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Narrative composition topic

(1) The saddest thing

Every time I think of golden beans, I feel particularly sad. Last year, my father bought me a puppy. I was so happy! At that time, it was still very young, and even the road was unstable. I feed it every day, hoping it will grow up quickly. A few months later, it grew up a little, with golden hair, big round eyes, like two black grapes, long tail, like a yellow rope, so cute! I named it Jindou because it is golden yellow. Sometimes it is naughty and sometimes it is obedient. When it is hot, it always likes to stick out its tongue, my father told me, because it can help it radiate heat from its body. It always runs faster than me. Every time I take him out to play, he is very good, always running in front, stopping and stopping, as if to tease me. It is a lively and clever puppy, and everyone likes it very much.

But one day, I wanted to train the dog, so I put it downstairs to see if it could go home by itself. Not long after the first time, it came back. I am so happy!

The second time, I put it under the building again, but I waited and waited and didn't come back for a long time. I was in a hurry and hurried downstairs to look everywhere, but I couldn't find it. I cried sadly.

A year has passed, and I haven't forgotten it, and I will often think of it. I don't know whether it has forgotten me or will think of me. I really hope it can come back and play happily with me. (2) It was another Saturday, and I got up early. I want to do what I like in my own world. At this time, my mother came into my room and saw books piled up at random on the desk, and the quilt on the bed was not folded properly, just like a kennel. Mother said angrily, "Manqian, tidy up your room quickly." I rushed over and saw three fires on my mother's head. Whispered, "I know, I know." The fourth grade diary is the source of this article.

I looked at the room, and it was really deformed. It's time to clean up. But where to start? I didn't dare to ask my mother or cheer myself up, so I followed the method my mother usually taught me. Let's start with the table. So I acted quickly. I'll sort the books first, and the Chinese textbooks and math textbooks of each grade are neatly put together. Put the extracurricular books back together. Then I fetched a basin of water and found a rag. Clean the bookcase, and finally move them into the bookcase in bundles and put them in order!

Time to make the bed! I straighten the quilt first, and then fold it into my favorite shape-triangle. Then put the folded quilt on a clean chair temporarily, straighten every corner of the sheet, and gently pat the sheet with your hand until it is flat. Finally, put the quilt on the chair. Just now, the bed like a kennel has become so neat and comfortable.

There is only one last link left. We must clean up the scraps of paper on the floor. So I found brooms and ashes. I swept the dust under the bed first, and then I swept it from the inside out. When I swept to the door, I picked up the big pieces of paper and put them in the trash can, and then gently separated the small pieces of paper and dust into the trash can with a broom. Finally, I found a semi-dry and semi-wet mop to mop the floor again. After about 15 minutes, I finally mopped the floor. Straighten up and feel really tired.

I finally cleaned the room. I cried happily, "Mom, the room has been cleaned!" " "When my mother came in, she couldn't believe her eyes. She quickly extended her thumb and praised: "Yes, it's brand-new! It would be best if it could be maintained every day in the future! "I was praised by my mother, and my heart was as sweet as honey. Look at mom again, she is also happy from ear to ear.

The Chinese teacher walked into the door with a pile of homework in his hand. I can tell at a glance that it was last night's homework. "I guess you are in that pile. . . ? "As soon as the teacher said that he would win the homework, the students talked privately.

I also silently thought to myself: "Is there me in this excellent homework?" Although it seems that you don't care, in fact, you can't wait and you don't look confident. It looks flat.

"Well, classmates, please be quiet. The students who did well in this homework are: Wang XX, Tang XX, Lu XX ... "As the teachers read the names one by one, I watched the stack of exercise books in the teacher's hand gradually decrease and my head slowly lowered unconsciously ... I secretly said," Why didn't I do this homework? " My heart is getting restless, and my habitual hands are constantly stirring.

"Classmate, are you doing well this time? ..... and then I'm telling you the requirements of your homework: practice the word 15 carefully every day, write, draw and present. Did you do it? There are three fixed appreciation articles every week, and copying three sentences will reward three sentences. Is there another sentence to copy? Students, I said so-but did you do it? " The teacher asked kindly, and some students vowed to say "Done-",while others bowed their heads and looked unhappy.

