"Ah, how can goldfish fly?" A little girl about seven years old shouted at the window. Residents in the community have opened the windows and looked up at the small goldfish all over the sky.
"There are really goldfish!" Several families answered. The baby living on the sixth floor, holding a bottle in his hand, pointed to the ground in surprise, as if to say, "Look, look, there are goldfish below!" " I will stand up and walk! "Mother's eyes swept down, frightened by this strange scene, and quickly asked her father," Is this true? Goldfish actually walk a line? I am dreaming! " Goldfish are flying in the night sky, some of them are sideways, showing their white bellies, wearing shiny clothes and dancing.
Some quickly turned upside down, throwing crystal drops down and falling into the arms of the mother tree, people's heads and cars. There are others.
Goldfish on land are having a concert in suits.
"Bang, bang, bang" The little goldfish flapped their tails at each other. It's really nice, just like a cheerful serenade! The little goldfish stretched out his hands to greet us. The starry night sky has turned into day, the moon like a boat has gone home, and Father Sun stood up with a smile.
The little goldfish has disappeared, and everything is like magic, like a dream that will never happen.
What will happen in the sky and on the ground at eight o'clock next Tuesday night? Let's imagine together.
2. crazy Tuesday sequel composition it's getting dark. At 7: 59 pm on Tuesday, a large group of lively goldfish flew out of the pond. They flew into the night sky.
"Ah, how can goldfish fly?" A little girl about seven years old shouted at the window. Residents in the community have opened the windows and looked up at the small goldfish all over the sky. "There are really goldfish!" Several families answered. The baby living on the sixth floor, holding a bottle in his hand, pointed to the ground in surprise, as if to say, "Look, look, there are goldfish below!" " I will stand up and walk! "Mother's eyes swept down, frightened by this strange scene, and quickly asked her father," Is this true? Goldfish actually walk a line? I am dreaming! " Goldfish are flying in the night sky, some of them are sideways, showing their white bellies, wearing shiny clothes and dancing. Some quickly turned upside down, throwing crystal drops down and falling into the arms of the mother tree, people's heads and cars. There are others. . Goldfish on the land are having a concert in suits. "Bang, bang, bang," the little goldfish flapped their tails at each other. It's really nice, just like a cheerful serenade! The little goldfish stretched out his hands to greet us. The starry night sky has turned into day, the moon like a boat has gone home, and Father Sun stood up with a smile. The little goldfish has disappeared, and everything is like magic, like a dream that will never happen. .
What will happen in the sky and on the ground at eight o'clock next Tuesday night? Let's imagine together!
3. Crazy Tuesday 5-sentence composition Tuesday night at 8: 32.
A lady is sleeping, and her serene expression represents a beautiful dream. Wait, what's that? The lady's back suddenly bulged with two small bags, then slowly expanded and finally became the shape of a balloon.
Then, the balloon deflated and the air slowly dispersed. Strange? There are still a few feathers falling lazily. Suddenly, a few wisps of hazy mist came, and soon the mist dispersed and the lady came back.
Grow huge green wings! Green feathers are flying everywhere, dancing like elves. The lady still knows nothing about all this.
Look at another man. He is having dinner. What happened? His hair turned brown and slowly turned into a huge explosive head.
Suddenly, a smell of chocolate filled the whole room. Oh, my God, that man's hair has turned into chocolate! ! Tuesday at 9: 04.
Almost every family has changed. Some became biscuit people; Some become the size of toys; Some have swan wings; Others become the opposite sex! ! The adults were extremely scared, but the children were very excited: "am I a swan princess?" "How did I grow up in Changlin? Am I your Majesty Hailong? " .
4. Crazy Tuesday is a book published by Hebei Education Press in 2009. The writer is david wiesner.
At about 8 o'clock on Tuesday night, the sleepy frog in the pond was awakened! Next, there is no written description, only frogs flying freely on the lotus leaves will take you through every corner of the town and feel an restless night. The rising sun shines on the restored calm town. However, the next Tuesday night, the shadow of a pig appeared in the air outside the house by light. ...
The uniqueness of wordless picture books lies in that they activate readers' imagination and challenge their explanatory power. Show children david wiesner's Picture Book Without Words, and children can see the imagination as unrestrained as imagination in their little heads, making them feel that the world is so colorful because of imagination. When children grow up, what they see with their own eyes can tell them the truth. In addition, there are many things that need to be seen farther than the eyes to discover the position and new possibilities of life and the world.
