Primary school students' full score composition classification Daquan

Chapter 7 Growing Pains (2)
"Big slob, the sun is shining on your butt, get up quickly!" My mother started her daily "compulsory course" again.I finally woke up from my dream and put on my clothes in a hurry, otherwise I would have to suffer from my mother's "indiscriminate bombing" nagging.In the midst of the fuss, I only heard a "bang", and I accidentally broke the glass pen holder on the bedside table, and the pen holder "dedicated heroically". "What's the matter?" Just when I was at a loss, my mother, who was two doors away, heard the sound and came in.She looked at the piece of glass on the ground and understood everything.The funny thing is, just as she was reaching out to "stamp" the "cutting edge" on my ass, the phone rang. "Really? That's great. I'll take Mengyin to the hospital right away." After answering the phone, her mother's expression changed from "cloudy" to "clear": "Mengyin, your aunt gave birth to twins! Let's hurry now Go to the hospital to visit them." My mother said to me happily.

Haha, my mother completely forgot about the incident of "the death of the pen holder" just now, and saved me a lot of pain. I am really grateful for the life-saving call.

Anger

After visiting my aunt, my mother and I went straight home.Before I put the key in the keyhole, Xiaobao, the "little guy" who lives opposite, pestered me to catch crabs.Catching crabs was originally a boy's "patent", but I couldn't resist the deliciousness of the grilled crabs, so I agreed to him.

After walking for more than half an hour, I finally arrived at the stream in front of Xiaobao's grandmother's house.The clear stream flowed rushingly, shining golden in the sunlight.While I was admiring the beautiful scenery of the countryside, a yellow dog suddenly jumped out of the woods and came straight to me. "Ah! Help!" I, who had "phobia of dogs", screamed and ran away.The big yellow dog chased desperately.Running and running, I tripped over a big rock, and a long gash was cut in my knee, which made me cry for my father and mother in pain.

Later, Xiaobao's cousin sent me home.When my mother saw that I had such a big gash, she hurriedly took me to the hospital for bandages and had several stitches on my knee.I was full of anger: If I hadn't gone to catch crabs with Xiaobao, if it hadn't been for that nasty big yellow dog chasing me, I wouldn't have been hurt like this.After all, the responsibility is still on me. This time, I really complied with the saying: A dumb man who eats Coptis chinensis cannot tell what he suffers.

Sorrow
At noon, because I hurt my leg, my mother issued an "imperial decree"—I was not allowed to go out to play for the whole afternoon. If I "resisted the decree", half a month's pocket money would be deducted.I had no choice but to lie on the window sill, looking at the friends who were having fun, my heart was filled with infinite sorrow, and I couldn't drive it away.

fun

Lo and behold, my stalwart dad is back from get off work.He carried a plastic bag of books, including my favorite "Children's Literature", "The King of Fairy Tales", "New Composition", "Youth Literature and Art", "Selected Miniature Novels" and so on.Looking at so many books, I was ecstatic, and I had already left my pain behind.I am a true bookworm, holding a book, sitting cross-legged on the bed, roaming in the ocean of books to my heart's content...

This is my day full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

The article is written neatly and gets to the point right from the start.The novel and unique four subheadings of "Happiness", "Anger", "Sorrow" and "Happy" make this article clear and structured, with playful language and images.From the development of the situation to the psychological activities, the records are vivid, lively and humorous.

"Blindness" for an hour
Eliza

I read an article - "Give Me Three Days of Light", which was written by the legendary American female writer Helen Keller.She was born blind, deaf and dumb, but she later became a famous writer.I thought: How can a blind person write such a good article?I can't help but want to try what it's like to be blind.

One day, I took a piece of cloth and covered my eyes.All of a sudden, my eyes were pitch black, and I couldn't see the wonderful pictures on the TV, only the sound could be heard.My mother took me around the spot 3 times, then she led me to a room and said, "You can go by yourself."

Hearing the sound of mother's footsteps going away, a trace of panic welled up in my heart.At this point, feeling helpless, I stretched out my hands and groped forward.Suddenly, I touched a big thing: "What is this?" It turned out to be my electronic organ, "Oh, I know where this is-this is my study!" I groped forward again, wow , It is even more difficult than the [-]-mile Long March.For a while, my head touched the wall, and for a while my feet touched the chair... I moved slowly and finally walked to the balcony.

