The first title is 600 words 1.
As I gradually enter adolescence, my sense of independence is getting stronger and stronger! There are only two weeks left in the semester, and I have an idea, that is, to work! With the help of my uncle! I got a job as a porter in a private shopping mall! It may be a big difficulty for a person who has never done heavy work at home 14 years old. But I don't know how difficult it is
On Sunday, the first time in my life is about to begin. It can be said that there are no men there, only two women! It seems that I will have bad luck in the future! I thought it was just moving goods, but I was actually going to deliver them. The first delivery was actually to take 50 kilograms to the eighth floor. I still gritted my teeth and moved the goods up. By the time I got there, I was almost down, my heart was racing and my hands and feet were weak. At that time, it felt as if the whole person had been abandoned. When I went downstairs, I was like a walking corpse. Wow! After the delivery, the whole person is dying, but I am clamoring for work myself. How can I give up easily? Ben went to work for two cousins first, and they only worked for half a day. I heard from my dad that I think they are really useless, but now, I don't think I have the right to laugh at them at all. After all, work is not easy. I don't want to be like my cousins, and I don't want others to say that I can't even eat this hard work.
One morning, I was already familiar with the delivery route. Every time I deliver the goods, my clothes are wet, and I drink dozens of cups every day. As it was my first day at work, I was very diligent and didn't have a rest. After delivery, I took the initiative to ask if there was a list, and I got along well with my boss, talking and laughing. Plus the boss looks funny, I can't help laughing, short! Fat! And a whole black African!
Originally, they said it was from 8 am to afternoon 1 1, but it was after afternoon 12 that the cleaning began. Pushing the refrigerator, I found that it had passed 1 after cleaning up. I dragged my tired body back to the dormitory, went to bed after washing, and didn't know when I fell asleep, fell asleep. ...
"Dong! Knock on the door. Knock on the door. Zheng Hui, Zheng Hui! " The boss came to call someone. My colleague Zheng Hui, 17 years old. He is in charge of keeping the key. We quickly replied, got dressed, ran to wash our faces and brush our teeth, and helped open a shop without breakfast. After moving, I went to have breakfast, and I didn't even have enough time to sleep. The boring day is about to begin again. Gradually, the diligence when I first came slowly disappeared. When I got home, they asked me if I wanted to continue doing it, so I gritted my teeth and did it!
Back at the mall, I was a little embarrassed. After all, I ran away and worried them. I went there to apologize. I worked hard that day and dared not look up at them.
After my efforts, I made it 1 1, and I began to feel pain in my chest. My parents knew I was delivering the goods and stopped me. I also got up the courage to resign from my boss. Five days later, I got my first salary, 260 yuan, but I was not happy when I got the money, because I knew it was earned by a lot of sweat! I worked hard to get every one of them, which is not worth being happy about. I finally know the hard work of making money. I finally know why parents want their children to read good books. It turns out that this job is not easy to do. I have begun to feel the hard work of my parents, repeating the boring life every day, just for the children. I'm starting to want to go back to campus. I finally know that teachers always say that students who drop out of school say that their original intention is good. It turned out that when I was young, I worked so hard and my life was limited. Instead of trying to find a tutor to put in a good word, let the children go to work! He is the best teacher.
Write 600 words for the first time.
In the afternoon, it was drizzling and the window was hazy.
At this moment, a figure flashed outside the window. It is a boy. His head was wet, the rain ran down his cheeks and his clothes were half wet, but he didn't seem to care and ran in the drizzle.
I felt very interested, pushed open the door, stood in the rain and shouted to him, "Why are you running in the rain?" ? Aren't you afraid of catching cold? "
"No, I'm not afraid. On the contrary, I think it is a great enjoyment. "
His forceful answer surprised me. "How to enjoy it?" I said a word to him.
"Well ..." He pondered for a while, as if the question was difficult to answer. "The drizzle hit my face, itchy, cool and comfortable. When the wind blows, there will be an unspeakable enjoyment when running forward. "
After that, he smiled and said to me, "What's the matter? Do you want to give it a try? "
What shall we do? Run or not? If I catch a cold from the forest, it will be too uneconomical. I hesitated for a while and finally nodded firmly.
Hey! It's really an honor. Raindrops fell on my head, face and hands, itchy, without a chill. I lay on my back, and in a short time, my face was covered with water drops. I rubbed water and found it very interesting.
The wind is blowing! The wind came at me with raindrops. I am not to be outdone, but I am running in the wind. Naughty raindrops hit my face obliquely and flowed down bit by bit. It is really cool and comfortable. Trees rustle and leaves sway from side to side, clapping for me. Raindrops fell into the water, tinkling and drumming, encouraging me to continue. It's just that the flowers are not very powerful, and I bent over with my silly smile. However, I have fallen in love with running in the rain.
So, whenever it rains in Mao Mao, there is another figure.
Write 600 words on the first topic 3.
The first time I did housework, I tasted the real taste of being a master-hard work. Really tired, it is not easy for parents to clean the house!
At first, I was learning English. Mom came back and was very angry when she saw the house in a mess. Just order me to tidy my room!
