1. The composition is just a little bit short of no less than 400 words
Just a little bit short
This Friday night, I am doing the Mathematical Olympiad problem. The theme of this unit is called "Cycles". I always divide a few numbers I know by one to see if there are any patterns. How many numbers form a period, and then I calculate again.
But when it comes to the last question, I still use this method. The book first gave me 6 numbers, but I had already added 4 numbers and divided each one by one to see if I made any mistakes. However, everything seemed to be playing tricks on me. I thought for a full 20 minutes and had no clue at all. I began to suspect that there was something wrong with this calculation method. I looked up at my mother, at a loss. Mom picked up the pen and said: "Change division by 6 into division by 3, and then divide one place." I wrote the number from beginning to end again, observing the remainder while dividing.
\"Remainder 0, remainder 1, remainder 0, remainder 2, remainder 0, remainder 1." The pattern seems to have come out. The four numbers are a cycle, which are 0,1,0,2. I smiled happily. Write the correct answer on it. But my mother asked me to see what the correct answer was. I flipped through the answers and looked at its ideas, which were completely different from mine. The correct answer is 4 and my answer is 1, which is quite different. It turns out that the problem lies in my first method. My mother and I both denied it. In fact, as long as I was counting 12 numbers, I would have the answer, but I only counted 10 numbers. I fell into the hands of these two numbers.
If I insist on counting 2 numbers, I can find the correct answer. If I had stuck to the first method when I got the question, I wouldn’t have made so many detours. As long as you persist, you will succeed.
2. Composition "Only a little distance"
I wonder if you have ever noticed the word "a little bit" in your life. It is always inseparable from the air around you and can be seen everywhere. "What a risk! I was just a little bit hit!" "Oops! I was just a little bit close to scoring a goal!" "Unlucky! I was just a little bit close to a hundred points!" Such cries were like a sea. There are constant ups and downs in life. So, how much is a little bit? What kind of thing is it and what does it mean? Maybe most people will say: "A little bit is just a little bit, it doesn't mean much." Who has ever thought about the distance of a little bit?
In the morning, I curled up in a corner of the quilt that was still warm like a ball of cotton in a quilt, and time dripped into the old book of history. The ruthless command forcefully dragged me out of bed. "Isn't it just a little time? Why can't I sleep a little longer!" I tried my best to mutter with my eyelids splashing. The sun seemed to be mocking, shining on the bright watch. sky! Half past seven! We have piano lessons at eight o'clock! This jolted me awake.
After washing up like a warrior, and after eating, I looked at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief. But my stomach hurt unexpectedly. Oops, I caught a cold again! The consequences of this can be imagined. After I got to the classroom, I found out that the teacher was stuck in a traffic jam on his way from An Normal University, so he hadn't arrived yet. This made me, who had been in such a hurry that I didn't even raise my head like a desk lamp, finally raised my head and looked at the sky.
As usual, I confidently set up the piano and returned to the lesson leisurely. The breeze shook my collar shyly, and the sun slowly held the hand of the music stand. . The breath of spring flows into the melody, becoming a dance partner with the bow, gliding and dancing on the silver strings, and even time is silent. Maybe it is also intoxicated and forgets itself! Putting down the piano, he looked at the teacher. The teacher's head seemed to be nodding, and he didn't know whether he was affirmative or silent.
Without saying a word, the teacher took the piano and started playing it. At this time, the world seemed to have frozen. There was no wind, only the melody was flowing, only the notes were jumping and flashing, and only the beautiful music penetrated into everything, rendering the world, as if the air had color. After I finished playing, the teacher looked at me and said: "It sounds better than yours. Your left hand skills are not a problem, but you are not emotionally strong enough and have not fully invested in it. The hand shape and bow movement of your right hand are still a little skewed. You The piano sound may sound very good, but to the critical ears of professionals, the difference between good and bad may be just a little bit."
