1 There are four crabs in my basin, which I caught from the ravine during my spring outing. Look! This is a dark red armor, but it also shows its power.
In the morning, I looked at them and found that four feet of a little crab were missing. I'm surprised. After observation, I finally found the murderer of this case-the big crab. It turned out that because there was no food for several days, the big crab became harmful and cruelly cut off the feet of the little crab and ate it. * * * Dabai, I huffed, "Damn big crabs, they only know how to eat, eat, eat, even their companions". Dad heard the voice and said to me, "Big crabs eat small crabs because they are hungry, but to survive." You catch crabs for fun. By contrast, who do you say is more vicious? I paused and said to my father, "Then let's let the crabs go!" Dad agreed.
I took two plastic bags, poured some water into them, put the big crab into the plastic bag alone, and then put the two small ones into one bag. Before I left, I buried the poor dead crab with a broken foot in a flowerpot and made a simple grave. My father and I left with three other crabs.
The sun was shining all the way, which really sunburned us. When I came to the ditch, the road was steep. Dad asked me to throw crabs into the ditch with plastic bags. I didn't do it because I was afraid I would hurt the crab. So I slowly came to the ditch with a plastic bag containing crabs in one hand and a stone on the side of the mountain in the other. I found a place with a little deeper water and put the crab in it. Crabs, as the water climbs farther and farther, I look at them and silently wish them a safe journey.
Goodbye! Crab!
Twilight gradually enveloped the earth, and I sat in front of the dormitory with a sweet potato. Although the cold wind kept blowing on my face, my heart was warm, and a feeling of admiration arose. ...
With the sound of "Rinrin-",I finally study for myself at night. I suddenly flew like an arrow from the left to the sweet potato fragrance floating outside the school gate. "Grandpa, I want two sweet potatoes." I am happy to say. "Ok, wait a minute!" Say that finish, grandpa skillfully took out the sweet potato and put it on the stove. The old man set up a stall here to sell sweet potatoes a long time ago and came every winter. This is his unshakable habit.
While waiting, I suddenly saw a scar on my grandfather's hand like a small hole, thinking, I am a frequent visitor here. I never noticed this scar! I was puzzled and asked, "Grandpa, how did you get the scar on your hand?" Grandpa looked at his hand and said with a smile, "This was played by Japanese devils in those days. It's been a long time! " "So that's it! Grandpa's answer made me curious about this once familiar grandfather.
So, I kept asking: "You are the old Red Army, so why are you selling sweet potatoes here?" Grandpa touched his beard, gave me a "fried chestnut" and said, "Good boy! I'll tell you if you want to hear it! "My eyes suddenly lit up like a light bulb." You study so hard every day and study at night. It would be great if we could eat a hot sweet potato in such a cold winter. You are the future of the motherland, so it is better to be good to the motherland. "It turns out that all this is for us, for the future of the motherland! What a selfless person! I suddenly realized.
At this time, the sweet potato was baked. I walked to the dormitory with sweet potatoes. Suddenly I looked back at my grandfather who devoted himself to serving the motherland. It was a respectful ceremony for the vicissitudes of the motherland.
For our grandfather; Grandpa for the future of the motherland; Grandpa for the prosperity of the motherland; Grandpa who keeps changing for the motherland every winter; You make me admire!
There are five or six flaming trees in my community. They are tall, lush and lush. Pairs of oval leaves grow on the branches so densely that even the hot summer sun can't penetrate so many leaves. They bring coolness to the community.
The flowers of the flaming tree are the most beautiful. Its buds are very distinctive. Just like sunflower seeds, big flowers gather together and then slowly open layer by layer from the inside out. Its petals are not like ordinary flowers, but like morning glory, with bright red color. When all the buds are in full bloom, the whole flower is like a burning flame. Every spring, we can enjoy such beautiful flame flowers in the community.
But one day, disaster suddenly came. A violent typhoon came in Xiamen, which blew down all the burning trees. I saw burning trees lying on the ground, as if begging people to save them quickly. They have long lost their former style. The next day, rescuers finally came, but they didn't put the whole flame tree back, but sawed it into a bare pillar and then planted it back. I look at these fiery red trees, and they don't look like trees anymore. I can't help but worry: can trees survive after they have become pillars?
