Composition of Grade One, 300 words.

In study, work and even life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. Writing is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. So have you ever studied composition? The following is a collection of 300 words and 9 junior one compositions for you. Welcome to share.

300 words 1 My friend called from Hershirtpeng, 69 Park Road, London. She is not tall and has a cherry mouth.

She is 16 years old this year. Her favorite languages are English and Chinese. She often participates in some competitions and English writing competitions. She likes watching TV, especially Chinese and English TV and movies. Because she is not tall, she likes playing basketball, so I hope he is tall.

This is my friend Peng's shirt.

Today is my first day to report to a new school. I came to a new class with excitement: Class 5, Grade 7. I walked in, and my class was full of strange faces. However, after a while, the students chatted and became good friends.

At this moment, footsteps came from the door, which turned out to be the teacher. The teacher is 1.6 meters tall, with crisp short hair, bright eyes and sharp eyes. As soon as he approaches, he will feel dangerous and severe. But slowly get along, I found that the teacher is very considerate and teaches well. No, the teacher told us a philosophy that benefited us a lot: making people happy because of my existence. The teacher told us, "Sometimes your little actions will make others feel very happy." The students listened with relish, never letting go of every bit of knowledge, just like a flower greedily sucking dew from petals. After that, we went to attend the opening meeting. The teacher said something to pay attention to, and the teacher also introduced the teachers in each class. I just know that our teacher was transferred from high school and is an experienced teacher. The students were very happy and said that a good teacher had been assigned to this class.

This is the first day of Class 5, Grade 7.

Do you know how hard the water drops are? I tell you, the power of water droplets is infinite. It can fall through a stone.

There is a stone lying like a rabbit in Taiji Cave in Guangde, Anhui Province, with a small hole in the middle. Everyone must ask how this small hole was formed. Let me tell you a secret. On this stone, water drops are constantly dripping from the cracks in the rock, and always drop in one place. Tens of thousands of years have passed. ................................................................................................................................................. Although the power of .........................'s water drop is insignificant, it has a single-minded goal and perseverance.

Not only small water droplets have the spirit of perseverance and perseverance. Many celebrities who have achieved great things have the same spirit. For example: Li Shizhen, Edison, Qi Baishi, Sima Guang, etc. The reason why these people have a successful career depends on this spirit of "dripping water wears away the stone".

Rain is ten thousand times more powerful than water drops, but it can't let stones pass through. It is because it has no single goal and can't persevere, so it can't drop water and wear away stones.

We must be single-minded and persistent in the future!

Sitting in the study and looking out of the window for 4 nights, the black night sky is embedded in your eyes. It is a deep and vast black, but it is not black. She always hides in a layer of silver gauze, as if she could never predict. The autumn night sky is always dotted with a few twinkling stars. When you look up at the starry sky, you will definitely forget all your troubles, because you have integrated into this night. At night, there will always be some cool breeze. I opened the window and let the breeze blow, stroking my face, very comfortable! I looked up at the night sky again and came across a bright star. Isn't that the Big Dipper? When I was a child, I heard from my mother that when you get lost in the wild, just look up at the night sky and you will find a conspicuous star-the Big Dipper, which will help you guide the way. I think we must study hard now and explore the mystery of the starry sky in the future!

Gradually, watching the stars has become a habit of mine. Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances, I will look down at the night sky. Because of her vastness, my heart became broad, no longer narrow, and I began to learn to be tolerant and learn to work hard by myself. The night sky really taught me a lot ... the night sky, you are so beautiful!

Today, we came to Wenyuan Mountain Villa, where we experienced the unique Huizhou cuisine.

The first dish is my favorite: Wanling brine chicken. You can tell by the name that it is Xuancheng's dish. The main ingredient of this dish is chicken. The lovely chicken is cooked in the pot for a period of time, and then mixed with some seasonings. After the chef's wonderful hand, a delicious salted chicken is ready. The salted chicken is ready, and the aroma is tangy, which makes people have the urge to eat it immediately. Brine chicken's meat is fresh and tender, with a long aftertaste, which is absolutely delicious.

The second course is shredded pork with fish flavor. For this dish, everyone has a question mark in their hearts: how can it be called fish-flavored shredded pork without fish? Let me tell you, the meat of this dish has a fishy smell under the action of various condiments! This dish is also named after it, and it is called fish-flavored shredded pork. First of all, we should blanch the meat, and then stir-fry it in a pot with seasonings such as onion and ginger. A magical scene happened: the flame came out of the pot, and we were all shocked. The chef is really great!

There is also a bean brain, which we ate at the table. However, I want to introduce you to another dish on the table: hot and sour soup. This dish is sour, but not very spicy. There are eggs, coriander and so on. The soup is thick and the vegetables are finely cut, like a fine work of art.

