Weekly Journal for Elementary School Students 300 Words My Sniper Rifle

Last weekend, I played a balloon shooting game in the park. I shot 10 rounds, broke 6 balloons and got a small gift, I was so happy. This shooting made me like toy guns, and I was very eager to have a gun of my own. In my repeated requests, my father finally bought me a 98K sniper rifle.

The moment I received the gun, I was ecstatic, happy as a happy bird, jumping and jumping. I assembled the gun according to the instructions in the manual, and then couldn't wait to load and shoot.

I used the scope to lock the target - not far from the plastic glasses, pull the trigger. The bullet missed the glasses. Instead of hitting the glasses, the bullet craters the wall. "What's going on here? I'm clearly on target, right?" I asked myself. Oh! It turns out that at the moment of pulling the trigger, my hand shook, so I missed the target. I stared at the target again, my left hand held the gun steadily, my right hand quickly pulled the trigger, the bullet drew a perfect arc, accurately hitting the target. Splat! The plastic glasses were blown away and fell to the ground, making a crack.

At this point, I seemed to be a valiant sniper, with the joy of victory, raised his rifle, shouted, "I hit it!"

98K sniper rifle, my favorite!