Chuang primary school composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition of Window Primary School, which is welcome for your reference and I hope it will help you.

There are many interesting things by the window facing the street.

The most interesting thing is the sprinkler. When the sprinkler sprinkled water, many people just crossed the road and ran back quickly, which was very funny. When they want to cross the road again, they often have to wait for the next traffic light.

Every morning, the sprinkler will pass by the window. The sound of "shuashua shua" is like the most accurate alarm clock. I always appear in front of the window on time. I have been looking forward to the day when its water sprayed on passers-by, expecting to see his expression at that time. I imagined that his expression was either like the snow leopard written by Shen, with his mouth wide open and his face twisted, or like the van driver whose foot was punctured by glass, with a painful face.

Finally, one day, I saw the "beautiful scenery" as I wished. Several people were scattered in the middle of the road that day, waiting for the traffic lights in another lane. The first thing to suffer was an old lady with a parasol. Seeing that the sprinkler was getting closer and closer, she calmly and playfully hit the water column with her umbrella-the water column of "brush" hit the sunshade and escaped! Others are not so lucky. They were sprayed with water before they could run back. The effect is even more wonderful than the ferocious face of the snow leopard! I told my parents this scene excitedly, but they were still sleeping, so I could only be secretly excited.

At night, through the window, you can hear many interesting sounds! Every night when I go to bed, I always fall asleep with the sound of cars passing by. Lying in bed, in the dark, I heard the horn coming from my ear. I seem to see cars crowded on the road. You won't let me, I won't let you, and I won't let you. In order to outdo each other, snores come and go, just like a voice contest to see who is louder. Sometimes, I can clearly hear a child crying loudly in the empty street from the window: "Ola ~ ~ mom-mom!" " "Then there is always a woman's voice, sometimes it is" forget it if you don't come with me, it's annoying! Or sometimes it is "stop crying, what a shame!" "At this time, I was thinking that there might be a child who wanted something to eat and play, but was brutally rejected, and he would threaten his parents with" I won't leave ". "But it always backfires, and few children can get what they want.

The crying outside the window reminds me of the past. I once cried like that child, but I couldn't achieve my goal and finally went home sadly. But the horn outside the window makes me feel that I may be so impetuous when I grow up, and I will have an unpleasant "voice contest" with others when I am upset.

Windows are the most beautiful things in the world. In this ever-changing beautiful picture, I spent an interesting childhood and saw many life stories.

What can you see outside the window? Is it blue sky and white clouds? Is it cloudy? Is there a storm? Or is it snowing? When you are confused and lonely, have you ever thought about what is behind the dark clouds?

I feel a little lonely this afternoon. Without sunshine and color, my world is gloomy. I can't remember for a long time how many times I cried. Looking at the sky above the city, I only felt a burst of pressure, and the weight of one thousand pounds made me breathless. Perhaps, since then, I have been unable to be happy, and my world has lost all its colors, leaving only haze. I don't want to go home. A place without warmth is no longer worth calling home. Just an empty shell.

I remember coming home from school that day. Just as I was happy to get the first prize certificate, I saw the woman lying on the ground crying. At that time, for her, the death of her father forced her to support the family. And she is sad, maybe she can't buy expensive jewelry anymore; It is impossible to have a beautiful appearance because of hard work. She is such a vain woman. She stole her father from her mother, but she was not satisfied. She sent me here to torture me. I thought she would do this, but she didn't. I know it's hard and tiring for her to support this family alone, but I still hate her. Gradually, I began to buy beautiful clothes and high-grade cosmetics like other girls. I stimulated her to make her angry, but she didn't, not once.

Still open the door, enter the door, ignore her, slam the door back to the room, or that cold face, it makes people angry. Sometimes I think, maybe this is really wrong, but every time I see her cold face, I want to get angry.

Day after day, until this day, I forgot to bring my book and went home to get it. She's not here. The door is open. Looking at her house, I felt very sad for a moment. People who used to love beauty so much now have only one bottle of hand oil on the table. My eyes were unconsciously attracted by the corner of the table where there was a letter. I can't help picking it up. This is my mother's handwriting! -"Jing Ru: Thank you for giving him to me over the years. I hope I am happy. But you don't know that every day when you fall asleep, he will say your name. You know, my illness is hopeless. So, I finally entrust you with one thing, please help take care of my children, thank you!

