Essay on the last day of winter vacation, anxious and urgent, I only have 20 points

In the blink of an eye, the winter vacation is about to pass, and after the winter vacation, we have to devote ourselves to intense study.

During this year's winter vacation, I will conscientiously complete the winter vacation homework assigned to me by the teacher every day. I read a lot of books during the winter break, and the knowledge in the books has benefited me a lot. Books are our mentors and friends.

The ocean of knowledge is immutable and boundless, as vast as the universe. Books not only enrich our knowledge but also improve our writing skills. And I also had a happy New Year.

A lot of that gripping happened in 2008. I hope that every day of 2009 will be full and happy.

In the first day of school, we must listen attentively, the teacher said **, we should listen attentively, and use different angles to empathize when encountering problems. We must be careful and cautious in doing every exercise, we must get rid of the bad habit of carelessness, and we must continue to explore new knowledge in our future studies. Be sure to do relevant exercises to digest the new knowledge, so that you can remember it firmly

Homework should not only be quantity, but not quality, but should be kept improving, so that you can learn better. Lay a solid foundation for future studies.

Today is the last day of winter vacation, and I was supposed to wake up early, but I couldn't get up! Originally, the alarm clock was set at eight o'clock, but it took more than half an hour to get up, and it was still my mother Cui's! ·

, don't get up yet, school will start tomorrow, you still have so much homework, hurry up!! At six o'clock in the morning, before I woke up, my mother picked me up. Woooooooooooo

I got up so early to do my homework, rubbing my eyes, I opened the homework book, oh my God! There are so many homework! Workbooks, essays, tabloids, drawings, DVDs...

Oh no to do what year and month! Hey, do it, work hard, ten minutes, thirty minutes, one hour, one hour and thirty minutes, two hours. After four hours of hard work with homework and sleep, I finished all my homework, and while I was partying, suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in front of me, and shouted:

**There is also a diary that is not written! "I'm dizzy, who is it, so uninteresting. When I looked up, the face of a fierce middle-aged woman appeared in front of me, Tianna!

It was my mother, I was so frightened that I retreated again and again, and I only heard a soprano screaming: "Don't write soon!! I was still elated, and I began to meditate on the last hateful journal in front of my computer desk on the gray runway!!

Saturday, February 19, 2011 Sunny.

Well, I'm going to school tomorrow.

During the winter break, I wrote a lot of articles and put them on the Internet, which were very popular. Now that I'm going to school, I don't have much time to write essays in the future.

Those good days are over. As I write this journal, I think about how the articles posted on the Internet were so popular, the pictures I painted, the fireworks I burned with my brother, and the whole family cleaned up together.

I have never forgotten these wonderful memories. I etched it into my mind, and when I was tired, I remembered those good memories.

Now that it's here, I'm going to meet it, and there's no way to escape.

A new life is about to begin, and old holidays are ready to end.

I imagined I was entering the next semester. Noisy days seem to be better than days off.

As soon as I went to school, I saw good friends, how happy I was!

This semester, I decided to be strong and mature. The writing should be beautiful, I believe that when you see this, you also feel that my writing is beautiful.

The aesthetic writing doesn't seem like the writing of a fourth-grader. But I just want to mature and become a special student.

On the last day of the holiday, I made a plan. I don't want to send it out here, I just want to show myself this plan.

Sweet floral fragrance, fresh air, white textbooks. This is something that I only experienced when I was in school. So, it's good to go to school too.

The second semester of four years is upon us, and we welcome it!

"As soon as my eyes are closed and opened, a day has passed, aha! As soon as your eyes are closed and opened, a lifetime has passed, aha! "How fresh is Xiao Shenyang's statement, time flies, isn't it just a blink of an eye?

You see, as soon as you close your eyes and open them, won't the winter vacation pass? Fortunately, I insisted on writing a blog every day, and I still left a little impression. But I still feel empty, and I always feel that time has passed without accomplishment, and I am full of guilt!

Especially the whole holiday relaxed his focus on the child, allowing him to soak in the TV too much. I'm afraid this habit will be more difficult to overcome in the future, right? If that's the case, then my fault is too great.

The past is unbearable, and I don't want to shirk anything, just a little summary.

Tomorrow may be a real day to school, although the snow and ice jam the road, the walkers are afraid, and the road is far away.

This is just a memory, let's talk about it as a sign of inheriting the past and forging ahead into the future!

How can I help you write it if you don't give points

I... I want to ask you!!

School is going to start again at the Jockey Club.

In the evening in the countryside, wisps of cooking smoke can always be seen wafting out of the chimneys of farmhouses, which are the villagers cooking on fires. In my memory, the most obsessive thing about the countryside was making a fire in the stove.

Cooking in the countryside is not like cooking in the city, where you have to use a rice cooker or gas stove to help, but as long as you stuff firewood and straw into the stove to burn the fire, the meal can be ready. A stove is a kitchen stove made of bricks and mud. I just like to make fires here.

The first time I lit the fire, I was still a rookie, and I shouted that the sparks had burst out, and then I was worried that the fire was too small, although my grandmother came to add some firewood from time to time, but the fire was still weak and strong.

Lighting the fire again, I have experience. Also, I used a hard wood with a high oil content, but I can't name it, and it makes a "crackling" sound when it is put into the fire, and once the sound is gone, I will shove it in again. Listening to this sound, I am also very happy, and the fire is even stronger.

In the summer, the weather was very hot, and although my face was red from the fire, and sweat was dripping down, I was still very happy to see the flames jumping in the stove.

In winter, the place where the fire is lit becomes a large stove, which can warm your hands and cook rice, which is really a good place. And after the cooking is ready, while the charcoal fire is not extinguished, you can also put a few potatoes in it, and when you have dinner, you can take it out, and it will become a hot simmered potato.

Lighting a fire in the stove is a great sight in the countryside. It's a lot more fun than some boring games, and I love fire!

I didn't write either, alas, and I didn't write when the teacher scolded me.

How many words? I don't know how many words you want.

After reading "The Education of Love".

The Education of Love was written by the famous Italian writer Amicis, imitating the handwriting of a primary school student, and although his article did not use many good words and sentences, it contained many truths.

Let me briefly introduce "The Education of Love": this book is a simple description of life, making people feel how much human beings need to care for each other, understand each other, and help each other. The author's intention is also very clear, he conceives a series of touching plots, which he hopes the child will understand:

love for parents, respect for teachers and never forget, love for those around you, concern for classmates, sympathy for the poor; admiration for heroes and love for what they have done, etc. There are many images of elementary school students in the book, such as Delosi, who has a good academic performance, and Frandi, who is a scoundrel by nature. These ordinary characters have left a different image in the hearts of readers.

In this book, from the concern for the poor people around him, to the great love for the motherland. In this book, Enric's parents told him many times that he must be patriotic. Yes, if it were not for the great motherland, would there still be the good life we have now?

This is really a great inspiration, each of us just needs a little more love, and our lives will be better.

Last summer, I made an appointment with my father and mother to hold a "family quiz competition".

Summer vacation came, and on the day of the competition, I first followed the example of the host on TV, walked to the stage, cleared my throat and said, "Now, I announce that the family quiz competition has officially begun." First of all, let's ask the red mother question:

What is classical Chinese? Please give an example. Mom listened, thought for a while and said:

Classical Chinese refers to poems that have people in things, people have feelings, and love is allegorical, such as the ancient narrative text "Xue Yi", which tells us to concentrate on learning or doing anything, otherwise, nothing will be accomplished. I couldn't help but applaud and say, "That's right, add 10 points to Red."

After speaking, he turned around and wrote "plus 10" on the blackboard in red letters. "Next, I would like to ask Daddy Lan Fang to write a question: two geese were put in the refrigerator at the same time, and an hour later, one died and the other was still alive and well, why is this?

