Fishing details description composition 300 words

Speaking of fishing, this time we went fishing in a pond in the wild. My uncle took out a fishing net and said, "This can also stick people together!" " A fantasy suddenly appeared in my mind: a policeman caught a wanted man at random with a sticky fishing net. How terrible! If the world becomes, then ... alas, the power here is really powerful! Uncle and cousin used a sticky fishing net to pull from one end of the pond to the other. The white fishing net sank and began to wait for the arrival of prey. We held our breath and stared, quietly waiting for the movement of the fishing net. After a while, the fishing net kept shaking. Suddenly, the fishing net shook violently, which may be a sign of catching a big fish, I think. But my uncle said, "These damn fish have broken the net again!" " "oh! I was wrong!

We're going to put the fish in the bucket. The two uncles immediately got into the water and had a bumper harvest. The big uncle is responsible for catching fish, and the little uncle is responsible for collecting nets. "This water is very shallow. Cousin, do you want to come down? " The little uncle said. I replied, "Hehe, no need!" Uncle pulled up the fish head slightly, and the fish came down from this powerful fishing net and finally got rid of its claws, but it still entered the bucket again. My uncle is in charge of collecting nets, and the fishing nets soaked in water have been cleaned by this veteran. After a while, the bucket was full of fish. The fish was alive and kicking when it was first put in, but it stopped moving after a while. There are still a few drops of blood and a few drops of black blood mixed in. We slowly put away our fishing nets, and then went to the other side to cast nets for fishing.

2. Writing the habit of fishing in 300 words is really an elusive and wonderful thing. It always makes you feel helpless, but it can also bring you a lot of happiness.

Since the sunshine jumped into my bed on the first floor in the morning, I have been used to one thing, that is, opening my eyes to meet the bright sunshine. Then I fumbled for my mobile phone on the bedside table to see what time it was. I am a person who is used to knowing whether I have enough time to continue to sleep soundly.

However, my cousin is different. No matter what the alarm clock rings, she must have a full sleep and no one is allowed to wake her up. I can't believe it. Aren't you worried about being late for school? That morning, I got up early and my cousin was still snoring. Seeing that the cram school will be late, she is still sleeping. I really convinced her.

Wake her up quickly. Unexpectedly, she was still angry with me after waking up! "Why did you wake me up? I haven't slept enough! " "You will be late for the cram school, so hurry up."

"I have my own discretion." "..." I don't know what to say.

Seriously, I was surprised that she was really not late for the cram school. Cousin is really measured and knows what to do.

I think I worry too much. But I can't understand why my cousin did it.

I did it for her own good, but I was angry with me. This pimple has been in my heart for a long time and I can't get rid of it.

School is about to start, and my English endorsement is almost finished. My mother asked me if I had finished it, and I said no. My mother was surprised and asked, "haven't you finished writing?" Then I said a lot of wordy things. After listening to their words, (maybe I didn't listen because I just wanted to say my thoughts) I said, "Stop arguing, I have my own plans, my own habits and my own learning methods.

I know what to do. Don't worry. ""... "At that time, my mother was as speechless as I was.

At that moment, I understood that it was her habit and her reason for my cousin to get up so late. Just like me, I'm just used to reading some English every day instead of memorizing it all at once, so I can review it every day instead of losing English every day.

It turns out that this is purely a matter of habit. My cousin's habits should not be confused with mine. After all, we are different people. I can change my habits and control myself.

But I can't change others' habits. I think what I can do is to adapt to other people's habits. Only in this way can conflicts be avoided. Please also believe that there will be some truth in doing that or doing that, no matter whether this truth is incomplete or perfect, it is cultivated by others from life.

Everyone's habits are different, which causes everyone's personality to be different. There will always be a little friction between everyone and everyone. Whether you agree or not, your own habits formed through life can be changed, but it is difficult.

So, please don't look at others with your own habits, and don't try to change others' habits with your own habits. In that case, the expected effect is often not achieved, but it is counterproductive. At this time, all you can do is to adapt to other people's habits, and you will improve yourself, thus doubling your happiness.

