Writing lens

1. Write an essay with the title "Lens"

Campus is a colorful world. Every shot and every fragment on campus will be treasured in our youth* ** Collection, never fade.

Scene A: The dynamic partner "Ding Lingling..." After two classes, several "Jordan No. 2" players in the class couldn't wait to hold their beloved basketballs and rushed out of the classroom. When he came to the playground, he began to show off his "heroic appearance"; passing, passing, shooting... Every move was so precise that teachers and classmates who passed by couldn't help but stop and watch. "Ouch!" Suddenly, the "slam dunk master" was knocked to the ground.

The sports committee member, who was as strong as an ox, hurriedly helped him up, asked with concern, and patted the dirt off his body. The "Slam Dunk Master" raised his hand chicly and said, "It's okay. Go on!" The playground was boiling again.

It seems that basketball is really a "brave man's game" that is both fun and exciting. No wonder the boys are always shouting: "Basketball, my dream!" Shot B: Sunshine Morning Reading Follow-up The noisy situation in the classroom suddenly became quiet as soon as "morning reading begins" was heard on the podium. "Team leader A goes back to his seat to read English..." "B is still talking, hurry up and take out the English book..." "Let's ask the team leader to check yesterday's dictation... "Buzz buzz... buzz buzz... "A loud sound of reading flew out of the classroom. If you look carefully, you can see that some are holding books in a daze, some are talking with their heads covered with books, some are biting their nails, some are playing with small objects, some are reading softly, and some are closed. Those who recite it with blindfolded ears can be described as having all kinds of strange things.

What a sunny morning reading

2. Three scenes in life (composition)

Life. , like a movie with twists and turns, each wonderful little shot makes up a colorful life.

I love life, and I also love every little shot, which inspires and inspires me. Be educated. However, I prefer the small shot in the library.

In the early morning, the door of the library opened, and all kinds of people rushed into the library with shawl hair. Those with braids, those with shaved heads, those with parted hair, those with black hair, those with white hair... those wearing leather shoes, those wearing sneakers, those with high heels, those with low heels... The spacious library seemed a lot more crowded. < /p>

People entered the library, took a deep breath, and smiled happily, as if the air in the library that had been closed all night was very fresh. Then, those double eyelids, those red phoenix eyes, The eyes covered with crow's feet at the corners were all focused on their own goals; the rough hands, delicate hands, wide hands, and slender hands all carefully took down the book and touched it very gently, as if stroking The child's smooth face... After a period of commotion in the library, it returned to its usual calm. Only the occasional sound of turning books could be heard, which was very small and short. People were completely immersed in the ocean of books... A young man wearing glasses, while reading a book at his desk, sometimes stopped to frown and think about something, and from time to time he adjusted the glasses that had slipped to the bridge of his nose; a girl with shawl hair did not bother to tidy up at the moment. She just glanced at the long, messy hair greedily with her big eyes, flicking the bangs hanging down to her forehead. Looking at her expression, if she had a pair of scissors, she would definitely twist the bangs; An old man, with reading glasses on his nose, squinted his eyes and held the book far away, which seemed very laborious, but he still couldn't bear to put the book down; several children were lying on the table, pointing at the words with their fingers, one word at a time. I recited it very hard, but very focused... I left the library quietly without disturbing anyone, but I can never forget this little scene in my life.

It seems to be telling me something, what is it? Outside the window, the cold wind is blowing violently, picking up the confetti on the ground and dancing wildly with the snowflakes. People are rushing on their way, and there is really no one on the opposite platform at the moment. Less.

At the corner, an old man with gray hair wearing an old cotton army coat was waving a broom and shovel in his hands, sweeping away the garbage and snow on the road. The old white towel kept swinging... Not far away, a young man and woman were walking towards the intersection.

