My discovery

Growing up, I found many interesting discoveries in my play, the most interesting of which was watching little ants move things and teasing little ants to play.

One day, I went downstairs to play and saw a small ant the size of sesame moving bread crumbs, which aroused my curiosity and I followed it. Little ants climbed from the cement road to the soil of the green belt. Looks like it's going back to the cave. I followed it all the way to the mouth of the cave. I picked up a small stick and wanted to look outside the ant's cave. I dug and dug hard, and soon I saw many small ants crawling around. They seem to be frightened. At this time, they seem to be sending signals with their antennae to tell everyone to pay attention to safety.

At this moment, I found another ant crawling out quickly. Maybe it wants to find food. I had a brainwave and thought I might as well go to Doby. The little ant crawled in front, and I blocked its way with my finger. After a while, it climbed to the left, and I blocked its way again. It must be very anxious at this time. It must know that it is in trouble. After a while, many ants came, perhaps this little ant sent out a distress signal, asking them to save it. Seeing their unity, I finally put it down.

I still remember this matter deeply.

I want to write a composition entitled "I found it"

I found the unity of ants.

I like ants, not only because of their industrious and simple character, but also because of their spirit of helping each other in times of crisis and going forward bravely.

I remember once, several ants were crawling on the wall in a hurry. On impulse, I poured water from a teacup and threw it at the ants. They were frightened and fled everywhere. I poured water on them again, and they were all wrapped in water drops of different sizes.

Stubborn little ants are trapped in the water, but they still don't give up the chance to escape. They spread their legs thinner than needles and tried to climb to a dry place, but it was too late, and the water droplets as big as beans stuck to them like glue, making them unable to move. At this time, I saw them huddled together, holding hands, fighting bravely, and finally rushed out of the tight encirclement, exhausted, lying back to back together, encouraging each other. After a while, the long line lined up again.

Their team walked in the direction of the cake crumbs left by the rats. Then, the cake crumbs as big as broad beans disappeared. I moved the cake crumbs to another place, and the ants were not to be outdone. They found food at once. At this time, a group of ants came, and the cake crumbs disappeared from my eyes at once.

I looked at this group of ants and sighed. It is true that ants with big grains of rice are sometimes stronger than some people.

I found the beauty of regret.

Someone once asked me: "If you compare life to the stars in the sky, one is like a distant star, hanging quietly in the air and shining weakly for a long time;" One is like a meteor, just shining across the night sky. Which one would you choose? "At that time, I would say without thinking," I don't want anything. "Because what I need is a perfect life!"

"Perfect, really?" Now that I think of my resounding answer at that time, I can't help asking. None of the natural trees in the forest conforms to the golden section of 0.6 18; The beautiful women in ancient famous paintings are all graceful, but they don't draw the five senses, just like Rodin's brokeback Venus ... all beautiful, but all imperfect. Perhaps this is the beauty of regret.

Stars and meteors are also beautiful. One is eternal and lasting, but not dazzling, and the other is brilliant and brilliant, but fleeting. So are the two kinds of life they represent. Unfortunately, some people are unknown all their lives and often lament that this life is so dull and tasteless; Some people have a vigorous life, but later they feel that the most regrettable thing is that they have not enjoyed the happiness of ordinary people. A person can only choose one lifestyle in his life, so it is inevitable that there will be regrets.

In this way, life will not be perfect, nor will it be smooth sailing. Therefore, even if you encounter bumps or failures on the road of life, you can treat them calmly; Even if I often feel sorry for various reasons, I can take it calmly. I just think that this is an episode in the symphony of life, which will not destroy the whole song, but will enrich the content and make the movement of life more beautiful.

Looking up at the night sky, deep and mysterious; The sky is dotted with stars, which makes it more quiet and distant. Close your eyes, as if the meteor shower was falling quietly in front of your eyes. Unfortunately, this meteor shower passed me by, and I only saw its wonderful performance in my dream. But I know that in 33 years, it will come back. In this long and short time, I don't know how my life will move forward. I will live seriously, spend every day with regret but full of happiness, and create my own beautiful life. On the night after 323, I met in the direction of the meteor shower, gently told it about my dull or gorgeous life, and then said to it, "I found my life as beautiful as yours, although I have regrets ..."

3. Composition topic (I found that

There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the gentle words of my mother.

In life, I found that my mother has changed and become gentle and amiable. I remember one day, an unforgettable day.

