One thing in the summer vacation is cleaning and writing.

1. One thing in the summer vacation [One thing in the summer vacation-community clean writing]

At noon, if you pass by our garden, you will see a row of neat lawns, one of the things in the summer vacation-community cleaning and writing. The grass weaves a green carpet with its own bits and pieces of green. The grass looks up, the air is so fresh, and the grass exudes a faint fragrance in the hot air. In fact, this unique scenery is obtained by our primary school students through hard work. In the morning, Wang Bobo, director of property management, organized everyone to clean up the house, pull up weeds, pick up garbage and plant grass. We lined up neatly and hummed our way to the big lawn. Look, wow! The lawn is overgrown with weeds and the garbage is particularly conspicuous. The grass lost its previous courage and began to wither. Weeds occupy the grass's home, absorb nutrients and grow big, tall and thick. Some people don't want to do it, but weeds are more proud to see it. Even I am a little scared, but I am really worried about poor grass. They are unable to ask us for help, so we are determined to help the grass. Everyone squatted down, took a big bag and began to mow the grass. I thought it was fun at first, but the sun was like fire. I gradually found that every time I pulled out a handful of grass, I had to pay a certain price. My clothes were soaked with sweat, and my hair was washed, which made me breathless. At this time, Uncle Wang brought a pack of weeding tools, and everyone stood up in unison. In a few seconds, the bag is ready, and you fight for it. In a short time, the tools were taken away. People who have no tools have to pull them out by hand. Some weeds are fragile and can be pulled out with a gentle pull, but some weeds are like homes in the soil and cannot be pulled out. Later, several friends came to help, grabbing the straw with both hands and pulling hard. When they try hard, their faces become as red as big apples. With the shouts of "one, two, three", they only heard "Ah!" Everyone had a hard time pulling up the weeds. Someone cried and fell to the ground, and everyone around him couldn't help laughing. How exciting! It's hard for people without tools to pull weeds, but it's much easier for people with tools. The composition of the fifth grade of primary school "One thing in the summer vacation-community cleaning writing". First, dig up some soil with the sharp corner of the tool, then put your hand on the middle and lower part of the grass, and the shovel will touch the root. Finally, a hard pull will * * *. A brother used a tool to draw a draft, then wiped the sweat on his face with his hand, but wiped all the mud on his face, just like the big painted face in Beijing opera. After finishing the lawn, the community residents praised us, and Uncle Wang rewarded us with an ice cream. Looking at the grass spraying water, I seem to see the grass with water droplets, shining like pearls under the sunlight, dancing in the breeze with beautiful movements. On the green lawn, a group of children and adults play together and enjoy this wonderful time. What a beautiful community! Instructor: One thing in Liu Jiayuan's summer vacation-community cleaning to write an 800-word composition for primary school students (/)

2. Composition One thing in the summer vacation is about 500 words about sweeping the floor. Today is a Sunday in summer vacation. It's sunny. It's a fine day. I stay at home alone and have nothing to do. I want to do something for our community. I was trying to figure out what to do when I saw one.

An idea immediately jumped into my mind-sweeping the floor.

I picked up

The "battle" began, and I took a deep breath, as if I had a great responsibility. I found some rubbish, so I swept a pile like my mother.

"Hey? What is this? " I

Take a piece of garbage away, it turned out to be a big, sticky thing underneath.

I didn't sweep it, but it stuck to the ground. Once, twice, three times ... I still can't sweep.

A difficult one

When I hit it, it was hit, but it firmly grasped my broom. I shook the broom, but it refused to fall, as if it were fixed on it. I shook my hand hard and finally dumped the naughty boy.

I came to the bed and jumped on the bed with my little body. I concentrate on sweeping inside, and when I sweep, a piece of dust flies up. After cleaning the bottom of the bed, I feel like I just came back from picking lime, covered in ash.

I did a good deed today. I'm so happy! This let me know that things can be done as long as you make up your mind. This reminds me of "

"This famous saying.

