How to write a composition with a monthly income of 500 words

1. The golden autumn of harvesting more than 500 words in five months is the harvest season. Some people have harvested fruits, some people have harvested joy, and some people have been moved. But I got success, happiness and confidence. All these gains come from my love, persistence and hard work for the piano!

One year on stage, ten years off stage. I have understood the profound meaning of this sentence since I learned piano at the age of 6. I clearly remember when I said to my mother in a childish voice, "I want to learn piano." "Son, are you sure? You can't give up as long as you learn. " My mother told me earnestly. "Well, never give up, never give up." I answered in a firm tone. Before studying, my mother showed me many stories about pianists practicing piano since childhood. I know Mozart once said, "whoever works as hard as I do will be as successful as I am." This sentence shows Mozart's persistence and love for the piano. I know Beethoven once said: I will hold my destiny by the throat, and it must not push me around at will. This sentence highlights Beethoven's persistence and hard work on the piano ... easier said than done. I have been playing for two hours every day since I was 6 years old. I don't know how many times, thousands, tens of thousands of times my fingers have to touch the piano. Hearing the children's laughter outside the window, I couldn't help saying to my mother, "I want to go out, too." But it reminds me that I can only stick to my promise to my mother and I can't give up. I can't remember how many times I made a mistake in my notes and was marked red by the teacher with a bamboo board; I can't remember how many times tears flowed silently; I can't remember how many times my finger hurts. Participated in Shaanxi Piano Competition during the Eleventh Period. When wonderful music flowed from my hands and I heard thunderous applause, I felt that my efforts, sweat and efforts were all worthwhile! I made it!

Be confident, you will see. Work hard and you will get it. Stick to it and you will succeed! Yes, I succeeded!

Along the way, I gained confidence, joy and success!

2. What have I gained from the 500-word composition? How did I get it? I opened the skylight of my memory, and the past events came to my mind like stars. Among them, these two things are still fresh in my memory.

I got a successful composition of 500 words.

Today, my mother is resting at home. At noon, there was a very good TV play that attracted my mother. Hungry after finishing homework: "Mom, what's for lunch today? I am so hungry! " Mother said slowly, "The meal is ready. Go peel some potatoes and I'll fry them later. " I covered my growling stomach and said, "All right." Soon, the potatoes were peeled. I said, "The potatoes are peeled. Come and fry. " Mom added, "You can cut the peeled potatoes into strips." "Oh," I said weakly. After cutting the potatoes, I said, "Now it's time for you to fire." Mother said lazily, "You fry, I teach you to fry, and I exercise you.

Everyone says that autumn is the golden harvest season, which seems to be imperceptible in the city. Only in the open fields of the countryside can we look up at the sky getting higher and higher in autumn and the endless golden waves, and people's mood will become brighter like freshly washed glass. But think carefully, why is autumn the harvest season? Didn't we get anything in the other three seasons? In pink spring, we harvest the joy of migratory birds, and new willows brush the tenderness on our faces; In the grass-green summer, we harvest the songs of crickets, and raindrops fall on our shoulders. In the silver winter, we harvested the dance steps of snowflakes falling gently, and harvested the warmth of sunshine after a night of north wind. Look, we have a lot of harvest every season! In fact, more importantly, our hearts have been harvesting. A brisk piece of music puts wings on the mood and flies to the sky like a butterfly; A gorgeous picture washes away dust for eyes and reflects the colorful sunshine of life like a diamond; A fascinating book.

But thinking about it is like sitting in a time machine and swimming in the past and the future ~ ~ ~

I hope you can also gain something in life, when people's mood will be like freshly cleaned glass, and more importantly, our hearts will always gain something; A fascinating book set people on an imaginary journey.

Look, the tenderness of the new willow brushing the face; In the winter wrapped in silver, we harvest the dance steps of snowflakes landing gently, reflecting the colorful sunshine of life like diamonds; Harvest from moving! Actually fly to the sky like a butterfly? Didn't we get anything in the other three seasons? Pink spring, we harvest the joy of migratory birds and become more brilliant. A brisk piece of music puts wings on the mood, and we have a lot of gains in every season. After a night of north wind and warm sunshine, why is autumn the harvest season? A gorgeous picture washes away the dust for the eyes; In the grass-green summer, we harvest crickets' songs and endless golden waves.