"There may be only a little difference between good and bad." Yes. , just like that, good and bad were separated bit by bit, victory and defeat were distinguished, and the rankings of big and small were divided. Is there really just that little difference between level one? No, never. The difference is years of hard work, thousands of hours of hard practice, hard work, and persistence.
You spent five years of hard study in exchange for one point higher, while others spent eight or even ten years in exchange for one point and five points higher. Who can know behind this 0.5 point difference?
Just like a saying in the Spring Festival Evening, a little bit is the same. A little bit can make things happen, a little bit can ruin things, a little bit can create an unforgettable glory, and a little bit can leave a lifetime of regrets. As long as everyone If you can pay a little attention to "a little bit", maybe it will become your magic weapon to win and accompany you to ride the wind and waves in the torrent of life! 3. The composition is almost perfect
[The composition is almost perfect] Autumn is a desolate season, and the composition is almost perfect. The leaves no longer have the bright luster, and the weak faces of the flowers replace the charming ones. Everything is miserable. The most beautiful thing is the autumn leaves dancing like butterflies and falling to the ground. Only then will you feel a trace of joy. Now, what we are enduring is pain that we don’t want to endure. There are many subjects. So, busyness has become the main theme of life. Once again, the test results came out, holding the test paper full of red crosses in my hand, it did not pass 90 points. I looked up and looked around, only to see that I saw that there were far more people who were crestfallen than elated. Little A ran over and picked up my test paper. You didn’t get to 90. His words sounded harsh and harsh to me. Sad. What about you? I asked casually. I only scored 89.5, which was only 0.5 short of 90. It was only 0.5 short! Hey... After saying that, he left. Looking at his lost back, I felt a sense of loss unconsciously. In an instant, I realized: Maybe perfection really exists in our hearts, and for us, it is just a yearning. , a kind of longing, a kind of expectation! Because in this way we have found the coordinates and direction of life! Third grade: Composition? vni. 4. A 500-word essay on summer vacation notes, for the fifth grade of elementary school. It was almost written. I wrote a few articles and several articles, one.
Article 1: Summer vacation notes are on summer vacation, so my father took me back to my hometown to have a good time. .
When I returned to my hometown, my family was very hospitable. My third sister said to me excitedly: "Tomorrow, the rice in the fields will be harvested. You can go harvest with us." I thought to myself: What if there are leeches? It can suck human blood! I hesitated for a moment and said, "Will there be leeches?" The third sister said cheerfully, "It doesn't matter. We have water shoes, leeches won't suck blood." I finally felt at ease.
The next day, I got up early and waited for the harvest. Then I came to the field with my third sister and a sister who was one year younger than me, all fully armed. Walking on the muddy and narrow road, I felt that if I accidentally slipped into the field, I would be bitten by a leech, but it was easy to do. , I walked carefully to a very muddy place, stepped on the ground, and fell into the field. I thought to myself: Ah! My crow's mouth, 5555555, I can't get up! When the third sister saw it, she quickly dragged me up. The third sister said fearfully: "Be careful and it won't be easy if you get bitten by a leech!" After a panic, we finally arrived in the field, where the second aunt was concentrating on harvesting.
My cousin saw a few tadpoles in the water and quickly caught them. I built a nest with soil and put the tadpoles in it. I poured the water into the soil, but the water immediately soaked into the mud. , so the cousin quickly went to fill the water and poured it into the mud. The poor tadpole was twisting its body desperately in the mud. My cousin and I simply caught the tadpoles in the mud and threw them into other people's fields. We immediately went to the water to catch the tadpoles and put them in the mud nest. We filled the water with the water and threw the tadpoles away... We repeated this for several hours. .
