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1. Description of an article, about 500 words. There is a craft on my desk-yacht.

This yacht is unique in shape, exquisite in structure, antique and has the national style of Venice, Italy. This gorgeous yacht is made of plastic, with a length of 40cm, a width of10cm and a height of15cm.

Consists of a hull and a base. The base is conical and red, with exquisite patterns on it.

The upper part is connected with the bottom of the ship. The bottom of the ship is black, the hull is golden and the bow is pointed.

There is a small light that can be loaded and unloaded between the engine room and the bow. This lamp is used for lighting at night.

Because this is a handicraft, there is no real light bulb in the lamp. There is a pedestal in front of the hut, and there is a dancing little man in the hole on the pedestal.

Although the villain looks small, he is exquisitely made. She is wearing a silver coat, a red dance skirt and a blue belt around her waist. She danced with her hands up.

Her upper body and legs are connected by two copper rings. My legs hung straight and hung in the air.

The cabin is the main part of the ship, with a three-dimensional trapezoid and a semicircular roof. The front, back, left and right walls are empty, and the borders are carved with patterns of different shapes and sizes. Some are fish-shaped, some are like flowers ... they are lifelike, lifelike.

Just like fish playing in the water, horses galloping on the grassland and flowers blooming among the flowers, this exquisite hut can be opened! There is a movable screw on the base of the two rear frames, which can lift the whole cover of the engine room. I think this is the device of the middle door of the engine room.

After lifting the lid, you can see a small box with rows of small chairs inside, and you can sit in the cabin and enjoy the water city of Venice. There are also eight small light bulbs hanging on the back of the hatch cover, just like upside-down wine bottles, with four colors of red, yellow, blue and green: 636F7079E79BEE5Ba6313336303139.

There is also a boatman standing at the stern. He is wearing a yellow hat and white trousers, with a blue ribbon on his collar and a red belt around his waist. He moves gracefully and holds the oars in both hands.

2. Introduction to the composition of the article: Since Cai Lun invented paper in the Eastern Han Dynasty, various writing tools-pens came into being.

The pen family flourished: brushes, pencils, ballpoint pens, pens ... These pens have produced various descendants, but pens are the most commonly used now. Pens can be regarded as a big category of pens.

According to the ink storage method, it can be divided into two types: dip pen and unsolicited pen. Dip pen, as the name implies, is to dip the pen tip in ink to write. Sometimes we just call it a dip pen.

Because of its unattractive appearance, simple structure, troublesome writing and inconvenient carrying, it has long since withdrawn from the historical stage. Now we use fountain pens that can store ink.

Because of its fluency, portability and low cost, it has become the favorite of many writers. Pens come in different shapes and colors, but they generally consist of a shell, a barrel, a nib and a cap. There is a small "ink bottle" bag in the pen tube. When absorbing ink, as long as you squeeze the capsule hard to expel air, and then insert it into the ink, the ink will be sucked in.

When writing, the ink in the capsule flows from the tongue to the nib. The nib is made of wear-resistant metal, which is thin and durable, unlike the feather tube, which will thicken if it is written too much. The most expensive part of a pen is the nib.

The nib is divided into three categories: gold nib, iridium nib and steel nib, of which gold nib is the best, iridium nib is the second, and steel nib is the second. The gold nib is made of gold mixed with silver and copper. The more copper, the harder the gold pen.

The iridium electrode tip and the steel electrode tip are made of stainless steel. Gold tip and iridium tip have small round particles, but steel tip does not.

This is why steel tips are not as durable as gold tips and iridium tips. That small round particle is iridium alloy, which is called "strong cathode agent" of metal. Very rare and very wear-resistant, it can withstand the scouring and corrosion of ink every day without being washed away.

This is also the secret of good durability of pens. -Pencil.-I'm an ordinary mechanical pencil.

The little master takes me to school every day, and uses me to calculate, draw, write and so on. However, I didn't always "follow" my master. My father and grandfather played a great role.