On this day, I seem to be crying, and it is raining heavily. I was doing my homework at home when my mother came over and touched my head and asked, "Yuanyang, what do you want to eat at noon today?" I know, my father went to work in other places six months ago, leaving only a little money. I stopped writing, took my mother's hand and said, "Mom, eat whatever you want!" " "Say that finish, continue to do homework. After a long time, my mother came back, her pants were wet and her upper was covered with mud. She went to the kitchen and tinkled the meal. This sound is like a beautiful melody, and my heart beats with the sound of cooking. After a while, my mother cooked the meal and walked into my room with light steps. She said to me gently, "I'm tired, let's go to eat." The food I cooked today is delicious. "After listening to my mother's persuasion, I put down my pen. My mother and I went to the kitchen, and the delicious food in front of me surprised me. This delicious braised fish and mellow chicken soup, ah, these dishes are expensive and my favorite. I asked my mother, "Mom, where did you get the money for these dishes?" "What's wrong with this child!" "Mom, where did you get the money? "I'm a little angry." Mom, to tell you the truth, this is the money that mom usually works for. "At this moment, a warm current came to my mind, and I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried," Mom! " " ……

At night, when I sleep, my mother sits beside my bed and rubs my feet. I hurt my foot and can't sleep at night. ) Before I knew it, I fell asleep. When I woke up in the middle of the night, my mother was still rubbing my feet. I said to my mother, "Mom, go to sleep. I'm warm." My mother gave me a sweet smile and her eyes were full of happiness. She patted my quilt and said, "well, go to sleep quickly!" " "After listening to my mother, I gradually fell asleep.

Suddenly I remembered a sentence I read in a book: "I am lucky to have a mother who loves me." -Beethoven

Please help me write a 600-word composition entitled "My Discovery".

Beauty is both common and rare.

Sometimes, she will appear in front of you inadvertently; Sometimes, she needs your heart to capture. Spring has arrived, and everything is so beautiful.

The earth wakes up, plants sprout, birds sing and flowers smell, so go for an outing. Along the way, the grass was lush and colorful, and even bees and butterflies came out to exercise their muscles.

A slight spring breeze blew, and the flowers and plants on the roadside danced gently in the breeze, laughing and singing. I can't help shivering. What moved me? Xiaohe composition network, you can also contribute to Xiaohe composition network-Beauty.

I found beauty. She doesn't have to be so dazzling or luxurious. In fact, she is usually simple and ordinary, and you need to understand it with your heart.

For example, this little grass flower has survived the severe winter tenaciously and finally entered the sunny spring, dotted with this beautiful world. Although they are not as eye-catching as peony and cuckoo, they have the same ordinary and simple life of pursuing sunshine and exuding vitality.

This is the beauty of life and a kind of spiritual beauty. I found the beauty of life and spirit contained in the ordinary.

You can also contribute your life and spirit, which not only belongs to those flowers and plants, but also is the foundation of human beings. People should have a sense of conscience and responsibility, know how to cherish life, make life full of interest and enrich life.

In fact, such people are as ubiquitous as grass and flowers. Some of them may have become towering trees and pillars, and made great achievements, but most of them are still unknown. But what is worthy of recognition is that they have been working hard and have been contributing their strength.

Faced with difficulties and obstacles, they strive to explore the meaning of life, reflecting the spiritual strength of never giving up. Isn't this beautiful? Beautiful women are extremely rich. In my mind, the beauty of life and spirit is the beauty of China.

I found her in the spring breeze and deeply felt her strength. Ah! I found ... at dawn, I happened to find a dewdrop on a leaf of narcissus.

She is so pure and crystal clear that I have never noticed it before. I can't help bending down and staring at this attractive little jade bead.

She is lying in a big green bed, probably still dreaming a beautiful dream! I dare not breathe loudly for fear of waking the little guy's dream. Watching this lovely baby fall asleep, I really want to hold her in my hand and kiss her, but I put my hand next to her.

Alas, let her sleep! She must be too tired to fly from the other side of the sky. She must not belong to the mortal world, is it the sad tears of the beautiful weaver girl? The sun poked its head out carefully and looked down at everything in the world. Under the mysterious brilliance of the sun, the dew turned into a crystal diamond.

She woke up and jumped and rolled on the slender leaves of daffodils. You see, my figure is not reflected in her pure eyes? Maybe she's too excited. Slowly, her round face turned red, and then her whole body gradually became smaller and disappeared.

