1. From Home to School 600 Words Essay Writing Scenery

My campus is a beautiful campus where we grow and play. We have spent a lot of time here. When we walked into the entrance of the school, there were green grasses on both sides of the path, as well as small trees that stood tall and strong, welcoming us to the school. Rushing is a very large stone only to see written above the child cow, child cow means let us not forget the teacher's hard work and diligence.

Walking up the steps on the left side of a large hawthorn tree and ginkgo tree leaves in the breeze gently swaying, as if dancing, spring hawthorn tree branches lush turquoise leaves in the sunshine under the background of the extra turquoise, as if just bathed as, to give students shade, class time students are very like to come here to play. The right side is our kindergarten.

Further ahead, the left side is a large iron plate, the iron plate also wrote our school tree and school flowers and our school song and the national anthem of the People's Republic of China. Rushing is the four big willow trees, willow tree paper a lot has been fast touching the ground, a breeze blowing through the willow branches fluttering in the wind, as if the willow girl in the combing of their own hair it. The right side is and I am about the same height of the dragon claw kui, is to provide a shade tree to the students on duty.

After arriving at the center of the South Campus, in front of the novel written by Pu Songling, there are some illustrations. Behind it is the music classroom that can accommodate three classes, the left side is our classroom building, the right side is our pool, the center of the pool there is a rockery, the rockery is covered with creepers, creeper leaves are very lush so basically can not see its branches. There is also a waterwheel on the rockery, which only turns lazily when we are doing exercises. The pond is blooming with lotus flowers, spring time lotus flowers bloom the most lush, even the flower bones can not be seen, each lotus flowers are their own petals to stretch to the longest seems to be more than that one lotus is the most beautiful.

The persimmon tree is our little tree, the location of the persimmon tree in the north school building on the right, the persimmon tree is our school's largest tree, in the spring it is like a big umbrella, to give us shade, in the summer its fruit is ripe, began to fall persimmons, like a persimmon rain tree, in the fall its leaves began to yellow, as if in the baggage, and then gently and leisurely drift down. In winter the persimmon tree is bare, like a bare-rod commander standing guard in the snow.

This is my beautiful campus!

2. "Home is also a school" as the topic of writing an essay 600 words

Early in the morning, a few crisp birdsong, woke me up from my dream. Rubbing soft sleepy eyes, I got up and leaned against the head of the bed, carefully recalling the dream that had just passed ......

In front of a row of red-tiled classrooms was a row of very neatly arranged bicycles. Big, small; new, old; wheel by wheel, handle by handle. Behind the house, an apple tree that has just spit out new buds is full of blossoms. A little girl with pigtails of kidney beans made in the classroom nervously busy with the examination ...... has already had such a dream several times. In the dream often return to my alma mater - Malan Middle School.

The memory of the alma mater is very beautiful. In the middle of the two wide concrete canopies are many spacious and bright classrooms. The east side of the canal is lined with poplars that have been growing for many years. The mottled branches and trunks left the marks of time. Every spring, these tall poplars send out little pinkish-green leaves. They are like a newborn doll every day looking at the campus full of children in search of knowledge; summer, their broad leaves densely crowded together. The hot sun blocked in the leaf outside. Form a cool boulevard. There are often three or two students or sitting or standing, or depending on or leaning to stay under the tree reading, research, play. Here is also my paradise. Whenever the bell rings, I and a few students rushed out of the classroom, grabbing rubber bands flying general crowd to this boulevard, barefoot jumping band. When I was tired, I ran to the pool under the tree, unscrewed the faucet, and let the water flow from the ten fingers to stay through.

The west side of the canal is lined with grafted acacias. Every flower season, all bloomed a doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo of pink and purple acacia flowers. Strings of blooming acacia flowers will be thorny branches pressed very low. The faint fragrance of the flowers often attracts a "buzzing" singing bees and many unknown insects. Dance around the beautiful flowers. Sometimes, I will and a few naughty classmates with a handy bag to catch a few bugs, take to scare other students. Seeing their frightened look, they are a little gloating and making faces, happy and laughing.