Let's talk about my grandfather first! I'm afraid there is no one who doesn't know my grandfather. At that time, my grandfather could buy it everywhere. Even now, someone is using him.

However, compared with me, grandpa is still very backward. Well, I won't do it either. My grandfather is a famous wooden pencil. You will definitely say, "What's the big deal about wooden pencils!" Don't underestimate my grandfather, he is an indispensable writing tool for people in previous years! Grandpa is made of wood, with a refill in the middle and painted green or various colors outside.

Grandpa's refill is made of lead. Cut it out and sharpen it when you buy it. Cut it again when it's used up. You can buy it after cutting it. It's inconvenient, but it's the only way. Year after year, day after day, grandpa is old and it's time to retire. At this time, my father took over my grandfather's position.

My father is much more advanced than my grandfather, but there is still a certain gap with me. During the years of working for the young master, the young master liked him very much. Dad is more beautiful and convenient than grandpa. Although expensive, he is still loved by people.

Dad's "working principle is simple: put a lead as thick as a ballpoint pen core and cut the lead on the pencil sharpener at the top of the pen cap." This is much more convenient than grandpa's, as long as you change the lead at any time, it will be OK, and it will be much more affordable than grandpa's buying it after using it.

But gradually, dad's problems also came out. The speed is slow, the pen is cut too much and black, and the young master loses confidence in his father because he can't wash it clean. Slowly, I appeared in the little master's pencil box, and my father retired like my grandfather.

I have a nice name: mechanical pencil. As the name implies, I am of course automatic, but the principle of "work" is not much different from my father's.

Put the lead in, press the top cap and the lead will come out. However, being called "mechanical pencil" is of course different, and the secret lies in this lead ... What's the difference between this clue? Tell you, my lead is dozens of times thinner than my father's and my grandfather's, and I don't need to cut it. Just put it on. I am more popular with customers than my father and grandfather.

Like my father, I have shortcomings, a life-saving shortcoming. I like to break the lead. As long as I work hard, the lead will be broken. For this reason, the young master didn't work hard on me. However, convenience is convenience, and benefits are benefits, and no one can compare with it.

Life is made up of changes, and our life is changing with each passing day. I believe that one day I will walk into the window of history, where there will be my son and grandson to help mankind move towards a more developed and better new era! = = = = = = = = = = = = Eraser Hi! Hello everyone! I am an eraser. I believe everyone is familiar with me, especially primary school students. I am their good helper, because I always lend them a helping hand when they need help, and keep their exercise books clean.

I am happy to help them, but sometimes I feel sad, because some children don't care about me at all, and they hurt me intentionally or unintentionally. Sometimes I feel really painful, because some children often peel my skin with their little hands and even poke me with a pen, which makes me ache all over. They made me black and ugly, so they threw me away, and soon they got a new eraser-my companion. But when they used my companion again, they were all hurt, either breaking them into pieces or peeling their skins into small pieces with their little hands. Every eraser was black and blue and then scratched.

Now the erasers have been fed up and protested unanimously! Son, don't you want the world to never have war and peace? Then please live in peace with erasers and cherish them, not to mention they are your good helpers. = = = = = = = = = = = = = I have a beautiful pink kitty cat ballpoint pen, which my aunt bought for me when she went to Hong Kong. Although it is very small, there are actually several colors in its belly, such as gray, red, green, blue and pink. Hey, look carefully, or ...

3. Write a 500-word composition with articles commonly used in daily life. There are two combs in the drawer, an ebony comb and an ordinary red plastic comb.

He gave me this ebony comb. When we met that year, he gave me such an expensive gift, 179 yuan, which was almost half of his living expenses.

The handle of ebony comb has his stitch: "9520", which is his code name. When he was studying in Hubei, his dormitory ranked Laojiu, and May 20th was his birthday.

He clicked "9520" with a needle, and I don't know how much effort it took. I once asked him the meaning of sending a comb.

