Composition of epidemic situation description

1. The introduction composition requires 400 words, which happened in the composition interest class. This morning, I came to my long-lost composition interest class with great interest.

I walked to the door of the composition interest class. When I opened the door, I was shocked by the embarrassing image in front of me: tables and chairs were messy, chalk dust and shiny pieces of paper were everywhere on the ground, and chalk and plastic bags were everywhere. I thought to myself: why haven't I seen you for weeks, and the classroom is like this? As soon as the students came in and saw the classroom, they all turned their heads.

How can we create a good writing environment in such a mess? Everyone finally decided to clean the classroom well before class. So the action began ... first, the division of labor.

Because male students are stronger, let them set the table, set the chair and tidy the table. Because the female students are meticulous, they are responsible for sweeping the floor and cleaning the table.

After the division of labor was completed, everyone was busy. Male students struggled to move the table, and the table kept creaking; Female students carefully swept the floor, and soon the "snowflake" was cleaned up.

Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the careless male classmate accidentally dropped the chalk dust on the ground! Female students kept blaming him, blaming him for destroying their own labor results, although male students kept apologizing. Male students had to sweep the "regenerated snowflake" on the ground into the trash can by themselves.

Female students see this, no longer care about, knowing smile. When the teacher came, she was surprised to find that we were sweeping the floor diligently.

But the teacher didn't come in. She stood at the door and looked at us with a smile. She interposed a few words of praise from time to time: "You are so careful!" "Very clean!" Or give a few pointers: "It's not clean enough here." "The table here is not very good!" Like a commander, directing our labor.

Finally cleaned, the classroom at this time is very different from the classroom before cleaning: the clean floor, tables and chairs are placed in order, and there is no chalk dust on them, which is in sharp contrast with the original classroom! Watching them work hard, the students all smiled happily.

2. The composition of positive description and profile description (writer) The lively Spring Festival is coming again. Presumably, every child is eagerly looking forward to the Spring Festival and has something he likes! For example: collecting lucky money from elders, shopping around for new clothes, visiting relatives, traveling and so on. My favorite thing is to set off firecrackers and fireworks.

Every new year, I will pester my father to take me to set off firecrackers. There are no firecrackers in the city now, so my father has to take me to the suburbs to set off firecrackers. Every time we buy many different kinds of firecrackers and fireworks.

We put firecrackers in the soil and lit the fuse with incense. I covered my ears tightly with my hands, hid behind the adults, leaned out half my head, looked at the burning fuse, and thought to myself: should I let go and jump in front to be brave, or do I look scared now? While I was still hesitating, the firecrackers exploded with a bang, and the scraps of paper were immediately scattered all over the floor, dusty and the air was filled with smoke. . I also cried with joy!

Of course, the most spectacular thing is the fireworks at night. Some fireworks are put into the sky like blooming chrysanthemums, some fireworks are put into the sky like small circles, and then they are enlarged round and round like water waves. The color of each circle is different! Some fireworks are scattered in the sky like fountains. .. all kinds of colorful fireworks are intertwined, one after another, colorful, dressing up the night sky like a brightly lit palace, which is very beautiful. .

Looking at the fireworks all over the sky, listening to the crackling firecrackers everywhere, the bustling New Year is coming again.

3. How to write 600 words at the back of the composition of the novel Coronavirus, and what ordinary words are not worth exploring carefully or remembering. However, in the "battlefield" of the recent battle with novel coronavirus, I can't forget countless figures. Those backs are thin, but high; Although thin, it is magnificent.

June 5438 +2020 10, a sudden epidemic took away the joy and joy of the new year. In a blink of an eye, people turn pale when they talk about "novel coronavirus". This war without smoke concerns people's health. Confirmed cases of pneumonia caused by this virus are still increasing.

However, this terrible virus did not frighten angels in white. Many medical staff, regardless of their own lives, stand up and fight diseases in the front line. They haven't been home since they entered the treatment ward. When the Chinese New Year epidemic broke out, didn't they miss their relatives?

Yesterday, my mother showed me a video, which showed that some medical staff transferred from Ningbo first-line hospital had been assembled and were about to leave Wuhan for the "battlefield" to say goodbye to their families. They hugged their tearful family in a hurry. Those medical staff, they are either * * *, or husbands, or children, or brothers and sisters, and some of them are parents ... Of course, they have a more glorious identity-doctors and nurses! Don't they want to spend the Spring Festival with their relatives at home? Aren't they in danger of being infected? However, in order to control the epidemic and rescue patients, they gave up their rest and ease, shouldered the responsibility, and had only one thought in their hearts-supporting Wuhan and supporting the epidemic areas, and they were duty-bound! After hugging each other and saying goodbye, the medical staff looked at the front firmly and boarded the "chariot" with confidence ... the back seems to be getting smaller and smaller, no! These backs are so tall, so selfless, so great!

There are still many backs in the front line of fighting the virus, including the busy backs of doctors, the dedicated backs of journalists, and the grateful backs of people from all walks of life who send meals to doctors ... These are the backs that make this war full of warmth. We are determined that before long, the virus will be eliminated and the epidemic will be controlled! The motherland will surely become full of vitality again!

Unforgettable, this heavy back; Unforgettable, these heroes who fought at the front in COVID-19!

Write a composition with an 800-word description on the side. The most striking thing about the sky is that it is white, playing in the open fields in groups of three or five, making snowmen and having snowball fights ... soon it falls into the "position" of the "enemy", "I don't know the snow in the distance, because of the fragrance" and "the sword front has been sharpened, as if fighting with the snow". All the flowers withered except Chimonanthus praecox.

