The song of tooth extraction comes from that cartoon.

Three years gone with the wind is not in the animation.

In the third year, 1982' s Japanese classic song lasted for a long time and was still being re-created. With this song, there are many video clips made with harem animation, which has a very humorous effect. The prelude and chorus can be called "tooth extraction, tooth extraction, tooth extraction ~ tooth extraction ~", so it is also called "tooth extraction song".

Boya composition 30O

My dog I have a little yellow dog, covered in golden hair and as bright as oil; Round, black and bright eyes, like beads, turn around all day; It has a long mouth and a pair of very clever ears. If there is any noise nearby, it will prick up its ears. The yellow claws are like four plum blossoms, and the upturned tail is always swaying leisurely, which looks very pleasing.

I named it Xiao Huang.

"Xiao Huang" likes to lie on the ground and bask in the sun during the day, but at night, it guards like a doorman, and calls whenever there is any movement.

It is never picky about food, and even eats leftovers with relish.

It is also smart and good at thinking.

On one occasion, I filled the bucket with clean water, and "Xiao Huang" came running, wagging his tail and craning his neck to drink water. But the bucket was too high to drink, and he wouldn't give up. It turned around the bucket several times, then held its head high proudly, and put its front paws on the edge of the bucket, pressing hard. The bucket fell and the water spilled all over the floor. He drank enough, hehe! Xiao Huang also calls at different lengths.

I am enthusiastic when I am happy and indifferent when I am unhappy.

When others bully me, it will see me and help me.

It barked, and no one else dared to bully me anymore.

Xiao Huang still likes to play in the water.

No sooner had it rained than I ran out. Seeing a small puddle, I ran to catch the water with my little paws. I grabbed it several times and felt dissatisfied, so I jumped with a plop. This is a bad thing. I'm all wet, hehe! Trembling with cold.

This is my "Xiao Huang", really naive and lively, naughty and lovely!

Fifty sentences of tooth extraction in the diary of primary school students

Two days before tooth extraction, one tooth was loose, and it hurt when touched, so I could hardly eat anything.

Mom took me to the dentist. The dentist said that there were new teeth below, and the loose teeth above should be pulled out.

The doctor put some medicine on my teeth and I felt numb. The doctor said it was anesthetic.

Then the doctor took a pair of pliers while I was not looking, and suddenly unscrewed his teeth like lightning, making me cry.

I feel a little painful after pulling it out, but I think it's all pulled out anyway, and it doesn't hurt much. It's no use crying, so I won't cry.

...

What are the 350 words about tug-of-war in the composition?

Tug-of-War Competition In order to celebrate the arrival of June 1st, the school specially held a grand tug-of-war competition. The students were ecstatic when they heard the news. Go to the playground, the tug-of-war is about to start.

I don't know where the news came from.

The students hurried to the playground, only to hear the referee announce the rules of the game, and then officially started.

Started, the scene changed from low tide to * * *, the cheers of the students and the sound of stamping feet merged into one, and finally came to our class. Male students immediately went into battle, stood up, posed, and became "work" departments, putting their feet on their feet and hooking them up; Lean back and grab the hemp rope with your hands like iron tongs.

Waiting for the whistle to sound, the students will try their best to suck milk, like tigers.

The tendons in our hands are abrupt.

The muscles are tight, the hair on the body is straight, the hair stands up, the forehead shrinks into a circle, the palms are red with the rope, and some even blister and sweat.

Despite this, we still pull hard, and the more we hold hands, the more "malicious". We gritted our teeth and endured the pain, thinking: we must persist, we must not relax, and we must win if we want to win.

Our legs keep moving backwards and farther away, and the red scarf slowly moves closer to us from the middle point.

The victory is imminent, and Class 6 15 is not to be outdone. They all tried their best, bulging their cheeks and swollen their faces, like steel soldiers.

We thought we were going to win, so we didn't pay attention to each other, but/kloc-class 0/5, while we were not paying attention, came a sudden "attack"

This will make us dizzy and stagger, as if we had drunk * * *.

The red scarf is getting closer and closer to each other. What should I do? Some teachers around encouraged us to cheer for us, and the students began to calm down and cheer up. The cheerleaders also cheered for us: "Come on, 16 class, come on ……" Listening to the cheering sound of the cheerleaders, we suddenly felt full of energy and pulled the rope back hard. The red scarf slowly leaned over to us, "Win!" We cheered.

In the second game, because the students were too proud last time, the whole army was wiped out.

The same is true in the third inning. At this time, we didn't lose heart, because we tried our best.

