An interesting thing: 600 words of junior high school composition

A funny thing is that I will never forget the 600-word junior high school composition, and my grandparents are in poor health. Grandpa said quickly that the sky outside the window suddenly darkened. Mom and dad are still at work, vividly describing how much grandpa cares about me. "Grandpa, so I got wet. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I had no money, so I ran to find my grandfather and let me know how much he loved me. Prominence is a touching thing, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. Looking up at the sky, I could have gone back by myself and got wet. At first, I remembered one thing that touched me the most. School is over at noon. " Grandpa is old. I covered my head with a schoolbag! "Looking back, I was gloomy and proud, but I didn't succeed.

One thing that makes people laugh is the sweetest and most intoxicating melody of junior high school composition 400. I was naive in my childhood. I often do some funny things, which adds a lot of happiness to people around me and leaves me with good memories. I remember my mother gave me a small handkerchief as a gift on my seventh birthday. It is a delicate lace embroidered handkerchief, with a big mushroom house embroidered on the pink background, and a little rabbit is standing outside the window eating carrots! Rabbit's white body, long ears, big eyes and playful expression look very cute. I like that handkerchief so much that I can't bear to put it flat in the drawer. One day soon, my neighbor's sister, three years younger than me, came to my house to play. I don't know when my little sister opened my drawer and saw the lovely "little rabbit", so she used it to play. By the time I found it, the handkerchief had become wrinkled and some playful rabbits seemed to have become listless. I am very sad, tears are rolling in my eyes. I want to wash my handkerchief, but I can't bear to get wet once it's useless. I have to put it under my father's big dictionary. However, a few days later, there were still many wrinkles on the handkerchief. One afternoon, I saw my mother ironing clothes with an iron. My mind flashed, "Why don't you iron my handkerchief?" So I quietly brought the handkerchief, and while my mother was hanging clothes, I quickly unfolded it, picked up the iron and pressed it hard on it. Suddenly, a pungent burning smell came to my face. I lifted the iron and saw a big hole in the middle of the handkerchief, leaving only the broken ears and feet of a beautiful rabbit. I cried with a "wow", just stood there, mumbling: "The little white rabbit is dead! The white rabbit died! ..... "Mom heard the running sound and saw me standing with an iron, so she quickly checked to see if I was burnt. After making sure I was safe, my mother asked me why I had to iron my handkerchief. I cried and told my mother the whole story. Mother burst out laughing when she heard this. "Silly boy, where can I iron clothes?" Wet clothes before ironing, or put a wet cloth on them so that they won't get burnt. "After listening to my mother, I really regret not learning from my mother first. At dinner, my mother told the whole family the story of ironing handkerchiefs. Before mom finished, everyone laughed. Grandpa's wrinkled face smiled like a big chrysanthemum in full bloom. Seeing everyone laughing so happily, I laughed with them, but I still feel bad that my lovely bunny paid the tuition for "growing up" ... time flies, and five years have passed in an instant. Now, the once childish little girl has grown into a big girl. But she still often thinks of her childhood appearance and the "little rabbit" who died under the iron. Whenever this time, she would laugh at her innocence. ...

It is very funny to get a perfect score of 600 words in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination. This is still ok.

Composition: One thing that makes me laugh 620 Four happy events in life:

After a long drought, I met an old friend in another country and spent the night in the bridal chamber. At that time, I was in the first place.

How to make yourself happier:

1, keep smiling face.

2. Keep breathing smoothly.

3. Always praise others. When you talk to others, you should look down on their advantages from time to time and find out their advantages.

4. Keep the good habit of speaking.

5. Think of yourself as a person with high quality.

One thing about junior high school composition is very touching, that is, these articles are not bad, but they can't be referenced ~

