Handwritten composition 100 1 handwritten composition

1. Write a composition with-about 200 words. In my memory, there are so many hands. It's so rough, so dry and wrinkled. It is so humble, but full of power.

When I was a child, it hugged me, cared for me, gave me warmth and protected me from growing up. When I was just sensible, it began to work to earn money, for me to study, and let me grow up happily like other children. In junior high school, the burden on those hands increased again, but I didn't appreciate it. Instead, he used his hard-earned money to compare with his friends, surf the Internet and treat guests. But the burden on those hands was heavy, and he silently endured it. Never complain in front of me, without any dissatisfaction,

Those are white and smooth hands, but for the sake of our family life and the growth of its lovely children, he didn't work hard. Those princesses who are in the hands of their peers have changed little by little. They are at least ten years older than their peers.

When the wrinkles slowly climbed up her hand, I grew up slowly. Although I began to share her works, I couldn't make her white and beautiful again. But whenever she tells me about her past life, he is always happy; Whenever he works, I always want to help him share the burden, but he refuses me every time, saying that he is not old enough to do this job and that I don't have to worry.

Now, I'm in grade three, and I can share many things for it. But he still wouldn't let me do it. I am always afraid that I have no time to review. It always makes me study hard. I wish I had it at home. Don't worry. Every time I go home and see those rough hands, I will tell them not to work too hard and take care of themselves. He always smiles and promises me. However, every time I go to school, he starts to work tirelessly again; Perhaps, only when I really grow up will it really stop to rest.

Those are rough hands, but in my heart, they are more beautiful than those white and smooth hands, because it is for my mother, for me, for our family, and my mother has worked hard.

I can write a 500-word composition with the composition of our class. Hello, everyone, I'm Zhang Xu from Xiaoqingsong Squadron, No.4 (2), Juqian Street Primary School.

Round head, like a ball, a pair of bright eyes, black as ink, bright as jewels, shining with wisdom, a glib mouth under the high bridge of the nose, and a bit handsome in the brow. This is me, a small expert in writing in our class-Zhang Xu.

Listen carefully in class, get excellent grades in all subjects and write well. My major is composition. In class, the teacher often reads my composition. My composition is fluent, organized and beautiful, which makes the teacher full of praise.

My composition has always been known as "fast", "rich" and "excellent". Speaking of "fast", my writing is fast in our class. Often the teacher assigns a composition, and I finish it before the other students write half.

I also created a record of writing a composition of 1600 words in just 60 minutes! What? Not convinced? Compare with me, find someone to be the referee, and if you can win, it's my treat! Speaking of "more", you are worse than me! I wrote a lot of compositions, travel notes, fairy tales, and thoughts after reading … add up to half a small room! Take a one-day trip to Shanjuandong in winter vacation as an example. Many students didn't write anything after the trip, but I wrote nearly 2000 words of travel notes, which was enough addiction. Mom said that what I wrote can be printed and published when I have time! Not to mention "excellent", my composition has also been praised by my deskmate and the same group. Teachers often use my composition as a model for our study.

In particular, I have the best ideas about reading and fairy tales. I can write down what I read in my own language at any time, and write out my feelings and my views on people and things in the article, so that people can know what I saw and gained from the article at a glance. Sometimes people just read my thoughts on reading and think this book or article is worth reading before they think of reading it. Hey, hey, take it? There are many traces of revision in my draft composition, which is also the witness of my many revisions! My composition won the second prize of "Spring Bud Cup" and the second prize of "Wenxindiaolong Cup".

This is me, a small expert in writing in Class 4 (2)-Zhang Xu.

3. Handwritten composition "Parents' Love".

People have tasted the taste that "only mothers are good in the world". I have also heard this song "Sitting on Dad's Shoulder when I was a Child", and I think it is most appropriate to give these two songs to mom and dad in the world.

My father loves me like a mountain. My father is meticulous about my study, but he is not demanding of me. Just learn the knowledge after class and what the teacher says. I know my father's character very well, and his great man moved me. When I was young, the sun was drying outside, and he also bought me diapers. He became a "black man" when he met his father.

My mother is an expert at housework. Every exam, my mother will scramble eggs for my sister and me, telling us to study hard, check carefully and not be careless. My mother repeatedly told me not to make small moves in class.