Therefore, we should also shout for our victory: "Ah! We "won" ... "This kind of voice is also the voice of victory and unity.

It, echoed in the sky for a long time.

Ah, what a tug of war! It not only makes our friendship deeper, stronger and more United, but also brings us great happiness. On Friday, our fourth grade held a fierce tug-of-war on the playground.

On the playground, the students' cheers and stomping are integrated.

With the eager anticipation of the students, the competition is about to begin.

Athletes of all classes threw themselves into battle with high spirits. They squared up and stared at the team, clutching the hemp rope with both hands like iron tongs, just waiting for the referee to give the order.

When the whistle sounded, the students tried their best to suck milk and try to pull back like a bullfight.

Some students have tight muscles and prominent tendons, and soon sweat seeps out of their faces.

Many students' hands are red with the rope, but they still bite their teeth, endure the pain and keep pulling.

With the concerted efforts of Qi Xin's Qi Xin, the red belt in the middle of the rope slowly moved to our side.

The cheerleaders in our class saw this situation and shouted happily: "Come on! Come on! We are going to win! " Not to be outdone when the other side saw the bad situation, with the support of their own cheerleaders, their own players also tried their best, some drummed their cheeks, and some shouted while pulling hard.

The red ribbon on the rope moved to their side again.

Seeing that the victory in front of us is far from us, the cheerleaders are in a hurry: "Not good! Come on! Lean back! Push-"hey! The shout really worked, and the rope gradually moved to our side.

"One, two, three, come on! One, two, three, come on! " The cheerleaders shouted for us rhythmically, and our players seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Red tape is moving towards us bit by bit, and it is useless for the other party to work hard.

Who knows that we pushed too hard, and the rope was suddenly broken, and all the students fell to the ground. The worst thing is me, because I was the last one, and my classmates all pressed on me, almost squeezing out all my lunch.

We won the first game, and the students applauded each other regardless of the pain in their hands.

Knowing that the other side was not satisfied, they asked us to play one more game with them, and we readily agreed.

I thought to myself: I'll drag you here right now to see if you're still convinced. Hey! Who knows that the other side played a shameless trick-the whole class played together, so we lost a game.

However, the game they won was disgraceful.

I think: you don't have to win the game, it's better than friendship, spirit and style. That's all that matters.

An unforgettable tug-of-war, Yan Boxuan, a class of four in Minzu Street Primary School in Fuxin City, Liaoning Province, has been washing away my memory like a torrent. Many things have been blurred, but in my heart, there is one thing that has always made me unforgettable.

I remember it was last autumn. In the composition class, the teacher organized a tug-of-war competition in order to let us exercise, cultivate sentiment and cultivate observation.

The teacher divided us into two teams, one is the tiger team and the other is the eagle team.

I was assigned to the eagles.

The strength of the two teams is equal, the students hold their heads high, and a tit-for-tat game is about to begin.

With the teacher's whistle, the game began.

The players on both sides clutched the rope tightly, landed one by one, leaned back and pulled the rope desperately in their own direction.

The red ribbon in the middle of the rope was moved to the tiger and the eagle for a while, to outdo each other.

Cheerleaders from both sides also shouted in unison and kept beating drums for their teams.

My hands were red, but the rope still didn't move, and the two sides entered a stalemate.

At this time, our players were all red-eyed, some were flushed, some were grinning, and some were clutching the rope and struggling to pull in their own direction.

Finally, our team did its best. With the shouts of cheerleaders, HongLing suddenly moved towards us, and our eagles won.

Later, before our team won two games, ...

A work created with clumsy teeth and tongue.

There are 24 neat teeth and a soft tongue in a man's mouth.

One day, teeth and tongue quarreled. The tooth said, "You are so soft that you are of no use to your master!" " The tongue said, "I am very useful to my master." Without my master, I won't feel the ups and downs. " Teeth also roll their eyes at the tongue, and there is a feeling of looking down on people.

Proud teeth also said to the tongue, "You look so weak, you look at me, you look at me, how strong I am."

Bones, hard rice cakes, crispy rice ... these hard things can't beat me.

Hearing this, the tongue was not ashamed at all and said, "I am not small." If I don't hold the food, you can't bite. " Before my tongue was finished, my teeth became red with anger, and I bit my tongue hard and made it bloody.

The tongue asked angrily, "Why did you do this to me?" This time, the tongue issued a cruel sentence: "wait and see!" " Fang Ya also said, "Well, let's see who is the loser, or we don't have to compete. Anyway, I will definitely win!" " "The tongue also said rudely," Isn't it? " In this way, their competition began.

