1. Write about the bed at home, a complete collection of junior high school Chinese essays

; I was so troubled by this.

; ; ; Once, my good friend came to my house and was shocked when she saw my bed. I immediately said with a smile: "Xing'er, why is your bed so small!" I knew she would laugh at me again, but I didn't lose my temper and deliberately said: "How about it, mine is smaller than your bed." Cool!" She got angry and sat down on the bed. Unexpectedly, she missed it. She sat on the floor. She was so painful that she wondered: Why did she miss it when she was obviously sitting on the bed? Not only was she wondering, I was also wondering if this bed was magical!

; ; ; Every time I go to bed, I have to be fully armed and cover the entire floor with quilts, otherwise I will fall all over and get bruised. I remember that time, I thought I could overcome this bed. Unexpectedly, at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, I was thrown so hard that I almost broke my bones. The lesson learned last time made me have to be careful about this bed.

; ; ; Look, my bed is no worse than yours! 2. An essay about my beloved bed

My bedroom is heaven! As long as you come here, you will have unexpected gains. If you don’t believe it, please follow me...

As soon as I entered the door, there was Mickey Mouse and other various formats on my door. The stickers of cartoon characters look like a party of cartoon characters, so lively. Looking further to the left, the most attractive thing is the collection of all kinds of treasure books, large and small, from ancient times to modern times, such as "Five Thousand Years", "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin"... … When I pulled the book forward, the room suddenly became as bright as the sun. The next floor was my various storybooks, some animated, some English... The third frame was of course recording the exercises I had learned. topics and books.

On the right is the place where I study. The room is well organized and there is a very cute pig-shaped lamp on the table. He works tirelessly and silently stays with me until late at night every day. Right in front of the table is an all-powerful computer. If you want to know something, you can find a satisfactory answer just by looking it up.

Whenever I am tired from studying, I think of my comfortable little bed.

Whenever I lie in bed, he always tells me to hurry up and enter the sweet fragrance of dreams. When I was lying on the bed and saw the "sun", I suddenly found that it was very beautiful, with a crescent moon and bright stars on the side. It really looked like a wild place. There is a new small bookshelf next to the bed. When I wake up in the morning, I can take an English book to read and review, which is really convenient.

Seeing is better than hearing. You are always welcome to me and my beloved bedroom! 3. An essay describing the dormitory bed,

The wind blew gently through the school, and the autumn wind that did not feel cold even on my face reminded me of the time that passed by like water this semester in school. How happy the classmates are to help; how warm the teacher is to care. But that night when I first entered school, I cried.

On that night, the window was as dark as a dry well, and the faint sound of crickets seemed to be the only companion. Thinking of the past when my mother was nagging me, I was always a little impatient, but today... my eyes got hot thinking about it, a drop of water fell on the back of my hand, and there was a little salty taste in the corner of my mouth. My eyes looked at the pool of tears on the back of my hand, as if reflecting my mother. I didn't dare to blink for a long time, for fear that in the blink of an eye, my mother's shadow would disappear from the puddle of water. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and then I blinked, and the puddle of water flowed onto the clothes I would wear tomorrow. That dress was spotless, my mother washed it for me. Suddenly, that special feeling came to my heart... Gradually, tears filled my eyes again, and my eyes began to heat up. In my mind, my father accompanied me to watch "The New Water Margin", "Bah——" I I sniffed and shouted softly: "Mom, Dad." I sat there in a daze, and the crickets around me screamed so sadly and coldly. "Ugh..." I suddenly found that the "little glasses" in the next bed shed tears, and our dormitory was moved to tears by me and the little glasses. The little crickets sang songs and wanted to make us happy. I suddenly woke up and cried: "Classmates, what is the use of crying?" The crying suddenly became much quieter, and we tried to calm down. "Let's go to bed early, maybe it will be better." The "little fat" opposite said with a cry. The sound of the quilt being pulled came from the bedroom. Soon, we all went to bed in our dormitory.

The sound of the watch suddenly reached my ears. The surroundings were so dark that I could not see my fingers. My watch can answer calls. I pressed the answer button and said, "Hey, son. Are you okay?" The voice was so small, but I still heard it was my father's voice. The thought that finally disappeared came to me again, "Okay. Stop talking, the classmates are all asleep." "Ah? There are still 10 minutes before you go to sleep normally!" I don't know what happened, my eyes It's getting hot, and I can't help but shed a tear when I think of my father's kind face...

As the time at school increases, I think about it.