How short this wonderful life is! It suddenly dawned on me that the short life of this little dewdrop is only for the moment of brilliance in the bright sunshine. Does she know that for that crystal clear moment, she even needs to evaporate her life to realize that dream in her heart? Dew was born quietly in the morning, and it was too late to enjoy the touch of the morning breeze, to appreciate the prosperity of the world, and even to let others see themselves.

All her life, she just pursued her dream wholeheartedly-the glory of that moment, although she paid her life for it. But for thousands of years, dewdrops have never given up, although sometimes dreams are far away.

My heart is relieved, although the dew is only a drop of Tianshui, she has beautiful dreams; Even if we are just a mortal, we should have a brilliant ideal. Although the road to dreams is full of thorns, the belief in pursuing ideals should not be given up.

I hope my discovery is also a crystal dew, crystal clear in the bright sunshine.

5. The title of the third grade composition is that I found 480 words of soybeans.

One night when I was eating soybean sprouts, I looked at the sweet soybean sprouts on my plate and suddenly had an idea: grow soybeans. After dinner, I brought a paper cup, put a layer of toilet paper in it, add a little water, and then gently sprinkle with soybeans. In order to make soybeans grow faster and better, I put the cup outside the window because there is plenty of sunshine during the day. Surprisingly, by the afternoon of the next day, had the soybean been killed by the sun? In order to find the answer, I made a comeback and spilled a cup of soybeans in the window where the sun was not enough. The next day, the seed turned into a chubby "little fat man", and there appeared a small yellowish bud like a needle tip. The flower bud is lovely. After a few days, it grows to about 10 cm high. Its two watercress split in the middle and protruded. The second successful soybean germination was carried out under the same conditions as the first one, such as the same cup size, the same water content, the same soybean quantity and the same weather. The difference is that the first time I was exposed to the sun, the second time I didn't. So, my guess is right: soybeans should not be exposed to the sun when they germinate. I am very happy after discovering this little secret, because it was discovered through my careful observation.

6. Write a composition with a topic of 250 words, which I found.

I discovered the dog's ability to sleep. I have a puppy at home. I'm smart when I sleep, and I look cute.

One afternoon, it fell asleep again. I found it really cute when I slept. Its eyes narrowed into a line and its mouth was closed. But its ears stick to the ground.

Why? I thought for a while, but I still couldn't figure it out, so I took out my magic weapon, which is "100 thousand why" It turns out that dogs are afraid of being caught by hunters. It can hang down an ear and hear distant sounds, even the sound of walking. It does this to protect itself. Really smart. I like its lovely appearance. I named it smart dog because it has the ability to protect itself.

I found that unity is strength. One weekend, adults and I came to my hometown in the countryside. After dinner, I will play in the yard.

I suddenly found an ant, interested in the half biscuit I just dropped. It revolves around the half biscuit, as if measuring the circumference of the biscuit; It tried to lift the biscuit again. Obviously, this cookie is too big for an ant.

I have no choice but to leave disappointed. According to nursery rhymes, "scouts" must go back and move "reinforcements". Sure enough, just now ants led an "ant army" to "kill" it.

They seem to revolve around cookies in a planned way, with a clear division of labor and little effort. The biscuits were "topped" by ants and slowly moved to the ant nest. Look at this battle: there are "pioneers" in front and "guards" behind, and the ants have won the legendary victory again! From these ants, I realized that "unity is strength".

7. composition topic: ah

Ah! I found dad's "vault"! "I found it! I found it! I found my father's' vault'. "

I whispered to my sister. "You brag, you can't find out, because dad's money belongs to mom, and dad has no money to hide."

Sister said. "It's money, I saw it with my own eyes."

I went on to say. "You said."

My sister looked at me doubtfully and squeezed these words out of her mouth. I cleared my throat and said, "At six o'clock this morning, I got up to pee and found my dad sneaking around in the living room. I quickly squatted down and hid behind the sofa to watch. I saw my father put a hundred-dollar bill through the gap behind the TV and then went to bed. I sneaked a look and found that there was really money in the gap. I didn't move and went to bed again. "

Hearing this, my sister ran to see it. If so, she smiled happily. After seven o'clock, my father got up, so I went to ask my father.

