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Shall I send you the composition topic about ice cream? Word file who said that teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow? Cut off the growing pains? With the growth of age, the middle school students who have just entered the youth journey have budded their youth consciousness, and their childishness and maturity coexist, and their troubles and happiness increase together. Once we have troubles, melancholy and sadness will hang over our hearts, and life will lose its luster. Have you ever had such an experience? Please make a list of your troubles, choose one or several things you are most worried about, do some detailed analysis and try to put an end to your troubles! Please write a composition on the topic of "growing pains". The topic is self-drawn; Style is not limited, except poetry and drama; Don't appear real school celebrity names in the text; No less than 600 words. [Test Description] This is a typical "topic composition". Topic composition is a new way of proposition in recent years. Students can draw up their own topics, choose their own materials, conceive their own ideas, and choose their own styles that suit their own specialties, as long as they are within the scope of "topics". (1) The extensiveness of materials "Growing pains" is an extremely broad topic. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. First of all, there are many types of growing pains, which come from life, study and communication with classmates ... In short, as long as it is pain, any thinking about people and things can be included in the writing scope of this topic. Candidates should pay attention to the selection of materials and strive for novelty. Old materials have lost their vitality, and writing them will not cause repercussions, while new materials and articles can make people feel refreshed and resonate. (2) Diversity of Stylistics If candidates usually have original opinions and arguments can often convince readers, then they can choose argumentative essays to show their talents; If candidates have more feelings in their minds, they can write them in the form of discussion and lyricism; If candidates have personal experience and think it is touching, and are usually good at narrative and description, they can choose narrative writing. The condition of "unlimited style" provides candidates with a broad world to gallop and develop their strengths. Candidates should master the above "coping tactics" when writing for the senior high school entrance examination: winning by familiarity. (3) The primitive life of thinking is the source of writing, and writing should focus on the center and have a theme. If you want to write a unique understanding of your own troubles, candidates can expand their thinking and write personalized articles, so that "people have nothing, people have nothing, people have nothing new, and people have nothing new and refined". [Excellent example] Growing pains The warm wind brought the early summer, and cicadas accompanied me in the midsummer. Unconsciously, the troubles were with me. The title of the composition "Growing Pains" makes me have unlimited feelings to pour out, full of complaints to vent, and full of melancholy to pour out. What a kind topic! Trouble, like fog, like rain, like wind, haunts me. Worry is my daily life and my frequent visitor. The troubles of exams, homework and practice came to me mercilessly. Countless known, proved, proved, and answers are waiting for me. Example 1: It's known: It's Sha Tin time, at 22: 25 in the evening, there are two compositions, more than ten pages of math problems, several pages of English homework and history papers ... My brain is urging me to go to sleep. Beg: continue to do it or go to bed? Analysis: Sleep. No, no, if I don't finish my homework, what kind of face and eyes will the teacher treat me with tomorrow? What will happen to me? If I had known this, I shouldn't have played in the afternoon. But as a child, how can I not play? I am a child first, then a student ... Oh, go to sleep! Correction: Finish your homework quickly, who told you to play in the afternoon. You are a student first, then a child, and an obedient child! Do it! Corrector: teacher's correction: keep doing it, and the sea of suffering is endless. Proof: I don't want to grow up, don't grow up. Exodus 2: It is known that last year's clothes can no longer be worn this year. Solution: I am taller than last year, and I am growing. Correction: just grow up, not grow up. Reviser: My parents proved that I didn't want to grow up and had to grow up. Example 3: It is known that there are seven classes every day, two classes in the evening and a semester of 20 weeks. I have read books and done hundreds of exercises. Q: What have I learned? Solution: 1 I can write a composition; ○2 I will read articles; ○3 I can do reading questions; ○4 I can solve equations; ○5 I can solve application problems; ○6 I can use a computer; ○7 I can draw; ○8 I can type ... It seems that I didn't waste time. Ten years ago, I only ate, drank, pulled, scattered and slept. Correction: I want to grow up, and I am not afraid of growing up. Reviser: Prove by myself: I want to grow up, and I want to grow up quickly. I want to say: teenagers are not afraid of troubles, teenagers know the taste of troubles, and the troubles of teenagers' growth are not called troubles. [Comment] This paper describes the mentality of some contemporary middle school students in the process of growing up, aiming to remind the education management department to solve the problem of heavy academic burden of students as soon as possible, with profound ideas. The article shows a positive attitude towards life, which is enlightening to teenagers. Growing pains grow-worry and happiness, but more are surrounded by contradictions of worry. For a girl who is about to become a girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I'm worried about a two-sided me. At home, I want to play the role of a good girl. Only when there is no mother outside can I truly show myself. When I grew up, something called vitality sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have was oppressed by my mother and I didn't dare to show it. This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; But my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me. However, I feel indescribable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always says: Girls should have seats and stand, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I know all this by heart, and I can almost recite it backwards. My mother is a routine. Repeat. But in my opinion, these are all putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside. Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh, dance and sing with my classmates ... and enjoy the happiness of free growth. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly. But none of this can stop us, and we are still enjoying ourselves. What am I? My mother's good girl? Young and energetic teenagers? Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by No, I am who I am. I don't have to hide myself. I am an energetic teenager. I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up. In the future, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; Outside, I am energetic but not crazy. This is another double-sided me, but I love this me, this double-sided me. The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I am growing up, feeling growing up, enjoying happiness, and enjoying troubles! I don't know when the growing pains have merged into one. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left us more and more troubles. As I grow up day by day, I have more troubles around me. Most of the things that happen at school are unwilling to talk to parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want my ears to suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, my diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate and solve your own problems. It was okay at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. (Some really don't want them to know) That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they openly stated that it was their duty to know everything about me. I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel! Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams. —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Little boy, little troubles, carefree and extremely happy ... But when I really grew up, my troubles increased. When I grew up, my homework gradually increased like a hill. After school, I dare not play or read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try my best to make my pen squirm in my notebook. I was riding my bike home when the light was on. The course is getting heavier and heavier. Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or geography? Or ... how I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children skipping, I want to be one with them! But playing and remembering my poor homework, I'm not in the mood to play any more. How I want to be a boy again, get rid of endless troubles, and be a carefree child again ————————————————————————————————————————————— Under the dim desk lamp, I stare at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again makes me sigh with emotion. The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy. Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past. When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study. As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling. My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it look like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. " Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored, but at this turning point, anyone who relaxes is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away." On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory. My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", "go" in time and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind. —————————————————————— Under the dim desk lamp, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy. Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past. When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study. As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling. My efforts overcame my troubles and everything, making it look like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory. My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", "go" in time and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind. The years of growing up are like running water, coming and going in a hurry. Before you know it, it's time to change again. Around every child like me, there are joys and troubles that irrigate our growth. Happiness and trouble are always two inseparable souls, reflecting each other. Almost all people don't want trouble to follow them. As long as they are happy, they think that there is no trouble and happiness will always accompany them. Some people feel that there is no happiness in the world and fate is always playing tricks on them. The troubles in their hearts make it impossible for them to imagine happiness. But I don't think so. The creator created two poles of things: light and darkness, black and white, justice and evil ... Only when happiness and trouble coexist can we have a regretless growth experience. Did you miss the joy of growing up? After a year in a hurry, the clock struck zero and I grew up again. Counting the happy things in this year, I really can't remember at first. Think again? Got it! It's fun to participate in military training at school! The school organized an autumn outing and had a good time! I also went to the concert, which was really exciting! Also, every time I do my homework, the speed is always twice as fast as that of other students, who haven't finished it yet. I'm already reading extracurricular books! And the time when the competition won the prize; When making new friends; When I received a gift during the holiday ... seriously, in just one year, I added so many shining stars to my growth record. This is not the literary knowledge that can be learned from "endless learning", nor is it an understandable