"Ding Rinrin, Ding Rinrin" is in class. Teacher Li came to the team and said, "We will tug of war in this class!" We all cheered.
At the tug-of-war site, we were divided into two groups, standing at both ends of the rope. "Prepare-"Miss Li gave the order. I picked up the rope, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't stop. "Go!" Our team quickly pulled back on the rope. Everyone pulls the rope tightly with their hands in tandem, and their feet stand in a "bow" step and stick to the ground tightly, all of which exert their strength to suck milk. While pulling, they retreat and lean back hard.
The players on the other side are not to be outdone, all gnashing their teeth, their eyes closed and their hands tightly pulling the rope. Everyone wants their team to win and pulls back hard.
Screams, shouts and cheers became one. I tried my best to pull back, and suddenly the rope became lighter. It turned out that the opposite group was also pulled by us.
Time, like water, slipped away in a hurry. But the tug-of-war made me unforgettable. It made me gain friendship and happiness, and it also made me understand that unity is strength.
The most impressive composition is 300 words. My affairs are endless, but there is one thing that I will never forget. Would you like to listen to it?
One day, after class, my classmate's mother took me and my classmate to a DIY handicraft shop to make pizza. When we got there, we washed our hands first, and then the boss put the finishing tools on us and began to cut onions. At first, I thought, onions can't beat me. After I cut them, I became a tearful person. I thought it was false to cry when I cut onions, but I didn't expect it to be true. Later, we cut tomatoes, bacon, and cheese ... Finally, the pizza was shaped. I was just about to eat it when the boss stopped me and said, "This is not ripe enough to eat!" I said, "Oh, I forgot," and everyone else burst into laughter.
After that, the boss sent the pizza to the sauna in the microwave oven for 20 minutes, and the boss took the guest out, oh no, it was "please".
I was moved to tears when I looked at my first masterpiece-pizza. Later, this guest took a one-day tour in my body and was washed into the Pacific Ocean.
I will never forget this incident, because it is the first time I have cooked delicious food!
The most impressive composition is 300 words. Everyone has his own most impressive thing, and the most impressive thing for me is watching the killing of sheep this Spring Festival.
Today, my parents and I came to the sheep slaughter farm together. The worker uncle helped us choose the sheep to kill first, and then carried the sheep to a stake. The sheep desperately wanted to escape. The worker uncle tied the four feet of the sheep, and the sheep completely lost its freedom. As if he knew that his life was coming to an end, he tore his heart out and shouted, "Baa, Baa, Baa ...". It made me feel Mao Mao's panic. I suddenly saw the sheep's eyes and its eyes: like despair, like resistance, like begging ...
Look at the worker's uncle next to him, sharpening his knife with stones. I begged my father to say to him, "Dad, the sheep are so poor!" I don't eat mutton, don't kill it. " Dad said, "You pity it. You know, if we don't kill it, others will kill it." I don't think I can convince my father, so I'm going to persuade the worker's uncle.
At this time, I suddenly heard the deafening neigh of the sheep. I flew over and saw that the deep red blood was pouring out of the sheep's throat. The worker's uncle was afraid that the sheep would not die and stabbed several times in succession. I was shocked and began to tremble. I watched the sheep twitch violently with my own eyes, slowly closed my eyes, lowered my head completely, and finally did not move.
I can't watch any more. I am sad and scared to leave this cruel place at once.
The most impressive composition, 300 words, is in the fifth grade of primary school. We should know a lot of words, right? I think you must say "yes". Today, I will tell you about one thing that impressed me the most.
At noon that day, I was reading a book and saw the word "red face and thick neck", which felt good. As it happens, that night, the teacher arranged to write a composition, and I just used this word in my composition, thinking, "God helps me!" " After writing, I proudly handed my composition book to my father.
Say, "Dad, look, is this a good word?" "Really?" Dad asked, "Who have you ever seen with a red neck?" "What, is it wrong?" It turns out that I wrote it down as "red face and red neck". "It's the first time I've seen this word," dad said. "That's because you don't have much knowledge. Look, here it is." I must make up for myself, so I handed the book to my father. Unexpectedly, my father didn't even read it and said, "Look for yourself, did you write it right?" I grabbed the book unconvinced, and when I saw it, I really misread "rough" as "red". When I saw this, I was speechless and ran away.
Afterwards, my father told me that there was only the word "red face". Through this incident, I understand that I should study hard in the future and don't remember the wrong words.
The most impressive composition is 300 words. In my memory, one thing impressed me deeply and made me unforgettable for a long time. It was an experience on the bus.
In the morning, I go to school by bus as usual. There are many people in the car, which is very crowded. Sitting next to me is a fashionable young woman, who opened the cosmetic box and kept smearing it. At this moment, a woman with a child in her arms got on the bus. I got up to give up my seat, but I sat in the double seat. After I finally got out, the young woman stretched her legs out and blocked the passage for women to enter.
I asked the young woman politely, "Can you let this aunt in?" Who knows, she gave me a cold look, as if to say, "Why? I just won't let it! " Then he smiled brightly like a peach blossom and greeted a handsome big brother: "There is a seat here." I looked at the young woman angrily, and she and her big brother started a wide-ranging conversation. The woman holding the baby gently said to me, "Thank you, little friend. I'll get off after two stops. It doesn't matter whether I sit or not."
The little sister in her arms smiled at me in a friendly way. I answered her with a "well". Civilized comity on buses is a very common phenomenon, and most people can do it.
Although the young woman is beautiful in appearance, her heart is not beautiful. This matter is deeply imprinted in my mind.