Summer vacation labor

When I opened the window of memory, interesting things happened in the summer vacation came to my mind: It was a Sunday, and my grandmother said that there were not enough people in the noodle restaurant in Xiao Yan, so she asked me to help. My salary was 10 yuan a day, so I agreed.

We get up at five in the morning and want to sprint in the noodle restaurant. As soon as we arrived at the noodle restaurant, everyone began to work. I was in charge of serving the bowl, so I picked it up and walked to the guests inside. The first bowl succeeded, then the second bowl, the third bowl and the fourth bowl? Ah! ? My hands are numb. There are several bowls in it. ? Ah, what else? Isn't this adding fuel to the fire? Alas, for this 10 yuan, I'll throw caution to the wind and keep working. First, the dishes are all here. Just a few more minutes to the hotel and the dishes will be ready? Imperial edict? Yes, so I washed the dozen bowls again, but the bowls were finally finished. But I haven't caught my breath yet. Imperial edict? Here we go again. So what? Your majesty. Is this really for me? Loyal minister? Not thin! I'm going to cut onions again. Ouch? I cut my hand, but it doesn't matter.

Alas, things are finally over, and the "emperor" also rewarded me with "65438+ 2 million gold"! I never do it for nothing.

In the first week of the first grade, a 300-word model essay was written.

Thinking about success

During this week, I read many articles, among which a short story named Success aroused my great interest. This story is about an interesting thing that happened to Bernard, a famous French writer.

Once, a French newspaper held a prize contest, which included such a question: If the Louvre, the largest museum in France, was on fire and only one painting was allowed to be rescued, which one would you rob?

As a result, among thousands of answers received by the newspaper, Bernard won the highest prize for this topic with the best answer. His answer is:? I grabbed the painting closest to the exit. ?

I don't think Bernard thinks like us. Our answer may also be:? I grabbed the most precious painting. ? But Bernard's answer is unique.

This story tells us that the best goal of success is not the most valuable goal, but the most likely goal.

300-word model essay in the first week of junior high school

The feeling of the first day

With the passage of time, today we are no longer children playing house on the grass; Today, we don't read aloud anymore? The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Pupils; Today, we bid farewell to childhood and move towards youth. With a vision for the future, we came to the High School Attached to the National People's Congress and entered the first day of life.

It's been a month since I started school, and I have a certain understanding of the new environment. There are also many feelings about life in the first grade.

On the first day, the first feeling is freshness. The campus is so clean and tidy, tree-lined; The teacher's lectures are so energetic and fascinating; Students get along so well, so happy; Modern libraries, audio-visual centers, network centers and laboratories make me linger. All this is very different from primary school, but I think it is very fresh and interesting.

On the first day, the second feeling was longing for the future. At the opening ceremony, we excitedly tied our best wishes to balloons and flew them into the blue sky. Everyone's wishes are varied, some want to be musicians and push China's traditional music to the world; Some hope to become journalists, so that all mankind is amazed at the rapid development of China today; Some people want to be writers and let people hear the faint voice in the corner of society. Ideals can only be realized through action. In the three years of junior high school, lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards the goal step by step.

The first day, a little more emotion will make you nervous. In middle schools, especially excellent middle schools, the competition for study is fierce and there will be some pressure. If you are not careful, your grades will fall behind the team and you can't relax at all. You should always be in a state of learning. We must adapt to this tense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in three years of study.

On the first day of junior high school, I was both excited, expecting and nervous. But anyway, let's start from bit by bit and integrate into a new life. Let's face the life of senior one with a high-spirited attitude.

300-word model essay in the first week of junior high school

Alma Mater

Today is Sunday, nothing happened, so I came to my alma mater unconsciously.

My alma mater, which was once bustling, has now become silent, which makes me feel a little lonely. I said to the security uncle at the door. I am a graduate here, please let me go in and see my alma mater, ok? I looked at Uncle Bao piteously, hoping that he would let me go in and see my alma mater. Uncle security said:? Don't play too long, just watch. ? I happily gave Uncle Security a big smile and said, Thank you Uncle Security! ?

As soon as I stepped into the gate, I saw a playground that was not too big, but very warm. In the middle of the playground, I seem to hear the happy voice of our primary school, and I also seem to see a group of us skipping rope, talking, doing exercises and running together. I seemed to see Mr. Sun smiling kindly at me, and at this moment my tears flowed down unconsciously.

Then I came to the teaching building and slowly came to the door of Class 2, Grade 6. I can see these things clearly through the glass. I stood there quietly, as if I heard our reading aloud and the teacher's lecture. When I came to my senses, I was in tears. I left the teaching building crying. I went back to the playground to see the whole school several times, then wiped my tears, said goodbye to uncle security and went home.

