A dance of writing a composition and shoes

1. First-grade composition 15-word shoe ball

Composition: The night of the shoe ball is really quiet, and there is only a slight snoring in the room. The big black leather shoes in front of the bed sighed and said, "Alas, it's so boring!" "

"Really?" High heels say, "If you are too bored, let's dance!" " Say that finish, bent down and made a "please" gesture to the big black leather shoes.

The moonlight shines through the window, and the red carpet is like a big stage illuminated by spotlights. High-heeled shoes are dancing ballet, foam slippers are dancing tap, flat shoes are dancing yangko, big black shoes are dancing disco, sneakers are taking a spacewalk and jumping off the break dance ...

"Pop", a pair of red velvet slippers emerged from the corner of the bed. There is a terrible big hole in her body-the upper and sole are cracked, so she can't dance, and she is very sad.

In the sewing box on the table, a big needle watching the excitement said, "Don't be sad, red velvet slippers, I'll sew them for you!"

He dragged a strong long line and jumped down, plunged into the upper and then plunged into the sole. "Ouch!" The hard sole clamped the tip of his head, so he couldn't get in or out, and tears rolled in his eyes with pain. "Brother awl, help!" Big needle can't help shouting.

The awl jumps out of the sewing box: "Oh, big needle, don't be afraid, I'll clear the way for you." With the help of brother awl, the big opening of the red velvet slippers was closed bit by bit. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" Red velvet slippers are red with joy! She bent down gracefully and asked the big needle and awl to dance together.

So, on the red carpet, red velvet slippers, big needles, awls and all kinds of shoes all jumped up happily.

suddenly, the person on the bed turned over. Oh, it's almost dawn! Everyone was startled. They stood on tiptoe and flew back to their original place of residence, and the atmosphere dared not breathe. Only the red velvet slippers refused to go back to the black corner under the bed.

In the morning, the hostess got up, and when she saw the red velvet slippers that she had bought and cracked after only one day, she wanted to throw them away. She was surprised and shouted, "Hey, how did my slippers get better?" 2. Boots Gala Composition 45

This morning, I got up and saw my shoes were dirty, so I thought I should clean them once. After breakfast, I took a basin, brushes, shoes and other items to the yard. Then, I took the basin to put some water on the tap. I started cleaning my shoes. I got them wet first. Then, I use a brush to brush back and forth on the edge of my shoes. The mud on the edge of shoes is easy to brush off, but the dirt on the edge of shoes is more difficult to wash off. They just don't want to move. What should we do? Can I be afraid of it? I must find a way to get them off my shoes. At this moment, I thought that my mother used soap to brush her shoes. So, I immediately took soap and rubbed some on the edge of my shoes. Then, I picked up the brush and brushed it back and forth on the edge of my shoes. I brushed and brushed, and a lot of soap bubbles came out. I saw more and more soap bubbles, and I thought it was really fun. I also noticed that some soap bubbles changed from black to gray at first, gradually faded and gradually became. I got my shoes wet first. Start cleaning shoes.

in the afternoon, I went to the balcony and saw that the shoes were dry and gradually faded. Then. Then, then? I must find a way to ask them to leave my shoes. When I get up, I see my shoes are dirty and so clean. I think that my mother usually brushes them with soap. From this labor of cleaning shoes, I took my shoes to the balcony, put them on the frame above the balcony to let the sun shine, and all the soap bubbles on them melted into the water. It's just a little residual foam or something attached to it. I brushed and brushed, but the dirt on the edge of the shoes was more difficult to wash away. I immediately took soap and wiped some on the edge of the shoes. Mud on the edge of shoes is easy to brush off. So, shoes and other items came to the yard, and a lot of soap bubbles were brushed. These shoes were really clean, and I realized the benefits of labor. I took the basin and put some water on the tap. I rubbed it for a while. At this time. I also noticed that some soap bubbles changed from black at first to gray and brushes. I just laughed. So. I put my shoes under the water and washed them. Then, I took the basin and thought I should clean it once. As soon as the shoes are put in the basin. Clear water "spouted" down. I picked up a brush and brushed it back and forth on the edge of my shoes. While wiping it with a brush, I picked up my shoes and looked at them. I continued to wipe, I came under the tap with my shoes, and I went home.

have a good breakfast. Soon the shoes became very clean. Then, I stopped wiping. They just don't want to move. I used a brush to brush back and forth on the edge of my shoes, and I saw that the soap bubbles were no longer black. I saw the soap bubbles brush more and more, and slowly turned white. Then. I turned on the tap and thought it was really fun. What should I do this morning? Can I be afraid of it? Put my shoes in the basin. Ah. I took a brush and brushed it gently. 3. An 8-word composition with the theme of Andersen's fairy tale and the story of red dancing shoes < P > Once upon a time, there was a little girl, a very cute and beautiful girl.

