I learned the composition of grade five.

I learned eight fifth-grade compositions.

Light the fire first, and then pour the oil slowly along the side of the pot. When the oil is hot, it makes a "squeaky" sound in the pot, and the white hot air rises upwards, quickly putting the cut vegetables into the pot. The following is what I bring to you. I learned the composition of grade five, I hope it will help you.

I learned the fifth grade composition 1. I learned a swimming posture called breaststroke. This is what coach Li taught me when I learned to swim in the swimming pool during the summer vacation.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ... After the warm-up exercise, coach Li taught us to hold our breath first. At first I dived into the water and kept it for 5 seconds, but I floated. We have been practicing holding our breath in this class. After a class, I held my breath longer and longer. Hold your breath when you go home every morning.

In the second class, coach Li taught us the breaststroke posture. Stretch your legs to your sides with your hands, and look up when your hands reach your sides. We only practiced one movement in one class, and soon another class passed.

In the third class, coach Li asked us to try a floating board in the water. Everyone, including me, has tried At first, I could only swim three meters. I practiced again and again, and I swam farther than before.

I can swim the whole swimming pool less in the fourth class. I've been practicing. For the sixth time, you don't have to swim with the help of a floating board, and the whole swimming pool goes back and forth once.

So I graduated.

I have learned a lot, but what really gives me a sense of accomplishment is playing the piano.

That was when I was in second grade. At that time, I was young and didn't know anything. But I didn't expect that at the end of the summer vacation, my mother actually gave me an interest class-playing the piano.

I hate playing the piano very much. Because playing the piano is boring. I practice every day, so I silently "pray" every day: the teacher is not at home, the teacher is not at home. In the end, I can't get what I want. After coming to the training class, the teacher first told me some key and difficult notes and phonetic symbols, and then I practiced by myself. Once, I refused to practice the piano, and my mother gave me a good scolding. After that, I hated playing the piano even more. Every time I hear the word piano, my original happy smile slowly disappears. After a long time, when I can play wonderful notes by myself, I gradually realized the fun of playing the piano and began to like it. Finally, I went to the first grade, and I succeeded. At that time, my mood was beyond description in all languages.

I have been learning piano for almost three years. From the beginning of learning the piano, I understand a truth: as long as people are willing to work hard, they will certainly gain something!

I learned the third composition of grade five. When I was four years old, I couldn't help laughing.

At that time, when I was young, I saw my mother comb my hair a few times with a comb, then tied it with a rubber band, and then began to braid it. After I finished knitting, I tied a beautiful braid with a rubber band. I looked at it and thought, this is too simple. I decided to have a try.

I combed it from bottom to top with a small comb, "Ouch!" Oh, dear! It hurts! "But I persisted, thinking: Nothing will get better soon. Then braid your hair like mom. Hey, why is it so ugly? Whatever! And then I kept making it up. After editing, I looked in the mirror and said, "Ah! Monster! "This is earth-shattering, and all the mothers who look at chickens in the yard are called out." What happened? Ha ha ha ha! Who tied it? ""woo ... mom! Help me! "I saw my mother coming to me with scissors." Click "My mother cut the rubber band.

After that, I'm still practicing. A year later, I can comb my hair by myself. From this incident, I understand a truth: many good things grind.

I just moved to my new home, but unfortunately the yard was covered with grass and deserted, so I decided to grow vegetables. After simple treatments such as weeding and leveling, four small vegetable plots have been idle.

Ask my neighbor's sister. She told me that because of the hot weather, I couldn't grow vegetables for a long time. After a while, you can grow radishes, vegetables and the like. When I went to my father's vegetable field, I found a lush onion, so I pulled it back a lot, cut some roots, broke it and planted it in the open space.

After a busy day of digging ditches, arranging onions and watering ourselves, the deserted yard finally turned green. When I got up the next morning, I saw that my onion had stood upright, facing the morning breeze, showing tenacious vitality. My heart is also full of joy: imagine that they will thrive under my hard watering in the future, adding a strong fragrance to my three meals a day!

