The composition of the first-grade primary school writer 1 Everyone has their own respected celebrities. These celebrities may be great men, experts and scholars ... of course, I am no exception. The celebrity I admire in my heart is Madame Curie. Madame Curie is an immortal name in the history of world science. This great female scientist, she is the only famous scientist who won the Nobel Prize twice in two different disciplines. As an outstanding scientist, Madame Curie has social influence that ordinary scientists do not have. Especially because she is a pioneer of successful women, her model has inspired many people. Science is not for personal honor, not for personal gain, but for human happiness. This is the principle that Madame Curie and Mr. Curie have always followed. After discovering radium, in order to make radium serve the people as soon as possible, they refused to apply for patent right and immediately disclosed the method of extracting radium, although their own life was still very difficult at that time. During the First World War, in order to rescue the wounded, Madame Curie installed X-ray equipment in the car and ran around on the battlefield for reincarnation medical treatment, saving the lives of a large number of soldiers injured by bullets. When she first started to engage in radioactive research, she didn't take necessary protective measures because she didn't understand the destructive effect of radiation on human body. Later, she worked in a harsh environment for a long time, and harmful substances caused serious harm to her body and got pernicious anemia. Even when she was dying, she didn't have any complaints and regrets because of the hardships and misfortunes of life.
Dad, you are always busy at work and have no time to accompany me. I really want to be with you, even for a minute.
Recently, "Where is Dad going?" Very popular. I especially envy the children inside. They can travel with their father, talking and laughing all the way. Last year, you promised to travel with me, but this year you didn't deliver.
I remember when I was a child, whenever you stepped in the door, I would immediately run over and hug your thigh with my delicate little hand. You always pick me up happily, turn around a few times, then put me down and drag me for a walk and chat.
As you get older, you get busier and busier, and you are no longer as close to me as you were when you were a child. When you come back, I always call my father kindly. When I reached out to hug you, you just touched my head and said with a smile, "honey, I'm sorry, dad has a lot of things to finish, so I can't go out with you." Go with your friends! " Then he went into the study.
I was particularly sad at that time. Why did you treat me like a treasure before, but now you are so indifferent to me? Why? Is it because I have grown up? But why are the other children's fathers still with them? I went back to my room dejectedly.
Dad, I don't want this. If all this is because I grew up, I really want to go back to my childhood and let you hold me and walk with you all the time.
Dad, I want to go back to my childhood. I really want to be with you.
My teacher is not the most beautiful, but he is the simplest in my heart. Meticulous. He has a pair of big eyes with gods, a tall nose with black-rimmed glasses, thin lips and a typical "steamed stuffed bun face". Very kawaii (cute)
On the first day of school, I walked into the school with a feeling of anxiety. Just entering the school, an enthusiastic teacher ran over and said, "Hello, are you new here?" I am embarrassed to say "Yes". He smiled and took my hand, walked into the school and told me where it was with his hand. His mouth is still eloquent. When he got to middle school, he put his hand on his glasses and said, "This will be your class in the future. Don't be afraid of strangeness. This will be your second home in the future. Welcome! " When I entered the class, some boys whistled with their fingers to welcome me, some enthusiastic students looked up and waved to me, and some timid female students whispered: Welcome ~! "If it weren't for my good hearing, I couldn't hear you. The teacher told me a seat, and I sat down and smiled at my deskmate in a friendly way. My deskmate smiled back at me, but after a while, my bosom friend was born. At this time, the teacher took the book to the podium and said seriously, "There is another new classmate in our family. Don't bully him. "
Grandma is a kind grandmother, a grandmother who loves me, a grandmother who has paid a lot for her father, and a lonely old man ~
Grandma was not lonely before, because she was accompanied by her grandfather. But a few years ago, grandpa left my grandmother and left alone. Since then, grandma has become a lonely old man. Maybe grandma is not lonely, because he still has us. My parents want my grandmother to live with us, but she doesn't come to my house. Maybe grandma finds it inconvenient to live with us.
