Can't help what composition?

That is a sad dog, helpless and homeless, but no one can take it in!

That day, we came back from the supermarket, and the bulging shopping bags were full of delicious food, and attractive fragrance floated from time to time. We struggled to carry our bags and walked home. No one noticed, and a puppy quietly followed him. I saw this puppy, skinny, as if it would fall when the wind blows; Her hair was messy and her legs were stained with a trace of blood. It followed us, its footsteps scattered and wobbly. At first we thought it was looking for its owner, but it followed us up to the fifth floor and came to my door. Look at its sallow and emaciated appearance, I guess this is a homeless stray dog!

So we stopped to see what it really wanted to do. He looked up at us panting, and his mouth purred. From those poor eyes, I clearly saw his hunger for food and the sadness of being homeless! So I took out a piece of bread from my bag and threw it to it. It jumped on the bread like a hungry man and swallowed it after three or two bites. But after eating the bread, it didn't mean to go at all, just kept trying to move to our door. I think it probably wants to have a home. But mom said, even if we take it in, we don't have time to take care of it and we can't let it get the warmth of home; What we can do is to provide it with some food every day. I had no choice but to pull the puppy out with bread. But it is lying in front of my house, looking at us with more sad eyes, as if to say: let me go, I am so cold and hungry! Mom told it that we really can't take care of you, and you'd better find a suitable family. After a long time, the puppy seems to be disappointed in us. It stood up slowly, gave us a sad look and limped downstairs. Looking at its thin back, puppy, I can't help crying for you: why did your master abandon you? Is it because he has a new pet? You have done this thousands of times to find a home, haven't you? I really sympathize with you!

The next morning, I went downstairs to have breakfast. As soon as I got downstairs, I saw the poor puppy still wandering downstairs, as if he were still looking for a new owner for himself. I was just about to go up and give it something to eat when suddenly a middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere, stamped his foot and rushed up to beat the puppy with his key. When the dog saw the eagle, it ran away howling like a rabbit. The middle-aged man didn't stop, chasing after him until the puppy ran away without a trace, and then whistled away contentedly. There was a surge of grief and indignation in my heart, and I couldn't help crying for the puppy: puppy, what did you do to make people chase you mercilessly? Just because you want to experience the warmth of home? Just because of your dirty and messy hair? However, who made you a homeless stray dog? I feel so sorry for you!

I never saw you again in the next few days, but I couldn't help thinking: where did you spend the long cold night? Are you still looking for leftovers in the garbage? Does anyone still bite their teeth and stamp their feet and wave their fists at you now?

I couldn't help crying, not only for the sad puppy, but also for all the animals abandoned and destroyed by human beings!

Fifth grade, I don't know if it's useful to you. Modify it yourself.

Composition: "I can't hold it" What do you think of after reading the topic? Write a work of about 500 words ... "Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! " As the saying goes: smile, ten years old! I have been ridiculous in today's class for decades! For all scientific reasons, we held an interesting laugh contest today! After reading it, we begin our class! The teacher stepped onto the platform, picked up the chalk and wrote it on the blackboard-suppress laughter! "Laugh?" Everyone is at a loss.

After writing, the teacher invited two smiling invigilators to supervise us.

The teacher stood on the podium and announced the rules of the laughter contest to us: "N0. 1, don't cover your mouth with anything! N0.2 can't laugh! " Everyone listened and talked about it.

In order to hold back, Wang Han and I came up with a good idea: Bite your lips! Start telling jokes! The teacher blurted out, "An old woman ..." "Ha ha ha!" Zhang Qian laughed.

We seem to have found something, and we all burst out laughing.

The teacher is puzzled: "Why don't you hold back?" "To hold it.

"I said softly.

No

Be sure to hold back, be sure! The teacher began to tell jokes: "A dog jumped on the table and tried to steal his master's roast chicken! The master found out and said,' I will treat you as you treat me.

The dog thought about it and licked the chicken.

"Everyone first one leng, then suppress flushed, eyes will jump out.

Everyone is not a "bear", and finally the last straw! Yu Ji was the first to laugh.

"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! " His smile is rhythmic and infectious.

I can't help laughing! My stomach suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After listening to a few guys, everyone wants another one or two.

At this time, Li Xiang, the king of jokes, told himself to be brave and hoped that everyone would tell a joke.

