1, the sky belongs only to fire and smoke, and outside the trench belongs only to fear and death. He clung to the gun shaft as if grasping at straws. The gunfire continued, and many people jumped out of his side. With a burst of fierce gunfire and screams, they shed blood on the battlefield.
He wiped his forehead, for fear of a cold sweat, his hands were shaking all the time. He tried to light a cigarette to stabilize his mood, but the hand holding the lighter couldn't touch the cigarette end. Extreme fear gripped him, as if to drain all the vitality from his body! Just as he sat down against the wall in despair, another wave of charge began. Smoke accompanied by the smell of blood, * * * on his nose. He couldn't bear it any longer, stood up, pressed the bullet, opened the bolt with a click, and cursed his cowardice.
He clumsily climbed out of the trench, staggered to his feet, raised his gun and staggered a few steps. "bang!" Just a dozen meters away, the enemy appeared! The comrades around him have raised their guns. He was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he began to shoot at the enemy crazily. However, not long after, a shuttle bullet flew in and pierced his forehead. He fell on the blood-stained land, his fingers clenched into fists, as if to seize the lost life ... his arms gradually hung down and his fingers gradually relaxed. He and his comrades died in the battle. Finally can rest in peace.
Xiaoli pursed her mouth, hunched over, crept up and approached it step by step. Approaching, approaching, I saw her quietly reaching out her right hand to the butterfly, and her open fingers closed and caught the butterfly's wings. Xiaoli jumped and jumped with joy.
He bent down, the basketball kept flapping back and forth and left and right under his hand, and his eyes turned around, looking for a chance to "break through". Suddenly, he quickened his pace, then turned left and right, rushed through two layers of defense lines and came to the basket. After a tiger jump, he turned to shoot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially.
6. He put the melon seeds in his mouth while cooking and bit them into a grid. However, when he bit them, he couldn't do it correctly. He soaked all the shells of melon seeds with saliva, and when he peeled them in his hand, he slipped around, unable to start, and finally fell to the ground, nowhere to be found. He swallowed a mouthful of empty saliva and chose another bite to bite. This time, he was very careful when peeling. He displayed the bitten melon seeds on the dining table in the cabin, lowered his head and peeled them carefully, as if he were repairing the clock. After about a minute or two, I finally peeled off some melon seeds and stuffed them into my mouth to eat.
Writer's composition 150 words. 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.
Ask for a character description composition 150 words 4, "Rinrin", off work.
My brother immediately turned off the machine tool and strode into the water next to his head. In an instant, those "black hands" covered with oil turned white.
He came to the carport in three steps and made two steps, and started the "flying pigeon". As soon as his left foot stepped on the pedal of his bicycle, his right thigh crossed the cushion. Before he could sit still, he screamed, kicked off the car, and the flying pigeon rushed out of the factory door and roared off.
Write a composition of people I admire 150 words. I admire a person _ Mom. There are many people I admire, such as scientists and doctors, but in life, the person I admire most is my mother.
She has black hair and keen eyes.
She is gentle and helpful.
Last night, my mother, my sister and I went to Pizza Hut for dinner.
Because we went a little late, we managed to find a window seat.
When we finished ordering and waited for dinner, a waiter said to her mother, "There are several children who are going to have birthdays. You need to combine the tables." Can you move to another table? " My sister and I disagreed and said to ourselves, "Why didn't the waiter find anyone but us?" But mom agreed, so we had to move to another uncomfortable place.
My sister and I are both puzzled.
"Why not give such a good position to others?" I asked my mother.
"Being a person should be helpful. When others need your help, help them as much as possible, "mom said." "Besides, what would you think if you were from this party and needed someone else to make way?" Mother said to my good sister.
Fast food will be served soon, and I feel no different from sitting by the window.
I saw those children having a good time, and I seemed happy for them, too.
This is my mother, a good mother who helps others.
I have two articles written by people (there are seven verbs, 150 words), all of which are many words. Take your time and read it yourself. I wonder if they are to your taste.
I can't go to school ... (Look at the picture) Xiaoming is in grade one, and Meng Tong went with him.
His small eyes also wear glasses.
Hey! He became a "cat's eye" at a young age.
What a pity! But who is responsible? It's clear in Wan Li and Wan Li today. Xiao Ming, who finished his homework, looked out of the window in a daze.
"ah! I see! " Xiaoming picked up the football and ran out.
Mother was cooking when she heard Xiao Ming's movement and asked, "Why? Xiao Ming? " Xiao Ming was startled and quickly replied, "Let's play football in the playground!" ""oh! " Mother replied reflexively, "What!" Mom reacted, only to see Xiao Ming walk away like a horse with the reins off. Mom didn't give up, just like an arrow that left the string, she flew over and caught Xiao Ming back and said, "You can't play football at school.
