A complete composition of 450 words, including punctuation. It was a rainy day, and I hurriedly walked home. There were few pedestrians on the road, but I bumped into a person and knocked him staggering. He quickly helped me

I stood firm by leaning against the wall, but fortunately I didn't fall. I looked at this man through the rain curtain. His withered hands, thin body, patched clothes, and a pair of eyes looking at me blankly - it turned out to be a man.

Blind man. I blushed and said, "Uncle, I bumped into you accidentally. I'm sorry. Do you want to go home now? I'll see you off." "Okay," his wrinkled and haggard face seemed

He showed a smile. I supported him and walked forward. Suddenly, I tripped on something under my feet, almost fell, and my toes hurt. I looked down and saw that it was a brick. I was trying to move it.

But when he saw that the bricks were too dirty, he complained: "Who threw the bricks on the ground and almost tripped me? Old man, be careful not to drop them." The old man did not move, he stretched out his thin hand.

, squatted down, touched the ground with his hands a few times, picked up the bricks, put them in the corner, and said: "Maybe others will fall when they pass by here. We should be more considerate of others." Then he put the bricks covered with mud and water.

I wiped my hand on the wall. My eyes were moist, and I quickly took out my beloved handkerchief and wiped the muddy water on his hand. I found that the old man seemed to be staring closely at him with his rain-wet eyes.

Looking at me, I blushed and lowered my head in shame. Yes! On the road to home, I am his guide, but on the road of life, he is my guide. "Think about others."

, this is exactly the right path of life that he pointed out to me. 1. A passing by while walking, a meaningful glance back, a love for you that was too late to say, and an acquaintance and departure during the journey.

, we are always missing, but we are always reminiscing, whether it is a lashing out at the mistakes we have made, or whether we are really pursuing the taste of being lost.

2. The taste in memory is always sought after by most people, either recalled or cherished.

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Buddha said: Thousands of years of reincarnation are just a passing opportunity.

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4. On the bluestone road, I have been praying for a million years, just for you to look at me. After all the wind and rain, I just want to look back.

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5. A child wants to be raised but cannot be loved by others. Only when he loses and misses does he realize that his parents love him so deeply.

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6. We had a very happy relationship, but parting here is such a painful separation. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water.

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7. Each of us misses family, friendship or love every day. Do they taste sour?

sweet?

bitter?

hot?

It is full of human tastes, but we need to keep looking forward. We can remember, but more importantly, we should cherish the present with the heart of remembering the past. Don't cry for the broken milk, and don't regret the missed shooting stars.

Write five animal essays with 400 words. Punctuation marks also count as words. I love you, little rabbit. My family has a group of lively and cute little rabbits.

Look, some of them are all white, as white as a pile of shining snowflakes, and some are black and white, like a group of naughty red pandas, so cute.

The long erect ears, the small eyes like glass balls, the cute three-petal mouth, and the silver needle-like beard all left a wonderful memory for me.

Rabbits have great jumping ability.

Its body with short front legs and long hind legs makes it always jump when walking, which is so eye-catching.

Long ears and short tail are the most proud features of rabbits.

Now, under the sun, it was leisurely admiring its pair of big and long "ears". Suddenly, it saw its short and thick tail!

Sweet potato vines are a delicacy for rabbits.

Whenever I put sweet potato vines in front of them, they always eat them with relish, looking around while eating, as if they are afraid that others will take them away.

When they eat, they keep adding their upper lips, and their mouths open and close, as if to say: "It's delicious! I want more, I want to eat more." Whenever this happens, I can't help but eat.

Stuff more sweet potato vines in the rabbit cage.

I stroked the little rabbit and said kindly: "Eat, eat, eat more, grow faster and fatter." Feeding the little rabbits has become a "homework" that I must do every day, and those little rabbits are under my care.

, healthy growth, and also makes my life full of fun.

When I see these happily growing little rabbits, I can't help but say: "I love you, little rabbit."

Please write a fifth-grade composition (more than 400 words, no more than 450 words, including punctuation) that is not too difficult to understand.

An unforgettable thing It was a rainy day and I hurried home.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, but I bumped into a person and knocked him staggering. He quickly held on to the wall to stand still, but luckily he didn't fall.

I looked at this man through the rain curtain. He had withered hands, a thin body, patched clothes, and a pair of eyes looking at me blankly - he turned out to be a blind man.

I blushed and said, "Uncle, I bumped into you accidentally. I'm sorry. Do you want to go home now? I'll take you there." "Okay, thank you.