In our daily life, everyone has tried to write a composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is what Bian Xiao collected for everyone. I understand the 600-word composition. Welcome to read the collection.
I see. The composition is 600 words, 1.
You stopped me when I finished my homework and was ready to play computer. "What are you doing? I have finished my homework and you still won't let me play! " My roar comes from the room. "Have you reviewed it?" You asked. "I have finished what you asked, and I have finished what the teacher arranged. It's time for me to relax. " I said impatiently. "The final exam is coming, and you still want to play. Hurry up and review. " I have a bad feeling that my mother is going to be angry. So I immediately turned off the computer that I just turned on and ran to the study to review, full of resentment.
When I finally got the first place in my class and was happy, you ruined my interest. When I ran home to share my joy with you and hummed the little song "Fart Dianfart", you smiled, but said lukewarm, "What if the class comes first, the grade comes first, and the whole school comes first?" Just stick to it. Look at Kyle again. You went to primary school together. You think he is worse than you, but he still goes to a star school. "I thought to myself," Ha ha, I know his level. Why do you always compare him with a braggart like me? "I stormed into the room, slammed the door and locked it. I was sulking alone.
When I don't want to go out, you have to pull me out. "Son, how about going shopping with mom?" "I don't want to!" Every time you ask me, I always answer like this, but when you go out, you always say come quickly, "I said I don't want to go, you have to drag me." "1, 2, 3" As long as these three numbers ring, I dare not go. I don't know why, I have always had an unspeakable "fear" about these three numbers. Whenever I hear my mother say these three numbers, I will do everything well and pay close attention.
Now sitting in the examination room, probably because of more review, every problem can be solved with ease; I was not ecstatic when I learned that I had done well in one of the exams; The sound of "1, 2, 3" has been echoing in my ears, which makes me highly focused.
Mom, thank you! I finally understand your good intentions.
I see. Composition 600 words 2
That summer vacation when I went home, I suddenly understood.
The days of summer vacation were particularly long, so I returned to my long-lost hometown.
On that day, there was a big fireball hanging in the sky, and colorful auspicious clouds floated beside it, which was very beautiful. When I came to my door, a feeling of excitement and joy came to my mind. I love the taste of my hometown, as sweet as honey. But I love my kind grandparents more. Their faces are always filled with kind smiles, and I am particularly fascinated by the "red pepper" made by my grandmother in summer-red watercress. I couldn't wait to open the door, and saw my grandmother laboriously moving a pot of my favorite watercress, stumbling step by step to the balcony with a labored expression on her face. I quickly strode forward and lifted the washbasin. Wow, this is really heavy! We put the washbasin on the balcony together. Then I picked up my suitcase and put it in my bedroom, officially starting my summer vacation.
I visit it every day, and it gradually interests me and arouses my appetite.
One evening, dusk came, and the sunset glow burned like a flame, covering half the sky, and the air nearby seemed to become dull. I sat on the balcony and thought, what should I do? How boring! In a blink of an eye, I put it on the balcony, and the red and delicious watercress caught my eye. I touched it with my slender index finger. "Wow!" My fingers were dyed red with blood. Then, I tentatively put my index finger in my mouth. "Ah, it's so spicy!" My mouth burns like a flame. I asked my mother-in-law, what is this? My mother-in-law said, "Oh, no wonder it's so delicious. There are many condiments in it. I suddenly remembered my mother-in-law's hunched back when she made "red pepper"
It turns out that my mother-in-law's love for me is hidden in this small pot of bean paste.
If you want to see the truth clearly, pay attention everywhere, or you will miss a lot, such as love.
I see. Composition 600 words 3
All the mothers in the world are great. Who doesn't have a mother Every greeting from my mother, every smiling face from my mother. Always cared about us.
On a weekend night, my family watched TV programs safely in the living room. Night, quiet; Feng also held his breath, as if no one knew what would happen. "Hoo-"A gust of wind invaded the room. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my stomach, and the smile on my face slowly turned into a painful expression. The family immediately realized that hungry oh was wrong, and her mother was even more worried. My mother is a nurse and knows that I have acute gastroenteritis. She immediately told me to lie down and let my father apply ointment to me, so she took out the medicine cabinet at home, took out the necessities, poured me a cup of warm water and let me take medicine. It's much better after a while. This is, I remember that my mother often told me not to eat more fried and unsanitary junk food, which is harmful to my health, but I didn't take it seriously and often "went in one ear and out the other." Now I understand mom's love.
