Five 600-word compositions written by people in Grade One.

1. A 600-word composition written by a junior one writer.

I have an excellent mother. She is a famous doctor. Many of my friends envy me having a doctor and a mother, but I often complain about her because she is very tired, busy and hard.

1988 was admitted to Lanzhou College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, 199 1 graduated. During these three years of study, my mother became an excellent student. After graduation, my mother went to Beijing for an internship for half a year. 1On June 8th, 992, my mother became a doctor in a big hospital in Baiyin.

My mother strives for perfection in her work and is gentle and careful with patients. In order to make the patient recover as soon as possible, my mother should study medicine seriously every day when she comes back from work and go to bed very late. I remember once, my mother read until 2 o'clock in the middle of the night in order to find a better treatment for the patient. The next day, before dawn, I heard the door ring softly, but my mother came back from outside. Mom went to bed very late. Why did she go out again early in the morning? I asked my mother inexplicably, "Why did you go out so early?" Mom smiled and said, "At three o'clock in the morning, the hospital called and an emergency patient asked me to see it." Actually, it has been more than once.

Since the establishment of the community hospital, my mother has been sent to work there, and my mother has been busier. One day, my mother came to the hospital early as usual and started working for at least ten hours a day. At this time, a mother rushed to the hospital with a little sister about two or three years old. My little sister burst into tears and was in great pain. Her mother said anxiously, "Dr. Huo, I accidentally pulled the child and dislocated her little arm." Please have a look! " "I saw my mother telling jokes to amuse my little sister, while caressing her arm to find the dislocation accurately, and said," Never mind, it won't hurt for a while. "My little sister seems to have lost herself in a joke and forgotten the pain. Just then, my mother frowned, and her hands took the opportunity to push her arm up and said, "OK. Does it still hurt to try it? "My little sister really doesn't hurt. She smiled through tears and said angrily, "aunt, why doesn't my arm hurt again?" "Her mother said with a smile," The small hook on your arm won't hurt if your aunt hangs it! " "

There are also many grandparents who often come to my mother's hospital. They all came, some let my mother acupuncture, some cupping, some massage ... Now my mother is a famous doctor in that community!

The composition written on the first day is 600 words.

If maternal love is like water, then fatherly love is a mountain; If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud. Yes, my father's love is as solemn and firm as a mountain.

I admire my father very much. In the past fifteen years, from the day I can remember, everything that happened with my father was deeply imprinted in my heart: describing my father for the first time, writing his humor, writing his seriousness and writing his kindness. Write about his intelligence and wisdom, and all kinds of interesting things that happened between him and my mother. ...

This little bit of happiness has long been unforgettable!

Dad's shoulder is my shelter, and above that broad shoulder is my warm world. When I was a child, my father always held my hand, taught me to walk, led me across the street, accompanied me shopping, and of course, accompanied me by my mother.

If God wants to exchange all his wealth with me for these beautiful memories engraved in my mind, I will never agree.

Once I caught a cold and burned to 42 degrees. Dad just came home from work and saw my face flushed and in a daze, and there was a flash of anxiety in his eyes. He used a lot of ice to cold compress me, and my high fever dropped a little, and my father was relieved. Dad told mom to rest first, and he stayed with me. But my mother said that my father had been with me for a long time and was too tired, so I let him rest first. Dad couldn't beat mom, so he had to go to rest. Before leaving, he smiled and said, "Shift change in an hour!" "

Sure enough, an hour later, my father came to my room on time to give my mother a rest. My room is very hot, and my father is most afraid of heat! I don't know how he spent that long hour. What moved me most was that my father saw that I was thirsty and poured me a glass of water. He bent down slowly, put the cup gently on my lips, carefully poured water into my mouth, and the warm liquid slowly flowed into my throat.

I will never forget my father's eyes when he fed me water. This is a kind of love and pity ... My father's eyes are complicated, just like the sea, with no end in sight! After I fell asleep, I broke out in a sweat and my fever dropped. The next day, my father went to work with a "panda eye" and a tired body.

Father's love is profound and true, and I can't describe it in gorgeous words, let alone express it directly. Father's love, the deepest impression in my heart, affects.

Father's love is a tall and stable mountain, and I grow up happily under the protection of the mountain. ...

The composition written on the first day is 600 words.

Whenever I stand on the balcony and look at the buildings in the second phase of the community, I think of a worker who works in the second phase of the construction site-Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang is about thirty, and his life is very hard. When he came to Liuzhou from the countryside to find a job, he was hired to work in the second phase of our community. Look! How energetic his thick black hair looks! Square face, thick curved eyebrows and bright eyes. Under the eyes is a nose that doesn't stand up very well, and a glib mouth. Uncle Zhang wears very simple clothes and is clean every day. Give everyone a grin first, which makes people feel that he is very kind. At work, Uncle Zhang is also serious and responsible. He never complained about his food, clothing, housing and transportation on the construction site, but worked hard in his obscure job. Every day is his earliest and latest, but he never cares how much he pays. I admire uncle Zhang's serious and responsible attitude towards his work and like him very much.