I cried. I really cried. Maybe I misunderstood her from the beginning. I don't know how sad she is to raise her rival's child. I will never do that again. I looked up and saw the blue sky covered by dark clouds outside the window, all bright blue sky.

After a bumper autumn and a snowy winter, my footsteps quietly entered the spring fields. Spring not only revived the earth, but also brought me a long-awaited spring outing. During this spring outing, I was lucky enough to visit the cultural tourist attractions at the window of the world.

During this spring outing, I enjoyed the Sydney Opera House, the magnificent Thai Palace and the towering Eiffel Tower ... and what impressed me most was Fuji four-dimensional film.

At the beginning of the movie, I saw a space scene: there were moving spaceships everywhere, and the avenue moved from the ground to the air. At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in my ear, "Elsa, let's explore the seabed together!" " I suddenly realized that the original voice represented us. Then Elsa replied, "Good." So, we rushed directly from space to the bottom of the sea. I felt my ass shaking, and suddenly my face was attacked by steam. Oh, so we jumped into the sea. At this time, we also greet mermaids, small fish and shrimps at the bottom of the sea. But at this beautiful moment, a sea python appeared. Although it didn't attack us, it breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the steam attacked me again. After greeting the marine life, we were attracted to a deeper canyon by a few shrimps. We jumped down from a gap, and I felt my ass shaking more violently, and my classmates screamed from time to time. Finally, a beautiful castle came into our eyes, but unexpectedly, dozens of mice suddenly ran out. They kept attacking our legs, and my legs felt beaten! Many students were scared and shouted! After driving away the mice, we finally entered the castle, but the castle actually exploded ... The movie was over, but vivid pictures and immersive scenes kept coming to my mind, and I couldn't help applauding the scientific development of the motherland!

In this 480,000 square meters space, I seem to have made a one-day tour around the world. The cultural treasures of various countries are rendering my feelings, and the brilliance of world culture is touching my heart! Yes, I feel extremely happy living in this world! Visit Disneyland

During the May Day Golden Week, my mother and aunt and I went to the "Window of the World" in Changsha, Hunan. As soon as I entered the gate, I was presented with a beautiful scene: the surrounding trees are shaded, the "Wenming Mountain" in the east is a roller coaster, and the "Happy Valley" in the north is a concentration camp for athletes who participated in the "seven-day walk" activities. There are avalokitesvara with a thousand hands, Alexander lighthouse and hanging garden on the mountain over there. ...

Look around, yo, there are so many people here! Tourists are still pouring in from the entrance. There are crowds everywhere, laughter everywhere, and many people keep taking pictures with cameras. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the' Window of the World' ..." A small sightseeing train slowly passed by, and the passengers on the train looked around curiously while listening to the introduction of the commentator. Not far away, a furry "big bad wolf" and a naive "little bear" are coming here, which immediately attracted a large group of children. They cheered and surrounded these cartoon characters for three layers, shouting "Wolf, let's take a picture together!" " "Can we shake hands? ……"

Coming to the "roller coaster", the atmosphere became tense. With the sound of the roller coaster "boom, boom", screams came from time to time, and the onlookers also widened their eyes. Ah, the roller coaster is upside down! The screams were louder, and some onlookers covered their eyes; Some obviously tremble; Some mouths can almost be filled with an egg ... After finally reaching the thrilling place, many people breathed a sigh of relief. After a round, some passengers were as white as a sheet, and it seems that they have not recovered; Others covered their chests and said to themselves, "Scared me to death, scared me to death ..."; Others were panting while wiping the sweat from their foreheads. ...

A group of athletes who participated in the "seven-day walk" passed by the vagina in the nearby forest. I heard that they have been walking for three whole days, and this one has become a robot, mechanically moving its feet forward; That one is too tired to stand still and walk like a penguin; There are still some sweaty and panting, and they are still rushing forward ... everyone around them is smiling while covering their mouths!

