The situation of poetry reading in our class is 150 words.

The sixth unit of our Chinese textbook is a comprehensive learning unit with the theme of "knocking on the door of poetry" At the beginning of this unit, the teacher set the goal and task: collect and sort out his favorite poems and choose one from the study group to give to the whole class.

Everyone is busy preparing and looking forward to it excitedly. On Friday afternoon, our class finally ushered in this "poetry recitation", and the students' mood was not much higher!

To be fair, the teacher asked the leaders of eight study groups to go to the podium and draw lots to decide the order of each group's appearance. Our team members said to the team leader Chloe Wang, "Never draw'1'! Better draw' 8'! Otherwise, see how we' clean up' you! " Chloe Wang walked up slowly, grabbed it and walked down at once. All our team members witnessed this "historic" moment-"signing the contract"-"8". The whole group was jubilant at once, and at the same time, they did not forget to show off to other groups.

Before reading aloud, the teacher positioned each of us as a civilized listener and an excellent judge. Look! The first appearance is Xu Wenzhuang's group. There was a sudden silence off the field, and even the gasps of the players could be heard clearly.

It seems that the first-team team didn't go well and only got 6 points. After that, six teams also finished the game one after another, so it was our turn. On the platform, a strong sense of tension made my feet tremble. Probably everyone is very nervous, so the process of reciting is not very smooth. After the recitation, we went back to our seats somewhat depressed. As a result, our group unexpectedly won the third place with 8.4 points. Unfortunately, it is only 0. 1 point less than the second place.

Praise the teacher's poetic composition 150 words.

[Praise the teacher 150-word poetic composition] Four spring breezes, several autumn rains to wash the gap, praise the teacher 150-word poetic composition.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.

Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.

Peach and Plum Garden is sown in spring, and Qiu Lai is full of fruits in China. In the fourth grade of primary school, I wrote the composition "Praise the teacher's poetic composition 150 words".

Grade 4, Jiangmen Agriculture and Forestry Primary School, Pengjiang District, Jiangmen City, Guangdong Province: Chang Yin

A composition of 150 words about the future vision is also acceptable in poetry.

The future night will be quiet and the sky will be dark. There is only one bright moon hanging high in the night sky. I look up at the sky and think about my hometown. I wonder what the future of my hometown will be like. I fell asleep unconsciously after thinking about it. Working in the United Nations, going back to my hometown by solar car. I was stunned by the scenery in front of me: the rugged road turned into an expressway, with colorful flowers on the isolation belt in the middle and green lawns on both sides of the road; Every street has a self-regulating sidewalk, and every sidewalk leads to the door of every household. In this way, if people want to go to the street, they can reach their destination quickly as soon as they step on it. Even more amazing is that everyone here has a super plane. As long as you carry it on your back and tell it where you want to go, it can take you to your destination accurately. Its biggest advantage is that it is driven by solar energy and does not need any fuel. It greatly reduces the pollution to the environment. The living environment in my hometown is even more beautiful. The ground here is made of a special kind of floor. This kind of floor can absorb a lot of rubbish, even a little bit of paper scraps will be absorbed by the floor. So, everywhere is spotless. Nanguang River is crystal clear, even when standing in the distance. You can see small fish and shrimp playing at the bottom of the river at a glance. Because every factory here has an advanced automatic sewage processor, as soon as the sewage is discharged and treated by the processor, it will immediately become pure water for people to drink directly. The air here is fresher. There are lush trees everywhere on both sides of the street and in the corner of the alley. Every other road is equipped with a high-purity oxygen generator, which can continuously deliver fresh oxygen. It's dad! Looking out of the window, a red sun is rising vigorously. Oh! It turns out that this is just a dream, a dream full of magical fantasies. After waking up, I was lost in thought: I really hope that my future hometown will be more vibrant than everything I saw in my dream. How nice it would be!

Essay 150 words with rhyme.

"Goose" is more than just imitating the sound of a goose.