Everyone says that autumn is the golden harvest season, and raindrops are sprinkled on the shoulders, which seems invisible in the city. Only in the open space of the country can you look up at the sky that is getting higher and higher in autumn.

Composition of about 4.500 words: () I live in a very ordinary family. Even so, it brings me endless happiness and knowledge.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I saw many parents buy delicious food for their children, and I cried and asked my mother for it, but my mother didn't buy it for me many times. Slowly, I learned the reason why my mother didn't buy it for me: it turned out that my mother didn't buy it for me because I was disobedient and too willful.

After knowing that, I learned my lesson: walking in the street, I saw some delicious food and ignored it completely, but my mother took the initiative to buy me this and that. At this time, I suddenly understood a truth: it is useless to cry and be willful. I have to be a good boy who is sensible and obedient.

Since then, I have formed a good habit. Kindergarten life is over, and I came to the experimental primary school. It feels very fresh here, and everything is different from kindergarten.

When I was in the second grade, our school opened a special class called "Little Reporter". When my parents found out, they asked me to sign up for this class. They believe that writing is a difficult thing for a child who has just learned composition, so laying a good foundation for writing from an early age will be of great help to his future study.

In this special class, I met my first teacher, Miss Lu. On one occasion, Mr. Lu selected the works of several students in the class and submitted them to the city newspaper.

I didn't expect that only my work was published on it, and my heart was as sweet as honey. Mom and dad are also very happy, praising my progress from time to time.

Since then, I like writing. Seeing that my interest in writing is so high, my father took time to take me to observe nature. He also said that it would enrich my imagination.

So there are more and more books on my bookshelf, and more and more good words and sentences are accumulated in my mind. My father often said to me, "Reading is like a million volumes, writing is like a god …" Since then, I have been writing a composition, and my father takes me to see the wonderful changes in nature every week. For me, a composition is born every week, and then I contribute to newspapers and magazines. However, after being thrown out, all the stones sank into the sea and there was no news. I persisted for two months and was a little discouraged. At this moment, I suddenly saw the sentence "Persistence is victory" posted above my desk, so I persisted again.

Finally, I began to reap the harvest with Toshiyoshi. After I won the award certificate twice in a row, my confidence in writing became stronger.

Mom and dad laughed, too. They said to me in unison, "You are great! Really amazing! " Not long after, my parents discussed it and bought me a computer. Looking at this brand-new computer, I feel very happy. I think: I must redouble my efforts to live up to my parents' expectations, write more and better works in the future and become an excellent writer in the future.

5. Write a composition about 500 words on the topic of "Harvest". On the long road of life, everyone has gained a lot. When young, harvest youth and vitality; Gain experience and wisdom in old age. When you succeed, you reap joy and happiness; When you fail, you gain strength and determination. In the course of life, everything will pay off.

During the long summer vacation, I struggled to ask my parents for money to attend swimming training classes. The thought that the whole summer will not repeat the rhythm of the year of the king, and there will be another completely different summer life, and my heart is like a rough sea, which can't be calm for a long time.

But when I stood in front of the swimming pool and looked at the crowded hall, I felt an indescribable tension, and I couldn't help shivering. Will you go swimming like jiaozi in the future? It's creepy to think about it. "Is XX there?" "Who is XX?" A phone call brought me back from fantasy to reality. Looking at the sound source, an elderly man looked around and called my name. I rushed over. I'm XX. Oh, I'm your coach. Now everyone is here. Come with me. So I followed him into the swimming pool where I dreamed day and night.

After changing my bathing suit, I stood by the huge swimming pool and looked at the bottom of what seemed to be a bottomless pit with trembling. A cold wind blew and my heart was in a mess. I hesitated and regretted it! But among other young students (they are only seven or eight years old), I am a big sister. I had to do a few warm-up exercises hastily, crustily skin of head, and go into the water with the coach with nervous nerves. I closed my eyes and clung to the handrail for fear that someone might slip down accidentally. After my foot touched the bottom of the pool, my imaginary fear gradually disappeared with my careful exploration in the water again and again. After making sure there was no danger, I suddenly became bold. As instructed by the coach, I began to practice holding my breath underwater. After practicing for about ten minutes, I felt too bored and got into the water. Look around and swim freely in the water. I envy you. "I know all the contents of this class. I teach myself now. Maybe I can be like them, "I thought, thinking about how to swim.

