1. A 500-word essay on memories on the blackboard

Memory on the blackboard Blackboard newspaper, it’s not easy to say I love you.

——Inscription: The colorful flags were fluttering in front of the flag-raising platform, and the July 1 blackboard newspaper competition entered the display and evaluation stage. The 12 blackboard newspapers from Class 1 of Junior High School to Class 4 of Grade 3 are lined up, with rich poems and prose, beautiful illustrations, and a hundred flowers blooming, which is so beautiful.

The party branch secretary personally announced the results of the competition. After he read the list of third and second prizes, he paused and the boiling playground fell silent. "One winner will be the first prize - Class 1 of the second year!" Wow - thunderous applause.

But I forgot to applaud - a week ago, I accepted the task of participating in the July 1 blackboard newspaper competition, and I was disappointed when I returned to the class. Several key players said that the competition standards were too high and that they did not have the energy or time to write such a blackboard report when they were reviewing for the final exam.

Can we combine the July 1 blackboard competition with the review exam? In my haste, I suggested: "Our class will hold a couplet and poetry competition on July 1! The exam happens to have this content." This was unanimously supported by the Chinese teacher and the whole class! Each person writes a song, and the teacher will personally grade it! Wow! Rich manuscript sources and first-class quality! However, I lacked a unique couplet, so I asked my Chinese teacher to write one, but the ball was kicked back. He said to me: "You can help me, you write and I will correct it!" I struggled for a long time, and on the blackboard I wrote 6 couplets and asked the teacher to "appoint them", but I was rejected again: "You said that others are not good, but my own writing is not much better. I have high vision and low power!" After repeatedly reading the poems and couplets of my classmates, I had an idea. Suddenly, I finally wrote this couplet: "Old poems, new poems, and modern poems express true feelings! Folk songs, folk songs, and waterside songs sing about our Party!" The teacher happily added a horizontal line of "July 1 Ode."

Later, under the planning of the layout designer, "July 1 Ode" became the masthead, and the couplets were written vertically on both sides of the blackboard newspaper, with 24 small poems, couplets or lyrics in the middle , integrated and full of fun. "Please come up and give your acceptance speech, the editor-in-chief of the blackboard newspaper of Class 1, Grade 2!" The classmates on the left and right pushed me hard, and then I came to my senses, walked quickly to the flag-raising platform, and said sincerely: "Blackboard newspaper, I love you!" A round of applause! The old things are still fresh in the memory, and the writing and writing are full of love and love on the blackboard.

I prayed anxiously, crossing myself in my heart. "Squeak, squeak, squeak," the student on duty wrote the name of another classmate. I looked up suddenly and calmed down again: "Fortunately, he is not a classmate of our group!" Memory 2: The teacher's blackboard writing Although I have already I'm in fifth grade, but the "creeping" sound of books is still echoing in my ears, unchanged.

The Chinese teacher is quite famous in the school, ever since she became our substitute teacher and head teacher. I once remembered: She started giving us lectures and writing on the blackboard on the first day, which shocked all the classmates.

Her handwriting was so good that I didn’t even want to blink. At this time, I suddenly realized: It turns out that the teacher is famous for his beautiful calligraphy.

We have no doubt about this, her writing on the blackboard told us! Once, the teacher was giving us a lesson and unknowingly deviated from the topic and talked about "Four Continents and Five Oceans." When we listened with interest, the teacher also spoke impassionedly and wrote "Four Continents and Five Oceans" on the blackboard. "zhou, five oceans."

When the students saw these six words, they hurriedly said: "Teacher, you wrote "the" continent wrongly!" The teacher saw it and said in a hurry: "Students, do you know what I am going to do in this class? I just want you to find the typo. "Hearing what the teacher said, the atmosphere of our class became active again - Memory 3: Different problem-solving methods. In the math class, the math teacher wrote a question on the blackboard: "Uncle Liu used 15.7 A meter-long fence surrounds a semicircular chicken farm.

What is the area of ??this chicken farm in square meters? "After some discussion among the students, we came to this conclusion: first calculate the perimeter, then calculate the radius, and finally calculate the area divided by two. I was anxious, I had another way to solve the problem, and I quickly raised it Hand: ""You can also calculate the radius by dividing the length of the semicircle fence by pi, then calculate the area, and finally divide by two.