Touched, such as refreshing spring. Drinking the sweet spring makes our hearts clear and bright; Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious; Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful. In the evening, the fiery sunset dyed the sky of the park red, and the parks in the urban area became more colorful. Passers-by walked in twos and threes, some strolled in the garden, some looked out from the telephone poles ... I also came to the park with everyone to enjoy the scenery of the park river in the sunset. There was a thump. Looking from the inside, on the gravel road leading to the commercial street, a group of masons are smashing stones with sledgehammers. Strong physique makes the red vest tense: the strong muscles on the arms show their strength. Masons spread their feet and beat the stone with rapt attention. 8 kg, 10 kg hammer, like a badminton racket, waving up and down in your hand. With each hammering, the hard stone suddenly sparkled and the gravel splashed. They didn't dodge, didn't breathe, and smashed one stone after another. In front of them is a paved road, just waiting for asphalt to pour on it; Behind, waiting for gravel paving. Most of these masons come from the countryside, with strong bodies, dark faces and simple and honest appearances, and they specifically express stone-beating ... Maybe passers-by didn't notice these masons because they were covered in dust and rustic, but they were so simple, ordinary and unknown. But when we set foot on the road under our feet, the road where cars run, the railway where trains gallop, and the cornerstone of high-rise buildings, can we leave these Stonecutters Island? I thought: what a simple and honest stonemason, just like these gravel paved on the road! They never boasted to others, never boasted, and with their own labor and sweat, they paved road after road for our socialist construction, inch by inch, foot by foot ... They moved me.

Touched-in that evening, I remember it was an evening, my parents were out, and I was listening to music in all kinds of boredom. Music flows slowly through my brain like running water. In the quiet of dusk, under the red sunset glow, I feel empty, and all kinds of troubles, like being washed away by this holy music and scene, have turned into all kinds of positive emotions-just like my soul now. Listening and listening, I only feel that what is stuffy in my heart can't be vented, and my mood is inexplicably aroused. My thoughts are like a boat swept by a strong wind and pulled back to the harbor that once touched me. The picture flashed before me. These photos are by far the best in my life. These pictures are pictures that I don't want to share with others, but just want to bury in the deepest part of my heart. I walked around the room unconsciously, raising my hand to embrace the invisible music, the red sunset glow, the nameless touch, those things that I didn't feel at ordinary times but now wet my eyes. I face the sunset, and in my slightly blurred vision, the semi-red sunset is undoubtedly a miracle, or another world. Tears finally fell, and the whole world seemed empty because of my emptiness. Moved by music? No, it's to move. As if I had put down a heavy burden, I sat down on the sofa, and the room with closed doors and windows was particularly quiet. It's getting dark, and the music is undoubtedly a hymn against the backdrop of the night. As if I had exhausted all my strength, I didn't even want to move a little finger, for fear that this beautiful atmosphere would be interrupted. Gradually, the sky was completely covered with black velvet, and the room was dark. Later, I don't know how many times I turned on the music and tried to go back to that evening, but I failed.

This is family-friendly.

One of the things that moved me the most.

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Jingjing, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Jingjing, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...

This is not bad.

One thing that moved me.

In our life, there are many touching things, which are hidden in our hearts like pearls shining on the bottom of the sea. Now, I want to choose the brightest pearl to show you!

It was a cold winter night, and the north wind roared. There is no one on the street except me. On the way home, a cold wind blew and I couldn't help shivering. As I walked, I fantasized: If only someone would come and take me home! In this way, I won't have to walk so far and I can get home early.

Suddenly, a big brother riding a bicycle passed by me and happened to meet me. He knocked me down at once because of the speed. As soon as he hit someone, he ran away on his bike.

Just then, an aunt happened to pass by on a bicycle. When she saw me lying on the ground, she immediately stopped the car, got off the bus and quickly helped me up, because my legs were weak when I fell on the ground, and because I wore too much clothes in winter and my clothes were heavy, my aunt couldn't help me up at all. I have to sit on the ground. When my aunt saw that I couldn't get up, she immediately rubbed my leg for a long time, and my leg stopped hurting. At this time, my aunt asked me, "Does it still hurt? So late, where are you going alone? " I hesitated and replied, "No, thank you for your concern. My parents are busy, so I have to go home by myself. " Aunt added, "It's too cold. Why don't I take you home, and it's fast to ride a bike? " I hesitated and didn't move. My aunt seemed to see through my mind and turned to me and said, "Get on the bus! Go home and go to bed early. " My aunt's sincere words touched me. I slowly got up from the ground, and my aunt helped me limp on the bus. After I sat down, I asked my home address and rode to my home soon. Aunt stepped on the pedal against the wind, holding the handle with both hands, riding forward assiduously, and reminding me to sit still from time to time. I thought to myself: Aunt is so nice. I must thank her when I get home.