One thing in the 400-word composition of summer vacation This summer vacation, my father and I went to the Caribbean Water World once a week as usual, but this time it was different.

On Saturday morning, I got up early to go to Caribbean Water World. Father said, "Don't be so early, it won't open until ten o'clock!" " "Then I waited slowly. During this time, time has passed very slowly for me. Finally, at ten o'clock, we went to play. As usual, I went happily and was very tired when I came back. I don't think I had enough fun. I want to play again on Sunday.

On Sunday morning, I said to my father, "Dad, I want to go again." Dad said, "Are you still going? To estimate that your skin is going to fall off. " I said, "Nothing, nothing, let's go!" Dad can't resist me. He has to go. When I came back, I was even more tired and burned all over. As my father said, the skin on my arms and back is about to fall off. I regret it. I don't think I should go today, but there is no regret medicine in the world! On Monday morning, I found my face began to peel off, too. God, how can I go out and meet people? So I stayed at home for many days and didn't go out until my face improved.

Through this incident, I got inspiration and gain. Think twice about everything. This time, if you think about it before you go, you won't go back, and naturally you won't lose your skin. And listen to your parents or elders, because they have experienced more things than us and know what is right and wrong.

There are many little things growing up. One thing can give you harvest, enlighten you, and even point you to a successful direction. The key is whether you can find it or not.

4. One thing in the composition of summer vacation, one thing in the summer vacation of 500 words. In this hot summer vacation, many things happened, some of them were amazing, some made people angry, some made people think deeply ... They were like stars in the sky, shining and countless; It is also like a pearl under the sea, dazzling. Now, I will choose the brightest star and the brightest pearl to tell you. It seems ordinary, but it makes me unforgettable. In summer, the scorching sun shines on the earth, making people breathless. Rhubarb dog was lying under the tree, sticking out his tongue from time to time, panting. The cicada cried in the tree, "cicada, cicada." Flowers seem to be lost in this vicious sunshine, drooping their heads and listless, and the water in the river is about to evaporate. Men, women and children are sitting in the shade to enjoy the cool. This is the perfect time to eat a popsicle. It's refreshing However, I have eaten all the popsicles at home, and I am so thirsty. I have to go to the canteen at the door to buy popsicles in the hot sun. The old man who sells popsicles is over 70 years old, and his body is still tough, wrinkled and wearing a pair of reading glasses. I ran over and said, "Buy popsicles." The old man said, "Little girl, what popsicle do you want?" I said, "Two Joys, Two Minis ..." I handed it to the old man 10 yuan, waiting for his change. The old man may be old, but he didn't count it clearly, so he gave me an extra 2 yuan. When I saw it, I was secretly happy. I can use it this time. I walked home happily. Somehow, the sad scene of the old man always appears in my mind. At this time, the words of the teacher who taught us echoed in my ear: "Be honest and don't be greedy for petty gain." I am ambivalent in my heart. I gave it to the old man. Although the money is gone, I will be relaxed. I won't give it to that old man. Although I am rich, I have to be condemned by my conscience. So, I ran to the canteen, gave the money to the old man and let out a long sigh. The old man said happily, "You are a good boy!" "Back home, I don't want to mention how happy I am, because I did the right thing. In the face of honesty and money, I chose honesty and gave up gold.

5. How to write a 400-word composition about one thing in summer vacation? In fact, this kind of composition is relatively easy to write. Just write down the time, process, results, people, experiences and lessons.

Example:

One thing in the summer vacation

Some people say that summer vacation is happy because you can have fun; Some people say that summer vacation is troublesome, which is a child's sigh, because in addition to a pile of homework assigned by the teacher, there are cram schools to make up for this and that. For me, summer vacation is colorful. I can travel, read and study, enrich my knowledge, participate in meaningful activities and help my mother do something within her power.

One morning in the summer vacation, I finished my homework and saw that my mother didn't get off work for more than an hour, so I picked up the vacuum cleaner that maybe only my mother had. I cleaned the living room and dining room first, rather than dragging a small car around the house.