Behind each row of classrooms is a leafy apple tree. In the spring, their short branches are full of flowers. In the summer, green fruits are hanging, and in the fall, there are ripe apples. Whenever this season comes, I always love to push open the green-painted wooden window by the window. I would look out the window and see the sparrows playing among the dense leaves. In summer, I look at the cicadas hiding under the leaves. Autumn to catch the big-bellied praying mantis. I remember a fat student named Zhang Wei, who took off his shoes and slept on his bare feet on the 2 desks opposite each other during the summer lunch break. I lifted up his smelly shoes and poked them hard enough to hang them from a fruit branch outside the window. Harmful to his bare feet to listen to the English teacher to speak 2 lessons ...... point and click, to the intense learning life added a lot of anecdotes.

I remember my alma mater has a lot of teachers of high moral character and quality. At that time, I was looking forward to Friday's composition class all day long. Because, almost every time the composition class, Mr. **** always me and a few classmates composition as a model, in the class to explain. It was his "detailed description, careful observation, realistic description, wonderful!" And other criticism will lead me on the road of literary creation, and is out of control. I also remember the funny and humorous chemistry teacher; I remember the serious math teacher; I remember the soft-spoken English teacher; I personally took us to do experiments with the physics teacher. It is in their hard education, my classmates also ran to their own jobs: some in Beijing Foton Motor Company as an engineer; some in Jinan Airlines as an accounting supervisor; some in Qingdao as a lawyer, some on the Yantai Railway ...... We are like different flowers, bloomed in different places, exudes its own fragrance.

Now the alma mater certainly changed! No longer is my memory of the old mold ...... thanks to the alma mater. I'd like to thank all the teachers in my school. I sincerely hope that the alma mater riding the spring breeze of the new curriculum reform, optimize classroom teaching, and cultivate more pillars of society! Beautiful campus, my home

Dear teachers, judges: Hello! I'm XXX, a student from 0202 class, and today I'm going to speak on the topic of "Beautiful Campus, My Home". Everyone's heart has a "Shangri-La", as sung in the song "that is my home, my paradise!" And this home in my mind is - Jiangsu Province Haimen Experimental School. Whether it is the morning fog, or nightfall, I always love to walk around the campus, take a look, not for anything else, just to experience the unique vitality, just to appreciate the flowers in the flowers in full bloom that colorful, just to look forward to the stars snuggled up next to the moon in those romantic and warmth. I love the flowers and plants in the campus. But my favorite is overflowing in the campus of a spirit, that is, struggle, fearless, strong, struggle. Whenever full of *** we walk into the campus, the heart will recall the words of Premier Zhou: "for the rise of China and study"! These nine words shine in the mind. Over time, it has become the most fashionable language in this home. The pair of eyes thirsty for knowledge tells people: the book mountain has the road diligently for the path, the sea of learning is not the end of the bitter boat. A letter, a formula, like the star of the night, guiding us to dig the depths of knowledge treasure, open the door and window of wisdom. Facts speak louder than words. A plow, a harvest. It is our hard work, reading at night, won one after another praise, one after another certificate of honor. This stems from the teachers' good guidance, the classmates to catch up and help. Time is like water, the sun and the moon like a shuttle, accompanied by warblers and swallows, accompanied by flowers and trees, in this time and everywhere so beautiful home. We have learned to be strong and know how to endure. We have gradually grown from a child to a teenager trying to explore the philosophy of life. This is the true meaning of growth, is the campus life gives us the greatest wealth. A bright street lamp, a fragrant magnolia, all under the cover of the night, like a sacred home that nurtures the hope of tomorrow. Quiet, peaceful, cozy, comfortable. I want to say: "Today we are proud of you, tomorrow you will be proud of us! We love you, this beautiful home, this beautiful Shangri-La!"

3. Composition From Home to School

In the morning, we get up and have a good meal to thank our parents

On the road, there is a cleaner who cleans the road well and needs to be thanked

To school, there is a classroom cleaned by students and ask students some topics they do not understand to be thanked

In the classroom, there is a teacher well-prepared lessons to be thanked

In the afternoon, we take the money given by our parents to buy things and need to be thanked

At noon, we take money given by our parents to buy things.

