1. A room full of toys is my paradise composition

I have a paradise, which is not as prosperous as a city, nor as magnificent as a palace. It is just an ordinary bedroom.

My paradise is very neat, with a bed and a small bookcase at the head of the bed, where some books are being read. There is a desk on the right side of the bed with a small alarm clock on it, reminding me to hurry at all times. In the innermost part of the room, there is a big cupboard, in which there are not only extracurricular books, but also many toys. Whenever my friends come to my house to play, I will take out many toys to play with.

Paradise gave me confidence and urged me to work hard. I remember that before the final exam, every night, the park was brightly lit, and a lot of review materials and exercises in Chinese, math and English left my notes. Finally, everything comes to him who waits, and I achieved excellent results.

At the same time, Paradise is also a gas station when I fail. That class cadre reelection, I lost the election, which dealt a great blow to me who was sure to win. I bowed my head and went back to my paradise in frustration, lying in bed frustrated. At this time, I saw the book "Education of Love" in the small bookcase, and thought that the protagonist in the story was seriously ill but insisted on writing, and finally succeeded. But I met with a little setback, so I became dejected and despondent. Compared with his pain, what is mine? So, I start with small things every day and be strict with myself. After a while, I gained the trust of my classmates again.

maybe in the eyes of others, this is just an ordinary room. But for me, this is a place of personality, because this is my paradise!

2. It's my paradise composition 6

[It's my paradise composition 6]

Everyone is looking for their own paradise so that all the happiness can be released. It's my paradise composition 6. But my paradise is different. It is not a dance hall with neon lights flashing, nor a lively amusement park. It is a small room in my study and bedroom. In the small room, there are ordinary white walls. The pink and green curtains were gently brushed by the wind. The desk under the window is neatly arranged with all kinds of books. There is a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio in the center of the desk, which is the prize I won in the Xiamen computer competition. Whenever I see it, I am extremely happy. The front of the radio is a clock, and the beating minutes keep telling me to seize the time. Computer, sofa, cot, clarinet and harmonica hanging on the wall constitute my paradise. Paradise, growing up with me day by day, where I have my own vision, dreams and thoughts; Here, I have learned a lot about life. Here, I can sing to my heart's content and stand at the window to play clarinet and harmonica on a whim. Turning on the computer to surf the Internet is an indispensable pleasure for me. Paradise gives me confidence and urges me to work hard. I remember how many nights when I participated in the district math competition in the third grade, the park was brightly lit and my footprints were left on a lot of math papers. I am not afraid in the face of difficult problems, because there are many weapons in the paradise, which help me fight my way out in the sea of questions. Everything comes to him who waits, and I won the first prize. I was ecstatic to run back to the paradise, smell the books on the table, have a look at my favorite paradise, and think that all my efforts have paid off. I smiled. Paradise seems to tell me that success and hard work are in direct proportion. Paradise is also the gas station when I fail. The middle school student wrote "It's my paradise composition 6". It was a district composition contest in grade five, and I lost. Always a shoo-in, I suddenly became silly, and suddenly I felt that everyone was casting a contemptuous look at me. I bowed my head, choked back tears and returned to the paradise, lying on the sofa frustrated. At this time, I saw the book "How Steel was Tempered" on the desk, and I felt that there was an infinite force encouraging me. Yes! Pavel korchagin, the hero of the book, persists in the revolution even though he is seriously ill. What about me? It's just a little setback that makes you depressed. What is my setback compared with the pain that Paul endured? Thought of here, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared. I found myself again-a confident and hardworking me. So, I picked up the clarinet and blew it, and the beautiful music suddenly filled my paradise. Small room, thank you! It is you who open your arms, embrace all my love and needs, and provide them to me selflessly when I need them. You are my eternal paradise on the road of life! I once caught a firefly and asked it why it hung a small transparent lantern, but it told me intimately: Because I have a transparent dream every day, you must have a transparent dream every night ... Dream is a dream paradise that has always accompanied me to grow up. Although some dreams are absurd, I can't help laughing when I wake up. However, some dreams are my ideal paradise, my amusement park. Ding-dong ... Ding-dong ... The wall clock at 12 midnight rang, so crisp and loud. And I, too, am slowly entering my paradise ... Time flows through the endless grassland with the river; Step across a new generation of bridges with time. So, I came to the ideal paradise-Academy of Fine Arts. I once held a lofty ideal ―― to become a world-famous artist. I don't know how many days passed, how many autumn and winter, how many paintings I painted and how many works I abandoned. Finally, I ascended the throne of an artist. I have published tens of thousands of excellent works and let people all over the world know my works. So, I held a large-scale art exhibition in the capital Beijing. Only when I heard people's comments on my paintings did I know my fly in the ointment; When I received people's thank-you letters, my heart was full of pride. Finally, I really walked into my ideal paradise. . 3. composition:

My paradise is my room. There is a bed, a bedside table, a desk with bookcases and a wardrobe in the room.

