Composition 1: "Essay: The Him Deep in My Memory" 1,000 words The Him Deep in My Memory In this world, there are all kinds of people: rich, poor, noble, sneaky... and

There are no longer a few friends around me. Everyone has their own style. What I remember deeply is a very sloppy-looking man I met at the station, but he handed me a gift.

I have benefited a lot from this truth, and this truth will always be remembered like when I go to the station to wait for the bus every day.

I go to school every day, and waiting for and riding the bus are of course an indispensable part of my routine!

There will be no surprise today, because today is no different from usual.

However, just as I was walking towards the station alone, I saw a faint blue figure dangling above the station in the distance. I was disappointed and thought: Cough!

It's him again, why is he so unlucky? Otherwise, I shouldn't take the same bus with him. After he gets on the bus, I'll have to wait for the next one?

oops!

If I had known earlier, I would have gone out earlier, but now I have no time!

What should I do!

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I wandered to the station with this annoying question. I glanced at him disdainfully. I was startled and almost shouted: Oh my god!

He was wearing clothes that were so tattered that anyone who looked at them would probably vomit. His hair was fluffy and dirty. I wondered if he had ever taken a shower in this life.

The wood-like arms were so ugly that I couldn't help but ask: How often does he eat meat?

His shoes surprised me even more: Has he never changed his shoes since he was a child?

Or is this not a pair of things called "shoes" at all!

This made my impression of him worse.

After a while, the 610 office came, and I thought to myself: Let’s go!

Just stay away from him, otherwise you'll be late for school!

I "pulled out" the transportation card from my bag. After he got on the bus, I squeezed in, pressed on the swipe card machine, and looked forward: Hum!

When others see him, they give up a seat for fear of being wiped. This is probably the biggest benefit of this kind of person!

I sneered and only heard him for a moment: "Ah hum, ah hum!" My mood was about to reach its lowest point. Even though one of us was at the front door and the other at the back door, I was still afraid that I would be disgusted by him, so I always held my breath.

breathe.

But then something unexpected happened to me: an old man was hit by a motorcycle. At this time, the back door just opened, and a blue shadow flashed out from the car and helped the old man up.

An old man, I was about to get out of the car. When I took a closer look, I saw that the "sloppy guy" I looked down on from the bottom of my heart was helping others, but the old man didn't seem to appreciate it, and instead scolded him.

: "Don't touch me! It's so dirty!" I thought he would resist, but he didn't mean to refute. He just sighed softly and walked away quietly.

I didn't say much or think much, but I was sure that my dislike for him was gone. As I walked to school, I thought a lot.

??Xiao He Composition Network You can't just look at a person's shortcomings and appearance, but look at it from an appreciative perspective. In this way, you will find that a person's only shortcoming is that he has too many advantages.

Composition 2: "He in the Deep Memory" 700 words Him in the Memory "You, you are Little P!" With a call, I turned around and saw him.

Tall, with wheat-colored skin and the same evil smile.

I met him on the road.

The moment I saw him, memories deep in my memory were aroused.

He used to be the lawless "Pi King" in the class, and I was the class president.

At that time, the teacher arranged for me to be his deskmate, hoping that I could help him well.

One day after school, I walked out of the teaching building late because I was on duty.

As the sun sets, the playground is bathed in the afterglow.

In the distance, the white dovecote is also shrouded in a sunset red.

Taking a closer look, I saw a figure squatting at the door of the dove house. Although his back was turned to me, I could still clearly identify him.

I hesitated for a while and finally walked towards him.

"What are you doing?" I asked standing behind him.

He remained silent and just turned his body slightly.

I saw a white dove with a white cloth tied to its left foot lying in his hand.

"Is it injured?" "Yes." He nodded, "Last week after school, I saw it flapping its wings under the poplar tree in the playground, but it couldn't fly to the dovecote. I ran over and found its wings.

The foot is bleeding. I will take it home and bandage it immediately. "You will take care of it every day from now on." He nodded.

"Why don't you tell us!" I said while reaching out and gently stroking the white dove's feathers. The flawless white feathers were warm and soft.

And it seemed to be human, and it looked directly at me.

"Can I help it with you?" I asked cautiously.

"What." He was stunned for a moment and looked at me blankly, his eyes seemed to exude a different brilliance than before.

Then he said with a bad smile: "Okay, you can't go back on your word." "Of course." Under the sunset, I made this agreement with him.

Day by day passed, and one morning, the white dove finally spread its wings and flew freely with the "big army".

After that, the relationship between me and him eased. I patiently explained the topic to him, and he gradually listened to my words, making significant progress in all aspects. "We happened to meet you, let me treat you to milk tea!" He took a few steps forward.

, waved to me.

"Hmm, okay.