Writing an essay on the process of making sandbags

1. The process and composition of making sandbags (350 words)

350-word essay on making sandbags 1: Making sandbags (320 words)

Everyone sews with their own hands Have you tried sandbags? If you have never sewed before, you should ask me, a veteran, for advice!

The materials needed to learn how to sew sandbags are: scissors, fabric, needle, thread and rice.

We first cut the fabric into six square pieces with scissors; then use needle and thread to sew the wrong sides of the fabric together; but be careful: when dividing the last piece of fabric, leave a small hole. ; Then, we use this small hole to turn the fabric from the wrong side to the front, which is beautiful and strong; then, we need to put the rice in one by one; finally, we sew the remaining small holes with thread . In this way, a beautiful and strong sandbag is ready!

Also, when you sew sandbags, don’t make the holes between the threads too big, but make them densely packed so that the rice won’t leak out. Instead of rice, you can use sand, rice, millet, corn, pebbles...

I'll stop here first. If you still don't understand a question, you can come to me and ask me at any time, and I'll be with you at any time. 2. Composition on how to make sandbags

On Sunday, the teacher asked us to make sandbags.

I asked my mother to help find needles, threads, cloth, and scissors, and we started making sandbags. While my mother was telling me how to make sandbags, she folded the cloth in half, drew a square about 1 square decimeter on the cloth, and asked me to cut it out according to the marked line, and then cut it into two circular pieces of cloth.

Mom then aligned the two round pieces of fabric facing inward and asked me to sew. I quickly picked up the needle and thread, followed my mother's example, licked the end of the thread, and then drilled into the needle hole.

However, the thread is like a little ant, refusing to get into small holes. So, I took a deep breath, held my breath, and finally put the thread through, quickly tied a knot on the other end of the thread, and then started sewing stitch by stitch.

However, the needle was like an earthworm scurrying around, not sticking in the place I specified. I sewed and sewed, and accidentally pricked my finger with the needle. It hurt so much that I threw the sandbag on the ground and didn't want to do it anymore.

However, I looked at my mother’s encouraging eyes and thought that I should not give up halfway, so I persisted. I was about to sew to the end, and my mother suddenly told me to stop. I saw her turning the cloth out from the small opening left by the sewing, and a small round bag with green background and white flowers appeared in front of my eyes.

I asked my mother if I wanted to pack sand, and my mother said to use rice instead of sand. After my mother put some rice into the bag, she asked me to sew the small opening closed. You see, a sandbag was ready like this.

I kicked it a few times, and it was very suitable. Looking at the exquisite sandbag in my hand, I felt extremely happy. 3. Composition on making sandbags

On Sunday, I decided to make sandbags with my mother.

Mom found needles, threads, cloth, scissors and a ballpoint pen, and we started making sandbags. Mom asked me to see how she did it first.

I saw my mother fold the cloth in half first, then draw a circle on the cloth, fold it in half again, and cut it into four circular pieces of cloth. My mother aligned the two circular pieces of cloth facing each other, then picked up the threaded needle and carefully sewed along the edges of the two circular pieces of cloth. While sewing, she told me that I must align the upper and lower layers of cloth. In this way The sandbags produced are beautiful.

My mother sewed the two pieces of cloth together in a circle, and she also left a small hole specially. I asked strangely: "What is the use of leaving this small hole?" Mom said, "Wait a minute. You'll find out later." I thought for a while and said, "Mom, I know this small hole must be used to hold sand."

Mom smiled and said, "You guessed it." Then she turned the cloth out of the small hole, and a small round bag with green background and white flowers appeared in front of my eyes.

I asked my mother if I wanted to go to the river to load the sand. My mother said it was too far, so I would use rice instead. After my mother put some rice into the bag, she sewed the holes shut and a sandbag was made.

Seeing my mother make such a beautiful sandbag for a person, I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I sewed the sandbag like my mother. The needle and cloth were very obedient in my mother’s hands, but in my hands They are disobedient. The two pieces of cloth were slippery in my hands.

When I sewed, the lower piece always failed to sew, and neither did the needle. I left it in this position. It insists on sewing in that position.

With the help of my mother, I finally sewed the sandbag. Seeing that there was no difference between my sandbags and my mother's sandbags, I exclaimed happily, "Yeah, it worked, I can make sandbags." 4. How to write an essay about making sandbags

Making sandbags Saturday afternoon, Suddenly, on a whim, I recalled the wonderful life of playing with sandbags in kindergarten three years ago, and now I feel like playing.