problem-solving idea for Olympiad Mathematics. It is as sweet as candy. I still have unyielding stubbornness and naughty rebellion, eager to catch up with the pace of growth in my growth and hold on to that splendid time. I giggled at the thought. The joy of growing up didn't slip away, but I got it all. I am as satisfied as candy and can't wait to go to my next destination. Growing pains, is it joy or sadness? Everything has its shortcomings. It is this shortcoming that makes it truly perfect, and it is the trouble that makes the original colorful growth path better. Growing up means saying goodbye to the past and everything I miss and give up. Childhood memories are endless, and everything makes us happy and moved. Dolls, ice cream, merry-go-round, these beautiful things will be left behind by us when we grow up. I suddenly woke up from my dream and cried for my mother. Mom said that when I grow up, I will be independent and can't rely on others any more. When my companions grew up with me, I found that they didn't understand me more and more and often spoke ill of me. Teachers don't care about me as much as before, but they don't understand me more and more ... I have experienced many things that I am afraid and hate, and I don't understand why so many people are against me. My troubles are numerous and unreasonable, but it is this kind of trouble that has taught me what happiness can't give me: strength, understanding and tolerance ... just like a cup of tea, it tastes bitter at first and has endless aftertaste. The pace of growth continues, there is no turning back, and there is no need to turn back. Only by knowing that you can't grow twice can you grow up well and live up to these years. Whether it is happiness or trouble, it irrigates my growth and is the nutrition I need. ———————————————————————————————————————————— Although my life journey has just begun, I really appreciate my growth. He brought me happiness, made me mature gradually, and brought me many oases and oceans in my journey. I still remember that I was an innocent, romantic, lively and lovely girl in primary school. Being used to staying at home is unnatural and disgusting to come to school; But because of my natural personality, it didn't take long to get used to it. But the old problem has been solved, and the new problem has come again. I began to question everything about the school. For example, why did the teacher teach me and I didn't? Why did I finish class when the bell rang? Why did you do what the teacher asked you to do? These questions are always hovering in my mind ~ ~ and I can't shake them for a long time. When I got up the courage to ask the teacher, I got cynicism; Ask my most trusted mother again, and I get "silly child, you are really asking for trouble." When I held my breath, my father came back. There was no hope, and I might be criticized. I told him what I thought and why I was rejected ................................ To my surprise, my father answered my question. It turned out to be a "natural law". I was very happy that day and solved the problem for my father. As I grow up day by day, there are many troubles around me. Most of the things that happen at school are unwilling to talk to parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want my ears to suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, my diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate and solve your own problems. It was okay at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. There are some things I don't want them to know. ) That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they openly stated that it was their duty to know everything about me. I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel! Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams. When people grow up, there will always be a lot of troubles. At that time, I was especially envious of carefree children. In a blink of an eye, I rose from primary school to junior high school, my studies increased at once, and my study pressure became more and more serious. When I was in primary school, my grades were always among the best in my class. After I entered junior high school, I didn't adapt to junior high school life. When Duan came, my parents had high hopes for this exam, hoping that I could get an ideal score back, but I just let them down and didn't do very well in the exam. My mother said to me, "it doesn't matter, there is still a midterm." You should cheer up in the mid-term exam. "The pressure has increased. So, I study hard and try to memorize all the knowledge points. Time flies. Suddenly, a quiz came. It's a pity that I was chosen, and I took the exam in English that I was not good at. Needless to say, the results are not ideal, and I didn't get an excellent result (90 points). I haven't recovered yet, and the mid-term exam is coming soon. I had to cram for the last minute. It's better to cram than not cram. I was well prepared, but I won a third prize and finally got my parents to talk. Before I could catch my breath, my mother smiled and said to me, "Dear daughter, try to be a better student next semester and come back with a second-class exam ..." "..." I have nothing to ask the sky, God, come and strike me with lightning ... The pressure has doubled again. Go study hard ... One worry has not been solved yet, and another one has followed. I'm not very good at interpersonal communication. Put me with someone I don't know. As long as I have a few novels and other books, I can definitely boast that "silence is golden" all day. I am not very enthusiastic about people, even a little indifferent, because I don't know what to say to them. I can only smile on my lips. If I don't play together often, I usually don't say hello when I meet my classmates in the street. Probably because of this, I have few friends. Angry ... I really want to go back to my childhood and when I didn't have any troubles, but I know it's impossible, because people always grow up. Remember one sentence: if you can't change the environment, try to adapt. Time is in a hurry, everything is in a hurry, and troubles come in a hurry.