In sports, we have the cooperation of our classmates and the guidance of our teachers

In the evening, we have a hot meal waiting for us

We realize that there are so many people who have given to us, but we usually ignore them, and we feel that it's usually because they've always been there for us. ......

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It's easy to try to thank someone yourself.

4. "From home to school" 500-word essay

This is a special and beautiful day, with the refreshing morning breeze, I stepped into the familiar and unfamiliar campus, the heart of the emotion.

Everything is still the same as before, the familiar class bell echoed in my ears again at 8 o'clock, turning over brand new books, another long semester.

The first day of school is always so fresh in my mind that my heartbeat is still not calm. This day is always wonderful. It means that we have grown up again, it is time to strive for new goals. Seeing the friendly smiling faces of classmates and teachers, the heart can not help but ripples. Looking at unfamiliar books, a wave of curiosity sprouted from the bottom of our hearts, and our interest in learning was somehow stronger than black coffee. On this day, I could not see any uncivilized behavior in the school, everyone followed the rules, perhaps trying to maintain the gorgeous flowers in their hearts! When the sound of reading loudly echoed over the campus, the bright five-star red flag is also more dazzling.

The first day of school, but also sour, think of their own to wave goodbye to a pleasant vacation, that sour taste, suddenly surged to the heart. Yes, when you shoulder up that heavy schoolbag, when stepping into the campus from the moment, freedom, joy, as a passing cloud, disappeared without a trace. During the school year, you may often hear praise, but more or criticism. People are vain, who do not want to get everyone's approval? But the more you do, the more you need to pay. It is not surprising that you have to go out early and come back late every day, and read at night. The hardest thing is to go to class hungry every day. In spite of this, you still have to study hard, and you may have to get a bad lecture from teachers and parents. What unlucky things have come out. Think of all this, tears can not help but in the eyes of the spinning ...... the first day of school, is always the beginning of our "end of the world"!

5. Home is my school essay 600 words

1 Our school is a beautiful and rich sea of knowledge, but also a happy and warm family.

I am a member of this big family. Every day when I come to school, I hear the etiquette team shouting respectfully, "Good day, teacher", which sounds very refreshing.

Into the school gate, far from seeing a cluster of red petunias in front of my eyes, exuding fragrance. The fence on both sides of the school gate is covered with red creepers, lined with a strong sense of autumn.

Behind the petunias is the five-star red flag flying in the wind. Every Monday when the flag is raised, only to see a few senior big brother stepped in an orderly step neatly, standing under the brightly colored five-star red flag, the national flag up.

Flagpole on both sides of the elm trees, a sturdy elm tree is like a flower umbrella, both rain, and can shade, but also beautify our campus, it is really comprehensive. Further inside is our teaching building, because just painted, the color looks extra bright, orange and blue, so that the teaching building a new look.

It's like giving the building a new outfit. The roof of the building is inserted with colorful flags, like a beautiful crown to the building.

Into the school building, the ears are far from filled with students reading, really mesmerizing! After visiting the school building, and then go east to our happy happy playground - playground. Here is wide, a circle is four hundred meters.

Every time to the June 1 Games, in this wide playground waved how many students hard and sweat, no matter how big the playground, they insisted on running down, for the class to win the honor. The middle of the playground is a soccer field, every recess activities, here is the most lively place, students have a rope skipping, some high jump, some in the shuttlecock, and some in the cut and whisper, talk to each other.

Think about it, there are students' cheers and sighs, which all represent how colorful the students' lives are! Our campus is not only beautiful scenery, but also a colorful life, a comfortable and quiet learning environment, but also a hard-working gardener to cultivate us. I am proud that I live in such a happy and joyful family.