I held my breath and picked up the tablecloth to wipe my desk. The dust on the table is flying all over the sky, which makes me cough unconsciously. I just wiped it, and the sweat soaked me and made me upset. My mother once again loudly instructed me, "Mao Mao, go and put away the things beside your bed. It's a mess I am going to be angry! " I should be angry! I was so angry that I couldn't do anything well. My mother was so verbose that she almost smashed the bedside table. Mother shouted as soon as she entered the room, "What's the matter with you? You haven't packed for so long? I must be lazy, just seeking quantity and not quality, impetuous. " I'm serious (actually, I want to do better, so stop nagging! ), it's not that I'm lazy, it's that my mother blames me. The feeling of being wronged is really uncomfortable! After a while, my mother went out to make lunch. In a rage, I broke the electric fan into eight pieces and wiped the dust with a rag. There's too much dust, and it's a big lump when you wipe it gently! I thought to myself: I asked you to call me lazy, I cleaned the electric fan, and if I asked you to fight, I would die! However, it is not good to say that I can't do it. I just rubbed it for a little while, and I was sweating and panting. I bravely tried to clean the fan, and the rag was washed again and again, and finally it was cleaned. About an hour later, I was sweating on the fan blades. As soon as my mother came in, she saw a mess on the ground, all kinds of fan parts and a pile of dust, and I sat in the middle. My mother gave a strange cry: "Oh ~ ~ ~" Before "Mom" finished, my mother took my parts, washed them in the bathtub, and scolded me: "Why are you wiping this?" I only asked you to put things, fold the quilt and wipe small things. What should I do if I hurt someone by rubbing such a big fan? "I'm laughing, the way my mother washes the fan is ridiculous!
Afterwards, I swept the floor again. Actually, sweeping the floor is very interesting. I searched every room. I just took the initiative to tell my mother that I cleaned it very clean. After a few minutes, my mother scolded me for throwing dog blood on my head, and the garbage was still piled up in the bedroom. I still haven't cleaned it. Finally, my mother swept it again and the battle was over.
Cleaning for the first time, although a little slow and poor, but still very happy!
Write 600 words for the first time.
The new semester has begun. My brother and I are 1 1 years old. In a blink of an eye, we are in grade five, and our parents think we should stay at school. The night before school started, my mother said, let's go to school and stay. Hearing this, I am as excited as a deer running in the jungle.
We two brothers are happy to report to the school. After the report, mom and dad settled our two brothers and went home.
But the real accommodation, especially at night, is not as good as I expected. After staying for two days, I finally went home on holiday. I said to my mother, "Mom, I don't want to live. Accommodation is too uncomfortable! " "Mom said," why? Didn't you always want to stay? " "Because the dormitory gave me a particularly good impression, but I found that the management was too strict after I arrived. "I said with grievance." Son, sooner or later, you have to adapt to the accommodation life. Junior high school, high school and college are far from home. Do you want me to pick you up from school? "Mom said gently.
"I just don't want to live!"
"Let's just let it be, ok? There are evening lessons on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Shall we come back on Wednesday? " Mom mentioned it.
"all right." I reluctantly agreed.
In this way, I gradually adapted to the accommodation life. At home, my mother does psychological work for me; At school, the teacher does ideological work for me. They all coaxed me to stay and let me adapt to the accommodation life.
Slowly I understand that people have joys and sorrows, and there are ups and downs. Birds always leave their nests and fly far away, and small fish will leave the river and swim to the sea. People always have to leave their hometown to start a business. Only when people adapt to the collective and go to the society can they open up a new road for themselves and realize their own life value.
Up to now, I haven't adapted to staying at school all week and going home for one night on Wednesday, but I firmly believe that with the care and encouragement of my parents and teachers, I will be able to adapt to the accommodation life one day.
Write 600 words for the first time.
At noon today, I am very hungry. My mother cooked rice, but the dishes were not fried. My mother decided to let me fry a dish.
My mother will teach me to make an "omelette persimmon". Mom said, brush the pot clean, dry the water in the pot with a torch, then pour the oil into the pot, cut the persimmon, and then she took out two eggs from the refrigerator. After a while, the oil boiled, and my mother knocked the eggs on the edge of the pot in no hurry. When her hand was released, the egg immediately fell into the pot. Mother fried the eggs, put the persimmons in the pot and kept stirring them up and down with a spoon. Soon, the food was cooked.
My mouth is watering at the smell of delicious food. I said, "Mom, let me try!" " ""good! " Mom replied.
So, like my mother, I took out a tomato and two eggs from the refrigerator. I also cut the tomato into orange petals, but I didn't cut it well. I cut it into a big one and a small one, which is very asymmetrical. I boiled the oil again and knocked the eggs on the edge of the pot. The egg seems very disobedient and hasn't broken at all. I was in a hurry, and when I fell hard, the egg hit the pot. I stepped back in horror and threw the eggshell into the pot in a hurry. At this time, my mother came to pick up the egg shell and was about to sprinkle salt into the pot. Unexpectedly, as soon as I touched my mother, she spilled a spoonful of salt into the pot.
Next, I add persimmons and stir fry. Soon, the dish is ready. I quickly took a bite and then spit it out. I said, "It's so salty, bitter and salty. It tastes terrible. Not as good as my mother. " Mother listened and said, "Never mind, once born, twice cooked, just learn more."
Through this cooking, I understand that everything should be studied, observed and worked hard. Only in this way can things be done well!