Another time, I failed in the exam and regretted it. When I got home, I told my mother about the exam in fear and trembling. My mother comforted me instead of scolding me. "Son, failure doesn't mean eternity. You should learn a lesson and work hard next time. Come, let me help you analyze the wrong question. " Mom said earnestly. I summed up the reasons carefully, because I didn't listen to my mother's teaching. My mother often tells me to read more books and review more, but I turn a deaf ear and sometimes talk back to my mother. I really shouldn't. Mother's love is unforgettable.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "Yes, a loving mother sews clothes for her son. But maternal love doesn't stop there. Who said that full of green, a roadside grass, can repay the brilliance of the sun?
Mom, you are the sun, and I am the grass on the roadside!
I see. Composition 600 words 4
Summer passed and autumn came. The autumn wind is a bit chilly, but there is also a trace of spring and summer warmth in it. The autumn wind blows, and the leaves make a playful sound. Autumn wind caresses people's cheeks, caresses us, and makes us feel the coolness and warmth of autumn. I felt incomparable warmth in the autumn wind in the afternoon. Because the wind is full of fatherly love.
That afternoon, I'm going to ride a bike. My father took a newspaper and read it in the shade by the wall. I practice cycling by myself in the community. I practice slowly. Although I have something to touch, I still practice patiently. Because if I am old enough to ride a bike, I will be laughed at by others. Therefore, I made up my mind to practice cycling.
The autumn wind caressed me and took away my sweat. I think it's cool. I practice again and again, just to master the direction and learn from it what needs to be corrected.
Gradually, I learned it, so I'm going to ride my bike three times like a gallop. When I am ready, I start riding. I rode in the autumn wind twice. Autumn wind is like my mother by my side, wiping away sweat for me. So I'm not sexy anymore.
When I turned the corner on that wall like flying, I couldn't control the direction and speed well and fell to the ground in an instant. I looked at my father for help, but he said, "Get up by yourself." I listened, angry and unconvinced, and thought, What's the big deal? Hum! After getting up, I patted the dust on my body and got on my bike. At the moment when I disdained bricks, I saw my father's gratified smile. At that moment, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. At that moment, I understood. There was a sense of pride and relief in the smile at that moment. When the autumn wind blew, I suddenly felt the warmth and love of my father. At that moment, I understood what my father meant. Father's love can warm the cool autumn wind.
Autumn wind caresses me, which makes me feel not only warmth, but also fatherly love.
I see. Composition 600 words 5
When I was a child, I was very naughty. I often fight with my neighbor's children and make myself very dirty. My mother often jokes that I am a "little clay figurine".
Once, I was having a mud fight with a few friends, such as Xiao Gang and A Feng. We crumpled up the mud and threw it at the enemy. Looking at our muddy friends, we all laughed. Just then, Xiao Gang of the other side took advantage of people's unprepared attack on me, and a mass of mud just hit me in the mouth. Everyone laughed and leaned forward and backward. I was so angry that I picked up a small stone and threw it over. That was a good throw, and it hit Xiaogang right on the head. "Ha-ha" Just when I was proud, I found blood running down his head, and all my friends ran away in fear. Xiao Gang cried in pain. I was scared, too, and stood there at a loss, tears streaming down unconsciously. Fortunately, the adults came running when they heard the crying. Xiaogang's parents saw it and rushed him to the hospital. My parents are here. When they saw me, they not only didn't ask me what was wrong, but also kept blaming me and took me to the hospital immediately. "I'm not hurt." I muttered something. "Shut up," Dad snapped at once. "I want you to apologize to others."
Mom and dad just bought a lot of things for Xiao, and apologized to them. Because it was just a skin injury, it passed like this. In the evening, my mother cooked many dishes that I like to eat. Although I looked at these dishes and swallowed, I refused to eat them with a straight face. "Come on, kid, it's almost time for dinner." "I don't eat. None of you love me, you are not my parents, and I hate you. " "Silly boy, we are all for your own good. If there are mistakes, we must correct them, and we will understand our painstaking efforts in the future. " At that time, I didn't understand how my parents helped others, but now I understand that my parents are helping me to take responsibility, educating me how to be a man and telling me what to do and what not to do. I understand the composition of 600 words.
