Write a 600-word notebook composition. Write about people with backbone or give me material. Type it out immediately today, not too ordinary. .

1 looking for spring and peach blossoms in the suburbs

"Where is spring, where is spring ..." At the weekend, we took a bus to Baitanghu Park in Hanjiang District to look for spring. What are girls like in spring?

On arriving there, I saw a sparkling lake. It sparkles in the sun, and occasionally it scatters several waterlines. At this time, I was surprised to find some ducks floating on the lake in spring. Look, they are relaxing in the sun! I can't help but meditate on the famous sentence of the ages: "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet on the riverside." Oh! Spring is in Spring Lake!

After crossing the stone bridge, a large peach blossom forest appeared in front of you. I only see a large area of green. If you look carefully, you can see a little pink. Take a closer look and see that the branches are full of peach blossoms of different shapes. Some of them crowded together in groups of three or five, as if discussing some profound problems; Some are alone on a branch, lonely, really pitiful; There are also two people leaning together, as if whispering and not wanting to be heard. Take a look at their delicate petals again, and they are also different: some are all open and welcome the arrival of new life with beautiful smiles; Some just spread out two or three petals and want to travel in a dream; Some even closed their petals, so shy that no matter how Miss Chun knocked at the door, she refused to welcome a new life. Ah! Spring is in the peach blossom forest!

Suddenly I found that the ground was covered with withered peach blossoms, and I was very sad: why is life so short with such beautiful peach blossoms? Why is God so unfair? A friend seemed to see through my mind and comforted me by saying, "Although these withered peach blossoms have ended their lives and fallen to the ground, think about it. When these peach blossoms become fertilizer, they are nourishing peach trees ... think about it. Is this more valuable? " I see. I smiled happily.

Ah! This spring outing is really a bumper harvest!

The most beautiful details

That was a long time ago. I came out of the supermarket, throwing a one-dollar coin in my hand and playing casually. On the steps diagonally opposite the supermarket, there are a group of cleaners. They are wearing orange shirts with yellow stripes and their skin is tanned. Their faces are deeply tired. The weather is very hot, and the cicadas in the trees are tirelessly chirping, which makes people more annoyed for no reason. I almost stared angrily at the cleaners because they were sitting where I used to park my bike. Because of them, I have to find another place to park my bike.

The cleaner rested for about ten minutes, and then left lazily like a tired animal. By the time I walked over, the white marble floor was already dirty, and it was still wet because of a rain that had just rained for about 20 minutes. Just as I was pushing my bike to get up, a cleaner came running from the crowd. She is short and fat, her skin is peeling by the sun, and her big black eyes are particularly bright. The cleaner looked at him curiously and smiled shyly. He took out the mop and carefully dragged it on the floor. The floor that was still stained just now was cleaned up immediately, as if it had been painted with a layer of white paint. I stared at her wait for a while, eyes wide open. She mopped the floor for about twenty minutes. Her companions, also a group of people wearing orange striped shirts, began to call her. I saw her simple and honest smile, wiped the sweat from her head and walked among her companions with a smile.

Looking at the floor as clean as suet jade under my feet, I didn't park my bike on it, but carefully pushed it away on my way home, playing back her movements in my mind. That kind of ordinary cleaner looks as ordinary as a stone picked up from the ground. He wiped the floor carefully after his companion soiled it. Wipe it very carefully. I will think of her ordinary face, her meticulous movements and her hardworking hands. Other cleaners are unwilling to do the work, but she has done it so quietly and silently. Isn't this the spirit of obscurity that we should learn? Whenever I think about it, I always feel a silent excitement.

I can't forget his clothes soaked in rain.

Gently open a window, quietly sip tea, let the flowers outside the window and the tea fragrance in this cup accompany me to meditate and aftertaste. In the long river of memory, there is a star that is the most dazzling, like a meteor in the sky that day. After that wonderful moment, it will never look back.

The wind chased the rain and the wind, and the wind and rain joined forces to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world was caught in a storm. The rain overturned the river and poured down violently.

I stood at the window and looked out, thinking: With such a strong wind and such a heavy rain, uncle postman will definitely not come. Alas, I can't read the newspaper today! Just then, I found a vague shadow in the wind and rain. A closer look shows that it is a cyclist. He hunched his back, braving the wind and rain, and pedaled his bike with great difficulty. As it approached, I clearly saw the man wearing a green hat and green clothes. As soon as I saw it, it was uncle postman! So I quickly took an umbrella and opened the door to meet him.

He was soaked to the skin and drenched by the rain; My face is wet, too. I don't know if it's sweat or rain. However, there is not even a figure in the street outside. Why doesn't he wear a raincoat? Look at the package again, and I will understand. It turns out that his raincoat is used to wrap parcels. I gratefully said to him, "Uncle Postman, thank you very much. It's raining heavily outside. I thought you wouldn't come? " Unexpectedly, he wiped the water droplets on his face and said with a smile, "Everyone should stick to their posts, not to mention that I like this job so much, how can I not come?" After that, he opened the parcel, took out a newspaper and magazine, and said to me, this is your Evening News tonight. I took those things and said to him, uncle postman, wait a minute. I'll find you a raincoat. He said, no, it's all wet anyway. Goodbye! He put the parcel away, raised his feet, got on his bike and rushed into the wind and rain. ...

