Everyone brings everything, some with pots, spoons and bowls; Some bring chopsticks, rice, oil, salt and vinegar; Some also brought vegetables and food; Some people even brought firewood. Our division of labor: they are responsible for carrying water, and you two cut vegetables and choose vegetables; We boil water to cook.
After a while, the water came back and we were busier. After numerous ignitions, they all failed. No, as soon as the fire goes out, people cough and choke out a "big cat", which adds a sense of humor to the scene.
The partner worked in full swing, and the sweat kept falling like a broken bead. Wow, what a strong smell. Oh, so the rice is almost cooked. Now the partners are so happy.
Listen, the pot and spatula started a concert, which was very lively. Many people came to this grand concert.
No, spinach and lettuce are involved, as well as meat and onions ... delicious dishes make people salivate. "You stole it."
A scream reached everyone's ears. It turned out that the "enemy" was quarreling again, and everyone laughed in unison. "Eat, eat."
The partners scrambled for jobs and served bowls of white rice. Eating delicious food, we can't help but give a thumbs up. It's funny to see those two wolfing down their food.
Everyone eats "delicious fruits of labor" and feels extremely sweet in their hearts. Through this incident, I sighed from the bottom of my heart: sharing, it let me know how to share with others. As the saying goes, "share weal and woe", sharing with others is sweet, happy and happy.
2. How should I write this composition next? The crowd passed through the greenhouse. The rain poured down and hit me hard. I saw him running, and I was full of hope that he would take me away to a clean, peaceful and sunny place. However, he just ran in a hurry and didn't even notice that he kicked over my flowerpot.
People's love for flowers is always just a leisure, no matter how terrible it is.
It was an extremely crazy rainstorm that I experienced.
I can't believe that a beautiful flower like me will be attacked by such wind and rain. I feel that my unique position is about to be crushed. I am waiting, waiting for your arrival, waiting for a miracle. However, the fact is that I can't entertain foolish ideas. The wind and rain are getting more and more rampant, and you still haven't appeared. I gave up this hopeless hope and decided to break through this difficulty on my own.
I put aside my own aloof psychology and called on everyone to unite against the wind and rain. Although we are a group of flowers in the greenhouse, our hearts have become stronger in this struggle. No matter what the result is, will it be born? Dead? I don't care at all. As long as the attitude towards the storm has not changed, we are the winners!
Deep, as long as the mind is there! ! ! ! ! ! !
3. How to write the composition in the evening and during the day? The most beautiful thing is dusk. Its beautiful color fascinates me, and its brilliant brilliance fascinates me. ...
One day, I was lying on the soft lawn, enjoying the beautiful dusk. I saw the sunset stretching wearily, spilling the last ray of sunshine to the world and letting people bathe in the last warmth. The sunset is about to set, but in order to let people take a look at themselves and try not to let themselves fall, many lovely clouds are very moved and float over to be partners of the sunset. They seem to be dancing a beautiful waltz. I quietly waved to the setting sun and silently said, "You are a pearl in the sky. You always want to shine every corner of the world with the brightest light. You will always be the brightest!" " The sun seemed to understand what I said and went down reluctantly.
Dusk is the prelude to the night, and dusk is the end of the day.
It's good to watch dusk, not only to bathe in the last ray of sunshine, but also to feel the infinite beauty of the sunset. Sunshine warms the world and everything is virtuous. What a hero!
I love the bright sun, I love the magnificent sunset!
4. They are interesting. When they are with me, they are happy. They laugh with me. When I am lonely, they accompany me. Who are they? They are my friends! It is important to have friends. Friends always appear when you need them. Friends can point out your careless mistakes. Life without friends will be boring. Making friends is an art, and you need love, care and generosity to win their hearts. .
Look, this bunch of red flowers is going to write a composition next. Look, how straight and strong the stems of this bunch of red flowers are! Segment by segment, like a small green bamboo. However, it looks like flowers and leaves at first glance, but it is very inconspicuous. However, if there is no stem, how can there be such a string of bright flowers and how can anyone see this beautiful string of red? However, the terrier does not show off at all. How modest and great this is! Pick a bunch of red flowers, and at the end of the milky glass, you can also suck its nectar. It's from My Sweetie, and it's delicious.
The girl rode the falling autumn leaves and came to our world with the joy of harvest. Isn't autumn the season when a bunch of red flowers are in full bloom?
From a distance, clusters of red flowers in full bloom seem to be bright rubies embedded in green leaves, so bright and dazzling. A closer look shows that a string of red flowers is another gesture-flowers are tubular, like small speakers, and some flowers are in bud, like slim little girls; Some flowers are in full bloom, arranged like a huge drum team.
Red flowers must be set off by green leaves to show her beauty.
A string of red leaves is peach-shaped, with slender petioles and many circular serrations on the leaves, just like a little turquoise skirt. The veins are clearly visible, and the leaves feel fluffy and very comfortable.
Flaming flowers, green leaves, and silent and selfless dedication stems, strings of red-strings of beautiful people, pieces of beauty!
A bunch of red, I praise you, I admire you!
For the rest of my life, I changed from a junior high school student to a senior high school student in a blink of an eye.
High school is too strange for me. The teacher is unfamiliar, the classmates are unfamiliar, and even the environment is unfamiliar. I am very confused about this strange high school life.
On the day I first came to school, I was afraid of those 32 new textbooks. Looking at those 32 textbooks, I don't know which one to read first, and I don't know where to start.
I can go to high school through the back door, so I feel inferior. But I found that high school is different from junior high school. High school is a new beginning. Although I didn't do well in the senior high school entrance examination, that's already in the past. What I should care about is the present and the future. Now, my classmates and I are on the same starting line. As long as I am not as playful, lazy and unwilling to suffer as I was in junior high school, I believe I can do well. I will give myself more confidence, because I firmly believe that I am not more stupid than others.
However, the next high school life was too hard, and my confidence decreased a lot. I can understand three subjects except mathematics, Chinese and physics, and I can hardly understand other subjects, which makes me want to give up my original idea of studying hard and make me feel different from other students again. After all, they have studied hard for the senior high school entrance examination, so the hard work after attending high school can adapt quickly. And I, in the third grade, took a long vacation and played leisurely for a year. I surf the Internet at home while they are reviewing nervously. I'm lost again.
I always think that I made a mistake when I came to high school, but every time I think of the happy smile on my parents' faces when I promised them to come to high school, I want to stick to it. I want to understand the subjects I don't understand and read the subjects I know better. I thought about it for a long time. In order to make my parents smile more brightly, I will study harder and get good grades, so that my parents can smile proudly. Even if it is difficult, I think it is worth it.
Since I entered high school, my thoughts have been in a fierce struggle, which makes me very contradictory. So often repeated, one will be serious, one will be lazy. But now I won't do it again and again, because I know why my parents have such a happy smile when they see me go to school-they look at me as if they saw my bright future life. Although reading is not the only way out, reading is the best way out. In order to repay my parents' love for me and for my better life in the future, I will embark on this road.
High school life, I will make you no longer strange!