Sometimes, I think every day is the same: the sun rises and sets, the sun warms the world, the flowers are still bright, and the birds are still singing ... However, when I look back, I find that the years have quietly left a shadow in the dribs and drabs of life.
The traces of years are in the sunset when you take me running. I remember you practicing running with me. At that time, the blood-red runway was my biggest offense, but it was a compulsory item in the exam. In that exam, we stood at the starting line, and you turned to me and said, "Stay with me for a while, and I'll run with you." I looked at you, clenched my fist and nodded. With a whistle, we rushed out of the starting line of snow. 100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters, 400 meters. The sun scorched the earth and I was soaked with sweat. I can't lift my legs like lead, my mouth is panting and my throat smells of blood. At this time, the word "give up" appeared in my mind. So, I ran slower and slower. That is, you turned to me and said, "Keep up with me, don't fall behind, you can do it." Your brief words blew through my heart like the wind. Suddenly, my legs are no longer so weak. I quickened my pace and followed you. I have long forgotten the idea of "giving up". Finally, at the finish line, you came over, patted me, smiled and said to me, "Well done, that's like you." At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sunset falling on you.
The traces of years remain in your encouraging words. I still remember that I failed in the exam, and my mood was like the sky outside the window-gray. I kept asking myself, "Why, why on earth?" The bright red score on the test paper stung my heart. After school, I quickly left my sad place and returned to my warm home. Turn on the phone, and the blue screen shows an unread message, which is yours. After opening it, I saw your comforting words, "I know, you didn't do well in the exam, maybe you didn't do well this time." However, don't be discouraged. Failure once does not mean failure forever. Keep working hard, you are still the best. "Close the phone, a warm current flooded into my heart. Yes, as long as I work hard, I am still the best. From that day on, I began to work hard, others rested, and I was still studying. Finally, in the next exam, I got good grades.
That period of time will always be treasured in my heart, and I will miss it very much if I take it out and savor it. Now, I cherish time more, and I won't wait until the past to know how to cherish it.
2. The story composition of handkerchief is 400 words.
The rabbit lost a handkerchief. It turned out that the kitten had guessed that the rabbit was going to find a lawyer, so she sold the rabbit's handkerchief to a wooden clip and reborn first.
The next day, Little Answer Rabbit and the people from the police station came to the kitten hotel and detained the kitten in criminal detention, but in the end, they were acquitted because there was no physical evidence. The rabbit was not convinced, so he asked the wire lawyer to help him find out who the kitten sold the handkerchief to, but he could not find it. Mr Wood Klip was afraid that he would be arrested by his lawyer, so he sold his handkerchief to Mr Pony. Mr. pony's family is very poor. But the pony caught a cold and needed a handkerchief to wipe his nose, so the pony bought a handkerchief. Knowing the origin of the handkerchief, the pony was also afraid. But Pony refused to turn himself in.
At that time, the wire lawyer already knew that Bunny's handkerchief was at Pony's place. After getting the news, Pony quickly fled to the deep forest. In the first few days, the pony was used to living in the depths of the forest, but after a few days, the pony heard the sound of a police car. It's not a good idea for Pony to keep running away. He wants to buy a handkerchief for the kitten, but the kitten won't accept anything, so Pony secretly puts the handkerchief in the kitten restaurant.
The next day, the kitten found a handkerchief in her room and wanted to transfer the stolen goods, but the rabbit and the wire lawyer had come to the kitten restaurant together. The kitten can't deny it, so she has to admit that she took the new handkerchief bought by the rabbit. It was stolen by the restaurant owner kitten. After many difficulties and obstacles, the little rabbit finally got his beloved handkerchief.
3. ()' s hand is the problem. Write the appearance characteristics and stories of these hands, and write a composition of more than 400 words.
Mom's hand
Example 1:
My mother has a pair of skillful hands. Although ugly and full of wrinkles, I think my mother's hands are the warmest in the world.
That day, it was so cold that I put my head out of bed and heard the voice of my mother washing clothes in my ear. I was kept awake by my mother, so I got up, walked out of the room and came to the corridor. The biting northwest wind blew head-on, and my heart trembled when I saw my mother's red hands immersed in the water. I saw a thick layer of ice in a barrel in the corridor. I quickly hid in my room and read a book.