This triggered a heated discussion among the students. Some said it was right, some said it was wrong, and there is no conclusion yet. There are many memories on the blackboard, some are sour, some are sweet, some are bitter, some are spicy, they are colorful and colorful.

===================================== Click this article for green marks on leaves There are many problems in the article, but considering Xiangxiang’s age, his courage to try to write for the high school entrance examination is worthy of recognition. As far as my personal feeling is concerned, Xiangxiang's writing thinking is actually relatively emotional, and he only puts his emotions into things that interest him.

Her fairy tales actually have a very affectionate side, but they don’t get particularly high ratings from me because the details are described too hastily. When it comes to the joy and hardship of writing, perhaps only she understands it.

Although I have always paid attention to Xiangxiang’s writing progress, I rarely discuss her articles at length, mainly because I found that Xiangxiang is mainly a practical person, while my view of composition attaches great importance to theory and talks about theory. Too much may be counterproductive. The above is a bit of gossip.

Regarding this article, I only want to say one thing: the naming of subtitles is very important. "Names on the blackboard", "Teacher's writing on the blackboard", "Different problem-solving methods", these questions only summarize the content of each section, but fail to add the finishing touch and reveal the profound meaning contained in the content.

In the first Chinese class, the teacher wrote the word "serious" on the blackboard. At first, we didn't understand it and thought we just wanted to learn it. 2. An essay about detailed description (about 500 words,

Unity is victory. I walked on the way home disappointedly. When I think back to what happened just now, I regret it. I regret my actions just now, because I I was just discussing tomorrow's singing competition with my classmates. Our formation is that the short ones are in the front and the tall ones are in the back. I am very tall, but I don't want to be in the back, I just want to be in the front. But the classmates are not interested in me. I didn’t agree with the idea, so I got angry and slammed the door and left. Now thinking about it, what I did was really inappropriate. I shouldn’t have done that to my classmates, but I have always been a stubborn person since I was a child and never bowed to others. I admitted my mistake, so I made a decision that I would not go to the classroom but go home. Suddenly, I found a dead cricket on the ground. I walked over curiously, and a little ant was walking towards me. I seemed to have seen this huge target, so I climbed forward, looked left and right, and decided to drag this cricket into the ant nest. Seeing this, I thought to myself: What a small ant who overestimates his capabilities! The ant pushed forward hard with his own body, but after pushing and pushing, the cricket still didn't move at all. I couldn't help laughing. At this time, all the little ant's friends came. I was shocked, how could there be so many The ants? The little ants pushed the cricket forward together. The ant was not far ahead. The little ants worked together and pushed the cricket into the ant nest. Seeing this, I couldn't help but admire the little ants. At this time, I thought of the Chinese women's volleyball team. They relied on the "unity is strength" spirit of the little ants to win many gold medals for China. At this time, I thought that "unity is strength", and it is with this kind of strength that our team will achieve better results. Now I no longer care about face, I turned around and ran towards the classroom.

3. A lot of 500-word essays about the school newspaper experience

Time flies, today we are no longer children playing house on the grass; today we are no longer reading aloud The primary school students with "bright moonlight in front of the bed"; today we have bid farewell to childhood and move towards youth. With the longing for the future, we came to the High School Affiliated to Renmin University and entered the life of the first grade of junior high school.

It has been one month since school started. I have a certain understanding of the new environment. I also have many feelings about life in the first year of junior high school.

When I entered the first year of junior high school, the first feeling was freshness. The campus is so clean, tidy and tree-lined. The teacher's lectures are so energetic and fascinating; the students get along so harmoniously and happily; the modern library, audio-visual education center, network center and laboratory make me forget to leave. All these are very different from elementary school, which makes me feel It is extremely fresh and interesting.

Now that I am in the first grade of junior high school, the second feeling is the longing and yearning for the future. At the opening ceremony, we tied our good wishes to the balloons with excitement and let them fly to Blue Sky. Everyone has different wishes. Some hope to be a musician and promote Chinese traditional music to the world; some hope to be a reporter and let all mankind be amazed by China's rapid development today; some hope to be a journalist. A writer, let people hear the weak voices in the corners of society...Ideals can only be realized through actions. In the three years of junior high school, we will lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards our goals step by step.

In the first grade of junior high school, I feel nervous again. In middle schools, especially excellent middle schools, the competition for study is very fierce, so there will be a certain amount of pressure. If you don't pay attention, your grades will fall behind the team, so you can't do anything. Relax and be in a state of learning all the time. We must adapt to this intense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in three years of study.