"Xiao Ming went back to the bedroom, caught a glimpse of Journey to the West on the bed, and was overjoyed.
He hid the book in his clothes, holding his stomach with one hand and his waist with the other, ready to "commit a crime" in the bathroom.
At this moment, my mother is watching TV in the living room. Seeing Xiao Ming clutching his stomach to go to the toilet, she immediately asked, "What's the matter with you?" "I ... I ... have a stomachache!" Xiao Ming faltered and ran to the toilet at once. His mother is like the eyes of a living Buddha-she can read people's minds. Xiao Ming was about to lock the door when she broke in.
I dug out the "stolen goods" from my clothes, confiscated them and said, "You can't read extracurricular books at school!" Xiao Ming left his pie mouth and returned to the dormitory in despair.
Xiaoming has finished all the exercises and is exhausted.
At this time, he wants to play the piano to adjust his body and mind.
Therefore, Xiao Ming is much more careful. He closed the bedroom door, sneaked into his parents' bedroom to play the piano, turned the volume down to the minimum, and then began to compose music and play the Voice of Nature.
"Click", the door opened, and Xiao Ming immediately turned off the power and sat on the desk pretending to do the problem, as if nothing had happened.
However, the Tao is one foot high and the devil is ten feet high. After all, my mother found out the truth. It turned out that Xiao Ming forgot to unplug the power, and her mother left a message: "You can't play the piano at school!" " Xiao Ming couldn't bear it, and his heart was full of anger.
At noon, my mother invited Xiao Ming to dinner.
Xiao Ming was furious at this time, like an angry little lion, shouting at his mother, "You can't eat at school!" " "Go back to the bedroom and lock it.
Mom "repeated orders and five applications", Xiao Ming didn't come out after all.
Mother had to say, "Say what you want to say. I won't be angry.
Xiao Ming just came out and sat on the sofa and said to his mother, "Mom, it's not that you can't do anything at school, but that you can't go too far and affect your study."
You should let me have free time, let me play when I play and learn when I study, so that I can develop in an all-round way! "At this time, my mother's eyes were full of apologies, as if she had thought thoughtfully and understood something ... Yes! In life, let children enjoy learning and learn knowledge from play.
Let children study happily and grow up healthily.
A lively composition 150 Hello everyone, my name is Huang Chuqi, I am nine years old and I study in Hongxing Primary School.
I have a chubby head, handsome hair, and bright eyes under my faint eyebrows. My little hands are the most lovable because I can write beautiful words.
I am a lively and helpful little boy.
Whenever a classmate fights, I will be the first to rush to help, regardless of the willy-nilly, so I have more and more friends.
Maybe that's why you don't ask for help, and the more you help, the more you help! Therefore, I have never been criticized by my teacher or scolded by my mother! Although I am very lively, my biggest hobby is reading and drawing! Speaking of reading, there is a little story! I remember once, my mother took me to the library to read.
I can't put it down to a story book, and I'm totally addicted to the story in it.
I don't know how long it took, but my mother said it was time to go home. I implored my mother to buy this book.
Go home and continue reading, so I became a "little book fan" in everyone's mouth!
Dad who loves smoking is about 150 words. Every day my father smokes, which makes his family catch a cold and the flowers wither. It's no use raising them. I am sad.
I persuade my father every day and say, "Dad, stop smoking!" " "Dad always refuses to listen to me.
Then my mother was smoked by cigarette tar. My mother advised my father to say, "You must give up smoking in the future. If you smoke again, I'll throw it away! " " ...
A Brief Comment on Characters 150-word essay, please note that it is a short essay ~ ~ Anyone who has read A Dream of Red Mansions knows that Jia Baoyu is actually somewhat mythical. The author wrote that Jia Baoyu was a stubborn stone left by the goddess in his previous life. Later, this stubborn stone was reincarnated into the world, so there was a story that Jia Baoyu picked jade and was born. This can tell people that this Jia Baoyu is born.
Otherwise, this Jia Baoyu will pin all his enthusiasm and ideals on those insulted girls.
He sympathized with them. He thinks that "the good spirits between heaven and earth only love women, and men are just scum and candles", which makes people feel very strange. But we should not underestimate this sentence, which embodies Jia Baoyu's bold challenge to the feudal society where men are superior to women.
After reading the full text, we know that Jia Baoyu hates stereotyped writing. He doesn't want to associate with those people and feels bored. And he doesn't want to read those so-called serious books, but likes to read books like The West Chamber!
This is a rainy dynasty, this is a affectionate dynasty.
The rain in the Song Dynasty, which lasted for more than 300 years, was intermittent, torrential and drizzling. The rumbling thunder of Chen Qiao mutiny rushed all the way to Bianjing and the Central Plains, all the way to Yuanyuan and Shuobei, all the way to Lin 'an and Jiangnan, and all the way to the desert of Saibei and the misty water town of Jiangnan.