After more than ten years, the man became old and became an old man.

Teeth can hardly bite hard things, but the tongue is still very flexible.

Once, the old man bit a tooth and went to the hospital to have it pulled out.

After that, the tooth competing with the tongue watched its brothers and sisters being pulled out one by one, and it regretted it. In the past, it shouldn't bully its tongue like this and say to it, "I'm sorry, tongue, I shouldn't have quarreled with you before."

"The tongue said," it is good to know.

"The night before tooth extraction, my teeth and tongue had a wonderful night.

This fairy tale tells us not to be too proud. Once you are proud, you will come to no good end.

...

A composition about elephants.

The elephant Benben is a strongman in the forest, but he is always clumsy and does not seek progress. He thinks about beautiful things falling from the sky all day.

One day, Benben was playing in the forest. He saw a big luxurious house by the river with the words: Forest Mud of Banana Company.

Next to it is a notice in black on a white background: Do you want to eat bananas? Come to the forest mud of banana company if you want to eat it. A catty of mud can be exchanged for a bunch of bananas ... Benben read the notice and thought: Since there is such a good thing, I will try my luck and then run to the mud pond.

In the mud pond, Benben jumped in with all his strength.

Suddenly, the mud was like falling rain beads.

After a while, Benben was covered in mud and looked like a big bear. He walked slowly to the river.

On the way, the little mouse jumped out of the bushes and said to Benben in a panic, "Benben, Benben! You must never go to the river, where there are a group of flower cats who say they can exchange soil for bananas, but in fact they want to pull out your ivory! ! "Stupid smile, don't believe this little guy, swaggering away with disdain.

When he came to the river, Benben knocked on the door. A smiling flower cat invited Benben in and said to him, "Weigh the mud on you first.

"Benben is scraping mud defenseless, only to see the cat grinned. Several cats appeared from behind, rushed up to tie Benben up, and took out a saw to saw Benben's ivory.

At this critical moment, the little mouse broke through the gate with other animals and saved Benben.

How guilty you feel about being stupid. Since then, Benben has become a hardworking and simple person, and no longer believes in such beautiful things.

Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Quiet Night"

Sitting alone by the window, looking up at the long-lost night sky.

The stars dotted under the dim night sky add a bit of loneliness and sadness.

It has been an indisputable fact for thousands of years that the night is quiet.

Under the night sky, children lean on grandpa's thigh to listen to old fairy tales, which has become the most beautiful melody in people's lives.

Time can destroy everything.

Like that bug, it slowly eats everything in our past.

I don't know when I started, but I can't find children who go to the forest to pat cicadas in droves at night.

The innocence of childhood has been burned out by the fireworks of time.

Remaining knowledge, remaining memory.

Here and now, in this situation, everything is the same.

However, times have changed, and the same quiet night is far from the fairy-tale night I am familiar with.

The stars are as bright as ever, but they are not so clever.

I won't be excited about the appearance of a plane in the night sky, nor will I cheer for the unexpected popularity.

It suddenly began to rain in Mao Mao in Mao Mao outside the window. It seems that even God knows the pain and loss in my heart.

Why pain and innocence are always children's patents.

Pain Why does sadness always linger behind you like a shadow?

I tried to find the innocence that once belonged to me.

However, everything is in vain. When I thought I found it, I found it was not the original one.

I regret why I am so stupid. I am tired, not because I chased her, but when I chased her, I found it was not it.

I tried to compromise, but I was unwilling, unwilling why I worked so hard and ended up with nothing.

Later, I learned to give up.

Put down that heavy burden.

At this time, my heart was suddenly enlightened, as if I had suddenly entered the Peach Blossom Garden in a dark cave.

I don't know when the rain outside the window has stopped, and the night is quiet again.

Although the stars lost their former agility, they gained a little more.

I won't cheer for the meteor again, but I will think about what it looks like.

It was late at night, and everything in the world fell asleep.

Everything is looking forward to tomorrow

Close your eyes, I'm not worried, but I have a long-lost smile in my sleep …

My hometown composition is 300 words.

I don't know which fairy stole the dust from the sky. When she went back, she accidentally left a silver necklace around her neck in the field of her hometown village, so that the naked children could throw it around and have fun in the water.

The water is clear and mellow, Ming Che, cool and sweet.

A spring eye provides food and drinks for generations in the village.

At that time, farmers hardly boiled water at home, and they were thirsty. They scooped a ladle or held a few handfuls of spring water, sent them to their mouths, and wiped their mouths contentedly, feeling sweet and cold.

