Sha Monk sews pants and writes essays

1. A piece of composition about my grandma sewing trousers for me

The sewing machine is ordinary, nothing special about it. I just know how to work hard and without complaint.

We have two "sewing machines" in our family. One is a small sewing machine. Grandma often uses it to do some work such as sewing and modifying clothes. So the nice "click-click" sound of the sewing machine often sounds in my ears.

Another "sewing machine" is grandma. Why do you say that? Because grandma works hard like a sewing machine. She is as ordinary as a sewing machine, but her love is extraordinary.

Our new home is larger, so cleaning it is more difficult. If I were to do it, it would be difficult to make the home look brand new. But grandma did it. Not only that, she also cooks every day. She is already over 70 and her health is not very good. She is often panting from exhaustion. But when I persuade her not to exhaust herself, she wipes the sweat from her forehead and says, "I'm not tired." "Exercise is good for your health, go ahead and do it!"

Grandma loves me very much and knows what I hope for? So whenever I am at a loss, grandma always appears by my side. Just like what happened when I learned English a month ago. At that time, I went to my teacher’s old home to learn English. Because of the long distance, I had to take a bus back and forth. The weather was not very good. When I came downstairs from my teacher's house to study English, I found some cool raindrops floating in the sky. Soon, the road was covered with their life. Although the rain was light, it would get me wet, so I had no choice but to run out without an umbrella. It is true that blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly. I accidentally fell and chewed mud. When I sat up, I found that the only fifty cents left in my pocket for the bus ride were gone! I was like an ant falling into a hot pot. Even the rain falling on my body felt extremely hot. what to do? It’s over, I can’t go home. When my nose is sore, I want to cry. At the same time, a familiar figure appeared. It's grandma! I was so happy that I rushed over and hugged grandma. It turned out that grandma was worried about me going home alone, so she came to pick me up specially. My body suddenly felt cool and refreshing, and a faint warmth surged into my heart.

These are the two "sewing machines" in our family. I prefer the larger one, because the tide of family affection has wetted my eye masks... 2. Please Change the following essay to write about the teacher who pricked my hand while sewing my trousers and got injured, and what happened next?

When I came to the office, the teacher asked me to sit on her chair and told me to take off my pants. .

The teacher carefully aligned the wounds, but when he just put in the needle, he accidentally pricked his hand, and a small drop of blood slipped out. I was very upset, but the teacher just He smiled at me and said "It's okay", then licked the finger that was pricked just now, and started to mend it for me again. At this moment, my eyes were already filled with tears. A silver needle, a piece of velvet, dances rhythmically with the teacher's hands, advancing or retreating, up or down. The flexible hands that shuttle freely seem to be sewing strands of love into it. The silver needle The silver thread was like a magical rope, pulling my eyes. I looked at that pair of pants, and it lingered in my thoughts: Yesterday it was still lifeless, but today it has become important to me in the hands of the teacher. Selfless love.

Teacher, you are clearly sewing with your heart! This stitch, stitch, and thread cost you so much effort! And am I not like the pants in the teacher’s hands? The existing deficiencies, under the needle and thread of the teacher's love and knowledge, constantly improve the self. 3. The first time I sewed clothes and wrote a composition

It happened on a sunny Sunday. I was playing games with my neighbor. However, when I was playing vigorously, there was a "hiss" sound and a big hole in my clothes. I was extremely disappointed. When I got home, my mother was not at home. I had no choice but to search the room, looking for needles and threads to sew the holes in the clothes, and said, "Forget it, it's a piece of cake!"

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ran to my mother's room, I took out the needle and thread from the drawer and sat on the table to sew clothes.

Of course, the first step is to thread the thread, which is a piece of cake! However, my hands didn't obey me at all and kept trembling.

I couldn't put them on, and my eyes were very tired from looking at them! I was discouraged, but just when I wanted to give up, these words cheered me up again - everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as you get through the first level, there is no mountain of fire that you can't pass.

As if I was giving myself a sedative, my hands stopped shaking. I followed my mother's example and finally put the thread through the hole. Then I tied a tight knot.

I found a well-lit place and sat down.

I looked at the clothes and the threaded needle. Hey, how do I sew? I didn't know anything, so I had to start with the holes in my clothes. I saw that the holes were almost sewn, and I couldn't wait. But who knew, the needle stuck into my finger,

Red Pearl A lot of blood came out immediately. It hurts so much! No wonder people say "ten fingers are connected to the heart". I didn't realize it until today. I was a little timid, but then I thought of the philosophy written in the composition book: On the road of life, if you fall down, you have to get up. . Indeed, no one has it all smooth sailing. I picked up the needle again and sewed again. ah! Finally finished! I was very pleased, but the stitches were too tight and looked like a dick. "No

That's okay, I have to mend it again!" I untied the threads and slowly, stitch by stitch, mended the clothes. This time I was serious, staring at the thread. "Hehe, the hole has been repaired now."

