In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing, and they are all familiar with writing. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. How to write a good composition? The following are 4 essays on parent-child games that I collected and arranged for reference only, hoping to help everyone. Parent-child game composition 1
I fell in love with playing China chess when I was in kindergarten. The first chess set was used by my grandfather. It was mottled, the paint on it fell off, and the wood was broken, leaving traces of time. When I was in primary school, I wore a red scarf. My mother bought me a pair of exquisite chess as a reward. Each chess piece was a different doll with a vivid expression, and the generals were majestic. This chess game accompanied me most of the time for parent-child games.
every week, I always try a few games with my dad. This game is the decisive battle between my dad and me. I confidently aimed the "cannon" at one of my dad's "little soldiers", but my dad didn't necessarily have the slightest nervous expression, and he was still easily dispatching troops. I hit a gun sideways again, and one of my father's "little soldiers" became a thing in my bag again, and my heart was secretly pleased. See, dad quietly moved the "car" to the bottom line. "Dad, this is what to do? I have a whisper in my mind. Forget it, regardless of him, I still follow my original plan, continue to look for opportunities to eat, and turn his generals into army of one, so that I can win without doubt. ". I was just about to eat his "horse" when my father jumped another "horse" and cooperated with each other to form a "serial horse". I can only arch a soldier at a loss. Dad also arched a soldier, trying to lead me to pair with him, and I followed his advice and directly got right with each other. Unexpectedly, one of my dad's "horses" rushed into my camp during this gap. I panicked and had to strengthen my defense. My dad calmly jumped the "horse" to the winning point, so I had no choice but to move the "king" one step further. Dad's "horse" and "car" cooperated tacitly with each other, and my "king" would die at once. Oh, now I understand that dad deliberately set me up with him at first, but he secretly arranged to kill the game himself, which made me a loser.
Chess is the most common parent-child game in our family. Everyone can kill several games. Usually, I can kill every piece of my mother and grandmother. Grandpa and I are evenly matched, but dad is still slightly better. Parent-child game composition 2
When I saw the "digital idiom game" introduced in the school newsletter, I immediately moved my heart and wanted to compete with my son in the idiom game. Although this game is a little difficult for my son who just entered the second grade, the little guy who is not to be outdone is still willing to fight.
Before the war, let's introduce the specific ways of playing: adding or subtracting the first two numbers of two idioms, or performing mixed operations, and the other side will say another idiom after calculation.
after the introduction of the rules, the challenge ring has been set up, and the gongs and drums are ready, and the order is "War!" Formal war. A battle-hardened, a newborn calf, both full of confidence, opened a "battle" with imposing momentum.
"single-minded+half-hearted", I will start with a simple warm-up question.
"Four generations under one roof" is quick-witted. It seems that I can't "underestimate my enemy"!
"the best of both worlds+seven ups and eight downs" continues to give questions after warming up.
"Nine ... Nine ..." The little guy is scratching his head, and he is puzzled. "Nine-nine is one" is heroic! Your boy answered it!
"colorful-scattered" I'll give an unpopular one and see how he reacts.
"five ... five ... various" "Bring it on! I am not a vegetarian, hehe! "
smelly boy, if I don't give you a difficult one, I think you are a little high. "Love at first sight+two little guesses+a bumper harvest".
"When I saw ...+two ...+a bumper harvest of grains ... eight ... Eight immortals crossing the sea" "Mom, I got all the answers right. It's my turn to give a question. Listen carefully!"
It seems that this "little math genius" is difficult to deal with, so let him work out the problem for the time being. "Single-minded-poor and white+groups of three or five+gossiping" Before I recovered, the little guy had already released his horse.
"perfect", I blurted out. Hum! The first question is to give me a mixed operation and deliberately make things difficult for me. You didn't know that these are all a piece of cake for my mother.
"The tiger doesn't show off his power, so you think I'm HelloKitty! Listen up, colorful+no one knows+3322-99 belongs to one-home all over the world "smelly boy looks like he is not to be outdone.
"Kill two birds with one stone", hehe, you can't beat your mother, little bastard!
hey! Judging from the level of the little guy's questions, there are a lot of idioms in his little head! It seems that I underestimated the level of this smelly boy too much.
