400 Words Write One Thing Essay Memorize 400 Words 10

Fuck the angry pig's head in Bagaya.

Is there a better one? Preferably a sixth-grade suitable.

I love the birds and flowers in spring; The scorching summer sun warms me; The gentle snow in winter makes me like it! But、That autumn。

I have never forgotten you and I gathered in this maple forest, I have never forgotten you and I laughed and talked in this autumn, and I have never forgotten. I have never forgotten the autumn, I have never forgotten the event.

Look, Rou'er, we're here! "I still remember that in that autumn, we agreed to collect leaves together in this wood, and watch the flowers and grass together. "Look at it, the flowers on that tree are so bright and beautiful!

Come down, it's dangerous! I was in a hurry, and jumped like an ant on the hot pan, "Come down, I don't want this flower." Rou'er turned her head and smiled at me with the delicate flower.

Phew. I looked up, and the branch that Rou'er was stepping on was about to break, "Be careful! "I'll shout again.

No matter how fast the cry was heard, no branch broke quickly. Just like that, my best friend's left leg broke.

Even though many years have passed, I still don't forget. I regret that I lost my best friend for the sake of that flower.

That autumn, that day.

In my life's memory, I have done many things, but there is only one thing in my memory that I will never erase, and I still regret it.

One night after school, I took out my homework book and just wanted to write, but I found that the pen was gone, and I couldn't find it, and I thought it was stolen by my sister. The more I thought about it, the more I looked like my sister had stolen it, so I ran to my sister and asked, "Did you steal my pen?"

My sister said, "I didn't steal your pen." "I could see my sister's eyes looking at me honestly.

It's really not me who stole it, I'm usually not sensible, and I'll take your things, but your pen is gone, it has nothing to do with me, you don't believe it, just rummage through my bag, you can find it. So I rummaged through her bag several times, but I couldn't find it. Later, I searched my desk carefully, and I found the pen in the bookcase.

My sister said to me with grievances: "I said I didn't steal your pen, but you just don't believe me." After saying that, he cried and ran away.

I thought about it for a long time, since I said the word "steal" to my sister, the word "take" would not be so serious. I wanted to apologize to my sister several times, but each time I came back. Every time I walked up to my sister, I retreated and my courage flew out of the clouds.

Through this incident, I have learned a truth: you can't just wronged others, you have to find out and talk about it. Otherwise, it will cause psychological trauma to others, and my sister I said to you in the language of repentance: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have wronged you." ”

This year is the sixth grade, and I have been living in school for six years, six years of joy, anger and sorrow, and six years of sweetness, today let me cover my scrolls and ponder, silently recalling ......

The sweetness on campus is endless: listen, "hahaha......"It's laughter on the playground; Look, those bright smiling faces, how brilliant; Look, how much fun the students have and how serious they are!

Look over there! A classmate had a broken arm, and the teacher asked this and that, "How is it?"

I'll take you to the hospital! The classmate blushed, beads of sweat rolled down his head, there were bright tears in his eyes, and he cried out with a "wow", at this time his heart must be very sweet, and the classmates also felt a burst of warmth mixed with a burst ......of sweetness welling up in their hearts

I remember one time, our second class had a tug-of-war competition with the first class, and I saw the students in the first class with red faces and teeth rubbing hard; And the students in our class worked harder: foot to foot, frowning, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down their heads. I remember that after two games, we had one win and one loss.

In the third game, the whole class cheered each other on, and with our unremitting efforts, we finally won the first class, and some students pulled out the blood mark ......That "yes" is still floating in my head, and it still resounds in the sky.

I still remember the time when my teacher instructed me to write an essay. When I first started writing, I didn't know anything about composition, but the teacher saw my thoughts, so he came over and said gently: "The basic requirements for writing essays are 'tiger head', 'pork belly', 'phoenix tail'......."In the days that followed, the teacher guided me to write essays countless times, and under the guidance of the teacher, my essays blossomed, grass, and were full of vitality, and the teacher's guidance made me feel sweet.

Countless sweetness, countless happiness, all merged in love, I can't see ...... clearly