The story composition of the bus is 600 words

A. The story that happened around me, 600-word composition

The story that happened around me

Many stories have happened around me. When I think of them in my spare time, some make me think deeply, some make me unforgettable, some make me laugh, and some ... Well, without saying much, I'll share a story with you:

It was a hot noon, and the hot cicada couldn't stand it and kept barking in the tree. As soon as * * * rang after school, we flew out of the school gate like birds who had just regained their freedom. My good friend Gao Jing and I are arguing about a math problem with great interest. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, stopped and said mysteriously to me, "Alas, Yan, I met an idiot on my way from school yesterday." I quickly asked, "What kind of idiot?" Then she whispered, "I asked him,' Where does your family live?' He replied "No" and I asked him "What's your name?" ? He replied' no' again, and I asked him' what are you doing?' He answered "no" again ... in short, when I asked him anything, he always answered "no". Have you ever seen such a person? ""No, "I answered without thinking, and she asked," You really haven't seen such a person? " "no!" I answered impatiently again. I just said it, and then I thought, huh? No, if I say "no", does that mean I'm an idiot? At this point, Gao Jing had already laughed my head off. When I'm in a hurry, I say, "No, no, it's not ... I ..." I just want to prove that I just said something wrong. Who knows, the more I talk, the more chaotic I am, and I can't die if I jump into the Yellow River, so I have to angrily admit that I am a "fool".

After listening to this story, I want to tell you that you should think twice before you act, and beware of being cheated!

See, there are all kinds of stories happening around me every day, and I grew up in this happy environment.

B. The most impressive 600-word composition on the trip

10.6, my parents took me to visit Phoenix Mountain.

When I entered the Phoenix Mountain Park, I saw the chrysanthemums of beauty and human rights in full bloom at a glance. So there is a chrysanthemum exhibition here. Chrysanthemums are colorful and have different shapes. They are as white as snow, as pink as Chardonnay and as red as fire. Chrysanthemums are big and small, petals are wide and narrow, curved and straight, which is beautiful. I enjoyed it for a long time before I reluctantly left.

We continued to walk in and climbed the mountain road. I climbed to the top of the mountain in one breath, leaving my parents far behind. I stood on the gazebo at the top of the mountain and looked down. Tangshan has a panoramic view. How spectacular!

After going down the mountain, we will go boating. I chose an SUV-style boat. Dad is the driver and I am the shooter. Sail! I shot at other children's boats with a gun. The machine gun makes a "da da" sound and all kinds of shouts, just like a real war, which is very fun.

It is very interesting to watch my father sail. My hands are itchy, so I climbed onto my father. I sail with my left hand and fire with my right hand, which keeps me busy. When I was not careful, I bumped into another ship. I hurried back, with a fountain behind me. When my boat arrived there, the swimming pool had just been sprayed with water. Fortunately, there was a shed on the boat, otherwise we would all be "soaked" and make my parents laugh.

We had a good time on this trip. I will always remember this day.

C. I saw a 600-word waiting story.

There are many different people around me. Every day, every moment, there are different people: successful people, unsuccessful people, rich people and poor people.

Every morning, I can always see some people walking to the bus stop next to my home. And everyone looks different. Some people are slow to wait for the bus, and some are catching the bus. Once I asked my mother, should I wait for the bus or drive? My mother said to me, "Sure, just wait for the bus." Haven't you heard the saying "it's better to come early than to come opportunely"? "I gave this question to many people to answer, but their answers were basically the same as my mother's.

It's really the driver, okay? I have a different idea in my heart. I think it's best to wait for the bus. Although the people waiting for the bus have to wait, they are also very at ease and comfortable. Although the driver caught up with the bus, he was panting. If I had a choice, I would choose the person waiting for the bus.

In fact, there are also many "bus waiting people" and "bus drivers" around us. The "waiting person" is comfortable first and then hurried, and the waiting person is anxious and then comfortable. As for me, although I wanted to be a "waiting man" who hurried before being comfortable, I still became a "driver" who hurried after being comfortable. I remember once, the teacher assigned an assignment and gave us one day to finish it. I thought to myself, "Just a little, don't worry!" "I don't listen to my classmates' advice. I enjoyed myself for a long time and put my homework at the end. Until the teacher came to urge him to "cram for the Buddha's feet" and do it quickly. However, "too impatient to eat hot tofu" not only delayed handing in homework, but also made a mess and attracted criticism. This incident has taught me a great lesson, and I am also learning how to be a "waiting person".

