In the colorful years, everyone has some interesting firsts. The following is a 400 word weekly record of an interesting event organized by Xiao Bian.
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Reference, hope to help you! An interesting thing 400 word journal [1]
In the colorful childhood, many people have done stupid things, and I am no exception.
When I was young, I often heard from my grandmother that an airplane could take us to the blue sky and travel around the country. At that time, I thought that an airplane was a chicken that could fly into the sky.
One day, my grandmother was not at home. I picked up a handful of rice and walked quietly to the chicken coop. Seeing that the other chickens were asleep, only one rooster stood guard there. I waved millet in front of it, and stepped back. The cock had already felt that "delicious" was waving to it, so he walked forward step by step. When I came to the front yard, I sprinkled rice, and it ate rudely.
One minute, two minutes... no, it can't be eaten any more. I forced it to open, and it kept struggling and yelling, finally it was settled. Next is I ride it. I press it on the ground and ride it. The rooster was very reluctant. I was so angry that I hit its bottom with my hands, so it ran desperately. I thought that when it was preparing for flight, it grasped its hair tightly, and finally it made a 180 degree turn and shot me out at once.
At this time, Grandma came back. I saw all the chicken feathers on the ground. He helped me up and said, "The airplane is not a chicken raised by Grandma, but a machine invented by people
Now, when I grow up, whenever I see a plane in the sky, I often think of this interesting thing when I was a child.
An Interesting Thing 400 Word Weekly Record [2]
Summer vacation is a picture, describing our colorful life, happy, sad, unforgettable... I will say an interesting thing.
It was a sunny afternoon. When I was playing downstairs, I found an inconspicuous little thing - an ant. Naughty I bought a packet of biscuits, broke them into pieces and put them in front of the ants. I think the ants must be salivating, but the ants crawled away. A few minutes later, I found a "huge army" marching towards the biscuit on the way back from the ant! You push and I pull, and the biscuit is moving forward one millimeter by one millimeter. To reach the ant cave, we have to go through a "tunnel", which is not an easy thing. The "tunnel" entrance is too small. Although it takes a lot of effort, we still can't get in. But they were not discouraged and worked together all the time. None of the ants fled at the moment. Finally, the "giant" was finally transported to the cave by using one of the ants, the "leaf cutting ant", to break the biscuit into pieces. Look! They are "toasting"!
Through this incident, I know that ants will change their strategies when encountering difficulties, but they have always been united and persevering in the process of moving, and there will not be a "deserter", so they have achieved success. No one can deny the spirit of hard work of ants. Ants have spirit, and we humans should have it. We should constantly meet new challenges with high morale and confidence.
An interesting thing 400 word journal [3]
"Ah, yes, yes." My cousin raised her hands and shouted happily. I also danced: "Our experiment was successful“
Grandma bought me a lot of small guns, but my mother refused to explode them. She was always worried that I would not explode them, or that I would explode my new clothes, so my cousin and I secretly went to the river near Grandma's house to play with small guns.
I had a brainwave and said to my cousin, "Isn't Mom worried about us? Isn't it safe for us to throw the lighted cannon into the river?"
"But it may not sound in the water?" said my cousin worried.
I said, "It doesn't matter. Don't we know if we try?"
I rowed a small gun and threw it into the water. Because the time was not accurate, it sounded a long way from the water. I rowed another gun and threw it into the water. "Dong", a dull explosion, burst a flower on the water. Ha ha, our experiment succeeded.
At this time, my cousin said, "Brother, get out of the way, let me have a try." She threw one row at a time, and we ran quickly. "Plop", I looked back and saw that my cousin was lying on the ground crying. I ran to her and helped her up. She didn't throw the cannon into the river, but threw it at her own feet. My tears of laughter came down.
Although it has been half a year since this incident happened, I will laugh when I think about it, because it is so interesting to play with small guns.