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Fun game.

One day, Teacher Xiong walked into the classroom with a smile on his face and said to us, "Today, let's make a game called 'Happy Fax'......What do you think? ”

Good! We said in unison.

After the teacher explains the rules of the game, the game begins. We selected four students to do this game. Xu Zhichan first stretched out four fingers to Wang Dongfang, and Wang Dongfang said suspiciously

Is this a four-word word? Xu Zhizan nodded, then opened his arm to the sky, and then held something in his left hand, and his right hand kept beating, and we knew at a glance that he was making a gesture of beating a gong. But such an obvious gong posture actually became: In Wang Dongfang's eyes, it actually became:

Cut cucumbers? It made the students laugh. What about me?

Laughing so much that he almost fell off his chair to the ground. Xu Zhizhuan couldn't straighten his waist with a smile, and finally stopped laughing, stomped his feet towards Wang Dongfang again, and finally made a net again. Maybe he didn't do a good job, and this series of actions was understood by Wang Dongfang as:

Golfing? Everyone burst into laughter. Lu Yixuan was inexplicable when she saw the "copycat action" passed to her by Wang Dongfang, but she still passed the action to the last person - Ouyang Wenting, Ouyang Wenting watched Lu Yixuan's "copycat version of the copycat action", and her mind was full of question marks (alas!).

Copycat stuff kills people! Teacher Xiong smiled and said, "I don't understand, right?"

Let's take a look at the 'original action'! Xu Zhizan repeated Wang Dongfang's actions, Ouyang Wenting's mind was still full of question marks, and Wang Dongfang muttered on the side: "I really don't understand, one will cut cucumbers, and the next will play golf!"

At this time, Ouyang Wenting had no perseverance to guess at all, and Teacher Xiong said with a smile: "I still can't guess, let me tell you!" The word is 'heaven and earth'" Huh?!

We said in amazement.

This game is so much fun! It not only entertains us, but also increases our ability to understand.

Zhang Kunming's article describes the characters' actions, demeanor, and language, which is a bit faceted and concretely writes about the fun of the game. His language is also very distinctive, making it feel very humorous, vivid and interesting to read. Zhang Kunming, that's good!

Keep up the good work! Teacher Xiong.

Fun game.

This afternoon, the teacher organized our students in the Giant Composition Class to make a game called "Doing Something Together". When the teacher said this name, the students in the class immediately began to discuss: "What?

Do you want to go against the teacher? Who dares to do this! The teacher quickly said the rules of the game:

'Doing it' is actually the teacher saying an action, and the students should immediately make the opposite action, and if they make a mistake, they will be punished. ”

The students all stared at the teacher with expectant eyes. I only heard the teacher's order: "Raise your left hand!"

The students shook their heads and raised their right hands. Then the teacher said, "All the students are seated."

Most of the students stood up, and a small number of students did not react and were helplessly sent off. When the teacher saw that most of our classmates were very clever, he said, "I'm going to have a hard time!"

Touch your right ear with your left hand and your left thigh with your right hand. At this time, many students began to scramble and mess around, and the students who did the wrong thing walked away with a smile. At this time, the teacher smiled and said:

Let's all be happy. Laugh, please. The laughter in the classroom immediately stopped, and some of the students began to have sad faces, some of their facial expressions were painful, and some even cried bitterly, at this time, the teacher suddenly said loudly

You are so sad, just cry out loud. Unexpectedly, the students reacted quite quickly, and the classroom immediately burst into laughter, some pursed their lips and smiled, some laughed loudly, and some laughed back and forth, laughing in the classroom one after another, of course, a few students who did not do it right were eliminated.

Then, what the teacher asked us to do became more and more difficult, and the number of students who did it wrong increased, and we had no choice but to reluctantly accept the "punishment" - the end. In the end, there were only six people left, and I was among them. The teacher then set up several more traps, but they failed to stump us, and finally the teacher announced:

Today, these six students won this game! The classroom burst into applause, and the six of us were very happy.

Today's game has given me a lot of gain: a small game can not only make people feel happy and make friends, but also exercise our reflexes and resilience. I love this game because it's so much fun.

Flipping through my photo album, I saw my own **, recording the story of my growth, the most unforgettable thing for me is the one standing in front of the donation box with my friends**, it made me grow up a lot at once, I seem to be back to that time...

One day during the summer vacation of my second grade, I was riding a bicycle with five friends in the community and competing to see who was the fastest. After the race, we rode to the gate of the community, ready to rest for a while, and went to the supermarket to buy a bottle of water to drink. At this time, I saw a red box on a chair, an uncle from the neighborhood committee standing next to it, and a small blackboard with the words "One party is in trouble, all parties support" It turned out to be the donation box of Wenchuan Da**!

I immediately took out the six yuan to buy water and put it in, Chen Chen saw this, and also took out twenty yuan, Zhang Ning too, everyone donated money one after another, only Zhao Feng did not donate, we asked him the reason, only to see him said embarrassedly: "I only have one yuan, compared with you, it is too little!" Uncle opened his mouth and said:

Children, no matter how much you donate, even if it's only a penny, it also represents your heart, it doesn't matter! After listening to this, he also proudly put a dollar into it.

So, we stood on both sides of the donation box and shouted, "Uncles and aunts, please donate a little money to bring warmth to the people in the disaster area!" Pedestrians donated money and a passing child joined us.

