I did the right thing in the fifth grade composition.

In daily study, work or life, everyone writes a composition, through which we can gather our scattered thoughts together. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is what I arranged for you. I made a correct composition for grade five for reference only. Let's have a look.

Grade five composition 1 I did it right. The bell rang, and the students were all sitting in the classroom seats, waiting for the English teacher Zhang to come to class and write a composition in the third grade. I'm still talking about my "mini-Toastmasters". Anyway, the teacher is not here. Who am I? "talk!" I'm famous, I just have a glib tongue!

All the students around me know me and listen to me with a smile on their face. Speaking of my pride, I actually smiled, "Ga ga ga …", which startled the whole class. Just then, Teacher Zhang came into the classroom and the students burst into laughter. Shit! "To err is human, to err is human", and teacher Zhang is going to make another big move. I will definitely "hang up"! Sure enough, teacher Zhang stared at me with a low face and said, "Are you talking again? Yang Ruikai! " I stood up in shame, with my head down and my arms hanging down. You know, I am often criticized by teacher Zhang for speaking in class, or calling the roll in public, or writing my name on the blackboard in public. I'm caught red-handed and speechless. Teacher Zhang said sternly, "Then copy the text of lesson 18!" After a pause, she added, "Finish copying and then go to lunch!" " Suddenly I was stupid, alas, it was too painful not to let me eat! I'm delicious. I'm a gourmet. ) Teacher Zhang is really trustworthy, and I was punished almost cruelly. I must face up to the problem of talking casually in class! In fact, being able to talk is one of Yang Ruikai's great advantages, and it is also one of my great characteristics, which is why I am so cute. (I am popular, and my classmates like my "white carelessness") But I have to distinguish under what circumstances to talk casually in class, which not only affects myself but also interferes with teachers and classmates, so I am not "cute". What I lack is self-control, strong will and the ability to distinguish right from wrong! I reflect on myself and understand the disadvantages of talking in class. I am determined to correct it!

From that day on, I sent a letter to all the teachers who taught me, to the effect that: Teacher, if I say something in your class three times, you will kick me out and stand outside the classroom for a class.

This note is really useful. Since then, I hardly speak casually in class, and I will raise my hand when I want to speak, and I will speak after I get the teacher's permission. In this way, I persisted for more than three months, and finally, my little problem of speaking in class was corrected.

Of course, it is not always smooth sailing. Whenever I can't control myself, I want to give up, but I will immediately think of this little note, I will keep my promise, and I will also think of the taste of being punished!

I did the right thing. During my monitor career, many things happened, some right and some wrong, but one thing I always thought was "I was right!" " "

One day at noon, the teacher didn't come before the preparation, and I was on duty, so I left some homework for everyone and the students began to write. The classroom is very quiet. But it didn't last long. Zhang and Yang, the "king of mischief" in the class, called Sun to the back and asked him to play with his mobile phone. I thought Sun wouldn't go, but people are worse than heaven. Sun Yikai went to the back. When he left, he passed me. I stopped him from going, but he insisted on going. I have no choice but to watch him go. What are you doing back here? "He walked past me, deadpan, without saying a word." Really! Come out now, or I'll tell the teacher when he comes! "I was so angry that I pointed my pointer at him." Then you go. "He still doesn't care!" Then wait for the teacher to' touch' you! "I said angrily.

After a while, the teacher came, and I was about to say it to the teacher when my will wavered. Should I say it or not? My classmates all heard what I said to him if I didn't say it. Wouldn't that make my classmates think that I am a person who doesn't keep my word and treats the whole class equally? But if I do this, I am afraid that some students will say that I am an informer and I can't control myself, so I will tell the teacher and use the teacher as a shield. ...

After a fierce ideological struggle, I finally made a decision: go my own way and let others talk! I want to tell my teacher that only by telling him to punish him can I kill his spirit and let him know to listen to the monitor. I went to the podium and told the teacher exactly what happened. After the teacher listened, Sun was punished for standing in the last two classes.

