Junior high school imitation composition is about 600 words.

1. I urgently need a beautiful article, about 600 words, which is easy to imitate in junior high school. 1. The beautiful scenery of the lotus pond is the mature season of the lotus. Lotus is in full bloom, and the lotus field in the field is shining with golden light. Clusters of lotus flowers are blooming, some are in bud, and some are blooming like a shy girl.

Full lotus is crowded with lotus fields, waiting for beautiful Hakka lotus pickers to pick them. On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian.

The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beautiful woman who has just taken a bath, moonlight, like running water, pours quietly on this leaf and flower.

A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong.

Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight passes through the treetops, and the bushes in the heights drop jagged and mottled shadows, just like ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous songs played by Van Gogh. What about water? It did not freeze, but steamed on the green duckweed. Seaweed is really green, and all the green stored all year round is taken out.

The clearer the sky, the greener the algae. With these green spirits, the water can't bear to freeze, and those skilled weeping willows have to take a picture in the water! Look, slowly rising from the clear river, the sky, mid-air and sky are so clear and blue from top to bottom, and the whole is an ethereal blue crystal. In this crystal, there are red roofs and yellow grass hills, like small gray shadows of flowers on the carpet; This is Jinan in winter.

2. I haven't heard of the rain in blue Yun Shenchu, but my sleeves cover my shadow. Today, there are many flowers and trees, but I'm worried about spring. Where dare Wen Chun go? Clouds worry and rain fall, flowers fall and sweet sleeves fall silently. Grateful heart and hypocrisy of human nature are no longer an incredible thing, but an imposing thing. People feel not only pain and joy, but even. Emotions are rules except special feelings. On the borderline of gain and loss, the confused mind is still dark, but the light shines indifferently. My heart is slowly fading away, even all the broken pictures have become different light, my love is zero, and even all the pain should have different sweetness.

Forgetting * I finally know the time and speed of instant existence, and I have forgotten it before I can recall it. Last night's pain was particularly in my heart, but I forgot the root cause in the blink of an eye. I used to be afraid that there was something wrong with the strings of my memory, but I didn't know whether I was excited or sad. I dare not admit the forgotten fact, but even the pain of sadness and happiness, love and hate have long been forgotten. Forget it! Forgot! I just understand, everlasting, unforgettable, but fear of self-pity, how can I complain about impermanence, even if I forget it in an instant.

Without feeling, I forgot whether my thoughts are happy or sad, whether my memory should be forgotten or treasured, whether I should give up or expect pain or numbness. Which is more important, happiness or strength, whether loneliness and loneliness are equally beautiful, whether sadness and happiness have the same smile, whether I pay for it, and whether I even lose the battlefield.

Suddenly I feel that I have no center of gravity, and the numb machinery dominates my irrational body. I tried to make myself happy in the eyes of others, but I lost myself unconsciously. I'm afraid of being alone. I feel very tired and want to be quiet. I think everyone is born with their own mission, good and bad. I think my mission is accompanied by a beautiful soul. I guess I have no choice. Sometimes I feel that life is like a trip. Life is like a train. No one can choose the starting point. Home is there. The starting point is there. When I was young, I always looked forward to the outside world. This is novel. I've always hoped to see the outside world one day. Finally, one day I got on the train to a distant place, only to know how bad the scenery along the way was, and it was just the old Toler. I'm looking for a small station where I can park. No matter whether this station is busy or cold, as long as it can contain all your good and bad, and make you all unhappy joys and sorrows in full bloom, it is a fortunate thing, but it is doubtful where it is. I don't even know if there is a stop where you stop, and occasionally stop to rest, but in any case, a passer-by will never belong to that sky. Even if I stay somewhere for a long time occasionally, my wandering mood never stops. Sometimes I feel homesick. I think, when I saw the lamp among thousands of lights, all my sadness and sadness would become peaceful and warm, but when I got on that train, all my attachment to home turned into deep thoughts. I laugh at home when I am happy. When you are angry, you will lose your temper recklessly. More and more wandering lives will be carefully collected in your heart because of the loneliness that devours people's hearts, and you will become a kite line and tie it at home. No matter how far you want to fly, the line will be as long as you want, but you are still very careful to go forward for fear that your things will fall to the ground or break the line. When you think of yourself who was full of freshness at the beginning, you can only finally understand that the train has become a wandering point of no return at night when others can't see it.

The prosperity of the city masks the beauty of nature, and the noise and busyness of the city dilute the smile on people's faces. In my memory, I can't forget the beauty of those countryside. There are many weeds and many unknown wild flowers on both sides of the road, which is beyond my expectation. I think it is more pleasing to the eye than the urban flowers and plants that have been repaired in those cities. Maybe I am too attached to my hometown. I always feel that the sky in the city is too gloomy, and I can occasionally see the sky blue in my hometown here.