At that moment, I seemed to suddenly realize. Suddenly, my face burned, and my heart was full of regret. (4) Spring has quietly come to us, the spring breeze gently blows the flowers red, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently?

Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we hurried out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? Who quietly put a glass of milk at the corner of the table when we were studying late into the night? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? It's mom.

Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we were unable to protect ourselves, my mother used her broad and selfless love to shelter us from the wind and rain without hesitation; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, mother looked at us silently and carefree; When we are happy, my mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she is still sad with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is!

Since ancient times, many scholars have greatly exaggerated the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We get far more from it than we pay, learn to be tolerant, understand, be broad and think for others, but what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud?

The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is filled with fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day?

Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers. This is telling mom: mom, I love you!

Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother in the tenderest mood and tell her, "Mom, I love you!" " "

(5) 14 At 09:30 on May, every night before going to bed, my three-year-old son would clamor for his father to tell a story. I am also used to my son's request: "One day, a child was playing in the park and found fifty cents. He gave it to the police uncle, and the police uncle said-it's good for children to find money. "

Yawning, my son also fell asleep. ...

This morning, my family drove to the foot of Mount Tai and rushed to save the car and buy tickets. We arrived at Zhongtianmen before dawn, hoping to climb the Nantianmen before sunrise. My wife is fine, and she has been ahead for a long time, but my son is too young and stubbornly insists on climbing up by himself and refuses to help, so I have to accompany him for a stop-and-go. That speed really worries me.

Dad, there is a phone here.

"Well, it's a mobile phone." I picked it up.

Gold shell, color screen, oh! Use the camera lens! My heart is excited. It costs 3,000 to 4,000 yuan to keep this "baby" for yourself. It turned out to be "you can't find a place to get it, and you can get it without any effort." It is also good to walk slowly with your son!

When I was in my mind, my son's voice interrupted my thinking.

"Dad, whose is this?"

"……"

"Whose is it, Dad?"

Under my son's questioning, I said hesitantly, "It's ... it's your mother's."

"No." The son said firmly, "Mom's phone is white."

I began to get nervous: as a teacher and head teacher, how could I forget all the most familiar rules of daily behavior?

"Dad, give it to the police uncle."

My wife also returned to my son at this time. When we heard his words, we were all shocked. I realized the value of innocence for the first time in my life.

"My son is so sensible," my wife reassured me. "We went to the Security Section and handed it over to the police uncle."

The greedy stone that weighed on my heart disappeared and my steps relaxed. Although there is remorse, behind the remorse is more pride in having such a son.

Finally reached the top of the mountain, and today's sunshine is particularly bright.

Give one's seat (to sb).

She managed to squeeze into the car, holding a child and a boy in one hand, about four years old.

The bus is full, and some people are standing in the empty tunnel. The car is noisy.

She took a quick look at the car, then turned left and right like a whirlwind and squeezed into a "comfortable" gap that made her feel grateful. The car started as soon as it stood firm. She looked at the handsome guy around her and flashed a smile on her face.

"Ah-"The bus suddenly turned sharply, and the passengers all exclaimed. Her body also hit the young man's shoulder hard-fortunately, she didn't fall. Just stand up straight, the child burst into tears with a "wow". So she cried impatiently, "Why are you crying? Blind? You don't even look at the number of people in this carriage, so let me suffer with you. Cry a ball ... "

At this time, the young man seemed embarrassed, and quickly got up and said with concern, "Sister-in-law, don't be angry." It's inconvenient for you to hold the baby. Just sit here. She was all smiles, gave a "hmm" and then fell into an awkward position. But the child still cried, and she looked helpless.

Seeing this, the young man leaned down and gently lifted the child's ear. He said with a laugh, "Hey, my mother is still spoiled at this age." Shame! "

The little boy cried and pouted: "Whoops ... I'm not charming. Just now ... loud noise ... mom pulled my ass ... loud noise ... very painful ... blare ... "

"ah? ! ..... "She seems to feel that there are countless steel needles on the seat, which makes her jump nervously. ...