Nowadays, when I sit in a cold drink shop licking ice cream or drinking tea in a tea bar, I can't find that feeling anymore.

The road twists and turns, winding in the grass, which is a long rope for measuring the foot board.

Many ancestors, who have never measured the length of their feet all their lives, walked into the land full of weeds and rested.

Only a few troublemakers who loved to play with slingshots when they were young smashed the paper on Uncle Zhang's window when they were studying, and ran out to straighten and widen the road with four-wheelers.

When I saw the rainbow in the sky on the bridge, I thought of the small stone arch bridge at the entrance of the village.

People in the village have stepped on it all the time. How can they not be tired? In the cracks between the stones of the bridge, there are green grass, some are still in full bloom, and clusters of shrubs have luxuriantly grown out of the bridge deck. I don't think this is a lock of beard growing on a stone bridge! Whether it is telling people that it is old, it should retire.

The full moon hung high, but the moon cake in my hand was broken into pieces by my mother.

The story of grandpa growing up with a beard is like the cotton head in grandma's hand when spinning. The longer it takes, the more endless it becomes.

However, the night of Mid-Autumn Festival is not long. I often fall asleep and have a dream under grandma's cattail leaf fan, which slowly beats mosquitoes.

The tree once remembered that in addition to the surrounding mountains, there was another tree growing in the backyard, in front of the door, on the creek embankment and by the roadside.

In spring, the leaves on the trees and the crops in the field become two layers of green waves in the air and on the ground, fluttering in the wind, swaying and competing with each other.

Taking a breath is also green, moist and fresh.

Now is the story in my children's eyes.

I saw some decapitated and amputated trees in the streets and parks. Is this Screaming Trees? It's like seeing animals locked in a zoo. Although they also have life, they are just docile, without spirituality and wildness, and more sad.

The rough voice of the song can make the valley shake with a roar.

I don't know the staff, and I don't know the feathers of the palace merchants. All I did was shout out my joy, sadness, thoughts and love, which eclipsed the imported bel canto.

My brother's song was Cupid's whistling arrow, which hit A-mei's bull's-eye.

Nowadays, it has been replaced by rock music on TV. Only old people who are old or have tasted the sweetness will lick the mouth of a toothless frog and say, I can't hear you.

Changes in hometown "Yuanyuan, why don't you go home and have a look?" Dad asked me again.

I am still an old saying: "No, never!" At this time, it reminded me of something I used to do in my hometown: the place where we slept was on a dry thatch, and there were no mosquito nets. Mosquitoes bite insects at night, which keeps me awake all night; There are piles of cow dung in front of the door, which are smelly and dirty. I don't know what my feet will look like when I step on them. The muddy road is full of puddles. If you accidentally step into a puddle, your whole foot will sink, and finally you can pull it out, but your shoes will stay in the mire ... Dad seems to see my mind and say to me, "My hometown is not what it used to be."

"I thought to myself: Is this true? So I followed my grandfather back to my hometown by car.

Came to my hometown, ah! How beautiful! Is this my vertigo? I rubbed my eyes, didn't I? The original bumpy path has now become a flat asphalt road, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, bees singing, butterflies flying and tall buildings rising.

My father and I came to my uncle's house. Wow, my uncle's house has also changed. The walls are painted as white as snow, as if they were made of powder and Daiyu, as if they were wrapped in white.

The furniture is also brand-new, engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns.

The house is so big that they don't have to cook with a stove anymore. It's all changed into a gas stove, which is convenient and fast ... I feel like I'm in a fairyland on earth.

My uncle took me into a room and opened a piece of cloth. Ah, this is exactly what I am familiar with-a computer.

My uncle operates the computer skillfully, just like talking about the piano.

My sister also has a computer. She is good at playing with computers.

The old social concept of son preference is gone forever now.

I didn't expect the quality of my hometown people to improve so quickly! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw that those farmers in the distance no longer used old Niu Gengdi, but used various tractors.

The sound when plowing seems to praise the changes in my hometown.

The people in my hometown have changed, the land has changed, the transportation is convenient, and there are telephones and so on.

But what caused these changes? I was puzzled when two women were talking and laughing.

One said, "It's not as good as * * *, because I don't prefer boys to girls.

I just found out now that girls are so great! ""so is my daughter ... "I suddenly realized that this is the credit of * * *! I think: if we talk about the future, it will definitely get better here!

A 400-word composition about the details of the characters.

When I was in primary school, my home was close to school. Every day, my mother picks me up at the school gate.

She comes to pick me up from work early every day, and then goes out to deal with dinner at dinner time.

