There are 10 500-word compositions in the fifth grade.

Composition is another way to communicate with people, vent emotions, cultivate temperament and calm the mind. So how to write 500 words of He _ _ Le's fifth grade composition? The following is a 500-word (10) composition "He _ _ is gone" compiled by Bian Xiao. Welcome to reading.

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# 500 words (1) What's the music in the fifth grade composition #

Today, Liang Liang, the son of one of my father's brothers, came to my house to play. My brother is about my age, and he is very happy when he sees Liangliang. He took the toys and snacks, which was good for Liang Liang.

After the excitement, we were all bored. With everyone's approval, we decided to watch an animation called Excalibur. Because of the "guests", the young master can't forget the "enthusiasm". My brother went to the kitchen to get some French fries and a plate of ketchup. We are really carefree while eating and watching. After a while, I looked at the French fries. There were few French fries, but there was almost no ketchup. "ah! Why is there some red ink on the coffee table? " I muttered, "Didn't this little guest just dip in red ink?" As I thought about it, I cocked my head and looked at the mouth of the "little guest". Haha, the lips are red, which is the color of red ink. I suddenly understood everything. I called Brett but he didn't hear me. I had to slap him, and then he came to his senses, turned around and shouted at me doubtfully, "Are you crazy? Don't bother me watching cartoons! " I laughed when I finished, and my brother was attracted by my laughter. He turned around and smiled when he saw the bright mouth. Liangliang is more confused. I don't know what we are laughing at. At this time, I got up and picked up a mirror and handed it to Liangliang. Look in the mirror. "ah! I dipped in red ink? " He blushed to the neck and wiped his mouth with his hand. Red ink suddenly covered his nose and chin. In his hurry, he ran to the bathroom at once. ...

It turned out that he ate red ink as ketchup. Are you embarrassed?

# "He _ _ Le" 500-word composition in the fifth grade (Part II) #

His eyes are getting moist and bloodshot. He cried. He rubbed his eyes with both hands, and tears ran down his cheeks. He was very sad. ...

My cousin is a very caring child. Every time he meets stray dogs or cats in the street, he feeds them. But he also has a shortcoming, that is, he likes to complain. Whenever I make a mistake, he always tells my mother and aunt at the first time. I accidentally broke a bowl in the kitchen that day. Fortunately, my mother didn't hear me, but ... my nosy cousin heard the sound and ran over. Seeing this, he opened his mouth, pointed his right hand at the broken bowl on the ground and exclaimed. I quickly covered his mouth and whispered to him not to make any noise, but he was irrational and ran directly into his mother's room and said to her, "Aunt! Brother, he broke the bowl in the kitchen! " When my mother learned about it, she was so angry that she grabbed a feather duster and gave me a good beating.

Then I thought about it, but I broke a bowl. Did my mother hit me so hard? It shouldn't be! So, I guess, my cousin must have embellished it and said something bad about me. I was crying alone in my room, and my cousin came to my room with a bag of biscuits. My little cousin said to me while eating cookies, "Brother! Sorry ... my aunt gave me a bag of biscuits. Do you want to try some? Delicious! " I watched my little cousin eating Tianjin law with relish, and my anger suddenly ignited. I got up and shouted at my cousin, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, would I be beaten? You're still gloating here! Go away! Go away! I will never talk to you again. " My little cousin was stunned. He stood by stupidly. The biscuit in his hand naturally fell, and his eyes gradually became moist. Whoops ... He is very sad!

This is the first time I yelled at my cousin. He was really sad.

# "He _ _ Le" Grade 5 composition of 500 words (Part III) #

"Oh my god, how is that possible? It's so unfair! " I was doing my homework in my room when I was suddenly frightened by this earth-shaking angry cry that doubted my life. I crept to my father's bedroom and took a look. To my surprise, my father, who hasn't touched a book for many years, actually picked up a Four Great Classical Novels and read it with relish, talking to himself from time to time!

I went to my father and was about to ask him why he was interested in reading today. As a result, my father hit me and shared his comments on the characters in the book after reading it. I saw him frown for a moment; Laugh for a while; For a while, I was very sad; I was angry for a while ... before I could speak, he waved me out again, saying that I had come to disturb his reading, so I had to walk out of the door for no reason, but soon my curiosity hooked me up with my father. I took out an attitude ten times better than Taobao customer service and said to my father, "Dad, can I watch you read next to you?" Just watching you read, you can relax 100, and I will never disturb your scholarly life! "Dad hesitated for a while, stared at the book and answered me without looking up:" Nothing! " "

On the way, I asked my father a few questions that he didn't understand, but he seemed to ignore them. Time goes by little by little. At noon, my mother asked my father to eat three or four times. He just frowned impatiently and replied, "I see, I'll come as soon as I finish reading this page ..." Soon after, my mother repeated the song The Lion Roar, which had been lost for many years. In the case of growling, she confiscated the book again and said, "Do I have to invite three or four people to move?" Dad had to obey.