5. The composition "That Crazy Day" had better be about summer vacation,,,,, thank you. The urgent need of junior high school for three years is coming to an end.
Those days are deeply imprinted in my mind, as if it happened yesterday. We cried, laughed, quarreled, resented and went crazy. At the age of sixteen, we had a poetic dream of youth and were about to part.
In the first grade, we were curious about the new campus life and did nothing. In grade two, we just started to get familiar with our classmates. We are in no hurry to study, but we have plenty of time. Grade three, alas! How did I graduate so soon? I have nothing.
Especially during the second day of junior high school, we met our best sisters and brothers that semester, and our friendship began like this. We are crazy every day. I still remember sleeping one night. After the teacher on duty left, the dormitory door was closed and our sisters went crazy in bed. I don't know who started it and dragged my bed back from Duke Zhou. Xiao Mo said to us, "Let's sing!" "I can't, I'm tone deaf, you can sing!" I giggled.
"This how line! Come on, I see, you dance. " All right! This is a good opportunity. Let's get together. I was embarrassed to say that I twisted in bed and burst into laughter. Pulling up, the girl didn't wake up, her eyes were half closed and half open. I stretched out my hand to twist her chubby face. Unexpectedly, the girl pulled out my shiny black hair. Scalp hurts, heart hurts more, my poor hair! I didn't give in and reached out to scratch her armpit. I know she is most ticklish. Ha ha ha, I'm not as strong as that girl, so I smiled and moved in reinforcements. Ha ha ha,,,, your girl doesn't deserve me. We swarmed, pressed the same bed tightly on the bed and practiced all kinds of torture. There were bursts of laughter in the dormitory, and the students sang the hum of the March for us. We're crazy!
Our crazy days will be hidden in our hearts and will never be erased.
6. The 600-word composition titled "A Beautiful Crazy Day" in Grade Two of Senior High School is deeply left in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.
We cried, laughed, quarreled, resented and went crazy. At the age of sixteen, we had a poetic dream of youth and were about to part. In the first grade, we were curious about the new campus life and did nothing.
In grade two, we just started to get familiar with our classmates. We are in no hurry to study, but we have plenty of time. Especially during the second day of junior high school, we met our best sisters and brothers that semester, and our friendship began like this.
We are crazy every day. I still remember sleeping one night. After the teacher on duty left, the dormitory door was closed and our sisters went crazy in bed.
I don't know who started it and dragged my bed back from Duke Zhou. Xiao Mo said to us, "Let's sing!" "I can't, I'm tone deaf, you can sing!" I giggled.
"This how line! Come on, I see, you dance. " All right! This is a good opportunity. Let's get together.
I was embarrassed to say that I twisted in bed and burst into laughter. Pulling up, the girl didn't wake up, her eyes were half closed and half open.
I stretched out my hand to twist her chubby face. Unexpectedly, the girl pulled out my shiny black hair. Scalp hurts, heart hurts more, my poor hair! I didn't give in and reached out to scratch her armpit. I know she is most ticklish.
Ha ha ha, I'm not as strong as that girl, so I smiled and moved in reinforcements. Ha ha ha,,,, your girl doesn't deserve me.
We swarmed, pressed the same bed tightly on the bed and practiced all kinds of torture. There were bursts of laughter in the dormitory, and the students sang the hum of the March for us. We're crazy! Our crazy days will be hidden in our hearts and will never be erased.
7. Continue to write the composition. I stared at a photo and saw the past. How to write the following model essay:
I stared at a photo, and I saw a past. At that time, I had to rely on a chair to sit on my bike. Once, my grandma took me to menstruation's house by bike. On the way back, I saw a young mother knitting with a girl my age. Behind them is a power station. I looked at countless wires on it and couldn't figure out why they were playing here. The little girl was writing something on the road with a fashionable red oil pen. When she saw me and grandma, she ran away in fear and left the oil pen behind. ...
Later, I picked up the pen and took it home. Dad was angry, but he was angry with himself. At that time, he was the business manager of an electronics subsidiary and had many business cards. He pointed to the words on it and asked me to identify them one by one. At that time, there was a big gardenia tree in front of my house, and there were many business cards under it, which were destroyed by me. I don't know why my uncle asked my father why he wanted to return his business card. Father said, "What can she do for me?"
He has been obedient to me for so many years, and I don't know if this is a mistake.
While I was still running and talking, once, the Spring Festival was coming and my home was cleaned up. In my father's study, I saw groups of mice, and I smiled happily. Dad said, I was so excited that I hit those mice with a stick, and I quickly chased them. I really killed one and saw a lot of blood, but I was scared to cry.