3. The composition details are about 300 words (100). At a noisy intersection, the yellow light flashes and instantly turns into a harsh red. There are no passing vehicles, and there is no co-management supervision. Pedestrians around them are unwilling to stop their anxiety and continue to move forward. Should I be like everyone else? However, I remembered my childhood teaching in my mind. Is it really that difficult to "stop at a red light and go green"? Why can't we do the traffic rules that even pets can obey in many places abroad? Are we really so bad at self-discipline? No, I have to hold on for a little while.

But the anxiety in my heart crawled all over my body like ants, and a voice sounded: "Don't worry, go!" " You see, people around you are like this. There is no car anyway, so why not go! "The body seems to have taken a few steps forward uncontrollably, but it has stopped struggling. I feel that people around me are looking at themselves in a strange way, laughing at themselves and going up uncontrollably. However, at this time, a childish voice came from my ear: "Mom, why is everyone jaywalking?" "This is not right!" A simple sentence is like a spring that douses my inner struggle. Yes, even children know that the red light has stopped. How should I struggle?

So, wait quietly for the countdown when the signal light turns green. I firmly set foot on the road ahead.

4. Composition Description of Fishing Fragments 100 During the summer vacation, I went to my aunt's house in the country to play. Their house lives by the river, and the willows and green rivers on the shore reflect the beautiful image of willows.

In midsummer, the sun is scorching, and the small fish in the green water are playing leisurely among the aquatic plants. When my cousin and I were enjoying the cool in Liu Yin, we found several miles of small fish and wanted to cast a net to catch fish. It happens that my cousin's house also has fishing tools. We found a long reed and a rectangular fishing net and started our fishing plan.

I straightened the fishing net first, and then tied the long side of the net firmly to the reed wood. Finally, I dropped some pieces of iron under the net. In this way, the fishing net will be vertical when it is launched, instead of floating on the water, and everything is ready. I was just about to throw the fishing net into the water when my careful cousin quickly stopped me. "How can you pull up the net like this?" I saw him tie one end of Chai Lu tightly with a long rope, and the other end tied to the railing on the shore. Ha, cast a net! We grabbed one end of Chai Lu and shot at the fish-rich place like javelins.

"Wow!" The water rang, and suddenly, many ripples gradually closed on the river surface. The small fish just upstream of the water was scared into the water. My cousin and I held our breath and waited patiently. After a while, countless small ripples appeared on the water-the fish swam out of the water again and got closer and closer to the fishing net. Suddenly, with a "wow", the reed suddenly shook. It's like being pulled by a force-the fish is online. I saw a few fish struggling desperately, turning up their silver bellies from time to time. I tried to pull the net up, but my cousin told me to wait a little longer. I want to get more fish online. We waited for a while, but no fish dared to go near the net.

The net was closed and I pulled it up with a rope. Oh, the net is wet, and there are some aquatic plants and some small fish in it, which are 10 cm long. They wagged their tails vigorously, and their silver bellies sparkled in the sun. We counted six fish. We thought it was a simple thing to untie the fish from the internet again, but we found it was not. We put our tails down.

Afterwards, I looked at the fishing net carefully. This kind of fishing net made of white fine mesh wire has strong adhesion. As long as something touches its surface, it will be stuck and difficult to take off. I put the net in a big pot and put a fish in it to do the experiment. I saw the fish wagging its tail and gradually came to the net. The net quickly entangled its gills and the fish could not escape. It struggled desperately, wagging its tail, and its fins and tail were intertwined.

Haha, I played the role of a fisherman this summer vacation.

The composition of fishing for the elderly in the cold winter is at least 300 words. It's a beautiful day today, and the blue sky is endless. My father's friends invited us to go fishing in Shitang to experience the life of fishermen.

When we came to Shitang, I smelled the smell of seafood. It's salty and fishy, which makes me a little unbearable. I saw many fishing boats moored on the shore, and then an uncle came over. He took us to a boat. I jumped on the boat first, regardless of my father's stop. Wow! What a big ship! The ship has two floors. On the upper floor, there are seats, operating rooms, bedrooms and observation decks. On the lower floor, there are toilets and fishing tools that I can't name. Suddenly there was a motor sound, and the ship shook a few times and went out to sea.

