A funny thing
Jia Chaonan, class 1, Yifu primary school, Manzhouli City, Inner Mongolia
Life will encounter many things, they are happy, funny, confused, moved, unlucky or lucky In a word, linking them together will make up our colorful life.
One day, as soon as the bell rang, the students in our class rushed to the playground where they were going to do exercises. Just then, a funny thing happened. composition
We play the game of "person to person bumping person to person" on the playground. The rule of the game is that one person carries another person behind his back. The preparation of both sides is like this. After two "fit people" collide, the one who carries the person falls down first will lose. In addition, the person below will bear certain pressure when carrying the person above. When any party is crushed by pressure, it will also lose. I was first appointed to work with Wang Wentong, who is known as "Frog Prince". As soon as I went up, I fell down from Wang Wentong's head like a somersault. I tried several times, but I didn't go up. Finally, I finally went up. I just wanted to attack the other side, but I didn't wait for us to straighten up our troops, such as Bai Yunpeng and sun Tianjun Perfect partner to me here "kill" come over, we seem to be slow reaction like, there dull wait to die, the result can be imagined that they knocked us down, but we are not convinced, again, again, again, again, so several rounds we were knocked down, I am anxious, want to let Wang Wentong back me to fight again, who knows in confusion I kicked him in the ass! We had a wild laugh A funny thing when I was a child, everyone has funny memories. But I was very funny when I was a kid.
One day, my father, mother and I went to my grandmother's house in the country. Grandma has a lot of chickens in her family. They are very fat. I was less than three years old at that time. I didn't know what the chicken looked like. When I got to grandma's house, my grandparents talked about one thing with my parents. I was playing with the excavator. After the discussion, the adults went to the old house, leaving me alone to play. Suddenly, I heard a chicken call, I want to see what kind of chicken shed in the end, a head into the chicken shed, a look, ah! There are a lot of chickens. I think they are very cute. They run around in the chicken shed, frightening the chickens to fly everywhere. Some of them shake their feathers, and the feathers are all on me. Some of them fly to my head and pull a little chicken manure. Welcome to wechat: www4hw for more knowledge. After I came out, I became a Maoist.
When my parents came back, they all laughed. Seeing that they were so happy, I also laughed. Mom and dad quickly washed my face and changed my dirty clothes, and told me not to run around in the chicken shed in the future.
Through this interesting lesson, I haven't been in the chicken shed since then. Sometimes I would take the feed to feed the chicken, and often go to the chicken shed to pick up eggs with my grandmother. composition
This article of Wulian experimental primary school is the original article of the users of this site. It is forbidden to reprint without permission! It's an unforgettable thing. It's a snowy winter. As soon as I got up, I saw this white scene. It's really exciting. This is a golden opportunity. I will never miss it! I'm clamoring to make a snowman and have a good time!
I got up from the bed and rushed into the mythical snow without wearing my coat. I took the snow and threw it. My grandfather was very distressed when he saw me. He didn't want to see me like this. He was worried about what I would do if I caught a cold and was frozen. So he put everything down, took his clothes and ran to me step by step. I thought it was my grandfather who came to have a snowball fight with me! He picked up a bar and threw it at him. Unexpectedly, my grandfather almost slipped. I felt embarrassed and blushed. I quickly put on my clothes, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and asked my grandfather to play with me!
My idea was strange, so I asked my grandfather to help me make a funny snowman. "Ha ha! Good! If you want to play, my grandfather will certainly help you pile it up! " After listening to my grandfather's words, I jumped and danced. We have a tacit understanding. According to my grandfather, I shape it step by step, build snow and roll snow step by step. I took a basin to make a hat for the snowman, took a branch to press a nose for the snowman, and also used a variety of fruits to make flower clothes for him. Finally, I made a smiling snowman. I don't know how happy I am now!
We took a picture with the snowman to make its image last forever. Snowman at our door, attracted a lot of passers-by, it is very lively! composition
Snowman's smiling face makes me remember deeply, but grandfather's kind face makes me unforgettable! Midsummer, whose sixth year. Lengthy. It's muggy. Loneliness.
Summer in memory seems to be able to use these words to describe.
I sat in front of the window, watching the sky not far away, dark clouds, sometimes thunder rolling like a wheel, in a quiet land recklessly. I don't like such silence. It's like a confrontation between the sky and the earth, a demonstration, a hair trigger. Finally, the rain surrenders, falls one after another, melts into the earth's body to disappear. In contrast, I prefer this kind of straightforward and hearty pleasure.
This summer vacation, which came later than before, seems to be the longest summer in my memory. Maybe it's because too many things happened during this period to enrich it. I like such a full life, even though the teacher's assignment is only a few pages. But I think the harvest of the holiday can not only be measured by homework. composition
The rain outside the window is broken, but the heat in my heart does not recede. Continue to close your eyes, familiar face will emerge in front of you.