After a while, I got home. I got off the bike slowly, took out ten dollars from my pocket and handed it to my aunt, saying, "Aunt, thank you for sending me back!" " "Unexpectedly, menstruation waved his hand and said," What do you mean? You think I sent you back for money! Go home quickly! "Say that finish, get on the bus and leave quickly.

I stood at the door of my house, looking at the figure of my aunt who left by bike, with mixed feelings, and a warm current slowly flowed into my heart. It warms my heart. At this time, a gust of wind blew, not as cold as just now, but as warm as spring breeze.

Xxx, something happened. It was a rainy night. After I finished learning English in the Youth Palace, I waited for my parents to pick me up. It's raining heavily outside. It's like a whip beating the earth hard, as if to make a crack in the ground. I sat in an empty classroom, watching the heavy rain outside the window, worried. Suddenly, I found a familiar figure, that's dad! I rushed out of the classroom.

We went downstairs together and walked forward with an umbrella. This road is not easy to walk because of the heavy rain. Dad wanted to wait for a taxi to take me home, but we waited or didn't. In desperation, my father and I had to walk back with an umbrella. As my father only brought an umbrella, we made do with walking home.

At first, my shoulders were wet and I walked for a while. Suddenly, I couldn't feel the water droplets. I looked up and saw that my father's umbrella almost tilted over my head. So, I said to my father, "The umbrella is crooked!" " "He said with a smile," No! " Then he straightened his umbrella in an instant and asked me with concern, "Are you cold, son?"? "I shook my head and said it was not cold. He added, "Don't freeze! "Wrap me up in his big coat. Walking, I feel that my umbrella is leaning towards me a little bit. When I got home, I found my father's half body almost soaked. In an instant, a warm current welled up in my heart.

Dad's love is always silent and deep. He always silently gives me love and encouragement when I need help most. When I met with difficulties, he helped me analyze and gave me guidance on how to solve them.

"Not only is my mother good, but my father is also good ..." This is the song in my heart and my favorite song. I love my father!

An unforgettable thing is that the weather in the Spring Festival this year is different from previous years. It was chilly in previous years, but this year it was particularly sunny. On the morning of New Year's Day, we had dinner together. My brother suggested climbing Longwangling. Longwangling is located in Xiangyindu Town, Yongxing County, with an altitude of more than 800 meters. It is full of touching stories and beautiful legends.

Climbing Longwangling is a pleasure. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the scenery changes. At the foot of the mountain is a dark coal mining area, with a green meadow in the middle, then a sugar orange orchard, and the top of the mountain is a gray stone. Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking: Chen Yong Avenue is in the distance, which connects Chenzhou City and Yongxing County like a long dragon. There is a picturesque village nearby.

It takes courage to climb Longwangling. When I was about to climb to the top of the mountain, there was a steep stone road. Because of timidity, I chickened out and had the idea of quitting. With my brother's encouragement, I got up my courage and finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

You have to be prepared to climb Longwangling. You can't wear leather shoes when climbing mountains. Dude, they're not fully prepared. Wear leather shoes. Therefore, climbing mountains is very difficult. In addition, some water and bread should be prepared, because climbing mountains will consume physical strength and lose water.

By climbing Longwangling, I understand that climbing a mountain requires enough courage and preparation. It is precisely because of the hardships encountered in climbing the mountain, the beautiful scenery I saw and the truth I understood that climbing Longwangling this time has become my most unforgettable thing. Hope to adopt, thank you!

Everyone has an unforgettable thing. Unforgettable things are like all kinds of seashells by the sea, shining with colorful brilliance accompanied by seawater, countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable thing.

My mother and I went shopping in the street. We are on our way home. An ordinary cleaner appeared in front of me. She didn't wear a thick cotton-padded jacket or warm gloves, but only a thin overalls. Her hands are red with cold and her face is frostbitten, but she is very energetic. She is sweeping the street intently.

At this time, a five or six-year-old child was peeling a sweet and big orange. Seeing a cleaner nearby, he threw a handful of orange peels on the ground. In fact, this land has just been cleaned. The cleaner paused, shook his head and had to sweep the orange peel again with his frozen hands. I also saw a sad and helpless look in the corner of the cleaner's eye.