The ship is getting faster and faster, splashing at the bow and dragging waves at the stern. You see, some waves are like blooming flowers, and some waves are like clusters of corals, gradually dying, and the waves are uneven, and each wave is higher than the other. Suddenly the sea changed color, and I wondered. My mother asked me why the sea water changed color. I thought and thought, but I don't know why. My mother told me that this is a deep water area, and the sea will become much clearer. Oh, that's it. Dee . . . The whistle sounded, ready to cast a net, and I ran to see it. The take-off and landing machine squeaked. One worker controls the button and the other looks at the sea. When the net was closed, the ship slowed down. Occasionally, we saw a few small fish jumping around on the edge of the net, and we cheered: "Oh, the small fish got into the net."

The ship turned a circle at sea, and finally it was able to close the net, only to see the take-off and landing machine turn again and the cable was continuously recovered. After a while, the internet came, and the people on board pulled up the cage. Wow, so much seafood will last us several days. There are shrimp, small yellow croaker, shrimp mushroom, crab and eel on the board. Shrimp jumps, as if returning to the sea; The small yellow croaker is golden yellow, and its mouth is always open, as if to say something; Shrimp mushrooms look down at who is playing; Crabs scurry around like headless flies; The most powerful is the eel, which wriggles around, can't catch it, and bites people.

At noon, we made a delicious seafood dinner with the fruits of victory. Eating the fruits of victory, I am really a little afraid that shrimp and fish will be arrested one day.

6. A 300-word detailed composition When it comes to winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is rolling, just like

Many fish eyes and small pieces of tofu are kept inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. Pot in the "foreign stove"

(kerosene doesn't blow the stove), the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night now, and the house is very old, although

The "foreign light" is on, but it is still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The foreign stove is too high, dad.

Kiss often stands up, slightly upturned face, bright eyes, from the dense heat into chopsticks, pick up tofu, one by one.

Put it in our soy sauce dish. Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. this

No eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; es1000a

The table looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from his father's chopsticks in the hot air.

It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. Mr. S and Mr. P and I are sitting by the West Lake. Mr. S has just arrived in Hangzhou.

In the teaching, it was written in advance: "We will visit the West Lake, whether in winter." The moonlight that night was really good, and now I think it's still like a photo.

My treat. It turned out that the night before was the "first of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special. It's past nine, on the lake.

It seems that we are the only rowing boat. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver.

Son. There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Jun Kouzhan wrote two poems: "Count the stars, count the lights."

Recognize the fishing village and understate the traces in the distance. "We don't talk much, just paddling. I gradually fell asleep. P jun

"Hello", I just raised my eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, so

The edge is quite lively. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of Buddha chanting, as if waking up a dream. It's already ten o'clock.

That was many years ago, and Mr. S wrote frequently. Mr. p heard that it was changed several times. The year before last, he collected special tax in a special tax bureau.

I haven't heard from you since.

After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. Only one, two.

The long street in the village. On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, a little light shines on people's windows.

Walking with torches; But that's very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. There is wind and sky in the pine forest on the mountain.

The shadows of the last two birds. I went in late summer and left in early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But even in winter,

It is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road. But because of walking

There are too few people, and sometimes there is sound. It sounds like a distant wind, but it's actually outside the window. We are outside.

Passers-by often just sit at home except going to school. My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although outside

It is always winter, but it is always spring at home. Once I went to the street, and when I came back, the wide windows in the kitchen downstairs were open side by side.

Next to them are their mother and son; Three faces smiled at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us;

The sky is empty, and there are only four of us. It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she's dead. Let's go

Four years later, I still remember the shadow of her smile.

No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.

7. The detailed description of the environment, 300 words bright to the earth a piece of white, trees, houses, streets are like a layer of mercury.

At the western end of the forest outside the door, the hanging first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, not a curved eyebrow.

In the morning, the waning moon is like a tarnished pebble, which is thrown in the horizon.

A crescent moon, like a white pear, quietly opens in the light blue sky.

The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.

The moon is like a bow, bending in the sky.

A crescent moon rises from the distant forest. It is as white as newly refined silver.

A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, protrudes from the dark mountain peak.

A crescent moon rises, like a jade carving banana embedded in the sky, with bright blue light.

A crescent moon, like a boat, with its pointed bow facing upward, crossed the quiet lake at night, giving me a feeling.