After school, I will come back here, take out all my toys and start playing happy games. First, call in the cats and dogs at home, then lock the door and take out the toys to scare them. They will be scared and scream, and sometimes they will take out an ugly doll as a demon and take a few as guards.

Those guards often rob the people of food, leaving them with nothing to eat every day. At this time, a little boy who can do magic came. The little boy took a wooden stick to the people and said to them, "If they come here again to rob things, you will hit them with a stick and they will run away."

Sure enough, when they came to rob things, the people hit them with sticks and they all fled. It turns out that this is the so-called golden hoop stick. One day, Bai Gujing suddenly came to this place, and often drank human blood. When the people saw it, they dared not come out. At this moment, my dog roared: "The team members who saved the people are coming!" I saw that the Monkey King, Pig Bajie and Friar Sand had all come to help these poor people escape.

I quickly asked, "Why didn't the Tang Priest come?" They replied, "It's in the back!" When I looked intently, it turned out that Tang Priest was practicing martial arts in the back! After practicing martial arts, playing Bai Gujing will be no problem! A fierce war began. The Tang Priest first got a Tathagata palm, but missed Bai Gujing, and then got a scud. This time, Bajie came, and he shoveled Bai Gujing to pieces with a shovel.

I shouted, "Bai Gujing is dead, long live the Tang Priest and Bajie." Dad heard me shouting and thought something was wrong. When he came in, he saw toys all over the floor. His face became serious, but before he could speak, I grabbed his hair and shouted, "Bai Gujing has been caught!" Hearing this sentence, my father and I both laughed.

My room is my paradise. This paradise makes me find pleasure in boredom, which is the happiest thing. Everyone is looking for their own paradise, so that all the happiness can be released.

But my paradise is different. It is not a dance hall with flashing lights, nor a lively amusement park. It is a small room in my study and bedroom. In the small room, there are ordinary white walls.

the yellow-brown curtain was brushed lightly by the wind. The desk is neatly arranged with all kinds of things, and there is a motorcycle-shaped tape recorder in the center.

My father gave it to me as a birthday present when I was a child. Whenever I see it, I am extremely happy. The alarm clock on the corner of the bed keeps telling me every minute, so seize the time.

The computer cot and the beautiful paintings hanging on the wall constitute my paradise. Paradise, growing up with me day by day, where I have my own vision, dreams and thoughts; I have learned a lot about life here; Here, I can sing to my heart's content, and stand on the bed and dance wildly on a whim.

turning on the computer to surf the internet is an indispensable pleasure for me. Paradise gives me confidence and urges me to work hard.

Every time before the final exam, how many nights, the park was brightly lit, and a lot of papers left my footprints. There are many weapons here to help me get good grades in the exam.

everything comes to him who waits, and the results are really satisfactory. I ran back to the paradise in ecstasy, smelled the books on the table, and thought that all my efforts had paid off. I smiled.

Paradise seems to tell me: "Success is directly proportional to hard work." Paradise has a gas station where I failed.

it was an essay contest in grade five, and I lost. I was always so competitive that I suddenly became silly, and suddenly I felt that everyone was casting contempt on me.

I bowed my head, fought back my tears and went back to the paradise, lying on the bed frustrated. At this time, I saw a book "How Steel was Tempered", and I felt that there was an infinite power to encourage me.

yes! The protagonist Paul% 26am # 8226; Kochakin persisted in the revolution even though he was seriously ill. What about me? It's just a little setback that makes you depressed. Thought of here, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared.

I found myself a confident and hardworking person again. A small room is where you open your arms, embrace what I love and need, and selflessly provide me with knowledge and truth.