Shows the subtle observation of the little poet. This is a poem about objects, simple and vivid.

"Xiang Tiange has no profound ideological connotation and philosophy.

Writing naturally.

The opening of Goose Chanting Goose is said to have been written by Luo at the age of seven, which makes people gradually see its "curved" shape and "proud" expression, and the distinctive image of the goose is highlighted in the fusion.

"A lovely dynamic image.

White hair floating green water.

The little poet used the word "goose" to tell the joyful cry of the goose from far and near.

This poem, which has been handed down through the ages, is true, showing the leap of that kind of thinking, and then writing colorful scenes of wild geese playing in the water, but using fresh and cheerful language.

The little author describes things (geese) by sketching, and the red palm clears the waves.

Praise the teacher/kloc-poems or articles within 0/50 words.

1, "Thank you, teacher" Modern: Shao Li, you are the morning star of the night.

You are the clear sky during the day.

You are a breeze under the scorching sun.

You are the eaves in the rain.

You are the sea; You are mountains and rivers.

You have shaped my soul.

You are a rocket carrying a satellite.

You are a compass at sea.

You, it is input, you, it is pay.

You are our most beloved teacher.

2, "Hymn" Modern: Wang Tian's red candle has a dull pain, and my heart wants more people to rest on pillows. This kind of pain is the most ecstasy. Snow teeth hate frost, flying lips are dizzy with rain. 3, "Silent Candle" Modern: Shao Li, you don't have a strong body, but you have propped up a rainless sky for us. You don't have the hand of an architect, but you have laid the most solid foundation for us. You have built magnificent buildings for us, but you have no artist's vision. Your profound knowledge makes us feel civilized and hopeful. Your lofty mind has taught us tolerance and forbearance. Your noble personality deeply affects our hearts. Thank you, teacher. We sincerely thank you. You are like a silent candle, burning yourself, but illuminating others. With your bright guidance, we will not lose our way in the dark, continue to dance in front of you, and float those principles of becoming candles into our hearts. Teacher, you are a candle. Modern: Dear teacher, Shang Hong, your selfless love sowed new hope, your full blood sowed the fire of wisdom, your selfless dedication enriched my soul, and your profound knowledge increased my wisdom.

Teacher, you are a ladder, unknown, climbing step by step with a stalwart body, holding our tender feet; Teacher, you are a candle, burning bright life, illuminating the way forward for us with immortal faith, and accompanying us to explore constantly.

Dear teacher, you gave your life loyalty like a silkworm, and you exuded the fragrance of early spring like a winter plum.

Today is also a festival, send me a sincere blessing, wishing you health and happiness forever! 5, "Life should be linked to dedication" Modern: Wang Jian wandered in the autumn wind and walked in the red candle in the rain at night. I think of you, your enthusiasm for illuminating others, and your burning of your own beauty. From the Tang poetry, I read the bitterness in your heart. From the preface of Red Candle, I realized that life should be linked with dedication. ...

The author's composition is 150 words.

My head teacher My head teacher's surname is Wu, and her name is Mingzhu.

She teaches us math, and everyone affectionately calls her "Miss Wu".

Teacher Wu has short hair and always has a smile on her mouth, which makes her look very kind.

My head teacher, Mr. Wu, works very hard.

In order to distinguish students' "grades" every time, Mr. Wu really spent a lot of time. As long as you do it right and fairly, Mr. Wu will always award us an "excellent" word.

Teacher Wu is always conscientious and hard-working to us.

I remember once, in math class, I didn't pay attention. The teacher asked me to do my homework, but I couldn't. I made all the mistakes. The teacher asked me to do it again, but the result was wrong. At that time, I regretted not paying attention to the class. At this time, Mr. Wu has been patiently tutoring me by my side until I understand.

I remember I had a terrible stomachache, and I was lying on the table, pale.

Teacher Wu quickly asked her classmates to help me to the school doctor's office.

