In daily study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. The following is a 600-word composition I compiled for you. I hope I can help you. Welcome to browse and read!
A 600-word writer's composition in the second day of junior high school 1 Recently, the teacher just changed the position, and I sat with the "sister" of Arowana. Arowana's sister is a boy. As for the name "sister", it is probably because of his fragile little bones and his "sissy"! It's just that I called him "Arowana" at first, and I don't know when he became the "sister" of Arowana.
To say the characteristics of arowana, the most prominent is his orchid finger. Whenever pointing to someone or something, arowana always likes to show his orchid fingers to his classmates. The delicate and white fingers are slowly raised, the thumb and middle finger naturally lean together, and the whole hand is turned over. Coupled with his strange tone, he is simply a little sister, which arouses people's desire for protection! But in my eyes, there is an unspeakable sense of disobedience. When Arowana fiddled with his "jade hand", some naughty classmates always laughed at him and learned the tone and movements of Arowana, but they said, "Your orchid refers to the realm that girls can't reach." I always thought this sentence was funny.
Not the kui is a "feminine" arowana, even his warm and kind character has been fully reflected in him. I remember running, the weather was not very hot, but I was chubby and stayed. Arowana picked up the notebook and fanned it. Although it is his own wind, I can see that he is helping me dispel some of the heat. Later he bought a bottle of mineral water and handed it to me without saying anything. At that time, I was just surprised that he was so kind to me. After all, I once played a joke on him.
Arowana's grades are very good, and she is among the best in her class. She is the top student in the whole school. China people, he has a beautiful writing style; Mathematics, he has reverse thinking; English, he is the spokesman of perseverance and perseverance; Physics, it is like a robot with explosive potential at any time; History, he seems to be a timetable from ancient times to the present ... I especially envy his words, which are very "floating". The chic and powerful font makes people feel relaxed and happy, and people can't help but imagine how chic and masculine the person who wrote this font is. Unfortunately, reality always runs counter to people's imagination.
Maybe my understanding of him should not only stay on "weakness"!
Write a 600-word composition 2 in the second day of junior high school. Black hair hangs over her shoulders, and her delicate face is like a goose egg. Personalized arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes like obsidian, watery, black and white. Like a deep pool. At first glance, people are immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves and difficult to ponder. Under Joan's small nose, there is a talkative cherry mouth, the color of which is like a peach. Moist and watery, people can't help but want to kiss Fang Ze. Ice muscle jade bone, white and tender skin as smooth as freshly peeled eggs. Bright eyes and white teeth, pure and clean, gorgeous figure, the whole person has a green like a green apple. These characteristics make up my sister, Gu Nanyuan, and the school flower.
My sister is not only beautiful, but also among the best in grades, which makes the teacher proud of her. From grade one to grade eight, my sister can get a scholarship at the end of each semester. Every time I mention my sister to my relatives, my parents will feel honored. My sister's handwriting is beautiful, like petals. The fragrance spreads far and wide, becoming more and more delicate. Every calligraphy competition, my sister can shine brilliantly and win the first prize every time. My sister is also versatile, and her dancing is amazing. Graceful figure, clear face and white shirt, dyed black hair, elegant color, if fairy, like water, like an elf coming from a dream. My sister is gentle and kind. I remember one time, I failed the exam and was beaten by my father with a hanger. Later, I lay motionless in bed. At that moment, the grievances in my heart were unwilling to come out in an instant. My nose is sour, my eyes are red, and two lines of clear tears quietly come down. It was my sister at that time, and she came late. Medicine for me, at that moment, the image of my sister became great in my heart again.
This is my sister, beautiful and gentle. Do you want to have such a sister? Hey, hey, no way, this is my sister! This is my unique sister, and I love my sister!
Sitting on the warm balcony that day and looking out was a completely different scene. The cold wind blows gently, and the garbage is everywhere. I looked to one side and I haven't recovered yet.