Wearing gorgeous and fashionable fur coats and shiny black leather boots, they walked forward cautiously for fear of getting the leather boots dirty... "Ah! My shoes..." "Hey, old man, do you have eyes..." Suddenly, a burst of curses came from the intersection, surprising the people waiting for the bus. It turned out that the old man accidentally shoveled snow onto the young girl's leather boots.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I'll wipe it for you..." The old man quickly put down the tools in his hands and took off the old white towel from his neck as he spoke, preparing to bend down to polish the shoes. . The young boy stepped forward and pushed the old man to the ground, and said, "Why are you wiping with this tattered towel? Don't damage my friend's shoes. Can you afford to pay more than two thousand?" After the boy said this, he said: He took out a napkin from his pocket and leaned down to clean the girl's shoes.

Then he threw it away, helped the girl and left cursing, leaving only the old man sitting on the ground shaking his head and the people waiting for the bus who were talking about it.

"We are the successors of communism..." A group of red scarves came with cheerful singing. As they got closer, they slowly lifted up the old man on the ground, picked up the napkins on the ground, and picked up the old man's working tools and brooms. Wave lightly, lift the shovel lightly... The old man showed a knowing smile, and the people waiting on the platform also showed smiles of admiration.

"We are the successors of communism..." cheerful singing echoed in the air. My eyes lit up, and a ray of sunlight shined into the cabin outside the window, making people feel warm.

There is a classmate’s mother. Although I have only met her three times and don’t know her name, her beautiful heart and noble moral character are deeply engraved in my young heart. . On a Sunday morning before summer vacation, I came out early with the two yuan my grandma gave me to buy food.

At this time I saw the mother of a classmate walking in front of me. I was just about to walk over and say hello to her, when suddenly a person appeared in front of me.

The man was about forty years old, wearing a straw hat, dirty clothes, and there was a lot of mud on his pants. He was holding a sack in his hand. There were many lively frogs in the sack.

What are they talking about? snort! There must be nothing good going on! I think. So I ran to a place where they couldn't see me and eavesdropped on what they were saying? Just listen to that person saying: "Miss, this is a high-quality frog. It is delicious and nourishing. I will buy it for fifty yuan."

"Frogs are beneficial insects and can help you catch pests. But if you catch them and sell them, it will be impossible for your crops to be harvested." Now the man said anxiously: "Do you want to buy them? If you don't, I will sell them to others."

< p> She thought for a while and said: "Here, this is fifty yuan, I bought it." Then, I saw her carrying a sack and getting on a bus to the suburbs. Out of curiosity, I Following her to the outskirts, it turned out that she was here to release frogs.

Although I spent the two yuan to buy the ticket and was very hungry, thinking of her noble qualities, I couldn't help but feel a warm current in my heart. It was a small thing, a trivial thing, but it left a deep impression on my memory and I will never forget it.

That day, my mother and I went to the market to buy vegetables. When we got there, we started shopping, and I suddenly saw a little girl struggling to find something on the ground.

The vegetable market is so dirty. There is black sewage, rotten vegetable leaves and dead shrimps and fish everywhere on the ground. Suddenly, she picked out a dirty one dollar from a pile of rotten vegetable leaves.

I ran forward excitedly. I thought she was going to buy snacks, so I followed her. Unexpectedly, she ran to an aunt and said to her in a childish voice: "Auntie, you just lost one yuan. , please take it." Just then the little girl's mother arrived and asked what was wrong.

The aunt glanced at her and said, "Give this dollar to your daughter. I don't want it anyway." Her mother then realized and threw away the money in the little girl's hand, with her hands. 3. Composition on small shots in life (required to write a few shots)

Small shots in life

Life is like a kaleidoscope, colorful; it is also like scenes of wonderful movies , always before our eyes. Likewise, life movies also show the good and bad sides of people.

On this day, as soon as I went downstairs, I saw a cleaner pushing a garbage truck and came to our community to sweep the floor. I took out my bicycle and practiced riding in the community. After a while, I saw the cleaner again. He was struggling to sweep the floor. I saw sweat on his head and wiped it with a towel from time to time. I wanted to go up and help him, but the scene made me have no idea about cleaning. Workers fight against injustice.