I reluctantly left the "window of the world", but those interesting scenes were deeply imprinted in my mind.

The past of life is like a pearl in a memory glass bottle. No matter how bright those pearls are, there is only appreciation. That pearl opened the window of my heart-I understood the relationship between people.

I remember one noon before Christmas, I ran around outside and returned to the classroom, always feeling that I had something to ask the teacher. Yes, it's a question of whether the party will be held. Because I thought the teacher would inform us to rehearse half a month before the get-together in previous years, but I didn't mention the get-together this time, so I wanted to ask.

After entering the classroom, the teacher is sitting in front of the podium correcting homework. Naturally, I went up and asked, "Will the party be held again?" I thought the teacher would patiently tell me whether to open it or not, but she said impatiently, "Why are you so careless?" Don't you see that you are so nervous about studying now? " ! "I was shocked. Did the party really affect my study? I returned to my seat in disappointment.

I don't understand why the teacher was so calm just now. I kept asking what happened to the teacher in my seat, but I couldn't get an answer for a long time. After thinking for a long time, I feel that I really have no sense of proportion: first of all, we must welcome the city-wide unified examination, and we must put learning first; Moreover, my monthly exam results are lower than those in the mid-term exam and the first monthly exam. The teacher cares about me. She just wants me to study hard. There are also teachers who have to correct our homework very late every day, and they can't stand being in charge of the party. And I, in this case, thought of a very unimportant party, which is really incompatible with reality. Tears shed with regret.

Just when I blamed myself, the teacher asked me to go to the physics teacher's office (I was the representative of the physics class), and I dried my tears and went. I returned to the classroom with a stack of physics rolls and looked into her eyes again. I didn't mean to hate me, but I felt that I was quite responsible for my class work.

In the days to come, the teacher didn't be indifferent to me because of my carelessness, just as she just got familiar with me, helping me solve my study problems. At the end of the semester, I was still an excellent student.

Ah, the past is like a pearl in a glass bottle of memory. No matter how bright those pearls are, there is only appreciation. But I want to thank that pearl for opening my heart-I understand that the relationship between people is not as fragile as I thought.

I remember when I was a child, many swallows flew around my window every spring. Among them, what impressed me the most was the weakest one among the swallows. It has shiny black feathers, a white belly, a scissors-like tail, a sharp mouth and a pair of slender feet, round bony eyes and an inconspicuous little nostril. Time passed quickly for several months, Xiaoyan grew into a brave swallow and "gave birth to a child". It built a swallow nest on a pine tree in my yard, and a happy swallow family lived in it. Swallow, oh no, it should be a swallow. It's difficult to build a nest. I saw that it first surrounded itself with smart eyes to see if there were any branches suitable for nesting. If it finds long and thin branches, it will take them back one by one, then circle them week by week, and then wipe the wet mud evenly on the branches with its mouth. Finally, I will pick some dry thatch and spread it in the nest, so that the' Bird's Nest' project will be officially completed.

In order to celebrate the nesting of swallows, I clapped my hands to encourage them. Swallows seemed to understand what I meant, squeaked at me and thanked me. Perhaps, in the eyes of human beings, a small swallow nest may be unremarkable, but in my young mind, I think it is great. In my opinion, it is not just a small bird's nest, it represents the diligence and wisdom of mother swallow, and represents the broad maternal love of mother swallow. With bird's nest,' Mother Yan' has a place to feed her children; With the swallow nest, the' Swallow Doll' has a place to eat with peace of mind, will not be frozen, and can smoothly enter the sweet dream. So many reasons, who else disagrees with me? Year after year, day after day, spring, summer and autumn passed, and winter finally came. It's time for me to say goodbye to the swallow. When they waved their wings to say goodbye to me, I tied the red scarf on the bird's nest. I hope these swallows can come here next spring, and my little friend is waiting for them here! I also have a wish, that is, I hope all the beneficial birds in the world have a nest and cherish this beautiful home with mankind!

Although Du Juanhua doesn't have the graceful figure of plum blossom, the gorgeous flowers of roses and the naughty appearance of peach blossom, she is ordinary but my favorite flower.