After dinner, I once again asked my father doubtfully, "Why did you pick up the book again?" "Young people don't work hard, and the elderly are sad. I am setting an example for you to make up for my lack of reading when I was a child! " Dad answered in a loud voice.

After that, he was intoxicated by the thick book, because he wanted his daughter to study hard. How proud he is!

# "He _ _ Le" 500-word composition in the fifth grade (article 4) #

Angry, happy, sad … I believe everyone has experienced it! Then one thing that impressed me the most was this.

I remember that day when I came back from school, my mother asked me, "Is there much homework today? Is it difficult? " I replied, "Not much, not difficult." After supper, I began to do my homework. I look around from time to time, but I can't calm down and write well. I just want to play. Finally, there are still a few problems that cannot be solved. My mother will check my homework as usual when I take a shower.

I came out of the bathroom and found it was not good. Mom ignored me and didn't even look at me. I leaned over and saw that there was no smile on my mother's face. At this moment, my mother threw my exercise book on the sofa and said, "Look at your homework. That's all. See for yourself how wrong you are. Go! " I see, alas, really wrong! I changed it again and again for fifteen minutes, thinking that everything had been changed, but when I showed it to my mother, her face became even uglier. She glared at me with angry eyes, and then said to me anxiously, "Look, how much have you changed after so long?" Are you thinking about studying? I don't want to learn! "I checked it again and found that the wrong place was only half right. It took me a long time to correct it, but I found that there was still one homework left unfinished. This is adding fuel to the fire! I didn't tell my mother the news at once. I hesitated for a while before I got up the courage to tell my mother about it. Sure enough, my mother flew into a rage again and said angrily, "you can't even finish your homework. Why don't you go to school and go to work?" "If you drop out of school and don't go to school, you won't learn." Then I went to take a shower and never looked back. After listening to my mother's words, my tears rolled in my eyes. While my mother was taking a bath, I felt ashamed and sad to finish this "difficult" task.

Now I also understand my mother's anxiety. In fact, my mother meant well, all for my own good. I will study harder in the future and don't let this happen again.

# "He _ _ Le" 500-word composition in the fifth grade (article 5) #

Dad is a bookworm.

He usually reads e-books most of the time. Of course, he also reads paper books. He likes reading novels and history books. Unfortunately, I can't understand most of them.

In my father's study, books are piled on the bookshelf, desk and floor. Dad is almost forty, but he looks as crazy as a child when he studies. As a Chinese teacher and an intellectual, he really likes reading. I asked him why, and he said that reading can broaden our horizons and enrich our spiritual world. I don't understand.

One night, I was reading a book, but my father sat listlessly on the sofa, looking sleepy. Suddenly the door opened and my mother came back from outside with a courier in her hand and said, "Whose book is this?" Hearing this, my father's eyes suddenly lit up and bounced off the sofa with a whoosh. Then he showed his flying skills, flew to the door at lightning speed and grabbed the book. Then he turned and ran to the study, entered the study and closed the door with a backhand. At that time, I was stunned by my father's series of actions on the sofa. I thought to myself: What a nerd! Reading books is a treasure. How much he loves reading!

I didn't call when my father didn't come out for dinner. Halfway through, he hasn't come out yet I was a little angry and quietly opened the study. I stood for a while, only to see him with a book in his hand, with a happy face and a sad face. Occasionally, he talked to himself like a sleepwalker, completely ignoring me, or paying no attention to me at all. I approached him and held out my hand to block his view. He pushed my hand away. I grabbed his book with both hands, and his five fingers fell on the top of Mount Tai, but there was no strength to fight back. A few minutes later, my mother broke into the house and shouted at him, which led him back to the table. Out of the study, he walked with a book in his hands, as if it were delicious.

As soon as he got up the next morning, he came to me excitedly and told me that he had finished reading the book. I did it one brace up: How is it possible, such a thick book! After careful inquiry, he stayed up until four o'clock in the morning.

I wonder, can books really be so charming? But seeing dad like that, it is estimated that he really has this magical function.

# "He _ _ Le" 500-word composition in grade five (article 6) #

I remember one weekend, my friend invited me to their school to watch the sports meeting and cheer for him. I readily agreed. When I first arrived at school, I saw him concentrating on warming up before the game. I stepped forward to greet him, and he barely smiled at me, obviously under pressure!