When my mother came back and saw my results, she gave me a thumbs up and said to me: "Wow, kid, you are great!" The endless compliments made me beam with joy. 4. Second grade composition: look at pictures, write words and sew clothes h

At seven o'clock in the morning, Xiao Li hurriedly washed up, put on a set of clothes that he thought was good, picked up the organized resume, and tiptoed He pushed the door of his parents' bedroom open a crack, leaned his face forward slightly, squinted his eyes, and looked inside. He found that his mother had gone out and his father was still sleeping on the bed. He slowly closed the door again, thinking that his mother was still around. I went to look for recruitment information, picked up the ten yuan and keys on the table, opened the door gently, walked out, locked it carefully, and went downstairs.

As he walked to the gate of the community, Xiao Li shouted: "Lao Wangtou, a set of egg pancakes." As soon as he arrived at the gate, a child was running towards him, holding a set of egg pancakes in his hand. Xiao Li took a look and saw that he was Lao Wang's son. He was cute and sensible, and his neighbors called him "good boy." Xiao Li was naturally no stranger, so he walked closer, bent down, took the pancakes with one hand, handed over the money with the other, and touched Wang Guaiguai's head, "Go ahead and ask your dad to buy them for you." Go for the candy." Looking at his back jumping towards the pancake stall, Xiao Li felt a sense of unknown envy in his heart.

Standing on the bus stop, Xiao Li was chewing pancakes and turned his head to look at the distance of the road. Unexpectedly, a father and daughter appeared beside him. So, Xiao Li started to look at them again. The father is very young, in his early thirties, about 1.8 meters tall, with a Chinese-shaped face, short hair, and piercing eyes that make people feel mature and steady. The girl is riding on her father's shoulders. She is two or three years old, with a round face and a rosy mouth. Her big eyes show innocence and purity on her face. I saw the girl pointing to the bus stop and asking her father, and giggles could be heard from time to time. Xiao Li stopped and froze there. Many happy moments with his father when he was a child appeared in his mind, and his eyes gradually became moist.

After taking several buses, Xiao Li finally arrived at his destination - the Human Resources Department. He got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and walked in with long strides. He had already found out a few days ago that today was a recruitment conference, so he was full of confidence and decided to "lie" a few more times, maybe he could still succeed. But what happened next did not go smoothly. There were so many people that I had to queue up first. I spent almost the whole morning waiting in line, and I didn't even submit a few resumes. Xiao Li saw that it was getting late, so he looked for Sister Zhang in the crowd.

5. A 600-word essay about sewing clothes based on grandma’s handprints

Grandma taught me to sew clothes

When I came home from school and changed out of my coat, I suddenly discovered that at some point, my down jacket There was a hole in the upper hook, and all the snow-white feathers flew out. I was a little annoyed, so I asked my grandma to help me sew, but grandma was too busy and asked me to learn to sew by myself. This time I was stumped. Having never sewn clothes before, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and "play".

First find a needle and thread and learn to sew clothes. The first step is to thread the needle. I picked up the needle in my left hand, picked up the thread in my right hand, and threaded the thread into the eye of the needle, but I couldn't thread it in. I was so annoyed, and the more annoyed I got, the harder it was to thread it in. I was so tired that I was sweating. Zhang Fei threaded the needle - big eyes stared at small eyes. I had to ask my grandma for advice, and she said with a smile: "You are threading the thread the wrong way. You should twist one end of the thread thin and pointed. Don't panic, don't shake your hands, and you can thread it through." I did it, and I tried it. It worked a few times. Then I started sewing, tying a few knots at one end of the thread, arranging the openings in the clothes, passing the needle through the overlapping area of ??the cloth, and then wrapping it back... It went smoothly the first few times, and I felt a little elated. "Alas..." Accidentally, the needle pierced my thumb, and blood came out. The pain made me shed tears. I was discouraged. I didn’t expect that learning to sew would be so difficult, and I didn’t want to do it anymore. Seeing my reluctance, grandma joked: "Why do you want to go to the kitchen with a daughter and then give up immediately?" I burst into tears and laughed. Yes, you can't do something without results. I mustered up the courage again, sucked my fingers, and continued to sew...