The scent of jasmine lifted my spirits a bit.I smelled the scent of flowers and touched jasmine. Although I see jasmine every day, this time is different. I have never touched its leaves and flowers so seriously.The jasmine is as smooth and soft as silk when touched by hand, giving people such a wonderful feeling, not inferior to the white and jade-like jasmine I have seen.

I groped my way back and sat down carefully on the couch.My mother said: "Half an hour has passed, you can hold on for a while." At this time, I touched a rough hand, is this my mother's hand?When did mother's hands become like this?Maybe, my mother worked so hard for me, I have never touched my mother's hand seriously!
An hour later, my mother removed the cloth from my eyes, and I was able to see the sun again, I am so happy.I deeply realized: I was "blind" for an hour and couldn't hold back, and how difficult life is for those who are blind!

Through the special practical experience in daily life, the young author expresses his feelings and makes us think about the true meaning of life.In the state of "blindness", the young author touched the beauty of jasmine, understood why her mother's hands are so rough, and realized the hardships of life of the blind. These gains are of great significance to the young author.

moldy days

Jiang Fanghua

At six o'clock in the morning, I got up slowly, yawned, stretched, and set the alarm clock.I opened the window, fiddled with the curtains, took a look at the blue sky, and combed my young gray hair again.My mother shouted: "Fang'er, I'm going to be late!" Alas, life... I picked up my schoolbag, jumped on the motorcycle, and came to school.I walked lazily on the path.The classmate patted me on the shoulder: "Hey, what are you thinking?" I glanced at her and murmured: "The days are getting moldy." She widened her eyes: "What? I don't know why! Hurry up, class is about to start! "So, I walked into the classroom and the cage locked me.

Chinese class

The teacher is talking about composition.The beginning, the end, the central idea... I didn't listen to a single sentence, I just looked at the scenery outside the classroom and thought, can a composition be written like this?Formulaic limiting thinking, really!well!I bit the penholder, my head was dizzy, annoying!A class passed in such a muddled manner.The classmate saw it and asked me: "What are you thinking again?" I said: "The life is very annoying, the class is very annoying, really annoying!" Those composition clichés sounded in my ears again... I said in my heart: I love Chinese. , do not like Chinese class.The Chinese class is moldy... The classmate shook his head, baffled.

Thought class

The teacher is talking about protecting the environment.Principles [-], [-], [-]...Measures A, B, C...booming, not practical; the giant of language, the dwarf of action.Shajing's creeks are all stinky, Shajing's streets are full of torn paper...why don't you let us investigate?Why don't we clean it up?Why not ask the mayor to come and have a discussion with us?What about environmental protection!Facts are in front of you, action is the most real!What kind of tricks are you doing if you still think about morality!Oh, annoying!I hate to think.

math class

The teacher handed out a large paper: "As for the questions, there will be a unified examination. Whoever fails in the examination, please don't blame me..." How about it, you peeled off our skins?

Physical education

Wow, finally... wait a minute and be happy, the teacher announced: change to English, and there is a competition.The English teacher came in: "Do the questions!" What kind of English class is this?I suddenly remembered a doggerel: "I am Chinese, I don't study foreign languages. I failed in English because I am patriotic." Nonsense, of course it is wrong.But learning English like this is really annoying!English, I originally liked you!The classmate squinted at me and exclaimed: "Ah! You have a lot more white hair, don't you..." I yelled: "Unlucky, unlucky! The days are unlucky, and my hair is unlucky!" "

After school, I escaped from the cage, but the mood is "the sound of the waves is still"!
The author of this article writes his different views on classroom learning and his desire for freedom in a playful style, which reflects the "rebellious" psychology of a thinking teenager.After reading it, in addition to making people laugh, it also makes people feel bitter.The strong contrast between the seemingly relaxed tone and the heavy mood is the most prominent feature of this article.

a photo of memories
胡星
I have a colorful photo folder, which contains a "family portrait" taken with my father and mother.How happy I am smiling above!But now when I see it, I can't help but want to cry.

Looking at the photos, my thoughts flew back to a summer five years ago - my father and mother said they would take me to Beijing to play, and I jumped up for joy.That day, my mother silently put on new clothes for me, and our family flew to Beijing.

In Beijing, I saw the majestic Tiananmen Square and witnessed the raising of the national flag.My father and mother also took me to visit the towering and magnificent Great Wall, the historic Forbidden City, the picturesque Summer Palace, and childlike parks.I remember when I was playing in the park, I saw colorful flowers everywhere, lively fountains, and strangely shaped rockeries... so beautiful!I took my father and mother, took the "electric train" for a while, and took the "steam boat" for a while, having a good time.

