I think his nose is cute, big and round. It may be because Mr. Shen's glasses have been pressing his nose, so he stuck his nose high and thin, and the growth hormone ran into his nose, causing the nostrils to grow bigger and bigger. In particular, there are a lot of black nose hairs in the nostrils, all of which are black. I can't see what else is inside.
I looked at it and thought: I am his daughter. Fortunately, my nose is not as big as his. Otherwise, girls are not beautiful!
Every time I have a composition class, I want to laugh at the sight of his big nose, but I am afraid of disturbing the students next to me, so I cover my mouth tightly to avoid laughing. Sometimes, Mr. Shen will walk past me. Whenever this happens, he will deliberately shrug his nose at me to make me laugh. How can I stand it? Finally, I made some slight "giggles" ...
My mother often mentions her big nose in front of me. She always said, "You Shenyang people all have a mushroom nose. You are a little mushroom and your father is a big mushroom! " In this way, I was more impressed by my father's big nose. My father's nose is really big. ...
It is said that there is a famous plastic surgery hospital in Shanghai. When I grow up and have money, I really want to take my father there to straighten this big nose.
2. Mr. Shen wrote nose in the composition class, and I sat in the first row. Every time I look up, I see his big nose.
I think his nose is cute, big and round. It may be that Mr. Shen's glasses have been pressing his nose, so he stuck his nose high and thin, and growth hormone ran into his nose, causing the nostrils to grow bigger and bigger. In particular, there are a lot of black nose hairs in the nostrils, all of which are black. I can't see what else is inside.
I looked at it and thought: I am his daughter. Fortunately, my nose is not as big as his. Otherwise, girls are not beautiful!
Every time I have a composition class, I want to laugh at the sight of his big nose, but I'm afraid I'll disturb the students next to me, so I cover my mouth tightly to prevent myself from laughing. Sometimes Mr. Shen will walk past me, and then he will shrug his nose at me to make me laugh. How can I stand it? Finally, I made a slight "giggle" ...
My mother often mentions her big nose in front of me. She always said, "You Shenyang people all have a mushroom nose. You are a little mushroom and your father is a big mushroom! " In this way, I was more impressed by my father's big nose. My father's nose is really big. ...
It is said that there is a famous plastic surgery hospital in Shanghai. When I grow up and have money, I really want to take my father there to straighten this big nose.
3. Interesting childhood stories-write interesting childhood stories by sticking your nose-sticking your nose I spent my childhood in the countryside.
I often follow my sister to pick wild flowers, catch butterflies, catch fish in a small ditch, and pinch toys with children. There are no kindergartens in the countryside. After preschool, the teacher taught us to play games, and I also learned to play some games, such as building blocks, driving trains, and eagles catching chickens.
However, the game I can't remember the most is the very interesting game "Sticking Nose". Once, in a game class, the teacher said, "In this game class, we play the game of sticky nose."
After the teacher finished speaking, he drew a head the size of a washbasin on the blackboard. This man's head is only painted with a pair of eyes, a pair of ears and a mouth. The teacher cut out a nose in the shape of the Yangtze River Delta from a piece of paper and put glue in the middle of the triangle. The teacher also said: "whoever sticks his nose in the middle of his head will be rewarded with a small red flower." Those who insist on being outside will perform a program, starting from the first group, in the form of "driving a train". "The children are eager to try, but some stick their noses on the outside of people's heads, some on their eyes, some on their ears, and some on their mouths. There are bursts of laughter from time to time in the classroom.
Finally, it was my turn. I stepped onto the platform. The teacher blindfolded me with a scarf and made me turn around the podium three times. I thought to myself: I'm sure I can stick my nose on, so I put it on with confidence. After posting, applause and laughter broke out in the classroom. I thought everyone was praising me, but I took off my scarf and looked at it. Gee, I put my nose on my chin.
The teacher asked me to perform a program. I recited two poems, Ode to Goose and Wo He. The teacher smiled and said, "Although your nose is crooked, you recite ancient poems well." We were immersed in joy when the bell rang and the teacher asked, "Is the game of sticking nose fun?" We replied with one voice: "Fun!" The teacher added, "We'll play next game class."
Although it has been a long time, the story of children's innocence is still vivid and unforgettable. Teacher's comment: I can write the game of sticky nose vividly and concretely, and the teacher seems to have seen the process of your play with his own eyes. This is practice.
