Write a composition of 600 words.

Write people and stories in 600 words 1 Everyone's life will have many "stories", happy, sad and angry ... a childhood "story", which is still very interesting to think about now.

I remember when I was five years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle (four-wheeled bicycle). In order to show off to my friends, I often ride it to "parade through the city" in the community. On this day, the weather is refreshing, and I especially want to ride a bike. So, I took it out and called my parents and grandparents to show them my "real skill". Because grandma loves me very much and wants me to ride slowly, she smiled and played a little joke on me. "Xiaohong, be careful on the road. Don't ride too fast. It will hurt. We are not responsible!" "After listening, remember what grandma said. After bidding farewell to my parents and grandma, I went to the small garden by bike. I ride faster and faster, just like a happy bird. As I rode, I thought, Look, this girl rides fast and well, and she will soon break the world record.

However, something unexpected happened in the sky. Just as I was riding high, my car was knocked down by a stone on the road and began to stagger and jumped into a "disco". I shook it too. Suddenly, people fell and hurt their feet. I looked at the bleeding wound sadly and wanted to run home and ask my grandmother to bandage it for me, but I had to give up the idea because my grandmother said that I fell and was injured and they were not responsible. Depressed, I took a napkin out of my pocket, wiped the blood from the wound, and then pushed my bike and limped home like a defeated rooster.

When I got home, my family saw the injury on my leg and asked me anxiously what happened. I told them everything. Grandma smiled and nodded my forehead: "What a fool! I'm just kidding you. How can you take it seriously? Go, I'll help you get dressed. " After that, he took me to the small room to dress the wound.

Looking back now, everyone still finds it very interesting and can't help laughing.

Write a 600-word composition 2 My uncle.

On Friday night, I did my homework quietly at home. Suddenly, the phone rang. It turns out that my uncle bought a small Tibetan mastiff, let's go and see it! After a while, my father came back and said to me, "Runyu, your uncle bought a small Tibetan mastiff and asked us to see it!" " "I smiled as soon as you listen. I said, "My uncle just called me and asked me to go!" " "So, we came to my uncle's house with curiosity. God, the yard is full of people. As soon as I asked, I asked my uncle to call to see the puppy. Dizzy! How did the whole world know that my uncle bought a puppy? As soon as my uncle saw me, he said to the dog, "Black bear, look!" " Little brother is coming to see you! "Speaking of which, we all burst out laughing.

A few days later, my uncle asked me to see the black bear on the grounds that it had grown up. I paused and thought: it's only less than a week, and everyone has grown up. Is it that fast? Not if you don't go, otherwise, my uncle's phone will keep ringing. I'll see how big it is.

I heard my uncle shouting in the distance, "Come here, black bear!" " Come here! "Excitement and excitement can't be concealed by words. As soon as I got to the door, I saw a shadow flash by my feet. When I saw it, it turned out that my old uncle was playing cat and mouse with the black bear with a short hose! The black bear jumped at the hose, and my uncle threw the hose to the right. The black bear also made a sharp turn and jumped to the right, but it jumped too hard, slipped on the tile and fell on all fours! The unwilling little black bear quickly got up and swooped down. My uncle dodged and the black bear came at me again! Uncle, dance again! Haha, the way my uncle dances is so funny. He is already very fat and jumps like a gorilla, but he doesn't care. As long as the puppy is happy, it is happy and can't tell who is teasing who! After playing for a long time and getting tired of watching, I went to the living room to listen to music. In the yard, the old uncle is still tirelessly teasing the black bear and cheering from time to time.

This is my uncle, a loving and childlike uncle.

Write a composition in 600 words. 3 In the soft morning light, there is a beautiful back and black hair. Looking back at a smile, a sweet smile, two shallow dimples. This feeling is weak, but warm.

Time seems to go back to a few years ago, when I was 9 years old, sunny and carefree every day.

The walls of the school need cleaning, and each of us brought a piece of frosted paper. During the cleaning, all the students took out their "secret weapons" and began to polish the walls with great interest. In the hot summer, under the high temperature of more than 30 degrees, we seem to have forgotten all this. Everyone is talking and laughing, doing this special task entrusted by the teacher. When polishing, the air is mixed with white powder, which slowly floats down from time to time. We seem to forget that we are covered with a thin layer of white powder from head to toe at this time.

"Shall we get to work first?" Teacher Lu's voice came from the corridor. "Ha ha, ha ha!" We couldn't help laughing. The teacher pulled me up while I was squatting to grind the wall. "You see, you little girl, you are sweating so much. This button is on, I don't know. " The teacher gently buttoned my clothes and poked me in the stomach. "Oh!" I feel embarrassed to touch my head.