I looked around to make sure the coach wouldn't notice. I began to think about this problem. What should I learn to swim? No breaststroke, no, the posture is too ugly. Butterfly stroke? No, no, I'm too tired. So backstroke? I had an epiphany so that I could learn backstroke without breathing. Lying on the water is so cool. Excited, I faced the water, took a deep breath and lay down straight. One second I was expecting to see the coach's approval, and the next I was completely overwhelmed. I was completely confused when I was unprepared. When I tried to lift my hands and feet, I found that I couldn't get up at all. Suddenly, fear once occupied my brain. A conscious mind keeps ordering me to stand up! Stand Up! With this awareness, I tried to stand up, but because my body was facing the water, I slipped down every time. I held out my hand, and in the dark, a pair of strong hands held me up. After grabbing a few mouthfuls of water, I began to cough violently as soon as I got out of the water, afraid to face the coach's livid face.

After this "painful" lesson, I dare not dream of reaching heaven in one step, but do it in a proper way. Now that I have learned to swim, I have overcome my fear of water, but every time I think about it, I still feel scared. At least that swimming taught me that if I want to succeed, I must go on honestly, and don't think there will be shortcuts, otherwise I will lose more.

For me, the "swimming incident" is not only an unforgettable painful memory, but also a harvest, a wealth and a profound philosophy.

6. In September, my 500-word harvest composition (the first day of junior high school) was another golden wind, another autumn water and September every year.

I don't know why, I like September, maybe it's because of the cool breeze in September and the cool and pleasant autumn. Maybe I like the beautiful colors in September, colorful; May be like fruitful September, flowers overflowing! The sky in September is full of laughter and laughter, which makes the long-lost smile invade our hearts. School starts again in September. Maybe in the new semester, we have too much hard work and pressure, but the new semester also contains happiness and hope.

As long as we welcome the new semester with a good mood, I believe we will certainly gain happiness. September brought me harvest.

At the beginning of September, I had the honor to participate in the activity of "Knowing China —— Training for Class Teachers in Primary and Secondary Schools in China". I benefited a lot from this activity.

Although we are very busy, we have listened to the excellent class teacher and studied online courses online. I learned a vivid case story on the internet, as well as the dialogue and exchange between the class teacher, education experts and other case owners.

Presenting all kinds of valuable experience and resources to our eyes, we "moved" and "led" the work of the class teacher. More than half a month's study, communication and discussion have given us good guidance in ideological cleaning and educational methods.

I believe I will examine, absorb and internalize with a challenging eye. September is busy again.

The hectic work of starting school really overwhelmed me. It's been more than half a month since school started, and I've been running high-speed nervously.

After registration, I have to fill out various forms, then elect class cadres, establish some rules and regulations of the class, make a system of adding points and deducting points for the class, make a plan to help the underachievers, and clarify my educational ideas ... At the same time, I have to conscientiously complete my teaching tasks. Miscellaneous and hectic, maybe this is the so-called enrichment! September is also happy and warm.

Lovely daughter went to kindergarten, and every time she received a warm message from the teacher: Happy mother, happy progress in kindergarten today! Words can't express that feeling. September, the harvest season, the return season ... also ushered in Teacher's Day, whether it is a small card, a warm blessing, a distant phone call, a silent message ... is our happiest time.

Because we have gained happiness and true feelings. In September, you will say goodbye to us.

Time is like water, years are like songs, and I feel that the pace of life is really too hasty. In this short month, I have many unforgettable experiences and feelings.

But I still have a lot to do, because time has turned a new page for us. Looking back on September, I look at the road I have traveled. There are bitterness and sweetness, and there are gains and gains, which will be treasured in the sea of flowers deep in my memory.

Wave September until it's all over. The road I have traveled in the past, whether it is hard or happy, I will take a leisurely step and accept new challenges.