(6) three years as one day, persevere; But after two years, there is a sense of melancholy. On the third day, the arrival of holiness will leave like a dream?

Half a year ago, when everyone was asking themselves this question, everything started as scheduled.

Life in the third grade is really bitter; But I often find pleasure in suffering: the noise between classes, the leisure in the afternoon, and the relaxation after exams; There is also the joy of success and the teacher's earnest teaching after failure. Everything leads me from one abyss to another.

The pain of the office.

The test paper was spread out on the table, and the bright red score stung my heart. Memories of the past in my mind are painful, looking for cruel reasons; The teacher's criticism is endless, and a question leads to the truth behind it. Is lax, is conceited! Then, I suddenly realized that the road of life is full of obstacles, and I will fall into the abyss if I am not careful. Then, put aside the score, start from scratch and start again at the starting line of the third grade!

Be serious in class.

Everything in the past is like a cloud in the past. Grasp the direction and go all out. Outside the window, the scenery remains the same, inside the window, the playful heart is dead; In class, there are more serious hearts than before, and when class is over, there is no intention to waste a short time. Day by day, week by week, January by month, I finally climbed out of the abyss. The sweetness of success is the best gift brought to me by grade three!

Joy in the playground.

Bustling, everyone will wait and see. Our class is sure to win the tug of war. As a sports commission, I know this well, but it is full of pressure. One false move may lose the game. I, the key, have a key mission. Just three minutes, condensed too much bitterness; Successful applause brought infinite sweetness. Walking off the stage in front of people's smiles is like a general's triumph. This joy is the true meaning of life brought to me by my junior high school life!

Sweet and sour, life is full of flavor and charm, all in it! The third day, the most important harbor on the life route, carries the dreams of too many people!

Then, for the dream, let's fight together for the remaining six months!

(7) Time takes away childishness and brings maturity; Took away innocence and brought optimism. Time has made me grow from an innocent and naughty child to a mature and steady junior three student. I have long known that the third grade is a very hard year. Every time they pass through the classroom of Grade Three, those students are studying meticulously. None of the students came out after class. It is urgent that they either study like a hungry lamb rushing into the green grass or do their homework.

Now I'm in the third grade, and I'm a little uneasy and expecting to study so hard. Can I control the year that determines my own destiny?

On the first day of school, I walked into the classroom with "904" written on the door. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a kind teacher with gray hair like snowflakes falling in winter, about fifty years old; Two sunken eyes set off his long nose. He is my head teacher. He has been waiting for us to register here. I'm looking for the head teacher. After asking my name and home address, he looked at me kindly, raised his hand and touched my head and said, "You look like a naughty student. Don't be naughty in the third grade, and study hard for your future, okay? " I smiled: "Hmm!" Then I looked at the classroom. The spacious and bright classroom is now set off by dirty chairs. The words on the slogan are covered with a thick layer of dust, blown gently and flying all over the sky ... the students around me are chatting with each other. Suddenly, the class teacher gave an order, and everyone stopped talking and cleaned the messy classroom with cleaning tools. After cleaning, everyone dragged their tired bodies home.

The next day, I experienced the elegance of all the teachers. The first class is math, and the math teacher leads us into the world of math with his loud voice in a unique teaching way. Look! The square root is waving to me, and the plane rectangular coordinate system is greeting me. The Chinese teacher is a very eloquent teacher. The teacher is very persuasive, which makes the boring Chinese interesting and makes us feel the happiness of Chinese. It's time for English class again. English is my biggest headache. When the teacher came into the classroom, I saw a smile on his face. Pronunciation in standard English attracts us, and also allows us to appreciate the different literary talents of foreign countries. I listen carefully, and I believe that under the leadership of this English teacher, my English score should be improved. I won't introduce all the other teachers. They all impressed me.

In the past, I have witnessed the learning style of some junior three students, which is naturally very hard. Now, this burden will be borne by me, and I am naturally a little scared. However, it is in these fears that I become braver, stronger and more confident in myself. Now, I feel that a long war will come to me, and I firmly believe that the banner of victory will be won by me.