I suddenly rushed to the bedroom, picked up my clothes and ran out. Dad asked me where to go. I said do something good and rushed downstairs. Just now my father came to the balcony and looked out with my eyes. He saw a woman dressed in yellow trying to sweep the floor, but it was all in vain. Father smiled and said, "Xiao Xin, finally grown up."
It was so cold when I went down! I don't know how the old woman survived. I took the broom aside and swept it carefully. The old woman looked back and saw me, full of surprises. I smiled and said, "old woman, let me help you sweep, so it will be cleaner." "Thank you, good boy."
I will report downstairs at 8: 30 every day on time, and the old woman is very happy every time she sees me. Looking at her smile, I can't tell how happy I am.
That day. The weather is gloomy, as if something bad is going to happen.
Sure enough, I arrived downstairs at 8: 30 on time, and there was no one over the empty street. My heart is full of fear. Time is almost 12. Usually she has come. Why hasn't she come yet? When I got home, my father comforted me and said that I might be ill and go tomorrow.
I go every day the day after tomorrow, but I have never seen her. School will start soon. Going to the street for the last time, I hope to meet the people I want to see. The road was clean. I was glad to think that he came, but I didn't expect it to be another old woman.
"Old woman, where did the old woman go?" "She passed away." "Thank you." I went home in a daze and saw that the ground outside was clean.
She is a beautiful person. She devoted her last days to the beauty of the city. Beautiful earth, beautiful heart.
There is an elderly scavenger in our village. He may be ordinary to us, but his optimism, positive spirit, hard work and persistence make me awe. It is thought-provoking to see his back still so clear.
The students' long-awaited winter vacation has arrived. Of course, no matter when, the old man will still wander around the garbage dump. I looked at him quietly at the window as usual, and he was still smiling.
Recalling his life experience, I don't know much; His parents abandoned him; When he grew up, his adoptive parents rejected him and stopped raising him. I was scolded and beaten at home, and I was scarred all over. When the village chief saw it, he was abused. At the age of eighteen, he finally escaped from this home. Because I haven't received any study and can't read, I came from society and ran into a wall everywhere. Without a job, he can only make a living by scavenging. It all came from my father.
I remember when I first met you as a child, I liked to call him "Sanwazi", but now I know that it is wrong to call him that. It turned out that for the sake of happiness, he kept screaming repeatedly, but he didn't feel angry at all. On the contrary, he smiled at us and we smiled at him. Every time we turn around, we will play like this. Over time, his back was deeply imprinted in my heart.
Hard work may be your sign. From morning till night, no matter whether there is garbage collection on the ground or not, he insists on walking on this road, not hoping that someone will pay attention to him, but taking it as his own responsibility. Whenever someone encounters difficulties, he will definitely come forward to help; When he doesn't need it, he smiles at people, and there is no loss on his face. At sunset, he hobbled to the "small room" with a snakeskin bag on his back. His back makes me feel a deep and complicated thinking.
Now, he is older. But I still come regularly, leaving the most beautiful back.
After getting over it, I still leaned against the window and quietly looked at his busy back. The unchangeable him and his unchangeable back, and the unchangeable memory!
Write a 600-word composition in Grade Two. Hum, don't be malicious when you see this topic ~ haha, it seems that I really guessed right! You are all really unhealthy! Son, can't you see Fei is flying? This "flying" is not a concubine.
Yes, that's right, fly! Go in, fly to your ideal, and fly fast!
Hey, don't be busy, I really didn't want to praise her!
She is always like that, always giving me advice when I am in trouble, always discussing problems with me, always going in and out with me after class, always wiping my tears when I am depressed or even collapsed, teaching me to let go, go my own way, and put my troubles behind me ... Alas, really, she is always like this, so that without her, I seem to have lost something important to make her and me one-
I like quiet, only she understands me-every day she sits in a corner with me, especially physical education class. We don't like sneaking into other people's nests. We talk about ourselves, whether it's small secrets or chatting, whether it's venting or ... we all sit in a quiet corner, which can make people rational and clear-headed. ...