Shredded drawing paper piled wastepaper baskets all over the floor. There is "Moonlight Song" playing nearby, and the music becomes sad. After a few days, I always can't find the direction of writing.
This is probably the biggest difficulty I have encountered in learning to draw. I have been practicing sketching for nearly a month. At first, the shapes are similar, and later the artistic conception is the same. Now my thoughts and feelings are the same, but the teacher always says that something is missing.
I understand that what painting needs is not how much you want to copy, but a kind of your own thought. To draw your own style, it is not enough to imitate it blindly. Now, I'm stuck there and I can't find my way!
By chance, I was lucky enough to come to a painting and calligraphy exhibition in Yiwu. I like a picture of my father written by a farmer. In this excellent exhibition, I only prefer it, and its concise picture deeply attracts me. The "father" in the painting, simple clothes and rough hands all reflect the spirit of hard struggle of farmers and create a unique rural atmosphere.
Seeing this painting, I seem to see the light of the East. When I got home, I picked up my brush and drew quickly, and the picture in my mind flashed by like a slide. The brush kept touching the paper, making a rustling sound. I stared at the gradually clear picture on the drawing paper, and I felt an unprecedented strange feeling in my heart.
I'm thinking about my paintings, people, scenery and things in them. I seem to see my mother dragging her body after a hard day's work and cooking dinner for my father and me.
I understand, I understand mother's hard work, I understand mother's hard work. I understand, understand the truth of painting, and understand that you should have a calm heart when painting. I see, I see, painting should start with the things around you and describe the things and scenes from the heart!
I understand a lot from painting, and I understand that I should have a grateful heart, and I understand a lot.
I see. Composition 600 words 7
"Happiness" is like a person's mood, there are many kinds, happy, sad, sour, sweet and bitter. But it is as white as the sky.
The happiness of childhood is sweet.
When I was a child, we wore two braids every day, played on the ridge, ran in the fields and enjoyed the happiness brought by nature. If an uncle and aunt we know gave us a candy, we would be as full of vitality as the young grass just growing in spring. For us as children, happiness is actually very simple. It is like a red apple, which is sweet everywhere.
Now happiness is sour one by one.
As we grow older, we grow up and learn a lot of truth and things. We no longer have the real smiling faces when we were young. What we do is to study hard and enjoy the happiness brought by study. If we get good grades in a mid-term or final exam, we will be as proud as an eagle flying in the sky, but now happiness needs a little effort, so it is like a green apple on an apple tree, sour and sweet.
Happiness in the future-bitterness.
In the future, we are all grown up, and our busy career makes us breathless all day. However, no one can predict the future. Maybe I am a doctor, maybe I am a nurse, maybe I am a manager, maybe I am an assistant. In short, we will be immersed in the happiness of work in the future, just like an adult tree. After the storm, our happiness will be like rotten apples on the apple tree. Although we have experienced many difficulties before we get happiness, it is called taking pains.
Happiness is actually very simple. Sometimes when someone gives you a smile, a greeting is happiness. We have different happiness at different stages, but no matter which one, we are satisfied.
I see. Composition 600 words 8
"Have a meal!" My mother shouted, and I sat down at the table and looked at a plate of water celery on the table. I can't help thinking of that. It was a Saturday in the sixth grade last semester. When it was time to eat, I rushed out of the room excitedly, but when I arrived at the dining table, I suddenly lost my appetite: water celery and bitter gourd, although the dishes on the table were rich, they were all things I didn't like. It is strange that my parents should know this. I look like this. This sentence makes me even more dissatisfied. My mother knows that I hate these dishes. Why did she tell me that I was really dumb and ate Rhizoma Coptidis? d？ D has something to say. I can't help talking back to my mother. I can't enjoy this meal. If you just eat, you can't eat any more. I can't help it I am coping with this dinner with a lot of resentment. Halfway through the meal, I said that I had a bad appetite today and walked into the room with my head down, but I felt inexplicable grievances in my heart: What happened to my mother today? She bought so many dishes when she knew I didn't like them. She is not like this at ordinary times! I can't figure it out if I want to break my head, so I have to pray silently in my heart that this kind of thing won't happen again. Gloomily, I finished my homework and fell asleep.