I spent this summer vacation both happy and scared! Chapter 2: A 500-word essay on summer vacation notes. One day during the summer vacation this year, I went to my sister-in-law's house, but she happened to have something to go out for, so I worked as a "nanny" for my sister-in-law's son, Lele, for a long time. Lele is my sister-in-law’s baby. She is only 2 years old. She has a plump carcass with piles of little flesh. She is so cute! His speech was unclear and he often made jokes. Within a short time, I became his "translator"! I was writing "Summer Homework", and after finishing a few questions, I heard Lele crying loudly. I walked into his room, and when he saw me, he immediately issued an "order" to me: "Hungry Medicine Heliu" "Come on!" "What? Can you explain it more clearly?" I said. I brought him milk to drink, and he drank it as expected. He threw the bottle away before he drank half the bottle. At this time, a typical "white map" appeared. I immediately brought a mop and wiped the "map" Wiped clean.
Immediately afterwards, he issued an order to me: "Order something, order something!" I thought he wanted to have a snack, so I gave him the bear biscuits, but I didn't expect him to get "very angry" and dance with me. Said: "Something, something, something to watch!" Oh! I understood. It turned out that he wanted to watch TV. I immediately turned on the TV and he started watching. After a while, he actually fell asleep! After my sister-in-law came back, I immediately complained to her. She praised me for being smart and capable, and then scolded Lele for being naughty, which made me laugh! Through being a "nanny" this time, I learned about my mother's hard work, and it made me understand that I have to share the pain with my mother and not let her get exhausted! ! ! Chapter 3: Summer vacation notes: Learning to swim I finally made it to the summer vacation.
One day, my father told me to learn swimming, and my mother agreed. But I felt bad when I heard it, because I was timid and always afraid of water.
So I retorted loudly: "Why? If I accidentally drown, how will I make money to take care of you when I grow up? If..." Dad interrupted me and said: "Don't be afraid, No matter what you do, as long as you work hard and bravely, you will definitely succeed. Don't you believe you can try it this time?" After hearing what my father said, I thought his words made sense, so I agreed. On July 23rd, I went to Duqiao Swimming Pool with my father to sign up and bought swimming trunks, swimming goggles, nose plugs, and earplugs with an uneasy mood. Then he said to me: Study hard and you will definitely succeed! On July 24th, the official class began. The instructor asked us to learn breathing, inhaling, floating and other movements. When we first got into the water, I was a little frightened, fearing that I would drown. But when I saw others doing so easily, I decided to "fight with all my might" The coach asked us to hold on to the edge of the pool to practice. I thought about the edge of the pool closest to the coach. Unexpectedly, I slipped and fell into the water. I took a drink or two of water, but this slip made me feel that the water in the pool had some water. It has a lot of buoyancy, so I am not afraid of drowning. Slowly, I learned to breathe, inhale, and float. I also received praise from the coach. I couldn’t be happier! Later, I gradually learned breaststroke, backstroke, and could swim in deep water. Hahaha, I’m so happy! In just twenty days of swimming lessons, I deeply realized a truth, that is: no matter what you do, as long as you persevere, don't get discouraged, and don't give up, you will definitely succeed! Chapter 4: A 500-word composition on summer vacation notes. In the past month of summer vacation, many interesting things happened, all of them were ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and they were also full of laughter and joy.
Swimming is a hard thing but also a joy. Hard work Learning to swim is a very difficult and arduous task.
The first time I went swimming in the swimming pool, I drank a few mouthfuls of water and choked on the water. The instinct of not wanting to learn was always shaking in my heart. When I just stepped ashore, I thought of others again. Learning to swim is like me. It is so difficult for me to learn to swim. I guess others who learn to swim also choke on drinking water like me.
I jumped into the water, swam around, and messed around. I saw how other people could swim, so I swam, step by step. After that, I made up my mind that I couldn't learn how to do it. Never stop swimming. Good things are finally going to happen to me.
There happened to be an uncle who was very useful, so I asked him for advice. He demonstrated it to me, and I did it. He said: "The legs form a figure eight, and then the two legs merge together, and the hands are like drawing a garden." Yes, I remembered the key points. After several training sessions, several drinking sessions, and several choking sessions, I finally learned the breaststroke. Although I am not as good as that uncle, I feel that I have learned it. Now, that uncle taught me freestyle again. Under the guidance, I learned a little bit, which makes me feel very happy and happy.