The rain in the Song Dynasty floated to the south of the Yangtze River, which was smart and poetic.
Looking down at the lake, the dark clouds turn over the ink, and the pearl-like white rain eagerly strung up the original boat; On the Phoenix Mountain, lightning catches snakes, and the wind and rain are oblique.
On Taihu Lake, Taoist Baishi caressed the threshold and looked at it. Yan Yan follows the clouds, and the number of green hills is "Yellow Rain in Shang Lue"; By the west lake, Ouyang Xiu gently shook the curtain, the song had gone, two swallows returned, and it was raining; In Luoyang city, Chen lies looking at the Milky Way, the thin clouds are still there, the residual thunder is not flat, and the magpie clothes are still wet.
In the sound of classification, the mountains and plains are green, the spring rain is like smoke, and farmers "only plant sericulture and plant it in the fields"; In the frog sound in the pond, the plum rain is falling, the chess pieces are beating leisurely, waiting ... in the sudden wind and rain, leaving a "river of no return; By the west lake, I mean to go. "
On the frontier fortress, the waves washed away, and Ouyang Xiu gently rolled the curtain. In the middle of the night, the sword in the box rang at night, which was a vast frost and turned into a parting tear of "the heart sounds always bleak". He was speechless and choked. More importantly, Xin Qiji is "exhausted, and the boat is snowing all night, and the clouds are empty."
In the rain of Song Dynasty, Chen lay looking at the Milky Way and lost his arms for the border. That's Yan's Xiaoxiang Map, a pedestrian's tears and a beautiful ethereal picture. What Wen Tianxiang is facing is "the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and a world wrapped in silver."
Looking at the lake downstairs, "Su Yu began to dry up and sometimes poured down! In the rain of the Song Dynasty and the Central Plains, the white stone Taoist looked at the threshold, and the drizzle soaked the hero's skirt. That is Su Shi's "second running script" of "iron wrapped cotton". It's desolate and cold here, which lasted for more than 300 years. Spring rain is like smoke, heavy snow rolls up, sometimes it rains, and the sand head is empty. Yu Wang calls it midnight.
Retire in the autumn shade in the north of the mountain; The frog in the pond and the snake in the south of the Yangtze River are the hearts of brave people in the flute on Guanshan Mountain. The Mi Jiashan water in Chang 'an, which looks northwest from the fishing drum platform, is desolate and tragic, and the situation changes, dripping into the desert of Saibei.
Rain in the Song Dynasty, "Hu still exists, looming", and a small cloud with rain. By the lotus pond in Liu Ban, there are tears and resentment of national subjugation.
The rain in the song dynasty, drops into tears.
Rain in the Song Dynasty! In the distant ocean, when Shuangyan returned, Lin Jiaotou, who was driven to Liangshan, saw the red clouds, snow and frost all over the ground, and the clever and poetic "Shu Su Tie" and "Tiaoxi Poetry" were all stormy.
The rain in the Song Dynasty drifted all the way to Bianjing.
The number is Ian.
The rain in the Song Dynasty destroyed the country and the species, and the family was ruined. The Yellow Rain in Shang Lue reached the ancient temple in the arms of beautiful women.
On Taihu Lake, rivers converge.
The rain in the Song Dynasty, condensed into ink, is all the leisure worries of acacia, and it is also a dangerous situation of "setting off the scenery, the lonely city is full of blood and spilling wind waves and pavilions with resentment, and the long smoke falls, and the rain rests". His life experience is ups and downs, and the poem "Song Fengge Poetry Post" is generous, leaving "the descendants of the wind will enter the river clouds and be concerned about Hu"
Lu You, lying in a lonely village outside Hengmen, Huang Meiyu, when the north wind rises gradually, the sideburns fall first, and he falls to the ground to immerse himself in Lin' an, which is Mi Fei's "wind horse, empty account; On the Phoenix Mountain, it is hard to hide your inner sadness. In the face of the "window of falling flowers", Yan Yan went with the clouds, only letting the red scarf and green sleeves gently wipe away the hero's tears, leaving the window outside, no one will, empty and sad.
Three or six changes in the chilling sound of showers, sometimes dripping and sometimes swallowing mountains and rivers.
Zhou Bangyan is holding hands with tears on the Mount Tiantai, where the wizard of oz is hard to find, waiting for a person who "has an appointment and won't come in the middle of the night". He gets wet with sweet sleeves, but the clouds still don't move. It's still "the green hills are lingering, the plum rains are falling, the pavilion is farewell, and the chess pieces are knocking around."
"Pinglan, yue fei was furious.