You are my eternal paradise on the road of life! My childhood was spent in my grandmother's house, and my childhood paradise was the yard downstairs. The yard is not big, but it is enough for a child as big as me to have fun. There are several poplar trees in the yard, and there is an arbor not far from the poplar trees. There are vines on the shed. Every summer, adults will put a chessboard under the arbor, so I will stand quietly and watch it, so I don't have any fun.

but the most fun thing in summer is to catch grasshoppers. At noon, when the sun is blazing, many children catch grasshoppers in the grass in the courtyard. Grasshoppers are large and small, and their colors are different. I can harvest more than a dozen grasshoppers every day, and when I am lucky, I can catch a mantis. At this time, I put the mantis and the grasshopper together and let them fight each other. Every time, the mantis falls down first and becomes a delicious meal for the grasshopper.

After the heavy snow in winter, besides having snowball fights and making snowmen, the greatest pleasure is to watch adults catch birds, sweep out a clearing, sprinkle some millet on the ground, set up a cracked basket with a wooden stick, and people hold the rope tied to the stick and wait for the birds to peck. In a short time, there will be a few birds trapped in the trap, pull the rope and listen to the sound of "pa", and the birds will be imprisoned.

I hurried forward and begged my uncle to give me a bird. When I got home, I tied one leg of the bird with a rope to support myself. This is my childhood paradise, and now they have been replaced by gray buildings, but those poplars, the arbor and the scene of catching grasshoppers in summer have always remained in my dream.

In the small room, there are ordinary white walls. The pink and green curtains were gently brushed by the wind.

The desk under the window is neatly arranged with all kinds of books. There is a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio in the center of the desk, which is the prize I won in the Xiamen computer competition. Whenever I see it, I am extremely happy.

Everyone is looking for his own paradise, so that all the happiness can be released. But my paradise is different. It is not a dance hall with neon lights flashing, nor is it lively. 4. Write a 5-word composition with "My Paradise" < P > There is a big yard behind grandma's house, which is called the Flower and Fruit Garden by the adults. That's my paradise.

Needless to say, the path covered with petals and fallen leaves, the lush grape trellis, the wisteria full of trees and the honeysuckle with claws; Needless to say, oleander branches swaying in the breeze, pomegranates with big bowls, and figs sheltering from the sun. Just a corner, there is infinite interest. Ants are running here and ladybugs are hunting here. The little snail is even more lovely, with a long neck and a big house on its back, and a leisurely look. There are butterflies, dancing happily. Ripe wild strawberries, the size of soybeans, are blushing and hiding under the leaves. Shy, a pair of small jasper looks, which makes people pity. Pick one and put it in your mouth, which is sour and sweet.

the flower orchard in winter is tasteless. When it snows heavily, it will be different. Snowball, snowman, snowball fight … My friends and I can always find fun games. Every time we come home from playing with snow, it is inevitable that adults will scold us, because we always get snow all over our bodies, and our cheeks and hands are so cold that we don't go back.

My uncle has a childlike innocence. It is necessary to make a snowman under the snow. Find a place with thick snow, put the snow eggs together bit by bit, and then push them forward slowly. The snow marks will become wider and wider as the snowballs grow.

this is the method my uncle taught me, but I can't use it very well. I obviously learned from my uncle's appearance. It took me a long time. Snowballs can't roll much more than mineral water bottles. My uncle soon rolled snowballs as big as grandma's red bucket. I asked my uncle why, but he just said simply: You are too impatient to wait for it to get bigger.

Later, when I was a little older, my mother sent me to school in Juran, perhaps because my homework was tight, perhaps because I always got dirty, perhaps because I often trampled the vegetable seedlings down, or maybe I always made a mess there ... I never knew. In a word, I won't be able to go to the flower orchard often.

goodbye, my Ziwei flowers! Goodbye, my figs and snails. 5. "My Paradise" 6-word composition

I tend to be "crazy" alone in the room. There are many toys on the cupboard for me to play in, learn to do things and clean up. My mother specially designed a cabin of my own for me. Is the meal ready? At that time, all the furnishings in the room were smart, and after every game, there were ponies running. I will also help my father and little monkey to be their children.

dad. I'm in my cabin, a row of cupboards, and I clean them myself, my paradise.

But: "Lili:" Lei Lei, a rag doll, and a desk.

remember when I was four years old? Let me tell you slowly, bunny, in these wonderful childhood, but my paradise is in a closed place-my room, free.