1. A 300-word essay on training in boxing exercises

The school held a group gymnastics competition a few days ago, and the teacher composed a dance for us - Susanna.

The students rehearsed early, carefully learned every move from the teacher, and were fully prepared for the competition. The competition was about to start. I was very excited, but also very scared, for fear of making a wrong move.

Familiar music played, and the students danced to the melody, like cute butterflies flying among the flowers. The fear and nervousness just now disappeared all of a sudden, and the cheerful and light dance accompanied by beautiful music spread our happiness to every corner of the campus.

When the performance was over, I breathed a long sigh of relief and continued to watch the performances of other grades. The performance of the sixth-grade students was about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, with white hada and sky-blue school uniforms, like an eagle spreading its wings on the grassland.

The fighting exercises of the fifth graders were powerful and neat, like an army in drill. The cutest show was the first-grade students, who recited the disciple rules loudly in loud, childish voices.

The performance ended soon, but our laughter still echoed in my ears and echoed in our campus. 2. Diary of Boxing Exercise for Primary School Students

There is such a river called Qinhuai River.

Buckle her shallow footprints, stay by her side, and use the simplest exercises to find the simplest happiness.

Every step is a piece of history; every footprint is a piece of the past. Some are displayed in front of the world in a high profile, while others are quietly hidden behind the prosperity.

As I walked slowly along the river, I heard bursts of beautiful singing, and the perfect softness of the pipa and erhu seemed to tell some unknown stories.

If life were just like the first time we met. This sentence alone expresses the desolation of the world. No matter whether they are aloof and arrogant like Kou Baimen, bold like Liu Rushi, or light and airy like Dong Xiaowan, their lives are all for one man after all. In such a turbulent society, perhaps this is all they can do. For them, love may have been a luxury, and all they want is a life-saving straw. Along the Qinhuai River, it is because of them that I am no longer so lonely. 3. How to write about stage in composition

Stage of life

Life is like a stage, you are the protagonist and others are supporting roles. When in other people's lives, you are a supporting role and also their audience. Life is a play with no ending. The ending is not until the end of life. The splendid stage, the feasting and the feasting, is our own stage, let us direct and act in a performance of our own lives! As the saying goes, as big as the heart is, the stage is as big as life.

The stage of autumn

Where is the stage of autumn? Is it a creek or a forest? Wrong, the stage of the creek belongs to the fish. They were swimming freely in the stream. The stage in the woods belongs to the birds, which fly freely among the woods. Where is the stage for autumn? Let me answer you. Her stage is the entire field and the entire blue sky. A leaf flutters with it, and a bird accompanies him. How happy she is! All day long.

There are many more here

Contributions welcome. 4. How to write an essay about the devil coach

Our devil instructor

On the first day of military training, I met our instructor. He has dark skin, a strong body, sharp eyes, and walks with his head held high. I secretly admired him.

"Okay, stand at attention! Spread your feet 60 degrees, keep your hands close to your sides naturally, and clamp your fingers tightly. That's it, don't move!" the instructor shouted in his loud voice.

Time passed minute by minute, like stagnant water. There was a classmate in the queue who finally couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to scratch his itchy back. Just as he was about to do it, the instructor glanced at him and stretched his face more than three feet. The student's face suddenly turned pale, and his outstretched hand seemed to have been stung by a bee. He hurriedly He shrank back and saw that his face was red, like a cooked shrimp.

The instructor stared at him "hard" and said: "If anyone moves again, his rest time will be cancelled!" His roar caused a vibration in our hearts no less than a magnitude 7 earthquake. It even scares away the clouds that block the sun in the sky.

The sun peeked out, mercilessly distributing heat to the ground, and the dazzling light made us unable to open our eyes. There was no wind around. After a while, we were all sweating profusely and felt like there were countless little bugs crawling on our bodies. The sweat from the sunscreen flowed into my eyes from time to time, and small flying insects landed on me one after another to take a nap. My waist is sore and my legs are sore. The feeling is like thousands of small steel needles piercing into the bones, deeper and deeper.

Being a soldier is so hard! We have to carry out such boring training every day; the weather is so hot, even the shoes smell of burning; I am so thirsty, I wish I could drink some water; military training is not fun at all... I stood there thinking wildly. The excitement and curiosity were swept away. With a wandering glance, I suddenly found that the instructors were basking in the sun just like us. The difference with us was that they were like majestic statues.

Persistence, patience, persistence, patience... After a long period of persistence and patience, I finally got through the first morning victoriously.

Although I was very tired, I still felt happy because I didn’t fall down. Lei Feng once said: Difficulties are like springs, they become stronger when you are weak. I want to be tough and be strong in the face of difficulties. Difficulties, come on, I'm waiting for you!