In the early morning, the door of the library opened, and all kinds of people rushed into the library. People with shawls

People with hair, people with braids, people with shaved heads, people with parted hair, people with black hair, people with white hair,... people with leather shoes

People with sneakers, high heels , low-heeled,... the spacious library seems a bit crowded.

People entered the library, took a deep breath, smiled happily, and looked at the pictures that had been closed all night.

The air in the library seemed very fresh, and then , those double eyelids, those phoenix eyes, those eyes with crow's feet at the corners, all focused on their own goals; those rough hands, delicate hands, broad hands, and slender hands all carefully took down the book, extremely Touching it gently is like stroking the smooth face of a child...

After a period of commotion in the library, it returned to its usual calm. Only the occasional sound of turning books could be heard, which seemed extremely tense. Small, very short.

People are completely immersed in the ocean of books...

A young man wearing glasses, while reading at his desk, sometimes stopped and frowned to think about something, and from time to time he would hold the book that had slipped to the bridge of his nose. Wearing glasses; a girl with shawl hair, who didn't care to tidy up her long and messy hair at the moment, just glanced greedily with her big eyes, and flicked the bangs hanging down to her forehead. Looking at her expression, If she had a pair of scissors, she would definitely twist the bangs; an old man, with reading glasses on his nose, squinted his eyes, and held the book far away, which seemed to be very laborious, but still reluctant to put the book down; Several children were lying on the table, pointing at the words, and reading word by word. It was very difficult, but very focused...

I left the library quietly without disturbing anyone. But I can never forget this little scene in my life. He seemed to be telling me something, what was it? 4. How to write an essay about unforgettable close-ups

I am an amateur photojournalist. Through my lens, I captured the joys and sorrows of my classmates, every word and deed, and the beautiful scenery of the school. The environment captured the rapid changes in my hometown...but more importantly, I captured the footprints of the students' growth... Shot 1: Whenever I see a photo in front of my desk, I remember one thing. It was a Saturday afternoon when I went out to buy things. When I passed the bridge, I saw a woman pulling a cart not far from me. She was holding the bridle of the car with one hand and holding on to the bridge railing with the other, pulling hard up the bridge slope. The car was loaded with heavy cargo. She was already panting from exhaustion, but the car could not be pulled up. At this time, the two little boys playing by the bridge saw this situation, quickly put down their toys, took three steps and two steps, and helped the woman pull the cart without hesitation. The car was driving easily on the bridge slope, and two little boys wearing red scarves were pushing and running behind the car. I quickly focused the camera on them...looking at the woman's retreating back. , the two little boys and I looked at each other and smiled, and couldn't help but feel happy.

Oh! It turns out that helping others can make them happy! Shot 2: "Click", I quickly took this set of shots: Han Peng took the donations and donations from the students with tears in his hands. He was so moved that he didn't know what to say. He lowered his head. After a while, he finally I raised my head and choked up and said, "Thank you, classmates and teachers, for your help. I...I will definitely study hard..." As a young photojournalist, I quickly figured out the whole story: it turned out that I was a five (3) When the unfortunate news that classmate Han Peng's mother died of uremia and the family's financial difficulties reached the ears of the classmates, they unanimously decided to warm Han Peng's heart with their own warm hearts. After deciding, the school team department launched a fund-raising activity for Han Peng. Donations and letters fell into Han Peng's hands like snowflakes. The fists of love and the deep love warmed Han Peng's heart. Every day, his classmates accompany him to do homework, play and have fun.