Dad wouldn't let me tell mom, so I promised dad. Because I know that my father's money will always be in my mother's hands, and my mother asks my father to be "justified" in his money, while my father's asking my mother for money is like a "loan", which requires not only repayment but also "interest".

Dad had no choice but to hide the money himself. I asked my sister to keep my father's secret, and my sister agreed.

Alas! Mom! You keep your father too tight. After I make money, I will give my dad money every month so that he can be handsome. I found that in the fourth grade, in a science class, the teacher told us that paper could be used as a pot to boil water.

After listening to it, I thought the teacher's words were ridiculous: how can paper be used as a pot? Didn't the paper burn before the water was hot? But the teacher is serious, not like lying to us. So I came home from school to do experiments to confirm the results.

Z I went to the coal house to find a wire, clamped it on a small shelf, then found a piece of paper, folded it into a "small basin", filled it with water, put it on the shelf, and then found a candle and put it under the shelf. Finally, I lit the candle. I stared at the water in the basin: two minutes later, the bottom of the basin was dark.

After two minutes, the water was a little hot. Two minutes later, a miracle happened-the water boiled! The paper is not broken! I can't believe my eyes. I checked several times, but the paper still didn't break! Ka, the success of this experiment has made my curiosity stronger. What is the reason? Why won't the paper break? I decided to find out! I came to the school library to check the information and finally found the answer: it turned out that the temperature was at work! Because the temperature required for paper to burn is 130 degrees, and water only needs 100 degrees, so the heat is completely absorbed by water, and the paper certainly can't burn! (phR)/ This experiment proves that what seems strange to you will not be strange as long as you try to find the answer! Qa! I found a way to do business. Many people will do business as adults, but my business experience began in the second grade.

The taste of doing business is fresh in my memory. In the second grade, the school turned the playground into a lively "flea market" for small businessmen to do business freely.

Hearing this news, my mother and I began to think hard, choose goods and advertise the store. We first designed the advertising words-choose "I" to ensure your satisfaction.

Then began to beautify the decoration, after some twists and turns, designed a rough but warm advertisement. The next day, I walked into the flea market with my advertisements and "small commodities" that I had treasured for many years.

At first I saw that everyone's business was deserted, and I was no exception. I don't even have half a customer. Just when I wanted to give up, an old lady came to have a look. Suddenly, her eyes fell on my hardcover version of Tinker Bell Cat. "yes."

While the iron was hot, I enthusiastically explained to her: "This book is very interesting, and the children like it very much ..." After listening to my explanation, the old woman had a smile on her face: "This story book is great, just right for my grandson. He will be very happy! How much is it! I bought it! " I saw the customer come to the door, blushing like a red apple, and shyly said, "1 yuan." "Wow, only 1 yuan, that's great! Here. "

At that time, my heart was full of joy and I was really happy. With a good start, I will be more energetic! I shouted, thinking about how to expand the momentum. I had a brainwave: why not have a prize sale? So, I picked up a pen, wrote "buy one get one free" on the sign, and then shouted: "Come and buy! Buy one and get one free until it's finished. It's now or never. "

Now my career is really in full swing, and I am too busy to breathe. Doing business is really interesting.

After the competition for the word "Shang Hai", I found a way to do business: first, to create momentum; Then we should provide customers with warm, meticulous and caring services; Finally, we should change the operation mode to stimulate the market. These truths have a good enlightening effect on my future life journey! I found spring. Spring has come quietly.

Although she hid well, we found her. On the soft and slender willow branches, among the flowers, in the flowing stream.

On a thousand miles of grass. On the soft slender willow branches, I found spring.

Look! She is devoting herself to directing the willow branches and directing them to jump out of a charming dance. Look! What a beautiful dance of willow branches! Like a butterfly, it shuttles between all kinds of beautiful and charming flowers.

Among the flowers, I found spring. She is decorating flowers! You see, Yingchun straightened up and let spring paint her delicate face with a faint yellow.

I skipped away after painting. Peach Blossom painted a layer of pink on her pink face, which looks lovely.

Rose sees the Spring Festival, and peach blossoms are painted with beautiful and lovely colors. She is busy asking Spring to paint her with the brightest color-red. After painting, she looks more noble and elegant.

I found spring in the gurgling stream. She is using the wonderful light in her body to melt the ice in the stream piece by piece.

Those ice cubes that have not been warmed struggle to move their bodies and cast begging eyes on spring. Spring understood, looked at this one for a while, and then looked at that one.

Soon, ice.