Grandma can't talk or hear. How I wish my grandmother could come to our home, so that I can do a little filial piety. Grandma can't speak or hear because of the influence of the old society. She used more medicine when she was ill. He loves me very much. I was young a few years ago because my family was poor at that time. My grandmother left me delicious food. I wanted my grandmother to eat with me, but she told me in sign language that she had already eaten. By chance, I found grandma eating all kinds of coarse grains! I didn't think so when I saw it. I didn't know until I grew up that my grandmother loved me as much as my mother did. My grandmother is a lonely person, she can't hear any sound, and some things can't be expressed in words! I hate that the medical skills in the old society killed my grandmother who loved me the most.
I am determined to repay my grandmother when I grow up, take her to see the best deaf-mute doctor, and let her enjoy the joy in the world. That is the most beautiful voice in the world!
When writing composition 5 in the first grade of primary school, I should ask my familiar' who is the person? That's my father. Dad has many characteristics. Let's talk about his hobbies first. Dad likes playing ball because he has been injured many times. Take last week as an example. My father sprained his hand playing basketball, and my mother was so anxious that she was busy all day.
The change of my father's face when he looked at my test paper really made my heart hang. If my score is high, his face will be sunny. If my father is not satisfied with my grades, his face will immediately enter a "storm". How I wish my father's face would always be sunny.
Dad likes playing computer, and he will turn on the computer whenever he has time. He either plays legends or plays chess. Every time he plays computer, when I want to say something to him, he always says that I will talk about it later, but after a while, he forgets all about it. Finally, only when I turn off the computer forcibly can he listen to me helplessly.
My father is like this-not only a fan but also a computer fan, but I still think he is cute.
My child's name is Xiaoli. She is seven years old, of medium height, with a ponytail. She is so beautiful that she seems to close her eyes when she smiles. She is a useful student.
One afternoon after school, it rained heavily. I walked in a hurry at the school gate. Xiaoli saw me and immediately ran over and said, "I have an umbrella." Let's go together! " "So we both went home together. After a while, it rained harder. Xiaoli saw it and quickly pushed the umbrella to my side. After walking for a long time, I found Xiaoli wet all over! He said quickly, "Look at you, you are all wet!" " "Say that finish, we will push the umbrella to Xiaoli. We walked and walked, and finally arrived at Xiaoli's home. Kind Xiaoli said, "I'm home. You can use an umbrella first! " I listened and said happily; "Thank you, Xiao Li." Xiaoli listened and replied, "You're welcome. Teachers often teach us that students should help each other. Goodbye! " I listened and said, "Goodbye." Go ahead. I am happy to go home.
Xiao Li is a very useful student.
Xiao Ming and Xiao Gang are twin brothers. They are eight years old this year. My brother Xiaoming is wearing a green coat, and my brother Xiaogang is wearing a red coat. They are naughty and clever.
One day, they were playing with fruit bowls at home. They dropped the fruit bowl and broke it. Brother Xiaoming picked up the broken plate and threw it into the trash can. Brother Xiaogang said, "Brother, don't throw it away. Wait for me. "
My younger brother Xiaogang brought some brushes and a box of paint from the room and said to his younger brother Xiaoming, "Brother, let's doodle with this broken fruit bowl."
They put the broken fruit bowl on the table and painted it carefully, which was soon finished. They painted the broken fruit bowl into two beautiful small fish. The little fish painted by my brother Xiaoming has a big mouth, and the little fish painted by Xiaogang has a sharp mouth. They glued "small fish" to the wall. The two brothers looked at it and said, "Look how beautiful our graffiti is!"
Xiaoming and Xiaogang are great. They can reuse discarded items, which is both beautiful and environmentally friendly. I will learn from Xiaoming and Xiaogang in the future.
My head teacher, Mr. Zhang, has a pair of magical big eyes. Don't underestimate it! When we watch educational films, she will lower her head and judge her homework, but no matter which one of us says a word or makes a little gesture, the teacher will accurately name those people.
I was shocked. Does the teacher have countless eyes? How else can she see clearly with her head down? At this time, my question marks will pop up one by one.
Sometimes she is like our big sister. She played nose to nose with us. At this moment, we cried and laughed, forgetting that she was our teacher.
