600-word composition on residence 1
Love touched me.
Remember that a person brings me the best things in the world. Remember that a perso
600-word composition on residence 1
Love touched me.
Remember that a person brings me the best things in the world. Remember that a person let me know how to love, and remember that you moved me.
We are inseparable friends. You brought me the most selfless friendship, and you made me understand the importance of the word "friend".
I remember that winter, the weather was very cold and the north wind roared, which made me shudder. "It's too cold. Let's go running to warm up. " A very familiar voice sounded in my ear. "Well," looking at your red face, I agreed without thinking. The outside world is silvery white, like the earth wrapped in a white suit. Seeing this, you suddenly became interested. "Why don't we have a snowball fight?" I smiled at you and ran away. "Then let's get started." Let me tell you something. Our footprints were left in the snow. You vote for me, I vote for you, and the two of us are having a snowball fight on the playground. Before I knew it, my stomach hurt, and I sat down in the snow, clutching my stomach. You came up to me half jokingly and said, "Don't pretend, I know you don't have any good ideas." But when you saw my face in pain, you quickly picked me up and went to the teacher. The teacher took us both out to buy medicine. On the way, you said it was all your fault. Let me have a snowball fight with you. Looking at your guilty face, I can't help saying, "No, I should have eaten something bad." When you bought medicine, you told the doctor that the doctor must be careful when prescribing medicine for me. After you came back, you came to give me hot water regardless of sweating, let me take medicine, and told the doctor what I said over and over again. You take care of me and care for me like a big sister. At that moment, I cried, and you quickly asked me, "Is the pain worse?" I said no, but I hurt you so much, thank you.
Thank you for letting me know what love is and what friendship is. At the same time, I want to say to you: "without you, there would be no happy time for me." Thank you for letting me know what touching is. "
Love touched me!
Moved every day.
I am a person who loves to sleep.
So every day in class, when the teacher talks about the touched place, I will yawn a few times and naturally shed a few sleepy tears. Menstruation joked, "The teacher thinks you are very emotional." But I am really an emotional person. Although I won't cry when I meet a touching place, I will still have a great reaction in my heart.
I am a very shy person and like to be moved.
For example, in the cold winter, my neighbor spontaneously dispatched the whole family to sweep the snow in front of the building, so that everyone in the building would benefit. I am very touched. In today's market economy, people always calculate before they do things. What's in it for me and what's in it for you? Everything is driven by the word interest. Isn't it gratifying and touching to have such a person to do such a thing?
For another example, in the cold winter morning, a group of people wearing all-yellow overalls, that is, cleaners, came and added a lot of money to our giant map paper with their brooms. This, is it difficult not to touch us?
Also, you are sitting on a bus. When you arrive at a station, the door opens and an old man walks over. You got up and just wanted to give your seat to the old man, but suddenly you found that a young man in front had respectfully asked the old man to sit down, and the same smile appeared on his face, the young man's face and the old man's face. Isn't this scene touching?
There are also couriers who deliver newspapers at home in the morning, traffic police at the central station of the road, and actors in the Spring Festival Evening. They can't go home during the New Year. ...
I am very touched. I want to say thank you to them, but they will think I am crazy. Since you can't express your gratitude, then move silently in your heart!
They have helped all of us and promoted the harmonious development of society. It is because of them that our life will be so beautiful and wonderful. Because of them, I will be moved every day.
Be moved by love
Thank you for love, many people have said, but what is love? Why thank love?
With love, our world is more wonderful. Only with love can we grow up healthily. Some people will say this, yes, it's true, but how many people can really understand these two sentences and really thank love from the heart?
Once at school, my mother happened to work the night shift for a few days. I haven't seen busy people who leave early and return late for several days. Finally, on Saturday, I finally got a chance to meet my mother. As soon as I got off work, my mother went straight to my room and saw me studying. I can't bear to disturb her. She stood behind me quietly with a glass of milk, just silently looking at my beating pen tip ... I finally finished my homework and breathed a sigh of relief. My mother took the milk away at once. When I saw it, it was my mother. I was surprised and asked, "Mom, when did you come back?" Mom said, "I just got back." Mother's yellow face is covered with wrinkles. You haven't slept for days, mom. You must be tired. But you still stand behind me, silently caring for me. Isn't this love? I know you are tired and want to sleep, but you think I am more important than yourself. This is love-maternal love-an ordinary and great love that is inadvertently revealed. Love is like an elf. It comes and goes quietly.
This is love. It can be said that all love from the heart is unrequited. Maybe you are willing to return, maybe you are trying to return. But in any case, love can't be returned. It will always blossom and bear fruit in your heart. Therefore, we can only sing it silently in another way, with a humble attitude-thank you.