Xiang Li said humorously in Northeastern dialect, "An instructor asked a person to climb a tree. In less than two minutes, the man came down.

Why is this? Because a snake crawled into his crotch! "At this time, we all became" Red Fuji ",and Xiang Li was even funnier, laughing while talking.

Everyone can't help laughing when they look at Xiang Li and listen to jokes! It's hard to suppress laughter! I really can't hold it anymore!

I couldn't help laughing "jingle bells!" As soon as * * * rang, the classroom immediately quieted down and the students were sitting in their seats seriously.

Teacher Zhou came in with a stack of test papers and said to us with a smile, "Students, you did well in the second unit, and 4 1 person got more than 90 points!" "Wow, so many!" I can't help whispering.

"I especially want to praise these students, they are Huang Wei and Yu Jialing ... and," Teacher Zhou paused, looked around, and then gave me a meaningful look.

"Is it me?" I think so.

"There is also the Old World Pavilion!" It's me I almost cried, my hands turned into a "V" shape, and I laughed internally.

At this time, my thoughts suddenly flew to yesterday's exam: Yesterday, when the bell rang, Teacher Zhou strode into the classroom and solemnly announced: "This class is an exam!" " I couldn't help shivering when the glistening test paper was delivered to me.

I have a brief look at the topic.

Well, the front is not very difficult, just reading a little long, it must be very difficult! I glanced at my classmates around me out of the corner of my eye-some frowned, some bit their pens, and some had already buried themselves in doing it ... and I did it quickly.

I was comfortable in front, and suddenly there was a "roadblock" behind me. What does nostalgia mean? My eyebrows twisted into a knot. Hey, let's leave it empty first. The composition is very simple. The newly established "flea market".

After writing the composition, I also overcame the previous problems, so I handed in the test paper in a hurry and ran out of the classroom ... "Old street kiosk, what are you smirking about?" Come and get the test paper! " Miss Zhou waved the test paper.

I woke up like a dream and got my test paper back in a flash. I smiled even sweeter, and I couldn't help but indulge in a book, a world and a roll of heaven.

For me, writing is an empire. I have everything in my dreams.

In the empire of words, I can wander, stroll and feel the magic and pleasure of the empire of words.

Wandering in poetry, wandering in the sad life of Unaran and Rong Ruo.

Guo Xiang's son, Yu Qian's favorite minister, is not as good as first meeting.

He is a melancholy guest in the world and sees all the feelings and feelings shed by tears in the world, but he is lonely and unhappy.

As a result, the time of 300 years has been reversed, and there is no longer a flower full of love and beauty. In the season of snowflakes, there are rich and beautiful flowers in full bloom.

Touching in the music, touching in the moonlight, the distant flute, accompanied by brisk singing, staged a moonlight happiness on the stage in the palm of your hand.

A cup of tea, a ray of sunshine, a page of rice paper, a silent song.

Gradually addicted to this kind of beauty.

I can't linger.

Back and forth. Imagine that man is just a little soul dragging his body.

We are different because of our thinking ability.

Often forget to think, forget to imagine, forget to return to the space of imagination.

If you imagine-between heaven and earth, there is only your singing.

Looking up, there will be thoughts in the sky; If you meditate, the world will begin to be sad.

I like to immerse myself in imagination. In the imaginary space, I can be free from any constraints.

I can put aside the shackles of time, go back to the past, talk to my favorite ancients and sing softly together; You can also go back to the future and experience the beauty of the technological world.

You can even put aside secular feudalism and imagine another world.

A world different from reality, with bold ideas, actions and everything ... everything is absurd imagination, referring to the music played by the flute and the product of indulging in imagination.

Forget to return to the imaginary world, forget to return to the imaginary world, and let everything fly in another world.

Life now makes many people forget the meaning of life.

But I still can't help being intoxicated in my spare time.

Indulge in words, indulge in imagination, like a trip, let me linger.

I can't help being intoxicated ... I can't help thinking about you. Some people say that melancholy is the characteristic of thinkers, and I really like to think.

When I am lonely, I always like to sit quietly in my room alone, looking out of the window alone, enjoying the crowds passing through the secular world and the flowers and trees swaying in the autumn wind calmly, but I can't be at peace in my heart and can't help thinking of you.

Depressed again, everything is bleak.