I wrote 600 words in this Chinese class. In my school life, I took part in countless various courses. They are like a big ship, carrying me in the ocean of knowledge: some let me learn new knowledge and broaden my horizons; Some taught me to write a composition, which made me think deeply; Others let me know a lot of knowledge that I can't learn in textbooks, which opened my eyes ... In short, these classes have brought me unlimited fun. But to say that my favorite is the Chinese class in grade three, which is still fresh in my memory.
Generally speaking, in Chinese class, we always maintain a tense atmosphere, but that time was different! The teacher assigned us to write a composition entitled "Drawing Nose", which must be written after the game, but we didn't play. The teacher made an exception and let us play this game in Chinese class.
The game has started. The teacher drew a picture of "San Mao" on the blackboard, which surprised us all. Oh, I haven't drawn my nose yet! The Chinese teacher said, who will draw first? "me!" "I'll go first!" Students are scrambling to raise their hands! I am ashamed, because I am afraid that my painting is not good, so I didn't say anything! At this time, the teacher felt that Qinqin was the most disciplined and asked her to draw first. The teacher helped Qin Qin cover his eyes with a red scarf. After three turns, Qin Qin groped her way to the blackboard, but she went in the wrong direction. The teacher quickly helped her to the blackboard. Qin Qin's persistent chalk hand finally stopped at a place, and everyone kept laughing while covering their mouths. "This is it!" "Right here!" I saw Qin Qin scribbling on her nose, which made us burst into laughter: "Haha, she drew her nose on the outside of her face!" .
Nannan's turn. Like Qinqin, he got ready and went straight to the blackboard. Just as he raised his hand to draw lots, everyone said, "No! Miss, that's the mouth! A little to the left! " Nannan drew a nose with a grain of salt, then took off the blindfolded red scarf and cried with surprise, "I drew it right, I drew it right!" " "Suddenly, there was a big round of applause in the classroom.
Then many students play this game. Some people are smart enough to estimate the position of the face by the length of the blackboard. Others carefully feel the powder marks on the blackboard with their fingers ... students are becoming more and more interested in playing games. Some knelt on the chair, some sat on the table, some even stood up to watch ... I finally couldn't help it, I wanted to play. "Jingle bells ..." The class was over, but in the end I couldn't play.
Although I didn't play the game of "drawing nose", I was still very happy because I felt the collective atmosphere of playing games indoors. How interesting and warm. After all, it was the first time I played games in Chinese class since primary school, which left a deep impression on me!
5.xxx teaches me xxx composition! A floating cloud dyed red by the afterglow of the sunset is extraordinarily light and beautiful, which reminds me of my kindergarten teacher, Mr. Ye. She blushed when she laughed. She's beautiful. She is my first teacher. I learned a lot from her, a lot. ...
In the park under the sun, the grass is lush, the flowers are overflowing, and bees and butterflies are flying in it. The teacher took us to the small park to chase butterflies and pick flowers. "I want to pick the biggest, most beautiful and fragrant flower for Teacher Ye and put it on her head to match her rosy face!" The idea welled up in my childish heart. At this time, I saw a big red flower swaying in the wind in front of me, which seemed to attract me to pick it. I flew over and suddenly tripped over something. When I got up, my nose was bleeding red all the time, which scared me. I opened my mouth and cried. Teacher Ye heard the sound and ran over at once. "Jia Jia, you, are you okay? "She is very anxious. Her eyes looked at me with concern. "Jia Jia doesn't cry, Liu cries." How kind and anxious Teacher Ye is! She cares about me.
Teacher Ye picked me up and went straight to the clinic. In her arms, I felt her concern and love for the students; I heard her rapid heartbeat in her arms; In her arms, I saw sweat flowing from her hair to her cheeks and clothes. She frowned and saw from her eyes that she was thinking: Will Jiajia be all right? It must be very painful. Here we are! Here we are! The health room appeared in front of us, calling on the teacher to show his sweet smile again. His face is red, as beautiful as a red cloud. Ah, no, it's brighter than the clouds dyed red by the afterglow of the sun ... it's so quiet all around. Teacher Ye takes out cotton and other things from the cupboard. She told me to lie down and bow. Oh, it turns out that I scraped my knee when I fell down just now. How could she notice? -I don't even know.