So, if I give you a choice now, would you rather be a bus driver or a bus driver?

D. The essay "Waiting for the Bus" describes your most impressive waiting experience (the best bus) in about 600 words, not much difference.

In June, the phoenix wood is red, and occasionally a gust of wind blows, and the red phoenix tidbits are flying all over the sky.

I stood quietly under the buttonwood tree, staring at the dazzling blue sky, dancing wantonly and lightly in front of my eyes, dancing with a tenacious attitude of life.

Time is passing, the dance tidbits in front of me have become a thing of the past, and the time agreed with Chen Yi has passed for a long time, dragging heavy steps and a lost heart on the way home ... She stood me up, but I know she is not such a person.

When I was with her yesterday, I still remember that it was in that small clearing that the afterglow of the sunset fell on our backs. The atmosphere is very quiet, and the air is mixed with her unique grass fragrance. In her bright and clear eyes, there are gentle sighs, faint joy and unspeakable sadness. Shoulder-length hair fluttered in the wind, which seemed to smell sad. We just talked quietly and talked about some trivial things.

"Material is the value of defining existence or artificial vanity? Does power change the system of existence or exaggerate desire? Is money a foil to the meaning of existence or a black hole of endless desire? " Her faint voice whirled in the wind.

I didn't answer or think at that time. Are all the value judgments in the world hidden?

She looked up at the blue sky and was silent against the wind.

I always think she is strange today, but she never asks.

When I first met her, I was also attracted by her eccentricity. Exquisite face, aloof personality, a kind of indifference, no rain or shine. I don't like reading comics, but I like reading ancient Chinese. I don't like the communication of words, but I like to meditate silently and linger in my thoughts; I don't like fanatical pop music, silent music, and the lyrics of monologues, which are played to the extreme in simple melodies; I like to watch the stars and rise and fall with the moon. ...

Time lingers in the sunset and disappears silently. We didn't speak tacitly. Watching the sunset is a kind of enjoyment ... when we left, we agreed to meet under the buttonwood at sunset tomorrow.

Now, hope is shattered. Did something happen to her? What answered me was flying tidbits. Empty promises can only be filled by waiting.

The river still flows eastward, and time is passing, one day, two days, one month. ...

On that night when the moon is clear and the stars and moons are shining, the cool and watery breath lowers the temperature of a room. Staring at the night sky, I seem very lost and worried. It's been over a month. The scenery under the buttonwood remains the same, but the personnel are completely different. The joy of playing with each other and knowing each other has become a waiting figure in the sunset. ...

And the night is deep and the stars are all over the sky.

Sunset, two months later, the same time, the same place, the same people, the same picture, ushered in different results. Someone approached in the distance and the air was filled with the familiar smell of grass. My eyes were fixed on her smiling face.

I walked up to her with a light smile and listened to her talk about the bitterness of these days. My parents divorced and my grandmother died. ...

In the gentle breeze, waiting is no longer sentimental, but more happy.

E. 600-word composition about the old man falling on the bus.

Should we get up after the old man falls?

I think this discussion is necessary. Respecting the old and caring for the young, saving the wounded and saving the dying, has always been a fine tradition of our country. No one will grow old without old people.

With the media exposure of Peng Yu case and many other cases that helped the fallen elderly to do good deeds, they were falsely accused by the elderly as the perpetrators, and even awarded huge compensation by the court on the grounds of "common sense judgment" and other logical reasoning. More and more people are afraid of helping the fallen elderly.

A little effort may bring endless trouble. Social morality and traditional morality are gradually lost in our hesitant eyes.

When the whole society, the public and the media are hotly discussing whether the fallen elderly should be helped, it has actually proved that the public morality of this society has gone bankrupt to some extent. Obviously, as a social person, it seems that no one can answer this question.

The frantic Nanjing and Tianjin judges, as well as punishing the elderly who falsely accused Peng Yu, should be condemned, but will the onlookers in Farewell also be condemned by morality, justice and conscience?