I am in the first grade of junior high school, and I am excited, expectant and nervous. But In any case, start from scratch, integrate into the new life, and let us face the first grade of junior high school with a high-spirited attitude. 4. A 500-word essay describing character details

He leaned against the screen window and looked out. The stars in the sky are so dense and busy that they make no sound at all, but it seems that they only feel that the sky is lively. A comb of the moon symbolizes a girl who has not yet grown up, but she is no longer shy when meeting people. The light and outline are fresh and dewy, and can gradually set off the night scene. The insects in the small garden grassland chatted trivially at night. I don't know where the frogs are working together, like the sound is boiling in the fire. A few fireflies swam gracefully back and forth,

not like flying, but like floating in the thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight could not reach, a little firefly flickered,

like A small green eye on a summer night.

"Good rain knows the season" happened quietly in this group of beauties. The enchanting peonies, moistened by the spring rain, become more and more beautiful and fragrant, and their beauty is overwhelming. The petals are rolled with dew beads

wrapped in its attractive color, dripping silently, and getting into the grass with the lingering fragrance. The little grass

also stood up proudly, with its needle-like little head popping out, like a newborn child, moistened by the spring rain

Revealing the lovely green, newborn Green thrives in the embrace of rain. The lively colors on the grass are like pearls or emeralds, inlaid on pure cotton silk. Birds fly low and sing gracefully in the treetops when the spring rain

falls. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is infinitely beautiful!

The moon rose from the edge of the woods, emitting a cold light that made the snow-covered fields extremely white.

It made people feel even colder. Thousands of stars are like luminous pearls scattered on the sky, shining with brilliant silver

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As night falls, the deep blue sky is dotted with countless small stars, blinking and blinking, as if

inviting people to travel in the vast space.

The moon is like a shy girl. Sometimes she hides in the clouds, and sometimes she lifts her veil to reveal her charming face.

The whole world is soaked in dreamy silver by the moonlight. grey.

1. The aunt rolled up her sleeves and rolled up her trousers to her thighs.

She moved slowly in the stream

She lifted her left foot slightly, took a small step forward, and then dragged her right foot forward slowly, as if wearing clothes

Shoes that weigh a thousand pounds. She twisted her hat straight, bowed her back, lowered her head, squinted her eyes, and made a gesture of holding something with her hands. At this time, she stopped, stopped looking around, stared at a place on the right

without turning her eyes, suddenly plunged her hand into the water, and held a small fish in her hand.

2. She picked up the chopsticks, reached towards a brightly colored dish, gently picked up a piece, held it under the chopsticks with her left hand, and followed the chopsticks carefully. . The veins in the hand that originally had sharp veins became more obvious as soon as I exerted force. She carefully put the dish into her mouth and tasted it carefully.

3. Grandma stretched her right foot and slipped it into the shoe. Her sinewy hand tightly grasped the door frame.

She gently lifted her left foot and squeezed it tightly. I carefully inserted my stretched feet into the opening of the shoe, then pushed it in again, and then stepped on it a few times to make my feet more comfortable, and I went out with satisfaction.

4. Closer, closer, the team leader finally came to him, like a Mount Tai in front of him, shouting: "Hurry up, hand in your homework, hurry up Homework!" He smiled "hehe", his expression was so funny, and so mysterious. Suddenly, he pricked his head like a slippery loach past the team leader's arm, soles of his feet

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He ran away as if he was oiled.

5. There is an old woman on the roadside of the crossroad. She is slightly stooped and has a fat body. She is struggling to hold an umbrella

and is walking hard on the empty road. The strong wind and heavy rain hit her face, and she bent forward with all her strength.

She grabbed the umbrella, took a step forward, took a half step back, and staggered forward.

Grandpa has a bronze face, a pair of copper bell-like eyes, and a

goat's beard floating on his pointed chin. He is tall and has broad shoulders. Even though he is over seventy years old, when he talks

his voice is as powerful as a bell; when he walks, he "kicks, kicks, kicks" , even the young man can't catch up.