But she has to walk barefoot in summer because she is poor. In winter, she dragged a pair of heavy wooden shoes and her instep was red, which was very uncomfortable.

In the middle of the village lived an old woman shoemaker. She used old red cloth, sat down and sewed a pair of little shoes with her best efforts.

These shoes look rather stupid, but she has good intentions, because they are sewn for the little girl. The little girl's name is Karen.

On the day her mother was buried, she got this pair of red dancing shoes. This is the first time she has worn it.

indeed, this is not something to wear in mourning; But she has no other shoes to wear. So she put a pair of little barefoot in and walked behind a simple coffin.

at this moment, a big old car suddenly came. There is an old lady sitting in the car.

When she saw this little girl, she felt very sorry for her, so she said to the priest, "Give this little girl to me, and I will treat her well!" " Karen thought it was because of her red dancing shoes. But the old lady said red dancing shoes were disgusting, so she burned them.

But now Karen wears clean and tidy clothes. She learned to read and sew, and others said she was cute.

But her mirror says, "You are not only cute; You are simply beautiful. " Once the queen traveled all over the country; She took her little daughter with her, and this is a princess.

The common people flocked to the palace gate to see it, and Karen was among them. The little princess, dressed in beautiful white, stood in the window for everyone to see her.

She didn't wear a back bow or a gold crown, but she wore a pair of gorgeous red tanned shoes. Compared with the shoes that the shoemaker made for little Karen, these shoes are certainly much more beautiful.

nothing in the world can compare with red dancing shoes! Now Karen is old enough to be confirmed. She will have new clothes to wear; She will wear new shoes, too.

A wealthy shoemaker in the city measured her little feet, which was done in his own shop and in his own small room. There are many large glass shelves with many neat shoes and shiny boots on display.

all these are beautiful, but the old lady's eyes are not clear, so she is not interested. Among these many shoes, there is a pair of red dancing shoes; It's exactly like the Shuang Yi the princess is wearing.

how beautiful they are! The shoemaker said that these shoes were made for an earl's young lady, but they didn't fit her feet very well. "It must be made of patent leather," said the old lady. "That's why it shines like this!" "Yes, it shines!" Karen said.

The shoes fit her feet, so she bought them. But the old lady didn't know it was red, because she would never let Karen wear a pair of red dancing shoes to the confirmation ceremony.

but Karen went. Everyone is looking at her feet.

When she walked to the door of the choir in the church, she felt as if the statues on the headstones, the priests with stiff collars and black robes, and the portraits of their wives were staring at her red dancing shoes. The priest put his hand on her head and talked about the holy baptism, her vows with God and her responsibilities as a Christian. At this moment, all she could think about was her shoes.

The organ played solemn music, the children's sweet voices sang hymns, and so did the old hymn captain, but Karen only thought about her red dancing shoes. That afternoon, the old lady heard that the shoes were red.

so she said, this is too much nonsense and decency. She also said that from now on, Karen must wear black shoes when she goes to church again, even if it is old.

Eucharist will be held next Sunday. Karen looked at the black shoes, looked at the red dancing shoes again, and finally decided to put on the red dancing shoes.

the sun shines beautifully. Karen and the old lady are walking on the path in the field.

there is some dust on the road. There is a disabled veteran standing on a crutch at the door of the church.

He has a strange long beard. This beard is red rather than white because it is red.

he almost bent to the ground; He told the old lady if he could wipe the dust off her shoes. Karen also put out her little feet.

"What beautiful dancing shoes!" The veteran said, "it is the best for you to wear when dancing!" " So he tapped his hand on the soles of his shoes several times. The old lady sent some silver cents to the soldier, and then she took Karen into the church.