Do you have a composition about ice cream? Ice cream, you spelled it wrong.

Knowledge about ice cream Soft ice cream comes from the ice cream machine. It's not frozen. Hard ice cream is frozen.

The slogan about ice cream is cool in summer ~ with you ~

Write a composition about ice cream, highlighting its color, fragrance, taste and shape. Popsicle brings coolness in hot summer, and then it is sweet in the mouth. I want to make an ice cream with my own unique flavor today!

I opened the magazine and the result was this: 1 milk or yogurt 150ml.

2 a little butter (15ml~25ml each)

3 sugar (according to taste)

1, 2, 3 Even, it is better to be foamed (even if there is foam), pour it into disposable paper cups (not afraid of freezing the container or not taking out the finished product), and put it in the refrigerator for 3-5 hours. It was really troublesome, but I didn't give up and started doing it according to his steps. Once, twice ... I failed several times and I was really disappointed. I decided not to do it. But let me see, I can't even make such a small ice cream. What should I do in the future? So I kept doing it. An hour later, I finally finished it. Really tired. I quickly put it in the refrigerator, waiting for the joy of eating my own ice cream. In the afternoon, I took out my ice cream and couldn't wait to open the box, looking at my lovely "baby". Wow, what a beautiful ice cream! The white shell with a little chocolate on it makes people drool. I quickly took a bite and felt cold in my mouth. It was delicious! I took one bite after another and finished it in a short time, with endless aftertaste.

Although it was difficult to make ice cream this time, I experienced the joy of success. I will do it again next time!

Ice cream "couple's screen name"

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Make an ice cream composition, "I really want to eat ice cream, but I don't want to buy it!" " "My sister fanned her fan feebly and drank ice water." Either … or we can do it ourselves! ""I threw the fan aside excitedly. "Yes, why didn't I think of that?" My sister jumped up with joy, and her head almost touched the ceiling. So, we split up to find something.

After a while, we started making ice cream.

We make chocolate ice cream. First, open the chocolate bag and put it in the sun, and the chocolate will melt. Then put the chocolates in a bowl one by one, and add some fresh milk while stirring, so as to make the chocolate taste less strong. About 5 minutes, when the chocolate turns pale white, you can stop, add some almonds and it's done. I put the chocolate ice cream in the refrigerator, set the time and began to wait.

Twenty minutes have passed. ...

Thirty minutes passed. ...

"Di" finally rang, and we excitedly opened the refrigerator. The ice cream we made immediately appeared before my eyes. I couldn't wait to pick it up and take a bite. Wow! This can be called instant melting. Then, I finished it two or three times. I patted my stomach, licked my fingers and smiled with satisfaction.

In summer, you eat ice cream because the weather is hot, but have you ever eaten your own ice cream?

As for the screen name of ice cream, you should bring the symbol sweet. Baao

There is a novel about ice cream. Ice cream fell in love with Rao Xueman.

I like Li Yaling ice cream.

Ice cream planet (about love and responsibility)/whimsy on the planet

Naughty Nicholas Out of Print Story 5: Chocolate Strawberry Ice Cream Rene Gosini Vinjean-Jacques Sang Bei

Ice cream (formerly ice cream, from the early ice cream) is a frozen dessert, naturally made from dairy products. Such as milk and cream, are often mixed with fruits or other ingredients and condiments. Most varieties contain sugar, although some are made with other sweeteners.