He said it was simple, that is, to grow old together. He carved his code name on it, hoping to stay with me all the time.

I was shocked by his answer. I seem to have gained infinite strength, holding this comb to show off everywhere. But I am extremely stingy.

The ebony comb belongs only to me. If others borrow it, I will feel very uncomfortable and think that they are robbing me of this happiness, and I will flatly refuse. I love it carefully, even reluctant to use it, it exudes a faint fragrance, it is dark, and there is a silent beauty.

The ebony comb was damaged later, because it was soaked in water for too long, and its horns were all curled. Such carelessness makes me constantly blame myself and cherish it. Ebony comb should witness his promise and our love.

The red comb that has been useless is in my collection. Every time I move, I never leave it behind.

It's very ordinary, there is nothing special, but I brought it back from my hometown and my mother bought it for me. If I remember correctly, it should be bought by my mother in the second day of junior high school.

This comb has a long handle, but the comb used at home is not, because my mother has short hair. I should have reflected my request to her, and she remembered it, and satisfied me in time when I began to understand beauty.

I took this comb and went to junior high school and high school until my junior year. I haven't changed, just because I'm used to it.

After he gave me the ebony comb, I found that the red comb was as old as my mother. The comb is like a baton, and my mother gave it to him to continue to love me.

My mother is old, but I am getting farther and farther away. She wants to take care of her, but she can't. She can't go to school to find a classroom and send me an umbrella, clothes and meals as before. Seeing these people who came with me, I feel that I haven't gone too far, but I can still have this touch and care for the love again and again in my life with gratitude.

I have a beautiful pencil box, which is a birthday present from my father. That pencil box is sky blue and rectangular. There is a small bag outside the box. There are several small houses on the schoolbag and some green trees beside it. There are some clusters of wild flowers and bushes on the ground. There is also a kitten in the bush over there. The macro world is lying on the grass biting its little white tail. There is a puppy squatting on the tree, as if guarding the whole place.

When you open the pencil case, you can see at a glance that it is a foldable three-tier drawer. There are different levels inside. There are a pair of big red bookshelves in the room on the top floor. I usually lie on the ground. When I want to use it, as long as I pull it with my hand, it will reach out and help me hold the book for me to read. In this way, even if you want to write something while reading, you don't have to bother. It's much simpler. There is also a small room where you can put an eraser. Although the room is small, it is exquisite. Pencils, pens, fountain pens and ballpoint pens are placed on the middle floor ... When I want to use pens, I just need to open the room and they will let me choose and use them. On the third floor, that's the room for rulers and tape measures. Usually, I don't use them much. So, they sleep all day. When I need them, they will come out to cooperate with me and help me finish my homework.

My pencil box is like a big family. The eraser, ruler, pen and pencil are all members of this big family. They all cooperated with each other to help me with the same homework. Wherever I go, I will take it with me. It really became my good partner.

I love my pencil box.

5.500 words to introduce the composition of an article 500 words to introduce the composition of an article Let me answer the question: Pay attention to the Bing Ling yo 20 19-02- 17 pencil case. I have a beautiful pencil case.

My sister bought it for me on New Year's Day this year. Its appearance is sky blue.

There is a picture on the box. There is a schoolbag in the picture.

There is a small house, several green trees and a naughty kitten beside the bag. The kitten bit its tail and played.

There is a big cat next to it, which may be the mother of a kitten. It just sat there, motionless, as if thinking about something.

Open the pencil case and you will see that it is a foldable three-layer pencil case. When it is closed, it will automatically fold, and when it is opened, it will automatically present three floors, like three floors.

There is a red shelf in the room on the top floor Usually, it lies on the ground. When it stood up, it correctly clamped the book with two clamps in the basement, so that I could read and study more conveniently. On the middle floor, there are pencils, pens, ballpoint pens and erasers.

When I want to use a pen, I can easily take out the stationery I need by tilting the pencil box slightly. I put the tape measure and ruler in the room on the first floor.