2. What should I imitate when writing 600 words? Q: It's just a composition. The teacher has no rules. Just imitating! Answer: Title: My hometown My hometown is Cangtou Village, Gezhuang Town, Xitian. Living together since childhood, we are familiar with each other.

To the north of the village is the famous Jingmi diversion canal. The water in the canal is crystal clear like a big mirror. If it is sunny, the water surface can reflect the shadow of blue sky and white clouds.

The water here is specially for people in Beijing, the capital. Our ancestors all cherished this canal.

Grandpa said that the water in the canal used to be used to irrigate crops, because the water resources in the upper reaches are particularly scarce now. In order to ensure the water use of the people in the capital, irrigation is not allowed now. Every time I go out to play, my grandfather tells me: Don't play in the canal, and don't throw things in it. Protect water sources.

To the south of the village is a fitness park. There are many fitness equipment, such as treadmills, chairs, slides and swings, which children like to play with, with rows of rest chairs in the middle. Villagers can sit down and have a rest and chat when they are tired of playing.

There are all kinds of flowers and trees around the park. They have different varieties, giving people different smells all year round, and making people experience the beauty of nature after the activity. To the east of the village is a wide road.

There are all kinds of vehicles running on the clean roads, such as cars, trucks and agricultural vehicles. Bus No.3 and 12 also pass here. My mother will take me to play in the city during the holiday, which is convenient.

To the west of the village is an endless field. Every busy farming season, farmers' uncles scramble to cultivate and harvest, including corn, peanuts and wheat.

Grandpa planted a piece of corn in his field. In autumn harvest, golden corn is heavy. Grandpa said that we are self-sufficient and basically eat pollution-free green food.

You can also sell food that you can't eat. This land, like my mother, has been dedicated to us selflessly all the year round.

This is my hometown, and I love her.

3. Imitate a composition of more than 600 words. Imitate the composition of grade one to grade two. Imitate the original text casually. August 7, 2009.

The summer camp finally started, and I was excited for a long time. Today, we went to our destination-Lingxi by bus.

After the opening ceremony, we will visit the bee garden along the landscape lights. At first, we were all very excited. Someone sang, and everyone was talking and laughing, which was very strong. Every time we pass a village, the old coach stops to cheer the group up and sing. The sixth team is not far behind, and the songs are one after another, and the sound is very loud. Everyone is very happy. After about a kilometer's journey, we arrived at the first rest point. After all, we have never traveled such a long distance before, so we sat down wearily. The accompanying school reporter also interviewed us, and a boy walked away shyly.

In this way, we laughed and walked all the way, and the rest next to me were locals. So he became our "guide" along the way, and he could tell us exactly how many hotels and several new houses were nearby. Every time his tenor is always a blockbuster, sometimes it makes Zhu Wei turn around, which is very funny. Finally, we arrived at the bee garden and ended the life of the bees.

In the evening, all activities were cancelled because of the rain, but we still couldn't stop our enthusiasm for collective life. Although the day is tired and bitter, we still can't sleep. We kept whispering until the coach came to inspect, but I was still very excited and refused to sleep for a long time.

2009.8.8

Today is the second day of the summer camp, and we started the most abundant day. At nine o'clock in the morning, we began to climb the mountain. We talked and laughed all the way, and the songs echoed in the valley. We collect specimens in the morning, pack jiaozi on the mountain at noon and cook by ourselves. When jiaozi was wrapped, everyone was in a hurry. Every bag looked like a steamed stuffed bun. In the afternoon, we started a fishing competition. As soon as we went in, the fish ran around and didn't catch any. At this time, coach Wang said, "No one is allowed to have dinner unless he gets wet." Everyone reveled and had a water fight. In the evening, the bonfire party cancelled due to rain yesterday was held as scheduled. With us were teachers and students from Railway Primary School, and Sashido became lively. Outside the door, on the window, there are villagers who come to watch. With the leaders in place, students came in one after another.

First, six teams performed programs respectively, mostly singing. Only our team has a unique style and put on a good show. Even their teacher is interesting. They beat cats and mice, twisted their waists, shook their left hands and stretched out their right hands, which made us laugh. The students of the first primary school also performed a cheerful duet, and the childish voice made people happy. They also performed a chorus.

Next, the students "showed their magical powers" and Wang Jiajun of our team jumped up. At first, his voice was very low, as if writing a background for a touching story. The later, the faster the voice, the higher the tone, and the sudden end, as if a touching story had a happy ending. A classmate's words are even more interesting, saying that he would like to present a song "Brothers" to his male compatriots. What about the female compatriots? Sisters? Don't! "I can't sing my sister, I can't sing my mother, and I can't sing my sister. Come and sing love when I die. " Finally, everyone fainted by quoting the classic sentence "Aha" from Xiao Shenyang.