She is sometimes like our bosom friend and will help us solve our difficulties.
Because I was nearsighted, my classmates laughed at me when I first wore glasses. After that, I never dared to wear them again. Knowing my trouble, the teacher told the whole class about it and asked them to respect me, which gave me the courage to put on my glasses again.
Sometimes she looks like her mother. Her mother went out of town a few days ago. I didn't write carefully and didn't change my diary. My performance was terrible. At this time, the teacher was very angry, staring at me and criticizing me severely. At this time, she really looks like her mother.
I really don't understand. What is my teacher like? But I like my teacher very much. I really hope she is my sister.
A pair of beautiful big eyes and long black hair, this is my beautiful mother. My mother is not only serious and responsible for her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. I remember when I was in primary school, I was particularly afraid of taking Chinese classes because Pinyin was too difficult to learn. After mom knew it, she made many pinyin cards. Play pinyin games with me every night. Gradually, those pinyin letters are no longer unfamiliar, and they love to raise their hands in class, which has also been praised by teachers. My mother is like a happy bird, and I know it is my mother who is happy for my study and progress.
I also have a bad habit of eating my fingers. My mother tried everything, but I couldn't change it. Finally, the fire broke out. She doesn't allow me to buy any snacks in the supermarket, and she doesn't allow me to eat ice cream when it is hot. I hate my mother a little. Dad said that my mother is also good for me. It is unsanitary to eat fingers, and it is easy to get sick. When I grow up, my fingers are ugly. I know my mother's painstaking efforts, and I hope I can get rid of this bad habit.
My mother is sometimes a mother who doesn't grow up, and she likes to be crazy and play with me. She and I are good friends. I love my mother, I will study hard and repay my mother's infinite love for me!
During the winter vacation, my parents and I went to Chengdu to play.
Chengdu, a colorful city, has both mala Tang and mala Tang. Chengdu people especially like to eat hemp and drink spicy food. There is authentic Sichuan dialect, and every word is intriguing; There is wonderful and delicious kungfu tea, which is amazing; There are also world-famous performances of Sichuan Opera, among which I think the most wonderful is the hilarious face-changing or amazing fire-breathing, which I have to admire.
One day, we went to Kuanzhai Lane, a famous scenic spot in Chengdu, with Aunt Yang and her family. There is a strong taste of old Chengdu here, and there is also a taste of combining Chinese and western. The architectural styles here are different, which makes me feel very interesting. In the afternoon, we went to a restaurant called "Chengdu Impression" for dinner, which also had a strong taste of old Chengdu: at the door, a second-class bronze carving shop was bending over and smiling to let you in; Hotels, such as ancient pagodas, are like common hotels in ancient times in movies. I have been to Chengdu many times, and this is my first experience. Aunt Yang and her uncle robbed a table near the stage. As soon as they entered, it was on the second floor, and there was a stage below. As soon as we turn our heads and look down, we can see the stage. At seven o'clock in the evening, the performance began. First, erhu, guzheng and pipa play together. The music is beautiful.
My grandfather is 66 years old, but he is not old at all. He is a warm-hearted little old man. Grandpa always wears a hat on his head. Under the carving of years, he has two eyebrows that are neither thick nor light, and his small eyes are bright. He likes to crush two walnuts with one hand, but he is diligent. Even at home, he is chopping wood and has a good cooking skill. He is definitely a "peerless man".
I remember on a rainy day, grandpa came home from farm work, and someone stopped him on the road. "It's good to see you, hurry up, someone's car fell off the bridge!" " "Grandpa threw down his umbrella and farm tools, plunged into the rain curtain and rushed to the bridge with the villagers." Look, that's the car. Now the road is slippery, eight people are pulling on it, and five boys are pushing on it, but they still can't get up. Ouch. "Grandpa quickly took off his coat and jumped into the river. It took a lot of effort to finally pull the car to the shallow water. After a while, the car docked and the owner said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you ..."
Say that finish, take out a stack of money to grandpa, grandpa hurriedly waved and shook his head and said, "what is this? This is what we should do, hehe. " This is my grandfather. He is kind, simple and helpful, which makes me hold my head high.