The game is about to start, and the athletes are all in place. Only one player said at the top of his lungs, "Just you, do you still want to compete with us?" Other contestants also laughed at my "heavyweight" friend. I'm not happy to hear that. I patted him on the shoulder and sincerely said to him, "Everything depends on human effort, you can do it!" " ".Hearing this, his dim eyes suddenly became clear, like a clear spring in the sun. The referee said, "Take your positions and get ready to run!" " "Athletes run like runaway horses, and the audience cheers for their fans. My friend is currently in the third place, and the atmosphere is extremely tense. My heart is racing: this race is a long-distance race. Will he be exhausted? Sure enough, his steps became smaller and smaller, his body was a little unstable, his speed slowed down obviously, and he fell to the last one. At this time, there was only one lap from the finish line, and all the other players were panting, and the event was in a stalemate. At this time, somehow, my friend seemed to break through the pole at once, with his legs apart and his arms swinging forward ... I cheered excitedly when I saw the situation, and while leading him away, I shouted desperately: "Come on, come on!" . The sound of "refueling" seems to have injected infinite energy into him. He ran faster and faster, and the other runners watched him pass him but could do nothing. With only 20 meters left from the finish line, his face turned pale, but he still gritted his teeth, gasped and rushed to the finish line with all his strength. Finally, he won the championship. At this point, his eyes blurred and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat.

When awarding the prize, I gave him two thumbs up on the podium. He trembled slightly with the trophy in his hand, as if the hard-won honor was heavy. In the sun, the dazzling golden light of the trophy lit up his tender face, his mouth rose, and the dimples in his memory hung on his face again.

After the award, I jokingly said to him, "Fat man, awesome!" " He looked at me with a smile, and his eyes showed the joy of success and infinite gratitude. Yes, on the road of growing up, there is always a close friend around him to help him, and he smiled gratefully; He created a miracle with his own efforts, which made others sit up and take notice. He smiled proudly.

# "He _ _ Le" 500-word composition in the fifth grade (article 7) #

Nowadays, you can often hear your neighbors praise you in your spare time: "Your family is really happy!" However, who would have thought that the peaceful situation at home now is due to the change of a prodigal son! And this prodigal son is his reformed brother.

As a teenager, he was once addicted to reading novels, and truancy has become commonplace. So he often hides in the corner and secretly reads picture books, and rarely associates with the students around him. Gradually, he built a high wall in his heart and imprisoned himself in a narrow inner world. I remember one time, when his family was not looking, he stole more than 70 yuan from his grandmother and went to the bookstore to buy three books-Journey to the West and two King of Fairy Tales. As a result, he was found by the teacher when he was absent from class. When my mother got a call from the teacher and hurried to school, she found that my brother had squandered more than 70 yuan, leaving only 4 yuan. My mother hated the production of iron and gave her brother a good beating. However, beating and cursing have become commonplace for him, and truancy and reading idle books are still prohibited repeatedly. In order not to let his mother find out, he buried the book in the mound on his way to school, dug it out at school and buried it back after school. In this way, this muddled life continued until he graduated from junior high school. After graduation, he still does nothing. He spends all his time in Internet cafes and playing mahjong. For his future, his mother has been disheartened, and his relatives and friends have given him contemptuous eyes. At that time, there was a cold atmosphere at home all day.

As the days passed, when my sister finally got the college admission notice with the high hopes of her family, at the moment of leaving the station, I found something strange in his hazy eyes, which seemed to be a kind of jealousy and dissatisfaction. From then on, I gradually found that he went to Internet cafes to play mahjong less often, and finally found a stable job in a hotel. My mother smiled at his desperate face again. Once, some fair-weather friends invited him to play a few games, but he politely refused. Brother really turned over a new leaf. Since my brother took the right path, our family finally lived a quiet and happy life.

As the saying goes, "the prodigal son never changes his money." The change of my brother reminds me of the story of Byron and Xu Beihong. If a person feels ashamed and turns it into motivation, the power that can erupt is enormous. The truth of "knowing shame before being brave" exists in all things, and knowing shame is introverted anger.

# "He _ _ Le" 500-word composition in grade five (article 8) #

The wind is raining and it hurts my heart. I tried to reach out and keep him, my grandfather, but it was too late. He has left here for his cabin.

That night, my father said a few words to my grandfather. In a rage, grandpa decided to leave here and live alone in his cabin. Grandpa began to tidy up, sobbed and put one piece of clothes into the luggage bag. I watched silently, not knowing what to do. At this time, I found that grandpa seems to be much older, his weather-beaten face is covered with deep wrinkles, his eyes are deep, and his hair is almost white ... This makes me a little sad: Grandpa is so poor, he will live alone, eat alone, and entertain himself alone in the future ... Who can stand such suffering!