Every time I cross the street, my mother always holds my left hand with her right hand and looks at the cars coming and going.

Sometimes there are too many people, and she is afraid of crowding me. She always waits for someone to pass by before holding my hand and running across the road.

It was not until she stood on the sidewalk that she let go of my hand and felt relieved.

At that time, my mouth kept a beautiful radian every day.

An autumn rain and a cold, I am a careless child, and I always forget to bring my umbrella when I go out in this rainy season.

Well, that day, despite my mother's repeated exhortations, I left home empty-handed.

God was not beautiful that day, but it rained after school. It is neither too big nor too small, but the rain has never stopped.

I looked anxiously at the door, hoping that my mother would pick me up soon ... Finally, I saw my mother in the rain, and she was waiting for me with a lovely little blue umbrella. When she saw me running, she quickly covered me under the umbrella.

I tilted my head and looked at my mother and the lovely little blue umbrella, but I saw my mother's loving smiling face and the blue sky she held up for me.

On the way home, I jumped under the umbrella, and my mother trotted behind me. Even so, there is not even a drop of rain on me.

I was curious about how big this umbrella was, but I turned to look at my mother. Her clothes were half wet, and the rain slid over my arm. Seeing what I wanted to say, she motioned me not to talk and gave me a calm smile.

Peel oranges and write 400 words.

Peeling oranges at noon today, I skipped to grandma's shop. Before I entered the door, I saw my aunt eating oranges inside, and her mouth was greedy. I am the king of fruit in my family, and there is not much fruit left at home, so my eyes turned into oranges when I saw my aunt eating oranges.

I quickly put down my schoolbag and asked my grandmother for a big orange. Looking at the bright orange in my hand makes my mouth water. I can't wait to put my hand into the orange peel, but no matter how hard I try, the orange won't get hurt. I looked around, hoping that things around me would give me some inspiration.

At this time, my grandmother invited me to eat sweet potatoes. When I opened my mouth to bite the sweet potato, I suddenly remembered my teeth. Because my teeth are the sharpest in my family, why not bite the orange peel with my teeth? I put down my sweet potato, picked up the orange, took a bite, immediately spat out the orange peel, and spat a few mouthfuls, because the taste of the orange peel was really bitter, but when I saw the pulp inside, I was secretly happy and quickly put my hand into the orange peel. Maybe I was too impatient to insert it in the wrong direction, and the juice splashed into my eyes like an arrow, so I didn't have time to dodge. I let go and blindfolded.

The sprayed orange fell to the ground. I wanted to open my eyes to see what was going on, but as soon as I opened them, my eyes immediately felt pain and I had to close them again.

After a while, my eyes stopped hurting, and I saw the broken oranges on the ground, alas! Sighed and declared failure.

I had to ask my grandmother for another orange, thinking, "Am I too impatient and a little impatient?"

"I bit this orange peel and peeled it slowly with my heart. When I peeled off the last piece of skin, I found that it was very, very thin. Thinking of the suffering just now, I can't say "no, no, no" with my teeth. I had to look around again to see if there was anything around to help peel this skin. Suddenly, a fruit knife appeared in front of me and said to myself, "Yes, what's the matter?"? "

"I peeled it carefully with a knife, afraid of cutting more pulp, and afraid of oranges falling to the ground. Finally, many good things happen. After peeling the last orange peel, I don't know how happy I am to eat my own peeled oranges! Peeling oranges is really "learning". If you don't know how to think, your brain will be useless. Skillfully peeling oranges is my favorite, but grandma said it was too much trouble to eat oranges and wouldn't buy them for me.

Today, I went shopping with my grandmother, and I was clamoring to buy oranges. Grandma reluctantly agreed to buy me a small box of oranges.

When I got home, I quickly opened the orange box.

Hey! A white bag.

On the bag, there is an orange smart dial and instructions.

"Great, why this new weapon!" I first looked at the illustrations in the manual, and then took out a light yellow smart dial like a small rake.

Then I took the orange in my hand and walked around the table. When the orange is soft, I gently scratched a trace from the handle of the orange with a clever dial. I drew six tracks evenly. Finally, I gently pick the other end of the dexterous dial, and the orange and peel will naturally separate.

I excitedly called grandma to see and peeled one for her.

Grandma smiled and said, "With this clever dial, you won't have to worry about not eating oranges in the future.

The central part of the tug-of-war composition (point-surface combination),

An unforgettable tug-of-war time is like a torrent, which constantly washes away my memory. Many things have been blurred, but in my heart, there is one thing that I will never forget.