Composition 1: "A little sesame on campus" 711 words

A little sesame on campus. At 1: 31 this afternoon, Mr. Qiao and I were on duty at the gate, and the students swiped their cards into the school in an orderly manner. I don't know when, a gust of wind blew two or three pieces of paper to the gate, which was very uncoordinated with the neat school gate and looked very dazzling. Perhaps the students didn't pay attention, and none of them bent down to pick up the paper.

I want to pick up the pieces of paper. It's at the peak of students entering the school, so I thought I'd pick up the pieces of paper later when fewer students entered the school. At that time, I was also wondering whether to pick it up or not, although I picked up scraps of paper on campus more than once.

I used to work in the Political and Educational Affairs Office for many years. I know that teachers and students are used to thinking that students on duty specialize in cleaning and turn a blind eye to conspicuous waste paper, which is just a habit.

About ten minutes later, there were not many students entering the school. I quickly bent down to pick up the paper on the ground. When I was about to pick up the third piece of paper, a boy with a yellow jacket and a bicycle was able to bend down to pick up the piece of waste paper, hold it in his hand, and walk to the nearby trash can and throw it in.

I stood at the door. I wanted to wave to the boy and ask which class he was in. When I heard that the pre-preparation * * * rang, I couldn't bear to delay the students, so I gave up.

In my eyes, although this is just a trivial matter that often happens on campus, there is a world difference between "good habits" and "bad habits".

At noon today, this boy picked up not only a piece of waste paper, but also showed me this student's good habits and good quality ~

In March, it coincided with the "Civilization and Politeness Month" activity. If every teacher and student stood in the flag-raising square to talk about their feelings, maybe everyone could tell a lot of grandiose truths. However, few people can do the little things around them themselves or stick to it. You can't pick up a piece of scattered waste paper, and you can't set an example. No matter how tall the slogan is, it's all empty talk ~ < P > The gate is also a face for the school to show its elegance to the outside world. If everyone around us is like this student, the flowers of "neatness and hygiene" and "civilization and harmony" on campus will not bloom in this beautiful spring March. Composition 2: "A little thing in summer vacation" 1211 words < P > One noon, we slept soundly and my cousin woke us up. In the drowsiness, my father asked again and again, and my cousin said that the bird woke him up. That's true. Birds are chirping under the air conditioner. Dad, who was angry with his cousin, was angry again and decided to "cut the grass and get rid of the roots." After repeated persuasion, dad's mood stabilized, but the bird didn't repent, and still sang a song that it felt beautiful (we didn't think it was annoying and ugly noise). Dad, who has always been good-tempered, became very angry, and it was useless to persuade anyone. It seems that the bird is about to "face disaster" (it is estimated that the nest will "move").

After we got up, Dad opened the window to observe the "enemy situation". It turned out that our air conditioner was supported by two pieces of wood, and there was a place with nothing in the middle, which sheltered from the wind and rain, and the birds settled there.

Dad moved the air conditioner down, and when he heard the birds cry for mercy, I heard the reputation. It turned out that a bird was standing on the window singing, then flew away with a whoosh, and stood on the opposite roof looking at the bird's nest with reluctance. Dad said, "If you (the bird) didn't make so much noise, your nest wouldn't" move ".Besides, I'm tired of" moving "for you!" Then dad did not hesitate to poke the bird's nest with wood. I glanced at it before poking it, but there were no birds. Dad carried a bucket of water, cleaned the bird hair and feces on the windowsill, put the air conditioner back on it, and asked me to stay and help. Dad deliberately blocked a small clearing under the air conditioner and said, "Let me have a rest again.".

everything was arranged. as soon as I got downstairs, my cousin pulled me aside mysteriously and said, "guess what I found"? After that, he pointed to a big tree. I hurried to the big tree and saw a bird's nest in the small bowl containing steamed buns. I patted my cousin and said, "How did you pick it up?"? He said, "There are birds in it! I just saw my neighbor's dog sniffing around on it, so I drove it away and saw a bird's nest with birds in it. I was afraid that they would run away, so I blocked the bird's nest. " I quickly took a look, and boy! There are two birds in it, no, three. We put them on the roof with our "home" (bird's nest). Then, I went to do my homework. My cousin ran over in a hurry and almost fell on the floor (no, it was the floor). He hurriedly pulled me out and said breathlessly, "Cousin, what do you think I found?" Then I looked around for fear of being heard by others, and dragged me to a better "cover point". I said, "Are you bored? I'm doing my homework. Tell me quickly." He quickly said, "I found another bird downstairs that can't fly and hasn't been bitten by a dog. Look, Nuo." Say that finish, just show me the bird, this bird is very cute, so we took it home and put it back in their "camp" (bird's nest on the roof).