My mother works hard and gets angry when she talks to guests. My father is also very busy. I remember once he worked until one o'clock in the morning and was very tired.

Mom and dad are very kind to me. I just want to go to college to repay their love and dedication to me. I love them! This is my heart, and I hope they can hear it.

In the fourth grade, our handwritten composition was 200 words and 3 paragraphs, which I found.

On Sunday, after I finished my homework, I picked up a watercolor pen to draw. Suddenly, I felt something crawling on my hand. When I saw it, it turned out to be a little ant. I observed it carefully: it has a pair of tentacles and six legs on its head. I put it on the table and the little ant climbed a pencil. I dropped my pencil by accident. I thought: the little ant will definitely fall to death. I looked under the table in a hurry. It wasn't dead. What happened? After painting, I caught a small ant and threw it from a height. The ant staggered to the ground. I looked at it carefully, but it was unscathed. I've thought about it for a long time, but I can't figure it out. I asked my well-informed mother, who smiled and said to me, "You can look up the information!" " ""Yes, I can look up 100,000 Why. "Finally, I found the answer. It turns out that ants are relatively light in weight. When it falls from a height, it will slowly fall with the wind in the air, so it will be safe when it reaches the ground. I finally understand that life is endless only if you observe it carefully.

My discovery

Last time I came to the park to play, I suddenly saw a blue dragonfly hovering in the air like a dexterous helicopter, straight up and down, very dexterous. Dragonflies may be tired of flying and stop to have a rest on the lawn. I walked over and watched it get up carefully. I saw that this dragonfly's wings are transparent, with green veins on them, and its bright big eyes are particularly large, occupying half of its head. Its tail is brown and segmented. Suddenly, I saw this dragonfly leave the lawn and fly to a small puddle on the roadside. It skimmed over the water, and a small halo immediately appeared on the water, which was particularly beautiful. I looked at this little dragonfly and suddenly remembered that the teacher said in class that dragonflies lay eggs. Ah! I saw dragonflies lay eggs with my own eyes. My heart is full of joy.

5. Grandma's rough handwritten 200-word composition Grandma has a pair of thick and powerful hands. There are many wrinkles on your hands. Every corner of the finger is covered with calluses.

Grandma's hands are really amazing. She can cook delicious food, such as tomato and egg noodles, potato chips, roast chicken, roast duck, cold noodles, scrambled eggs and ham sausage. Everything is delicious. Whenever I eat in a restaurant outside, I always think of grandma's cooking, because grandma knows my taste and the cooking is particularly fragrant.

Grandma's hands can knit many kinds of sweaters, for example, some are square in the middle, some are round and some are triangular. Sometimes grandma knits colorful sweaters. I have a sweater with red, blue and green squares in the middle and a special color on the edge. Whenever I go downstairs, some grandmothers will ask, "Where did you buy your sweater?" I said happily, "My grandmother knitted it for me!" Grandma said enviously, "Your grandmother weaves beautifully." "

My grandmother's hands are also good at cleaning the room. Grandma cleans the windows, sweeps the floor, mops the floor and makes the bed every day. Grandma never lets go of any corner of the house and keeps it clean and tidy.

Every summer, when I am extremely hot, my grandmother picks up the electric fan to cool me down, which makes me feel particularly cool.

I like grandma, and I like her hard-working and dexterous hands more.

I wrote a composition of 100 words to describe my mother. In my memory, my mother's hands are delicate and smooth, my father's hands are thick and powerful, and my hands are white and tender. I like my mother's hands best.

When I was a child, holding my mother's hand was like grasping the best happiness; Hold mother's hand and grasp safety; Holding my mother's hand, I found all the warmth.

When I was in kindergarten, I went home without telling the kindergarten teacher. My mother saw it, scolded me severely and punched me in the face with her hand.

When I first entered primary school, I couldn't hold a pen or write, let alone study. My mother holds my hand patiently every day and teaches me to write one by one. My mother is sweating like a pig every day.

In the second grade, my mother and I went on a trip and reached out of the window involuntarily. Suddenly a bus passed by me, and my mother suddenly pulled my little hand back with those big hands.

