Fortune Telling Collection - Ziwei fortune-telling - Junior one composition

Junior one composition

In our daily life, we will always come into contact with composition, which can vent our emotions and adjust our mood. So how to write a general composition? The following are six senior one compositions I have compiled. Welcome to read the collection.

People say that life is powerful, but I always disagree. Until one day, a potted flower told me the answer.

One sunny morning, I watered the peony flowers at home. Suddenly, I found a dying grass on the right side of the peony. So, I quickly found a flowerpot, moved into it, watered it, and then went to school with my schoolbag on my back. At school, the teacher told us: "Plants have silent lives!" " "I immediately thought of grass and thought, didn't I save a life?

As soon as I got home at noon, I couldn't wait to see this "silent life". Wow! After only working for one morning, it became full of pride again, and both parents were surprised. They couldn't help exclaiming, "It's really crucial." I have a vague feeling that maybe it is not grass, but some kind of flower. With curiosity, I often visit this grassland, water it and let it bask in the sun. I often see its progress. "Well, yes, I have grown taller." I said to myself. I look forward to it every day, expecting it to blossom and bear fruit, and every time I have unexpected gains. One day, I suddenly found that it was actually blooming. "It turned out to be Wei Zi and Wei Zi." I cheered. From then on, I took care of it every day and sometimes talked to it. It becomes more and more lush and beautiful.

I finally realized the power of life-power.

My mother and I went back to my grandmother's house in Xinjiang in the Spring Festival of 20xx. After thousands of kilometers of flight, I finally returned to my dream world of ice and snow-Xinjiang. At grandma's house, after breakfast early in the morning, I clamored for my cousin to take me out to have a look, play and have a snowball fight. When I left home, there was snow everywhere, which almost drowned my boots. The branches are covered with long lines of ice. I am very excited. I catch snow everywhere and pinch snowballs. I also had a snowball fight with my cousin. I caught a lot of long and hard popsicles and waved them around. I folded it hard and the popsicle broke with a bang. I licked them. Ah, the ice is dead! My tongue is still a little sticky. It's too cold. I inserted all the ice bars into the snowdrift. Oh dear! My hands and feet were frozen stiff, so my cousin and I ran home to keep warm. The next day, I was fully armed and dressed even thicker. My family and I went to Hongshan Park to play. Ha ha! I saw many ice sculptures in the park: crystal clear fish, majestic lion, lovely seven dwarfs and kind snow white, naive Warawako riding a fish and so on. I like them very much. I kissed them and took many photos with them. We also went skiing, and my cousin and I went straight down the slide. I yelled, super exciting! I also got a shovel to shovel snow. I shovel and shovel. Don't mention how happy you are! I love Xinjiang, and I love the beautiful world of ice and snow. I hope there will be more freezing when I return to Xinjiang next time.

In our time, every young girl has her own idol, maybe he is a movie star, maybe he is a pop star, maybe he is an athlete in sports, which will fascinate the vast number of young "fans". I also like stars, such as Aaron and Jolin Tsai, but I don't like idolization because we have different lives. The life of a star is to entertain the public, but mine. Yes, my idol is Sharla Cheung. He and I have the same life. She touched me deeply with her enthusiasm, thoughtfulness and hard work, and made me admit from my heart that she is my idol.

The school just started school on September 1 last year, and the school organized weeding activities on the playground. After weeding, the teacher asked us to transport the weeds on the playground to other places. Many students feel impatient, holding only two or three weeds in their hands, walking around the playground pretending. Speaking of which, I am really ashamed, and I am one of them. Suddenly, I noticed a girl in Grade Three. She doesn't want to be lazy like us, but she has a handful of weeds in her arms. When she brought the grass back, I found that the clothes in front of her were a little dirty, but she didn't care. At this time, she is like an angel in my heart. Following her example, I began to draft a lot.

Later, by chance, I met her and became friends. I learned that her name was Sharla Cheung. It turns out that she has a good academic record and is the representative of English in her class. Her appearance is so cute that people can't help but want to look at her again; She has a sweet voice and is a school announcer. I dare say that she must be the student with the best voice among the announcers in our school.

In this summer vacation, Sharla Cheung and I often talk on the phone and send short messages, and our feelings are getting better and better. I want to buy some materials to practice because I am attending a cram school. So, I pulled Sharla Cheung, because after all, she is one year older than me and has experience! She spent more than an hour shopping with me. It's already twelve o'clock after buying the materials. I wanted to invite her to dinner to express my gratitude, but I didn't bring enough money to buy information, so I brought most of the meals this week, so I have to invite her next time. Just about to say goodbye to her, she suddenly asked me what to eat at noon, and I told her truthfully to buy bread later. Who knows, as soon as she heard this, she immediately took me to a small restaurant nearby, ordered two portions of fried noodles, and told me endlessly that she must eat at noon, otherwise what? Her words sounded really kind to me, just like my big sister. But just a few days ago, I recognized her as my sister, and today, I am my sister ... but I am also very happy. It turns out that my sister is such a kind and considerate girl!

Sharla Cheung, I like you, and I also like stars, but I know that stars will only be a passer-by in my life, and you will be my favorite idol when I grow up!

On March 8 this year, I was at home thinking hard about how to finish the homework assigned by my teacher "helping my mother do a housework".