A few days later, when I passed the fiery red tree, I looked up inadvertently and was surprised to find that new leaves really grew at the top of the "pillar". The leaves are green, and the green ones will drip down. Young branches grow together in clusters, like a green rain umbrella to support the trunk, full of vitality. The fiery red tree that was hit hard by the typhoon came back to life, and its vitality was really tenacious.
I think: in the near future, the flame tree will grow into a towering tree, and we can see red flame flowers on their branches.
Three years later, I still can't forget it. It tells me a profound truth.
I remember it was when I was in the third grade. It was Monday. When I was in English class last Friday, the teacher handed out the English unit test paper. When I saw the test paper, I was so scared that I only got 70 points. I really don't know what to tell my mother when I get home, and I can't imagine how my mother will punish me. So I hid the paper in the hole in the table and didn't take it home. When I got home, my mother asked if last week's test paper had been handed out. I said hesitantly, "No, no ..." My mother was busy doing housework and didn't notice my nervous appearance. I can't believe she trusted me and didn't say anything. Afterwards, I copied my mother's handwriting with a pen, signed it and handed it in. Although I was a little uneasy at that time, I was glad to have escaped this difficulty.
A few days later, my good friend Xiaohai came to my house to find me. She asked me, "Li Xin, I corrected the questions on the English test paper and the teacher sent them again. Can you tell me how you did it? " Mom came over and asked, "What test paper? Why don't I listen to Xiaoxin? Does the exam paper not roll? " At this time, my heart was pounding and my face was burning. It's bottomless. Things can't be hidden, and lies will be exposed one day, so I admitted my mistake to my mother. My mother didn't hit me, but said earnestly, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam. You can accept the lessons of failure and work hard in the future. " If you lie, it is a serious moral problem, and you can't be an upright person in the future ... "
Mom's words made me understand a profound truth, to be honest. Although Xiaohai told this story, I still want to thank her. If she hadn't inadvertently told the truth, my mother wouldn't have known, and I wouldn't have received such a profound education, which woke me up and made me determined to be an honest boy.
Time, like running water, is gone forever. Six years of primary school life just flashed by. Facing the parting moment, the teacher who taught me knowledge and the good friend who helped me, I couldn't say the word "goodbye". The pace of happiness is always so short. I often wonder if I can stay, but as time goes by, I have to leave the school where I have lived for six years, leaving only good memories.
I can't forget the conscientious teacher Zhou. I remember one Saturday, the teacher was hit by a motorcycle and didn't come to class. The students were worried all morning. Some students are afraid of being absent from class, while others are thinking that the teacher's injury on Monday is not serious. A familiar figure caught my eye-it was Miss Zhou. It turned out that the teacher was afraid of delaying our class and even endured the pain to come to class. The scene of the teacher limping onto the platform still clearly emerges in front of my eyes. In that class, the students all listened carefully. MISS ZHOU has a bad voice and needs an operation. I thought the teacher had had an operation. By chance, I heard the teachers talking, only to know that the teacher didn't have an operation. The doctor said that we should rest for four months after the operation, and we will graduate soon. The teacher is very worried about us and is going to take our class out for surgery. This incident deeply touched the students.
I can't forget to encourage my white teacher. In a mid-term exam, I only got 90 points in Chinese. I am disappointed in myself, I have no confidence at all, and my study is getting worse and worse. Then the teacher said, "You didn't do well in the exam this time. You must have made a mistake by accident, but it doesn't matter. Try again next time. " This short and ordinary sentence deeply touched my heart and made me full of confidence in myself. From then on, I studied hard and finally got good grades in the exam.
Of course, I can't forget my best friend for six years-Ji. I remember once, we had a conflict, and no one spoke to anyone, which made me very uncomfortable. Later, I felt I was wrong. After all, Ji Yueyue always helps me when I am in trouble and is the first to comfort me when I am sad. During that time, the school was sorting out books. I happen to be in the same group as Ji. I apologized to her and we became good friends again.
I can't tell you what happened in these six years. Those past events have been put into the boat in my mind, and they will be moored on the other side of the ocean of my memory forever.
Sixth grade chronicle composition 6 "Ding, Ding", the bell rang. Our class is seated solemnly. I saw Mr. Yao, the Chinese teacher, come into the classroom and said to everyone, "In this class, I'm going to give you an experiment. This experiment is called floating eggs. " As soon as Mr. Yao's voice dropped, the whole class immediately made a sensation. "What eggs are so magical!" "Yes, is Mr. Yao lying to us?" "Yes, yes, what medicine is sold in Teacher Yao's gourd!" "Don't worry," said Miss Yao. "Let's start this experiment now."