Since this incident, Sun has ignored me, and some of his friends also said that I love to snitch ... No matter what others say about me, I still think I did the right thing, because I did my duty as a monitor, and I will never regret it.

I did the right thing. One dark night in a month, a thrilling thing happened. In hindsight, fortunately, I made the right judgment at that time. ...

That night, my parents worked overtime and didn't come back until eight o'clock. I do my homework at home alone. Suddenly, the sound of going upstairs came from outside. I glanced at the clock on the table. It is only seven o'clock. I thought, "This is definitely not Mom and Dad! Who could it be? " "Knock, knock!" Someone is knocking at my door. It looks urgent. I quickly jumped to the door and was about to open it. It suddenly occurred to me that the teacher usually teaches us some safety problems, so don't open the door casually when there is no one at home. My hand hanging in mid-air shrank back, opened my cat's eye and looked out nervously. I really don't know. I was shocked at first sight! I saw a middle-aged man with a beard standing at the door, knocking impatiently, as if to break in.

He shouted: "open the door quickly, I'm here to collect the property fee of the community!" " ""You can collect it another day. Mom and dad are not at home today. "I shouted." It's okay, it's okay. Open the door first. There's a form to fill out. ...

I'm worried. How can I send him away? At this time, he knocked on the door desperately and said, "Open the door first, I am not a bad person." There is no money here-no bad guy will write the word "bad guy" on his face without being forced. I suddenly remembered my mother's usual teaching: be calm when you meet bad people, and know to ask for help from the outside world when you are safe. Yes, ask the outside world for help! I had a brainwave and shouted at the door, "Wait a minute, my parents will be back soon. I'll make a phone call. " Say that finish, I stood still and made a phone call. I saw that the man first opened his mouth, his eyes were as big as two bells, and then his feet were oiled-he ran away.

At eight o'clock, my parents came back. I told them what happened just now. My father stroked my head and said proudly, "Well done, our son has grown up!" " What a brave man! "

I did the right thing.

I did the right thing. In the afternoon of the second class, the English teacher asked Jingyuan to go to the office. When she came back, she immediately attracted the attention of the class. No, to be exact, she attracted everyone. Those are three rectangular boxes with patterns printed on them, which are exactly the same as those on the cover of the book. Everyone stared at the box. What's inside? Everyone wants to know.

The students sitting in front pushed forward, scrambling to see what it was "an English tape!" " "I let out a cry strangely. When the students heard the excitement, they all swarmed, fearing that they would be gone if they were late. Jingyuan tried to maintain good discipline and delivered tapes plate by plate. I looked at the new tape and couldn't put it down.

After school, I was packing my schoolbag. Ding gave a cry and I asked her, "What's the matter?" "My tape is gone. I can't find it. I didn't listen! " I suddenly remembered that my mother said on Saturday that she would tear an English tape for me, so I handed it to Ding and said, "Here you are." Ding Jean was a little surprised! "Liu Heng, you give it to me. What do you do with it! " "My mother recorded a box for me. This is for you. Don't you have me? " Ding Yuqiu said gratefully, "Thank you." "Nothing." I said with a smile.

When I got home, my mother listened to me and said, "You did the right thing. You should help your friends when they are in trouble. You see, Ding not only benefited, but also you didn't lose! " I nodded, I did the right thing!

I did the right thing. Recently, my aunt gave me a puppy, a chain and half a bag of dog food. My aunt said, "It's called Beibei. It's a pet dog." When I heard the name "Beibei", I felt very corny and wanted to take it to another name. But I read in the book that this animal was renamed halfway, and it couldn't adapt for a long time, so it gave up the idea.

Beibei's hair has three colors: yellow, white and black. It's so cute that it always sleeps at your feet. As soon as you take your foot away, it will "purr" away.

The first day it came to my house, it was annoying to bark and bark, and it quieted down on the third day.

Beibei hasn't barked for three days. On the sixth day, she barked. I wanted to stop its barking, so I threw a biscuit to it. It didn't even look at it, and its nose snorted discontentedly. I lost my temper. I opened its mouth with one hand and stuffed cookies into its mouth with the other. Beibei gave a strange cry and spit out cookies.

