Write a 450-word composition in grade five or six.

One Saturday, our family was reading books and newspapers. Everyone was sleepy and bored. I always thought there was something in the room, so I looked back. Suddenly, I found a "fuse of war"-a mouse walking leisurely in my house, and our whole family was refreshed. My father and I are more ferocious. I got up and kicked the mouse, and the mouse escaped my attack with a "micro step", making my father "cynical" and the whole family burst into laughter. The mouse found itself being chased and fled everywhere.

My father and I picked up a weapon-a broom to chase the mouse, chasing and hitting, but we couldn't hit it, and my mother laughed until she covered her stomach. After a long chase, the mouse was finally hit by my "half moon chop" and swept out a few meters away. The mouse screamed and fled under the sofa. Fortunately, my father and I are quick-sighted, two brooms are in one file, the mouse has no way to go, and the "spectators" have thunderous applause. My father and I have high morale. I am a "shadowless foot in Foshan" again. The mouse was beaten and rolled, and I smiled. After the battle, the mouse stepped back a few steps, looked dead, then jumped in front of the broom, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and jumped out of the encirclement of my father and me!

The mouse went straight to the seat like a madman, scaring his mother into a deafening scream. It took the mouse a long time to recover and hide under the cupboard. Dad and I laughed so hard that we didn't even have the strength to beat mice.

Grandpa saw that we couldn't catch the mouse for a long time, and finally went out in person. Grandpa first put his mother's boots in the corner, and then took a peanut and put it outside the shoes. The mouse smelled the fragrance, flew to pick up peanuts and ran into the shoes. I rushed up, grabbed my shoes and fell to the ground. When the mouse shook out, it was already unconscious ... the whole family cheered to celebrate the victory.

Hehe, this rat-and-mouse war is really interesting! In fact, as long as you think about everything in your family carefully, you will also find interesting things in your family!

The annual Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and our family is going to visit Jinghu Park in Longhai.

After taking a bus for two hours, I finally arrived at Jinghu Lake.

I saw the four characters "Jinghu Park" written on the stone at the gate.

When we walked into Jinghu Park, the first thing we saw was three horses. Jinghu Park mainly climbs mountains. When I got to the mountain, I saw waterfalls flowing down and surrounded by mountains.

Jinghu Park, also known as "Ecological Park in Southern Mountain Area of Wu Tai", has beautiful scenery and is surrounded by mountains. Jinghu Park is the seat of Zhangzhou Development Zone.

After Jing Hu Park, we went to the "Southern Fortress" to play.

South Fort, a military monument in Gangwei Town, Longhai City, is located on Jingtai Mountain on the southeast coast of Yuzaiwei, Shikeng Village, Zhangzhou Development Zone, Fujian Province.

The battery is close to the East China Sea and the mainland, commanding and looking at the coast of Wan Li.

It confronts the Hu Lishan Fort on Xiamen Island, far away from each other, guarding the Haikou of Xiamen and the southeast gate of the motherland, and is known as the "day south lock key".

China's first and only large-scale artificial sea reclamation ecological island will be built on the right side of the battery.

Zhangzhou Development Zone is committed to building it into an ecological island focusing on maritime tourism, vacation, cultural and artistic leisure activities and residence, making it a dazzling pearl in Xiamen Bay and a new landmark in the economic zone on the west side of the Taiwan Strait in the future.

I am both excited and worried, and my six-year primary school career is over.

I am very excited. I am no longer a child, but an adult. Because I am a junior high school student, I can solve many things by myself.

I am worried that after entering junior high school, I will have more courses, more pressure and more homework than primary school ... With these concerns, I came to No.14 Middle School.

I was very nervous at first, because I was unfamiliar and helpless in the new environment.

After my mother took me to the classroom, she entrusted me to Miss Li and hurriedly signed up for my brother.

Tell me to listen to the teacher when I leave and pick us up this afternoon.

Miss Li arranged a seat for me to sit down.

Then she went to hand out books (because I was the last one to arrive at school, I started to hand out books as soon as I arrived at the teacher).

The teacher asked us to introduce ourselves. During this introduction, I got to know many classmates. I asked them what they like to play, what classes they like and which teachers they like.

In this way, we chatted.

Among them, Jiang impressed me the most, because she and I were classmates in primary school.

So we have nothing to say.

I spent the whole morning learning that there are two classes in Grade One of this school, 109 and 1 10. There are 58 students in our class and 45 students in 1 10 class.

The head teacher of our class is Miss Li (English teacher), and the head teacher of their class is Miss Qin (math teacher).

In the third class in the afternoon, Mr. Li Jin came to introduce us to the school rules and some schedules (the school rules are posted on the school wall, and the teacher let us see them for ourselves, so I won't say much).

