In our daily study, work or life, many people have written compositions, which can bring our scattered thoughts together. Then do you know how to write a good composition? Here are 4 words of my favorite Chinese composition in the first volume of the fifth grade, which I collected and sorted out. Welcome to learn from it and hope to help you.

In the most conspicuous place on my desk, there is a plastic box filled with dried flowers all over the sky, which is my favorite thing. In my eyes, she has different meanings.

this plastic box is transparent, and the outside is covered with all kinds of lovely stickers, which I have carefully attached. Although it is worn and old, I still can't bear to throw it away. Because in the third grade, I had a turtle. His name was Pudding, and this plastic box filled with water was its home when Pudding first came to me. Usually I put the plastic box on the balcony to let the pudding bask in the sun during the day, and I also go to see it every day. Usually, the first thing I do in the morning is to feed the pudding. Over time, pudding became a habit: as soon as I came to the balcony, pudding stretched out its neck for a long time. I wanted to eat turtle food quickly, so I put it in a box and the pudding immediately ran towards it. When you rush to the turtle food, you will smell the pudding with your nose first, as if you want to taste more delicious food, and then you will eat it carefully. Although it is slow, he seems to enjoy it. Besides, the pudding will bark. One night, I was reading a book when I heard a sound. I followed the sound and approached the bay window. It turned out to be pudding! Every once in a while, it will make a squeaking sound and soon stop. This is the unique sound of pudding. Usually, I often clean up and clean boxes for him. At first, I loved it very much and firmly believed that it would always accompany me.

as time went by, I began to ignore pudding. I don't often clean the box for it, I don't often go to see it, and finally I don't even feed it so often. Pudding has become a dispensable plaything in my eyes, and my interest in it is far less than before. Also, because I think turtles have a long life anyway, and pudding will always be there, I pay less attention to pudding. However, on a cold winter night, I left it on the balcony and didn't bring it back to the house in time, which led to the discovery that the pudding had frozen to death when I remembered it in the morning. I am so sad that I regret it very much, but I can't get it back anyway. I lost my pudding forever.

Now, I cleaned this plastic box and put it in the most conspicuous place on my desk. I put a lot of dried flowers in the box, and whenever I smell the faint fragrance of the stars, I will think of pudding again ...