My mother's hands are getting older every day, and they are not as delicate and smooth as before. If I could make one wish, I would ask God to make my mother's hands as smooth as before.

7. Composition, "learn to be silent", write by yourself, don't paste, be quick, be quick, be quick, and learn to be silent by hand.

silence is golden. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it a little.

Silence brings both advantages and disadvantages to people's lives, and everything is relative. Silence is sometimes a way to give yourself a chance and a retreat. It is also a way to respect each other, listen to each other's troubles, tolerate each other's mistakes and understand each other's pain. Silence does not mean ignorance and weakness, but rather expresses its own elegant and calm quality. Silence is sober, silence is contemplation and unfathomable. Silence does not mean that you can use the word "silence" casually, but do it when you should. Silence is an invisible killer for people who love each other, with a strong hit rate, and silence is an obstacle to communication; Silence gives people a cool feeling, because silence plays a cold game on the outside, but it should be a fast "brainwashing" game on the inside.

Silence means that a superior person will cross life, mature to a positive result, understand his own shortcomings without worrying, bring happiness, learn to laugh at life, bring unnecessary harm to others, and bring harmony to society and family.

Learning silence means learning to love others and yourself, learning silence means learning to choose right and wrong, learning silence means learning to accept any good or bad result, and learning silence means learning to fight against time.

8. In the second grade, I wrote my spiritual composition by hand. How to write the whisper that my hand touches the deepest part of my soul! I am naturally partial to nature, love flowers and trees, love storms, thunder and lightning, love frost, snow and rain ... and love everything carved by the essence of heaven and earth.

Every early autumn, my hand is always looking for it inadvertently, looking for the harmony of all spirit and beauty. My hand is glued to the skin of poplar, and I hear it whispering. The vigorous vitality seems to break through the trunk and erupt, burning everything like a volcanic eruption.

So I quietly recorded the vitality of this pangbo by hand! My hand is soothing the pain of fallen leaves! I am not kind, I like the desolation of fallen leaves. Pieces of golden leaves, with a "sad" attitude, slowly fall on the roots of everything, just like a butterfly with broken wings, mourning for old age, falling one after another, and then dying, blending with the soil.

But I know that these fallen leaves are not happy, but sad for their own decline. Because I touched every nerve of the fallen leaves, every nerve was trembling, and every nerve was telling its own sadness.

So I quietly recorded this tearful sadness by hand! My hands are feeling the excited heartbeat! Every day I look forward to, I am always full of enthusiasm. Because my long-awaited set of tarot cards finally flew over Qian Shan and came to me.

I think you must have heard my call. I didn't expect to burst into tears. I just put my hand to my heart, listening to the sound of my heartbeat and feeling the long-lost * * *.

So I gently recorded the heartbeat representing life with my hand! At that time, I didn't know that in the future, this set of tarot cards I finally got would accompany me to the back of the world. I think this is the only regret in life! I have ice in my hand! I ran downstairs in a thin coat regardless of the cold outside. The whiteness of the land I touched a handful of snow with my hand, and it was freezing cold, but I also felt the coolness of snow.

So I gently recorded the coolness of the snow with my hand! Fingers flying, winding up the loneliness of years, expounding the truth of inspiration, and recording all this with cuneiform characters! I wrote my heart by hand.

9. Write a composition in father's handwriting 400 Everyone is surrounded by people he is familiar with. Of course I want to. He is my father.

Dad is in his thirties this year, and his black hair is always well combed. He is tall with a few white hairs and shiny black eyes under his pale eyebrows. He has done a lot for me. He gets up early every day to send me to school. One day, I found his eyes were black. I said to my father, "If you sleep a little longer, I can go to school by myself." But he said to me, "Never mind, I can sleep for a while after you go to school." Don't worry about me, as long as you study hard and get good grades, I'm not afraid of being tired again. "Then I went to school. I smiled and said to my father, "Go to bed early at night. Don't be too tired. " Dad also smiled and said, "I know. "This is my father, a considerate and kind person. When I grow up, I will take good care of my father. Take care of him as he treats me, because he is my hobby.