Then the focus is on work and rest time: arrive at school at 7:20 in the morning, have four classes in the morning, go home for dinner at noon 12:00 (time is one and a half hours), have classes at 13:30 in the afternoon, and finish school at 5:00.

After speaking, the teacher asked us to clean the classroom and let us go home.

I went downstairs to find my brother, and then went home with my parents.

When I got home, I told my parents what happened at school today, told them the friends I made and the teachers I knew, told them that I was happy at school and told them not to worry. I will study hard.

After dinner in the evening, I took a walk with my family. As soon as I got home, I lay in bed and gradually fell asleep.

In my dream, I dreamed of studying and playing happily with my classmates at school. ...

Most importantly, there are many waves in my memory ocean, and the biggest wave impressed me the most.

Early in the morning, I rushed to the morning "composition writing class" in high spirits.

In the classroom, students get together in twos and threes to chat.

In class, xu teacher took out a stack of notebooks and looked a little embarrassed. He looked at his classmates around him and said, "Teacher, here is a notebook, which is different from other notebooks and particularly beautiful.

"Then the teacher lifted the notebook." Who should I give this notebook to? "The students' heads swished at the eye-catching books, and my eyes moved there involuntarily.

That book is really beautiful. There are several cirrus clouds in the blue sky, the blue sea is beating against the coast, and a leafy coconut tree is bathed in sunshine.

There was silence in the classroom, as if a needle had fallen to the ground and you could hear it.

At this moment, a voice broke the silence. It turned out that Ai Xi was talking. His face is as red as a ripe apple. He said, "Give it to me!" "As soon as he finished, the whole class burst into laughter. Some students thought it should be given to me because I got good grades in Chinese. Some people think it should be given to Cai Zhongzheng because he is good at sports. Others think it should be decided by lottery. Everyone is arguing and the classroom explodes.

Finally, xu teacher decided to put the book in the middle of ordinary books, and everyone agreed who would pass it on.

When this book reached my good friend Zhu Ziyan's seat, it showed its true colors. I saw Zhu Ziyan pull out a book from below without hesitation, and then handed back this beautiful book and the rest of the books.

The students behind, like Zhu Ziyan Zhang Wenhao, who sat at the end, had no choice but to get the book, but he casually gave it to Ai Xi, and applause rang out in the classroom.

This incident made me see the humility of students. In a group, we are humble and friendly to each other, always thinking of others, and everyone wants to leave good things to others. Then we will be a United, harmonious and happy group, as the advertisement says, "It's really good to be nice to everyone!"

My sixth grade composition is 450 words. I'm finally in the sixth grade! From the childish children who just entered school to the big sisters of junior classmates, they are moved, happy, laughing, sweating and sometimes crying when they get along with teachers and classmates ... Because they are in the sixth grade, they have to deal with papers every day, and they can't see Duke Zhou until 8 or 9 in the evening when they do their homework.

You must get to school before 7: 20 in the morning.

I barely got by in the morning and yawned in the afternoon.

The school sympathized with our sixth grade and specially changed a class at noon to a lunch break to let us sleep.

However, there are still some black sheep in the class that keep everyone awake.

No way, the teacher had to come to the classroom and stare.

It happened that Mr. Xia came to class this day.

No one dared to make a sound, for fear of ... But Miss Xia just went out for a walk and the class came back to life.

The students sitting by the back door are always watching the wind.

As soon as the teacher came, the whole class took a quiet lunch break at their desks again.

Of course, I am no exception.

This is, I suddenly heard a voice. Has the teacher left? I looked up with doubt.

Many people stick their heads out.

Teacher Xia suddenly emerged from the floor of the podium and said to the whole class, "Too many people stand up.

"After a while, many people stood up.

I was still puzzled by the monks, so I quickly asked them what was going on.

It turned out that the teacher wrote "Get up!" With these words on the blackboard, anyone who looks up is not paying attention to sleep.

Alas! There is no choice but to queue up and get punished.

It really hurts! I look forward to growing up, but sometimes I vaguely hope that I am still a child; Looking forward to friendship, but sometimes I want to be alone; I look forward to independence, but sometimes I cry quietly ... this is my sixth grade, and this is my sixth grade!

Sixth grade composition: Unforgettable-Unforgettable primary school students with about 450 words live so fast. In the blink of an eye, six years passed like a cloud, and I graduated.

Life in primary school is so wonderful and reluctant, and now we have to go our separate ways.

I am about to graduate. In these two thousand days, we are like a seedling, watered by the teacher.

It seems that there is the sound of us reading in the classroom, playing on the playground and laughing in the school circle.

Every step, we left unforgettable memories.

We have gained a lot under the education of our alma mater.

We got many friends and gained a lot of new knowledge, which made us polite students.

We got a lot of good memories and unforgettable past events, and also got more compasses for dealing with people in the future.

But we are about to graduate now. Looking back, we seem to be urging our teachers and encouraging them, as well as the lovely campus, to disappear from our songs.