Tell yourself, tell you, walk into the splendid October with a good mood, you love tea. Wherever you go, you like to take a teacup with you. Open the tea lid, the air is filled with faint tea fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. Inadvertently found that you are as thin as tea.

Without your vigorous posture and strong skin, it's just your bent back and deep wrinkles, but your sharp eyes are still so thrilling. The days you and I have passed are all short childhood, repeated misunderstandings, simple packaging, your silent love and my ignorance, which enrich each other.

Grandpa, I didn't understand you until now, so you love me. You are cold and stuffy, but I love to laugh. You are silent, but I am ignorant and misread your silent love. I am dissatisfied with you, but you are full of expectations for me.

When I was a child, I joined the calligraphy club, but I always felt that my calligraphy was far from the classmates in the club. At this time, you encouraged me to say, "Work hard, just like tea. Although it used to be common, it has become thin and dry after drying and frying ... It was originally green, but the fragrance when brewing is fascinating. At this time, there is a beautiful connotation. As long as you work hard, you will have a beautiful connotation. I answered and left.

A month later, I took part in the calligraphy competition and won the third prize. Although it is a pity, it has been affirmed by the teacher. I thought you would be happy to see all this, but you just glanced at it, raised your mouth and smiled. I took the certificate of commendation, and I felt a lot of disappointment, and my mood also fell to the bottom.

Sometimes when I see my grandfather's indifferent expression, I always feel redundant ... Once, my grandparents came to my house for the New Year. When I saw grandpa, he smiled at me and my heart was pricked. I always feel that this is the first time he has smiled at me.

I have a bad habit. I always like kicking the quilt when I sleep. These days, I have a runny nose and yawn repeatedly ... but these days, the quilt is always well covered. I thought it was my mother, and my heart was filled with deep warmth. It is late at night. I can't sleep for a long time because I have a bad cold. At this moment, a light suddenly entered the door. I quickly closed my eyes. He tucked me in, touched my forehead with the back of his hand, and left with a sigh. I slowly opened my eyes. The curved back gradually disappears into the darkness ... Is the temperature of this hand and the roughness of my hand grandpa ?.. The days you and I have passed are a gap of misunderstanding that can't be ignored, and I don't know how to resolve it willfully.

In a conversation with grandma, she said, "Your grandfather is really a fool. Last time you won the prize, he didn't know how happy he was. He told everyone all day that my grandson's handwriting was good ... but he insisted on pretending to be disdainful. " Now I understand that grandpa's disdain is an encouragement to me, so that I don't indulge in temporary success.

It turns out that the days you and I walked together were not misunderstandings, but love and happiness. The golden wind is cool and the years are golden. In a blink of an eye, the two years I spent with my teacher hurried by, leaving only the last September I spent in junior high school. It means a lot to me: this September is full of teachers' ardent hopes for every student and countless days and nights of hard work.

I think at the beginning, it was the teacher who opened the door of knowledge with a magic key with a smile and let me.

The cold wind blew off the swaying yellow leaves on the branches and buried them in the deep soil.

In winter in southern China, only some evergreen trees stand proudly in the cold wind. Oh, I would like to be a deciduous tree that leaves in the cold wind. I will not deliberately show myself in the cold winter like an evergreen tree, but turn that display into strength and wait for the next spring to bloom.

Some people say: "Simple, simple again, this is life." After the smell of harvest was diluted by the cold wind in the south, I deeply felt that life was so short and youth was so full of vitality in the days of racing against time.

Learning knowledge is like an annual ring. Over time, it carved traces of knowledge in your mind bit by bit. After learning, I can't help feeling: a little busier, a little busier, that is learning.

I sigh that time passes like water without trace, so I cherish time more. Before the fateful exam next year, our life is a sea of books.

Ostrovsky said, "You only have one life. Don't regret doing nothing. " He said it, and he did it, resulting in an immortal masterpiece "How Steel was Tempered", which shines with the light of life.

From the race against time, I understand the true meaning of "young people don't work hard, but old people are sad" Yes, in the field of study, you have the same sunshine and plenty of water, but the richness of the fruit that grows as a result depends on the fertility it obtains.