I grabbed the handle of the vacuum cleaner with my left hand and pulled its "big belly" with my right hand and walked around the room. From time to time, I reached out to the east, and Silas pressed it. Then, I visited other rooms with a vacuum cleaner. I just finished feeding the vacuum cleaner, picked up the mop and dragged the house up and down. I'm exhausted. It took more than an hour to finish these things. At this time, my mother came back, saw that my house was clean, and praised me as a good boy, grown up and sensible.

Although this is a small matter, I can feel that my mother is very tired. She works during the day and cooks at night, caring about my study. My mother's burden is too heavy. I will help my mother do more housework and reduce her burden in the future.

6. One thing in the summer vacation, the 600-word composition "I do housework for my family"

I do housework for my family.

On Sunday, my parents went out on business, and I was the only one at home. After finishing my homework, I sat on the sofa and watched TV. There are no cartoons I like. After reading it for a while, I felt bored and thought, "Oh, what should I do?" As soon as my eyes rolled, I suddenly felt that my eyes lit up: "Yes, help my mother with housework. Usually my mother cleans the room. How difficult it is! Today, I am responsible for sharing my mother's hard work, and I must give my mother a surprise. "

At first, I went to my room and saw the quilt on the bed was in a mess, so I began to fold it. However, no matter how you fold it, you can't fold the shape. I thought to myself, "folding quilts looks simple, but it's really difficult to do." How difficult it is for mom to fold the quilt every day! "I carefully recalled my mother's process of folding quilts, imitating while remembering, and folding quilts was very laborious. Look, how well it is folded. From a distance, it looks like a piece of tofu, angular. After folding the quilt, I began to pack my schoolbag and prepare for school tomorrow. I put the pencil-box and books I want to learn into my schoolbag, and then put the books on the bed in order and put them neatly in the bookcase. At this moment, I saw some more papers on the ground. I'll get a broom and dustpan at once and sweep it hard. But pieces of paper are everywhere. I thought, "Hey! What's going on here? Oh! Maybe it's too heavy. It's definitely ok to use a little harder. "I picked up the broom and swept it gently, and the paper was very obedient and swept into the dustpan. I looked around and found a layer of dust on the table, so I wiped the towel with it, but the dust still floated on the table. I thought, "is it because the towel is too dry to wipe off the dust easily?" Wet towels may be better. "I went to the bathroom to wet the towel and wring it out. Then I wiped it again. The dust obediently touched the towel this time, and soon I wiped the table clean and could see people.

At noon, mom and dad came back and were surprised to see the house in good order and brand-new. When I learned that I had done it, my mother hugged me and kissed me and said happily, "You are such a good boy!" " Dad looked at me and smiled with relief.

First of all, I started my first project: I put my clothes in the washing machine, and then poured a little "all-effect mystery" for the washing machine to do for me. Then, when I came to the room, all I saw was a pile of "garbage"-uncovered quilts. Seeing this, I can't help but "admire" deeply: "How lazy! My dear mom and dad! " After that, I jumped up and jumped on the bed to "clean up" these "waste products". "it's over!" I took a deep breath, clapped my hands and said with difficulty.

Pack up the bedding and start wiping the table, cupboard, etc. At home. I took a rag out of the bathroom and got it wet. The next action is to wipe. I'll start with the table. When I was ready to clean, I looked around. It didn't look dirty at all, so I decided not to clean it. So, where do we start? I walked left and right and had a brainwave. "It's all clean. Cancel the second project directly. Don't do housework in order to complete the task of doing housework. "

If the second project is cancelled, it will naturally be the third project. The third item is mopping the floor. I took out the mop and began to mop like a tiger. I dragged it over and over again and looked at it. It was clean. I didn't stop until then.

After mopping the floor, I felt very tired, so I fell asleep quietly in bed and slowly fell into a bittersweet dream … I was happy because of my efforts.