Well, this one......Seeing that my father couldn't answer, I revealed the mystery: "Because that goose is not an ordinary goose, it is the owner of Antarctica, the penguin, and I will subtract ten points from the blue side!" Here's a joke contest, no matter what jokes you say in the book, as long as you amuse your mother-in-law, you can get extra points!

As soon as the words fell, my mother raised her hand high and said, "Once upon a time there was a joke king, once, he broke into a house by mistake and was caught, and when the man heard him say that he was the famous joke king, he asked him to say a word to make him laugh, and the joke king said a fart word without thinking, and the man did not understand what it meant, and the joke king said: 'Let it go to you, and if you don't let it go, it's up to you.'"

I listened and couldn't help but laugh, even my mother's rival dad laughed ......

In the end, Mom won by 20 points, and this "quiz game" was really interesting, which not only enriched our language knowledge, but also tested our intelligence, adding endless fun to the family.

If the world Lu Yuanguo is looking for someone to answer, there are many pen hands or writers on the Internet who need to pay, copying and original** are not the same, the original is required to pay for the manuscript, it seems that you want to empty gloves white wolf?

If you are asking someone for help, you should have a polite language, is it appropriate to write an essay in front of the computer like no one else?

Besides, everyone knows each other, and this is not your personal secretariat, why should others write for you according to your requirements, and why do you occupy the fruits of other people's labor without even a polite word?

Write about something meaningful, such as helping your mother-in-law grow vegetables to experience the hard work of farmers and the joy of harvesting.

How good it is to write it yourself. I told you that you also wrote, and if you don't tell you, you still write, it's better to write it yourself

I was satisfied with the high score test paper and ran home, my already happy mood was even more indescribable, looking at the award certificate in my hand, I couldn't help but dance with my hands, I felt that time passed so fast, I couldn't get home inadvertently.

Everyone in the family was smiling happily, and their mouths were crooked, like the first quarter moon. Mom was busy cooking, and Dad was busy with business in front of the computer, which was both peaceful and lively for a while. I always felt that something was missing, so I thought about it and ran to the kitchen to give my mother a kiss, and the runway bedroom to give my father a hug.

The love in their eyes is strong and can be touched.

I went to my bedroom, sat down quietly, picked up my pen, and began to write my winter vacation homework, after all, only the winter vacation of studying is the happiest winter vacation.

1. On the road of life, there are countless sand, gravel and rubble waiting for us to step on; On the road of life, there are countless difficulties and setbacks for us to challenge; On the road of life, there are countless scenery for us to enjoy; On the road of life, there are countless fruits waiting for us to pick. Life is not a smooth road.

Li Qingzhao has an enviable first half of his life. She happily recited poems and verses with her husband, but in the last years, it was "after dusk in the east fence, there was a dark fragrance and oil", but "the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers". In the face of the twists and turns on the road of life, she used tenacious perseverance to overcome and challenge.

She has become a famous female lyricist of my country's graceful school.

Liu Yuxi "Bashan Chushui is desolate, and he has been abandoned for twenty-three years". There is no fame, no emperor's favor, but he understands that "thousands of sails have passed on the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees are spring in front of the sick tree." ”

He walked through the darkness of the road and ushered in the dawn of dawn.

Ouyang Xiu was degraded, but he did not lament or be discouraged. In the face of the layers of "peaks" in front of him, he did not stop, and in the joy with Chu people, he found his own happiness and found value.

Every life has to go through a long and uneven road. In everyone's life, there are setbacks and tribulations waiting for you to conquer and challenge.

Faced with the blow of deafness, Beethoven survived, and he composed a symphony of fate. On the road of life, he left a deep footprint. In the face of the torture of paralysis, Sang Lan did not fall, and her smile added color to the road of life.

In the face of poverty and heavy burdens at home, Hong Zhanhui was not crushed, he stepped on thorns, sang songs, and left an eternal scenery for the road of life.

Life is like a road, a bumpy and uneven road. Only when you step on a muddy road will you leave your own footprints.

2. Pearls. 3. Write an essay on the topic of "sticking to or abandoning human development". No.