We are busy studying in a simple life, trying to create energy, and waiting for a bumper harvest in the coming year in constant efforts. I am amazed at the vitality of youth, so I redouble my efforts to sow my own seeds and wait for them to blossom and bear fruit.

Comrade * * * said: "Young people at the age of seventeen or eighteen are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock, full of vigor." Yes, we are like the sun. We must know how to sow light and heat in order to harvest a vibrant life.

But if we don't know how to sow, then the earth will be dead, and all we get is darkness. Youth is upward. As long as you know how to sow and be good at sowing when you are young, a green and vibrant harvest field will be displayed in front of you.

Although sowing is an important way for us to succeed. We are eager to harvest and enter the hall of success, then we must learn to sow.

When we stand in front of a magnificent building and marvel at its brilliance, don't forget that it is not a castle in the air, but a pile of ordinary bricks, or it can be said that it is the harvest of sowing again and again. It's also a pile of bricks. If you use it, it may create the most gorgeous building in the world. On the contrary, if you are lazy to use it, it will eventually become a pile of useless bricks, and you will accomplish nothing.

8. Write a 500-word composition with the harvest of the first month of school as the theme. Today, my parents and I changed places. I became parents and they became my children, which I didn't expect.

Hey hey, I'm really excited! I usually watch my parents work hard for the family, and I want to share some for them, but (plus a "yes") they were always worried about me before and never let me try. In this activity, I also had the opportunity to feel the hard work of my parents (plus a "child"). Parents should behave like parents. Get up early in the morning, watch my parents still sleeping, and hurry to make breakfast.

I went to buy soybean milk, fried dough sticks and zongzi. At about eight o'clock, I woke them up (I said, your parents can really sleep), supervised them to finish washing, and then we began to eat breakfast. (Write down what Mom and Dad said after dinner) After dinner, I went to work. I wash dishes to buy food (why do I have to buy it twice after I buy food at once).

Don't worry, it's not difficult for me to buy vegetables. I'm going to cook hot pot fish, fried peas and cabbage soup for them (it's amazing, anything can be done).

These dishes are easier to cook because I can buy the bottom material of hot pot fish. I want to buy fish, hot pot, onion, coriander, vegetable peas, ginger and garlic.

After buying vegetables, I began to do housework and tidy up the room. Then I cleaned, and our house was always clean. I sweep the floor and mop the floor, and I feel relaxed.

After sweeping the floor, I made my bed and started playing computer, waiting for my parents to come back. At noon, my parents had a working meal in the company, so I warmed up the food I didn't finish yesterday and ate it myself.

I'm going to cook hot pot fish, fried peas and cabbage soup for them in the evening. These dishes are easier to cook because I can buy the bottom material of hot pot fish.

I have never cooked before, only served instant noodles. I'm really ashamed, so I have to ask my mother. The fish was cut open and washed. My mother taught me to wash vegetables. First, I wash coriander and onion, cut them, slice ginger and garlic, wash peas, and pinch off my head.

After I finished, I began to cook. I washed the rice, added some water and put it in the rice cooker. I managed to cook the fish. I tasted it, and it was ok. After all, my mother is a master.

After finishing the fish, I began to cook. I was in high spirits after I risked being hurt by the oil spill. At this time, the meal is almost ready. I shouted, "Get ready for dinner."

Put the dishes and chopsticks away. My parents looked at a table of clear soup and vegetarian dishes, and their appetite was not very good (what did my parents say). As for me, my appetite was wide open, and I ate two bowls of dry rice by myself, which made them dumbfounded. After all, I cooked delicious food myself! After dinner, my parents watch TV. After I washed the dishes, I pumped two pots of water to wash my parents' feet.

I feel full and satisfied holding their feet.

9. My harvest in the first half of the semester, I wrote 500 words of bees, harvested and brewed honey in spring flowers; Butterflies harvest happiness in the dance in summer; Farmer's uncle, harvesting fruits, rice and flowers in autumn; Plum blossoms harvest unique "floral fragrance" in winter; We acquire knowledge by reading all the year round.