Usually I lie in it and sleep. When I need them, they will come forward to help me with my work and finish my homework.

My pencil-box seems to be a big family. Pens, pencils, rulers and erasers are all members of this big family. They cooperated with each other to help me complete my study task. Follow me to school every day.

Follow me home every day and do my homework with me. My pencil box is too good.

Therefore, I love my pencil box.

6. A 500-word composition introducing the article was originally published by Baiyang800.

Description name of an article: _ _ _ _ _ _ pen I have a good partner. He is tall and thin, like a spear. He is wearing a blue shirt, a pair of green jeans and sunglasses, which is absolutely cool. Although he looks handsome, in fact, he has been serving us. He is a pen. He loves school, so he gets up early every day to accompany me to school. He stayed in his schoolbag and told stories and played games with his ruler brother, correction fluid sister, pencil box aunt and pencil sister. He's so happy. He doesn't eat or drink all day. Sometimes I wonder if he is ill. He is loyal and follows me everywhere. He loves writing, composition, homework and painting. When I need him, he will come up to me as if to say, "Little master, use me." I will not hesitate to pick him up with a stroke of my hand. He was exhausted when I finished, but he didn't say a word. He is like a great writer, writing a composition without saying a few strokes, let alone drawing, like an artist. He loves knowledge and listens carefully in class. He lay quietly on grandpa Ben, listening to the teacher, just like a doctor. When I came home from school, I was doing my homework and a math problem stumped me. I ran to watch TV with a pen. The pen was angry and knocked on my head as if to remind me that "I can't do my homework half-heartedly." I immediately rushed to turn off the TV and do my homework. Thank you, pen, you are my friend and my confidant! The small desk lamp is in the upper left corner of my desk, and there is a "Hua Xiong" desk lamp. This desk lamp has been with me for several years. It has a dark green lampshade, a dimming button and a master switch. Whenever I need enough light to do my homework and study, as long as I press the switch, the soft and bright light will illuminate my desk and immerse me in a bright light. When I accidentally pulled the lampshade too high

7. Write a composition of 500 words and two combs for common items in daily life.

There are two combs in the drawer, an ebony comb and an ordinary red plastic comb.

He gave me this ebony comb. When we met that year, he gave me such an expensive gift, 179 yuan, which was almost half of his living expenses.

The handle of ebony comb has his stitch: "9520", which is his code name. When he was studying in Hubei, his dormitory ranked Laojiu, and May 20th was his birthday. He clicked "9520" with a needle, and I don't know how much effort it took.

I once asked him the meaning of sending a comb. He said it was simple, that is, to grow old together. He carved his code name on it, hoping to stay with me all the time.

I was shocked by his answer. I seem to have gained infinite strength, holding this comb to show off everywhere. But I am extremely stingy. The ebony comb belongs only to me. If others borrow it, I will feel very uncomfortable and think that they are robbing me of this happiness, and I will flatly refuse.

I love it carefully, even reluctant to use it, it exudes a faint fragrance, it is dark, and there is a silent beauty. The ebony comb was damaged later, because it was soaked in water for too long, and its horns were all curled. Such carelessness makes me constantly blame myself and cherish it.

Ebony comb should witness his promise and our love.

The red comb that has been useless is in my collection. Every time I move, I never leave it behind. It's very ordinary, there is nothing special, but I brought it back from my hometown and my mother bought it for me.

If I remember correctly, it should be bought by my mother in the second day of junior high school. This comb has a long handle, but the comb used at home is not, because my mother has short hair. I should have reflected my request to her, and she remembered it, and satisfied me in time when I began to understand beauty.

I took this comb and went to junior high school and high school until my junior year. I haven't changed, just because I'm used to it. After he gave me the ebony comb, I found that the red comb was as old as my mother.

The comb is like a baton, and my mother gave it to him to continue to love me. My mother is old, but I am getting farther and farther away. She wants to take care of her, but she can't. She can't go to school to find a classroom and send me an umbrella, clothes and meals as before.