A crescent moon is high in the deep blue sky, and the clear water shines on the earth.

The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches.

Half the moon hangs obliquely on the top of the locust tree, like an orange petal.

The moon is as small as a hairpin and intoxicating.

A hazy moon is emerging from the cicada-like transparent clouds in the forest, shining with silver brilliance.

A curved silver hook in the night sky emits infinite light.

The crescent moon is curved like a girl's mouth, with a sweet smile.

Under the crescent moon and above the willow tip, there are a pair of stars like the eyes of a smiling fairy, teasing the curved crescent moon and swaying willow branches.

Quiet night, cool breeze, quiet night, cool breeze.

8. Please describe a fragment of about 300 words in detail ~ ~ ~ We rushed to the river to get clothes, threw ourselves into the river, and immediately began to have a water fight and chase and play.

You see, we are divided into two teams, one is the "enemy" and the other is the "Red Army". A pair of small palms splashed water on each other, and everyone's face was covered with crystal beads.

The water blurred our eyes, so we all stepped aside, wiped them off with our hands, and then "attacked" violently. The whole river suddenly became noisy, shouting and laughing, and merged into a cheerful symphony.

Tired of playing with water fights, I chased after them in the river. One chased, the other ran, and crossed the water. A small body is as slippery as a loach and can't be caught.

The songs and laughter on the river are now far away from the two sides. We naughty boys will come to Xiaoshiwan in small groups, take off our pants and go into the water naked, regardless of their parents' repeated advice.

Diving, vertical dragonflies, water fights, tumbling over the river, chasing around in the water like a little loach, shouting and beating, I really can't say it. Several children, barefoot, treading water to play in the heavy rain! Red is a singer. When she sings, she picks up the rain from the sky with her hands.

Xiao Yu and Ding Ding, who followed her, stepped on the rain stream on the ground, swinging their arms rhythmically, and looked up from time to time to let the rain wash their faces. At this time, my heart itched, so I quickly took off my shoes, rolled up my trouser legs and rushed out of the door.

I just ran behind Honghong and plopped. I fell on my back and the splashing water fell on Honghong. Hong Hong turned around and said with a smile, "Hit Reservoir Dogs!" Say that finish, paddle with your feet and hit me.

Without getting up, I quickly raised the water to my flushed face with both hands and shouted happily, "Come on! Come on! " Red can't stand it. She cried, "Oh, my God!" She quickly covered her face with her hand and turned her head back. "reinforcements are coming!" With cheerful cries, Xiao Yu and Ding Ding came at me.

I immediately put my hands and feet together and threw a series of water columns at Xiaoyu and Tintin. "Hee hee hee-!" "Ha ha ha-!" The endless rain curtain echoed with our happy laughter.

Others: 1. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when * * * rings, you are like a ship, turning the textbooks parked in the harbor into pulp with the teacher's whip.

On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart. 2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress.

Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season.

Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused. 4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts are surging.

The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves. 6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic.

Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer? 7. If you want to harvest fruits in the autumn, then in the early spring when the chill invades people, you should roll up your trouser legs and tirelessly open up wasteland, sow seeds and cultivate until the day of harvest.

8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful.

The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence. 9. Love is the sunshine in winter. People who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world. Love is a clear spring in the desert, and people who are on the verge of despair have seen the hope of life; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately.

10, days always pass through your fingertips like spun yarn, and slip away inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory.

1 1, the melancholy mood vanished. 12, faded memory.

13, another peaceful home is smoking. 14, some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like flowing water across the golden age.

15, I want to melt in the pink peach petals and erase the worries in your heart all day. 16, I completely read my parents' hearts.

17, maternal love is a masterpiece that I can't finish reading all my life; Motherly love is the sky that I can never fly out. Zhang Weiwei 18, when yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind, they float outside the school gate in late autumn. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour.

19, the true feelings in the world are like a big net, which warms people's hearts all the time, just like maternal love, which is endless. 20. Time is a poem, a philosophical poem of the richest man. Time is a camel carrying the dreams of countless people.

2 1, the fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping and believing in life, so that you can be innocent of youth. 22. Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite the ups and downs and regrets, you have not lost the beauty of your youth. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence.