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1. Write a 400-word composition with environmental description and character description. There is not a trace of wind or cloud in the sky. In the hot sun overhead, all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

The weather is sultry and there is no wind at all. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!

The willow trees in the street look ill, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. The street was so white that the vendors were afraid to shout, and the plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seemed to be sunburned.

2. composition: write a brief introduction to the characters and describe the environment. Life is like a piece of paper, and everyone has a glorious page that belongs to everyone. Whether colorful or plain, only we can write our life on this piece of paper. There have been laughter and tears on this paper; There are ups and downs, there are ups and downs. However, on the piece of paper that belongs to me, there is one of hers. She is my primary school teacher. In my impression, she is not a particularly excellent teacher. Like ordinary teachers, she is very concerned about her students. She is always selfless. When I was that silly girl who just entered school and didn't know anything, she was the one who greeted me. All I remember is that she held me that day. Since then, I have been deeply attracted by the boundless ocean. At that time, I wanted to swim in the ocean and go ashore alone. However, in that small mistake, I almost gave up this dream. It was she who helped me regain that confidence and made me a person who would not give up easily no matter what difficulties I encountered on the road of life. I was just in the third grade that year, and I couldn't stand any difficulties in my smooth life journey. However, life is really like a game, always playing jokes on us. Just as I was intoxicated with the honor of the first prize, the second mid-term exam left an indelible dark mark on my test paper. I can't face the arrogant me. I was blind, and in the later days, I began to cram crazily, but things didn't go as I hoped. My grades are different. It has been down to 87 minutes. Finally, she talked to me. She told me to walk step by step and not to be too impatient. It's like learning to climb before learning to walk. I shook my head. I don't quite understand what the teacher said. I asked her, "Teacher, how should I learn to crawl first?" I only remember that she smiled and said, "You should review from the most basic content. You are just too impatient, so you will be self-defeating. You have to walk slowly step by step, which is good for you! " "I finally understand that I succeeded according to her method. I cheered. At this time, I found that she had been silently supporting me behind my back and smiled happily. Composition 2 is proud of having such a good teacher as me. She is my head teacher, Miss Jiao.

When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher, and I was a little excited. In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I don't think she should be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher? But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Miss Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If she has something on her mind, go to her and she will talk to you for a while, so that there will be no unhappy things. It's like some students like to make mistakes. As long as they get into Jiao's hands, there is nothing, that is, everything she does is brittle, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches." In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can't control it, but Jiao never criticized me, just chatted with me for a while, and that thing was over! But I will also remember this little lesson and hope not to make mistakes again in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a normal me. And I want to say to the teacher intently: If I am a bird with wings flying, then you are the wind that stirs my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil. When I am intimate, I always want to talk to you and share my joy with you. Last year, our class was often influenced by the sun. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? So I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher.

3. The composition introduction requires 400 words, which happened in the composition interest class. This morning, I came to my long-lost composition interest class with great interest.

I walked to the door of the composition interest class. When I opened the door, I was shocked by the embarrassing image in front of me: tables and chairs were messy, chalk dust and shiny pieces of paper were everywhere on the ground, and chalk and plastic bags were everywhere. I thought to myself: why haven't I seen you for weeks, and the classroom is like this? As soon as the students came in and saw the classroom, they all turned their heads.

How can we create a good writing environment in such a mess? Everyone finally decided to clean the classroom well before class. So the action began ... first, the division of labor.

Because male students are stronger, let them set the table, set the chair and tidy the table. Because the female students are meticulous, they are responsible for sweeping the floor and cleaning the table.

After the division of labor was completed, everyone was busy. Male students struggled to move the table, and the table kept creaking; Female students carefully swept the floor, and soon the "snowflake" was cleaned up.

Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the careless male classmate accidentally dropped the chalk dust on the ground! Female students kept blaming him, blaming him for destroying their own labor results, although male students kept apologizing. Male students had to sweep the "regenerated snowflake" on the ground into the trash can by themselves.

Female students see this, no longer care about, knowing smile. When the teacher came, she was surprised to find that we were sweeping the floor diligently.

But the teacher didn't come in. She stood at the door and looked at us with a smile. She interposed a few words of praise from time to time: "You are so careful!" "Very clean!" Or give a few pointers: "It's not clean enough here." "The table here is not very good!" Like a commander, directing our labor.

Finally cleaned, the classroom at this time is very different from the classroom before cleaning: the clean floor, tables and chairs are placed in order, and there is no chalk dust on them, which is in sharp contrast with the original classroom! Watching them work hard, the students all smiled happily.

4. Describe the process of a performance or competition, and use the upper side to describe the 400-word Baidu composition "Dragon Boat Race" 5 Little Betty | 2008- 10-25 | to share the process, language, demeanor and movements of watching the dragon boat race.

I can't do my homework Xueba will download it for you immediately. I will answer the recommended answer. I came home by car yesterday, and suddenly I saw a one-stop boat by the Grey Bridge. I thought it was Dragon Boat Festival again. When I got home, I told my father about it. Father said, "Well, tomorrow is the weekend. I'll take you to the dragon boat race. "

I almost fainted with joy. This morning, we set out for Sanyang with our own jiaozi.

Sanyang is a wetland in Wenzhou, and there are many dragon boat races every year, which is very lively. On the way, my father told me the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival.

It turns out that the Dragon Boat Festival is a memorial day for Qu Yuan, an ancient patriotic poet in China. During the Warring States period, there was a very fatuous king of Chu. He eats, drinks and plays all day, and turns a blind eye to state affairs. All people are living in dire straits and the country is under siege.

In order to save the country, Qu Yuan put forward many good strategies for governing the country to the king, but the king didn't listen at all. Qu Yuan didn't want to be conquered people, so he threw himself into the Miluo River. Later, in order to commemorate him, people had the custom of eating zongzi and rowing dragon boats on the Dragon Boat Festival.

By the time the third brother arrived, the riverbank was already crowded with people. There are also many dragon boats approaching here on the river, and the race is about to begin. The athletes are all ready to try.

In the first round, there are four dragon boats, red, yellow, black and white. I like the white boat. I want to cheer him up. Just then, a gunshot, drums, dragons, and trumpets resounded through the sky. Four dragon boats shot like arrows, and the audience on the shore boiled. I also began to encourage the white boat desperately: "Come on, come on, come on."

The game is over. Although my favorite white boat won the second place, I feel a little sorry, but I am still moved by their spirit of gritting their teeth and sticking to the end in the backward situation. I think today's Dragon Boat Festival is really delicious.

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5. Write a 500-word composition by hiding the dew, describing the environment and describing the profile. Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the more fragrant and sweet it is; Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, but it is full of knowledge. My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and kicked the other foot hard on the ground, but I couldn't stand still and felt more anxious. The more anxious I am, the worse things get. How should I go home? I can't give up halfway. "I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? I was about to carry out my plan when my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster. If you rely too much, you can't learn well. Otherwise, let's compare and see who learns first, shall we? "I dare say angrily, and I said unhappily," All right, let's compare. " I thought, "If you don't believe me, you can learn. You are much older. Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. That's ridiculous. This is not good. Dad fell. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and looking at the skateboard, as if. Swinging from side to side, the other foot slipped hard, and slowly the body became so light and beautiful. "I can slip, you come and see." Father shouted happily. I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned. Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school, and my father saw me limping. He asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine box, helped me rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth, and said, "Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, and it won't hurt until the blood slowly dissipates." Under my father's "treatment", I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt ... Dad, I want to tell you that I love you, too.

6. Write a composition of about 400 words with environmental rendering and side comparison! People feel very free and happy! But when I woke up, I found it was a dream! The dream I long to realize! When I was a child, I told my parents about this dream. My parents said I was a child. I will finish it later, and the most important thing is to study! At that time, my little childlike innocence didn't think so, because I thought the most important thing was to work hard and try to start this dream! When I was 5 years old, I knew my mother often flew kites.

Once, I put forward an idea to my mother: "Mom, tie me to a kite so that I can fly freely in the blue sky like these kites." Mother just smiled as an answer and said nothing.

I begged my mother again and said another thought of mine: "mom, shall we fly kites?" We tied ourselves with a rope, you held me, and I flew. " I want to fly to the beautiful sky, pick off the white clouds there and carry the sun on my back. "

Mom didn't speak, and I knew her answer was: "This is not good!" " "In my childhood, I dreamed that I could fly. Up to now, I have been working hard for my dream-flying.

In the future, I hope everyone can fly freely in the sky! My childhood dream of flying has never been shattered, but I am more and more eager! Come on! I will always work hard for my flying dream.

7.400-word artist, describing people's works in a positive and side way.

One day my father and I went to his colleague's house, and I haven't met his colleague yet!

I was shocked when I entered the room. His house is over 90 square meters. The surroundings are spotless, and some famous calligraphy and painting are hung. I thought, "This uncle must be a very rich and clean artist".

Dad and I walked around again. We went to the study, and a big bookcase was filled with trophies and medals. There are many famous poems, classical books and four classical novels on the bookshelf. There are also some ancient musical instruments and so on. I thought, "Uncle must be a very powerful person, a person who is proficient in elegance, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Dad said, "We should go, too." My father and I went out of the gate, and I watched this land for a long time.