Du Juanhua looks "stupid". At this time, some people will ask: Isn't Du Juanhua dazzling in a hundred flowers? Why do you like this common flower?

In this regard, I have a story: it was a cloudy day with wind and rain. Teacher Chen's heavy tone broke the silence of lunch break. Our eyes were fixed on the thick test paper, and my heart was beating violently for some reason. Now I'm going to hand out the test paper. Hearing this sentence, we look at the people next to us from time to time and say "whisper". "Lin Xin 96, Ye Zixuan 94 ..." Teacher Chen reported one by one. When reporting to Tang Zijun 100, all the students were dumbfounded and all eyes were focused on him. "Ruiqi Jiang 99.5. At this time, my mood is indescribable, happier than winning the gold medal. But teacher Chen paused, turned over my paper and said, "MINUS ten points." Suddenly "thunder" sounded, my excitement and excitement disappeared without a trace, and my mood suddenly fell into the abyss. My tears swirled in my eyes, and my classmates looked at me and muttered something. Yes, I heard you. There is doubt and ridicule. At that moment, my tears came out of my eyes like a downpour. At that time, I couldn't stand up from the abyss of ridicule.

When I got home, I lay by the window thinking about the scene at noon. Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm, and the rain didn't seem to stop. When I was dizzy, I saw Du Juanhua outside the window. It was the flower season at that time, and the flowers were so energetic. Now I am hit by the wind and rain. I saw the petals falling one by one, and the flower bones bent down, but she was still slim. I put my hand out of the window to take her home. However, I seem to understand its meaning, so I did my homework and slept peacefully.

The next day, the sun shone on the earth again, and I immediately thought of Du Juanhua. She seems to have regained her spirits. Overnight, she grew many Kobanawa bones. I don't think this is a miracle, but a strong miracle.

Du Juanhua, when I am in trouble, you always give me confidence. Every time I fail, you tell me that failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you don't face it.

That's why I came to silk flower, Du Like.

One Sunday, the sun crept through the window and shone on a little boy in the room. He was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks with a vase in his hand.

"Oh, what should I do? This vase is a gift for my aunt. " He ── Lele muttered to himself.

"Tell it to mom and dad? No way! This gift is their monthly salary. Then I am not going to eat a big meal of' bamboo shoots and shredded pork'? " Suddenly, he had a brainwave: it was better to make a mistake and give the vase to his aunt. "No, my aunt loves me too much. How can I give her such a damaged gift? " Lele was so upset that two counselors had a fierce argument.

"men don't eat short-term losses." In order not to be invited to a big dinner, Lele decided to adopt the advice of the "black counselor"-"hiding the sky from the sea" So Lele carefully put the vase into the gift box, but her heart was as uneasy as a rabbit.

One day, two days ... time is approaching quietly. The day after tomorrow, it's my aunt's birthday, and my parents will send gifts. what can I do?

"Do you want to check the vase?" Mother's voice came from the room. Lele's heartbeat is in his throat.

"There is no need for this, why bother?" Dad replied.

"Lele ──" Mom let out a cry and Lele broke out in a cold sweat. It turns out that mom just wants Lele to send gifts to the post office.

Thank god! The gift has finally arrived! But Lele is not calm at all. In front of his eyes, there is always a stunned expression when menstruation holds a vase. If aunt calls again to ask, wouldn't it be a draw with a sieve?

Lele is always scared and uneasy. How many times did Lele want to apologize to her parents, but every time she didn't speak, she backed out.

Menstruation's birthday has finally arrived. On this day, Lele couldn't stand the torture. He walked gingerly to his mother's room. ...

Mom and dad forgave him, but the gift has been sent. What should I do? Everyone is thinking hard.

"By the way, make a phone call and explain to my aunt, and she will forgive me." Lele suddenly shouted excitedly.

Mom and dad agreed that when mom picked up the phone and was ready to dial. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong ..." The doorbell rang. Lele hurried to open the door. It was the postman. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, because of some problems, your package was not sent, and now it has been returned."

