Short narrative (5 articles) (about 200 words) (composition) The topic is not limited.

My head teacher's surname is Wu, and her name is Mingzhu. She teaches us math, and everyone affectionately calls her "Miss Wu". Teacher Wu has short hair and always has a smile on her mouth, which makes her look very kind.

My head teacher, Mr. Wu, works very hard. In order to distinguish students' "grades" every time, Mr. Wu really spent a lot of time. As long as you do it right and fairly, Mr. Wu will always award us an "excellent" word.

Teacher Wu is always conscientious and hard-working to us. I remember once, in math class, I didn't pay attention. The teacher asked me to do my homework, but I couldn't. I made all the mistakes. The teacher asked me to do it again, but the result was wrong. At that time, I regretted not paying attention to the class. At this time, Mr. Wu has been patiently tutoring me by my side until I understand.

I remember I had a terrible stomachache, and I was lying on the table, pale. Teacher Wu quickly asked her classmates to help me to the school doctor's office. Unfortunately, the school doctor on duty asked for leave, so I had to cover my stomach and go back to the classroom. Seeing this, Mr. Wu quickly took me to the office and poured me a glass of water, but I immediately spit it out. I have no choice but to call my mother to pick me up. While waiting for my mother, Miss Wu patted my back and wiped my sweat. I waited for a long time, but I didn't see my mother. Teacher Wu said, "Forget it, there is still some time before class begins. Let me take you home! " After that, he helped me home.

On the way, I cried. I secretly made up my mind that in the future, I also want to be a teacher, like Mr. Wu, not only teaching students knowledge, but also caring for them with my love.

football fan

That night, the night was dark and windy, and the moon was high in the sky. Eyes are sparsely distributed in the dark blue sky like stars. That night, it was surprisingly quiet, but my home was very lively, because the fans' father was watching the ball at home and driving the "football part".

Father has a flat head and a dark face, but you can see that his teeth are white. Although he smirked "gnome male-"all day, he really knows football and is obsessed with it.

"Go in! Alas-"Look, my dad is watching the ball again. Just now, his face suddenly slipped from excitement and tension to expressionless and complaining-why didn't the ball score? After a while, he cheered again. Why? Goal! He immediately blushed and was ecstatic, just like a bird, as if to fly high.

According to my mother, it seems that my father didn't go to bed until three o'clock. Before going to bed, he told her how to play well and how powerful his favorite player was. Mom also said that she slept until midnight and was suddenly shouted by her father, "Good shot!" Wake up. He even sings his beloved football when he sleeps!

Not bad this time. In the days of the "World Cup", in order not to be bored before watching the ball, he specially cooked a pot of beef and tomato soup. The ball game started, and he sat in front of the TV to watch it on time. An hour passed, and he suddenly smelled a burning smell. Is the beef soup burnt? He thinks so. He was about to get up when he saw a player "kill" the ball into the penalty area. Dad no longer cares about his beef soup, and always looks at the players on TV with his eyes. Wait until he finishes watching the game, then go to see his beef soup. Oh, is that still a dish? -the soup has been burned to the end, and there is a layer of crispy rice under the pot. There are only black beef and tomatoes in the pot.

There are many other stupid things he did for football: for example, he forgot to buy rice, added monosodium glutamate to sugar porridge, and forgot to clear the mahjong table before the leader came to see him ... there was nothing he could do. Football, dad's medicine; Football is a good way to stop dad from hitting you; Football is an indispensable part of dad's life. ...

People didn't go up again, just looked at him and smiled. After a while, he cried enough and hurried down from the fence. Or come to the fence to pick up the ball. As a result, it is conceivable that he was really hit by basketball.

After returning home, he also made up a bizarre story:

Playing basketball in the basketball court today, I was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground. Then someone called me and said, "What's wrong with you? What's the matter with you? You woke me up with water. Mom smiled: Who woke you up with water? Cousin said: I don't see anyone, only buckets. Mom: Then why are your clothes dry? Cousin said: then maybe the water was poured from the side. Mom knew he was making it up, so she teased him: Yes, he stinks, as if he had been awakened by toilet water. When my brother was awakened by toilet water, he quit and quickly changed his mind and said, actually, I'm not dizzy, just kidding!

Look, my clever and naughty little brother.

The biggest influence on me

When I grew up, I made many good friends. But there was only one person who impressed me the most, and my association with her also had a great influence on me.

She, a person who helped me when I was killed, an ordinary-looking person, an excellent student, and another … she is Long Wenjing. Thin and tall figure, although the skin is relatively dark, but this makes a pair of watery big eyes more dazzling, a black and shiny hair neatly tied, a red and moist mouth. It gives people a refreshing feeling at first sight. I studied and played with her for three years. From these three years, I found many "bright spots" in her.

I still remember one day, the sun moxibustion baked the earth, and we went to physical education class. The whole class is running, and she and I are running on the same line. Running and running, I feel dizzy, and the sweat on my forehead drops down. So I instinctively put my hand on her shoulder. Then she noticed something, too, and stopped at once. Look at me. "What's the matter?" "Oh. I feel uncomfortable to fall. " She looked at the sweat on my forehead and said, "You seem to have heatstroke. Come on, I'll help you to the tree! " In this way, my body depends on her thin body. When she finally helped me under the tree, she was sweating all over. I sat under the tree and she squatted down. Wipe the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve. The other hand held my cheat. I suddenly feel much better. Gradually began to wake up. "Luo, better? Do you want to drink water? " "hmm." Only then did I find that her eyes were full of anxiety. "I'll pour it for you!" "Good ..." At this moment, I found tears of disappointment falling down. On this day, I was really touched. Touched a friend's concern for me. From then on, the two of us helped each other in study and life. It was also from this day that I learned what friendship is.

In fact, there are many things shining on her. Her spirit of loving learning has the greatest influence on me. In class, after class, she will pick up a book and open it attentively, and her expression will change with the plot in the book. In comedy, she will raise her eyebrows and bend her mouth. Laugh happily. In tragedy, she will frown and shrug. It looks like crying. It was not until class that she reluctantly put down her book. No matter where I go to play with her after class, she will never forget to bring a book and put it in her small backpack. As soon as she is free, she will take out her books. At this time, she has neglected the surrounding conditions. Looks very focused. Indeed, I really admire her love of learning. I appreciate it, too. I have been in touch with her for a long time. Sometimes she reads, and I can't help reading. In this way, now I have developed a good habit of reading.

With her, I really learned a lot. Something about her may have changed my life. Now, my extracurricular knowledge is getting richer and richer, and my popularity is getting better and better! Thanks to her-Long Wen Jing.

Mom's hand

In the world of hands, there are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands and dexterous hands. However, I wrote about my mother's hardworking hands. Her hands are not that big. Long-term labor has made the cocoon skin climb on her fingers, and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand.

When the cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. Near noon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking dinner. At night, when the moon is high, my mother's hands are working again: busy washing clothes. In short, my mother's hands have been working.

Mother's hands are hardworking and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.

It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well. At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently clamped my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously.

I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit. I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me. Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The weather was a little warmer the next day, so I went to wash it.

Leather boots. But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. Hardly had I found the back door when I heard the familiar sound of "swish, swish, swish". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots. Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes. Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.

Ah! I want to praise, praise mother's hand, but also praise you-mother.