Unfortunately, the school doctor on duty asked for leave, so I had to cover my stomach and go back to the classroom.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu quickly took me to the office and poured me a glass of water, but I immediately spit it out.

I have no choice but to call my mother to pick me up.

While waiting for my mother, Miss Wu patted my back and wiped my sweat. I waited for a long time, but I didn't see my mother. Teacher Wu said, "Forget it, there is still some time before class begins. Let me take you home! " After that, he helped me home.

On the way, I cried. I secretly made up my mind that in the future, I also want to be a teacher, like Mr. Wu, not only teaching students knowledge, but also caring for them with my love.

Football fans that night, the night was dark and windy, the moon was high in the sky, and the eyes were like stars, sparsely located in the deep blue sky.

That night, it was surprisingly quiet, but my home was very lively, because the fans' father was watching the ball at home and driving the "football part".

Father has a flat head and a dark face, but you can see that his teeth are white.

Although he smirked "gnome male-"all day, he really knows football and is obsessed with it.

"Go in! Alas-"Look, my dad is watching the ball again.

Just now, his face suddenly slipped from excitement and tension to expressionless and complaining-why didn't the ball score? After a while, he cheered again.

Why? Goal! He immediately blushed and was ecstatic, just like a bird, as if to fly high.

According to my mother, it seems that my father didn't go to bed until three o'clock. Before going to bed, he told her how to play well and how powerful his favorite player was.

Mom also said that she slept until midnight and was suddenly shouted by her father, "Good shot!" Wake up.

He even sings his beloved football when he sleeps! Not bad this time.

In the days of the "World Cup", in order not to be bored before watching the ball, he specially cooked a pot of beef and tomato soup.

The ball game started, and he sat in front of the TV to watch it on time.

An hour passed, and he suddenly smelled a burning smell.

Is the beef soup burnt? He thinks so. He was about to get up when he saw a player "kill" the ball into the penalty area. Dad no longer cares about his beef soup, and always looks at the players on TV with his eyes.

Wait until he finishes watching the game, then go to see his beef soup. Oh, is that still a dish? -the soup has been burned to the end, and there is a layer of crispy rice under the pot. There are only black beef and tomatoes in the pot.

There are many other stupid things he did for football: for example, he forgot to buy rice, added monosodium glutamate to sugar porridge, and forgot to clear the mahjong table before the leader came to see him ... there was nothing he could do.

Football, dad's medicine; Football is a good way to stop dad from hitting you; Football, an indispensable part of dad's life ... naughty cousin I have a cousin as smart as a monkey. He is only five years old this year. He is thin, but he is smart and naughty. He likes to climb high.

On this day, Z.TAO came downstairs to play basketball with me, and my brother clamored to go together. I have no choice but to take him downstairs. As soon as he saw the 2-5-meter-high horizontal bar, he climbed up, as smart as a monkey, and immediately reached the top of the basketball court. There are a lot of people, Z.TAO and I are playing, and my brother is picking up the ball under the basketball stand.

I called my brother out and said that there are more balls now. You are easily hit by the ball under the fence, and you will get hurt. Hurry home.

Who knows, my brother's face fell, he burst into tears and climbed up the protective net of the basketball court while crying. The net was 4 meters high, and he climbed to the top after three or two times.

Z.TAO and I are worried. What if we fall down? I called him down at once, but he cried even louder.

He also said: Why don't I play ball? You can all play.

Everyone's attention was gradually attracted by him, and everyone thought that he was afraid and could not get off the bus.

So a young man is going to save him. The young man managed to climb a little, but the two cousins turned over and reached the fence on the other side, making everyone next to him laugh.

Homesickness begins with a poem of 150 words.

The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate.

It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here.

My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely.

I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played with the sun shining in my palm, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared, and the feeling of being close to my hand was a beautiful illusion.

Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world.

Write a story with an ancient poem, 150 words.