Lele excitedly took the parcel, and he immediately dialed the number of his aunt's house. ...

Aunt forgave Lele and praised him for his honesty and courage to admit his mistake.

Putting down the microphone, Lele seemed to be relieved of a thousand pounds.

At this time, the sunshine outside the window shines on Lele through the window, so warm and beautiful. ...

After reading this book, my biggest feeling is that Doudou met an excellent educator, that is, Sousaku Kobayashi, the president of Ba Xueyuan.

When Doudou first set foot in this "magical" school to see the principal, President Kobayashi actually listened to a 6-year-old rambling for four hours, until he told this "strange bean" who had a strong desire to talk, he couldn't tell anything new and didn't want to tell it again. This amazing move magically cured Xiao Doudou's habit of standing by the window in class, and he can sit squarely in the front seat from now on.

The respected headmaster never said anything that upset strange children, such as "everyone should help them". He just said, "Let's stay together and do things together." From beginning to end, in President Kobayashi's mind, these children are treated as ordinary children, giving them respect and protecting their young self-esteem. No matter when swimming in the swimming pool or eating in the canteen. The most admirable thing is that he held a school sports meeting for a disabled child in order to give him confidence. Almost all competitions are tailored for him, so he is the champion in almost every competition. It is conceivable that this unforgettable experience will inspire this physically disabled child and have an impact on his life. These strange children are growing up with self-esteem and confidence under the careful care of President Kobayashi.

Ba Xueyuan attracts us everywhere, and the headmaster has created an interesting and relaxed learning and living environment for the children: the classrooms in Ba Xueyuan are all made of retired trams; It can be seen that President Kobayashi is a very creative person. When eating, the headmaster will ask, "Did you bring everything in the mountains and seas?" After completing the learning task, the teacher takes the students to visit and study in parks, temples and farmland near the school.

After reading this book, I recalled my childhood. If I can be as lucky as Xiao Doudou, I can study in the tram of Ba Xueyuan, which will be more interesting. At the same time, as a front-line educator, I am also thinking about the childhood life of our children now. How many happy memories can our school education leave them? I think we can find the answer from President Kobayashi, that is, we should learn from his starting point, his methods and spirit of educating children, and his courage to put down airs and be good friends with children.

Window primary school composition 10 Look at the wind outside the window.

Wait, can the wind see? I think so, the long wind that floats over time. The crowds in the city are like restless waves, and they will not stay for a short time because of everyone, nor because of the drifting sand. And when we drift to the next estuary, will we forget where we came from?

Indeed, it is possible that the leaves are falling because of the yellow color in autumn, but it is more likely that the trees have not stayed. The sand in the water, the clouds in the sky and the falling snow are so light that there is no sound. Then, as a member of the world, will birth and death be as silent as falling snow?

But people have feelings after all. As a result, people piled up the past, vaguely covered with the color of memory, and floated a homesickness.

The scenery you have seen, the books you have read, the music you like and the stories you have been exposed to will leave traces. This trace can be light enough to stay deep in your mind, but it will never be completely forgotten when you think about it. And our thoughts are actually the memories left by this little love, a little hate and a little touch, slowly polishing out everyone's unique and beautiful form.

Now, when I recall my former self, even myself a few minutes ago, I will probably smile, slightly raise my mouth and gently shake my head. It can be seen that memory will make us more and more mature, but it will never make us forget the past and lose ourselves.

The past, present and future, led by a wonderful thread, have inexplicable coincidences and amazing repetitions. Only by remembering the past can we see the future.

Looking at the city where I live through the thick glass, the lights are the same as before, but the face by the window is a little more mature. Sometimes, I have to feel that time passes too fast, which makes people worry. However, only the color of the sky in memory can smooth this layer of trouble.

Looking at the scenes that have already appeared, there will probably be vague overlap, because there was a line of sight at that time. Time flies, I used to be hazy, and my feelings proudly announced amazing changes, but I can't fool myself with a little acid when I recall the past.

Most of the unforgettable and precious memories of youth was lost in the wind of this city. Push open the window, reach out and touch the soft air, and vaguely know the direction of the wind.