He Fanghui's platform flower pavilion, with the sound of the bagpipes, also collapsed the last remnant rafter on the attic pavilion of Lin 'an Diaolianghuadong, turning it into the loneliness and sadness of "the phoenix tree is more raining" at dusk, caressing the sword and thinking about the autumn wind outside the customs, and the remnant thunder is not flat. It is already an infinite feeling of "chun yin hanging wild, a romantic figure through the ages", but it is actually difficult to settle down.
The rain in the Song Dynasty, "Yichuan tobacco, all mountains are green; Thoughts on frontier fortress.
Snowflakes flying all over the sky under the mountain shade are stirring. White-haired Fan Zhongyan led a group of homesick conscripts to be stationed all the year round. On the lotus leaf, in the mountains of Zhou Bangyan, the sadness of "green, fat, red and thin" sounded, and the pearl-like white rain rushed into the original boat, full of enthusiasm and wind, and sometimes continuous.
There was a rainy dynasty in front of the mountain temple. It felt like rain stuck to the ground, fascinated the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River and dispersed all the songs.
In the voice of sub-rules; In "Luoyang City", it is Qin Shaoyou's homesick tears of "worrying about Hong Fei's words and deeds". This is an affectionate dynasty, which comes from the rumbling thunder of Chen Qiao mutiny.
Borrowing things to describe people 150 words limit "chalk" it, unknown, others have never paid attention to it, never protected it, and it has never complained, selflessly letting people use it until the end of their lives.
It, leaving only some white ashes.
It's-chalk.
It is always ignored.
At school, in the classroom, it fell to the ground and no one picked it up and put it back on the table.
I stepped on it.
Its body is like a piece of sand, shattered, and a gust of wind blows and sends it far away ... in fact, there are some people who are similar to chalk.
They are teachers.
Teacher, what a common name! However, teacher, what a sacred name! Teacher, she paved the way for our future. She is selfless and hardworking.
She broke her heart for her children and taught us the truth of being a man every day.
Every night, the children are already in a sweet dream, and what about the teacher? I squatted on the desk and corrected my homework by the light of the desk lamp! Teacher, she was afraid that we couldn't understand what she said, so she said it over and over again until her voice became hoarse.
Which student's grades have improved, and who is the happiest? It's her, the smiling one, teacher.
Look! On the teacher's forehead, several wrinkles are deeply imprinted on the teacher's head and in my heart ... chalk, isn't that the spirit of selfless dedication the teacher's spirit? It never complains, she never regrets, because, for others, she has given herself!
Describe the action of the character 1. The sky belongs only to fire and smoke, and the outside of the trench belongs only to fear and death.
He clung to the gun shaft as if grasping at straws.
The gunfire continued, and many people jumped out of his side. With a burst of fierce gunfire and screams, they shed blood on the battlefield.
He wiped his forehead, for fear of a cold sweat, his hands were shaking all the time.
He tried to light a cigarette to stabilize his mood, but the hand holding the lighter couldn't touch the cigarette end. Extreme fear gripped him, as if to drain all the vitality from his body! Just as he sat down against the wall in despair, another wave of charge began.
Smoke accompanied by the smell of blood, * * * on his nose.
He couldn't bear it any longer, stood up, pressed the bullet, opened the bolt with a click, and cursed his cowardice.
He clumsily climbed out of the trench, staggered to his feet, raised his gun and staggered a few steps.
"bang!" Just a dozen meters away, the enemy appeared! The comrades around him have raised their guns. He was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he began to shoot at the enemy crazily.
However, not long after, a shuttle bullet flew in and pierced his forehead.
He fell on the blood-stained land, his fingers clenched into fists, as if to seize the lost life ... his arms gradually hung down and his fingers gradually relaxed.
He and his comrades died in the battle.
Finally can rest in peace.
Xiaoli pursed her mouth, hunched over, crept up and approached it step by step.
Approaching, approaching, I saw her quietly reaching out her right hand to the butterfly, and her open fingers closed and caught the butterfly's wings.
Xiaoli jumped and jumped with joy.
He bent down, the basketball kept flapping back and forth and left and right under his hand, and his eyes turned around, looking for a chance to "break through".
Suddenly, he quickened his pace, then turned left and right, rushed through two layers of defense lines and came to the basket. After a tiger jump, he turned to shoot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially.
6. He put the melon seeds in his mouth while cooking and bit them into a grid. However, when he bit them, he couldn't do it correctly. He soaked all the shells of melon seeds with saliva, and when he peeled them in his hand, he slipped around, unable to start, and finally fell to the ground, nowhere to be found.
He swallowed a mouthful of empty saliva and chose another bite to bite.
This time, he was very careful when peeling. He displayed the bitten melon seeds on the dining table in the cabin, lowered his head and peeled them carefully, as if he were repairing the clock.
After about a minute or two, I finally peeled some melon seeds and stuffed them into my mouth to eat.
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Please indicate the source for reprinting. The composition describing the movements of the characters is 150 words.