With the warmth and strength of friendship, no matter how many hardships and long life, it is also happy and short.

You, like a spring breeze, fascinated my figure and made my heart dance.

I am no longer a quiet statue or a dull picture. You used to make my life suddenly active.

Tonight, I dreamed of you again, which was very clear. I woke up from my dream and lay quietly in bed, listening to the cars passing by occasionally outside the window. Nothing has changed in this world, but I left you.

I ate too much and couldn't sleep.

On this lonely night, my eyes suddenly filled with tears Every drop of my tear is a crystal pearl, which is densely covered on the road ahead of you. With my care and thoughts, you can be happier and struggle more enthusiastically.

The moon is spotless tonight. Get dressed quietly and go downstairs.

I was bathed in moonlight like water. At this time, the moon stars are rare, the milky way is vast, the people in the dream are quiet and silent, and the buildings and trees are wrapped in a dreamy gauze.

My heart is set off by this tranquility and beauty. Listening on this pleasant night, your voice is near, near, so light, so quiet, so familiar ... Back indoors, I don't turn on the light, for fear that the light will illuminate the huge room, and my world will become empty and cold again.

So I lit a candle, stayed warm ... blew out the candle and lay back in bed. At this time, you are everywhere. In your gentle, caring, reminding and encouraging eyes, I once again ran to the sunshine in my dream ... where there is sunshine, there is my sincere blessing. When there is moonlight, there is my silent prayer. When the meteor passes by, I promise you.

If it is raining in Mao Mao outside your window at this time, it is my warm and pure greeting, and if it is sunny in your humble abode in autumn, it is my sincere blessing.

I took the most perfect you in my imagination and gradually fell asleep in the morning. I smile in my sleep, because I still can't help thinking of you with the best thoughts ... since I can't avoid it, I deeply bury my concern and thoughts in my heart, year after year, day and night.

invalid ...

A seventh grade composition topic, can't help but "elegant posture, don't have a hall, Qiu Jiang lonely, don't blame the east wind.

"Hibiscus with flamboyant personality, I can't help cheering for you! How many times have I read the beautiful poem Sister Lotus under the Light? How many times, I quietly enjoyed the beauty of hibiscus mutabilis in the lotus pond under the moon. I ignored you, and you are also a spoiled generation of beauty.

You grew up silently in a corner of the yard.

In spring, a hundred flowers blossom, and you stretch your branches and spit green; In summer, the lotus flowers are fragrant and your green leaves are long; In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom. You just started out. I smiled, laughing that you were seen through by me-do you want to blossom with wintersweet in winter? Then you will be eclipsed, cold three friends. I'm afraid no one has mentioned you since ancient times, right? You are still speechless.

The autumn wind gradually tightened and blew away all the flowers. I was surprised to see your flowers. I woke up at once and couldn't help cheering for you! You hold the flowers high and smile, bringing me refreshing fragrance. Flowers red is like fire, pink as chardonnay, white as snow and gorgeous. The petals have opened to the extreme, revealing long stamens and protruding flower cores, sending fragrant pollen into the sad west wind. In what season do you blossom? The withered autumn chrysanthemum tells me that this is not the golden autumn; The budding wintersweet tells me that you have blossomed in this most lifeless seasonal exchange before the winter comes! Seeing this gorgeous flower, I can't help cheering for your achievements! The intoxicating smell made me think. You don't appreciate colorful flowers in spring, you don't compete with your sisters in summer, you don't compete with Jin Ju in autumn, and you don't compete with three friends of the same age in winter and snow. Your silence on weekdays is a feeling of life. Your personality is because you know how lifeless this season is. You make public because you want to bring people the most ardent hope at this dead moment.

What you hold high is life, a warm sun! I can't help cheering for you. You made me understand the meaning of life. If we disdain worldly enjoyment and choose a unique season, we will selflessly dedicate our hopes, face difficulties and send warmth and blessings to people. Then, even if this bleak west wind is so sad, even if this sad season is so dead, we can resist my burning heart geometry! I can't help kissing your stamen again, burning warmth in my heart and cheering for you and your dazzling beauty!

No way-write 600 words for the topic. Hello! The composition of "I can't help it" is like this: I am grateful that we once had and lived in each other's hearts, so that those years passed by in the sky of memories, and I can't help but miss ... that Chinese class was about Zhu Ziqing's "Back".