Source: Qianchusai Composition Network/

7. Write a composition. Something happened in the summer vacation. The last day of summer vacation.

What a terrible holiday. When will there be a bright moon? There is no surprise of "looking for her in the crowd for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man is in the dim light", and there is no leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". In addition to the grotesque geometric lines in front of me, my ears often echo with my mother's exhortations to "advise you not to cherish hazel clothes and advise you to cherish youth". Pity her old man's efforts to turn a woman into a phoenix, but I don't know that her well-meaning is similar to the role of Black Sunday, which makes me want to buy a face to hang myself. Alas, there is only one "then, hold your chest with your hands and fall to the ground with a groan."

School is about to start, and I'm afraid it's hopeless to break through again. I tried my best to attack my mother's "bunker" with the true story of Xiaoyu in Two Prides of the Family. At first, I sat on my knee with her and showed my smooth tongue. Finally, I had to dance around her and jump up and down, and finally got a pardon from my mother, even though it was only for one day. I was so happy that I ran wildly and cheered. I stayed up all night thinking about how to play tomorrow, for fear of wasting a second.

Watch TV? Bored with playing computer? Boring Swim south river? Worse. Hey, is fate as long as sadness? White hair three thousands of feet! Our garden, which is full of flowers, can only struggle in this sea of ghost learning where turtles don't lay eggs. I don't even know how to breathe when I go out now. Hey! It serves to show the failure of traditional teaching in China!

Mama of, Lao tze also rebelled once! ! I jumped up and down-(there was water, the hall I didn't go to, and music was my mother's aerobics), opened the online legend, and gave away all the weapons I had played for two months-(for this reason, I regretted my intestines, stopped playing legends, and went into battle lightly), boomed in the kitchen and sang a symphony of pots and pans that made the gods cry, and poured five eggs, half a box of salt and four green peppers.

In short, play, play, play hard, crazy, crazy, crazy!

Lying in bed at night savoring today's * * *, I suddenly feel so tasteless, but the days of studying before are still quite fulfilling.

That's weird.

On the last day of summer vacation, I passed in such a muddle.

8. 80-word diary about cleanliness: diary written in summer vacation: summer vacation diary 1: cleanliness.

Today is our collective cleaning.

As soon as school is over, the students are busy, some sprinkling water, some sweeping the floor, some dusting, and some setting the table. Look! Everyone worked in full swing and sweated. Everyone said, "No matter how tired we are, we must get the red flag back this week." . In a short time, we cleaned the classroom. Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you and smiled with satisfaction, because we were all winning glory for our class.

Summer Diary 2: Help Mom clean up.

On Saturday afternoon, I went to my mother's office to play. After work, I said, "Mom, shall I help you clean up?"

Mother smiled and said, "Good! Daughter is really sensible! "

I'm flattered.

I put everything on the table in order first, and then I began to mop the floor. I washed the mop clean, and then happily mopped the floor next to me, leaving no room at all. When I dragged myself to the door to show off to my mother, I accidentally bumped into the door and cut a small hole. I felt very painful at that time, so I quickly called my mother. My mother looked at it and said, "It doesn't matter. Be careful when cleaning next time. " Because you do less work, it won't happen again if you do more housework in the future "

I looked at my "injured" hand and thought: I must work more in the future.

Summer Diary 3: Cleaning

The last class this afternoon is labor class. Some classmates and I went to the office to clean the table. I didn't know, but I was shocked. It's too dirty. There are many things to clean. There are drinking fountains, tables and chairs ... I cleaned five tables and another classmate cleaned four, but I cleaned all nine tables. It turned out that this classmate was worried that a piece of tape on a table could not be wiped off. I told her to rub it hard with water. Finally, we worked together and finally wiped off the tape.

When I got home, I was tired but happy. I know the hardships of adults. In the future, I will be a child who loves work.

9. Writing a composition: One thing in the summer vacation In this hot summer vacation, many things have happened, some are amazing, some are angry, and some are thought-provoking ... They are like stars in the sky, shining and countless; It is also like a pearl under the sea, dazzling. Now, I will choose the brightest star and the brightest pearl to tell you. It seems ordinary, but it makes me unforgettable.