At this time, a very cute little sister, who seemed to be only three or four years old, said to her mother, "Mom, I want to donate too." The aunt was very happy and took out a hundred yuan to the little sister, who smiled and put the money into the donation box.

After a while, the original gently solicitation box became heavy, and we should not mention how happy.

A few days later, I received a letter of commendation from the neighborhood committee, but this is not important, the important thing is that this activity has given me a heart to care and help others, and I have grown up all of a sudden.

Grilled sausages.

One day in December, I discussed with a few friends and decided to go to the bamboo forest to grill sausages when we got home from school.

As soon as we got home, we started to move, took sausages, lighters, knives, and gathered in the bamboo forest.

When the people arrived, the small ones went to pick up bamboo shoot shells, and the big ones cut bamboo, drew strips, and wore sausages. Ready, grill the sausages.

In the beginning, we followed the example of selling barbecue on the street, sticking sausages over the fire and turning them constantly. Bamboo shoot shell fire.

It was very violent, and after a while, the skin of the sausage broke, and then, fragrant oil came out, and it came out"Sizzle"sound.

We're so excited!

This one says:"Look, mine is oily. "That said:"Wow, it smells so good! "Some even have ideas for tomorrow.

said:"Tomorrow afternoon after school, we're here again! "I looked at them, and a few of them were swallowing.

Huahua's first ripening, he lifted the sausage, and when he bit it, he found that it was very hot, but he was reluctant.

I had to spit it out, so I had to keep stirring it with my tongue. As a result, the tongue was scalded with a blister. That look, that, put.

We laughed and leaned back, and I said he:"Why be in such a hurry, it's comfortable now! ""It's okay, sausage too.

It's delicious. "Not only did he not regret it, but he comforted me.

Suddenly, one"Oops! "The sound came, and it turned out that it was the three wa'er's slices that burned off, and the sausages fell into the fire.

Heap. I was feeling sorry for the three children, and when I saw that the slices were about to burn again, I shouted:"Obviously, quickly, yes.

Broken. "He hurriedly shrank the slices out of the fire, and when he saw that the sausage was about to fall, he hurriedly reached out to catch the hot sausage.

It was so hot that his hands flipped over. The partners laughed again.

After a while, everyone's sausages were cooked and eaten one by one. The three babies are miserable, see.

Everyone ate the sausages happily, but they didn't, and they swallowed their saliva unconsciously, which was so pitiful. I saw it and said:"Brother, come, eat the eldest brother's. "As he spoke, he cut a piece of sausage and handed it over. When the partners saw it, they all offered it.

Out of some. The three babies laughed, and we all laughed too.

That night, Dongdong's mother found that there was a shortage of sausages, called Dongdong, lifted the mulberry strips a few times, and scolded:"You.

This rabbit cub is stealing sausages, why don't you look like you! ......"

Later, Dongdong told us about his beating and his mother's words, and we laughed quietly for a long time.

Everyone is looking for their own paradise so that all their happiness can be unleashed. My paradise is different, it's not a neon-lit cabaret, it's not a bustling entertainment park, it's a small room in my study and bedroom.

In a small room, there are ordinary white walls. The pink and green curtains were gently blown by the wind. The desk under the window is neatly arranged with a variety of books.

On the desk, there is a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio, which are the prizes I won in the Xiamen Computer Competition, and whenever I see it, I am extremely happy. On the front of the radio is the clock, and the beating minutes and seconds keep telling me to make the most of the time. The computer, the sofa, the cot, and the recorder and harmonica hanging on the wall make up my paradise.

Paradise grows up with me day by day, where I have my own visions, dreams and thoughts; Here, I have read a lot of life truths; Here, I can sing to my heart's content, stand in front of the window and play the recorder and harmonica on a whim. Turning on my computer and surfing the Internet is a great pleasure for me.

Paradise gave me confidence and pushed me to work hard. I remember when I participated in the district math competition in the third grade, how many nights the park was brightly lit and my footprints were left on a large pile of math test papers. In the face of difficult problems, I am not afraid, because there are many ** in the paradise, which help me fight my way out of the sea of questions.

The hard work paid off, and I won the first prize. I ran back to the park in ecstasy, smelled the books on the table, looked at my beloved paradise, and thought that all my hard work had paid off, and I smiled. Paradise seemed to tell me

Success and hard work are directly proportional.

Paradise was also a gas station when I failed. It was a district essay contest in the fifth grade, and I didn't make it. I was stupid, and I suddenly felt that everyone was looking at me with disdain.

With my head down, I held back tears and returned to the paradise, and lay down on the couch in a dejected state. At this time, I saw the book "How Steel is Made" on the table, and I felt that there was an infinite force encouraging me. Oh, yes!

The protagonist of the book, Paul Kochakin, insisted on the revolution despite his own serious illness, but what about me? It's just a little setback and you get down. What is my frustration compared to the pain Paul endured?

Thinking of this, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared. I found myself again – a confident, hard-working me. So, I picked up the recorder and blew it, and the wonderful ** suddenly filled my paradise.

Small room, thank you! It was you who opened your arms and took all my love and needs into your arms, and selflessly provided me when I needed them. You are an eternal paradise on the path of my life.

You can search for it, we don't have to write it.