I like playing tricks on people, and only she understands me-haha. I still remember when we were in primary school, we laughed together, played pranks together, drew cartoons together, and the shareholders and the whole class got high together. In winter, we put ice cubes in someone's desk hole. There is heating in the class, which will melt after a while. Haha, when he came, the holes in the table were flooded and the books were wet ... Hehe, in fact, this is us hiding in the corner and laughing.
I like reading, I like discussing problems, and … no matter what I do, my love "flying" is always with me.
Uh-huh, I'll tell you a little secret. Xiao Fei followed me and learned a lot. I don't know or have an updated opinion. She went to ask the teacher with me. She knows as much as I do!
You are a song in my life.
There is a touching chapter.
There is also real happiness.
We should all be good, make progress and climb the mountain together!
Friendship is great. ...
Write a 600-word composition in the second day of junior high school. 6 "There are stars in the quiet night, but the teacher's lights are still on ..." Late at night, people entered a sweet dream country, except for the lights in a room. Under the desk lamp, she is correcting her homework meticulously ... She is our head teacher, Miss Ma. Teacher Ma's smile, like the sunshine in spring, warms our hearts.
I remember when I first entered the school gate, I was afraid to raise my hand in class because I was timid, but I wanted to answer questions. Teacher Ma read my mind and encouraged me to get up and answer with a smile. Because of my timidity, my voice is as small as that of a mosquito, and I stammer. The students all laughed, so I closed my mouth. The teacher came to my side, gave me a shallow smile, looked at me with that kind eyes, and suddenly a warm current spread all over my body. I plucked up the courage to answer the question completely again. The teacher smiled happily and said to me, "Isn't this great?" That's it from now on! "Since then, I am no longer afraid, and I am also very active in answering questions, and I have gained a lot of fun from it.
Another time, in class, the teacher was lecturing when he suddenly came to my seat with a ruler and a smile on his face. What is this? The students all looked up in surprise. The teacher silently measured the distance between my seat and the seat of a classmate in front. Oh, I see. I put my desk too far in front, so there is no room for the students in the front row. I immediately moved the table back. The students suddenly realized that they burst out laughing, and I smiled shyly. Teacher Ma looked at my every move and showed a gratified smile on her face.
Teacher Ma's smile is so amiable and respectable. Whenever I see her smiling face, I think of flowers. Her smiling face is as beautiful as a flower. Flowers will fade, and teachers' smiling faces will never disappear!
She has black hair, a rosy face, a flat forehead and almond eyes that always smile under her eyebrows. The tall nose and the small ambition on the deep red lips add a touch of charm to her good looks. She is cheerful, lively and helpful. She is my good friend and best friend-Jony J.
I remember it was a rosy night. I was depressed because my exam results were not satisfactory. As for crossing the road, I rushed out without even looking at the red and green lights. I feel someone pulling me and the car brushing my nose. It turned out that she caught me. I remember she cursed maliciously at that time: "You are killing yourself! Don't look at red and green! Don't lose your life because of a bad grade. Only by protecting yourself can you go all out in the next exam! I was immediately amused by her fierce face and fierce tone.
Another time, on the same road, an old man over sixty was trying to cross the road. Because it was the rush hour, the old man was slow, the green light time was short, and the driver ran the red light, so the old man was very sad to cross the road. Xiao Jia saw this scene without saying anything, and took me to help. The old woman is anxious to go home and pack jiaozi for her grandson. When she saw Xiao Jia and I helping her, an old face turned into a chrysanthemum. Xiao Jia looked nervously at both sides of the road while holding the old woman, for fear that a car that didn't obey the traffic rules would rush out and hit the old man. Finally, with our help, the old woman crossed the road safely. The old woman took some oranges out of her pocket to thank us. I was about to reach out and pick them up, but Jony J grabbed my hand. I raised the red scarf on my chest and gave a team salute to the old man: "Grandma, thank you for your kindness. This is what we should do. Bye! " Then he took my hand and ran away.
This is my good friend, a lively, cheerful and helpful girl-Jony J.