Now I am obviously proud of my efforts. 5. A nearly 400-word essay
Mooncakes for birthdays
Laughing is not always due to joy; crying is not always due to sentimentality - Inscription
My mother is a strong woman. She loves me and this family very much. For this, she has sacrificed too much and endured too much.
My mother is four years old. In all likelihood, after marrying my father, I never celebrated my mother’s birthday. I was eager to know my mother’s birth date, so I asked my mother.
< p> “Silly boy, you have to know what to do on Mom’s birthday, but you can’t eat it. Besides, mom doesn’t like cakes, she only loves mooncakes! "Helpless, I had to give up.
The days flew away like water. In the blink of an eye, it was the time when gold leaves paved the ground and red maples fluttered.
Today is August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival
I remembered my mother’s love for mooncakes, so I took my father to Xinghualou and bought my mother’s favorite vegetarian food. Mooncakes.
Watching the moon.
The silvery moonlight shines gently on my mother’s gray hair. Her eye sockets have gradually sunken. Going in, crow's feet have faded under the long eyeliner, the originally fair skin has turned slightly yellow, and the corners of the mouth have turned down slightly.
I remembered that my mother's birthday was not yet known, so I mentioned it again. This matter.
"Silly boy, do you remember that mom likes to eat mooncakes? That's because Mom never eats noodles or cakes on her birthday, only moon cakes! "A smile appeared at the corner of the mother's mouth, but behind the smile there seemed to be a hint of sadness hidden.
"Mom, today... is... your birthday! "I choked.
"Why are you crying! You don’t know Mom’s birthday, Mom doesn’t blame you! "
At this moment, as if I suddenly understood something, I flew from the balcony to the kitchen, took out the mooncakes, and put a red candle on each mooncake. I excitedly called my mother to hurry up. Come here. The touching "Happy Birthday" song sounded in the kitchen, and in the candlelight, I saw a few crystal tears falling from the corners of my mother's eyes.
I wiped the tears from my mother's cheeks and held them tightly. He hugged his mother tightly.
I know that at that moment, our hearts have already been blended together. 6. The 500-word post-reading review should be in line with the level of 6th grade. The writing should be a little bit bad, but not too bad.
The post-reading review of "Robinson Crusoe" is described in "Robinson Crusoe" The protagonist Robinson was unfortunately hit by a storm during a voyage. Except for him, everyone else was killed. He was drifted to an uninhabited island. His heart was full of helplessness and loneliness, and he didn't know how to survive on this island. He continued to live on an isolated island, but he continued to comfort himself. With his wisdom and courage, he overcame countless difficulties, continued his life, and found a lot of joy in life. As he gradually forgot about returning to When he went to a civilized society, he got a chance to be rescued... In the story, the strong and unyielding Robinson built a residence on the wasteland and planted a tree with his own efforts and the tools he found on the scrap ship. Wheat Valley also raised animals and completed the basic needs of life. He also encountered difficulties and setbacks in the process and worked hard. For example, it took him more than a year to build his two-story walled house. It was just built; when he sown barley and rice for the first time, half of these precious stocks were wasted during sowing; in order to dig several cellars for storing fresh water, Robinson worked hard again For several months, in order to make a pot that could cook soup, he racked his brains, tried many methods, and failed countless times before he figured out the production method; however, all these difficulties were overcome by Robinson's perseverance. , conquered by the spirit of never giving up. Every thing made by Robinson on this isolated island embodies all his hard work, and he will be indescribably happy because of every small success. Whenever When I saw these fragments, my inner feeling could not be described by just "admiration". I was truly conquered by Robinson Crusoe. This book "Robinson Crusoe" greatly impressed me. It opened my eyes and deeply shocked my soul. As long as we are like Robinson Crusoe, never flinching in the face of difficulties, have his spirit of not fearing difficulties, and have the belief to survive in desperate situations, we will have What will we not succeed at? What could be worse than what happened to Robinson? Now we are like flowers living in a greenhouse. We have never experienced the real setbacks in life. Only by experiencing hardships can we become a truly strong person. This is what "Robinson Crusoe" tells me. 7. Write a 500-word article with the title "My Life"