"Classmates, let's come together! Qi Xin works together and has great strength! " In this way, our teachers and students work together, talking and laughing ... In Mr. Lu's year, his grades were particularly excellent, and he was named "Top Ten Teenagers" every semester, wearing big red flowers and being commended by the school. Reciting the text, I will be the fastest one; Writing a composition, I will be the best one; Listening in class, I will be the most serious one ... because this warm love between teachers and students, a fairly democratic atmosphere, infiltrates my soul and warms my heart.

Scene after scene, in an instant, just like a virtual and real movie, the scene changes, and the constant is the warm, warm and humid feeling.

Teachers' sincere love and care for students bring people a lifetime of aftertaste and emotion.

Every hat has its own meaning, which is different from others. This hat tells the story of an old woman and her little granddaughter.

On snowy days, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, and there is white everywhere. White covers the tall pine trees, making the small house next to the pine trees look particularly simple, and the lights in the room are yellow. There are two grandchildren sitting by the lamp. The little granddaughter is sitting in grandma's arms. Grandma sang local folk songs and coaxed her granddaughter to sleep.

A little cold air seeped in through the cracks in the old door panel, making the little granddaughter tremble, and grandma held her tighter. The little granddaughter looked up and said innocently to her grandmother, "Grandma, I'm cold. I want a hat, ok? " ""Alas-"Grandma sighed, but she agreed to her little granddaughter's request." Okay, hat, grandma will make you a hat. "

But what line does the poor family have? As a last resort, grandma had to tear off the sweater and make a hat for her little granddaughter.

After unpacking her sweater, she dug out the needle that had been useless for a long time, rubbed it a few times and began to knit a hat. During the day, the little granddaughter goes out to play, and grandma knits at home. At night, when the little granddaughter was asleep, she stole the lamp to knit a sweater. It lasted for several days, several days.

Finally, the hat was knitted. Grandma rolled up the rest of the wool and put it in the drawer with the needle. She put her hand with a hat behind her, then called her little granddaughter to her side and said, "Granddaughter, guess what grandma has in her hand?" The little granddaughter is puzzled (she has forgotten her hat): "Well-I don't know." Grandma put her hand behind her back and said, "Come on, I'll make you the hat you want." The little granddaughter looked at the hat and stroked it happily. Then she looked at grandma and said, "Did grandma make this?" "Yes, you take it and show it to grandma." Grandma said with a smile. The little granddaughter looked at her grandmother and suddenly found that the wrinkles around her eyes were much deeper and her hair was much whiter. She seemed to understand something, and with tears in her eyes, she jumped on her grandmother.

This hat became the little granddaughter's favorite thing. She thinks this hat is the bond between her and her grandmother.

Hat, this hat represents the connection of love, and another hat may represent pure friendship or responsibility ... this is the different meaning of different hats.

Write a person and write a composition in 600 words. In 56 years, this river has passed, and it will never come back. In the past six years, we have had many feelings together, including crying, laughing and chasing. At this point, we have all become junior high school students, and we can never meet again. However, I often think of those classmates.

Li Haoneng is my best friend in primary school. I remember that at noon one day last semester in grade five, we were having a math class. Teacher Fu asked us to write some calculation problems and then go home from school. After listening, I picked up a pen and began to do it. Suddenly I came across a problem and thought about it. The draft is also listed in two pages, and I haven't figured it out yet. I dare not ask, for fear that teachers and classmates will laugh at me. I can't do such a simple question. I was so anxious that I scratched my head and thought, this question is not difficult. I remember what the teacher said in class, but I can't remember. Ah ... Suddenly, I rolled my eyes and thought of a good idea-just quit, fish in troubled waters and run away. Anyway, after school, no one knows. I packed my schoolbag and prepared to go out in the chaos. As soon as I got to the child's door, I was stopped by Li Haoneng who was sweeping the floor. He said to me, "You haven't finished your problem yet. You can't leave until you finish them! " "I blushed and said falteringly," I haven't finished writing yet, but it's just a question! " "He said," It's not a problem. You can't ask the teacher! " I hung my head slightly and said, "I'm afraid my classmates will laugh at my teacher's questions, so I won't do it." He said, "Nothing! I'll teach you, so you don't have to worry about others laughing at you. "

He put his broom aside and came to me. I took out my exercise book. As soon as he saw it, he immediately understood and said, "Your method is right, but the calculation is wrong. This step is 50, which is divisible. " As soon as I heard it, I suddenly realized that I was grateful and said to him, "Thanks, brother." He looked at me and said, "Between brothers, we should."