10. Write a composition of not less than 200 words with mom's handwriting. My mother is 38 years old, with a height of 1.62 meters and a weight of 45 kilograms. Although she is a fragile little person, she has amazing hands. It is said that she is amazing because her hands are hardworking, intelligent and gentle. It is these industrious, dexterous and gentle hands that bring great happiness and pride to our family.

Mom's hand, dexterity. Can cut out vivid paper-cut paintings. When the weather is fine in spring, she likes to take a mat and paper-cutting materials to the beautiful lawn in the north area to cut paper. Under the gentle breeze, I saw the scissors waving skillfully on the paper under her control. Soon, lively animals jumped on the paper. I remember the first time I saw her cut out such paper flowers. I couldn't believe my eyes. Mother's dexterity is also reflected in the fact that her hands can fly on the keyboard, and she can accurately make temporarily designated EXCEL forms or input a large number of WORD in a very short time. Last year, her unit held a system-wide computer operation technology competition and she won the first prize. The most unexpected thing is that her wrinkled hands can actually control the side panel of the car. Three years ago, she studied in a driving school and passed all the examination subjects at one time. Later, when my father was busy, she often drove me to see my grandparents far away on Sundays. Recently, the traffic police have been very strict in checking drunk driving. Every time dad drinks, he always asks his mother to drive him. Once I joked with her with a wry smile and said, "Mom, it seems that you have really grown up. You are good at speaking (English), writing (computer) and walking (driving)! " After listening, she pointed to my forehead and said, "smelly boy, it's no big deal!" " "

Mom's hand, hardworking. Speaking of my mother's hardworking hands, my father is very proud. He often shows off his mother's handmade noodles and delicious jiaozi to his colleagues. What makes my father proudest is that my mother is the first to get up almost every morning and prepare a clean and delicious nutritious breakfast for us. Sometimes my mother will warmly invite her to share the fruits of her labor with her father's friends. Whenever her cooking is clean, it is also the most gratifying time for my mother. As far as I can remember, my mother never complained about washing dishes, washing clothes, mopping the floor and cleaning the room. Every time a guest comes to our house, we can't help but praise our house for being clean and tidy. At this time, my father will always look at my mother consciously and say, it's all the credit of others!

Mother's hand, gentle. This tenderness has a magical power, which can not only relieve pain, but also reduce pressure. I remember riding a bike in the yard three years ago, and I accidentally fell to the ground and scratched a deep wound on my arm. When I was struggling with the wound in a lonely hospital, I couldn't help crying because of the pain and fear of sewing needles. My mother gently held my hand, put her head close to my ear and gently said to me, "Don't be afraid of babies, men should be strong!" " "I didn't expect her to hold my hand like this. I feel as if the pain has really eased. Another time, I had a fever for more than a week before the monthly exam and had to rest at home for a week. When I am about to re-enter the campus, my heart feels empty and bottomless. The eve of the exam is coming soon, and an unprecedented pressure hangs over me, and my mood is very chaotic. At this time, my mother seemed to see through my mind. Before going to bed, she gently stroked my head and said with a smile, "son, failure is not terrible." It's you that's terrible. "Work hard, son. Do your best, that is, you give your mother and teacher the best answer. Mom believes you! " Feeling her gentle touch, my heart gradually calmed down, and I slept soundly that night.

Over the years, my mother's slender hands have brought me much happiness and joy, but occasionally, these same hands have actually plunged me into a long sadness. This is a weekend night this winter. I went to bed early, didn't take a shower, and suddenly felt a little itchy on my back, so I asked my mother to tickle me. During her scratching, I shouted "comfortable" and thanked my mother. At this moment, she suddenly asked me a question, let me guess whether she scratched me with her fingers or nails. I casually said, "Of course, such a pediatric problem is." Unexpectedly, my mother said slowly, "No, it's-it's the head." I didn't believe my mother's words and began to look at her warm hands carefully. I didn't expect this to surprise me. Oh, my God, what kind of hand is this? I have chapped skin on my fingers. I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rowed against the direction of chapped skin with the muscles on my arm. It really feels like crossing my nails. At that moment, I was shocked I stared at these hands that I had never looked at carefully for more than ten years, and my tears overflowed instantly. . . . .

At that moment, I understood everything. I want to cry out loud. Finally, only a bunch of tears fell on the clean pillow towel. . . . .