A pink color that was redder and more delicate than a fat baby’s face appeared in the western sky. The area around the sun is the reddest, so charming. The red spreads in all directions, covering half of the sky, gradually getting lighter layer by layer until it turns gray-white. There is soft, transparent, clear, and humid air floating in the sky. Write like this. 5. Looking for an essay with 500 words of detailed description

"Characters" are the soul of the article, but the common characters in students' homework are often the same, neither individual nor vivid. The whole article The article seems dry and boring and lacks appeal. If you read these works carefully, you will find the same problem: they often just blindly pursue writing something completely, while neglecting to describe it in vivid, concrete and meticulous details.

The scope of detailed description is very wide, and its role is multi-faceted, but it is mainly used to depict the character and shape the character's image. Each vivid detail is like the cells in the human body. Without it, people lose their lives. Without details in the article, the characters lose their flesh and blood and spirit. Writer Li Zhun said: "A detail sometimes plays the same role as a plot or a scene in revealing the character's characteristics." As the saying goes, "the spirit is seen in the details."

The creations of literary masters attach great importance to the description of details. Lu Xun's "The True Story of Ah Q" contains a detailed description of Ah Q's drawing before his execution: "It was time to draw a circle, but the pen in his hand was shaking, so the man spread the paper on the ground, and Ah Q lay down and tried his best to draw a circle. He tried to draw a circle with all his strength. He was afraid of being laughed at, so he was determined to draw a circle, but this damn pen was not only very heavy, but also disobedient. Just when it shook, it almost closed, but then it curled outward and turned into melon seeds. "It looks like this." This detail of behavior concretely, vividly and vividly reflects Ah Q's character traits - he still adhered to the "spiritual victory method" of self-deception until his death.

When people read this detailed description, who can help but feel that Ah Q is ridiculous, sad, and pitiful? How could we not "sorrow for the misfortune and be angry for not fighting" and then think deeply about the bad nature of the people?

This is not only true for Chinese writers, but also for foreign writers. For example, Balzac's "Eugénie Grandet" wrote that before Grandet's death, when the priest brought the gilded cross to his lips and asked him to kiss the icon of Christ, "he made a terrifying He tried to hold the cross in his hand, but this last effort cost him his life." This small detail vividly painted the ugly image of this miser who was greedy and would not change until death. It is the detailed description that makes the characters flesh and blood, with distinct personalities and vivid images. The whole article is full of vitality and has a strong appeal.

Of course, not all details in life are valuable, nor does it only need to be written "detailed". Good detailed descriptions must be useful, true, and typical. It must serve to display the character's spiritual outlook and deepen the theme of the article. It must conform to the character's personality characteristics and the reality of real life, and should best highlight the character's personality characteristics. Where do the details come from? Literature comes from life, and details are in the colorful life. Be a thoughtful person in life and always pay attention to the people and things around you, especially the objects of your description. On the streets of Shaoxing, in the Xianheng Hotel, Lu Xun paid close attention to observing the short-shirted gangs and long-shirted customers, and then he "drawn the silent souls of the people." In a dark coffee room in Dublin, Joyce sternly looked at the wandering prostitutes, liars, mental patients, beggars and rich people, preparing "Ulysses" that shocked the world. Throughout the ages, great writers have always devoted their lives to capturing those people and things that make their souls tremble, and melted them into chapters that will be passed down through the ages. Capture details, use details, let this golden key work for you, and make your articles shine! 6. A 500-word essay using detailed description

The night was so quiet, and the soft moonlight spread all over the ground; the night was so deep, and the father’s snoring was like a moving moonlight song. Song, echoing in the night sky. Looking at my sleeping father's face, my thoughts drifted to that holy night sky...

When I was a child, I was always proud to have such a father, because he could tell many nice stories. , can pinch many beautiful little animals. Every day after school, I would ride on my father's shoulders, shaking my head like a victorious little general. The envious looks from my classmates made me develop a deep love for my father.

However, as time passed and age grew, this feeling gradually faded away, replaced by a vague sense of inferiority and sadness. This idea originated from filling out the file form when I was in middle school. When other students were writing in the "father" column boldly - factory director, manager, engineer, I could only timidly write "farming". When handing in the form, I held it tightly in my hand for fear that others would see and laugh at me. Ah, father, why aren't you the director, manager, engineer...

The weather turned colder, and my father said with concern: "It's cold, so wear more clothes." "Oh, I understand." I replied nonchalantly. I looked up suddenly, and my father's old face and concerned eyes came into my sight. My heart trembles slightly...

The night is still so deep and so quiet; the moon is still so round and so bright. The figure standing in the cold wind is something I can't forget for a long time...