This incident has left a deep imprint on my heart, and I can't forget it. Whether in primary school, junior high school, senior high school or even university, I will cherish the friendship between my classmates. This is another indispensable feeling worthy of lifelong aftertaste besides love and affection.

Write a person to write a composition 600 words 6 childhood is like a song, singing happiness; Childhood is like a brush, drawing our colorful world; Childhood is like a box, full of growth, full of my laughter, full of every achievement, full of many days of my childhood. Whenever I think of that happy childhood, I will think of an interesting childhood story-catching tadpoles.

When I was a child, I often went to catch tadpoles in the pond of the community with my good friend Yuan Menger. I remember once, Yuan Menger and I came to the pond with two empty jars to catch tadpoles. It was still summer, and the green lotus leaf was graceful, like a fairy bathed in light sand, shy, fragrant and refreshing. I couldn't wait to squat down and accidentally fell on a dog, but I didn't care. I squatted on the shore carefully and put the jar in the water, thinking that the tadpole would get into the bottle. Not only did not a tadpole come in, but the water was muddy, and the little tadpoles fled in panic.

I was all wet and sat on the shore like a deflated balloon. At this moment, Yuan Menger came. She is a master at catching tadpoles. She said, "To catch tadpoles, you should put your hand into the water gently, don't frighten them, look at the target carefully, and then lift them slowly with your hands, understand?" I nodded in confusion and waited anxiously on the shore. This is really "a lot of good things." At this moment, a group of "small commas" are leisurely, as if many lovely little notes are dancing. I put my hand into the water and fished it up at lightning speed. Ha, I got it. I jumped up with joy. After many twists and turns, Yuan Menger and I finally caught it.

On the way home, Yuan Menger told me, "Everything is a masterpiece of nature, and so are the lovely animals around us. Don't bind them, let them return to nature, get close to them with kind eyes and appreciate them. After listening to Yuan Menger's words, I made up my mind to release tadpoles into nature, let them return to their homes, grow up quickly and help farmers catch pests as soon as possible.

It's been a long time, but this beautiful and moving wave is rolling up in the ocean of my memory. My childhood is really like a colorful box, which is fresh in my memory and unforgettable.

My brother is eight years old this year. His standard image is jeans, a pair of ears, two big eyes and a flat head. Grandpa always said that the nickname "naughty" was too suitable for his younger brother.

My younger brother, whose original name is Tao Yang, is a naughty boy who gives his parents a headache. One summer vacation, my younger brother "Scampy" came to my house to play. In a short time, my younger brother showed his true colors. It was really a fox's tail-he couldn't hide it, and he repeatedly asked me to take him out to play. Playing in front of a railing, Scampy patted his chest and said to me, "Look, sister, I'm saint seiya the Little Saint! I'm sure I can turn it over from here and over again, sister. You will know! " I looked up, damn it! This railing is more than two meters high, and even I have to stumble over it, let alone my little brother. I quickly stopped: "Brother, don't be arrogant! You can't go up there, it's dangerous! " At that, my brother turned over. I shouted, "Look out!" Just then, my brother turned around and came back with a beautiful spin. As soon as the foot touched the ground, my brother gave a cry of "Ouch", which turned out to be a sprained foot. I quickly asked, "Does it hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital? " But the younger brother grinned and pretended to say, "Nothing, nothing! This little thing is nothing! " ..... but my brother had to stay at home honestly for the next two days.

My brother "Scampy" is not only naughty, but also clever! I remember that I was at my grandmother's house with him that day. At noon, my grandmother cooked four dishes for us. The family sat around the dining table, ready to eat. My brother suddenly said loudly, "Who can say a poem before eating these four dishes?" Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on his younger brother. At this time, the "naughty boy" was deliberately silent for a while, walked off the table and learned to be a poet. One hand was behind his back, and the other hand stroked his beard gently. He staggered from side to side, pointing to two braised fish and saying, "Two orioles sing green willows", and pointing to celery and fried lily, he said, "One. After that, my brother proudly returned to his seat and wolfed down his meal, which made us all laugh our heads off for a long time.

Look! This is my naughty and lovely brother-"Little Naughty"!

He is not human, but he is better than the colorful soul wise man and teaches me the mystery of everything in the world. He always makes me sing praises with enthusiasm from my heart.

If you cry because you miss the sun, you will also miss the meteor. Every time I watch Tagore's chanting, I feel more comfortable every time. Fade away the noise of the world and the pride that blinds my eyes, and the ethereal state of mind that follows is to sublimate my soul and solve my confusion.

-He can bring me the purest peace.