The next morning, I went upstairs to watch the birds, but it was the mother bird who flew out. Then the mother bird gave a cry and the other three birds flew away with her.

. I'm surprised, aren't there four? There are only three. Approaching the bird's nest, I saw another one sleeping soundly! I held it out and put it on the balcony. The bird outside (its mother, why is she still unwilling) called out, and it called out as if it were signaling. Suddenly, the bird jumped out and stood on the windowsill (where our hands could not reach, the bird was very clever and admired), and then looked east and west, and got up the courage to jump down. He actually flew and flew to his mother's side at once.

Although they flew away, I am still happy because their whole family is reunited. Ah, maternal love is really great! Composition 3: A Little Thing in Winter Vacation 1511 words

A Little Thing in Winter Vacation

Life is like a big classroom, where we can learn what we can't learn in class: we have increased our experience and learned about life.

that morning, I was having breakfast with my mother. Suddenly, there was a bang from nowhere. This really startled my mother and me. "What happened?" I asked my mother doubtfully. "I don't know. Maybe something was dropped in the kitchen." Mom shrugged and said. After breakfast, I heard my mother's voice coming from the bathroom: "Xiao Ting, come here quickly ~" I stepped to the bathroom in two steps and three steps. "What's the matter?" I asked my mother. "Well, look." Mother pie pie, discontentedly pointed to the top of security window said to me. There are a few angry lines on her face. I quickly followed the direction she pointed out and saw a white plastic bag stuck on the top of our security window, which contained all kinds of rubbish, and some rubbish fell out of the plastic bag. The smell they give off makes me feel sick. I finally understand the reason why my mother is angry.

What a good family has done ~ Have you any sense of public morality? You are too lazy to throw it in the dustbin ~ ". "it's the sixth floor again,

mom said angrily." "How can they be like this?" I muttered.

This incident reminds me of a cartoon I saw on the bulletin board of the community not long ago. The name of the cartoon is "A neighbor with clothes and water". The content of the cartoon is quite ironic: a resident enjoys bask in the quilt while the sun is shining, and the owner is lying on the balcony watching the scenery. It used to be a pleasant thing, but ... soon,

it got wet. What's going on? Originally, the owner found the sun shining, but the quilt was inexplicably < P > above him, and the family was hanging clothes dripping with water. This cartoon satirizes the neighbors who don't think of others and only want to be convenient for themselves.

This cartoon reminds me of the residents on the sixth floor. Aren't they such people? When I think about it, I can't help but fill my chest with indignation and shout, "No ~ I have to talk to them about it!" "Well, it's better to have more than one thing." Mother shook her head helplessly and said. "No, we should argue and defend our rights ~" I said loudly. But my mother couldn't help worrying: "Can you do it alone, or I'll go?" "No! No ~ I'll go ~ this is just an exercise for me ~ "I patted my chest and said confidently. Then I strode to the sixth floor. However, when I first got to the third floor, I regretted it. I thought: How can I be better than an adult in theory? Alas, I'll regret it. I still crustily skin of head, but every step I take now is not as firm as it was at first. Finally, I arrived at the sixth floor. Should I ring the doorbell? I hesitated again, thinking: Alas, it's not too late to go now ~ but ... I didn't want to retreat. I prepared my speech, brewed my feelings, relaxed my mood and took a deep breath. Only then did I get up the courage, slowly extended my trembling hand and rang the doorbell.

after a "ding dong-"sound, the door opened. The door was opened by a chubby middle-aged woman, who was not very tall. Her dyed curly hair was tied in a ponytail at will, and she wore a light makeup, which gave people a cold feeling. I have already forgotten my prepared speech, and my tongue seems to be tied, and I can't say a word. The woman looked me up and down, and then took the lead in breaking the silence and asked, "Little friend, who are you looking for?" I tried to make myself calm, and I got up the courage to say in a tiny voice, "I'm a resident of Room 112 downstairs, and I'm here to ask you for advice." The woman was taken aback and asked, "What advice?" "We have never done this immoral thing, you are mistaken," the woman quickly began to argue and tried to close the door. I quickly stopped her and said word for word, "People are watching, we won't wronged you ~ Dare to do it, I hope you won't do it again next time ~" After that, I resolutely left. "children!" The aunt suddenly stopped me. "Er, that, I know I was wrong ..." The more my aunt said, the redder she became.

the next day, when I went downstairs to throw garbage, I saw that aunt was also carrying garbage bags to throw garbage. We smiled at each other.

this is a small thing in winter vacation, from which I got exercise.