After a while, the sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen, and I vaguely saw my mother's figure shaking. Only ten minutes later, I smelled the food. My mother came into my room and saw that I had got up. She smiled and said to me, "I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but I didn't ask you." Maybe I woke you up now? " Then hurry to eat and go to school. ""Mom, today is Sunday. "I warned." Oh, it's really useless. I can't figure it out for days. "I ate my mother's breakfast and watched her hands turn blue with cold. I've been having a hard time.
Mom's hands are very capable. She can not only cook a good dish, but also wash her clothes and mend them. Sometimes, a dress will be accidentally hooked, but it won't hit my mother. After crossing her left needle and right thread, it will be brand-new; She can also knit sweaters, and a few balls of wool will become a very beautiful dress under the knitting of her mother's skillful hands. I have a sweater with the pinyin of my name "Mary" on it, which my mother knitted for me. I like this sweater very much. I wear it often and feel very warm.
My mother raised me with both hands and taught me the truth of being a man. I will hold her hand, get better grades and build a better life to repay her.
Example 2:
Looking at my mother's hand, I have a lot of thoughts. ...
Those are calloused hands, a pair of hands pushing the cradle, and a pair of hands that make me happy, warm and nostalgic.
Although I don't know how beautiful and touching my mother's hands were when she was young, and how delicate and delicate her fingers were, when I imagined that delicate and delicate fingers gently picked up a petal, the faint fragrance came, how nostalgic it was!
But now, my mother's hands are no longer white and tender, and there will be no more delicate fingers. Rough skin is deeply imprinted on my mind. Years and overwork, as well as getting up early and getting dark, are all my own fault! Blame yourself for not being a child, for not being filial to your mother, and for not knowing how to study hard!
Looking at my mother's hand, I burst into tears.
When I stumbled in the rough study, a pair of warm hands extended to me; When I shed tears because of the injustice of fate, I put my hand on my shoulder; When I was overwhelmed by the aura of victory, my hand patted my head gently. I know-it's still my mother's hand.
Looking at my mother's hand, I am no longer confused!
My mother's love for me is irreplaceable by anyone. She nourishes and nurtures me, but I know she has nothing to pray for. I will definitely repay my mother. And those sacred hands.
Mom's hand, how warm! She is like the sun in spring, warm, and she is like a stream in summer, cool! She is like the fruit of autumn, bringing joy to people, and she is like the fire in winter, bringing warmth to people.
Ah! Mom's hand ...
Mom's hand leads us to grow up healthily.
4. The composition of "My Hands" is 400 words.
When you cry, she wipes your tears with her hand, and when you laugh, her hand touches your head. This is a pair of warm hands, a pair of loving hands and the most beautiful hands.
When I was born, my mother's hand held us in her arms, let us suck her milk and protect us from being wronged and hurt. How happy we are!
When learning to walk, my mother's hand helped us up when we fell, dried our tears and patted our hands to encourage us to move forward. How happy we are!
When I went to school and came home tired, my mother had cooked delicious food herself and was waiting for our return with joy. When she saw us, she was filled with joy, as if she had forgotten her hard work and thought everything she had done was worthwhile, while we were always quarreling, losing our temper and never being satisfied, and always took everything our parents had done for us for granted. Are we not happy?
Looking around, I finally hope we grow up. However, we have already gone our separate ways and are busy with our careers and families. Looking at my mother's hand, it has already become rough and ugly. The wrinkles on her hands confirm the changes of her years. The trace of years is that she has to stop. Aren't these hands the most beautiful in the world? Isn't the beauty of these hands the little things that she cultivated us and did for us?
Mom's hand is unique, it is a pair of warm hands when we grow up!
5. Mom's hand is the topic. Write the appearance characteristics and stories of these hands, and write a composition of more than 400 words.
When I came into this world, the person who greeted me was my mother. She held me in her slender hands and smiled at me. I know this is a sign of happiness.
When I waddled to learn to walk, she held me in her slender hands and taught me to walk. I fell down and she lifted me up with those sensitive hands. I know, she made me take the first step in my life. When I can talk and walk, she sends me to kindergarten. Every day when I get home, she will cook my favorite meal with her dexterous hands, and sometimes she will feed me with her dexterous hands. She will even be my tutor. She holds my little hand in her big hand to write and draw. ...