I just remember that it was so cold that night, and the moist air seemed to be mixed with raindrops. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was freezing. Outside, it was dark, and a few old trees with all their leaves were shivering in the cold wind. Oh, that figure standing in the cold wind: like a green pine, like a green cypress... He tried his best to search among the crowd, letting the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trouser legs. It turns out that my father knew that I was afraid of the dark, so he came to pick me up like he did when he was a child...

Oh, the wind started to rise, the moon rose, and under the moonlight, I could clearly see my father’s face: Gao High cheekbones, deep-set eyes, dry wrinkled skin...

The moon rose higher, and against the moonlight, my father's old face became clearer.

Oh, love is deep in the heart... 7. A 500-word essay describing the details of past events

A past event can make people have endless aftertaste, and it can also make people moved.

One day after school, I went to the bus station to wait for the bus.

Suddenly, the originally sunny sky became cloudy, the wind blew violently, and soon it started to rain heavily.

My clothes quickly got wet. I quickly found a place to take shelter from the rain. I hung my schoolbag aside, took out a tissue to wipe the rain off my face, and looked in the direction of the car from time to time. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and more and more people are taking shelter from the rain, huddled together like ants. Suddenly, someone shouted: "Here comes 106." I quickly followed the flow of people and squeezed into the car.

The bus started to move, and the conductor was guiding people who had not swiped their cards on the bus to swipe their cards and walk backwards, but I did not touch the card. Where is my card? Where is my school bag? I looked out the window and saw my schoolbag hanging in the place where I had just taken shelter from the rain. "Oops, stop the car. Auntie, I want to get off." The conductor asked me with concern, "What's wrong, little classmate?" "My schoolbag was left at the station." The conductor informed the driver to stop. The door opened, I quickly got out of the car and ran away. When I ran to the station, there were still so many people. I got into the crowd and retrieved my schoolbag. 8. Detailed article, urgent

I can make cakes. Can you make cakes? Let me tell you, I made a fresh milk cake by myself, and I really like the cake I made.

Today is Saturday. My parents and I went to Wal-Mart to buy things. We were shopping in the mall when we suddenly heard the radio calling everyone to make cakes. After hearing this, my mother said to me: "Wenwen, You should make one too." We came to the food area on the first floor, and the staff sister had already put the cake embryos on the turntable.

My mother pulled me to the table and helped me put on my gloves. Oops, why were so many people gathered around me all of a sudden? I was so embarrassed that I really wanted to leave. I blamed my mother for embarrassing me. At this time, the eldest sister had already handed the cake knife into my hands and taught me how to make it.

First, she helped me spread a thick layer of fresh milk on the cake base. In order to spread it evenly, she had to add oil while turning the turntable, which was difficult. I either turned it too fast or applied it too hard. Finally, I slowly mastered some tricks: turn the turntable slowly and hold the knife steadily, so that the butter can be spread evenly and evenly.

Then, my eldest sister taught me how to decorate butter flowers. It was fun to decorate flowers. I squeezed hard and beautiful butter flowers appeared in front of my eyes. Then I spread jam and put fruits for decoration. . Look! A beautiful little fresh milk cake is completed. It was made by myself.

The eldest sister also praised me for doing well. At first, I was a little embarrassed and didn't want to do it, but now I'm so happy. I bought the cake I made and shared it with everyone. I thought: The cake I made by myself won't taste bad. ! I thought it was so delicious when I ate it.

OK? Hope it will be adopted. 9. I am looking for an article with 500 words of detailed description.

There are many detailed descriptions, such as the scene of Zhu Zhiqing’s back and his father climbing on the platform to buy oranges. There is no article that uses details throughout the article, only fragments.

I said, "Dad, let's go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. Just stay here and don't move around." I looked at the platform over there. There are several sellers waiting for customers outside the fence. When you get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump off and climb up again. My father is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a large black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe. He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not a disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears quickly flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears. Afraid that he would see it, and also afraid that others would see it. When I looked outside again, he had already hugged the scarlet orange and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When I got here, I quickly went to help him. He walked with me to the car and put a bunch of oranges on my fur coat. So I puffed away the dirt on my clothes, feeling very relaxed. After a while he said, "I'm leaving. I'll write you a letter over there!" I watched him go out. He walked a few steps, turned around, saw me, and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back blended in with the people coming and going, and he couldn't be found anymore, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. .

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