But the sandbags my mother made for me have been broken by my cousin. I told my mother about this in detail, and she said: "It doesn't matter, I will make another one for you tonight.

I said: "No, you don't have time. I want to learn how to make one myself. Please teach me!" "My mother agreed. I quickly prepared: scissors.

Cloth. Needle and thread.

A pile of sand. The preparations are done, and we are about to start making sandbags.

First, I cut a piece of thread about 80 centimeters in preparation for threading the needle, but I was immediately stumped by the fact that the needle’s eye was too small to pass through.

Suddenly, I rolled my eyes. After thinking about how my mother threaded the needle, I followed her example and licked the thread with my tongue, then squinted my eyes and carefully passed the thread through the eye of the needle. It took a lot of effort! Then I drilled the thread through the eye of the needle, and the work of threading the needle was finally done.

Then I chose a beautiful piece of floral cloth, folded the cloth in half, and then passed the needle tip through the edge of the cloth. ***, when I couldn’t pull it out anymore, I sewed up and down the thread where the needle was threaded. After a long time, I finished sewing the first edge. I followed the same method to sew the second edge. It was sewn, and the stitches looked like a row of small ants. Finally, I started to fill the sand. Since the hole was too small, the sand couldn't fit in, so I took a funnel and put the smaller end of the funnel inside the mouth of the bag. Then put the sand into the big mouth of the funnel. After a while, the bag was bulging, and I sewed up the mouth where the sand was filled.

In this way, a sandbag was ready. Looking at such beautiful sandbags, I shouted "Yeah" with success. I can make sandbags.

"Although the sandbags I made are not as fine as those made by my mother, I am still very happy." I deeply understand that sewing is not an easy task. 5. A 300-word essay on making sandbags, by myself, fifth grade

I don’t know if this is for fifth grade, but it’s almost 400 words. I’m posting this for reference only.

Making sandbags for the first time

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Today, I am going to work with my mother to make a beautiful sandbag.

When I got home from school, I immediately pestered my mother to make sandbags with me, and my mother readily agreed. I happily brought needles, threads, floral fabrics and rice. The materials were ready and let’s start work! Mom first took out a piece of floral cloth, which was not too big or too small, and folded it in half, so that the cloth became a square. I held the needle in my left hand and the thread in my right hand, staring at the tiny pinhole without blinking. Unfortunately, I didn't go through it the first time. The thread always seemed to be against me and refused to listen to me. if. But I was not discouraged and continued to thread the needle. Finally, my hard work paid off. When I threaded the needle for the third time, the thread passed through the needle hole obediently. The next step was the most complicated sewing of sandbags. Although it seemed simple, it was actually very complicated. It’s difficult. I still know nothing about sewing sandbags! So, I had to ask my mother to show me a demonstration first. I saw my mother turning the square-shaped floral cloth upside down, with the side with flowers on the inside and the side without flowers on the outside. I had no choice but to patiently read on to see what the secret was. After a while, my mother sewed both sides of the floral cloth.

I was so happy and praised my ingenuity. Although the process of making sandbags was very hard, I still felt it was worth it when I saw this unique sandbag! I'm going to play with sandbags! 6. How to write a composition about making sandbags

Making Sandbags

On Saturday afternoon, I suddenly recalled the wonderful life of playing with sandbags in the kindergarten three years ago, and now I feel like playing. But the sandbags my mother made for me have been broken by my cousin. I told my mother about this in detail, and she said: "It doesn't matter, I will make another one for you tonight." I said: "No, you are not free, I want to learn to make one myself, please teach me!" Mom agreed. I quickly prepared: scissors. cloth. sewing. A pile of sand. The preparations are done and it’s time to start making sandbags.

First, I cut a piece of thread about 80 centimeters in preparation for threading the needle, but I was immediately stumped by the needle threading. The eye of the needle is too small to pass through. Suddenly, I rolled my eyes and thought about how my mother threaded the needle. Then I followed my mother's example and licked the thread with my tongue, then squinted my eyes and carefully passed the thread through the eye of the needle. Hard work pays off! It took me a lot of effort to get the thread through the eye of the needle, and the work of threading the needle was finally done.