After entering the first grade of junior high school, I learned many new tricks from my head teacher, Teacher Shen. One of them was unforgettable for me - the value of every day. Each day was completed by one classmate alone. It was so relaxing to recall the collective duty days in elementary school! All I have to do is play the guitar to make up for it, but now Mr. Nan Guo is going to play a solo. The day of duty is coming soon, miserable! I forgot to wipe the blackboard just after the first class. After class, Teacher Shen walked into the classroom and glanced at the blackboard full of words. His face immediately turned from sunny to gloomy. I saw him gritting his teeth and squeezing through the gaps in his teeth. I made some noises and said in a long voice: "Who is on duty?" Someone with good intentions immediately turned me in. I realized that something was wrong, but it was too late. Teacher Shen frowned and looked straight at me. Come: "Is this your first duty this semester?" Then, I heard the sound of the textbook in Teacher Shen's hand falling on the desk, and saw the blackboard eraser being thrown at my feet... Something even more unfortunate happened. Still behind, it was time to clean the entire classroom in the afternoon. I swept the floor, arranged tables and chairs, wiped the blackboard, cleaned the blackboard slots, and mopped the floor... My back was sore and my legs were cramping. In order to squeeze out time to play some football on the playground, I hurriedly I glanced around the classroom and left after feeling satisfied. The next morning, I passed by the school's scoring blackboard. I took a breath and saw that my class's hygiene score was 9.5 points. The reason was that the blackboard was not clean! I'm a little confused. Is the blackboard wiped with a rag? I hurriedly walked into the classroom and saw that the blackboard was indeed a mess. It turned out that after the water vapor dried, the remaining chalk dust appeared again. Every piece of it was painted on the blackboard, and the whole blackboard turned into a big painted face. Alas! Just a little bit. Just this little bit made me a sinner who discredited the class. Teacher Shen quickly learned that points had been deducted for hygiene, so I was invited to the office. Teacher Shen was immersed in grading homework, and I carefully asked As he walked away, he didn't raise his head, but just raised his eyelids, and looked directly at me. "Read this article." Teacher Shen mouthed to an open magazine at hand. The article was titled " "Everyone Was Only A Little Wrong" tells the story of the sinking of a huge ship in the Atlantic Ocean. The accident occurred only because everyone from the engineer, engineer to the first mate and the captain was only slightly wrong. After reading this article, I I didn't say anything and walked out silently. I did the duty again for another day, and this time I got full marks. The next day, in front of the corridor of the classroom, I met Teacher Shen. Teacher Shen turned his head and looked at me with a smile. I seemed to be saying: "Young man, you did a good job." This incident has always been remembered in my mind. It guided me like a lighthouse - only by doing every little thing conscientiously can I achieve success. Failure. Only a little bit away from success...
8. The 500-word composition "I don't want to——" is slightly worse
I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, there will be no fairy tales in the world. I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up , I would rather be stupid and stupid forever. I don’t want, I don’t want, don’t want to grow up `````` -------Inscription
When I was young, I really really wanted to grow up. Whenever I see my sister riding a bicycle majesticly, when I see my mother holding wool under the light, and when I see my brother holding an English textbook and reading out a lot of alien words, I think about it. If you want to grow up, as long as you grow up, you will no longer have to be called a "silly child", you will no longer have to listen to your parents' nagging, and you will no longer have to improve your running performance because of a little moth. So, when I was young, I shouted to the sky: "I want to grow up." At this time, my sister poked her head out of the room, looked at me and smiled helplessly, and continued to study the bottomless knowledge. Mathematical Olympiad. I ran to the kitchen in confusion and asked my mother: "Mom, I want to grow up, why doesn't my sister want to?" My mother smiled helplessly and said, "Silly boy, what's so good about growing up?" I was very unhappy at that time. Understand, is growing up not as good as I imagined?
