Composition, please! Essay That day, I was very happy and anxious!! Please come in, master...

Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing.

It seems that you don't have a lot of happy things, or you can't write a single one, but composition is actually very important!

This essay is very good to write a narrative, and it is easy to describe a thing that surprises you in detail I don't have time to write it for you You look for it in the library I hope it can help you.

Actually, I don't feel bad every day.

It should all be original here.

Used for ginseng. The version test is very suitable

Keep the fall.

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, we have gone through the spring of a hundred flowers and the scorching summer, and the autumn of osmanthus is about to leave us......

Sad! Autumn is about to leave us, and I want to keep it, keep it in our eyes, in our hands, and in our ......heartsKeep the colorful autumn forever!

Lonely! The fallen leaves are about to leave, and the fruitful fruits are about to leave ......

I came to the river, where there was no longer a creek and flowers. The ginkgo biloba leaves fall down like butterflies. I picked up a ginkgo biloba and put it in a box so that the ginkgo biloba would last forever.

I continued to walk forward, only to see the maple leaves like fire, it is really "frost leaves red in February"! But sadly, the maple leaves have fallen, like red flames. I walked forward, picked up a maple leaf, put it in a box, and let the maple leaf stay forever.

I continued to walk forward, and the osmanthus was fragrant. But it's a pity that the osmanthus also fell down, like a piece of gold. I walked forward, picked up a piece of osmanthus and put it in a box, so that the osmanthus that had left in a hurry would remain forever.

I continued to walk forward, only to see the chrysanthemums competing for beauty. But unfortunately, the chrysanthemum is about to wither, like a little girl bowing her head. I walked forward, tore off a chrysanthemum petal, and put it in a box so that the chrysanthemum petals would remain forever.

In autumn, I want to keep your hurried footsteps forever, and leave you in the box forever. That box is your footsteps, and I will cherish ...... forever

Autumn, I want to keep you, keep your footsteps, and keep you in my heart forever!

I love autumn!

My mother taught me how to be a human being.

Be kind! Mother's earnest teachings rang in my ears again. Every time I "see something", I think of my mother's words, and it immediately pulls me back from the edge of making mistakes. Therefore, I am grateful to my great mother.

I remember one time, I liked the "pearl in the palm of my hand" pen very much. While he wasn't paying attention, I took it over, and walked away like no one knew Peihuai. When he found out that his beloved pen friend was missing, he immediately shed tears.

When I saw him crying, I felt very uncomfortable. Every time I saw his innocent face, I could no longer face the rebuke of my heart, so I told my mother about it.

After my mother found out, she split her head and covered her face with a "fat scolding": "Be kind!" It's not that we don't have money! You can buy what you like! ......A lecture immediately purified my mind.

The mother said, "Since you are so honest, you should be praised, but you must return to your rightful owner." Mom said kindly.

I did what my mother said, and the teacher praised me instead. I haven't taken anything from anyone else since. Mom, I used to be naïve and ignorant, and I didn't know your good intentions.

Be kind! This sentence should be firmly imprinted in everyone's heart!

Museum of Cinema.

Under the guidance of the teacher, we visited the Film Museum. It doesn't matter if it's a magical place, there's so much in it that we've never seen before. The teacher told us that it was all a record and testimony of history.

The paintings hanging on the walls reminded me of the scenes when my uncle of the Red Army was fighting, and I couldn't help but admire them. When I saw the guns on display in the product, I wanted to rush to the battlefield again and fight side by side with my uncle in the Red Army to defend the country. The interior of the Electric Museum is also very beautifully decorated.

Many foreign tourists also come to visit. I am very proud because the things that are preserved here are symbols of our victories back then. I will come back to the Museum of Cinema next time.

And bring my own children.

Bridge Rhyme What is a bridge? That's right! What is a bridge?

Who would think about that? Mao Yisheng, a well-known bridge scientist, has carefully considered this issue. "The bridge is nothing more than a bench with a board on two legs, and the board can carry the weight," he said.

Enlarge this bench and 'cross' a small river, or a small valley, to form a bridge. "Nope! Bridge, it's not that simple!

No, by no means! If so, what is the Love Bridge? What is the mysterious rainbow bridge in the sky?

So, it's not simple. In the depths of my heart, there are two bridges that are not simple, they are - The bridge of family affection - the bridge of ten thousand years Time is like a filtering screen, sifting away the soil in memory, leaving behind glittering gold. I have long admired the simplicity of the Zhaozhou Bridge and the majesty of the Yangtze River Bridge.

However, I always think about the small bridge in the ancient city of my hometown, and the small bridge that I dreamed of in my childhood. When it comes to the holidays, the wisps of concern always prompt me to look for the sweet childhood memories of the warm and beautiful Mozhou. It is an old stone arch bridge that spans the Xin'an River with a low chanting voice.

The water is beautiful, the river is beautiful, the bridge is also beautiful, and the bluestone road on the bridge is polished by the footsteps of pedestrians. The bridge gave my interesting childhood a magnificent color. However, changing schools, moving houses, high schools and living in schools, the spinning wheels of life took away my childhood and innocence.

When I walked towards the bridge again, the lake of pleasant and calm emotions could not help but ripple with melancholy. Listen, there is the sound of water like a harp under the bridge. It is the Taiping Bridge, a bridge full of my childhood and family affection.

The Bridge of Friendship - Wannian Bridge The rain outside the window is dashing, and the thoughts are infiltrated with a variety of colors. Winter has gone, spring brings warmth, and the bridge of hometown is connected with unforgettable friendship. Do you remember that little bridge with a long old rhyme?

I remember, we remember, we remember, we are a group of laughing children, a group of young and innocent friends, a group of classmates who get along day and night remember. We have walked together, with sincerity, hope, and dreams, walking across the ancient bridge in the wind and rain, and walking across the ancient bridge under the sun. A few bushes of moss, a few grasses, or a few small snails, leisurely show the solidity and tranquility of the small bridge.

Walking through the bluestone road polished by the predecessors, the sound of the feet is empty, when it is the echo of the collision between reality and history... The scientific name of the ancient bridge is Wannian Bridge, and I call her the bridge of friendship. It has accompanied us through childishness, through innocence, and towards the beautiful flower season. The ancient Huizhou culture has created you, the craggy archway holds you, the fine and soft cooking smoke envelops Lu Heng you, and the affectionate eyes are thinking about you.

Yes! The bridge of family affection - the bridge of friendship, pure color, vigorous and elegant posture, is a spring breeze on the road of my life, a touch of sunshine...