Composition 4 by Shen Huiting of Class 7 (6): A Little Thing in Summer Vacation 711 words

I learned to wash clothes

Cheng Wenyue of Class 2, Class 4, Primary 3

The summer vacation has passed, but during this holiday, I learned to wash clothes in addition to completing all my study plans. It makes me feel particularly happy.

at ordinary times, I see my mother is very hard. She cooks, sweeps the floor and helps me with my homework every day? You can't rest until ten o'clock in the evening. So, I thought: if I can wash my own clothes, can't I lighten my mother's burden? You can not only learn a life skill, but also reduce your mother's burden. It's killing two birds with one stone.

In the summer vacation, I have quite a lot of free time. I want to surprise my mother quietly-do my own laundry. One evening, after taking a shower, I picked up my dirty clothes, imitated my mother's usual way of washing clothes, soaked them in clear water in a big basin for a while, then took out my clothes, sprinkled a small amount of washing powder on them, and then brushed them with a brush. I saw that the collar and cuffs of my clothes were very dirty, so I brushed the stains on my clothes harder. At this time, there are many bubbles on my hands and clothes, and the more I brush them, the more they look like Santa Claus's beard. It's really interesting. Other bubbles flew up, getting bigger and bigger, and a small wind blew, and the big bubble burst, and the bubble stuck on my face. It was white and funny! The faster I brush, the more tired I get, and finally I wash my clothes again. I am very tired and want to give up, but there are still many bubbles on my clothes. I think: If I give up, what about the clothes? It will make my mother work hard again. So I secretly said to myself, "Hang in there! Cannot give up. " I insisted on washing the foam on my clothes with clean water. After washing a few pots of clean water, the foam on my clothes was cleaned by me. I also went to bed exhausted and lay down. My mother came over and said to me with a smile, "Baby, you are great. You are really my mother's little helper." I smiled proudly, and my tiredness suddenly disappeared.

Although washing clothes is very tiring, my heart is really happy, because I have learned a life skill and reduced my mother's burden. After I get used to it, I won't be afraid of hard work in anything.

this is a little thing in my summer vacation-learning to wash clothes, which brings me happiness.

composition 5 on September 12th, 2119: A little thing in the park in 311 words

A little thing in the park

One sunny day, I came to the park with excitement. As soon as I entered the park gate, I saw a little boy picking flowers in front of the flower bed.

I went over and said angrily to him, "Children, the park belongs to everyone, you can't pick it!" Hearing this, the little boy dropped "Jin Doudou" and immediately cried and said, "Flowers, I want flowers!" As he spoke, he ran to an adult, who turned out to be his mother.

His mother came up to me and said to me gently, "Little friend, what did my son do to you?" "He picked flowers in the park! The park belongs to everyone, you can't pick flowers! " I said excitedly. "Then you say that the park belongs to everyone, so my son can pick flowers!" Aunt smiled. I said again, "You can't pick it! If you pick one and I pick one, then this park is not beautiful! " Hearing this, the little boy said angrily, "Thank you, sister, I won't pick flowers in the future!" " His mother also said, "thank you for teaching my son, little friend." Say that finish, mother and son went away.

it is everyone's responsibility to protect the environment.

Yuanguang Primary School Grade Four: Wu Yizhun's Composition 6: Little Things Happened on Campus 511 words

Last winter, Shenzhen suddenly became colder and colder, and the occasional drizzle aggravated the chill. That day, I thought I was in good health. I wore two thin clothes and went to school.

during the first class in the morning, I was shivering, and my whole body was so cold that I could hardly move. The increasingly heavy rain brought me to the brink of collapse. In the second Chinese class, I curled up and didn't listen to a word at all. I just wanted to rush home after school at twelve o'clock, and I couldn't wait to bake myself on the boiler.

just when I was in a trance, a gentle knock on the door interrupted the teacher's lecture. The teacher hurried down.