A new day has begun. I got up early and wandered around the house. Suddenly, my eyes were fixed on a book on my father's desk with the reverse side up. Curiosity drove me to open it. It turned out to be a cookbook. How strange! When did our family have such a book! After reading the catalogue, I realized that Oenanthe javanica is an ideal vegetable for nourishing the brain. No wonder my mother bought it back! Later, I asked my father to know that my mother thought I was a graduating class student and was too tired to learn recipes. Only then did I know my mother's good intentions.
Oh, I see, my parents' love is not only expressed in words, but also accompanied by a kind of silent care.
I see. Composition 600 words 9
Tick-tock, tick-tock, snuggle up and die, watching raindrops fall on the window lattice, I was not very cold about this kind of thing until I saw it.
The sky became overcast, dark clouds covered it, rain poured in, the wind roared like a thousand horses, and the trees were blown to pieces and rustled. I just want to close the window, lie in bed, listen to everything outside, read books and spend such a beautiful afternoon leisurely. But just as I was about to close the window, I saw a caterpillar.
I thought that the earth, which was originally active and vital, was instantly looking for a hiding place because of the arrival of dark clouds, and was deeply afraid of being hurt. At first, the sun could contend with the dark clouds, but it was soon swallowed up. This little guy actually committed a crime against the beautiful wind, and did not give up his dream because of the external environment. He went on with his work-cocoon formation, and worked harder than before. Poof! The caterpillar on the branch was knocked down by the rain in the puddle. It kept struggling in the water, tossing and turning. I thought it would die and just wanted to return, but it climbed up the "shore" bit by bit. So I continued to observe it and watched it continue its "project", regardless of the heavy rain.
Just when I was delighted with its behavior, a gust of wind blew it down again, and my heart couldn't help worrying about it. Seeing it lying motionless on the water, I was really Anna, so I held an umbrella, carefully picked it up and put it in a box, leaving it to its fate. I thought it would sleep quietly all the time, but a few days later I found that it had successfully broken its cocoon and turned into a butterfly, fluttering its beautiful wings and flying out of the window.
I can't help but admire this butterfly, which broke out of its cocoon for beauty; For the ideal, overcome the hardships of wind and rain; For self, not affected by the environment. A butterfly is like this. What about us?
I see. The composition is 600 words, 10.
When the male eagle flies freely in the blue sky, have you ever thought about how hard it is to pay behind this grandeur?
Shortly after the baby eagle was born, when it was hungry, the mother eagle didn't feed the baby eagle like other birds did. The baby eagle had to learn to fly day and night in order to get food from its mother. With the growth of the month, the young eagle's feathers are fuller and the flight training begins. They were taken to the edge of the cliff by the mother eagle and then mercilessly pushed off the cliff. In fact, mother eagle doesn't want to do this, but she has to do it in order to build the blue sky of her child's life.
Then, after months of cruel training, it was unimaginable. The baby eagle stood on the edge of the cliff, remembering her mother's flying movements: spreading her wings, flying and flapping her wings. Flying off the cliff again and again, tortured and black and blue, but this can't stop it. It deeply knows that it can't live under its mother's wings all its life, and it must learn to fly, because it is an eagle with a deep desire to fly, and the sky is engraved in its bones.
Once again, it came to the edge of the cliff and stared at the sky with clear and bright eyes. It took a deep breath, rushed out and kept flapping its wings, but its body still fell straight, with blood on its wings, but it didn't care, and kept dancing its wings desperately, letting the blood drop be free. It firmly believes that it is an eagle soaring in the sky, and no suffering can stop its firm will, and the blue sky is its talent. It is thinking, singing and fluttering, and its rhythm is getting faster and faster. Suddenly, it seems to understand something. A magical and beautiful arc crossed the sky and then rushed to the depths of the sky. It screamed with excitement, its efforts and persistence made it, and now it is a real eagle.
Life is nothing more than that. It is precisely because of its tenacious will and lofty aspirations that the eagle has learned to fly, and its life has value. The eagle is tenacious. What about us humans? At this moment, I seem to understand that the meaning of life lies not in its length, but in whether you play your limited life to the extreme!