Time is like a blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, Grandpa packed his luggage. Before he left, he said to me, "Grandpa is gone, so you should take good care of yourself." Hearing this sentence, my tears burst out at once: God, my grandfather has always regarded me as a grandson and gave me meticulous love. Although he always nags me at ordinary times, every word he says is his concern for me! What about me? When did you treat him as a grandfather? I often argue with him at ordinary times, which is the essence of leverage. I want grandpa to stay, but I can't speak when I see my father's angry face. I silently watched grandpa leave home: the sun set, a box, a person. That figure, so lonely. A ray of sunshine in the evening sprinkled on the earth and grandpa's back. He walked with faltering steps, step by step, farther and farther. At this point, only the sunset accompanied him ... watching, the line of sight blurred again.

At night, I lie in bed, tossing and turning, but I can't sleep. I've been thinking about the little things between grandpa and me. Every time after school, I can hear the familiar voice, "What do you want to eat? Come on, let's buy it." But now, I can't hear it anymore; At the dinner table, I have never heard of "come and eat a piece of fat." Yes; The deafening snoring disappeared ... The originally lively family was so deserted at this time, even if it was wrapped in a quilt, it could not stop the invasion of cold.

After grandpa left angrily, the bed was not warm. So is the heart. Alas, I really want to bring grandpa back to this big family. I couldn't keep him at first, and he left. What a pity!

# "He _ _ Le" 500-word composition in grade five (article 9) #

Today is Saturday, and dad has to work overtime this afternoon. I can't help but feel happy-I can finally watch TV secretly.

When my father left, he said to me, "I'm going to work. You do your homework at home and recite English texts. I'll check again in the evening! " "I said happily," OK, Dad, I promise to finish the task. "I stood at the door and watched my father go out. I want to jump with excitement. Humming a cheerful tune, I skipped to the front of the TV, turned on the TV, and then picked up snacks and sat on the sofa, watching TV and eating snacks. It is really comfortable. I have long forgotten my father's gaze before going out.

Leisure and happy time always flies. "Knock, knock, knock ..." A quick knock on the door sounded, and I suddenly recovered from the plot in the animation. Oh, no, my father must have come back this time. I quickly turned off the TV and opened the door. Sure enough, my father came back. My father went straight into the bathroom to wash his hands. I am glad that my father forgot to check my homework, but my father's voice came from my ear: "Have you finished reciting your English homework?" I suddenly had a sharp pain in my skull, which was quite unbearable. I lowered my head and whispered, "No.""Have you finished your other homework?" Dad said angrily. I hung my head and trembled and said, "No, no" Dad came to my room, holding an exercise book whiter than the wall of my room, waving his hand, and the exercise book slammed on the table! At this point, he frowned and stared at me with eyes as big as two bells. There seems to be an angry monster in his eyes. He rushed out and tore up my exercise book. I was pale with fear and my heart was broken. Finally, my father refrained from hitting me, and my face was burning with pain, and tears often fell like broken beads.

Through this, I know: I am a student now, I should concentrate on my study, be diligent in my work and be lazy in my play. I will never do this again, and I will never make my father angry again.

# 500 words (10) What's the music in the fifth grade composition #

"Look at you, your hair is everywhere on the roof, and you don't know how to pick it up. Let me lick it every time. " The sound is too familiar. Yes, my mother is talking about my hair again.

In the morning, the sun is shining and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. I was about to comb my hair when my mother came out of the kitchen swearing and shouted at me, "Didn't you pick up the hair on the floor after washing your hair last night?" This morning, after I got up, I found your hair all over the floor. I have told you many times, but you still won't listen. Really! "I don't care what my mother says. Anyway, I'm used to listening, so I'll pretend I didn't hear it.

After school, I ran home happily, ready to share my happiness at school with my mother today. I never thought that when I entered the house, I was greeted by a big curse. That familiar sentence buzzes in my ear like a mosquito: "I just told you this morning that all the hair on the ground should be cleaned up." I have told you so many times, but you just turned a deaf ear to what I said! " My happy mood was instantly splashed with a pot of cold water, which made me feel chilly and uncomfortable. "Just a few hairs. As for shouting? " I thought it would be okay to talk as usual. But this time it was uncharacteristic. I saw my mother's forehead was blue and her face turned black. She also raised her hand to hit me. For an instant, I was stupid. Although the raised slap didn't fall on me, another punishment made me even worse: "Kneel at the door and see if you don't have a long memory."

How dare I disobey my mother's orders and plop? I can only do this.

I knelt on the ground and silently thought, "It seems that my mother is really angry this time. I will never dare to ignore my mother's words next time. "

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