In winter, snowmen smile at us, snowballs arc in the air, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the biting cold. "It is precisely because the plum blossom has suffered too much bitter cold that its fragrance can make people intoxicated and cold things-snow. In the cold morning, when the frost and dew on the window are wiped off, the first thing you see is these white elves and softness. The children ran out of the house and made a few good friends, which made it strong and unyielding.

I like winter because I like snow.

How to write the composition of the novel "Coronavirus" about the Spring Festival in 2020 is destined to be an unforgettable memory in the hearts of all China people.

The ravages of novel coronavirus have made the bell of saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new year even heavier, and the masks on people's faces have made this Spring Festival feel deserted. This winter, plum blossoms are still quietly blooming; This winter, the blue sky is still as clear as washing; This winter in Wuhan is very difficult, but the people all over the country are very difficult.

On this special day, we stayed at home quietly according to the doctor's advice. We are worried about Wuhan, we are happy with the increase of cured cases, and we are worried about the people of Wuhan.

At the same time, there are a group of people who rushed ahead and built a protective fortress for hundreds of millions of people in China with their ordinary bodies. They give up their families for everyone, stay awake and fight in the forefront of this battlefield without smoke. They are the most beautiful retrograde people from all over the country, they are the most beautiful pioneers in the new era, and they are amiable and respectable angels in white.

Among this group, there is an 84-year-old academician named Zhong Nanshan. 17 years ago, the old academician struggled in the front line of fighting Africa and made great contributions to fighting SARS. 17 years later, he was ordered to catch the high-speed train to Wuhan and go to the front line to fight the epidemic again; Professor Dong Zongqi, 86, sat in a wheelchair and saw more than 30 patients all morning. He said, "My whole life is to save people"; Professor Li Lanjuan, 73, knew that the country was in trouble. Without hesitation, she went to Wuhan and firmly vowed: "I intend to look forward to working with the medical staff there for a long time!" " There is no quiet day in this world, just because someone is carrying the burden for us. There are no natural heroes in this world. It is only because people need it that some people are willing to sacrifice themselves to become heroes.

Although I don't know who they are, I know who they are for. They may not be rich or even poor; They may not be tall or even thin; They may not be glamorous, or even a little humble. Their image is so vague in my heart, but their spirit is so bright in my heart. Regardless of life and death, they don't ask for anything in return, but stick to it silently, guarding their health and life.

Ordinary people can't reach the front battlefield to fight the virus. You can only do a good job in logistics, stay indoors, wash your hands frequently and wear a mask. This is to not disturb them, and hope that they will win safely and early. Rainbow as a witness, eternal, I want to sing.

For the joy of life, everything is praising your kindness, and the earth is telling your kindness. Salute to angels in white! Pay tribute to the most beautiful retrograde! Pay tribute to everyone who is fighting the epidemic.

6. Write an introduction article, about 400 words, highlighting a person's quality and using an unforgettable old man.

That midsummer, dog days. Everything is stifling, the bus is packed like a sardine can, and it is full, and the air is full of sweat and human body odor, which is dazzling. Suddenly, the bus stopped and the people inside were thrown to the front by inertia. The back door opened, and an old man in rags came along with a leather bag on his back, smelling bad. People don't seem to want to go near him, and even I don't want to step back. The car started again. It seems that the bumps along the way are quite severe, which may be due to the smell or the body. When the driver braked suddenly, a man spit it out with a "wow". The soil mixed with peculiar smell made people frown, but it was hard to say anything, so they all stepped back. So, in this crowded carriage, only the old man and the man who vomited were left, and there was a small clearing next to it. Bang, the bus arrived at the station, and people scrambled to get off as if they were liberated. I followed the crowd out of the car and suddenly turned around to see the old man still cleaning up the vomit in the car. I was a little curious, got on the bus again, walked beside him, squatted down and asked, "Grandpa, everyone has left, why don't you tidy up this thing?" The old man gave me a look and gave me a friendly smile. "Baby, this thing is dirty. Someone has to clean it up. You push me, but we can't pass ... "

The old man's words still ring in my ears: "honey, this thing is dirty, and someone has to clean it up." You push me, but we can't pass ... "

Absolutely original, word for word typing, hope to adopt. ...

7. How to write a composition about the profile of rain? The wind held the rain star, as if looking for something on the ground and hitting it from east to west.

"It's raining!" A classmate shouted. I saw it raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops seemed to be playing a little waltz. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. The sky is raining tirelessly, and the hazy rain and fog gently cover the whole campus. Rain drops from the sky like ten thousand silver lines and gently hits the window, forming a beautiful bead curtain.

It's time to finish school. We came to the front hall of the teaching building and saw the colorful school gates. Oh, that's my parents' umbrella. So after going through five levels and beheading six generals, I managed to squeeze into my father's car ... After a while, it began to rain heavily, as if to stop all the people on the road. ..... Towards evening, the rain stopped.

The next morning, the continuous spring rain began to rain again. Raindrops, like thin embroidery needles, wear in every corner and fall on leaves, spinning like beads. At this time, the city was immersed in silence, and my heart calmed down.

Yangliuqing falls after the rain. On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are blooming in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... they sit around as if they are beautiful, and they seem to be discussing how to show people more beautiful spring. This is really "a good rain like a season, when spring happens." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently! "

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the sound is generous and violent, like a hundred horses singing together and Malik rushing. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."

Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.

Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?

There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.

The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...

A rain

It's raining. I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.

Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are!

I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.

There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.

The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again!