Thanks for love, not necessarily from the material, formal, but also from the spiritual thanks. Or, just silently leave that feeling in my heart.
600-word composition of Zhai 2
Books are the ladder of human progress. A good book can accompany you all your life, and reading more good books can benefit you all your life.
There are good and bad books, and there are advantages and disadvantages. Teachers encourage students to read good books, read good books and read more.
Reading a good book is reading a good book. After reading, you should savor carefully, think more, and often extract good sentences and paragraphs. Only in this way can we read a good book. In addition, teachers also ask us to "read good books" so that we can read more famous books and learn the essence from them, so as to "apply what we have learned". In the summer vacation, I read a series of fairy tales written by a famous writer named Yang. There are three stories in it. The stupid pig in the first story "Dear Stupid Pig" is stupid, but it is honest and kind, so small animals are willing to make friends with it and help it. Although the stray dogs and cats in Stray Dogs and Cats wander around, have no fixed place to live and have no stable food, they are not intimidated by this living environment and still live bravely and optimistically. The wolf in the third story "The Wolf without Tail" was influenced by a child named Tao Tao. From a wolf that everyone feared and hated, he became a brave and beloved wolf. These stories have taught me to be an honest, kind, brave and optimistic person since I was a child, and taught me a lot about being a man.
Reading good books can make you smart and wise; Good reading means: be interested in reading, and have a peaceful mind when reading good books. If you can't calm down when reading, you will definitely read without knowing what to say, and this book will be read in vain. However, people who like books and love reading are different. As long as you pick up a book, you will be completely immersed in it and intoxicated by the writer's beautiful writing. Interest is the best teacher, so if you want to read a good book, you must love reading. Only by loving reading can we really learn the essence and nutrition from books, so as to sublimate our spirit and improve our literary accomplishment.
The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. When I was still illiterate, my mother often told me stories from Grimm's fairy tales and Andersen's fairy tales. Since then, I have been attracted by the stories in the book and full of yearning for the book. When I took up my schoolbag and went to school, I began to read my favorite books. With the growth of age, the teacher recommended us to read more good books. This makes me integrate into the book from time to time, and realize the uniqueness of the book. More importantly, it makes the book an indispensable necessity for my growth, embellishes my life at all times, and makes my life colorful and full of rich books!
I love reading, especially reading good books! The book will be my forever friend, and it will accompany me through a happy life!
600-word composition about the house 3
Walking through the growing starry sky, the stars in the sky fell to the ground. Every star records my lost years. Pick up one casually, and you can't help but be dumbfounded-they are all so warm and shiny.
The first time, I heard familiar music, and my classmates and I sat in a circle in the teacher covered with snowflakes. There is a tall Christmas tree among us, with lights of various colors flashing on it. I seem to see a bouncing deer coming towards me, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared again. The students performed one by one, with happy smiles on their faces. I don't know how long it took, but it began to snow outside the window. The teacher asked us to sing a song to commemorate this upcoming parting. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. It snowed harder outside the window, and familiar music sounded in my ears. This star has dimmed.
Two are underground. The sky is blue and transparent, and there are several white clouds floating overhead. My sister and I are playing on the grass outside the door. At that time, I was surprised to find that the wind in early summer turned out to be blue, which made our hair float backwards and gently brushed our cheeks, as if greeting us. Unconsciously, it was already evening, and there was a blush on the horizon, like a fire. At that time, I naively thought: Will the white clouds be burned up by this big fire? Then I'll never see white clouds like cotton candy again. Just thinking about it, I heard my mother calling me home for dinner. I ran over and pointed to the horizon with my short legs and said to my mother, "Mom, the white clouds are so poor, I will never see them again." Mother touched my head and said to me with a smile; "Silly boy, that's sunset glow. You will see the white clouds again tomorrow. " I smiled happily. The laughter faded away and the star dimmed.
Lesson three, lesson four, lesson five ... I looked at it and found my face was cold. I raised my hand and touched it, but I shed tears unconsciously. Finally, I burst into tears, and tears kept flowing. Those warm memories sealed in my mind are back. ...
600-word composition about the house 4
Every child has a mother, and I also have a mother who loves me. Although my mother is not my real mother, she cares more about me than my real mother.
I remember last winter, I was hospitalized for surgery because of illness, and my mother stayed in front of my bed all day to take care of me. Every time the incision hurts, my mother will touch my head with thin hands, hold me around the ward, tell me many funny stories, make me laugh, relieve my pain and let me fall asleep in happiness. Inadvertently, I saw tears in my mother's eyes. I asked her why she was crying. My mother said to me gently, "son." In a short sentence, my mother's selfless love for me and the deep affection of our mother and son were revealed.