No more crying 4. An essay about helping parents make the bed

I slapped my head and jumped up from the bed. I didn’t have time to make the bed, so I hurried downstairs. In order not to wake up my mother, I tiptoed to the kitchen. Before I even stepped into the kitchen door, the aroma of porridge made from new rice and scallion pancakes penetrated my nostrils. When I opened the kitchen door, I was shocked: white porridge, scallion pancakes, tofu mixed with sesame oil... A sumptuous breakfast was already on the table.

I walked out of the kitchen, and a familiar figure appeared in front of me - it was my mother. I saw her bent over and busy washing a basin full of clothes, sheets, and bedspreads. Her expression was so focused, her movements so nimble, and even her trouser legs and cloth shoes were stained with dots of soap suds. The hanging hair showed the thinness of her face. Yes, for many years, my mother was busy with work in the factory and then busy with things at home; after she was busy with things at home, she was worried about work in the factory. A double burden rested on her thin shoulders. With her responsibility as a mother, with her strong will and unbreakable courage. Mom dedicated everything to herself. The years have ruthlessly left traces on my mother: the black hair is mixed with a lot of silver threads, and the youthful and plump forehead has quietly crawled into deep night wrinkles..." Looking at my mother's bowed body, she kept saying: Swinging back and forth, I could no longer suppress the tears in my eyes. The tears of deep burning flesh were so wet when I saw them coming out of my mouth. There was an indescribable feeling of astringency in my eyes. I could no longer suppress my thoughts and feelings. , ran to her mother's side in a few steps: "Mom, take a rest, I'll do it! "I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand.

My mother was shocked when she saw this look: "What's wrong? "That's when I wanted to confess. In order to realize my plan to help my mother and let her have a Sunday, "I forgot to wash up in my hurry. I said seriously: "Mom, today is your Sunday. Mom should have a rest, and let me do the housework." Mom looked at me with a smile, and asked happily: "What, you do it? Really?" I'll do it, really!" I repeated loudly, and then picked up the clothes in the basin and started washing them. "Don't be busy, don't be busy. Clean the room first, do a good job of personal hygiene, and it's not too late to get to work after having a full meal." My mother urged me with a smile.

"Yes! I obey." I gave a military salute. Mom was amused by me. I tidied up the room as quickly as possible, washed up, filled my stomach, and immediately carried water to mop the floor, wash clothes, and help my mother choose vegetables to cook. It’s really tiring to be busy all day without rest. I think, my mother is also a human being. How does my mother get through day by day, month by month, year by year? It’s not easy! When I call my mother, I always praise me: "I'm sensible!"

Yes, I am already a fifth-grade primary school student. How can I still live in my mother's loving arms? Open your mouth" life? I should help my mother share the housework to the best of my ability and give her a real Sunday. 5. An essay about introducing my room...

My room is very big, about 25 square meters. , consisting of a bed, wardrobe, desk and other things, making people look relaxed and happy.

Go into my room and stand in front of the door. You can see a large wardrobe. When you open the door of the wardrobe, there are colorful clothes hanging inside. There is a small bed on the right side of the closet. There is a light green quilt stacked on the small bed. There is a toy treasure house on both sides of the small bed. There are many colorful toys hidden in it. Among these toys, I like Pokémon the most because Pokémon bring me endless joy. There are two sliding doors in the center of the room, which can separate the bedroom and study room. Next to the sliding door on the left is a desk dedicated to me. There is a bookcase above the desk, which contains many extracurricular books, including exercise books, composition books... There is a sky blue sofa behind the desk. This sofa is very useful. When it is spread out, it becomes a Open the window. There is an air conditioner on the upper right side of the sofa. There are light yellow curtains on the far right side of the room, and behind the curtains are six bright windows. The beautiful curtains make the windows extraordinarily gorgeous.

It’s great that I have such a comfortable room. I want to thank my parents for creating a good environment for me. It allows me to study with peace of mind, rest quietly, and entertain happily. I feel very happy. 6. An essay about bedding

Beddings compete for credit. Sheets, pillows, and quilts used to be good friends. One day, they held a meeting at home to "compete for credit and discuss who has the greatest ability."

Sheets said: "In terms of credit, I am the biggest. People use me to help them relieve their fatigue when they sleep. Without me, how can people relieve their fatigue after a day's work? Without me, people would not be tired after a day's work. I have no choice but to sleep on the street... When it comes to 'deserving credit', I should be the first one," Shen Shen said proudly.

The pillow said with contempt: "In terms of merit, I have the greatest ability! I am used to support the head and play a supporting role for people. Without me, people would How can I sleep well and have enough energy to work and study the next day? That’s even more impossible without me, so I’m the first priority.”