I poured it another bowl of water, and it kicked the bowl over and shouted at me. This reminds me of a word: swearing, from swearing to hitting it. When I picked up the stick and hit it, it seemed to have foresight and ran away from under the door of the yard. I went after it, only to find it playing with my compatriots. I suddenly understood that it needs the warmth of its partners!

What a coincidence, because I have to hit it and force it to "crack the dog" before I can find my bosom friend.

Yes, I finally did a good thing for Beibei, otherwise Beibei would be depressed!

I did the right thing. In my life, I met many things, and I did the right thing, and there are many more.

On one occasion, the students who cleaned on Wednesday did not take out the garbage, but hid it behind the podium. Our classmates who cleaned on Thursday were very angry, but they took it out anyway.

Last Thursday, Yuting Wu, He Fan and others swept the floor with me. Zhan and he had a big fight. Yuting Wu's face turned red with anger, and Zhan cried, clamoring to spend the night in the classroom today. He Fan and Sally and I finished sweeping the floor, and no one wanted to take out any garbage. Wu Yuting said, "I remember the cleaner hid the garbage here on Wednesday, which led us to take it out." I know she wants to follow suit, but I don't think it's right and I want to stop it, but I'll wait and see what she will do. As I expected, she also poured the garbage into the platform. I think she was angry at the quarrel, so she quickly found a broom, picked up a dustpan and swept the garbage down. Today, the teacher asked the people who cleaned on Monday if they took out the garbage. They said, "This is what people didn't take out last Friday." After hearing this, the teacher asked the cleaner to clean the semester on Monday and Friday.

There seems to be no harm in doing more.

I did the right thing. This winter, grandma came to my house, and I was very happy. Play with grandma every day.

Today is Saturday and the day after tomorrow is my birthday, but grandma will leave tomorrow. Because grandma's father will celebrate his birthday the day after tomorrow and will spend the day with me. Therefore, when I celebrate my birthday every winter, there are always so few people, so this year, I want my grandmother to celebrate it for me. However, grandma just doesn't agree, and my heart is also very contradictory. It is immoral and unfilial for grandpa not to let grandma go back on her birthday. Let grandma go back, no one will give me a birthday. That night, I thought for a long time, but I still didn't have a better idea. The next morning, I went to ask my mother. She let me think for myself and told me a lot of truth. I've been thinking that at noon, the three of us didn't speak, just ate there silently. Finally, I finally couldn't help it and said, "Grandma, go back and celebrate your father's birthday!" " ! Wait until next winter, and you can give it to me. "When I spoke, tears also fell down. My mother said to me, "Daughter, you are right. It's time for grandma to go back to her father's birthday. Didn't mom go back when your grandfather had his birthday? "This afternoon, grandma went home to celebrate her father's birthday.

On this day, I am very happy, because I did the right thing, and I let my grandmother know that I have grown up. I learned to be filial.

I did the right thing. The right or wrong of a thing can sometimes show a person's character. Some people may think that "giving up your seat" is a trivial matter, but I think it is at least an act of respecting the old and loving the young.

One cold winter, I recovered from a bad cold and dragged my weak body to school. All the way to the station, it was very cold, and I kept pushing my hand and stamping my feet. The bus came and people crowded on it. I found a seat like a sardine can on the bus. At the pedestrian street station, I saw a silver-haired old man limping on the bus, and then I thought of giving up my seat, but I thought: I have a soldier who is just right and so weak, so I won't let him this time; But my conscience makes me uneasy. No matter how weak I am, I am better than my grandfather with silver hair ... After many ideological struggles, I gave up my seat.

After I came home from school, I had a fever. My mother complained to me, "I can't take care of myself at this age!" " "I ignored my mother's complaint and said that I gave up my seat. Unexpectedly, my mother complained even more: "Look at you, you are too weak to be brave. You have suffered! " I retorted, "Even if I am weak, I am better than that grandfather who looks about 70 years old ..."

I started infusion again, and my mother was complaining in a low voice, but my heart was solid. I think I did the right thing.