It's still raining, but I can see a beautiful rainbow in the sky like a seven-color bridge from behind him. It's very beautiful.

He is a man of strong will. The strong-willed wintersweet is known as challenging winter. And Cheng Xiao's strong personality will also become the paving stone for his success. Among my friends, there are many people with different personalities: introverted, cheerful and optimistic … but what I admire most is that kind of strong personality. Cheng is such a person, from writing to learning, never give up, never give up. I have never seen him cry since I made friends with him all these years. From him, I learned what is strong. Cheng, a black and thin boy, has heavy eyebrows and big eyes that reveal a kind of unyielding power. It is such a boy who told me what is called "clank of iron". In the last school sports meeting, he submitted 1800 meters to challenge himself. At the command, the players are like arrows. He flew away, but before he ran a few laps, he was exhausted and panting. Everyone advised him: "stop running, you will fall!" " "But he kept running, until later, he finally fell down with a" poof ". Although he failed in this competition, he explained to us the true meaning of being strong and unyielding. After class, I accidentally hit my head on the corner of the table. I bulged a big bag, but I didn't hear the word "pain". In math class, the teacher set a difficult problem for us to solve by ourselves. No one can work it out until class is over. Many people chose to give up, only he persisted. Look at him, with his chin in one hand and a pen in the other, constantly calculating on the draft paper, frowning and muttering, as if he would never stop until school was over. His classmates were laughing at him, and he totally ignored him. The next morning, unexpectedly, he really got the right answer. He can lock himself in his room for more than two hours to tie Chinese knots. He can come to school at six o'clock every morning to learn to sweep the floor ... If difficulties are a river, then his strong character is a boat that carries him across the ocean; If difficulty is a tree, then his strong character is a knife to sharpen his thorns; If difficulty is a mountain, then his strong character is an axe to help him climb it. The strong-willed wintersweet is known as challenging winter. And Cheng Xiao's strong personality will also become the paving stone for his success.

My mother

In recent days, I always feel that my mother is a little abnormal. On weekdays, my mother is always in high spirits and busy. There is always a smile on her dark face. But in recent days, her spirit is decadent and her face is black and yellow. I joked that my mother really became a real yellow person. The family said to let her have a look and have a physical examination, but she always said that when she was old, her illness would get worse. These ailments are nothing.

Then my mother's face turned yellow. The most serious is yellow nose, eyes and body. My mother didn't want to eat at first, and she was dizzy and weak. Because my mother was carsick, my father accompanied her to the township health center near her home to see a doctor. After coming back, my father told us that my mother was ill and what kind of hepatitis it was. The family began to get busy, and my father and sister-in-law went everywhere to see a doctor and find a prescription for my mother. Third sister also asks for leave to take care of her mother. Because the eldest sister is in Zhengzhou, the children have to go to school, so they can only come back to see their mother in a hurry, and the eldest brother is still driving his car. After I know, I feel very uncomfortable. I want to cry several times, but I dare not. I'm afraid my mother will be very ill if I cry. My mother was afraid that it would affect my study. She told me not to miss her at school, to study with peace of mind, and to have my sister and sister-in-law to take care of me at home. But I can't study at school at all. I always think of my mother's illness. After school at noon, although I have to walk home for an hour, I will go home to see my mother every day.

When I get home, others come to see my mother. She always leaves me all the good things. I don't want her to eat it, but she always says she doesn't want to eat it, and she will vomit if she eats it. I don't push it away with tears in my eyes every time, because I saw my mother always start vomiting before she finished taking the medicine. Mother is very ill, and I can't bear to see her thin body. Everyone in the village said that mom was exhausted, which I think may be true.

When I came home yesterday, I met General Tie. I'm surprised. My mother is ill. Where will she go? Will it? . . . . . . I didn't dare to think, so I ran into my neighbor's house. My aunt told me that my mother's illness was not good but serious. Today, my parents, sisters, brothers and sisters sent my mother to the county hospital. Hearing this, I feel anxious to cry. My mother is carsick. My relatives and mother never go to the town fair by bus. It takes more than an hour to go to the county this time, and she is very ill. I wonder how many days it will take. The more I think about it, the worse it gets. I asked my aunt for the key to my house, and when I got home, I cried.

Think of my mother getting up early and getting greedy for black for us on weekdays; Think of my mother's hard work and hard work; Think of my mother's bent body due to labor, and the traces left on her by years; My heart hurts like a thorn. I think I should study hard so that I can be worthy of my mother. I will always pray that God will bless my mother and let her recover soon.

All right, that's it. Give a point.