I love my beautiful school - my big family! 2 School life is like a string of hundred flavors of ice candy gourd, there are many, many flavors, such as: sweet, sour, bitter, spicy ...... day after day, year after year, in the eyes of some students seemingly boring school life, in fact, the same is full of countless wonderful. Next, let me take you to taste it flavor.

acid Remember once, at the end of the school year, as an English class representative, I have to assign English homework. Because the homeroom teacher was worried about accidents happening when students stayed at school for a long time, she issued an order that the class reps should finish assigning homework within 5 minutes.

Therefore, I was very anxious. I was in a hurry, and I didn't set out the homework clearly, so the students did the wrong homework.

The next morning after arriving at school, I rushed to clear the homework with my classmates. Seeing one of their reproachful faces, my heart is so sour.

Sweet One time to do math problems, the class encountered a "roadblock". I was inspired to read the question, draw a diagram, contact, calculation, finally, after my meditation, made this question.

Look at the white paper was painted by me densely, but also a few drops of "sweat" draft, my heart sweet.

Early in the morning to the school, after nine sessions of hard work, finally out of school, can face is not leisure and easy, but a pile and a pile of homework. When you finish your homework, the time will be 10 o'clock, and the day will be over.

Spicy "This exam, all in all, are good, but there are some people who can get more than 90 points but did not, among them are..." hey, I do not want to hear the name or heard. The math teacher said to me angrily, "If you don't get more than 90 points next time you will be punished with 10 books and another day of standing."

At once, my face *** hot, regret that I did not check properly at that time, resulting in a decline in test scores, at that time I could not wait to find a hole in the ground to turn down, ashamed. I tasted the taste of life in school life: sour as hawthorn; sweet as honey; bitter as Huanglian; spicy as heavenly pepper.

This string of a hundred flavors of ice candy gourd you only tasted a small part of it, the other depends on your own slow experience. I love my school life, I love my school.

6. How to write an essay from my home to school

My family lives in Xinghua Street, the second group of seven committees.

When you walk out of your house, you can see a big vegetable garden. Inside there are sunflowers planted with turquoise jade plate; small corn hiding in the embrace of the leaf mother; green onions, lettuce; lush green beans, cucumbers.

Outside the front door, you can see a spectacular scene.

It turned out that outside the construction of the sewer culvert, "Boom boom boom ......" was a tractor digging. Look! Workers uncle in spray paint it! No wonder there is a strange smell into my nose.

The silver gray paint, shining in the sun. The workers are pouring sweat on this magnificent building.

Further ahead, to the North Turnpike Square. Only see some middle-aged and old people in the morning exercise.

Some of them dance sword, some play tai chi, some practice tai chi fan, some jogging, and some flinging the whip ...... wonderful music, laughter and the morning sun and the middle-aged and old people "*** dance", the old man's face is written full of happiness. You see! The square is very beautiful, there are many sculptures: the spectacular "grassland red flow map", the warmth of the crane couple family, is dancing crane dancers, and "tenacious cattle figure.

Square Hill, there are many bright flowers: red like fire cascade red, yellow gold sorghum chrysanthemum, and white as silver, pink as Xia, blue as the sea, purple as smoke petunias.

Not far east again, there is a fruit store opened on the street, the fruit fruity, mouth-watering; some people in the dining room to eat breakfast; there are people in the store to buy things.

Two blocks further east, you come to the small morning market.

It's so busy here. Look, some sell green vegetables, some sell fresh meat, and others sell the necessities of life.

The bargaining of the customers, the yelling of the vendors, and the laughter of the people are intertwined, as if a happy symphony. Immediately, I came to the school.

The campus is full of flowers, lush grass and trees, clean and tidy. The east is the playground, the west is the gate, the south is the garden in the garden, and the north is the teaching building.

This is my school - experimental elementary school.

7. "My school, my home" as the title of the essay more than 600 words

Why do you think I have two homes? Each person has only one home ah, you are not two monk - puzzled it, let me secretly to tell you, my other home is my campus!

Our campus is full of love, so you always enjoy the warmth of love, do not believe you come with me this school contains our beautiful happy memories, contains our youthful age of youth, contains the joys and sorrows of our life ......