Han Peng lives in a big loving family, bathed in the sunshine and rain of the Party, and he shows a smile that he has not seen for a long time... The students used their love to compose a song "Devotion of Love" . Shot 3: On a sunny afternoon, the school launched a public welfare activity to completely eradicate the breeding ground of SARS germs, and bright red flags caught people's eyes. The students were carrying cleaning tools and were going to clean the streets. Look, the students are all working enthusiastically. The student sweeping the floor over there is like a little tiger, bending down, holding the broom tightly with both hands, sweeping hard, and the garbage is "moved" to the garbage bin. The students were very motivated, especially the boys, who rushed to work and shouldered heavy responsibilities bravely. The little faces are like ripe apples. The students in this class work together and take their own responsibilities; the students in that class are not to be outdone, divide the work and cooperate, and work in step. Under the guidance of the teacher, the students worked so energetically and in an orderly manner, which attracted praises from passers-by on the street. I took this picture of "public welfare labor" with great satisfaction. I also took many such shots, which recorded the growth of the students. More importantly, through them, I saw the gold-like hearts of the students and the shadow of qualified little citizens. 5. There are shots one, two, and three in the composition about people

A group of small shots in life. Life is like a long movie, in which there are many touching, interesting and inspiring moments. small lens.

And these small lenses make life more exciting and dazzling. So, please take a look at a little shot of my life below! Shot 1: On the road leading to the park, a young woman dressed like an ancient beauty is walking towards the other side of the park with elegant steps.

She was wearing a red cheongsam, holding a red bag in her hand, and wearing a pair of dark red high heels; she had willow eyebrows, charming almond eyes, a slender mouth, a small nose, and a pointed nose. She has an oval face, her chin is slightly raised, and her long hair like a waterfall is flying in the wind behind her. There was a faint fragrance exuding from his body, and his mysterious yet approachable temperament made passers-by stare blankly.

Scene 2: While walking, she suddenly stepped on an unknown object, causing her to stagger a few steps and almost fall. When she stood firm, she glared at the unknown object fiercely, pouted her mouth in dissatisfaction, and muttered in a low voice: "Damn garbage! It's so disgusting!", looked at the unknown object in disgust, raised her feet, Give it a kick.

Scene 3: "Wow..." A stack of red banknotes fell out, and one hundred yuan with bulging pink cheeks came into her eyes. In her eyes, those The banknotes seemed to be waving to her, should she take them or not? She seemed to hesitate. Shot 4: She looked around cautiously, and when she found that no one was paying attention to her, she immediately bent down, picked up the money and put it into her small bag.

Then he pretended that nothing happened and continued on his way. Shot 5: Under the setting sun, her figure is long, her long flowing hair is flying in the wind, and her back is still so elegant and generous... Life is like a vast ocean, and the little things that happen in life are like a part of the ocean. Little waves.

The waves are big or small, good or bad, true, good or beautiful... and the inspiration they give is often very philosophical, truth, goodness and beauty are more beautiful than hypocrisy! A set of short shots in life. Indispensable for a life full of fun is a bright smile and hearty laughter. When a smile flashes across your eyes and a trace of laughter is heard, your irritable mood will become relieved. In our daily lives, the footprints of laughter are everywhere on campus. Let us witness and share the joy of laughter.

"Haha, haha", the playground is full of our laughter, and even the whole school is covered by this laughter; look, it turns out that our class, led by the math teacher, is on the playground Jumping on a long rope, one in and one out, there are always three people in the long rope. The classmates in our class cooperated tacitly, and even the boys never slowed down a beat. Gradually, we started playing fancy rope skipping. The men and women were divided into two groups, each The next two groups enter one person at the same time. As long as one person beats slower or faster, this group of people will be judged to lose. We had so much fun that we never forgot to smile even when we were tired and sweating profusely.

"Haha" this month, our class won another mobile red flag with six small red flags. This mobile red flag has been in our class for a long time. It seems that it is going to set up camp in our class. Seeing this red flag still flying in our class, the teacher and classmates couldn't help but laugh. At the sports meeting, the sports committee member of our class showed his grace and won a championship in the men's 300-meter run and relay race for our class. The moment he crossed the line, the students cheered: "Our class won, our class won ”

Back in the classroom, the laughter of the students echoed again and again. Listen, how hearty the laughter is; look, how bright the smile is.

In fact, laughter is a set of small shots in our lives. 6. An essay: Small scenes in life

Small scenes in life - short ruler

Opening the drawer inadvertently, I saw the broken ruler again, and couldn't help but think of a few more That incident years ago...