When everything comes back to life, she will hold my little hand with warm hands and play outside. I think my mother's hands are as soft as spring breeze.
When the sun is hot, she will take me swimming with rough hands. When I sleep, she will fan me with cool hands and gently pat me to sleep. I think my mother's hands are as soft as a fan.
When autumn leaves fly, she will knit a sweater for me with her dexterous hands. These sweaters are more beautiful and warmer than those bought. I think mom's hands are as warm as sweaters.
As soon as the cold wind blows, she will block the snow for me with her strong hands. When I am sick, she will take me to the hospital with those warm hands. I think mom's hands are warmer than the fire in the stove.
Season after season, year after year, my mother's hands are full of calluses and no longer delicate. Looking at the photos of my mother's girlhood, there is an unspeakable taste. ...
6. The story of five fingers-400-word composition
In the dead of night, people are asleep. At this time, the thumb, index finger, middle finger, nameless inner finger and little finger began their conversation. ...
Thumb said to four partners: "Of the five of us, I am the shortest, but also the fattest.". Although I am not very good-looking, sometimes people can take advantage of me! " "Everyone says," Thumb said, sometimes people still need it, and sometimes we need it, but as the saying goes, unity is strength, and we should unite. "
Then, the forefinger said, "I am tall and wrinkled, and I stand a little crooked, but people still need our unity when they write!" " "The middle finger said," I am in the third position from left to right and from right to left, which is the middle, so call me the middle finger. "The five of us look different and have different names. Everyone said, am I right? " The other four partners all said, "Exactly!"
The ring finger said, "I am neck and neck with the index finger, but the use is somewhat different and the size is similar." Littlefinger said, "I am the youngest and thinnest of the five brothers, and I look like a beautiful little girl." If humans don't have us, they can't write, play the piano and eat ... "
At dawn, the five brothers stopped talking to welcome a new day.
7. Composition "Let's Make Handicrafts Together" (400 words)
The second class on Tuesday afternoon is art class. I don't like art class, but I'm looking forward to it, because today the art teacher is going to teach us how to make handicrafts.
After class, the teacher asked us to prepare cardboard, double-sided tape, scissors and bottle caps. I put them on the table one by one.
8. Finger self-report composition 400 words
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When the young master was sleeping, her five fingers whispered.
Thumb said, "Hey, this young master is really unsanitary. She put me in her mouth and ate my nails all day. You said she didn't know how dirty my nails were, so she ate me. It really hurts! "
The forefinger said, "Yes, yes. Little master is really dirty. Last time she had a stomachache, it was not because she didn't pay attention to hygiene. She plays games like burying sand and soil every day, and puts it in her mouth without washing her hands. Strangely, she doesn't have a stomachache. "
The middle finger said, "She is not only unsanitary, but also can't write well. Because of the wrong pen holding posture, I got a big cocoon early, which is ugly. Once, she didn't do her homework, but she didn't blame herself. She said that this broken hand, especially the middle finger, didn't do my homework, so I just hit and hit. This is ridiculous. Obviously, I didn't write my homework and hit me. "
The ring finger said, "It's outrageous to hit the third brother without doing your homework. Hey, it's hard for me too. Young master loves beauty, so he trapped me with what people call a ring and said everywhere,' Look how beautiful I am and the ring.' It hurts my whole body, alas! "
Littlefinger said, "5555. . . . . Young master painted my nails with what people call nail polish, and I want to vomit as soon as I smell that smell. "
No one knows that on such a dark night, five fingers are having a sad conversation. . . . . . .
9.xxx handwritten composition of 400 words.
Thank you, mom.
From birth to growth, there is one person who helps himself the most, gives the most love and has the best intentions, and that is our beloved mother. The birth of every child is a painful test and challenge for many mothers. The growth of every child is a difficult beginning of a mother's life.
Everyone's mother has her own way of loving her children, including strict love, encouraging love, cordial love, obvious love and hidden love ... My mother's love for me is unknown love, which is reflected in small things.