After Li Laohan, an 88-year-old man from Wuhan, fell down at the entrance of the food market less than 100 meters away from home, many onlookers were afraid to lend a helping hand. In the end, the event that the old man died of nasal bleeding blocking the respiratory tract shocked the whole society. The public's indifference and insensitivity to the fall of the elderly should be reviewed by the whole society and even everyone. I used to think that it was not a problem whether the elderly should be helped or not, but now it has really become a big problem. Cases like Nanjing judge and Wuhan old man are not common phenomena, but the social reality they reflect is very severe.

When we discuss whether the fallen elderly should be helped, we are not deliberately exaggerating the seriousness of the problem, but questioning the current phenomenon of the decline of morality and values in the whole society, because similar indifferent phenomena not only happen to the fallen elderly, but also happen in other situations, such as the story of a hero who is brave enough to shed blood and tears, such as the cry of "jumping" when watching someone jump off a building to commit suicide, such as the normal state that passengers on the bus turn a blind eye to thieves, and so on.

F. ()' s story composition is 600 words.

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G. 600-word story composition about Chen Shangchuan

In my family, there is such a "person". It has black skin, a white mouth and two round feet. Guess who it is? Bicycle? That's right!

Where is my bike? My aunt gave it to me. As for me, I have some short stories about this car. do you want to hear them?

"Well, let's start learning bicycles!" Mother said, "I'll show you first." So, my mother jumped on the bike lightly like a rabbit and flew out like a swallow. It gave me an idea: it's too simple. When I ride a bike, the bike is simply a puppet out of control. The wheel tilted and fell off. I was injured in the car and fell to the ground. But fortunately, I didn't wear out my skin. After a few minutes' rest, I began to learn to ride again.

Judging from my last experience, I never dare to "rampage" again, but like a little puss-head, I put my feet on the ground as soon as I got on the bus and fell down immediately to avoid the farce of the trip. But the problem comes again: after 20 times, it has not advanced 2 meters. Mother said, "When will you learn this? Be bold! " Do it boldly. Got it. So, with this truth, I rode my bike with confidence, but unfortunately, I fell down again. At this time, I lost my temper and stopped learning.

For the next two weeks, I never touched a bike again. Until the third week, watching the students riding bicycles in full swing, I couldn't help feeling sour. So, I secretly made up my mind-I must learn to ride a bike. And one night, I endured the pain-I went out to practice without watching TV. But I fell several times because of the wrong posture. The wound is spicy and my heart is full of bitterness. But in the end, God still paid off-I finally learned to ride a bike, and my heart was full of sweetness, not to mention how happy I was!

This is the story of me and my bike. Although twists and turns, but also reflects my "friendship" with the bike!

H. The traffic safety story around me requires 600 words.

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Traffic accidents often happen. This is like a powerful explosive. A little careless, this explosive lurking in our lives will explode, and the family will be broken, which will make people sad. So we should obey the traffic rules.

There is a little girl near our home. Her father left her because of a traffic accident. The little girl's family is not rich, but she lives happily with her parents. Every morning, mom cooks a delicious breakfast for her and dad. The family is very warm. After breakfast, dad took her to school by bike. Along the way, father and daughter always talked and laughed. After school, no matter how stormy it is, the little girl can always see her father waiting patiently. On the way home, the little girl is always happy to tell her father something interesting happened one day at school.

One day, the little girl's father went to school to pick her up as usual. However, an oncoming large truck knocked the little girl's father to the ground because of illegal driving, and his father died on the spot. In a flash, death took his life. How much he wished he was still alive, how much he hoped to be with the little girl, and how much he hoped to watch her grow up ... The little girl didn't know that her father had passed away, so she waited for her father to pick her up at the school gate as usual, and waited for a long time, and no one came to pick her up. The little girl thought, why hasn't her father come to pick her up at this time? Is something wrong? Or something at home? The little girl is in a hurry. The little girl looked silly when she learned that her father had died. She threw herself on her father and kept begging: "Dad, wake up!" " I want dad! I want my father ... "How she wishes that the traffic accident hadn't happened, and how she longs for her father to wake up and send her to school by bike as usual!"

The traffic accident was so terrible that it took people's lives in an instant. Now there are more and more vehicles on the road, the road is more and more crowded, and there are more and more traffic accidents. How many lives are taken away, how many families are destroyed and how many people will lose their loved ones every year. If we all have traffic rules in mind, everyone can consciously abide by them. I believe that many tragic traffic accidents can be avoided. Let traffic regulations take root in our hearts, and let us firmly remember that obeying traffic regulations means cherishing life!