For example: once I forgot to bring the workbook, bad. English teacher to dictate, I was like a hot pot on the ants - round and round, which is in front of me showing a brand new English book, I followed the workbook to see, it was the table Luo Jiancong, I was in tears, I think I'm the happiest person in the world, this warmth can not be compared with any warmth, this warmth I can not say The first time I saw this, it was a very special, special warmth.

I remember once in third grade, I fell in the campus, foot pain indescribable, I cried, then a strange face came over, saw me lying on the ground and crying, then greeted the condolences: "fall pain, take you to the infirmary okay?" Said, will help me up, walking slowly, for fear that I fell again, came to the infirmary, the teacher, gently help me wipe on the blue potion, I screamed, at the side of the unfamiliar big brother to encourage me, said: "men's tears do not flick, do not cry little brother." After using the medicine, he also helped me to help to my class. Look at the strange faces gradually disappeared in my line of sight, my heart and feel the strange taste ......

Through the above two things, make me feel the warmth of the home, but also know that this home is hard-won, so we from now on to take good care of this warm and full of warmth of the home, don't! Let me feel this home in my mind disappear.

8. From home to school essay 500 words

Today is the first day of the Dragon Boat Festival vacation.

Early in the morning, my father woke me up and asked me to go with him to my aunt's house in the countryside to help collect wheat. I heard can be happy, because I have not seen wheat is how to harvest it? Along the way, as far as the eye can see the fields on both sides of the highway, yellow are ripe wheat.

With the bumpy car, we finally arrived at my aunt's house. The car is a hot wave, the sweat beads immediately from my skin out, really hot ah! The first thing I did was to ask my aunt to take me to the field to see how the harvester turned the wheat into grains of wheat.

Come to the field, only to see the harvester muttered non-stop, the car in front of a windmill like a wheel, the wheat into the turn, and there is a mouth at the back, a lot of straw fell out of the inside, the grain of wheat will stay in its stomach. Wait until a piece of land harvesting is finished, only from the side of the machine to open the mouth to spit out the grains of wheat at once, and then pull away with a tractor.

The golden-colored grains of wheat are so beautiful! Hold in the hand, but also emit a faint flavor. No wonder the weather is so hot, farmers uncle clothes are wet with sweat is still busy, do not feel hot, so they are enjoying the joy of harvest it! I saw the ground and fell wheat ears, ran over to pick up and put into the wheat car, not long after the back of the clothes on the wet.

When it was dark, my father finally finished harvesting all the wheat in the field. On the way back, I was thinking, life is learning everywhere, the original wheat so hard, I will never waste food, this Dragon Boat Festival holiday is really meaningful.

9. from school to home essay 600

"Okay, got it! I'll go back by - myself!" -- "Was it that much trouble to pick me up?!" I frowned and hung up the phone. Again, I went home by myself. Even though it was like that every day - from school to home, two points, one line - that avenue home still felt strange, I don't know if it was because of the lost joy of being unaccompanied or because the world was changing so much with each passing day.

The wild thoughts in my head made me put my foot into a small bookstore beside the avenue, the store was damp and dim, the hot and humid breath licked my cheeks, and with all the discomfort, I just dropped my eyes on the bookshelf, and a few youthful romance magazines with fancy and ambiguous covers fell into my eyeballs. "These magazines are selling well!" This was said by the boss's wife, an old woman in her sixties, with an unspecified smile embedded in the corners of her shriveled mouth, and a "mist" in her eyes that was not so much concealed that her thoughts wet the pages on the desktop. "Well, which one do you want?" "...... Oh, you're overthinking it." I blocked the "delicious" looking "opium" with my hand, and tore the corners of my mouth stiffly.

"Good students! Anyone who doesn't buy these magazines must be a good student!" I was really shocked, suddenly looked up at her in surprise - the kind of expression that can only be seen when the same precious and beautiful things have been missing for a long time and now unexpectedly meet without warning. I really do not know what expression to respond to her, just feel sad - if I am that kind of "joy", then in the "long lost" in that period of time how many people had greedily

"Boss lady, a book of boys and girls! How much?" "X dollars and X cents!" I had just left the store when in came a youthful figure. I shuddered with my Sprout in my arms.