My mother is not a beautiful woman, but an ordinary and simple woman. I haven't seen my mother buy a dress for two years. My father wants to buy her clothes on her birthday. My mother doesn't agree. I guess my mother likes new clothes, too, but she is reluctant to save money for my study. My mother wears those clothes all year round. Although it's old, it's clean. My mother gave up the right to be beautiful for me, and there is greatness in the ordinary.
My mother is a cultured woman. Unlike many women, she never makes public. I have seen many children's mothers talking about what brand of clothes, what brand of shoes, how much money and how bad others are, but my mother never talks about it. I asked my father, why is my mother different from other people's mothers? Dad told me: "Your mother has a lot of self-cultivation, which is a kind of moral character". Although I don't understand, I know that my mother must be right to do so. This must be the accomplishment of a good mother.
My mother used the most precious youth to cultivate and nurture me, and gave me too much ... I am proud that I have a mother who loves me and loves me. I am proud that I have an ordinary and great mother. I am glad that I have an educated mother. When I stepped into the school gate and looked back to see my mother leave with an umbrella, my tears ran down my eyes. ...
600-word composition about the house 5
"Thousands of miles in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow." The mysterious clouds covered the brightness of the sun, and birds flew south in the roar of the north wind. The wind blows together, and I feel cold all over.
The campus was quiet in the late winter afternoon, and several student cadres of our brigade were on duty. The campus atmosphere is cold in the cold wind. Then came a voice: "Hey, don't throw the garbage on the ground, there is a garbage truck over there!" " "
We looked in the direction of the sound source. Is a school cleaner. She always wears a military cap, a crimson cotton-padded coat and a pair of black trousers. The deep wrinkles on her face show her age.
"Oh, ok." She was referring to Hu Yi, who threw the potato chip bag into the garbage truck.
When she saw it, she didn't say anything more, just buried herself in sweeping the floor. There was another silence. Suddenly, she raised her head, put down the ash bucket and broom, and came to us. Xiaohe stepped back subconsciously, and both of us were silent, just waiting for her to speak.
"You should take good care of these students, don't throw them around and destroy the school's sanitary environment!" She told us.
At this time, I observed that her hands were covered with inferior tape. I suddenly understood that the old man would come to school to sweep the floor every day. In such cold weather, her hand was cut by the cold wind. But there are still some guys who don't know how to think of others. Even if we don't care, she has suffered from the cold wind!
"Also, there are so many clothes on the chairs in the promenade that no one wants them. Don't you think it's a pity I think it's a pity! " Whether we are listening or not, she has been talking.
But when she said this, I felt extremely guilty. Every day after school, there will be clothes lost by classmates in a corner of the office, and no one will claim them. Don't they understand that it is difficult for parents to make money? Don't they understand the value of money?
"You don't want to, but you can donate to the disaster area. How many children need warm clothes in this cold winter? But why did you abandon it like this? " The old man feels sorry for this waste!
She may not have much education and may not know as many words as we do, but in terms of moral quality, I feel that she is much better than us. Looking at the old man's weather-beaten face, a deep feeling arises spontaneously. ...
A 600-word composition on the house
Today is March 8. I want to send a gift to my mother. What can make her happy? I suddenly remembered the scene in the novel "Naughty Bag Ma Xiaotiao Series Story" Beautiful Girl Linguo Xia "that I was reading: Ma Xiaotiao gave Linguo Xia a cantaloupe on her birthday, which was engraved with a blessing. I had a brainwave: "My mother loves pears, so I personally carved a blessing on pears and gave it to my mother who worked day and night."
I took out a pear and a knife from the refrigerator. Happy Mother's Day can best express my love for my mother. Let's carve these words. It's really hard to get started. The familiar knife doesn't work at this time, either too deep or crooked. I can't give up when I think of how much my mother usually pays for me. After carving, I carved a small house on it and put it in a beautiful box.
After that, I had another brainwave: "Make another card and let my mother know what I mean." I hurried to get two pieces of colored cardboard, folded them in half and drew a little love in the middle, then cut them out, cut some long strips on an a4 piece of paper, folded those long strips into "springs", put some beautiful stickers on them, then put the ends on the greeting cards, cut a big love, wrote "Happy Mother's Day" on them, pasted them on paper, and drew a hen and a baby on the cover.
At this time, my classmates called and asked me to go out to play. I immediately put down the phone, ran to the living room to give the gift to my mother, and went out. After I came back, I asked my mother, "Mom, did you eat the pear I gave you?" Mom said, "Yes, this is the best pear I have ever eaten in my life." I asked my mother again, "Mom, where is the New Year card I made?" Mom said, "Not bad!" The atmosphere of joy filled our hut.