Weeding at noon, sweat dripping down the soil. Who knows, every grain of rice tastes bad. In summer, a farmer came to the field early in the morning. He was wearing a broken straw hat and rags, barefoot, and weeding and loosening the soil in the crop field with a hoe. The sun rises, the red-hot sun scorches the earth, and the soil is dry and hard. Farmers are still trying to weed. Unconsciously. However, when he looked up, he saw a large field overgrown with weeds. He thought of his family's life for a year, and he must continue to work hard. Sweat as big as soybeans trickled down his cheeks and into the soil under the crops. Autumn came, and farmers finally got a bumper harvest and food through hard work. However, who would think of every grain in the bowl when eating? Especially those parasites who eat and drink for nothing, spoil the food as soon as they eat. Where would you think of this food, how many farmers sweat! ...

Write a composition of 150 words, describing the scenery, rhetoric and a poem of Yiwu.

Winter passed, and Miss Chun came to our world with colorful aura. When we found her, she was already decorating the earth.

You see, green grass, green leaves and colorful flowers gather together like a market, and swallows fly from the south in a hurry to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

In the garden, all kinds of colorful tricks came at the little butterfly. They danced their beautiful wings among the flowers and fell on people affectionately.

On the lakeshore, Miss Liu Yang also took out new buds, combed beautiful hair and humble grass on the ground in front of the beautiful lakeshore, quietly walked out of the embrace of Mother Earth and leaned out her little green head to see the beautiful scenery.

In this beautiful season, some people go for an outing, some people plant trees, and some people rush to work.

As the saying goes: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning.

"I hope this beautiful scenery will last forever and make the whole world full of vitality.

I like this beautiful scenery because it makes me feel happy.

Write about the Moon (150)

The moonlight is bleak, like running water, pouring quietly on the table, making my face pale.

I think of my parents, and I may still be working hard at this time; I think of my parents who get up early and work in the dark, so thin; I think of my parents' faces tanned by the sun, wrinkles carved on their foreheads by ruthless years, and chapped hands; Every time before leaving, I think of my parents' words of concern and my legs of expectation; Thinking of everyone who cares about her.

Now ... I am ashamed of their concern.

Outside the window, the moon has risen so high; In the window, it's the same.

Painful memories make me feel too tired.

I looked up and tried to stretch my brain.

Suddenly, a tall and straight image came into my eyes.

I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the poplar tree outside the window, the poplar tree that survived many snowstorms. It is taller and straighter than before.

I suddenly thought of Madame Curie, Edison and General Wellington ... A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts. I had a cold war, and my mind was much clearer: no, I must not shrink back, I want to take back the first place that once belonged to me.

Failure only represents yesterday, it can only mean the past, and everything in the past can only be wiped out. I want to start over, face failure with a new attitude and meet the next challenge.

Tears on my face turned into a magical force and poured into my whole body. I turned on the light and the dormitory was much warmer.

I looked at the test paper soaked with tears, dried my tears, held the pen, and began to sum up seriously, looking for the reasons for the failure ... I want this failure to be my motivation.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured thousands of miles. I don't know when the stars came out. I blinked my naughty eyes and showed a bright smile on my face.

Essay 150 words with rhyme.

"Goose" is more than just imitating the sound of a goose.

Shows the subtle observation of the little poet. This is a poem about objects, simple and vivid.

"Xiang Tiange has no profound ideological connotation and philosophy.

Writing naturally.

The opening of Goose Chanting Goose is said to have been written by Luo at the age of seven, which makes people gradually see its "curved" shape and "proud" expression, and the distinctive image of the goose is highlighted in the fusion.

"A lovely dynamic image.

White hair floating green water.

The little poet used the word "goose" to tell the joyful cry of the goose from far and near.

This poem, which has been handed down through the ages, is true, showing the leap of that kind of thinking, and then writing colorful scenes of wild geese playing in the water, but using fresh and cheerful language.

The little author describes things (geese) by sketching, and the red palm clears the waves. ...

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