I saw Mr Yao take out two cups, two eggs, a bag of salt and a pot of water from under the platform. "First, let's fill the cups with even water," Mr. Yao said, and then pour the kettle horizontally into two cups. "Then put the eggs in," Mr. Yao put the eggs in again. "Finally, a miracle will happen. Open your eyes and see clearly! " Our eyes turned to the cup, but the eggs didn't change. "Hey, Mr. Yao cheated the children." Some people can't wait any longer. Speak up. "Don't jump to conclusions so quickly. Look," Mr. Yao put some salt in each glass with eggs. A miracle happened: the egg first stood up slowly and finally floated. "Wow!" "It's amazing!" The whole class was surprised.
What's going on here? Teacher Yao told us with a smile: "It's not that I can do magic, but the density of salt is relatively high, so eggs can float." Oh, I see.
After this experiment, I understand that if you observe everything carefully, you will get different results.
One day, my sister had a whim and said that she wanted to make her own bread. My mother thought it was better to make steamed buns. Result 3: 1 victory, decided to make buns.
I went to the supermarket to buy bread flour, and then I went home happily to start cooking. I thought the bread flour was fermented. I didn't expect to add% 0.3 yeast on the back. So, I was sent to investigate whether there is yeast for sale near our community. As long as a packet is one yuan, I thought that a small packet should only ferment a little flour, so I bought five packets.
At home, my sister carefully read the words on the back of the package and found that a small bag of baking powder can ferment 3-6 kg of flour.
With baking powder, we found an oversized iron basin and put all the kilograms of flour we bought into it. It is said that the dough should be added with hot water at 30 degrees Celsius. We don't know much about the temperature of the water. The noodles were not mixed well and became very fine, so we kept adding flour to them. In my opinion, if we fail this time, the cost will be great.
After our unremitting efforts, the dough finally has a little shape, and the three people urgently need to take turns to mix the dough, and the dough finally becomes very good. The package says that after kneading the flour into balls, let the dough ferment naturally for 20 minutes.
Twenty minutes later, when I went to the kitchen again, the dough turned into a thin mass and I began to knead it with flour again. After 30 minutes, we finally kneaded the flour into dough.
After the flour turned into dough, my mother took the steamed stuffed bun out of the refrigerator, but the gap between a small bowl of' chat' and a large bowl of dough was too big, and the extra dough only allowed us to imagine freely.
I started making steamed bread. I was afraid that putting too much stuffing would burst the skin of the steamed stuffed bun, so I wrapped the steamed stuffed bun very small. My sister's steamed stuffed bun is quite normal in size, and my mother's steamed stuffed bun is just as big as her. After wrapping some, mother put some in the pressure cooker and started steaming. The fillings are all used up, and more than half of the dough is left just now. We began to try our best to use our imagination and create strange things. My sister cut a love with a fruit knife, and I created a lovely pig with flour. My mother doesn't know what she is doing. At this time, the first steamed bread came out of the pot. As soon as the high-pressure pot cover was opened, we were all shocked, and the volume of each steamed bread almost tripled. In this way, the steaming quantity of my steamed buns is the most normal.
Making bags can not only test our hands-on ability, but also try our best to exert our imagination. Making steamed buns is really hands-on thinking!
In life, there are many firsts, sometimes novel, sometimes breakthrough, sometimes interesting, sometimes. Everyone's first time is full of different hardships and efforts. In my impression, the most unforgettable first time was when I learned to ride a bike.
In a cold winter, I stood on the road, waiting for my father to take me home. I'm thinking about my heart. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and I shivered, complaining that my father was not punctual and left me frozen in the wind. At this moment, I saw my friend riding in the wind. She looks cool, and her slim body is swaying in the wind. I was fascinated, but just when I didn't want to leave, my father arrived and I had to go back reluctantly.
When I came back, I pestered my father to buy a bike. Grandma doesn't agree. She said, "What's the use of buying it? You can't ride it. Besides, it is not convenient for your father to pick you up every day. We are worried that you will ride a bike. There are so many cars now, do you dare to ride them? It is a waste of money to buy it. It is better not to buy! " I don't listen to grandma's long-winded "preaching" and continue to play the coquetry with mom and dad. Finally, many good things happen. Dad finally bought me a bike and got it. It's time to practice my skills!
