Unit 4 composition outline in the second volume of grade five

There are many touching things in life, which are hidden in our hearts like pearls at the bottom of the sea. Today, I will choose the brightest pearl to show you! It was a morning a few weeks ago, and I was very unhappy because I had a conflict with a classmate the day before. I trudged into the classroom, only to find that everyone was staring at me with strange eyes. I panicked and asked my good friend. When I learned the truth, I was very angry because I was very angry yesterday and told Gong Yuan. He asked me about my homework and everything related to the dispute. I didn't expect him to say it! This is a big secret! I immediately flew into a rage. Without thinking, I rushed to Gong Yuan, who was being promoted, and shouted, "Bah! You big mouth! " Say that finish, then angrily left. The students stopped talking, and Gong Yuan just stood there, motionless ... I never talked to him again! I keep repeating it in my mind! After the morning reading, I sat in my seat alone and got angry. Hum! How dishonest! The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I cried at once. "Hey, come here!" I looked up and said, well, you have the face to see me! That's right. It's Gong Yuan smiling at me. But in my mind, it is simply a weasel giving a New Year greeting to chickens! "Can you come out for a moment?" He said quietly. I wanted to say no, but I thought, let's see what he has. Anyway, I'm going out to see if he eats me So I got up and walked out of the classroom with him. He took me to one side of the corridor, where there were not many people. I'm nervous. Does he want to fight me? After ... I saw the original bow smile and took out a small paper ball folded several times from his pocket. It looks mysterious. "Say, I go to see. I must! " He gave me the paper ball carefully, and as soon as I took it, he quickly dodged. What's his plot? Are there any mice in it? Or threatening letters ... my hands trembled and slowly opened the paper ball. Every time I open a layer, my heart beats wildly. Finally, I opened it. When I saw it, I was startled. God, there are more than 800 "I'm sorry" written on it, each of which is so neat and densely covered with the whole paper. My tears welled up again, but it was happy. Later, I gave Gong Yuan a paper ball full of "Never mind". He smiled as if to say, "You finally forgive me!" I laughed too.

This incident really touched me. Although Gong Yuan and I didn't talk much, the messenger of friendship built a bridge between us and solved the contradiction. I will keep this precious friendship forever. After all, it is more beautiful than pearls.

To this day, I think this matter is still deeply touched. A stream of heat has warmed my whole body .../Wen Zuo/ht/gdong/200810/313425.html Yes.

Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying like goose feathers.

Early in the morning, I walked in the street and felt very cold.

The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.

I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands.

I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart.

She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession.

She went to another house.

However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly.

What happened? What happened? I want to know.

I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it.

Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind.

Well, then, I think I'll take a look.

I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly.

I was more puzzled and decided to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old. ...

I finally understood everything after the doubts were solved.

Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...

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Two years ago, my wife and I resigned from a small town in the north and came to Hangzhou. My wife is an editor of a newspaper, and I continue to do my old job-DJ on the radio.

We have been living in a friend's old house for three years, a very old house, in an alley not far from the West Lake. There are four or five schools in it, and we don't have much contact with those who chatter about southern dialects.

There is an iron gate in the yard with a big lock hanging on it. Everyone in the yard has a key on the iron gate. My wife has always had the key to our iron gate. I don't know how I got into the habit. Everyone who lives in the yard, after rushing back from the outside and pushing the bicycle into the yard, should lock the courtyard door conveniently even in broad daylight. Sometimes I wonder if it is because southerners are more vigilant than northerners.

It happened on that hot afternoon.

I was doing a music program at 8 pm. I usually arrive at the radio station half an hour before the live broadcast starts. I have the habit of taking a nap in summer. My wife happened to be typesetting in the newspaper that day and won't come back in the afternoon.

My wife usually tells me to take a nap, but I overslept that day. When I woke up, it was only half an hour before the live broadcast. This time in the past, I was sitting in my office with a pile of records ready to enter the recording studio. I got up in a daze and walked into the yard. I saw the big black lock on the iron gate and remembered that the key was in my wife's hand. I first looked to see if there was anyone else in the yard. It turned out that I was the only one in the whole yard.

I am in a hurry. The courtyard wall is surprisingly high, and I know it is impossible for me to jump over it, and there is no telephone in the room.

I was so anxious in the yard that I stamped my feet. I stood by the iron gate, like a prisoner longing for freedom. Then I saw him go through the door. He is a little beggar who happened to pass by an alley. He is still a child, no more than 10 years old. On a hot summer afternoon, he only wore a pair of dirty shorts, his hair was messy like a straw, and one hand clutched the bag on his back as if it were full of treasures.

I stopped him and wanted him to call his wife at the corner. It seems that this is the only way. Before I speak, my first thought is whether I should give him some change as a reward. I rummaged through my pockets and found nothing but a hundred-dollar bill. I'm a little embarrassed. I can't seem to give 100 yuan as "change" to a beggar.

I ran back to the house as fast as I could to find some change, but in vain. Then I saw two big steamed buns left over from last night in the cupboard. Through the iron gate, I handed him the two soft steamed buns. I can see that he is very happy. He thanked me in a mosquito-like voice and then turned to leave. I stopped him and simply told him that I needed him to make a phone call at the corner of the alley and put a hundred-dollar bill in his hand. He looked at the paper money in his hand and gave me a shield. I tried to smile at him. Through the door, I told him that I needed your help and I was in a hurry. Then I saw him running quickly to the alley.

He hasn't come back after 10 minutes. I don't think he will come back. At that time, I comforted myself that he was right not to come back-he ignored a stupid child.

Then the neighbors came back and opened the iron gate. I borrowed money from my neighbor and ran to the street to stop a taxi.

There is no delay in the live broadcast.

When she was too clear in the evening, she said that no one had called her. I smiled and told my wife that I trusted everything in this child. My wife laughed at me. My wife and I agree that children have spent money to improve their lives. That's all. My wife and I have the same life as before.

One day two months later, my wife and I were busy moving. On the cultural road, we finally got our own house by installment. The iron gate was open, and Tai Qing and I were busy with the people who moved the company. My wife suddenly told me at the door that someone was biting you. Looking down, the nail froze: That's the child!

This article is transferred from my mind inn.

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