It was a mid-term math exam in grade 6 of elementary school. The day before the exam, the teacher told us: "Students, there is a drawing question in this exam, so everyone must bring pencils." Ruler. "That night, I reviewed late and didn't pack anything I needed to take for the exam. The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw, ah? It’s already 7:30! Oops, I'm late for the exam! I got dressed in a hurry, put the pencils, erasers, etc. that were spread out on the table into my school bag, and rushed to school.

When I got to the classroom, I took out the things one by one. Pencil, eraser, pen, ruler...eh? ah! ruler! I forgot my ruler! It’s over, there are only 5 minutes left before the exam, what should I do?

I turned my school bag upside down and searched around the seat, hoping to find a ruler. But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag was empty, the ground was clean, and there was nothing. Alas, this is terrible. I don’t have a ruler. How can I do the drawing questions?

The teacher had already come in with the paper, and I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from behind me: "What's wrong with you? Did you lose something?" I looked back, but I didn't recognize it. The so-called emergency medical treatment, although I felt that he could not help much, I still told him that I forgot to bring the ruler. He sank for a while and said, "I'll give it to you." I was wondering when I suddenly saw him snap his new ruler in half, handed one of the pieces to me, and said, " "Here, take it and use it."

I took the half ruler, and a feeling of gratitude rose from the bottom of my heart, but before I could say anything, the *** rang and started. It was time for the exam, so I had to turn around and start answering the questions attentively, using the cut-off ruler to draw pictures carefully...

*** sounded again, and the exam was over. I let out a long breath. I turned around and wanted to thank him, but I didn't know what to say. He seemed to understand what I was thinking, smiled and said, "You're welcome. We should help each other. I'll give you that ruler." "After that, he picked up the things and left. Looking at his leaving back and then looking at the ruler in his hand, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Several years have passed since this incident, but I still remember it clearly and it will continue to remain in my heart. It made me feel the true love in the world, and I will continue to spread this true love. I hope that all people can feel this true love and pass it on.

7. An unforgettable close-up essay of 200 words

Unforgettable that determined look. On May 22, I saw you on TV. What appeared on the screen was you among the ruins, cement slabs and broken bones. Liang pressed your thin body heavily, and the only thing that could be seen was a close-up of your determined gaze.

You are buried under heavy cement slabs and broken beams. You have been holding on for several days, believing that someone will come to save you. I believe that someone will hand you a bottle of mineral water with both hands. You have been waiting for a long time, but still no one comes to save you, not even a drop of water to drink.

But you didn’t give up or fall asleep. Instead, you always reminded yourself: keep a clear mind, persistence is victory. Time passes day by day, you wait 24 hours, 48 ??hours, 72 hours... Still no one comes to save you, and no one walks through this place, but you say you will never give up, even if it is just Even with my last breath, I will not give up and continue to persevere.

Finally, someone comes. You put your hand out of the gap, pick up a small stone, and throw it outside. There was a "boom" and you were very happy because you knew someone was coming to save you.

You brace yourself and look forward to being rescued as soon as possible. Your determined gaze is so unforgettable to me! The host said: Because there are too many stone slabs pressing on you, there is no help from heavy machinery, and there are constant aftershocks happening there, it is difficult for the rescue uncle to rescue you.

Time passes by, but the rescue uncle still cannot rescue you. At that time, you had persisted for more than 113 hours, and you still did not give up, still persisted, and still looked forward to it.

You actually said to the uncles who were rescuing: "Uncle, take your time, don't be anxious, I can still persevere." The rescuing uncle was moved by your perseverance and determination. Inspired by the touching words, there is no reason not to save you, and no difficulty can stop the action of saving you.

They worked tirelessly and finally slowly rescued you and immediately put you in the ambulance. Now, although I don't know if you have recovered, your determined eyes under the ruins have been deeply imprinted in my mind. I believe that good people have a safe life.

Because I saw in your eyes the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation, the strength of the Chinese nation to endure pain, and the hope of the Chinese nation’s growing prosperity.