Quilt said: “Forget it. Well! It’s me who people can’t live without. Didn’t I drive away the cold for people in winter? Without me, people would have gotten sick a long time ago.

At this time, the father-in-law of the bedding hurriedly said: "Don't argue any more. You each have your own use. It won't work without one of you." "

After listening to the bedding father-in-law's words, everyone lowered their heads in shame, and the surroundings suddenly returned to calm. 7. An essay describing the scene of a primary school student

... What impressed me the most What is unforgettable is the fourth night after arriving at the military camp...

It was late at night and very quiet. "Three crisp whistles broke the silence of the entire valley and woke me up from my dream. Three! Emergency gathering! I casually pulled the light cord. "Don't turn on the lights! "A sound from nowhere reminded me. Turning on the lights is not allowed during emergency gatherings.

At this moment, the barracks we live in are "exploding." "Hey, where are my clothes? "Flashlight, take a picture quickly!" "What time is it now? I haven't slept well yet!" "Don't be wordy, it's only three minutes!" "..."Hey, come back, you are wearing my shoes! "Wow!" "The bed was torn?" "What are you yelling? I overturned the basin!" "...

At this time, it is not too much to describe me as an ant on a hot pot. I finally put on all my clothes at random, but I couldn't put on my backpack. I felt so anxious on my forehead. I sweated a lot. I tried to untie it two or three times but couldn't get it right. I felt so panicked that I even got my fingers tangled in it. He threw it on his shoulders, jumped down, dragged his shoes, and rushed out the door...

2. "The driver is of medium build, about forty years old, with a short beard on his dark, fat face, and a With his glasses, you can tell at a glance that he is a good uncle who is calm, enthusiastic and decisive. The doctor said that the condition was very serious, which scared us to the core. The doctor said that according to the hospital's regulations, the money should be paid immediately and the operation could be performed immediately. The bald middle-aged man gloated and said: 'Who is his father? Go quickly. Pay the money, you will die if you are late. ’ In the hall, the child was still lying on the bench in the aisle. The bald middle-aged man shouted to the driver: ‘You are the child’s father, why don’t you pay the money quickly? 'The driver did not hesitate to hand over the only money he had, one hundred and ten dollars, to the toll booth. The money was only a quarter of the hospital's rescue fee, and he still needed another three hundred and thirty. Now the crowd exploded, and the primary school students A tall girl among them said: "We also chip in and pay." ’ The primary school students who were watching all took out the money to buy breakfast, all at once. The number of people donating money increased sharply, and the outpatient department was surrounded. Only the bald middle-aged man refused to give money. A small child childishly asked: 'Uncle, fat, why don't you show some love? The driver also asked: ‘Everyone is out, why don’t you do something? ’ The middle-aged man glanced at the driver and said contemptuously: ‘I am a laid-off worker, who is showing love to me? Go back and find the three thousand dollars quickly to avoid any sequelae. 'Suddenly, a tall female classmate suddenly screamed: 'He is Uncle Wang from my unit building. He is a foreman. He treats your buddies to eat, drink and have fun every day in Yangchun Salou, play cards and chase pigs, and each time he spends thousands. No consumption...' These words made the bald middle-aged man speechless. Time passed by second by second, and the injured child suddenly screamed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth and sprinkled on the ground. At this time, Director Chen of the hospital also donated one hundred yuan of his own money. The doctors present were moved! The nurse was moved! The patient was also moved! People donated money one after another to help, which amounted to more than a thousand yuan in one fell swoop. The bald middle-aged man sneered and said to the driver: ‘Your child can be saved. 'The nurses all got busy, pushing the operating cart, and rushed to the emergency room quickly. Nurses, you give injections, I treat them, and she washes the wound. The child's bleeding stopped, and the wound was treated with eight injections in a row. . The middle-aged man swayed to the hospital bed and said to the master: 'Your child can be saved. ''Yeah? ’ The driver replied, ‘Every man with a conscience is his father! ’ The bald middle-aged man looked at the child. He was shocked. It turned out to be his child. He felt so ashamed that he sat down on the ground. She burst into tears: 'Tao'er... Tao'er... you... you...'. "Here, whether it is the driver, the bald middle-aged man, the doctor, nurse, or student, all are concerned about the condition of the injured child. The author focuses on depicting the negative attitude of the bald middle-aged man towards the child, and the driver, doctor, nurse, The students' enthusiastic help for the children created an atmosphere of sadness, joy, worry and anger in the whole place." 8. How to write the essay "The Bed of the Future"

The Bed of the Future knows the future. What's the bed like? Let me introduce it now! The beds here are very magical. If you only have one bed at home, it can sleep more than a dozen people, because this bed will become bigger if you say it will be bigger, and it will become smaller if you say it will be smaller.