Thursday is the first afternoon.

Many students bury their heads and cover their confused eyes with textbooks because they are sleepy.

The hot air in the summer afternoon is mixed with the sweat of teenagers and permeates the classroom; The old willow tree outside the window seems too lazy to shake again, but the cicada repeats yesterday's old songs in a high-profile way; There is a busy city sound in the distance, vague and noisy ... maybe just for the sake of being so dull. The young Chinese teacher said, "I asked a classmate to talk about his feelings about this article."

This classmate, talk about it.

"I didn't expect the person being called to be myself. He stood up doubtfully.

There are whispering laughter and whispers around.

My heart is beating violently because of those contemptuous words, and my hands are clenched unconsciously.

I really want to say to those self-righteous classmates: shut up! However, I couldn't say anything, just subconsciously lowered my head and then lowered my head, trying to bury my hot face in my deep arms.

I must have been embarrassed and helpless at that time.

The Chinese teacher came up to me gently: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" The teacher looked at me sideways.

I shook my head, my hands strangely rolled up the corner of the book, then unfolded it and rolled it up again, which seemed a little embarrassed and uneasy ... The teacher helped me flatten the corner of the book and pointed to the article and said, "Think about it, what do you feel?" "The author wrote a sincere, profound and touching love between father and son in this article.

Describes the farewell of the father to his long-distance son in the case of family changes.

Through simple and true language, it shows the father's love for his son and the son's feelings for his father.

"Just a few words, but the Chinese teacher said appreciatively," Well said! Zhu Ziqing's story is quite simple. In that dark society, a small official who lost his job wholeheartedly sent his son to study in the north and saw him off at the railway station.

This also reflects that small officials know the importance of reading.

"Wang Anshi warned us in his" Persuasion "that" reading costs nothing, but reading is ten thousand times more profitable.

Read ancient books in front of the window and look for the meaning of books under the lamp.

The poor are rich because of books, and the rich are expensive because of books.

"I suddenly understood the importance of reading. I want to correct my study attitude, redouble my efforts and catch up with my grades.

I can't help it-a half-proposition 600-word composition can't help but miss the passage of time.

Time has passed, and I still can't help but miss the past.

-inscription in this world, there are always some people who appear in your world inadvertently and stay in your heart without warning. Even if they are separated, even if they are far away, you can't help thinking about them.

Those people have the same name-friends.

I still remember that morning, the weather was particularly cold, the air was filled with a sad smell, and even the wind quietly said goodbye to me.

I'm going to transfer. I want to leave those close friends who accompany me day and night and start my life in another school.

So that morning, I left them.

Although I'm gone, although I can't get along with them day and night, I haven't lost touch with them.

After we left, we kept in touch by mail.

Beautiful stationery records our friendship.

In the letter, we talked about the interesting things and fun of the school; In the letter, we are telling our respective studies and troubles; In the letter, we poured out our thoughts about each other; At that time, I was particularly looking forward to the arrival of the week, because on Sunday, we can get together to solve the suffering of lovesickness.

Our crazy, noisy and tireless pursuit. Although time is short, it is full of happiness.

Perhaps, it is from then on that our friendship will last forever, even though time and distance are hard to beat.

I also think in my mind that we will realize the promise that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, because "I wish people a long time and beautiful scenery thousands of miles away" is our friendship song.

Life goes by like water, leaving no trace, but as time goes by, learning becomes more and more arduous, our letters decrease, and our contact is no longer so close.

Gradually, gradually, I lost contact without any warning.

In the days when I lost contact, my thoughts flooded in and seemed to swallow me up.

I always want to argue with you about the answer to a question in the hazy Yamashita; Miss the person who keeps vigil for me when I sleep in class; Think of you who was asked by the teacher because you were distracted and wrote the answer on paper; Think of you running on the playground with me; Think of you who comforted me silently when I was sad ... I often think how excited we will be when we meet again. On an accidental day, we met unexpectedly in the street, but we were not surprised and excited as expected. We just smiled at each other, lightly said "where are you" and left in a hurry.

I don't know how to start such a simple and hasty conversation.

At that moment, I understood that friendship is not so invincible and will not last forever.

All that's left is those lost memories.

When I read those letters now, my heart always hurts slightly.

Perhaps, this is a lot of things.