If you love food, come and have a taste!

After the Spring Festival, a new guest came to our family-she is cyclamen.

Cyclamen has seven pale pink flowers, which are imaginative against the green leaves. She flies in the air like a butterfly and dances on the clouds like seven fairies. The unopened flowers and bones under the leaves are like little people enjoying the cool in the shade, and like beautiful girls hiding under the leaves with their heads down shyly. Each pale pink flower of cyclamen has five petals, and two stamens protect the slender pistil. Touching her petals with your hands feels smooth and tender, which is really comfortable.

Close your eyes after you see her, and the beautiful appearance will make you unforgettable. Pale pink flowers are like butterflies and fairies, and they are indescribably beautiful.

I like cyclamen not only for its beauty, but also for its tenacious vitality. In winter, rich peonies are no longer in full bloom, orchids have long lost their fresh and elegant appearance, and beautiful camellias have long withered. Only she and Meihua give people beautiful enjoyment in winter. Not only does she bloom in the cold, but the flowers last for a long time. You see, it has been more than three months since she bloomed, but there is no sign of withering, and the longer she grows, the more prosperous she is.

I like cyclamen!

Write 300 words on the first day, 7 months in the sky! Thousands of lights adorn this beautiful town, and I inadvertently found that, in fact, home is such a warm word! Home is full of laughter, where there are father's loving eyes, mother's gentle smile, brother's witty words and my laughter! Home is carefree, there will be no mountains of homework, no arguments for no reason, and there will be no difference between good children and bad children! There is an article about home in a book. The wanderer said that home is a wound touched by beauty, and it hurts when touched lightly. Pulling the deepest string in my heart will burst my heart, but you are willing to touch it often! Home is a wind chime embedded in the sky. When the wind blows, there will be a wave in your heart, and melodious songs will ripple around you! Home is still a blue sky propped up by parents. Blue is clear and bright, recording countless joys and traces of Bai Niao's death in countless moments! I love home! I am homesick! Home, what a sunny sky, warm and beautiful, but not publicity, sadness and pain will eventually dissipate, forever silently supporting us behind! What a lovely home! Maybe one day, we are all old and dying, but in our frozen memory, everything about home will stay forever because we love it! We have never abandoned our home, and our home has never abandoned us. It has always been there, in a place called "heart"! Home equals love, forever!

There are three people in the family, and my mother is the one I want to introduce most.

Her eyes are not too big, her nose is straight, her hair is short and clean, and she is not very fat.

As long as I can remember, she has been working hard and busy all day; Every morning, she is always the first to get up, the first to buy food, then to make breakfast, and then to wake me up ... to "serve" me well. After sending me to school, she could have slept in bed for a while, but she had to "wait on" her father and prepare breakfast for him. After sending him to work, her mother had to go to work in a hurry.

My mother is not only diligent but also very frugal. She is always reluctant to throw away the leftovers at home, and often "destroys" them, leaving nothing. No matter what I think, I will never agree to buy something that has nothing to do with my study; The water for washing your face will not be poured out first, but used to wash your feet and then flush the toilet; When buying new clothes for my father and me, I seldom add some for myself. ...

My mother has always been particularly concerned about my study. When I come home from school, my father usually keeps a work diary, and my mother always helps me with my homework. The exam is coming, and I am especially told to pay attention to review. When I am bored, my mother will let me do extracurricular exercises or read extracurricular books. I am strict and won't let me relax too much.

I think my mother is very conscientious and feels her hard work, so after I finish my homework, I will try my best to help my mother do some housework. I will try not to ask my mother for help, so that she can relax and have more rest time.

I love my mother!

In my hometown, there is a small river with different scenery all year round.

In spring, there was a thin layer of fog on the river, and soon it began to rain, taking pictures of the sound of "Hua La" on the water. At this time, the river became naughty, and the river rushed forward, playing a happy symphony like a chasing child. There are several small eddies in front, which are the solos of brass in music.

In summer, the night is full of stars. Gradually, my eyes blurred and every star winked at me. Now the river is very quiet, like a child in a sweet dream. It seems that after a day's running, he doesn't want to stop, but he is tired and can't run, waiting to be awakened by tomorrow's sunshine.

In winter, the river freezes, and the sun, like a confident child, wants to try to jump up and shine the sunshine on this world. At this time, there is no spray, no small vortex, only the river flows slowly, so quiet that it seems that no sound can be heard. Raise your eyes and hope it is a silver mirror. There is a sad symphony hidden, and it seems to be a sad dance music.

I love the river in my hometown, the elegance in spring, the boldness in summer and the tranquility in winter!