I remember it was another summer day. The wind seemed to be scared away by the sun, and even the clouds disappeared without a trace. I came home from my teacher's house. My mother didn't pick me up by bike as usual, so we had to walk to the station and go home by bus. The station is far from here, so we have to walk some distance to get to it. On the way, I felt sweat running down my hair, flowing over my face, DC flowing to the ground, and my lips were very dry. It seems that not only I am hot, but also the willows on the roadside are drooping their heads and chirping "cicada-cicada" in the trees. Suddenly, a chill came over my face. It turned out to be a cold drink shop. "Mom, I want to buy an ice cream." I looked at the soda fountain and couldn't help saying. "Then buy one." Mom agreed, and I bought an ice cream that was still cold. "Mom, aren't you going to buy one?" I asked my mother, and she said it was too cold and my stomach was upset. I insist that my mother take a bite. It's cold, but she just won't eat it. There are times when the thigh can't beat the arm. Finally, at my insistence, my mother only took a sip. The food she eats is sweet and fragrant. Looking at my mother, I feel my eyes are a little blurred and I want to cry. Come to think of it, since I started learning piano, my mother has been frugal every day and never spent a penny more. For my future, my mother has paid too much. I won't let my tears flow, for fear that my mother will find that I can't eat the ice cream in my mother's hand.
It's still hot, but I'm not hot at all, not because of the coolness brought by ice cream, but because of my mother's love.
Mother is a sacred role. I think my mother is like an angel sent by heaven to protect me. She raised me with love, educated me with her heart, and pinned all her good hopes on me. And I, how can I repay my mother? Money, status, rights, studies … are all material satisfaction, which can never repay my mother's love for me. A little respect and filial piety is not enough.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays."
As soon as we were born, the umbilical cord connecting us with our mother was cut off, but our spiritual blood relationship with our mother was hard to cut off for life.
Like most mothers, my mother is an ordinary person. However, she is great in my mind.
My mother not only gave me spiritual support, but also gave me substantive support, so that I could learn knowledge better.
That morning, after school, the teacher left us a notice that students who wanted to take part in math training should sign up for the intelligence training class of Little Champion, and the tuition fee was 250 yuan. Oh, my God, it's money again! Since the beginning of school, I have spent a lot of money and bought complete solutions and review materials ... A few days later, I took hundreds from home. Now, I ask my mother for money again. Hey ... Are you coming? When I got home, my mother asked me why I came back so late, so I had to tell the truth. Unexpectedly, my mother immediately agreed, saying, "Go, you must go, as long as you can improve your math scores, no matter how much it costs." Ok, mom will go to the bank to withdraw money this afternoon, and you can take it to register tomorrow. "Hearing this, my eyes filled with tears!
There's one more thing I remember. Once the weather turned cold, all the students in the class bought the most popular sneakers just released this year. I want them too. So I went home and told my mother. Unexpectedly, my mother said angrily, "your shoes have just been bought, and they are not broken." How can you buy it again? You know how to be popular. You go to school to study, not to keep up with the competition. The money for these shoes is not mom's. But the money is not worth spending. After hearing this, I was too ashamed to buy new shoes. Unexpectedly, two days later, when I came home from school, I saw the most popular sneakers this year on the bedroom floor, and there was a note that said, "Daughter, after your mother educated you that day, you can correct your mistakes in time. Very good. This pair of shoes was awarded to you by your mother. After reading it, I was too excited to speak.
Yes! Where to find such a good mother! What I get from her is not only the comfort of love, but also the truth of being a man and the attitude of living.
Yes! Motherly love is really the most selfless feeling. It falls on our hearts like 20 showers in spring. Although silent, it moistens a seedling of life.
10. Composition Grade 4 Volume 2 The story of me and such hands is 400 words.
It's snowing. It snows heavily! Confessions are on the ground, on trees and even on houses.
There was a snowstorm the other day, and the school had two days off. Yesterday, the teacher texted that a snowman would be made tomorrow. We trudged to school because of the deep snow. During the intermission, the snowman activity started as scheduled, and the students all prepared tools: green ribbons, black stones and colorful bottle caps, which became our tools. The teacher helped us find a place where the snowdrift was almost shaped, and then we first put all the snowdrifts together with a small shovel and photographed them.