Dear friends, have you ever thought that these cleaners give up the opportunity of family reunion and warmth in order to clean the city and have a clean living environment for everyone, but they serve everyone regardless of the cold wind, while selfish us throw peels or waste paper everywhere, without understanding their feelings at that time, and coldly put the cleaners aside. You think the cleaner is just sweeping things, but it's wrong. Cleaners clean things. If there are no cleaners, the world will become a world of garbage, which makes people feel very chaotic.

From this little thing, I learned to protect the environment and cherish the fruits of others' labor. Although this is a small matter, I will never forget it.

One thing that makes me laugh is the 600-word story in my memory, such as colorful shells, which makes the beach full of feelings. Today, I will open a happy shell and share my happiness with my classmates.

It was one day five years ago, when I was still in a kindergarten teacher's class, and the teacher gave each of us a comic book. I took the book home, and the more I read it, the more I liked it, so I clamored for my father to buy me a book cover. Dad agreed, and the next day, he bought it back. The plastic book cover is really beautiful, with cute Mickey Mouse printed on it. I can't put it down. However, soon the cover of this book began to wrinkle. I want to flatten it, but how can I do it? I'm confused.

One day, I saw my mother ironing clothes. After the baptism of the electric iron, the wrinkled clothes became plain and clean. I looked at it and suddenly my eyes lit up. By the way, clothes can be ironed, and so can the cover of Mickey Mouse's book! I jumped three feet for joy.

Mother ironed the clothes and put the electric iron on the windowsill. I quietly took the book cover, imitated my mother's appearance, carefully spread it on the table, and solemnly said to Mickey Mouse, "Don't be afraid, it will be ironed for a while, and it will soon be flat!" " "Say that finish, I raised my electric iron and gently pressed it on the cover of the book. I was flattered to think that the cover of the book would be flat. Who knows, I just put the iron on the cover of the book when I heard a creak. I was startled, and then I smelled a pungent smell of plastic nose. I thought Mickey Mouse was afraid of scalding, so he screamed! I held up the iron and looked at it. Oh, that's terrible. Mickey Mouse on the cover of the book flew away, leaving only a big mark. I looked at the electric iron puzzled. Ah! Mickey mouse was caught by the electric iron! I was so anxious that I burst into tears on my desk.

My mother came over when she heard crying. Seeing me like this, she asked, "What's the matter?" I said intermittently, "I just ironed the cover of Mickey Mouse's book with an electric iron ... who knows ... Mickey Mouse was caught by the iron ... and was taken away ... whoops ..." My mother laughed her head off and said, "Silly boy, plastic melts when it is hot. If you want to smooth the book cover, just put it in a thick dictionary and press it. How can you iron with an iron? " I listened, wiped my tears with my hand, and said with a grain of salt, "Really?" "Of course, how can mom lie to you!" I nodded, but looked at my mother with puzzled eyes. "Then why don't your clothes melt when you iron them?" "Silly child, how can clothes melt!"

Now I think about it and laugh at my ignorance as a child. But it also made me understand that without scientific knowledge, I would make jokes and do stupid things. We should study hard and not make common sense mistakes in life and embarrass ourselves.

Something that makes me laugh, something that makes me laugh.

I have a very interesting thing.

When I was young, I was only three or four years old. I see my mother often peel eggs for me to eat.

One day, my mother went to visit relatives at my grandmother's house. I was alone at home, and my mother said to me, "Today, you are alone at home. I'm going to your grandmother's house and I'll be back soon, okay? " I said, "All right." My mother walked out of the house.

At noon, mom hasn't come back yet. However, my stomach is growling and I feel hungry. So, my family followed my mother's example and knocked on two eggs. As a result, the eggs broke the egg white and yolk that had spilled all over the floor. I tried to catch egg whites and yolks, but I caught something sticky and the ground was dirtier. I just started crying. After a while, fortunately, my mother came back at this time and saw the egg white and yolk on the ground, as well as me sitting on the ground crying. She quickly picked me up and asked me everything.

After listening to my explanation, my mother said to me in distress situation: "You little fool, don't peel the eggshell until the egg white is cooked, or the egg white and yolk will all flow out."

It's funny to think about it now.