"A clean slate+a clean slate-..."
The math idiom game is still in full swing, from which we exercise the speed of oral calculation, review digital idioms, gain endless happiness, and mobilize our son's enthusiasm for learning and accumulating idioms, which can be described as a "bumper harvest"! Parent-child game composition 3
Near dusk, we began to play parent-child games on the beach.
With the whistle of "No Drunk, No Return", everyone got together and started the parent-child game on the beach. The first game is called "stepping on mines", and the rules of the game are: there are many holes in the sand within the specified range, which are "mines". Adults wear blindfolds, and children instruct adults not to step on mines. If adults step on mines or go out of the specified range, they should go back to the starting point and start over. When the first person reaches the finish line, the second person starts, and is divided into two teams, and which team finishes first wins. We are divided into a team with my uncle and some uncles and aunts. Adults put on blindfolds and started. My uncle was the first to bear the brunt. As soon as he lifted his foot, he asked, "Are there any mines?" We replied loudly, "No-"My uncle passed as soon as he lifted his foot. After a few steps, I saw that my uncle was about to step on a mine. Everyone panicked and shouted, "Stop!" " As soon as my uncle raised his foot, he stopped and stood there like a stone statue. We said, "Just go left." My uncle passed the customs very easily. Next is dad, by contrast, dad is like a "bear", very clumsy, very unstable when parked there, like a crumbling small tree, and our hearts are uneasy with it. Dad finally couldn't support stepping on a mine, so he had to go back and start over. However, the road that Dad had already walked, he walked past without command. After our command, dad finally labored to finish it, and the uncles and aunts behind him also went over, but we still lost.
the second game is called "transporting water from south to north". The rules of the game are: divide into three teams, with five people in each team. One of them scoops water from the washbasin in the sea, and then pass it on to the next person in turn, until the last person pours the water into the bucket. Then, choose one person to give the washbasin to the first person to start scooping water again. The team whose bucket is full first wins. We are a team with the prince's family. Dad picks up the water, the prince and his mother carry the water, the prince and his father splash the water, and I send the washbasin. With a whistle, dad rushed into the sea, scooped up water and rushed over. The prince's mother took the washbasin and handed it to the prince, who quickly handed it to his father. After the water was splashed, the prince's father handed me the washbasin. As soon as I received the washbasin, my ass was on fire' and I rushed over quickly. When I handed the basin to my father, I walked back slowly, because I was completely sure to go back. After several rounds, we are slightly ahead, but other teams are not to be outdone and are catching up.
however, we won the championship in the end! Parent-child game composition 4
When it comes to parent-child games, it's called "body twisting music".
one day, dad came up to me with a blanket and a turntable and said mysteriously, "honey, dad played a game with you today-twisting your body." There are 24 circles neatly arranged on this blanket, which are red, yellow, blue and green, and every 6 circles are the same color. There is also a turntable with left foot, right foot, left hand and right hand written on it, and the corresponding colors. The pointer in the middle points to which color, and which hand or foot should be placed on the circle of this color. Only hands and feet can touch the circle on the whole blanket, and no other parts of the body can touch it. Do you understand? " I expected to say, "I understand! Let's start playing quickly! " "good!"
We invited my mother to turn the turntable, but we didn't play for a while. My left foot was placed on the green dot in the first row, my right foot on the red dot in the last row, my left hand on the blue dot in the third row, and my right hand on the yellow dot in the second row. My body became a toad, and my body was pulling hard, trying not to fall down. Suddenly I heard my father shout, "Oh, I'm going to get off the vertical fork. It hurts me. I can't!" " When I looked back, my father's left foot was placed on the red dot in the last row, while his right foot was placed on the yellow dot in the second row. My father became a twist.
I laughed at Dad and said, "Haha, Dad, you can't compete with me. I am a dancer, and my flexibility and balance are much better than yours!" Just as I finished speaking, I lost my footing and fell to the ground with a plop.
I sighed and said, "Hey, you can't get complacent too soon. You're so carried away!" Dad breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his body and restored the "deformed" body to its original state.