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, taking away my childhood day after day. The years push me to a new level of the second grade of junior high school, but what comes with it is not the happiness and joy that should come with growing up. Pride, but endless darkness and bitterness, and the price of growth has not stopped being paid because of my expectations. I gradually realized the hardship and helplessness of growing up.
Looking at that It is a bicycle that is constantly "discharging" under the sunshine. I am full of emotions. I once longed to ride it on the bustling street for a "free and easy walk". But now, it has been with me for thousands of days. Day and night, I didn't feel how happy it was. I was riding it on the street, pushing hard on the handlebars under the scorching sun. I finally realized it. My sister's helpless smile finally made me understand my mother's profound words. And the bicycle that I once named "Quilima" when I was a child has long been crushed to pieces by the wheels of time. It is necessary for me to give it a new name - --- A stupid and stupid guy.
Growing up brought me not only hardships, but also more helplessness, confusion and desolation.
When I was a child, my family raised me I got a very cute little bird, and it sang in the breeze every morning. I often taught the little bird the Tang poems taught by my teacher, even though I knew that the little bird was of the "*** + mentally handicapped" type, but I still read the poem to it N times. At that time, I was really hopelessly naive. One day, the neighbor’s little yellow dog actually bit the bird to death. I held it sadly The blood-soaked corpse of the little bird, the tears overflowing like a bursting flood, I cried for a whole day because of this incident. But now that I have grown up, I am no longer as fragile as I was when I was a child, and I no longer shed tears so easily.
That evening, I found a dead kitten on the grass. Its snow-white fur had become very dull, its eyes lacked the aura of the past, and its two furry little ears drooped quietly. On the head, the whole body was curled up, like a small snowball. I looked at it calmly, without a tear in the corner of my eyes. I was surprised that I could be so hard-hearted and indifferent to the loss of a life.
< p> Yes, when a person grows up, he no longer sheds tears so easily. That fragile heart has long been impeccably wrapped in iron armor. Many lives have passed away. Every time I touch it, I will feel heartache, but as I grow older, The frequency of heartache has become less and less, and it has become lighter and lighter. When I face the cold body of the kitten, I really wish to cry happily, but I feel like crying but have no tears. Is it numbness? Is it strong? Or for some other reason, I don’t know. But I know that the process of growing up is constant gain and constant loss.How many empty nights, that dazed heart recalled my son again? During that time, those little red flowers and 100-point test papers that I vowed to treasure for the rest of my life are now being weighed in the hands of people in the scrapyard and valued at only fifty cents. How I wish I could go back to my childhood. I live a carefree life, but time does not allow me to do this. In the face of time, even giants seem pale and feeble, let alone me, who is insignificant. I can only sigh helplessly and sigh again, and hesitate about the future of my life. The journey to the end - a journey that is vague and has no end in sight. I only know that the further I go, the further away from the carefree sky, and I will be lost in front of it.
Until one day, I suddenly understood that I always keep looking back on the past. In fact, they are not far away from me. They are just separated by a window. I can clearly see the people, things and things inside, but I cannot touch them. They, and they can't come to me through that window, because that window is called --- time.
The past is like smoke: countless years have been accumulated and twisted into a thin long whip to drive The wheel of the past rolls past my innocent soul. The candied haws stuck to my childhood fireflies are still flying in front of my eyes. Grandma Wolf’s story penetrates into my fertile heart. Grandpa’s palm leaf fan has lost its luster and turned into an antique with a broken handle. Time is like a flying ribbon every moment. It’s a change
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