I am also in grade 5. Our composition test is about writing about people in Unit 7 (given a 200-word article about people, find out the problems in the article, and then let you revise it to be specific and detailed. In the essay, you also need to use 4 methods of writing about people. I just finished the test yesterday^_^!)

It is impossible to test content that has nothing to do with the textbook in the composition test. You still have to listen to the teacher's words. The teacher will definitely review for you before the exam, and the content she helps you review will easily be the content of your exam.

Regarding our writing exam, here is a sample essay I wrote (in The whole class read it aloud), the article is as follows:

A clever and cute deskmate——Ai Bo

Ai Bo is my classmate for four years. Her appearance is not outstanding, her round face is shining with clever round eyes, and despite her poor grades, she is full of clever ideas.

That was in the second grade. We were all at the age of junior bean bags, and we didn’t dare to make our own decisions easily. On a scorching summer day, there happened to be a physical education class. After the physical education class, I returned to class and sat on my seat sweating profusely. My throat was almost on fire. What's more, I forgot to bring a water bottle. Seeing my classmates drinking mineral water in large gulps, I swallowed hard, as if I was even more thirsty. At this time, Aibo walked back to the class with "penguin steps" and sat next to me. He slowly took out the water glass and sipped the water. While drinking, he looked at me in surprise: "It's such a hot day, how could you? Not thirsty? Drink some water!" she said while drinking. "Hmph! What are you drinking? I'm so angry. I didn't bring a water bottle today. You can't test my endurance in this way, my god!" "So that's it!" She said sympathetically. I sat down on the table in frustration, not wanting to watch any more water-related scenes, as if I felt like I was gradually being evaporated.

Aibo was doing well at this time. She was tossing around her schoolbag with a bang, and my already depressed heart was even more annoyed by her tossing. "I said Aibo, can you have some sympathy? I'm thirsty to death, so don't make any more trouble." "Eh? I clearly remembered to put it here?" She ignored my words at all and looked for herself. , "Haha, I found it, Wang Qian, you have water to drink! You have water to drink!" She shouted happily. I lazily raised my head and looked at her sideways, thinking: "You can let me drink water? I don't believe it. You must be trying to tease me." But looking at her focused look, I really didn't think so. Like a joke. I asked her hesitantly: "What are you thinking of again?" She didn't answer my question, but took out the scissors and carefully cut off the label on the mineral water bottle, and then took out a wet wipe and wiped it carefully. several times. I said to her even more frustrated: "I want to drink water, I don't want this stuff, please don't be angry with me!" "Wang Qian, I have completed the disinfection, you can drink it right away, but you have to cooperate I can do it!" Ai Bo said excitedly. I swallowed the little saliva I had, thinking to myself, looking at her posture, she was probably trying to tease me, but if she really could drink water, it didn't matter how she cooperated. I was willing to fight for it, "I, I am willing to cooperate." "As long as there is water to drink," "Come on, open your mouth." I saw her folding the trademark into a small diamond-shaped sink, pointing one end of the "sink" towards my mouth, and pouring her mineral water at the other end, but she poured it too hard at once, and I didn't have time. I drank, but I choked on the water several times and it spilled all over me. I was very embarrassed. It's like "I'm drowning if I can't drink the water!" "Hey! Can you be more skilled? I'm not dying of thirst but I'm about to choke to death," I said anxiously. Aibo said unhurriedly, "Techniques need to be trained little by little. We can cooperate with each other and it will be fine soon. Otherwise, if you make a gesture to stop, you won't be choked, okay." "I said: "Okay, don't mess around this time, I'm not your experiment!" She smiled and turned her clever little eyes, nodded and said: "Okay, I will definitely let you drink enough this time! Are you ready? "Ready!" I made an "OK" gesture. I opened my mouth again, and things progressed as Aibo expected. The water slowly flowed into my mouth. We cooperated seamlessly. When I made the "V" gesture, she stopped as promised, "It's so happy, so happy." It's so nice," I said happily. After catching our breath, we continued drinking until we had finished all the water in her bottle.

