The teacher raised his hand to look at his watch again. At 7:02, the morning reading class ended soon, and he hasn't come yet. The teacher looked at the heavy snow outside the window for a while-it was being blown around by the cold wind, and then he was angry.
Fortunately, in the last few minutes, a cold air mixed with snowflakes broke into the classroom. "Report!"
Lang Lang's reading came to an abrupt end, and a pair of eyes stared at him uniformly.
"How so late!" It seems to be a very harsh voice.
"……"
"Huh?" It's improved a few degrees.
He looked at his radish-like hand and was silent.
"Think about it, write a check!"
With a bang, he was cut off from this warm little space. He thinks teachers are like the weather: ruthless, like the passing wind.
After class, the teacher opened the door and said, "Come with me to the office", which was also so straightforward. He tried hard and moved his numb feet, but it seemed that there were thousands of steel needles stuck in it. He gritted his teeth and walked slowly to the office.
On the way, suddenly the old man in the reception office rushed over, pulled the teacher aside and whispered a few words in his ear. Say that finish, I saw the teacher walked straight to the school gate with a sullen face, no matter who I followed.
The next day, the news spread quickly: the teacher's son slipped into the river yesterday. Fortunately, a middle school student passing by rescued him in time and took him to the hospital. The teacher is still looking after his son in the hospital.
He sat in a warm classroom and looked up at the ceiling: although the cold wind was biting, it could heal the soul.
It's still snowing and freezing outside.
2. Composition describing a seasonal scenery (150 words) Beautiful spring is coming, so beautiful! This is a season of revival. Cold-blooded animals such as snakes, bears and frogs have stopped hibernating and climbed onto the ground to enjoy spring. In spring, birds sing, flowers bloom, grass sprouts, swallows fly back to nest, and spring restores a colorful atmosphere to the earth. Even the spring rain and thunder keep coming to report spring for us. Spring is a good season for sowing, and farmers' uncles are taking advantage of this. There will be a good harvest in autumn. Spring is not as dry and hot as summer, nor as cold as autumn, nor as cold as winter. Spring is a spring full of vigor and vitality. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. The return of spring means that everything will start again and all life will start again. People can like spring. Give people a new beginning, new harvest, new life and new hope. With the arrival of spring, the earth has been completely green, from appearance to heart, the whole spring is covered with green. This spring has given people new life and new hope. I like this beautiful spring.
3. Diary 150 words 100 third-grade diary 150 words (1)
When I grow up, you always care about me.
I remember one time, when it rained, I was sick. You were busy with your work, but you gave up your work and told me not to be afraid. I was naive at that time and believed you. You gave me a drop and a little medicine. For a long time, but it didn't get better. You are anxious and afraid, your black hair turns into white hair in a blink of an eye, but you are busy giving me fluids. Sometimes you buy an apple and ask me if I want to eat it. I'm a little top-heavy, and you're too busy peeling me. This is one of the things you have worked so hard for me.
Mom, no matter how busy you are, you will take the time to teach me, and my grades will gradually improve. It's all your hard work!
This is my mother's love for me and my daughter will never forget it. Because maternal love is great, I will always be my mother. I really want to say to my mother: I love you!
Diary of Grade Three 150 words (2)
People always have unforgettable things, and I am no exception. I still remember one thing clearly.
Once, my father and I went to the open space to play badminton with great interest. I serve first. I threw the ball up gently. With a bang, the ball fell to the ground. Dad smiled. "You are so stupid that you can't even throw the ball." I picked up the ball and patted it again. The ball flew and flew to someone else's house. I rang the doorbell, and the householder opened the door and asked, "What are you doing, little friend?" I said, "My badminton flew to your house. Please let me pick it up. Thank you very much! " The householder picked up the badminton and gave it to me. "Well, son, you picked up the ball. Go home! " "I went back to the clearing and continued to play badminton with my father. Dad served, dad picked up the ball and threw it into the air, and the ball fell to the ground. Like my first time, my father said poetically, "There are inevitably some mistakes in life. When adults are also wrong, I will try again. "
Later, my father raised his vigilance and handed the badminton. I took a look, caught it accurately and slapped it hard. After a while, my father and I made three round trips. We were all panting and exhausted. I tried my best.
In anger, I hit the badminton and my father was finally defeated by me. I said happily, "Ah, I won!" Dad was also happy for me and said, "It's great that you can beat me."
I tried my best to win the battle with my father, but I won't be proud. I will try to beat him easily next time. I will never forget this interesting story!
Diary of Grade Three 150 words (III)
We all have regrets. At that time, we all wanted one thing that was not available in the world, and that was regret medicine.
I remember once, my mother and I went to eat Pizza Hut. I smelled a fragrance as soon as I entered the door. I couldn't wait to find a seat, so I started ordering with my mother. Looking at the menu, I want to drool. I ordered a lot of things, and my mother said to me, "That's enough. If you order more, you can't finish it. " I just stopped. Soon, the waiter brought food. I couldn't wait any longer, so I took a big bite. (m.lz 13.cn) The food is so delicious that I'm full, but I can't help eating it after watching such delicious food. After lunch, my mother took me home, and my stomach began to hurt soon after I got home. My mother gloated, "Haha, who let you eat so much just now?" I regret it in my heart.
There is no regret medicine in the world, so we should consider the results in everything we do, not just the immediate interests.
4. Landscape writing composition (150 words) My hometown is in the countryside, where the scenery is picturesque and beautiful. Especially in autumn, nature is even more dazzling.
The smell of maturity pervades the garden, giving off an attractive fragrance. The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiling and beaming. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are shining with golden light and smiling in green. Green cabbage, a clump here, a clump there, dripping with green, is like laying a green carpet on the garden. What is even more refreshing is to stand outside the garden and look at the garden: the garden is golden and occasionally dotted with a little green, which is particularly harmonious. The pleasing tree is covered with gold, a breeze blows, and yellow leaves dance like butterflies.
Walking in the garden, the whole garden is beautiful. You see, the yellow is elegant, the white is noble, and the purple is warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind.
Of course, in autumn in my hometown, fog is the most charming and popular with children. Every morning, the world is misty, the mountains and seas are misty, and the mountains are undulating, just like Penglai Fairy Island, which is fascinating. Occasionally, a farmhouse will be exposed to the fog and smoke, and the smell of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning fog constitute a harmonious and charming picture.
Whenever there is fog, the beautiful mountains and rivers in my hometown are integrated with the mirage in my heart. No matter what year and month, how far away and where I am, the hometown of autumn will always be hazy in my life.
Autumn in my hometown is also a windy world and a paradise for rain. Autumn morning, the breeze is singing. Pearl dew has arrived. Brought the coolness of autumn and absorbed the heat of summer; It brought snow-white clouds and erased the residual heat. The rain is the most unusual, as fine as an ox's hair, densely woven obliquely, and the needles are shining. How nice it is to say "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly" before the autumn rain in my hometown. There are always signs that the autumn wind will start first. Autumn rain fell silently on the ground. Autumn rain is harmonious. It took away the long drought in summer and brought the long-awaited wetness and coolness. I like autumn rain.
Autumn in my hometown! Whenever you come, the joy in my heart is always beyond words, which can only be summarized by a poem written by the great poet Du Fu, "However, I am frantically packing my books and poems".
I love my hometown, especially the intoxicating autumn in my hometown.