Although I left my alma mater, it does not mean that I am not a student of my alma mater. I love my alma mater and my primary school teacher more.

300-word model essay in the first week of junior high school

wrap zongzi

May 5th is the Dragon Boat Festival. The entrance is filled with wormwood incense, and you can eat zongzi with sachets and go into the water by dragon boat.

In the early morning, the fragrance of zongzi wafted from every household, and the sound of wrapping zongzi was woven into a music score belonging to the Dragon Boat Festival. ? Go, go, go. ? Cousin urged? Sister, I'm still sleeping in after wrapping zongzi! ? I brushed off my broken hair and hurried downstairs? Uh-huh, coming! ? The family is almost here, ready to make zongzi. A lot of reed leaves and Malan grass lie quietly in the water, smooth and tender, next to pearl-like glutinous rice, one by one, white and full. menstruation is chopping pork and washing peeled mung beans during menstruation.

I spend time listening to my grandmother, hoping to learn something. When I think of her every move, I start. I folded the half leaf of Zongzi near the tip of the leaf into a triangular pocket, and the petiole left almost half the length of the whole leaf. My palm pressed the folded tip with my thumb, and the other four fingers were sandwiched under the leaves, then I put the glutinous rice in. Glutinous rice is soft and fragrant, mixed with the fragrance of zongzi leaves, which is refreshing. Next, put some mung beans. The little mung bean is stained with some splash and looks crystal clear. Green beans with sea green leaves look good.

After wrapping zongzi, you can start cooking. Put the water in a pot and bring it to a boil. Put the zongzi in, and the package is neat and compact. The cooking time depends on the size of zongzi. Just cook for two hours. My cousin and I watched zongzi cook, cook and cook, and finally made it. Freshly baked zongzi are different in size and steaming, which makes people drool. After my cousin and I wolfed down the rice dumplings, there was not much left. Now that I think of zongzi, the sweet taste seems to have been rippling in my mouth. Zongzi is fragrant, with the taste of mother, and the taste of Dragon Boat Festival, with wisps of fragrant rice wrapped around the tip of the tongue.

In the first week of grade one, write a 300-word model essay.

happy

Happiness is sometimes abstract and sometimes concrete. Happiness is sometimes far away, sometimes close at hand. Dedication is happiness, giving is happiness, obtaining is happiness, and enjoying is happiness. A blessing is happiness, an understanding look is happiness, happiness is the feeling of the soul, and happiness is the experience of life.

Friend, do you feel happy? When you are working hard at your desk, your mother gives you a cup of fragrant milk to melt your maternal love in this steaming milk. I feel the happiness of maternal love. When mom and dad are happy to watch their children play around. Do you feel it? How happy they are, enjoying the children's family happiness. When the old man happily watched his children get married, they smiled happily and enjoyed their old age. Friend, are you happy? When a mother sews clothes for her children in the dead of winter, she also knits them with warmth. The next day, we put it on, how happy we are! Children who study in rural areas and cities may have this experience: before the children leave, their mother rubs a few steamed buns, which is also rubbed in their mother's love. Eating steamed bread seems to taste a little maternal love. Cleaners clean up and make the earth cleaner. We are very happy. The teacher devoted all his life's knowledge to us, and we were very happy. We are very happy because of the superior living conditions. We prefer to live in such sunshine.

Happiness does not need to be pursued deliberately. When you don't expect it, happiness will come to you quietly. But happiness also has a pair of wings, which will pass by you anytime and anywhere. Therefore, we should grasp happiness, even if we stay for one more second!

The first week of the first week, 300 words, Fan Wenqi.

My MP3 player

My MP3 Ever since my cousin got an MP3 player, somehow, I have a strong desire. One day after school, I couldn't help saying what I wanted. Unexpectedly, everything has come true? -I have an MP3 player! My MP3 is silvery white, rectangular, the size of a matchbox, and less than one third as thick as a matchbox. It can be charged like a mobile phone and can be used without batteries. You can record, reread and save 60 or 70 songs, and even listen to channel programs like a radio, with a pair of advanced black headphones, exquisite!

When I got this compact MP3, I couldn't help jumping for joy! My MP3 is not only exquisite in appearance, but also beautiful in timbre. It sounds as clear as listening to live singing, not hoarse at all! As soon as I got this MP3, I couldn't put it down and regarded it as a jewel. Listen to songs, download songs, read books and do homework when you have time. Listen to this song for a while during the holiday and download it for a while. You can see that I play it almost every day. The joy that this MP3 player brings me is self-evident.

Today, science and technology are developing rapidly, from the previous radio to the current MP3, from airplanes to spaceships. I believe that tomorrow's science and technology supplies will be better!