When I read Zhan Tianyou's words, what I got was: "Facing the imperialists' arrogance and extreme contempt for the people of China, Zhan Tianyou bravely accepted orders and safeguarded the dignity of the motherland. He creatively dug tunnels and designed herringbone lines, which enabled the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway to be completed two years ahead of schedule, which increased the ambition of the people of China and destroyed the prestige of imperialism. The writing age of "Reading the Poor" is a period of unprecedented intensification of class contradictions in Russian history. The nobility and the bourgeoisie suck the blood and sweat of the people, live in luxury and lose their morality. The broad masses of working people live in extreme poverty, but their moral sentiments are noble and simple. The novel The Poor Man truly reflects the miserable life and noble character of the working people in this historical period. Reading "There is only one earth" has gained something: one aspect of the reason why the earth is easily broken! It is some evil deeds of human beings, such as uncontrolled exploitation, wanton destruction of natural resources and wanton abuse of chemicals. Under the endless extortion and destruction of human beings, what has Mother Earth become now? What about her long flowing hair? What is her figure like? Where are her clothes? It is not that we are not allowed to have beautiful ideals, but that our ideals are far away.

Reading is like communicating with great men, and what you gain is knowledge. I swam through the beautiful Tianmu Mountain with Shixian. Su Dongpo and I were intoxicated in the West Lake full of lotus root fragrance; Xu Zhimo and I walked through Cambridge, harvesting the waves in the water; Tolstoy and I went to feel the beauty of the mountains together. Reading, let me harvest the potential beauty in life; Reading, let me harvest the true meaning of life; Reading, let me harvest the beauty of nature; Reading gives me the wisdom of life.

I love reading, because it gives me endless gains; Because it taught me that hard-working farmers' uncles are harvesting the grain exchanged for sweat; Because it lets me know that the teacher is fertilizing and watering the flowers of the motherland; Because it taught me that hardworking bees suck sweet honey.

In short, reading taught me the philosophy of life: breaking ground and sprouting means the beginning of life. When light green shoots appear on brown soil, it seems to indicate the beginning of a new life. Growing taller and growing up means that life is constantly continuing. In the process of continuous progress, growth is a transitional stage of germination and results. People, like plants, either try to absorb water and concentrate on growth, or waste their youth, with very different results.

As the poet Tagore said, "Life is like the beauty of summer flowers and death is like the beauty of autumn leaves", we should work hard. I thank the plants described in the book. Although I can't communicate with them, I still want to cherish them and let me know the philosophy of life. In the journey of life, no matter whether you work hard or waste your time, you will always gain a lot of the true meaning of life, which can be said to be very precious!

10. Harvest after Autumn Harvest 500-word composition How to write Let me answer that autumn is coming, the weather is sunny, and it is a golden harvest season. The field is crowded with people, who are happily harvesting rice; On the threshing floor, the rice pits are like golden mountains, and people's laughter and the sound of the threshing machine are integrated.

Neighbor uncle Wang's house also received some millet. On the second day of the National Day holiday, I used my time to help Uncle Wang collect millet. Uncle Wang came to the threshing floor early and began to thresh. After rolling for hundreds of times, Uncle Wang turned over the ears of wheat with a fork and began to push them again. Seeing him sweating with fatigue, I went to help. After several hundred pushes, Uncle Wang moved the empty ear to one side, and a thick layer of Gu Mi appeared on the ground. After Aunt Wang swept the chaff into a pile, I found many millet pieces on it. I asked Aunt Wang why this happened. Aunt Wang said, "This is the ear of grain, because it has not been dried, so it has fallen one by one." Oh, I finally understand why people want to dry grain when the weather is fine. I saw Aunt Wang shoveling the chaff and chaff into the sieve, swinging from side to side in a clearing beside her, and the chaff and chaff fell to the ground. After screening, Aunt Wang shoveled out the chaff and chaff with a dustpan, and shook them off in the west wind in an open space, only to see that the chaff was blown to the east and the millet fell vertically to the ground. After repeated several times, a pile of golden millet appeared on the ground. I found my face big after bagging, but I was flattered to see the fruits of our labor.

"Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?" Food is really hard-won, farmers have worked hard, and finally ushered in a bumper harvest.