Then I chose a beautiful piece of floral cloth, folded the cloth in half, then passed the needle tip through the edge of the cloth, and then pulled it out until I couldn't pull it out anymore, and then put the needle through it. I sewed up and down the thread like this. After a long time, I sewed the first edge. I sewed the second edge in the same way. The stitches were like a row of ants.

Finally, I started loading the sand. Because the hole was too small, the sand couldn’t fit in, so I took a funnel, put the smaller end of the funnel inside the mouth of the bag, and then put the sand into the larger end of the funnel. After a while, the bag was filled with bulges in the mouth, and I sewed up the mouth where the sand was filled. Just like that, a sandbag was ready. Looking at such a beautiful sandbag, I shouted happily, "Yeah" it was a success. I can make sandbags. "Although the sandbags I made are not as thin as those made by my mother, I am still very happy. I deeply understand that sewing is not an easy task.

7. How to write a composition about making sandbags

Yesterday, Teacher Zhang assigned a strange homework, which was to bring a needle, thread, scissors and cloth.

Huh? What is the connection between these things and composition? Who knows what kind of medicine Teacher Zhang sells in his gourd? Could it be that he wants us to sew sandbags and embroider calligraphy? This morning, I came to the classroom full of questions and couldn't wait for a satisfactory answer. After a while, Teacher Zhang walked into the classroom full of excitement but slowly. She deliberately played it off and said, "I want you to bring these things..." Teacher Zhang paused deliberately, and then said, "Look for them." The subject of the composition, you can do it yourself and see if you can do it..." Before he finished speaking, everyone was busy.

I wanted to make a sandbag. I first cut off a piece of yellow thread and started threading the needle. I pouted, stared, and threaded it lightly, and it "threaded" it through confidently. I let go of the needle, but unexpectedly it "broke". It slipped from the yellow thread and fell to the ground. I picked up the needle and saw that it was my eyes that deceived me. Who can you blame? I had no choice but to continue threading it, but I always felt that the eye of the needle was too small and the thread was too thick, so I couldn’t thread it in. I started to blame myself and even wanted to give up. However, there seemed to be a voice in my heart that kept saying: “Little master, don’t give up, don’t give up halfway. Find the problem and you can do it!" I quickly embarked on the third challenge. I found that there was a lot of hair inside the thread that was cut by the scissors. These "naughty" hairs "ran" out and "blocked" the way, so I couldn't thread it in. I have experience, so I licked the thread with my mouth first. Rubbing the tip, I opened my left eye and closed my right eye, quickly put it on, and finally got it through! In order to prevent the thread from slipping off the cloth, I tied a knot at the end of the thread, but the knot was difficult to tie. I wound the thread left and right. The knot was not tied properly, but the thread was wrapped around my finger. .

After listening to the teacher’s explanation, I suddenly understood, quickly untied the thread in my hand, and plunged into the fierce “knot-tying battle” again. I followed the teacher's example and straightened the thread. I took one end of the thread and wrapped it around my left finger three times. I rubbed it gently with my thumb, hooked it with my index finger, and buckled it with my middle finger. I pulled the thread hard on both ends with both hands, and a knot was formed. Finished.

Everything is ready, it’s time to sew the sandbag bag. I picked up the needle and started sewing confidently. I held the cloth in my left hand and the needle in my right hand. I passed the first stitch very stiffly. As soon as the needle passed through, I felt a sharp pain. I quickly dropped the needle, thread and cloth. , pinched the painful fingers tightly, and after a while, a "red stream" broke out of the skin. It turned out that the needle had broken my finger.

I used to watch my mother sew very easily. Her hands "flyed" like butterflies, and her needle and thread shuttled back and forth like a bird. It was very easy. I didn't expect it to be so difficult. It seems like doing one thing Looks easier than done! I wiped the blood with paper, endured the pain and continued to sew, but the needle was very straight and could not turn, so I had to sew thinly. A sudden thought occurred to me: Wouldn't it be OK to sew with a paper clip? But not now. I sewed it up in a while, but the thread was very thin, and even one rubber was missing. How could I put sand in it? I had to sew in the gap again to reinforce it, and finally I could fill it with sand. After a while, the sand returned to the warehouse, but this time there was not a single particle missing.

At this moment, I really feel a sense of accomplishment.