Seeing these people who came with me, I feel that I haven't gone too far, but I can still have this touch and care for the love again and again in my life with gratitude.

8. Introduce an article composition (explanatory text, 500 words in my bedroom)

My little bedroom is so warm!

Look, how exquisite the trinkets on the door are. Golden yellow and lux are intertwined, beautiful and exquisite. Above the door, there is a photo with my name written on it. This is an artistic word. What birds, flowers, leaves, blend together to form a wonderful picture.

The most conspicuous thing in the bedroom is my cot. This bed is about 40 centimeters high. Cartoon patterns are printed on the sheets, the pillows are light green, and a few small white dogs wag their tails and play on the grass on the pillows, with a big four-pointed star embedded in the middle, which looks shiny. Generally speaking, the whole cot is full of lively atmosphere.

Next to the cot is a writing desk. The stationery on the desk is neat. The purple satin eye protection desk lamp gives off bright light in the dark. On the stationery shelf, there are all kinds of learning tools such as pencils, pens and rulers. There is also a silly little doll on the lovely train pencil sharpener, snoring against the window! By the way, I almost forgot the teddy bear. If I do something good, the teddy bear will smile at me. If I do something bad, the teddy bear will still laugh, but I always feel that its smile is unnatural and even a little angry, which is very different from doing something good!

The bookcase is the source of my knowledge. Books full of three bookcases. There are Andersen's fairy tales,100,000 why and 65,438+008 stories of great men-about 300 books. Every time I encounter a problem, I always rummage through the bookcase. Every time I rummage through the bookcase, I always find the right answer. In addition, when I write a composition, the books in the bookcase will help me write excellent articles. Therefore, there must be a bookcase in my bedroom.

On the balcony of the bedroom, there are three pots of flowers and plants. They are responsible for purifying the air. I take care of them, too

There are two curtains in my bedroom. There are shining stars and a curved moon on the big curtain. There is a deep blue under the big curtain, which is the blue of the night sky. The small curtains are light and fluttering, and the color is moonlight, which is more elegant.

There is a lamp hanging on the ceiling of the bedroom. This lamp is beautiful. Around the purple line are three small lights, red, yellow and green. In the evening, this lamp illuminates my bedroom, so I especially cherish it.

My bedroom is my sweet little world and my happy little home. I love my bedroom!

I hope it will help you, and I hope it will be adopted. Thank you ~

9. I like my pencil case very much, because my mother bought it for me on my birthday.

A delicate purple cloth bag, embedded with a lavender rose, seems to spit out fragrance at any time. There is a lovely Minnie next to the flower, smiling and waving to me! Every time I see it, I always see such a picture: Minnie walks into a big garden, which is full of all kinds of flowers, such as peony, clivia, rose, and even the lotus in the water. It's really beautiful. Minnie couldn't help humming a song slowly, went straight to a budding purple rose, gently put her nose together and sucked its fragrance, which made me envy her. Actually, it helps me a lot!

Once, the teacher assigned a composition, and I struggled to find the material. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around. Just when I was frustrated and wanted to give up, I looked up and saw my pencil case. Roses seem to be a sedative. Seeing this, my restless heart suddenly calmed down. By this time, I had raised my eyebrows, began to imagine gracefully, and successfully completed my composition, which was praised by my teacher.

My pencil box is not only beautiful, it can make me study hard and it is very practical.

It is divided into two parts. A big pocket contains pencils, rulers, erasers, knives and markers, and a small pocket contains my two favorite pens. They are all my good partners.

Look, this is my pencil box. I like it very much!

10. The world of writing articles in 400 words is colorful, and every little thing is smart and lovely. Innocent children have their own favorite little things, like their eyes, like their playful and lovely appearance. Of course I am no exception!

There are many things I like at home, among which my favorite is my piggy bank. Because it's a birthday present from my father.