The water I drank that day was the sweetest water I have ever drank in my life. The water contained a strong sense of companionship. I will recall that lovely sink every summer after that. , my lovely deskmate Aibo, until today, we have been separated for two years, but her clever and cute appearance often appears in my mind. Her clever appearance and selfless friendship are like the cool water, refreshing and refreshing. Heart, accompany me through every hot summer. I will always remember you, my good deskmate - Aibo

Here are also several articles by my classmates (also model articles), the articles are as follows:

A person who loves to move Brainy person

There is a classmate in our class named Song Rui. Not only is she eloquent, but she also loves to use her brain. Because, whether it is plastic bottles, waste newspapers, wrapping paper or boxes, once it is in her hands, she can transform it into a beautiful little thing.

I remember one time, during lunch, I vaguely saw Song Rui borrowing a spoon from her classmates. I saw it and thought to myself: Song Rui, Song Rui, you are such a little fool!

I returned to the class for dinner, and Song Rui followed me. She walked up to me and asked sheepishly: "Gege, did you bring a spare spoon?" "No!" I said to her while eating. At this time, Song Rui seemed very frustrated, her face sank, and she returned to her seat listlessly. It seems that she didn't borrow the spoon! She had no choice but to sit down on the chair and think of a way. I saw her tapping her head gently with her right hand, thinking of a solution with a frown on her face, and muttering in a low voice: "Really, I forgot to bring the spoon again! What should I do? What should I do... What should I do? What to do... Hey, wait a minute, I understand!" After saying that, Song Rui almost jumped up with excitement. "Gege." She quickly ran up to me, patted my shoulder, bit her fingers in her mouth, looked at me with wide eyes, and said hesitantly: "I was wondering... if I wanted... could... ...Borrow me...borrow your tangerine peel...and make a small spoon?" After hearing this, I looked at her and then at the tangerine, and I was about to say okay. Unexpectedly, before she could even let me say anything, she already had the Australian tangerine in her hand. I saw her weighing the tangerine back and forth a few times, looking left and right, like a professional designer.

After a while, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly and she started to act. First, Song Rui used her nails to lightly draw the shape of a small spoon on the skin of the tangerine. She looked at it, shook her head thoughtfully, and then gently drew the shape of a spoon on the skin of the orange. I made a few strokes. Then he looked at it and nodded with satisfaction. Then, she stroked hard along the most perfect mark. This way, the scoop pattern is clearer. Finally, Song Rui dug out the spoon shape along the deepest and clearest mark, and folded the long spoon handle to make it stronger. Look, a pure natural spoon was born in her hands. She looked at it and smiled proudly. At the same time, she proudly showed it to the students around her. The classmates all raised their thumbs up and praised her for using her brain.

Although the tangerine that I was reluctant to eat lost its beautiful coat, the tangerine peel that I never used was turned into a treasure through Song Rui's transformation. Thinking about it carefully, that little Song Rui who loves to use her brain is really cute!

A person who loves to read books

Speaking of our classmate Wu Ke, he is really ordinary. I know him People all over the world use the words "not amazing in appearance" to describe him. But when it comes to reading, he is absolutely unambiguous. Therefore, I quite admire him.

I remember one time, Wu Ke and I went to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books. On the way, he hummed a song, with a trace of joy on his face, as if he was very happy. Wu Ke patted me gently with his right hand, and touched his head with his left hand. He put on a simple and honest look, and whispered to me in my ear: "I must buy more good books today." "Don't envy me! But I have to go home at four o'clock today, and the time is too short." I smiled and entered Xinhua Bookstore with him.

We shuttled back and forth in front of various bookshelves, selecting back and forth among various books. Judging from his posture, Wu Ke seemed to be familiar with the roads here. It wasn't until I fainted that Wu Ke saw a book he liked called "The Biography of Heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties".

When he saw this interesting book, he immediately became happy, squinted his little smiling eyes, and ran excitedly to the bookshelf, completely ignoring me and throwing me aside. When Wu Ke took the book in his hand, he jumped up with joy. The image was not to mention too funny. He also said to himself from time to time: "Great, I finally found the book I wanted. All the hard work has paid off!" I thought to myself: With a few books, it won't be like this! When I looked at him again, I couldn't believe what I saw. He was like a clay sculpture, standing there motionless, his eyes fixed on the book in his hand, with his unique smile hanging on his lips. Suddenly, Wu Ke's happy expression suddenly became so surprised again. He grinned widely and murmured to himself. Wu Ke first stared hard at the ground with his left foot, making a "pop, pop" sound. He exclaimed: "Ma Yiran, come and take a look, this story is really interesting...!"