All the people in the church are looking at Karen's red dancing shoes, and all the portraits are looking at them. When Karen knelt in front of the Eucharist with the golden chalice in her mouth, all she thought about was her red dancing shoes, which seemed to float in the Eucharist in front of her.

she forgot to sing the hymn; She forgot to say her prayers. Now everyone is out of the church.

The old lady went into her car, and Karen also stepped up and got into the car. Then the veteran standing by said, "What beautiful dancing shoes!" Karen can't stand this compliment: she has to jump a few steps.

as soon as she started, her legs kept jumping. These shoes seem to control her legs.

She danced around the corner of the church. She couldn't stop. The coachman had to run after her, grab her and carry her into the car.

but her feet were still jumping, and as a result, she kicked the kind-hearted lady violently. Finally they took off her shoes; In this way, her legs will be quiet.

These shoes are put in a cupboard at home, but Karen can't help looking. Now the old lady is sick and lies down; Everyone says she probably won't get well.

She needs someone to look after her, but this kind of work should not be done by others, but by Karen. But at this time there was a big dance in the city, and Karen was invited.

she looks? Looking at the old lady who can't get well, she looked at those red dancing shoes again. She thought it wouldn't hurt to look at them. There is no harm in wearing these shoes.

but in this way, she went to the dance and began to dance. But when she wanted to turn right, her shoes jumped to the left.

when she wants to go up, her shoes have to jump down, and she has to go down the stairs until she reaches the street and walks out of the city gate. 4. Write a composition with the topic "I was trampled by my mother's high heels". How to write it < P > A mother who steps on high heels can carry the whole world.

I've never seen my mother wear other shoes except high heels. My mother always wears only high heels.

She climbed Huaguo Mountain in high heels, and she went to the seaside in high heels. When she came back from the mountain, her heels were all worn out; She came back from the seaside with gravel on her heels that smelled of sea.

When I was a child, I walked behind my mother and climbed the stairs. I reached out and grabbed my mother's skirt. Mom steps on the stairs, always the forefoot.

Half of her shoes are on the edge of the stairs, and her high heels are left in the air. Sometimes, I am locked at home.

I listened to everyone's footsteps alone. I can hear the voice of my mother coming back as clearly as a puppy: da da da.

My mother is an ordinary worker, a storekeeper, and a woman with only junior high school education. My mother likes smoking, drinking and drinking red wine.

My mother also likes Gone with the Wind, Wuthering Heights, foreign perfumes and movies. My mother likes velvet clothes, sequined cheongsam and feathered shawls. My mother always wears makeup, from five in the morning to twelve at night.

we have never seen mom without makeup, and neither have outsiders. When she had a high fever and went into a coma, her father took her to the hospital and she fell off her motorcycle.

it was that time that my mother put on makeup to see a doctor. Meanwhile, wearing high heels.

mom is very, very hardworking. I mean, she's really hardworking.

My mother can do all the work. She can do anything: she cooks a good dish. This girl from the northeast of China has learned authentic Sichuan food in her marriage for more than 2 years. She can knit sweaters and trousers. She knitted all my sweaters by herself before I was twelve.

My cotton-padded jacket and trousers are made by my mother. In winter, my mother will sew the quilt and sit crooked. In the sun and on the satin, those pink and green dragons and phoenixes glow with warm light.

mom broke the thread with her teeth. Mother spread the snow-white cotton wool evenly.

My mother can shoot mice and weave fishing nets. My mother can soak sour ginger, sour pepper and sour cowpea.

mom can fill sausages and make bacon. My mother can farm, feed pigs and hit rocks.

My mother is also very strong. When she was young, she could carry 18 Jin of stones, so she was called "Iron Girl". My mother can still carry me.

My mother likes dancing. When I was eight or nine years old, people all over the country were dancing.

The song-and-dance nature that has been suppressed for many years and people's enthusiasm all burst out. So many dances, touch touch touch.

Men who can't dance, who are shy, would rather have their shoes crushed than learn to dance. My mother is a master dancer.

At that time, all men were proud to dance with my mother. I was young, and my mother taught me three steps and four steps.

I watched my mother dance at the dance. My mother wore a fishtail skirt, her calves were straight, she wore shiny clothes, her hair was tied in a high bun (when my mother picked me up from school, many female teachers surrounded her and pestered her to teach everyone to twist her head), and she was stepping on a pair of high heels of seven centimeters.