The wizarding world of j·k· Rowling always fascinates me. Harry's miserable childhood, menstrual abuse and cousin's bullying always make me feel indignant and even want to cross into the story to fight with them! When Harry received Voldemort's plot, I was so anxious and worried, as if a crisis was coming to me.

-Why, let my feelings enter the inner soul of the character.

The pace of the times has never stopped, but history remains the same. Ming History is my favorite historical masterpiece. With vivid and humorous language and active words, remind me to dream back to the Ming Dynasty and deal with officialdom figures with different personalities. Yang Tinghe, a wily politician, tried his best to help the emperor, but he didn't want to fight with the villains in Zhang Cong, so he retired from his hometown in the event of "Great Deliberation". Xu Jie, a historical idol who is good at learning, arguing, giving up arguing and giving up his efforts in my heart, impressed me deeply by his art of finally quitting.

What, let me re-examine history.

On the way to study, the teaching assistant also became my bosom friend. New thinking is a teaching aid that impressed me the most. He turned the mathematics in my mind into a different mathematics, a magical, shocking, beautiful and powerful mathematics, which is magnificent in macro and scary in micro.

Come and go, don't put it off until tomorrow. Let me accompany the most beautiful him, in the empty land, flowing water blooms.

In life, my mother is like a big umbrella, and I am a little flower under it. Rain or shine, the "big umbrella" will not hesitate to shelter me and let me live in the arms of love.

I remember it was a sleepless night. My head hurts like a frying pan, and I feel groggy. My mother thinks I'm not feeling well, so take my temperature quickly. When I looked at the thermometer, it was 40.5 degrees Celsius. My mother was in a hurry and asked my father to drive me to the clinic. But it's late at night. How can a clinic be opened? I went to six or seven clinics in a row, and sure enough, the doors of each clinic were locked. My mother got out of the car and tried to knock on several doors, but the results were the same. Looking at me, my mother was anxious and said to my father, "Go to the emergency room quickly. There are people on duty at night. " "Ok," Dad said, made a 180 degree turn and turned the car to the hospital. In less than a minute, the emergency door of the hospital opened before our eyes. At that time, I was probably burned unconscious and unconscious, or my parents helped me in. Before I knew it, the needle stuck in my ass. It hurts! Unconsciously, I was sent home by my parents. For the next few days, I have been asking for sick leave, either hanging the infusion bag or getting a small injection. My mother didn't go to work and always took care of me silently: take my temperature regularly and buy me supplements ... After my mother's careful care, I am fine, but my mother is sick ... from which I understand that my mother's love is considerate when she is sick.

Another time, I didn't do very well in the exam or failed. I went home depressed and reported my grades to my parents. My mother didn't scold me, but taught me to carefully examine the questions in the future, not to be sloppy, not to be discouraged, and to refuel. Also told me that this time doesn't mean the next time, the efforts must be fruitful, and the efforts must be fruitful. I was deeply moved by what my mother said. I see, when you fail, a mother's love is a comforting word. ...

Mom, although you are always nagging, you are the only mother in the world!

As for me, my favorite food is lollipops, lollipops, haha, I have some money to buy lollipops today. I am a little sugar fan of lollipops. Speaking of lollipops, I want to have a good talk with you.

Do I like lollipops? Speaking of which, it's a long story. Lollipops were very famous when I was a child, 50 cents each. I was only two and a half years old at that time, and I didn't know what a lollipop was.

Until one day, my grandfather gave me a hard piece of food and I tasted it. It's so wonderful, I don't even know what sweetness is. I ate a piece, but I still cried. Of course, this is what the elders said.

I fell in love with sugar from then on, but at that time, I didn't know what sugar was. When you want to eat candy, just reach out and grandpa will understand something. Only that time, he smiled mysteriously and gave me something called a lollipop. My eyes are full of curiosity. I peeled off the candy paper and found something like a ball inside.

My eyes were full of doubts and I took a sip. Great, just like that. ...

I'm thirteen years old, but I still can't live without lollipops. A lollipop a day is essential. Slowly, somehow, my teeth turned sour, and it was full of pain when I bit something. I was shocked. I looked in the mirror and looked at my teeth. I was frightened. Is this tooth decay? My parents warned me before, but I didn't listen, which eventually led to such a big disaster.

One day later, I came out of the dental hospital, full of disappointment. Will I miss lollipops? Even so, I still eat lollipops, but the amount is reduced. I eat two a week. Ah, it's too painful. This is a lollipop that I love and hate.

That's the truth. The better things, the greater the harm. Good things are not inedible, but be moderate, or God will punish you. In this way, it is also good for our health.