I saw him looking at it for so long and reminded him that it was time to pay. Wu Ke I just came back to my senses from the book. While he was deep in thought, he reached into his pocket and dug around. He suddenly said to me anxiously: "Oh no! I didn't bring any money! What can I do? I won't be able to buy books!" As he spoke, tears already poured into his eyes. his eyes. "Can you lend me the money? I will pay you back tomorrow!"

Seeing how anxious he was, I quickly agreed to lend him the money. I saw Wu Ke winking at me with a small smile again. She winked, made a V-shape with two fingers, and said proudly to me: "Achieved the goal! Haha! Thank you!"

I quickly walked to the checkout counter. After paying the bill, he turned around and saw Wu Ke still standing there reading with great interest. He was completely absorbed in the wonderful story and completely ignored my existence. After standing there for a full ten minutes, he realized that I was standing next to him, waiting for him for a long time. Wu Ke quickly raised his head and smiled shyly at me, revealing his two dimples sweetly. Then, he moved a chair from the side, sat down immediately, and said to me naughtily: "You go first, I will watch here for a while, and I will go back soon."

Didn't he say Are you going home at four o'clock? I kept thinking about what he just said. I looked at my watch, a look of surprise already on my face. It was now five o'clock.

The happy Wu Ke is always immersed in the joy of reading no matter where he is. In the sky of books, you can always see his vigorous figure; in the ocean of books, he is always sailing away. I really admire him.

A person who loves watching football matches

My dad is a huge football fan. As long as he has time, Dad can't miss every game. No, Beijing Guoan vs. Liaoning team, of course "football fans" cannot miss this fierce game. Look, the game hasn't started yet. He is already sitting firmly on the sofa next to the TV, waiting for the game to start!

The game started. Dad stared at the TV and shouted: "Pass the ball! Ah, pass it again, hit it, oh... it stinks! I can score this ball even if I hit it." As Dad spoke, he raised his big, black hands high and slapped his thighs heavily. At this moment, with a "pop" sound, I was shocked when I was watching the game with my father. I thought to myself: As for what? What's the matter? Isn't it just that the goal didn't go in?

The game is going on, and one player is dribbling the ball in the midfield. He seems to have calmed down a lot, and is once again staring at the TV with concentration. I called him several times, but he didn't hear me. After a while, the ball was kicked by a Guoan player to the opponent's goal. Dad shouted excitedly: "Oh! I have a chance, shoot, good goal..." Dad jumped up from the sofa with his right hand excitedly. Make a fist and wave it vigorously in the air, not to mention the joy. Seeing my father like this makes me feel ridiculous. I thought: No way! The reaction is so strong, isn’t it because we scored a goal! Later, my father sat on the sofa with relief, slowly picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth, smoking leisurely.

The second half began, and soon after a long sigh of "Ouch", my father yelled "stinky ball!". Then Dad angrily turned off the TV. Gritting his teeth, he stomped to the kitchen and washed a cucumber, then returned to the sofa and ate it in big gulps, as if to relieve his anger. However, after a while, Dad couldn't bear it anymore and turned on the TV again. The atmosphere in the stadium now makes my father listless, but he still watches the TV intently, hoping for a "miracle".

When the game was over, my father said to himself: "It's actually a tie. According to our level, we should be able to beat them by several goals! We can never watch this broken ball again." I Looking at my father's disappointed look, I thought to myself: No matter how many times I said I wouldn't read it, it didn't count. I quietly came to his side, shook his shoulders and said: "Dad, cheer up! We tied with our opponents today, maybe we can beat them next time! If you don't watch, you can't watch." It’s a wonderful scene!” “Yeah! I’ll watch it again next time!” After hearing my words, Dad became bright again!

Hey! This super "football fan" really lives up to his name!

A timid person

Ma Yiran is a good friend of mine. He is 12 years old. He is as tall as me. He is very thin and very timid.

This semester, the meningitis virus has invaded our lives. For this reason, the school has to vaccinate the students against meningococcal meningitis.