Moreover, I don't know when, we also became big brothers and sisters on campus and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.

Now that we are about to graduate, the teacher's teaching, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still ringing in our ears. Let's take a look at my last few days at school, the lovely campus, teach our teachers, encourage our classmates and cherish the days we spent together in these last few days.

All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. We will always remember the teacher's education and be a successful person.

My new friend, Zhang Xiao, comes from Xizhong Middle School 1 class (1) in Yangshan District, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province. I entered the middle school and made many new friends.

We laughed and helped each other.

But she impressed me the most.

She has a real face, and her beautiful and exquisite calligraphy makes me envy and admire; When I am angry, sweet voices and comforting voices can always calm my chaotic heart. Listening to the sweet voice, feeling the temperature of those hands that hold me tightly, my heart is warm.

She, an ordinary girl, has completely changed me.

I remember when I was in the sixth grade, I was not a "good student" and I was not so conscious in my study.

But since I entered middle school, I have made such a friend with her. I've changed. I feel like I'm making progress.

Since that incident ... I did badly in the exam that week. I feel that I have completely failed. I did so badly in the exam for the first time.

I am depressed at this time and don't want to give myself a chance.

She seemed to read my mind, so she came up to me and said, "Zhang Xiaoying, don't you want to give yourself a chance to start over?" After listening to this, I have a feeling in my heart: yes, life will inevitably encounter setbacks. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? As the saying goes, sunshine is always after the storm.

Now, my mood has changed from depression to confidence.

She gave me courage and confidence; It's her. When I am lonely and depressed, that kind of comfort lingers in my ears ... Now, I stand in front of the mirror and find that I have grown up and made progress.

This little effort comes entirely from her words. Without her help, how can I go from failure to success? Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell everyone that she is Yu Rujing.

Remember an Unforgettable Chinese Activity Remember an Unforgettable Chinese Activity Xizhong Middle School in Yangshan District, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province 1 Class (1) Zhang Xiao "Classmates, the recitation contest for grades has been delayed due to various reasons in the school. I'm terribly sorry.

"This is what Teacher Ding said to us in today's Chinese class.

At present, there is a recitation competition in the class, and the students who have recited well are selected for a "grade competition".

It can be said that before this, I had made full preparations, waiting to perform my "specialty" and show my elegance! On Friday afternoon, the recitation contest officially began.

Walking up to the podium one by one in the order of seats, my heart couldn't help jumping.

Ah, finally it's my turn! The heart that could have been suppressed, now I can't control it no matter how I use it.

Suddenly, I feel that my heart doesn't belong to me, as if I have escaped from my body and got rid of my "claws".

I thought: will I forget my lines? Will I lose face in front of my classmates? Will I ... With a "thumping" heart, I went to the podium and recited the articles I had memorized with my partner Yan Fei.

"..." Hey, why doesn't Yin Fei talk? I wonder in my heart.

The students all looked at us with puzzled eyes. I really can't wait any longer. I'll go first. "The morning dew falls ..." I read it out loud.

I don't know what the reason is, the heart that was originally separated from the body suddenly returned to the body, and it was calm again unconsciously.

Finally, we got 89 points and entered the grade competition.

I am very pleased and happy.

It can be said that the recitation competition is a competition I have been looking forward to for a long time, because there are opponents and competitions in it, and I can see my own level.

It is also an addiction! I'm waiting for the grade recitation contest! I hope to show my best style! My friend my friend Qiu Chuanghao, a friend of Class 4 of Dahao Middle School in Haojiang District, Shantou City, Guangdong Province, is an indispensable communication event in life. Everyone has a good friend. People without friends will be lonely, and I am no exception. I also have a very good friend.

Her name is Tingting. I met her online. I hate being late when I talk to her.

I had an incident with her, and I still remember it deeply until now. Let me tell you what happened. I remember that season was summer, and it was very hot that day. I went to school early at noon, but the time hasn't arrived yet, so the school gate hasn't opened yet.

I stood there waiting for the school gate to open. After standing for 20 minutes, I was sweating profusely and the doorman came to open the door. After entering the classroom, I almost had a class. My head suddenly fainted, and I lay on my desk to see if I could get better. At this time, a familiar voice said a word and asked me if I was sick.

I looked up to see who it was. It turned out to be Tingting, the person I hate most. How can she ask me so kindly?

So I asked her if she wanted to laugh at me. She said solemnly that she didn't want to laugh at you. After a while, she put some white flower oil on me and asked me if I was better. After school, she insisted on taking me home because I was dizzy. I couldn't argue with her, so I asked her to take me home.

After this incident, I changed from hating her to being good friends with her, and we are still studying together until now.

We all have a common wish, that is, to be a doctor and to save people's maternal love deeply. The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.