Three days have passed in a flash, and we are going home.I am really reluctant to leave the beautiful Beijing.When we walked to Tiananmen Square again, I saw an uncle taking pictures coming, so I had an idea and shouted: "Dad, Mom, let's take a picture here!" So Dad used his big, strong hands Pick me up, my mother put her face against my little cheek, and me, with one arm around my mother and the other around my father... I think I am the happiest person in the world.

However, the good times didn't last long, and this photo actually became a painful memory for me.Later, for some reason, my father often quarreled with my mother over little things, and the quarrel became more and more intense.In the end, my father went to work in a kiln factory in other places, and never came home.I miss my father so much, I asked my mother: "Why doesn't Dad come back?" My mother held me in her arms and said softly: "My child, Dad will come back." Looking at the tears in my mother's eyes, I was too scared to ask again.Finally, on the day of my birthday last year, my father came back from the kiln factory and invited relatives and friends to celebrate my 10th birthday in style.I should have been very happy that day, but seeing my father and mother doing things in silence without saying a word, I was very sad.The next day my father hurried back to the kiln again.Later, I learned from neighbors that my father and mother were getting divorced.I couldn't believe it after hearing it, how could my father who loves me so much... I just cried for the whole afternoon and didn't eat dinner, and then I fell asleep in a daze at some point.In the dream, my father was smiling at me and patted my shoulder gently... I shouted: "Dad." After waking up, there is no sign of my father!It turned out to be a dream.How I wish I could stay in the dream forever and never wake up.Dear dad, have you heard your son's affectionate call?

It's been five years, and the photo is still brand new, and I've treasured it with care.Dear dad, I heard from grandpa and grandma that you have not formally gone through the divorce procedures, which means that I still have a glimmer of hope.Dear dad, come back soon!My mother and I are waiting for you to take another "family portrait", so that I can always enjoy the happiness of this warm family.

A photo not only bears the joy of the young author, but also witnesses the sadness of the young author.The young author expresses his own feelings with affectionate words and fluent writing style, which makes the reading real, natural and touching. "Dear dad, come back soon!" This is the most affectionate call from the bottom of the son's heart.

I really want to say "BYEBYE" to the piano

Shen Wen
When I was 8 and a half years old, my father bought me a piano. At first, I liked it very much, but gradually, I hated it and hoped to sell the piano.What's going on here?We have to start from the beginning.

In order to cultivate one of my specialties, my parents bought a brand new piano from Wuhan and hired me a special piano teacher with their years of savings.I used to like playing the piano very much. Every time I finished the piano class, I would sit happily on the piano bench as soon as I got home, reading the score and playing seriously, and my parents also came over to watch me play.However, their harsh reprimands always sounded in my ears: "Finger deflated again!" "Finger raised!" This is my mother's cold voice. "Wrong play!" "Replay!" "What's wrong?" This is Dad's stern roar.

When I heard these reprimands, the joy I had at the beginning disappeared, and I played listlessly.My mother saw that I was not energetic at all. Not only did she not comfort me or pity me, she also said angrily: "No one else has the conditions to buy a piano. I will save money to create conditions for you, and you don't cherish them!" Dad lost his temper. and said: "You! What a precious time slipped away like this, you will regret it when you grow up!" Dad spoke lightly, but the weight of criticism was very heavy.I felt wronged, and tears came out of my eyes involuntarily.Every day, in this dull atmosphere, I pouted and played the homework assigned by the piano teacher with tears in my eyes, and completed the practice tasks prescribed by my mother.

I hope my father will sell the piano, because then I can take a break after finishing my homework, read extra-curricular books, and don't have to play the piano anymore.I hope that my parents will sell the piano, because then I can talk to my beloved toy "Mickey Mouse", go "crazy" with my neighbor's brothers and sisters in front of the building, and go out with my classmates to embrace the beauty of nature.However, every time I put down the pen, just picked up the extra-curricular books, and just took out the toys, Mom and Dad will appear in front of me and say to me: "Go to practice the piano!" It rang, and I spent the whole day in this kind of suspense.

I am playing the piano, listening to the play of my friends outside the window, how I envy them!I sincerely hope to sell this behemoth and happily say "byebye" to it!
Mom and Dad, please don't treat me like this, give me some freedom and time!

The little author's parents did not hesitate to take out their savings for many years to buy the piano back from other places, but the little author really hoped to sell it.From a pure perspective, the little author expresses his wish - to have a little freedom and time.The writing is fluent, and the ending expresses one's own feelings.

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