In summer, the scorching sun shines on the earth, making people breathless. Rhubarb dog was lying under the tree, sticking out his tongue from time to time, panting. The cicada cried in the tree, "cicada, cicada." Flowers seem to be lost in this vicious sunshine, drooping their heads and listless, and the water in the river is about to evaporate. Men, women and children are sitting in the shade to enjoy the cool. At this time, eating a popsicle is perfect, refreshing. But all the popsicles at home have been eaten up, and my mouth is thirsty, so I have to go to the store at the door to buy popsicles in the scorching sun.

The old man selling popsicles is old and thin, and his body is still strong. His wrinkled face glowed with red light, and he wore plain clothes and reading glasses.

I ran over and said, "Buy popsicles." The old man said, "Little girl, what popsicle do you want?" I said, "Two Joys, Two Minis ..." I handed it to the old man 10 yuan, waiting for his change. The old man may be old, but he didn't count it clearly, so he gave me an extra 2 yuan. When I saw it, I was secretly happy. I can use it this time. I walked home happily. Somehow, the sad scene of the old man always appears in my mind. At this time, the words of the teacher who taught us echoed in my ear: "Be honest and don't be greedy for petty gain." I am ambivalent in my heart. I gave it to the old man. Although the money is gone, I will be relaxed. I won't give it to that old man. Although I am rich, I have to be condemned by my conscience. So, I ran to the canteen, gave the money to the old man and let out a long sigh. The old man said happily, "You are a good boy!" "Xiao He composition network.

Back home, I don't want to mention how happy I am, because I did the right thing. In the face of honesty and money, I chose honesty and gave up money.

10. One thing in summer vacation, one thing in summer vacation

After the holiday, my parents assigned me a study task, that is, I should seize the time and review the lessons I have learned during the holiday. Don't make me do anything else.

At noon that day, my mother came home from work and cooked in a hurry. She prepared several dishes, including meat and vegetables, to strengthen my nutrition. I'm sitting in my room, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping, feeling a little hectic than usual. Yes! During this time, my mother is very busy at work. She often puts down her chopsticks after dinner and goes to work. In order to give me more meals, I am naturally busier than usual

"ouch!" Suddenly, mother's crying came from the kitchen. I quickly put down my book and ran to the kitchen. I saw my mother's right hand just holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood gushed out between her fingers. I panicked, so I went back to my house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mother simply washed the wound with water, put on a band-aid and continued to be busy.

When eating, my mother is as busy as usual. Put down the chopsticks, told me, picked up the handbag and hurried to work. At home, I am alone. I stared at the food on the table and suddenly felt that I couldn't eat any more. The scene of my mother's finger bleeding just now came to my eyes and stayed for a long time. My heart is beating in panic, my eyes are blurred and tears are flowing. ...

I cleared the table blankly and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were still red, just looking at myself. Suddenly, a heartfelt voice seems to ring in my ear: you are a junior high school student, you should learn to do housework! You are at home on holiday now, helping your mother cook! Let mom eat slowly at noon, so don't be so nervous. Suddenly, I seem to have grown up suddenly.

I quickly sat at my desk and carefully wrote the homework of the day, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster. I decided: from dinner, I will learn cooking skills and cook for my parents!

I came to the kitchen and began to wash vegetables and stew rice. My mind is searching for the way my mother usually cooks and imitating it. I want to recite the formula and do the same: cut the meat evenly; Shredding potatoes, and shredding; Don't forget to put sugar in the fried tomatoes; You should master the amount of water in rice.

Time is pressing, and my mother will be home at 5: 30 after work. Finally, the meal was served on the table before mom got off work. With the sound of opening the door, mother went home. She smelled the food and came over in surprise. She looked at me strangely as if she understood everything. Mom didn't put down her handbag or even wash her hands. She went straight to the table, picked up chopsticks and tasted them one by one: this dish is delicious, but low in calories; This is delicious, but there is no salt. This ... I saw a contented smile on my mother's face. My mother turned to me and said, tomorrow, I'll teach you how to do it.

From this day on, I slowly learned to cook.