composition title: beating flame

Key words: 1 words in the fifth grade of primary school

Number of words: 1 words composition

This article is suitable for: fifth grade of primary school

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This composition is about 1 words composition in the fifth grade of primary school, and the title is: "Beating flame". Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically.

I remember it was a day when clothes were wet and apricot blossoms were raining. On Friday, the bell rang after school, and the square at the school gate, which was originally empty and vast, was suddenly crowded with parents who were in a hurry and classmates who went home from school. In the bustling crowd, a loud and slightly hoarse voice caught my attention, "sell zongzi, sell hair cakes!"

","selling zongzi, selling hair cakes!

"... following the sound, I saw a big red umbrella with a middle-aged woman busy nervously around a tricycle. This aunt, who sells zongzi almost every evening, heard that her daughter also goes to Nanyuan Primary School. She rented a house in the county town and paid for the living expenses and study fees of the mother and daughter by selling zongzi. Just when I was fascinated, another voice interrupted my reverie, "selling zongzi, selling hair cakes!"

","Do you want to buy hair cakes? " . The voice is so frivolous and casual, and it sounds so familiar. I looked up, and it turned out to be my classmate Wang Hao, a smirked guy, a naughty boy who likes to interrupt in class and study at night. No wonder his classmates love to call him "uncivilized"? Look at the red scarf he's wearing. It's crooked, just like a roaring flame, which is inevitably annoying.

I came home a little late because I looked for stationery in the shop next to the school. But on my way home, I saw the tricycle with a big red umbrella. It was on a steep slope, and the tricycle seemed to be extremely difficult to walk. The aunt who rode the bike was about to stick her back to her seat and seemed exhausted. "What can I do?" My heart was full of anxiety. At this moment, I saw a familiar figure flying over, without hesitation, shouldering the carriage, hunching over, pushing my feet back hard, and the tricycle slowly moved forward again. On the top of the slope, my aunt got off the bus and took out two zongzi, chasing the familiar figure and shouting, "Little classmate, wait for you." "Aunt goodbye!

",the fading figure turned around and waved to my aunt. Isn't that Wang Hao in our class? Under the red face, the red scarf fluttering with the wind, like a beating flame, lit the sunset glow on the horizon.

Once we went to Huaxi Scenic Area for a spring outing, a dozen female classmates and I had fun in the lush grass and dense Woods. Suddenly, there was a big bug hanging from a pine tree, which almost hit my nose. I let out a scream and shivered all over, and other female students screamed at a loss. At that time, Wang Haolai was relieved again. I saw him unhurriedly pick up a branch, quickly knock down the bug, stomp on it, and then float away.

In the quiet forest, the mottled sunlight shines on the earth, some unknown wild flowers are particularly dazzling, and the lively birds are singing freely. We sat around and enjoyed the snacks and delicious food brought by our classmates. Wang Hao came out of nowhere, holding a dragonfly in his left hand and a butterfly in his right hand, crying proudly, "Come and see, students, what's in my hand?" "Female students, as long as anyone calls me big brother, I will give her a beautiful butterfly!

”。 A group of male students quickly gathered around, stretching their hands one by one, noisily calling "Big Brother, Big Brother, give it to me ...". The noisy shouts alarmed the birds perched in the Woods and flew into the air in panic. Wang Hao thoughtfully, raised his arms and slowly released his hand, firmly and loudly announced, "No, no!

even if anyone calls me grandpa, I won't give it to him!

”。 Butterflies are dancing among the flowers, dragonflies are flying freely in the Woods, and Wang Hao, who is proud, and his red scarf on his chest are as bright as a beating flame, adding a lot of bright colors to the dark green Woods.

(Yang Hongyu, Class 6 (4), Nanyuan Primary School, Pan 'an County, September 15th, 29)