The day of vaccination arrived. Since the morning, Ma Yiran had been sitting uneasily in her seat and was not having a solid time in class. I asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?" "You have to get vaccinated today. , I'm scared!" he said with a cry. After saying that, he immediately turned his head, lying on the back of the chair and frowning, showing a terrifying expression.

In this way, until the class was about to get the injection, suddenly, the voice of the health teacher sounded on the radio: "Please go to the second floor of the white building to get the vaccine." After listening to this sentence , Ma Yiran immediately turned her head and whispered to me: "It's going to be an injection. It must be very painful. What should I do?" "It's okay, it definitely won't hurt." Seeing his pleading eyes, I answered calmly. But he still doubted my words. At this time, Teacher Guo said: "Students who are getting injections should line up in front." Ma Yiran deliberately came to the last place in the queue, frowned and walked out slowly.

When he arrived at the second floor of the White Building, he saw many classmates coming out of the clinic, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked them: "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt," said one classmate. After he finished listening, he patted his chest, as if relieved, and his frown relaxed. But he was still a little worried, so he grabbed a classmate who had just come out and asked, "Does it hurt?" "It hurts!" the classmate curled his lips and said. Suddenly, Ma Yiran frowned again, pursed her lips high, and returned to her waiting position listlessly. At this time, the health teacher came out and said: "Students from Class 3 of fifth grade, please come in!" After hearing this, Ma Yiran was immediately trembling with fright, hugged the arm of Teacher Guo who was standing aside, and shook her He shook it off and said, "I don't want to get the injection, I'm afraid of the pain!" Teacher Guo smiled and said, "I can't bear even this little pain, so I'm still a man! Besides, the injection doesn't hurt at all, just like being bitten by a mosquito. It's like a little man. He can definitely walk in bravely." After hearing the teacher's words, he straightened up a little embarrassedly, but still walked in timidly.

The teacher asked us to rearrange the queue according to the numbers, and Ma Yiran was placed in the middle. The doctor's movements were very swift. Within a few minutes, all the classmates in front of Ma Yiran had finished their injections. He immediately said to the classmate behind him: "You go ahead and take the injection first!" But that classmate did not agree. "Please..." Ma Yiran immediately showed his previous expression and said in pleading language. Just then, the doctor called him, and he had no choice but to frown and slowly walk towards the doctor. When he almost reached the injection point, he stopped again and did not dare to go any further. At this time, the doctor's aunt seemed to see his timidity, and pulled him close, comforting him and saying, "My skills are great, it doesn't hurt at all." Seeing the doctor pull out the shining needle, he Close your eyes tightly, bite your lips, and turn your head to the left. Seeing him like this, we secretly laughed out loud. When the needle was inserted into his arm, he yelled "Ah!" Just as he was about to withdraw his arm, the doctor had already pulled out the needle. As if he had just experienced a nightmare, he breathed a long sigh of relief and walked out as if to escape. When he arrived at the door, he pretended to be brave and said to me: "I don't feel any pain at all.

""Yeah! "I answered with my mouth, but I thought in my heart: He is really timid!

This is the first time I have seen Ma Yiran so timid! Do you think it's funny?

A person who teaches well

My father has a very intelligent brain and big eyes that are always very bright. He is very knowledgeable and his greatest characteristic is educating people. . Although my father is not a serious educator, he has long been an experienced "educator" in my heart.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I was in physical education class. I hit people with small stones. Teacher Zhao said that I would ask my parents.

After school, I returned home uneasily. I opened the door, afraid of being scolded by my father. I saw my father lying on the table and writing an article seriously. Suddenly, my father suddenly said something. He looked back and saw me and whispered: "You are back. How are you at school today?" "I said the matter helplessly and promised to correct it in the future. Dad put down the pen gently, stood up slowly, and said somewhat unhappily: "Why do you keep making mistakes recently? ”

I whispered: “Didn’t I say that I would make corrections in the future?” "

"Can you really correct it? "Dad asked loudly. After saying that, he raised his big hand up. I thought he was going to hit me, and I wanted to run away. Dad pulled me over with one hand, and gently touched my head with his big hand. He said kindly: "I will let you remember this lesson forever, go and do your homework first!"

I returned to my room and secretly leaned on the crack of the door to look out, thinking: What tricks will he use to deal with it? Me? I saw my father open a box and find a transparent folder. He opened the folder, took out the tweezers, carefully picked up the stone, and slowly put it into the clip. Then I put a small card with a few words on it next to the stone.