"Whenever I read this little poem by Bing Xin, I can't help but see my mother's face, which is full of maternal love.

My mother is a middle school teacher.

There is endless love and wisdom in her eyes; A pair of hands that have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes contain heavy elegance.

In my impression, her eyes and hands are connected in series, with a strong maternal love, into a string of brilliance, let me bathe in it.

Mother's eyes always show infinite concern.

When I was very young, whenever I walked alone, my mother always looked at me with loving eyes and a faint smile on her face, as if to clear the obstacles ahead for me; A little older, when I can go out alone, my mother will tell me first, and then send me out with concerned eyes, as if to remind me to be careful on the road; Now, although my mother no longer watches me walk like a child, I know her caring eyes. ...

An Unforgettable Event An Unforgettable Event I remember it was a Saturday afternoon, and our whole family had dinner together.

Rice grains are often dropped on the table when eating. Only then did I know that my father was staring at me. When I looked up and saw my father's serious attitude, my face suddenly turned red.

After a long time, my father said loudly, "Have you learned the poem" Cutting Crops "?" I didn't know what to say at that time, but I bowed my head deeply.

Then, my father told me the past.

They said that they used to live a worse life than cattle and horses, and they often didn't have enough to eat and wear.

Now we have lived a happy life, but we still don't know whether we are blessed or not.

When it comes to study, they say that they have never even read textbooks before, and they have to go out to work since childhood.

Now we are studying in a bright classroom, and we don't know how to work hard.

Under normal circumstances, I don't cry, but my eyes were blurred by tears before my father finished today.

I think: if we don't cherish food, will we live the life before dad in the future? I put rice in my mouth, but I can't eat any more. My throat seems to be blocked by something.

At that time, I didn't know what my father said to me. Today, a few years later, I finally understand that my father is educating me to form a good habit of thrift from an early age.

I will never forget this education.

Because whenever I have bad hobbies, it seems that someone is reminding me, and that is my father.

...

Write my little friend's composition, grade six, about 450 words. We are already sixth grade students, and we will be separated in less than two months.

Although reluctant, it is also a last resort.

Because friendship is precious, we all cherish it.

I have a little friend. We often play together. She is as tall and thin as me.

A long black hair, a single eyelid, a pair of bright eyes, a pair of black-rimmed glasses on a high nose, and a cherry-like mouth.

Her ears are very sensitive and seem to hear the slightest noise.

Her lack of friends may be related to her withdrawn personality. She has no friends except our friends in C family, and our family in C family has no secrets.

She likes playing with us very much. We often go shopping.

I remember once, several of our classmates went shopping together. She took photos with us, and went to the cake shop with us to eat cakes and drink bubble tea. Finally, when we were about to disband, she gave me a beige toy dog, which I kept well until now.

We are students in grade six now, and we will be separated in less than two months.

Although reluctant, it is also a last resort.

Because friendship is precious, we all cherish it.

I remember when I first transferred to that school, I didn't know anyone. The first person I met was from the C family. (At that time, this group had not been built. Maybe it's because the people in C's family are very similar in personality! Once I introduce you, you will know who she is! Yes, she is the founder of the C family, Cyll Xi Bao Xiao, Liu Wenyu.

I believe we will be good friends forever, and our friendship will last forever! ! ! ...

There is a strong wind in the 450-word composition. "Good news, tomorrow will be a day off. 13 typhoon is coming.

"Miss Li announced the news to everyone.

Early the next morning, I came to the balcony and looked out curiously but anxiously ... suddenly I saw that Wipa was really going crazy.

It grabbed the dust and scraps of paper on the road and threw it into the air without hesitation.

I also heard some windows in my house being "crackled" by Whippa.

Wipa played casually, using the steel wire as a harmonica, and played hard, making a frightening scream.

Trying to show people their strength.

Seeing those small trees near the kindergarten, my legs and feet were shaken by Weipa and I bowed my head and begged for mercy.

But there, a tall pine and cypress tree is still tall and straight, bravely fighting with Weipa.

The arrogant wipa growled and growled fiercely.

Hit the cypress tree violently every time, but the cypress tree stood there firmly, not to be outdone.

The fierce viper was angered, and it blew all its strength to the cypress tree.

But the cypress just shook the treetops and humorously said to Weipa, "Thank you! You really look like a senior hairdresser when you blow-dry my hair. What a beautiful hairstyle! " The angry Whippa growled like a lion.

Another day passed, and on my way to school, I saw buttonwood trees on both sides of the road, some of which were severely sprained.

A badly injured buttonwood tree stood there struggling with a cement crutch.

I looked at it with pity and angrily denounced: "Wepa is really disgusting.

The injured plane tree shook its head again and again, defending Weipa, saying, "Yes, Weipa has brought us many disasters, but it has also brought us precipitation, which is an important way of the earth's water cycle.