When all the schools are on holiday, as students of No.1 middle school, we have to take part in the joint examination of ten schools, which is joked that they don't have the courage to take part in. Although I really want to do well in the last exam of senior one, I always have a premonition that I can't do well. This is a very accurate hunch. Just like when I know that classes 11, 12 and 13 are liberal arts classes, this hunch tells me that I will be in class 11, and then I will be in class 11. Yeah. Let it be. So the result is self-evident. composition
I don't want to say anything more about the result. I don't want to say how much I regret it, because I don't think I regret it so much. After all, during this period, or in the past year, what I remember most is our 4217 members. This is the first time in my life that I live on campus and live in a dormitory. From the military training a year ago, you were surprised to ask me if I really live on campus for the first time to the last few days, and everyone was reluctant to part with me. We've had conflicts, disagreements and disagreements, but it's nice that we're still happy together as a family in the end. Yes, a family, I use it to describe us, without exaggeration or embarrassment. Just because I want to tell you how important you are in my heart and how much I thank you.
Happiness and sadness are like acting. They are earth shaking when they are touched.
I can't remember how many times I wrote this sentence in my diary, but I think it's more appropriate to use it to summarize the 18 days of making up lessons. I think it's the most meaningful make-up lesson I've ever attended. It's the happiest and the saddest. The happiest time of every day is when I laugh with Jiali and Nana. We play seesaw together, listen to music together, play games together, copy homework together (& hellip; & hellip;), hide a lot of food together in the bag, have a 'picnic' in the old class's bedroom & hellip; & hellip;, too much laughter, I can't help but think of the impulse to want tears.
God is always fair, he always gives people some, and then takes some. I don't want to do that in advance. It's boring to talk too much. Just like what Chang Yan said, if you can't turn a page in the past, don't turn it. If you turn the dust down, you will lose your eyes.
It's a flight that can't be ignored. It's grand and fast, shaking the wings of dreams.
front door. Big fence.
Now it's an inexplicable feeling of peace of mind at home.
Beijing is one of the cities I want to visit most, and I haven't been to it yet. Of course, I have been to it now. When I first arrived in Beijing, I felt a sense of depression. Indeed, Beijing's high centralization of power will make newcomers feel out of breath. But I'll be fine in a minute. Because I like the high concentration of power. Especially when I stand on the pavilions and pavilions of the Forbidden City, with red walls and golden tiles in my eyes. When I stand on the Tiananmen tower, I look at the shimmering Jinshui River under the tower. There are five exquisitely carved white marble Jinshui bridges on the river. In front of the tower, two pairs of vigorous stone lions and elegant Chinese watches are skillfully matched. Watching the endless flow of vehicles on Chang'an Street carrying the rapid development of the city, I will be happy I feel relaxed and happy, and I yearn for this flourishing scene.
From now on, all the way north. Because, you're there.
My heart, only forward to you.
Similarly, Shanghai is also a rapidly developing city. When my mother and I got up at 4 o'clock, we took a taxi from the hotel to the Expo. I met a red light on the way. There was no other car on the road and the driver stopped. Mother jokingly asked the driver why he didn't run the red light. When it was over, the driver just said something like 'we should abide by the traffic rules', which made me feel inexplicable.
In this city built of steel and concrete, all the cars are driving in a regular way. All the people are living by the rules. All the people were like turbid rivers mixed together and ran forward blindly. Outside the Expo Garden, will the figure stretched by the sunset also bring the sigh of the earth?
I just can't say why I care about others.
Because I really want to make friends with you, so I chose this trip. But I didn't expect that I still couldn't make it a happy memory.
I just can't say why I care about others. In fact, I want to say that it's hard for me to see you sick & hellip; & hellip; alas.
A warm life is unforgettable.
You know I care about you, too.
Check out the chat with Xiaojian. From 8. 1 to 8. 26. Xiaojian, we'll have known each other for a whole month in four days. No wonder I always feel that there are so many good memories about you, but I feel like I just met you. Can happy days really make people feel short? ha-ha.
Xiaojian, thank you very much for adding refreshing laughter to my lonely summer. When chatting with you, you can always make me very happy, just a little bit of warmth, I carefully hold in the palm, reluctant to forget.
Just recently, I always feel that you are in a bad mood, and you don't come to talk to me so often to make me happy. I feel very sad.
Yesterday you said you were going to school. I'm not happy, but I didn't say it and didn't keep it. Distance. The original distance can really block thousands of words.
Xiaojian, you know what. The other night, I was looking at the dark faces,