I remember once, my mother went to the second-phase construction site to find Uncle Zhang and asked him to buy a garage buried water pipe for our family in the second phase. Uncle Zhang agreed without thinking, and immediately walked to my garage with his toolbox. But it's getting late now. My mother wants Uncle Zhang to bury the water pipe again tomorrow. But uncle Zhang refused to say anything, insisting on doing it now, saying that he was afraid of delaying our time tomorrow. Mother had no choice but to carry a fully charged charging lamp and come to my garage with Uncle Zhang. Under the dim charging lamp, Uncle Zhang began to bury the water pipe. He took a heavy hoe and knocked on the hard concrete floor again and again, trying to dig a hole. With the passage of time, the concrete floor gradually smashed a pit. But uncle Zhang is exhausted. Thin sweat oozed from his head, and his hands were covered with blood after a day's work, but he totally ignored it and still pounded hard. Finally, the hole is enough to bury the water pipe, and Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he took out the water pipe and buried it in the ground, and skillfully connected another pipe with the water pipe. Soon, many processes were completed. After uncle Zhang turned on the tap and showed it to his mother, he packed his toolbox and left. Mother asked Uncle Zhang to come to our house for dinner, but Uncle Zhang politely refused and left with his toolbox on his back. I looked at Uncle Zhang's fading back, and I felt a sense of admiration in my heart, and I liked Uncle Zhang more and more. Recently, Uncle Zhang was also rated as a "model worker" on the construction site!

Now, Uncle Zhang is famous in our community. As long as people mention Uncle Zhang, they will be amazed and say that he is a hard-working and helpful worker!

The composition written on the first day is 600 words.

A friend is like an open flame in life, which illuminates you and shows you the way.

My best friend is Jiang. She is a mini girl that I want to hug several times a day. There are big watery eyes and a glib mouth under her small nose. Lively, cheerful and lovely, she has won many friendships, and Tang Qi and I are her friendship! We are not unhappy and have no secrets together.

Jiang is good at her lessons, especially English, but she never shows off herself, but helps her classmates. Once, I couldn't answer a question: I don't know what the waiter said in English. I went to ask my classmates, and they all waved impatiently and said "I don't know" or "How do I know?" At this time, she came over and asked with concern, "Shen Dinghui, what's the matter?" I said anxiously, "I can't say a word." She smiled and said, "Tell me about it". I said gratefully, "Wow, how do you say it in English?" "Let me see-assistant" "Oh, thank you!" "Jiang Yidan-"Another classmate asked her a question. She rushed over, picked up a notebook and began to explain it to the classmate step by step. Serious energy is really like a little teacher. After her careful and patient explanation, the classmate's eyes gradually shone like the rising sun in the morning. Jiang's face is also permeated with a bright smile.

We have always cared about each other, but once, we quarreled. I don't know what caused it, except that we were all angry and thought that the other party had done something wrong. Back in my seat, I was thinking: Why should we hurt our friendship for such a trivial matter? Besides, what can compare with our friendship? Jiang definitely wants to be with me ... "Shen Dinghui, come with me." I don't know what instructed me to go. After following her outside, she spoke first: "Shen Dinghui, are you really not with me?" Hearing that she was very sad, I said, "What a mess! How is that possible?"? Who said that? " Huh? Beat him! ""okay, I know, ha ha, I told you, how could you, right? In case, I will cry to death. " "No, I won't let you cry to death." I quickly said ...

Without friends, there will be no happy harmony in life, just like a stagnant pool; Friendship is everywhere. She is with you, pestering you, and spending her life with you.

The composition written on the first day is 600 words.

Whenever I stand on the balcony and look at the buildings in the second phase of the community, I think of a worker who works in the second phase of the construction site-Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang is about thirty, and his life is very hard. When he came to Liuzhou from the countryside to find a job, he was hired to work in the second phase of our community. Look! How energetic his thick black hair looks! Square face, thick curved eyebrows and bright eyes. Under the eyes is a nose that doesn't stand up very well, and a glib mouth. Uncle Zhang wears very simple clothes and is clean every day. Give everyone a grin first, which makes people feel that he is very kind. At work, Uncle Zhang is also serious and responsible. He never complained about his food, clothing, housing and transportation on the construction site, but worked hard in his obscure job. Every day is his earliest and latest, but he never cares how much he pays. I admire uncle Zhang's serious and responsible attitude towards his work and like him very much.

I remember once, my mother went to the second-phase construction site to find Uncle Zhang and asked him to buy a garage buried water pipe for our family in the second phase. Uncle Zhang agreed without thinking, and immediately walked to my garage with his toolbox. But it's getting late now. My mother wants Uncle Zhang to bury the water pipe again tomorrow. But uncle Zhang refused to say anything, insisting on doing it now, saying that he was afraid of delaying our time tomorrow. Mother had no choice but to carry a fully charged charging lamp and come to my garage with Uncle Zhang. Under the dim charging lamp, Uncle Zhang began to bury the water pipe. He took a heavy hoe and knocked on the hard concrete floor again and again, trying to dig a hole. With the passage of time, the concrete floor gradually smashed a pit. But uncle Zhang is exhausted. Thin sweat oozed from his head, and his hands were covered with blood after a day's work, but he totally ignored it and still pounded hard. Finally, the hole is enough to bury the water pipe, and Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he took out the water pipe and buried it in the ground, and skillfully connected another pipe with the water pipe. Soon, many processes were completed. After uncle Zhang turned on the tap and showed it to his mother, he packed his toolbox and left. Mother asked Uncle Zhang to come to our house for dinner, but Uncle Zhang politely refused and left with his toolbox on his back. I looked at Uncle Zhang's fading back, and I felt a sense of admiration in my heart, and I liked Uncle Zhang more and more. Recently, Uncle Zhang was also rated as a "model worker" on the construction site!

Now, Uncle Zhang is famous in our community. As long as people mention Uncle Zhang, they will be amazed and say that he is a hard-working and helpful worker!