Teacher Ye carefully bandaged me and kept sweating on my head. The glittering and translucent sweat rolled down from the teacher's face, and it was still so quiet around. I seem to hear her sweat dripping on the ground. Tears. A string of tears, from my face, but also from my heart, gushed out. Not because I feel pain, but because I am very moved, very moved ―― unexpectedly, I really can't believe that Teacher Ye cares so much about my naughty little boy. Tears flowed out of my heart again: I really want to say "thank you!" " "However, my tears are enough to express my gratitude to elymus, and there is nothing more sincere than this. How much teacher Ye cares about his students!
Teacher Ye teaches us to draw. Children study hard, and I am no exception. But for some reason, I can't draw that picture well. It really makes me anxious. Teacher Ye knew, gave up the rest time and taught me to draw. How serious she is, just teach me one by one until she finishes teaching. What a good teacher she is!
Teacher Ye is really my good first teacher. She taught me a lot ―― how to care about others and do things dutifully …
Ah, here we go again. Clouds dyed red by the afterglow of the sunset are very beautiful. Very light, very red, very red, just like Teacher Ye's sincere heart! My thoughts drifted away with the clouds. ...
6. The teacher taught me to write a composition diary. The teacher taught me to write a composition diary. The teacher is my math teacher. She has a pair of curved eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes and a low nose, and her mouth is the most distinctive. Her mouth is like a "machine gun", and "bullets" fly out at any time. He Laoshi is chubby, a little tall and walks fast. Just say yesterday, I got up early to go to school. On the way, I saw Mr. Wang walking with me. Seeing a classmate, I turned around. Mr. Wang is missing!
Let's start with Mr. Wang's Machine Gun, which is not only full of bullets, but also very humorous. If any classmate speaks little, He Laoshi will nag, "Classmate! Your son will laugh at you if you don't study hard when you grow up! It's always bad to be laughed at by your son. . "
Teacher Wang is also very strict, and his classmates make mistakes. Teacher Wang never gives special treatment. She only recognizes things and ignores people. If we make a small mistake in our study, we will be punished. What a selfless person!
This is Miss Wang, a humorous and strict teacher.
7. The teacher taught me to write a composition. "Teachers" are engineers of the human soul. They have cultivated seedlings one after another and trained groups of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.
Teacher Chen is of medium height, with long black hair and bright eyes embedded in her white face, as if she could see the inner world of our classmates. However, what impressed me most was her good quality of loving life when she was a child.
I remember once, I had a high fever, reaching 39.5 degrees. It happened that my father was on a business trip and my mother was on duty, so I didn't go to school for leave. Teacher Chen came to visit me at home as soon as he knew. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, 39.5 degrees!" " ! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "Although I had a high fever at that time, I was sober." Teacher Chen, you're here. "I said to Teacher Chen." Yes, son, the teacher is here. How are you feeling, son? "At this time, my eyes were moist ... The next day, I still didn't go to school, and Teacher Chen came to see me again. When she saw me holding a Chinese book, she said to me, "Don't be too tired, son. When you are ready, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to rest ... "My heart surges: Miss Chen, you are loyal to housework every day, and now I am ill, and you come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my tears welled up ... under the care of Teacher Chen. After returning to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 70 points. At this time, Teacher Chen comforted me: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come on, I'll help you catch up on the lessons you left behind! "This problem ..." With the help of Teacher Chen, I finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. Teacher Chen wrote on the "message form": "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Congratulations on your excellent achievements, but your achievements can only represent the past, not the future. I wish you make persistent efforts and achieve better results! After reading this "message form", I want to say to Teacher Chen: "Teacher Chen, half of my 100 is yours, thank you! "
Now, I have come to Beijing. Although I left Teacher Chen, I still want to say to her: "Teacher Chen, you will always be my most respected and beloved person!" " "
8. Teach me to write a composition .. Dear landlord: Hello.
Your question is: Teach me to write a composition .. Topic: My happiness.
My answer is: first of all, we must establish the content of material selection. If we are writing a narrative, two or three things are enough. Its content can be real or imaginary.
For example: the love of parents; Friendship; The love of someone you don't know who loves you.
However, these are all "my happiness". Finally, you can write some touching words. Of course, what you conceive and want to say is the most touching!
Charging: I hope the landlord can listen to music and play ball games to find inspiration.
If you think my answer is satisfactory, please add points appropriately, thank you!