What I remember most is the 700-word composition 1. Alas, it's a holiday again! I watched my classmates jump like sparrows, but what about me? But worry! What worries me is not the complicated and trivial winter vacation homework, nor the distressed extracurricular classes, but how to spend the rest of my life! "Boring ..." I was forced to do this only when the volcano erupted! No, I've thought about it and I still have to find something to do!
This is a night with few stars. I'm listening to music and playing plants vs. zombies. My father is going to cook! Huh? Instead of following up? I'm curious that the baby's nature is revealed again! I secretly hid behind the kitchen and watched my father skillfully turn over the wok. It was quite simple! I figured it out at the moment, hehe-I also want to learn to cook.
In the morning, the lazy sunshine shines on my little bed. I woke up early, crept to my parents' door and stared at the door left unlocked for a long time to make sure my parents had left. I just sneaked in and felt like a thief! However, fight for my long-planned suppres! Picking up my dad's homemade cookbook, I suddenly realized a problem. With so many dishes, we have different tastes. How can I find the whole delicious food when cooking for the first time? After a long struggle, I went shopping. I came to the vegetable market in high spirits. Looking at Nuoda's vegetable market, I was depressed again. Where can I find this fresh vegetable? You can only turn one street if you are thinking about doing it! Finally, I carried my bag in my left hand and my bag in my hand, humming a tune all the way home. ...
When I got home, I was anxious to finish it step by step according to the procedures on the menu. I wash and cut vegetables, my hands are not idle, and my mouth is not idle. Hum a tune for a while, and shout two words of refueling for a while. From a distance, I look like a nervous young man, sick and not taking medicine. It's time, isn't it They opened fire! When the pot boiled, I poured a pot of diced potatoes into it. First there was a "scratching" sound, and then my deafening "Ah ..." resounded through the sky. The whole building really shook (it seems a bit exaggerated). I threw it down (note that it fell into the boiling oil pan) and didn't care so much. Three black lines suddenly appeared on my face, and I was anxious. I threw down a shovel and screamed like a pig: "Oh, I don't want to learn how to cook …" The whole building was shocked again!
My most unforgettable thing 700-word composition 2 Everyone will have unforgettable things. It may be a game, an activity, or a trip ... but one thing I will never forget is that I came last in the Chinese exam.
It was a Sunday. In the morning, I studied my composition at Mr. Wang's house. I was writing. Suddenly, Mr. Wang, who was correcting the test paper, called me over. My heart thumped and I thought nervously, "Is it my turn to correct the paper? I definitely didn't do well in the exam. " I walked carefully to her side, only to see those bright red forks on my test paper and the striking "10 points" on my composition look so shocking. I got a cold war, and my red cheeks suddenly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and stood still waiting for the teacher's reprimand. But Mr. Wang just calmly said to me, "Go and correct the wrong question." I am afraid that the students around me will see my poor 68 points on the paper, pick up the paper and hurry back to the seat, lower their heads and seriously correct the wrong questions.
"Click", the door opened and my mother came to pick me up. Teacher Wang introduced my exam to my mother, and I went downstairs trembling to wait for my mother.
I went downstairs, feeling like I knocked over a five-flavor bottle and couldn't say anything. It's cloudy and a bit sultry. The old tree, hunched around the cave, was laughing at me, laughing that I got the last place in the exam. I picked up the stone angrily and threw it at it. Time goes by, and my mother hasn't come down yet. I was so scared that I walked around downstairs in frustration.
Mom finally came down. She was moping and didn't say a word. I have a vague feeling that a storm is coming. When I got home, my mother scolded me severely and said to me sternly, "The road came out by myself, not paved." How can you get good grades without studying hard? How can we succeed in the future? I didn't expect you to get the last place in the exam. I'm ashamed of you ... "My mother's words hit me like a heavy hammer, and my heart was very uncomfortable, but I had nothing to say."
The last thing in this Chinese exam really makes me unforgettable! It is deeply engraved in my heart. But in the future, such things will never happen again.