I walked out slowly and asked curiously: "Why are you hanging the stone there?" ? Isn’t this a work of art that can be appreciated? "

Dad explained earnestly: "When you made mistakes in the past, you expressed your determination to correct them. But why do we still often violate discipline? It's because you fail to remember the lesson every time. After the incident, you quickly forget it. I hung the pebble here, and every time you look at the curriculum, you can see this pebble. You will think of the lesson learned this time, and if you keep reminding yourself, you will be able to change your shortcomings. "

For a long time in the future, whenever I looked at the curriculum before going to school, I would see the pebbles hanging there, and I couldn't help but read the children's rhyme compiled by my father: "Little pebbles. , pebbles, Bowen used them to chop people. Whether going to or from school, never forget the pebbles. "Whenever I think of this children's song, I think of the meaningful words my father said to me, and also think of my own determination. Gradually, I developed a good habit of consciously abiding by school disciplines.

When I made a mistake, my father did not treat me with severe rebuke and punishment, but helped me with inspiration and induction, so that I accepted his criticism of me and gradually corrected my shortcomings.

My father is such a good teacher.

A person who is good at organizing.

Ma Yiran is the discipline inspection committee member of my class. He is particularly conscientious and responsible. When the class preparation bell rings, he always appears in front of the podium solemnly to organize the class discipline.

I remember one time, the class preparation bell rang, but the students in the classroom were still chattering. There was a lot of fuss. Ma Yiran, a self-proclaimed handsome boy with small eyes, a high nose, a medium-sized mouth, and a long face, walked onto the podium with a smile. The reason is: he can talk. At such a scene, he immediately "frozen" his smile and said, "Some students are still immersed in the joy of recess, but now the preparation bell has been rung. Please wait quietly for the teacher to come. Don't be too excited, otherwise it will affect this class." Lesson efficiency. "What he said was very reasonable. Some students immediately sat upright, but some seemed to be numb and indifferent.

Ma Yiran's frozen smile was thrown away, and he immediately became serious. He held the podium with both hands, cleared his throat, and said: "Please be quiet, maybe Teacher Guo is lying in the small window at the back door of our class." Look! You don’t want to be criticized by Teacher Guo?” After hearing the sound of “shua”, the students immediately sat upright.

The classroom was so quiet that only everyone’s breathing could be heard. Ma Yiran’s smile was “sitting on Sun Wukong’s somersault cloud” again, and he rushed back from thousands of miles away. He said happily: “ How good is this? How can you listen carefully if you can’t calm down? Praise Xu Ge, she has been sitting very well from the time she rang the preparation bell, otherwise she would have studied well!”

But! At this time, a classmate couldn't sit still and sang the national anthem unscrupulously: "Get up, get up, get up..." Ma Yiran was a little angry. The free and undisciplined classmate broke the tranquility of the whole class and attracted many The eyes of my classmates were like a rat's excrement that ruined the pot of soup! Ma Yiran suppressed her anger and said to the classmate: "It's good that you took the initiative to sing the national anthem, but the time is not right. It would be nice if you could just do this when get out of class is over. Everyone wants to be praised now. You don't want to be a negative example, right?" A classmate said: "Ah, yes. I don't want to be a negative teaching material, so I won't sing."

But the good times didn't last long. After a while, the classmate started making small moves again and sat on the chair. It shakes back and makes an unpleasant noise. Ma Yiran couldn't suppress the anger in her heart. She pointed at the classmate and said, "Are you done yet? You not only affect yourself, but also your classmates. It's a typical example of harming others without benefiting oneself. Don't move around. I'm warning you, you If you don't do well, I will deduct points for your group. The door to deducting points will always be open for you, think about it yourself!" This sentence captured this student's "weakness" - a strong sense of collective honor. When the troublemaking classmate heard this, he immediately didn't even dare to express his anger.

When the teacher came to class with books under his arm, the class was surprisingly quiet. The teacher was also very happy and praised us. Our hearts are filled with sweetness. I wonder if Ma Yiran’s heart has already blossomed with joy?

In any case, it is true that Ma Yiran is good at organizing, and I really admire him from the bottom of my heart!