Finally, it didn't take long for me to sew the holes in my clothes, although the sewing was crooked and looked like a strip. Earthworm, but this is my "masterpiece", I am very happy because I learned to sew clothes.

The next day, I put on the clothes I had mended, and unexpectedly found two pink flowers embroidered with ribbons where I had mended them, covering up the ugly earthworm I had mended. , I am so happy, my heart feels like drinking honey, very sweet. 6. Who can help me write an article about foot abuse?

Yu Huiqiong was walking on the street. It was night and it was surprisingly quiet.

She vaguely heard someone following her, and when she turned her head, she was knocked unconscious with a stick. When he woke up, he found that he was tied to an operating table with a box next to him. She was scared.

After a while, a man, probably in his 30s, walked out from behind a door, smiling evilly.

"What are you going to do? Let me go!" Yu Huiqiong shouted.

"Hey, 13-year-old girls are so powerful, so why should I be soft again?" After saying that, he shouted, "Someone! Take off her shoes and socks!" These people took them off. She took off her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of beautiful feet. Her feet are beautiful, with fair skin, gentle arches, smooth soles, and a good ratio between the length of her toes and the length of her instep.

"What are you doing? Crazy!"

Before Yu Huiqiong could finish her words, the man took out a knife and approached her feet step by step. "Come here, flatten her instep!" "You, you, you, what do you want to do?" Her instep was pressed tightly, and the man placed the knife just above the Zhongfeng point on her instep. That is to say, halfway up her foot, the knife was gradually pressed down, and as soon as it touched the skin, it suddenly moved with force, leaving a deep cut on her instep.

"Ah ah ah! My feet! Ah!" Yu Huiqiong shouted, and the man smiled. "Okay, this scar is really nice!" the man said. He knelt down again and looked at Yu Huiqiong's instep, which was bleeding drop by drop. Yu Huiqiong just felt like the instep of her instep was burning.

"Yeah! Not bad, keep going!" "Ah! Help!" "Stop shouting, this room is underground!" Yu Huiqiong was desperate.

After a while, the man brought another bottle of wine (glass bottle) and hit the sole of her other foot hard. With a "bang!", the bottle shattered, and Yu Huiqiong I feel excruciating pain. The soles of the feet are the most sensitive part for girls.

The man held the glass shards, put the pointed end on the soles of her feet, and touched it lightly a few times. "Do you want to decorate the soles of your feet?" "No, no! Please!" Let me go!" "I'll let you go after the torture." "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" He stabbed the fragment hard into the sole of Yu Huiqiong's foot. With a "click" sound, the fragment penetrated into the sole of Yu Huiqiong's foot. "Ah! It hurts! Ah, my foot!" She fainted.

A basin of cold water.

Then the man took several fragments and inserted them all into the soles of her feet, and then used a hammer to hammer the fragments completely into the soles of her feet. Finally, the man took a knife, put it on her ankle, and slashed hard, "Ah!!!" and fainted. Yu Huiqiong's two feet were chopped off. The man ran away. 7. How to write an attractive title for an essay about sewing machines

I have a sewing machine at home. It was old, the paint was peeling off and the color was faded. It has followed my grandma through ups and downs and worked hard for decades.

I heard from my grandma that the sewing machine was bought in the 1950s. At that time, my grandma had many children and the financial burden was heavy. She could not afford to buy clothes. So she bought this sewing machine with the money she had saved over the years. For many years, whenever night fell, the kerosene lamp in the farmhouse would light up. Grandma would sit in front of the sewing machine, stepping on the pedal and keeping her hands busy. The sound of clicking one after another seemed so clear and loud in the dead of night. This is my grandma rushing to make new clothes one after another for my mother and uncles.

I heard from my mother that whenever the New Year is approaching, my grandma is even busier, and the sewing machine has become her partner and helper in life. In order to make the whole family wear new clothes, she often worked overtime until late at night. When mom and uncles put on new clothes, they always look around in the mirror and jump up and down to the yard for the children to admire. Grandma worked hard with her sewing machine for decades, and the belts on the sewing machine were worn out and the needles were broken. As my mother and uncles grew up day by day, so did my sewing machine and my grandma. Now, the sewing machine looks like an old woman who has lost her teeth. After moving several times, we wanted to give it to someone else. We always felt that a set of modern furniture paired with an old antique was really inappropriate. However, my grandma was always reluctant to give it up. When she got up every morning, she wiped the sewing machine over and over again. How much grandma loves the sewing machine that has been with her for many years! Gradually, I felt more and more deeply that this old sewing machine looked like my grandma who had made great contributions to my family! Slowly, I fell in love with it.