A beautiful composition of 500 words.

In study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is a beautiful 500-word spray composition I compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Life is the sea. It splashes small waves from time to time, which makes you aftertaste, shock and rise. In the years of growing up, maybe we are looking for a wave that shocks our hearts. In fact, stop and look around and you will find that the wave we are looking for is floating around us.

On a cold night, there is no moonlight outside the window, and occasionally I hear the sound of dead branches breaking and blowing off. My parents are not at home, and I am doing my homework alone in the dormitory. I don't know why, there is always a little anxiety coming to my mind from time to time. The light suddenly went out, and darkness immediately enveloped the whole room, and my heart suddenly hung up. What happened? There was a noise outside, so I touched the window. The whole community is in darkness, oh! It turned out to be a power outage, and I was relieved. But when I think about my unfinished homework, I can't help worrying. I groped my way to the bed step by step, found the flashlight, and went downstairs with this light.

A lot of people gathered downstairs, talking about: "I'm watching the best part", "I haven't finished washing clothes", "Oh, I'm still knitting" and "I haven't passed the game on the computer" ... Everyone complained, but they all looked at the same place. At this moment, I didn't notice a figure lying on the telephone pole in front of the building. "Who's that?" I asked curiously. "Electrician sent by the property", someone answered.

I kept staring at the electrical maintenance man, only to see him holding the flashlight tightly between his head and shoulders and busy nervously with tools in both hands. The wind is still raging, pulling the electrician's clothes as if to drag him down. I only saw him hanging from a telephone pole several meters high. God, it looks too dangerous! The buzz of people downstairs is gradually falling, and it seems that everyone is sweating for him. Electricians are familiar with the operation of tools. If he is not careful, the power supply is likely to leak. We looked up at the electrician. We were all worried about him.

It seems like a long night. Finally, the electrician came down from the high telephone pole. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my clothes and said "OK" to everyone with a smile. Then, the whole community was suddenly shrouded in lights. Everyone thanked him, but he was embarrassed and kept saying "Yes, yes …". Turned and packed my tools and left silently. That figure, like a brief spray, is lonely and beautiful, dotted with the ocean of life, and then disappears silently without leaving a trace.

That figure, like a most beautiful spray, will bloom in my life forever!