There is also a massage machine on the bed, which can eliminate your fatigue of the day at any time, allowing you to sleep comfortably every day. There is a red button on the bedside of the future bed. As long as you press the red button, the small bed will appear next to the big bed. The small bed is so soft and the color is so bright, which is very suitable for children to sleep.

There are seven buttons on both sides of the bed. Their colors are red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. As long as you press the button of the color you like, then this Zhang's quilts, pillows, mats and bedspreads will all come in the color you like.

The bed of the future can also fly. If you say "fly", the bed will take you to where you want to go.

Do you like this future bed? When I grow up, I must be a scientist and invent this magical bed to bring convenience to everyone's lives. 9. Composition for primary school students

The mountains are so tall, steady and deep; and I have my own father's love, as father's love as the mountains.

For my father, I admire him very much. Although he doesn’t speak much, he exudes the flavor of a mature man all the time. In the past fifteen years, from the day I can remember, everything that happened with my father has happened one by one. Everything has been deeply rooted in my heart since the first time I wrote about my father, about his fatness, his humor, his seriousness, his amiability, his wisdom and smartness, and what happened between him, me and my mother. All kinds of interesting things, these bits and pieces of happiness, have long been unforgettable!

I like to call my father "Dad" because I think "Dad" is more affectionate. I like the happy days when I hold my father with my left hand and my mother with my right hand. That warm feeling will stay with me forever. In my memory. My father's shoulders are my haven from the wind. Behind those broad shoulders, there must be a warm world. When I was a child, my father always held my hand, led me across the road, taught me to walk and ride a bicycle with me. Go shopping in the supermarket, of course, accompanied by my mother. If God asked me to exchange all my wealth for these memories engraved in my mind, I would never agree!

For me, I am touched by my father’s love for me. My father is not a good talker, but his actions all reveal his love for me. A small look, a small Action, my father's love for me is deep and belongs only to me, father's love.

Last winter, I caught a cold and the low-grade fever persisted. One afternoon, the fever reached 38 degrees Celsius. My father just came home from get off work and saw me with a red face and a flash in his eyes. I was anxious, and then took me to the hospital. At about six o'clock that afternoon, I got an intravenous drip. My father was relieved a lot and asked my mother to go home first while he stayed with me. However, my mother was afraid that my father would suffer from hypoglycemia, so she asked her to go home first. He went home first, but his father couldn't resist his mother, so he had to go home. Before leaving, he said with a smile: "The shift will change in an hour!" and then left without looking back. Sure enough, an hour later, my father returned to the hospital and asked my mother to go back. The room in the hospital was so hot, and my father was afraid of the heat! I don’t know how he spent that long hour, and what touched me the most was that when my father saw me licking my lips, he poured me a glass of water. I will never forget when my father fed me water. His eyes were full of love and pity. This is different from a mother's loving eyes. Dad's eyes are complicated, like the ocean, so deep that you can't see the bottom. He slowly bent down, put the water glass gently close to my lips, and slowly poured water into my mouth. The warm liquid flowed into my throat. I was surprised by the delicacy of my father's body. How could I I never thought that a man who is usually carefree would have such delicate emotions! After I got home, I was sweating all over and my fever had gone away a lot. My father would bring me water, oranges, and pears for me. My mother was also very busy. In one's life, one has both father's love and mother's love, what else do you want?

Tonight, the moon is so bright! Dad is working in Linyi at this time, and he and I are admiring the same bright moon! Lying on the soft Simmons bed, opening the gate of memory, every bit of what happened with my father in the past is vividly in my mind, including the father who picked me up and off in the ice and snow, the father who played with me during holidays, the father who explained math problems to me, and the father who accompanied me. My clothes shopping dad. . I grew up happily under my father's love and safely under my father's protection. Before I knew it, 15 years had passed.

That year was a terrible year. The results of my father’s physical examination had “three highs” written in black and white. Venus appeared in my eyes for a moment, and I learned that my father could no longer smoke or drink. Then I realized that it was time for me to protect my father. I started to help my father quit smoking and drinking, encourage him, and help him. My father often coaxed me to play when I was a child. Now, it’s time for me to love him the way my father loved me. Although fifteen years later, my father has a few more silver hairs on his head, but in my heart, my father still loves me. He is tall, strong, and burly. The difference is that now it is me who loves him. The smell of a mature man that dad exudes is still the same, despite the changes in the world. Earthly world. Maybe everything will change, but I believe that my father's love for me and my love for my father will be with Qingshan and will last forever.

Dad’s love is like a mountain!