At this time, there was a smell in the kitchen. "Hey, what's mom cooking that smells so good?" I hurried to the kitchen. It turns out that my mother has just cooked my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and is washing the pot to prepare mushroom dishes. So I sneaked in and tried a new piece of ribs, and my mother found out: "Little greedy cat knows to steal!" " ! Bring your own chopsticks! "I put the biggest ribs in my mouth and said," Well, the ribs cooked by mom today are really delicious! " "I was about to clip the second piece when my mother said," Go, go, do your homework quickly, and don't make trouble here! " I want fried mushrooms! "

"eh? Mushroom dish That's right! " An inspiration flashed through my mind, "Why don't I help my mother fry mushrooms!" So, I quickly put down my chopsticks and said to my mother, "Mom, let me cook mushroom dishes." Mother waved and said, "Did you hear me when I asked you to do your homework? You don't have to worry about cooking! " I was not reconciled after listening to it, and kept shaking my mother's hand: "Mom, today is Women's Day, and the teacher wants us to help you with a housework. Please promise me!" Please! " My mother was impatient with my pestering and asked, "Can you do it?" ? "I patted my chest with confidence:" Don't underestimate people! Dad taught me some cooking methods at home last time, so please feel free to wait for my delicious food! " "Come on, little ancestor, I really can't help you. "My mother couldn't help pestering me, so she gave me the right to cook, tied my apron and sleeves and armed me to my teeth. My mother stood beside me again, ready to watch me burn to death. Seeing this, I quickly pushed my mother into the room: "Mom, today is Women's Day on March 8, and you should enjoy your retirement. Besides, if someone is watching me cook, I can't play. "My mother listened to me, told me a few words of cooking precautions, and went to the room to watch TV. It's my turn to show my talent. I turn on the induction cooker first and pour the oil into the pot according to my mother's instructions. After only a few seconds, some black smoke appeared in the pot. I quickly poured the washed vegetables in, only to hear a "poof", and the oil immediately splashed up, and several naughty oil spots splashed on me. I quickly wiped the oil off my body with a cloth and went back to the induction cooker to continue frying. I turned the dish over with a spatula, and when I looked at it carefully, I was almost shocked. It turns out that the other side of the dish is a little burnt. Alas, this is a bad start! I can't help but speed up the cooking. At this time, I accidentally pushed too hard and fried several dishes outside the pot at once. I quickly turned around and found that my mother was not there. I'm glad my mother went to the room to watch TV, otherwise I would definitely be scolded by my mother. So I quickly picked up the food and threw it back into the pot. Now it's time to put the salt in. Afraid that too little salt would affect the taste, I put a handful and a spoonful of monosodium glutamate in one breath. After frying for a while, I tasted the soup and quickly spit it out: "What soup is this? Why is it so salty? "You just didn't put too much salt? What should I do? " I'm trying to think about a solution. "I have." My mind suddenly flashed, "Let the' fire brigade' come and help!" After that, I poured some water for the "fire brigade". After stirring a few times, I tasted the taste again, and the taste was much lighter: "The water is so big, it successfully put out the salty taste!" " "I put the lid back on and waited for the water to boil.

After a minute, I opened the lid and the water was still boiling. "Why so slow? It hasn't boiled yet! " So, I turned on the firepower of the induction cooker to the maximum. Finally, with the passage of time, a trace of water vapor came out of the pot. So the water is boiling. I rushed forward in surprise, trying to open the lid and enjoy the delicious food I was about to finish. However, as soon as I opened the lid, my hand was burned by the steam coming out of it. I quickly put the lid back on the pot. At this time, I felt a burning sensation in my hands. When I looked at my hands again, I was a little red and swollen: "Wow, it's too dangerous. My hand almost became a braised hoof. " I am busy washing my hands under the tap. At this time, there was a "giggle" voice behind him. When I looked back, the stove was full of water. Ah, no! I forgot my injured hand. After turning off the tap, I rushed forward and quickly turned off the induction cooker. I'll bring a rag to wipe the water on the stove right away. "How to open the lid? Do you want to call mom? " I am looking for a solution. Think of a sentence my father once told me: when opening the lid, hold it down with a rag, and then open it with your back to yourself, so that it is safe. Thinking of this, I immediately opened the lid according to this method, and I really didn't burn my hand.

I put the plate on the plate. The mushroom dish I cooked finally came out! I picked up a small one with chopsticks, blew it and put it in my mouth: "Mmm, delicious, delicious!" " "I shouted excitedly," mom, come here! "My food is ready!" When mother heard this, she hurried to the kitchen. I pointed to my dish and said, "My … good … mushroom dish … good!" " "At this point, I have been incoherent because of excitement. My mother looked in the direction I pointed and found a steaming mushroom dish: "This is, did you make it?" I nodded hard, and my mother quickly picked up one with chopsticks and tasted it: "Well, by the way, Binbin, it was delicious when you cooked it for the first time, but how could there be so much soup?" I dare not tell my mother the truth, so I have to say, "Have more soup for dinner! " "

Dinner is ready, and the family is sitting around the table. Today's dishes are really rich, including sweet and sour pork ribs, red shrimp stewed in red wine, pomfret with scallion oil, and a dish I cooked myself-fried mushrooms. Everyone praised the mushroom dish I cooked today as "the best". I'm glad to hear that.

I secretly made up my mind to learn more cooking skills from my mother in the future, so that I can practice more and try to make more and better dishes.