In the afternoon, I forgot the biting cold wind and practiced in an alley near my home. I'll practice getting on the bus first, and learn from others that one foot is on the pedal and the other foot is on the ground, which is convenient for sliding. I hold the faucet with both hands to prevent the car from falling off. At first, I was a little timid, afraid of wrestling, and I dared not skate far every time. I have to support the ground with my feet occasionally. Later, I gradually became bold and got on and off freely, but I couldn't ride. When the car stops, if you can't control the direction, the car will stagger, giving people a scared expression.
I took off my winter coat for fear that I would be too bloated to ride a bike. Although the wind is cold, I am sweating. I got up the courage to get on the bus again and walked about 5 meters. Oh, no, I lost my direction and fell off the car. My leg was skinned, my hand was bleeding, and my waist was hurt by a stone. I didn't say "pain", but got up with difficulty, helped the car and continued to practice. In the afternoon, I don't know how many times I fell and got up. Finally, I succeeded!
My family didn't believe me when I told it. When I proved it to them, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. Just like chocolate, it is sweet and bitter, and it has accompanied me all my life.
First time, unforgettable first time, hard first time, bitter first time, sweet first time! For the first time, accompany us to grow up.
People say that the monkeys in Xixiangchi Scenic Area are like laity, and the monkeys in Yin Qing Pavilion are like robbers. This time, we came to Yin Qing Pavilion to experience the feeling of being robbed by robbers.
We came to Yin Qing Pavilion from Dong Lei. Early the next morning, everyone set off for the monkey area with great interest. We walked into the monkey area with excitement and fear. As soon as we stepped on the iron chain bridge, we saw an old green monkey with green eyes, big body and long hair. Ha ha! It turns out that the Monkey King is like this. How ugly! I secretly laughed in my heart. Sitting on the bridge, it looks around as if looking for something. Once a tourist passes by it, it will grin around the tourists, only to see that it either grabs the tourists' clothes with its hands or reaches into other people's bags to grab things, much like bandits on TV. This makes many tourists excited and frightened, and timid people can't help screaming, and some even cry.
Dad is no exception. He was careless, and a big bag of candy and chocolate in his coat pocket was washed white. A little monkey with blue eyes, with two evil bags in his mouth, ran to the tourists and watched them squeak, as if to say to them, "Give me something to eat!" " I'm hungry! Oh, my god "There are many tourists feeding it, as if they understand what it is saying.
We walked on, and I was surprised to find that about 90% of the tourists were in hands in the air, made a "surrender" gesture to the monkeys and walked slowly forward. It turns out that this is to tell the monkeys: I have nothing to eat here, so don't run over and "rob" me.
In order to take pictures with the monkeys, we asked the staff there to take pictures for us. The staff made a gesture. A little monkey was trained to take photos with tourists, climbed a tree flexibly, and squatted on a fallen branch waiting for the staff to give orders. I stood under the branch, with my hands open. The little monkey hung on the tree under the command of the staff and held the food in my hand.
This time, I was happy and scared to play in the monkey area, but I was very happy in short.
10 On that day, the teacher said that we should review and prepare for the first unit of the Chinese test ourselves. I'm complacent and think I can get good grades without reviewing. The next day, I took out my stationery for the exam in no hurry, and the teacher handed out the test paper for us to do. I didn't even think about it, so I began to "write hard". It was easy at first, and then it became more difficult to do the following reading questions. Even I am hesitant about one of the questions, and I don't know which answer is. Because of the uncertainty of too many questions, I was so anxious that I was sweating all over and even a little annoyed.
When the bell rang, I had no choice but to hand in my test paper. A day later, the teacher handed out the test paper. I was so nervous that I almost jumped at the sight of the test paper. Guess what? I only got 44 points (suspended @reader8.cn4).
After I got home, I showed this test paper to my mother. Unexpectedly, my mother didn't scold me, but said to me seriously, "It doesn't matter if I get low in this exam. The most important thing is to find out the reason why I did so badly in this exam." Only by finding out the reasons and learning lessons can we make progress next time. "
I regret this exam, because I am self-righteous and neglected to review, which makes me very sad. My mother's comfort made me ashamed, more unforgettable and made me