The second article

Whenever we watch a traffic accident together, at that moment, we all deeply feel that life is really short, so we must cherish life and pay attention to safety.

The reasons for safety accidents are that "safety rectification" has not penetrated into everyone's soul, the policy of "safety first, prevention first" has not been really implemented, and some employees still have unhealthy safety ideas, thinking that safety accidents are bad luck and their safety awareness is quite weak.

You got it? A safety accident can make up for the loss of an enterprise, but it is a disastrous disaster for a family. Are you really willing to live up to your old father and mother who are looking forward to your safe return day and night? Do you really have the heart to leave, love you and love your wife and children? Life is only once for everyone, and we have no reason not to cherish our own life!

There is a saying called "safe production, people-oriented". I remember that in many meetings, leaders at all levels of the company mobilized everyone to implement the top ten prohibitions and all staff carried out the "anti-three violations of safety" activities. As an employee of petrochemical front, how to ensure safety in production at work? First of all, we should love our jobs and be dedicated. Because the work of petrochemical enterprises is relatively dangerous, each post plays an important role in the whole production process, which requires us to have good comprehensive quality and be well trained. We should fully understand the importance of each post in the petrochemical industry, cherish our posts more, do our jobs conscientiously, and ensure the safe operation of production. After the promulgation of the company's top ten bans, we all learned and memorized the anti-violation bans through study and discussion.

Secondly, we should firmly establish the idea of "safety first, prevention first", improve safety awareness, enhance safety responsibility, always tighten the string of "safety", overcome the fluky psychology, eliminate sloppy thinking and implement safety work.

Thirdly, strengthen safety learning, enhance safety knowledge through learning, and draw lessons from accidents of other units at the same time, so as to keep the alarm bell ringing. In practical work, we should strictly abide by the rules and regulations to prevent any misoperation accidents.

My friends, "everyone is responsible for security" should not be just a slogan. Human life is precious and short. Everyone should cherish life and stay away from accidents, so that the eternal theme of "safety" is deeply imprinted in the minds of every chemical worker! Let us be safe every day and every moment!

First, the story composition of growth (600 words)

Everyone's growth story is different. There are joys and pains, joys and sorrows, thinking and exploration, pursuit and yearning, success and failure, but my growth story is mixed with a trace of helplessness.

I am a middle school student now, and my subjects are increasing with the need of knowledge. My homework is busy coming to join in the fun. Homework is like an invisible Wuzhishan pressing me, especially when the exam is coming, I am afraid that my homework will be left behind by others, and I will study hard. Wearing' black glasses' to school the next day is almost a national treasure. Well, when can I have a holiday? I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it

The dark clouds of the final exam finally cleared and I took a long breath. The long-awaited holiday came quietly. That day, my mother and I went to xx Bookstore and brought back many books. Happiness is like a caterpillar, which tickles my whole body and makes me want to laugh.

The happiness and relaxation of the holiday also infected my mother. My mother took me to the xxx cafeteria opposite the bookstore. The story starts here. ...

We chose a window seat and sat down. My mother told me, "This is a cafeteria. You can choose your own food. There are mutton kebabs at the front corner. Go and get two. " I ran forward. I found a tray and quickly took two' mutton kebabs' back to the table. I saw my mother's eyes wide open and her mouth opened into an "O" shape: "My God! That's raw mutton! No, there is another string that is not mutton, but raw chicken heart. " Aunt waiter smiled and said, "Come on, I'll take it back for you and let my uncle bake you two cooked ones." I watched in dismay as my aunt took my plate. Face like red-hot iron. I kept my head down, but I always felt that the whole restaurant was focused on me. Everyone seems to be laughing at me, a boy who only eats mutton kebabs but doesn't even know them. Mom said, "I think those kebabs can't be wrong if they are multiple-choice questions drawn in books." Mom looked at me meaningfully.

Yes, I can only do the questions in the book. That's an armchair strategist. Life is full of knowledge. Only by learning to observe carefully can you constantly enrich your knowledge and life experience, otherwise you will be like me (even don't understand mutton kebabs).

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