What friends does the first-grade writer 12 have? This is a very simple question, but it embarrassed countless people.
Friends are encouragement in failure, sharing in success, light in loss, blessing in happiness and harbor in loneliness.
We all need friends, and we can't live without them.
A true friend can be your punching bag when you are angry. True friends can't share joys and sorrows, because they can only share joys and sorrows.
Friends, like the first ray of sunshine on the horizon in the morning, light up your new day. Friends, like smiling faces, stretch your new day.
How many people have you told that you are my good friend? How many people say it to themselves?
I have a good friend, a really good friend. Her name is Li Zhuo, and a pair of glasses on her nose looks even cuter. She really did your thing, which is my thing. I remember reading an extra-curricular book in the evening study. Unfortunately, the director found it confiscated. She went to vouch for the teacher.
You have a friend who pays for you. Do you pay for her (him)?
My classmate Chen, eight years old, is very cute. A pair of bushy eyebrows and big eyes, like talking, are very pleasing. But when it comes to eating, he is cuter. Because he can attract many people to watch him eat. Every time I see him eating, my mouth is watering.
A few days ago, his mother ordered two meals for him and Liu Yilin in "Zanjia Lane", and he said "It's delicious" while eating. In a short time, a box lunch was gone. After dinner, he knelt on the chair and said; The sunshine is really beautiful. I am sleepy. Let's sleep in the chair. "The teacher was afraid that he was uncomfortable sleeping in the chair, so he went to sleep. In class, the teacher told him to get up and do his homework. I'm glad to take a nap at noon,' he wrote. This time, I have the strength to write. "Every time the teacher asked him to study, he always said that he was sleepy and had no strength.
This is my classmate Chen. Do you think he is cute? He brings us a lot of happiness every day and we all like him very much.
My mother is a primary school teacher. She has a young face, big watery eyes and black hair that reaches her waist. She is also a Putonghua tester.
Once I came home from school and waited for a long time. My mother hasn't come home yet. Who will cook for me? Dad is on a business trip again, and my stomach is growling with hunger. Suddenly, the door opened and my mother came back, followed by a student. She said kindly, "Are you hungry?" ? Come on, Krauts, have some cookies. "She put the cookies on the table and went to tutor the students. I silently took two biscuits and ate them. It was too dry, so I stopped eating and lay in bed angrily.
"Knock-knock-"The clock struck twice, and it was already six o'clock sharp. My mother finally sent the classmate away and said to me with a smile, "Ah, are you still angry with my mother?" This classmate has just returned to school on sick leave and hasn't done his homework for a month. If his mother doesn't make up lessons for him, how can this classmate keep up with his academic performance? " After listening to my mother's words, I am no longer angry, and the resentment just now has vanished.
Mom, you are really a good teacher who cares about students and forgets to work. I'm proud of you!
Composition by first-grade primary school writers 15 me
My name is Brother Yang. I have shiny black hair, black eyes like two black beans, a round face, modest ears, and a small mouth that loves to talk and sing under a high nose. I like wearing detective Allen's cartoon clothes that my mother bought me best.
I am a brave little boy. Yesterday, I went to Yang Yiyi's house to play. It's getting dark and I can't see the street clearly. I am ready to go home. I bid farewell to Yang Yiyi and bravely walked on my way home. I crossed the street and walked up the steps home step by step. Without street lamps, everything is dark. I can't see clearly. My heart is pounding and I am very scared. But I encourage myself to be brave in my heart. I am a man, so I have nothing to fear. I thought I would go home soon. I strode through the stone steps leading home and finally got home. My mother saw me go home alone and praised me for being so brave!
However, I am also a careless person sometimes. In a mid-term exam, a simple calculation problem was miscalculated, resulting in only 97 points in the math exam, which passed by 100. But I want to get rid of this carelessness, because carelessness sometimes makes big mistakes.
I am still a little boy who loves fantasy. My dream is to become a super male voice when I grow up, sing world famous songs and dedicate the most beautiful songs to fans who like me.