My piggy bank is exquisite. It's a cute little golden pig. A pair of big round eyes, long eyelashes and a big belly. It seems to remind us that its stomach can hold a lot of money. I insist on putting pocket money in to make the pig's stomach bigger and happier.

Once, I came home from school. Mom and dad are out. I do my homework at home alone. I found my notebook used up. Then I looked up and saw little golden pig. It looked at me with a smile. I have an idea. I quickly took out a dollar from the pig's stomach to buy books. I finally finished my homework. When my parents came back, I told them about it. Mom said that this is how you form good habits and help you solve problems. Little golden pig will come in handy. After listening to my mother's words, my heart is beautiful.

Last year, the people of Sichuan suffered a strong earthquake. People all over the country donated money. Our school also held a large-scale donation activity. I didn't ask my mother for money. Instead, 350 yuan money was taken from the golden pig and donated to the disaster area. Little golden pig's stomach is empty. But I feel very satisfied, because this is my love and strength.

It can be seen from these two things that the piggy bank has helped me a lot. So I will continue to develop the good habit of saving money. Let it play a greater role. My piggy bank, I love you!

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My friend, a tumbler, left it to me when my grandfather died, and it is still on my desk. It happened when I was a child.

When I was three years old, my grandfather fell ill and died. I chased a white butterfly in the yard before I died. I accidentally tripped over a stone when I was chasing, and then I fell to the ground and cried. At this time, grandpa came over and gently threw the tumbler in his hand to the ground. The tumbler was so funny that he forgot the pain for a while and stopped crying at the same time. Grandpa squatted down to help me up and said earnestly, "Look, how great this tumbler is! Every time you knock it down, it can stand up on its own. You should learn from it! " After listening to grandpa's words, I pushed his hand away and said, "I can do it myself without your help." I finally stood up bravely and patted the dirt on my body, as if demonstrating to my grandfather. You can see me. Grandpa smiled, laughing so happily. Seeing grandpa laughing so happily, I smiled, made a face at grandpa, picked up the tumbler on the ground and said to grandpa naughtily, "This tumbler is mine." Grandpa said, "This is for you." Suddenly, I stopped laughing, because I remembered that Grandpa was still ill. In order to make grandpa stop worrying, I can go back to the house and have a rest. I said loudly, "I'm fine. I'll be as strong as a tumbler, grandpa." Don't worry! " Grandpa saw that I was really okay and went back to the house to rest. Looking at grandpa's back, I thought, "If only grandpa could recover soon!" " Grandpa could play with me every day at that time. It's a pity that grandpa died a few days after this incident.

Grandpa left, but he left the tumbler to me. Yes, how strong the tumbler is. He can stand up bravely every time he falls. From then on, whenever I fall down and can't get up, I will think of the tumbler left by my grandfather, and I will get up strong every time I think of it.

The tumbler is round and short. Its overall color is red, its face is flesh-colored, its round head has a pair of big eyes staring straight, so radiant, and its beard on its mouth is inclined and black.

Whenever I fall, I will bravely get up, because then I will remember what the tumbler and grandpa once said to me.

Once, I put my beloved tumbler in my pocket and went out to play with my friends. When I played too hard with my friends, I forgot the danger. I only care about my eyes, not my feet. As a result, I tripped over a big stone and fell to the ground, causing tears to fall. My friend came to comfort me and said, "Stop crying and let us help you up." He held out his hand to me, but I turned a blind eye and continued to cry. As soon as the tumbler knew when he slipped out of his pocket and stood in front of me, I saw it and immediately remembered what my grandfather had said to me before his death. Yes, I should be strong. I want to overcome the pain and get up bravely. I can't live up to grandpa's expectations. I crustily skin of head got up and continued to play with my friends.

I don't know how many difficulties I have encountered and how many times I have fallen, but I will always overcome them and get up strong. Because of the company of the tumbler, I will always remember grandpa's words, please rest assured.