Life is so simple, so beautiful! Only by doing it yourself can you have plenty of food and clothing. Today, I not only learned to grow vegetables, but also learned to pickle pickles and other delicious foods tomorrow. Strive to create an ordinary and warm life and have a comfortable holiday. I am busy, I am full, I am happy!

I learned the composition of grade five. In this semester, I learned four poems: early arrival in Baidicheng, sleeping in a mountain temple, vacationing in the mountains and thinking of my brother in Shandong and my hometown book.

The poem "Send Baicheng Early" said that in the morning, I bid farewell to Baidi City with high colorful clouds, and Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day. Apes on both sides of the Yangtze River can't stop crying, and canoes have crossed Chung Shan Man. The poem "Sleeping in a Mountain Temple" means that the building on the mountain seems to be 100 feet high. Standing upstairs, you can pick off the stars and the moon with your hands. I dare not speak loudly here for fear of disturbing the immortals living in the sky.

The poem "I miss my Shandong brothers on a mountain holiday" says that I live far away from home, and I miss my loved ones more every Double Ninth Festival. I think all my brothers in my hometown deserve dogwood to climb, but I'm disappointed that one of them is missing. But the poem "Letter from Home" says that the poet left his hometown when he was a child and didn't come back until he was old. Although his accent has not changed, his hair has turned white. The children in the village didn't know me when they saw me. They surrounded me and asked me where I came from with a smile. I am so happy to learn so many ancient poems this semester!

I will continue to work hard and climb a flight of stairs.

I learned grade five composition 6. I want to learn to cook, so that my mother doesn't have to cook.

On Sunday morning, I pestered my mother to teach me how to cook.

My mother taught me tomatoes and eggs first. First take out the bowl, put two eggs in it, then take out the tomatoes and dice them, then fry them in oil.

The first attempt, the first two steps are very simple. When I poured the oil in, it immediately boiled and humiliated me. My mother bandaged me up and said to me, "When the oil boils, just take the pot cover to block it."

The second time I tried, I poured the oil into the pot. When it boiled, I immediately blocked it with a lid, and it really succeeded. I want to put tomatoes and eggs in it.

Then there is cooking, which is the most interesting and the most difficult.

My mother took my right hand and my left hand first, picked up the pot first, and stir-fried with a spatula in her right hand. When her left hand was gently thrown up, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes turned over.

I followed in my mother's footsteps once, and it really succeeded. My mother also taught me to cook other dishes, such as shredded pork with green peppers, fried onions and so on.

What did you do? Why are you doing this?

I learned grade five composition 7. On this day, I saw my mother cleaning. I feel that my mother is very hard. I think I should learn to clean myself and help my mother, so I began to learn to clean my room myself.

At first, when I cleaned the room, I either knocked over this or messed up that. Instead of cleaning the room, I like to destroy it.

After a while, my mother came back and saw the room in such a mess. She asked me, "What did you do to make the room so messy?" I said, I'm sorry, mom. I thought you worked so hard and wanted to help you share the housework. Mom said: it's okay, everyone has a first time, it won't be so smooth, and everyone will encounter setbacks. I said, I know, mom. Mom says you can learn to clean slowly. I said, thank you, mom. '

After this time, I slowly learned to clean, and I don't need my mother to help me clean the room! You don't have to work as hard as mom!

I'm so happy! You can help your mother share the housework without having to work so hard!

I learned grade five composition 8. Once my mother asked me to go to the grocery store, but it was too far. I am determined to learn to ride a bike.

I came to the yard to learn to ride a bike. My mother made me wear a hood and knee pads, and I fell down after riding. My mother said to me, "Does it hurt? Don't learn. " I said to my mother, "No, I must learn to ride a bike."

My mother started to hold the car behind the car. I'm riding, riding, riding ahead. My mother suddenly let go. I don't know, so I rode on. Later I learned that my mother let go. My mother said to me, "Are you still careless, or did you accidentally fall into the pit?" I said to my mother, "I don't want to fall into the pit either."

Mom helped push the cart again, and I rode in front. After riding for an hour, my mother suddenly gave up. I can't get the steering wheel right, it's always crooked. When I turn right, I move to the left, and I try to pedal. I learned it when I rode to Maozhuang.

I finally learned to ride a bike. You don't have to run around shopping in the future, just ride a bike!