I told my mother about it, and she said I ran over a little mouse. Maybe it's true! I'm not afraid of live mice at all. As for dead mice, I'm just afraid they give off the smell of "* * *", but I'm afraid of flying mice.
One year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, a group of foreigners said my house was an "old house". I'm sorry to hear the news. Everyone gets old before he gets old, and so does the house.
There is a dense bamboo forest on the right side of that house. At night, something dark came out of it and made a strange noise. It looks like a long-haired devil in a robe. What did mom say it was called? It slipped my mind.
I don't know why, I quietly left the "old house" and left a lot of things behind. At this time, I grew up and my grandmother died for many years. I cycled through the fuzzy road again and again, looking for a place to pick up my pen, going back to my hometown to see the bamboo forest, and sitting in the old house waiting for the mouse. ...
Everything is gone, far away. Sometimes, I really wonder if this is a dream of my precocious brain at that time, and only I remember it. ...
I only remember these interesting things. Now that I am grown up, my father says that I am a high school student, and I should know what "respect each other as guests" means. Therefore, it is essential to give gifts on holidays and get along well with others ... I think this is fundamental.
Many years ago, I probably remembered more things.
Fan Wener:
I stared at a photo and saw a past when I lived in my grandmother's house.
That winter, I went to my friend's house to play, and we all had a good time. When I was leaving that night, he mysteriously said to me, "Come with me and I'll show you something."
He took out a beautifully wrapped box from the cupboard behind him. He carefully opened the silk rope and opened the box. There is a crystal ball with broken flowers carved on it, which shines in the light. I liked it at first sight.
I was about to touch it when he said, "Don't move, this is my baby." Then he carefully closed the box and tied the silk rope. I was speechless and went back to my grandmother's house.
As soon as I entered the room, I shouted, "I want a crystal ball!" " "
"What? Where can I get that thing? " Grandma asked.
I began to cry, and grandma said, "OK, I'll find it for you. Stop crying. " I just thought grandma was lying to me, so I cried even harder.
Later, I forgot the crystal ball and thought it was just a cloud on the horizon, which could not exist.
A year later, I went to my grandmother's house again.
Grandma saw me and said, "Do you want a crystal ball?"
I laughed: "Oh, I was young then, just fooling around."
Grandpa said to grandma, "Look, I said you don't have to do it. You wasted a few days playing ice hockey, didn't you? "
Grandma smiled helplessly and took out a hockey puck from the barn: "I thought you wanted it ..."
I was stunned, only to feel that the "crystal ball" was shining.
The ice hockey in my hand turned into glittering and translucent water drops, nourishing my heart.
The warm past is always unforgettable, and my grandmother's holy and crystal-like love for me will always be remembered by me.
All the above are from Baidu's "past events"
8. The 600-word composition titled "A Beautiful Crazy Day" in Grade Two of Senior High School is deeply left in my mind, as if it happened yesterday. We cried, laughed, quarreled, resented and went crazy. At the age of sixteen, we had a poetic dream of youth and were about to part.
In the first grade, we were curious about the new campus life and did nothing. In grade two, we just started to get familiar with our classmates. We are in no hurry to study, but we have plenty of time.
Especially during the second day of junior high school, we met our best sisters and brothers that semester, and our friendship began like this. We are crazy every day. I still remember sleeping one night. After the teacher on duty left, the dormitory door was closed and our sisters went crazy in bed. I don't know who started it and dragged my bed back from Duke Zhou. Xiao Mo said to us, "Let's sing!" "I can't, I'm tone deaf, you can sing!" I giggled.
"This how line! Come on, I see, you dance. " All right! This is a good opportunity. Let's get together. I was embarrassed to say that I twisted in bed and burst into laughter. Pulling up, the girl didn't wake up, her eyes were half closed and half open. I stretched out my hand to twist her chubby face. Unexpectedly, the girl pulled out my shiny black hair. Scalp hurts, heart hurts more, my poor hair! I didn't give in and reached out to scratch her armpit. I know she is most ticklish. Ha ha ha, I'm not as strong as that girl, so I smiled and moved in reinforcements. Ha ha ha,,,, your girl doesn't deserve me. We swarmed, pressed the same bed tightly on the bed and practiced all kinds of torture. There were bursts of laughter in the dormitory, and the students sang the hum of the March for us. We're crazy!
Our crazy days will be hidden in our hearts and will never be erased.