But I still can't help but miss the past.

If yes, can it be set as the best answer? thank you

The last class was arranged on Wednesday afternoon, and everyone was quiet. In the middle of the class teacher's talk, Mr. Shi came in. He is our science teacher. He suddenly said, "Please put down your pen, I have something to say.

Everyone was taken aback, and Cai Xiao was still shaking: "Fear, fear, fear ... scared me to death!" The words just fell and we couldn't help laughing. We thought Cai Xiao was so funny that the head teacher followed him secretly.

Teacher Shi continued to speak. He said, "We won't have science class tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. We will go to the lecture hall and listen to a defense about science (bullshit) ... "My deskmate couldn't help crying," What, shit! " He listened to "defense" as "shit" and we laughed again.

"This is a homophonic. What's so funny? " The science teacher said.

The head teacher standing by said, "Don't laugh, those who laugh, is there something wrong with their ears?" But someone is still laughing.

"You can't stop laughing, almost half the class is laughing!" The head teacher got angry and became serious.

Finally, the teacher warned us: "Whoever laughs will drop the grid!" " After listening to the teacher's words, who dares to laugh, for fear of "degrading" (deducting discipline points).

Composition can't help xxx argumentative essay can't help impulse composition 600 words "impulse is the devil" You must have heard of it.

No, something happened on Saturday night, which made me look like a "devil" and at the same time let me see the consequences of impulsiveness.

That night, my father invited me to dinner in a restaurant. I had a good time with my cousin Yang Yang. After dinner, we parted reluctantly, and I was very disappointed.

When I got home, I got angry inexplicably and said, "I'll never go to the restaurant again!" " ""that's not easy, just not going.

"My mother said.

I am very angry. After listening to my mother's words, my heart burned like a pot of fire and my face turned red. I shouted, "I'll never go out of the restaurant again, and I won't be a man!" " My mother was very angry when she saw me like this and said, "Well, take a piece of paper and write down what I said.

I really can't control my anger. Like an enraged lion, I took a pen and wrote a letter of guarantee, which read: "I promise never to go to a restaurant again." If I go there again, I won't be human.

"It happened that the next morning, classmate Guo's mother called to thank us for visiting the sick Guo and invited our family to a restaurant for lunch.

I was very happy when I just got the call. Suddenly, I remembered the letter of guarantee. What should I do? At this time, I regret it. When I get angry, I get angry. Why should I write a guarantee? It's over now.

Mother couldn't help laughing when she saw me in a dilemma.

I have to have the cheek to ask my mother if I can cancel the guarantee. My mother smiled and said, "Today is your classmate's house. Of course you're going. Do you want to make an impulsive decision in the future? " I smiled shyly.

After this, I will never be so impulsive again, because impulse is the devil.

...

I can't help crying, saying that girls are emotional, but seeing this photo, I think everyone can't help crying! This is a snapshot photo with the title "What about children and teachers? 》。

This photo is the broken tile ruins after Yushu earthquake.

A middle-aged man lying on a stretcher struggled to raise his head, his mouth slightly opened, and his tired eyes radiated anxious and eager eyes.

Obviously, the title of the photo is a man's voice.

After reading the description in the photo, I know that this is an ordinary China man, a truck driver who entered Xiqiang at an altitude of 4,000m from Hongkong, and was affectionately called "Ah Fu".

This person who regards charity as his life has no iron shelf, but has the spirit of stone. In order to help people in need, he saved life-saving money regardless of his terminal illness.

In order to rescue three trapped children, he risked his life to return to the ruins, but was unfortunately killed. Before he died, he kept asking how the children and teachers were. Judging from Alfred's experience, he is not a man who longs for greatness; His image is usually difficult to recognize in the crowd, but he is a caring person who is willing to give his life for public welfare.

A person who does not seek greatness is noble, and a person who cares about trapped children and teachers before he dies is worthy of respect.

Because of this photo, I searched Baidu for a report about "Ah Fu". Of course, these reports can't bring Ah Fu back to life.

"Ah Fu" is gone, and I believe he left with relief, because the teachers and children he rescued survived and he can go home safely.

I picked up the photo and stuck it on my face, and I couldn't help feeling a warm current.

Looking up, staring at "Ah Fu"' s anxious and eager eyes, tears could not help but come to my eyes. ...

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