Straightening my coat and moving on, I walked the rest of the way home thinking slowly and methodically about it all.

"Girl yo!" -Hi squealed as she ran over to me and threw her arms around my neck and pressed herself against the base of my ear. The word "girl" pulled me back to the hustle and bustle of reality. "Oh! Hoshi!" Xi is my classmate, that once and I had a "deep friendship" girl, once we stayed all day and night together to laugh, once - "Dai that stupid yo! I tell you, wear her ......" no doubt, ellipses filled with my secret, once I calmly stood in the doorway to listen to her in the classroom to announce everything, and then put on a mask, smiling like a flower in front of her eyes, once she bitterly laughed, once I was "very satisfied" with this! "very satisfied". The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the actual situation and see if you can find a way to get to the top of the list of the most important things you need to do.

I think back to the past, perfunctory today, perfunctory carefully, even so ....... "Today's homework is quite small." "En." "So did you watch the basketball game at school this afternoon?" "For a while." "I watched it too! It was great! Eh, who do you favor most in our class?" "...... fee it." "No way, why?!" "Fei ball skills than other people some better, a throw a accurate, see his tall and thin, playing a ball is quite a bit to see." "Oh... Faye! It's kinda 'kinda watchable' for you. ...... Haha, Fee, Fee. So - that's it for now! Bye - bye -" Hoshi's intentionally long drawn out aftertone splashed me like a tub of ice-cold water. Once again, I was lulled into words by Hoshi, and even if those words didn't have those hateful connotations they would have been propagandized by her from nothing.

"That's so 'instinctive'!" I was so angry that I kicked the gravel on my way home. I pulled out my money and tried to drown my anger in food. I turned down the street into the milk bar and spent a fortune venting on food!

Two third- and fourth-graders were sitting next to me, talking. For some reason, the boy punched the girl in the arm, and the girl actually screamed, "Holy shit! You're so fucking violent!" I had to stand there stiffly in shock. Listening to the words coming out of the girl's mouth, why wouldn't I want to scream! I dropped my knife and fork, nibbled on my bread and darted away.

The girl's words smacked my legs so hard that I had to run for my life, three steps away from the feeling of panic as if I were drowning in a sea of people, gasping for air!

Running, running! Darting all the way to the house, thinking it was all finally over in a hurry.

"Mr. Chen ah, I would like to ask my home Yue Cong recently study how? ...... Oh, so ah ......" mother's voice.

I propped open my eyelids, dead wide-eyed.

"No!!!"

10. from home to school essay 500 words

Today is the first day of the Dragon Boat Festival vacation. Early in the morning, my father woke me up and asked me to go with him to my aunt's house in the countryside to help collect wheat. I was so happy to hear that, because I haven't seen how wheat is harvested yet.

Along the way, as far as the eye can see the fields on both sides of the highway, yellow are ripe wheat. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The next car heat wave came, sweat beads immediately from my skin drilled out, really hot ah! I was just picking us up, and I was yelling for my aunt to take me to the field to see how the harvester turns the ears of wheat into grains of wheat.

Come to the ground, only to see the harvester muttered non-stop, the car in front of a windmill like a wheel, the wheat into the turn, and there is a mouth at the back, a lot of straw fell out of the inside, the grain of wheat will stay in its stomach. Waiting for a piece of land harvested, only from the side of the machine opened its mouth to spit out the grains of wheat at once, and then pull away with a tractor. The golden-colored grains of wheat are so beautiful! When you hold it in your hand, it smells good. No wonder the weather is so hot, farmers uncle clothes are wet with sweat still busy, do not feel hot, so they are enjoying the joy of harvest! I saw the ground and fell wheat ears, ran over to pick up and put into the wheat car, not long after the back of the clothes on the wet.

When it was dark, my father finally finished harvesting all the wheat in the field. On the way back, I was thinking, life is learning everywhere, the original wheat so hard, I will never waste food, this Dragon Boat Festival holiday is really meaningful.