. Suddenly I heard a voice, not footsteps, but crying. I looked around and there was no one else. Only then did I find a warm current flowing out of my nose.
"Click, click", there is really a voice coming, and people are shaking. I'm both happy and scared. Dry your tears quickly, lest others see jokes.
The figure is getting closer and closer, and the outline is still a little familiar. Who is it? Approached, a look, turned out to be dad. My nose hurts and my tears come out again. The fear disappeared. Dad, "I shouted happily. .
Dad picked up the quilt and carried it on his shoulder. He asked me, "Are you tired?"
"Not tired!" (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
"Then why are your eyes red? Are you crying? "
"no!" I tried to hide it. "It's the wind!"
Dad smiled knowingly.
"Dad, why did you pick me up?"
"Didn't you say you went home after the exam last week and this Wednesday? I think there must be no car because of the heavy snow. Besides, I haven't come back so late, and I'm not worried about my daughter. "
Dad paused and said, "I was worried I wouldn't get you!" " "
On that snowy night, our father and daughter were laughing happily.
Later, our relationship became more and more tense. I once forgot his kindness. The warmth of that winter today reminds me of myself again. I understand that my father's love is by my side. I just don't understand.
Rain, a wonderful natural landscape. It can gently drop the "spun yarn"; You can also drop water drops heavily. The rain fell on the eaves drop by drop, making a "tinkling" sound. Move a small stool, sit by the window, listen to the rain, look at the distant place where there is only a trace of familiarity, and follow it to the distant cabin.
I like listening to the sound of rain, listening to its thin rain, gently falling on the roof, silent. Sometimes it looks crazy, accompanied by "roar" thunder, crazy falling, hard hitting the roof, making a "bang" sound, which is very scary. Timid, I'm afraid, but I want to see it. Pat it and accept its kiss.
There are many, many people listening to the rain in that small room. When I was a child, I opened my eyes and ears and never let go of any sound. I didn't miss the rain scene after scene. Watching the raindrops fall bit by bit, I happily patted my chubby little hand to meet the raindrops falling from the sky.
Now, unlike when I was a child, I will sit quietly, watching the gloomy day, watching a drop of rain hit the window, watching it roll down the window bit by bit like a child, rolling away, rolling away. ...
"Hit, hit, hit ..." It's raining!