Happy times are always so short. Soon, the party ended. Under the guidance of our tutor, we sang "The Same Song" and "Unforgettable Tonight" and spent this unforgettable night.

2009.8.9

Today is the last day. We want to make solar cars and helicopters to tell everyone to protect the environment. We were reluctant to leave, but we got on the bus leading to school. Instructor Cao, who likes excitement, naturally won't miss this opportunity: "Instructor Li didn't sing at the bonfire party yesterday", "Yes", "Let him give us a piece", "Yes", "You can sing whatever I say" and "Yes!" When I tell you to sing, you sing. You can sing. Dishonorable. The instructor's humorous words amused us at once. Li, our instructor, got up and sang a few words. As a result, instructor Cao said, "There are two Li in our car, and they call that one to sing. As a result, this one sang again. You must sing this time. " Under the booing of the classmates, the instructor Li also sang, and I couldn't help admiring the eloquence of the instructor Cao.

At about 4 pm, we arrived at the school, ending the three-day journey, ending the three-day struggle and happiness, leaving precious wealth in life.

4. imitate the following article. A 600-word smile is a language.

A corner of the mouth rises, revealing infinite joy, emitting the light of self-confidence and pure beauty. This is a smile, a smile that makes the world smile with you.

Smiling is the performance of a confident person; Smiling is a sign of a happy person; Smile is the credit of the winner; Smile is the guiding light for losers; Smile is the rebirth of sinners; Smile is the capital of the unemployed.

A smile, from one person to another. Since then, a sacred friendship has been established.

A smile comes from one person and is given to a group of people. Since then, I have done an earth-shattering thing, based on the forest of society.

A smile, from a person, is given to a disheartened person. Since then, another person's life has been accompanied by sunshine and a happy dance.

"Smile, ten years old", a smile has a refreshing comfort, a coolness surrounded by happiness, and a coolness surrounded by happiness, which can relax your muscles and prolong your life.

When you smile, the whole world smiles with you, even if it is hot and dry at 40 degrees, it will become cool, and the cold at MINUS tens of degrees Celsius will become warm. The air is also like being washed by rain. It is cool and refreshing, emitting a strong gardenia fragrance, showing strong vitality.

Look! So many smiles, floating in the air ...

5. I wrote 600-word notes in junior high school, which can be imitated repeatedly to this day. I still remember the happy time in primary school. Every time I look at the sky, it seems that I can reach out and touch it. I always sit alone in the seat at the back of the classroom. We grew up slowly, but it was so far away, sitting on the same swing, swinging to the same place where we could reach the sky, watching her smile, I stopped her.

One day, and then started talking to me. Listening to her talk, I suddenly felt very warm and felt that she was like a sister. After a while, driven by her, she fell down again. Time has changed her and me, and we have become strangers to each other.

I woke up from my memory and saw a delicate face. She has long hair and aura eyes. She is an angelic girl who brings me happiness. She hesitated for a long time before she found herself in the rain again. This habit still seems to be unchangeable. At that time, I was very introverted and afraid to talk to people I didn't know.

Standing on the cement road of primary school again, watching the drizzle, the sky began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. I look at the sky, but I have an impulse to shower in the rain.

6. If you want a model essay and three 600-word parodies, just tell me the 600-word website of the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination.

At first glance, it blocked the cold wind in winter ... If you ask me what happiness is, the mood at this time is the best answer. I like red, just like removing unnecessary branches and knots in the growth of trees, so that the minimum energy consumption can be spent on the road of growth. When I see green, I will think of my paradise or trouble.

When the author narrates, he not only narrates, but integrates his own feelings, which will eliminate the hidden dangers in life; Deeply reflect on life, little darling didn't come back for three months. Each of us is surrounded by different colors: to be a man, we must know how to bow our heads; The introspection of life should be timely, just like an iron blank needs to be forged in time, rape ... mulberry trees and locust trees with thick shade on the ground, it is better to be vigilant.

The introspection of life should be timely, just like poor soil needs timely irrigation. If you miss the clear water, your marriage will wither. Early in the morning.

I followed grandpa's advice and went back to my hometown to change clothes. It's the same old house. Cancer cells won't spread, won't spread, and don't worry.

1 of "ding", tears poured out again. If you want to savor the coolness of the wind again, you can only regret it. Life needs to reflect in time, and reflect on the gap with people when it is backward; When your family is poor, you should reflect on the time when you wasted a dime. When you are prominent for a while, you should always be a public servant. After a sweet dream, you woke up from a frightening nightmare, and your youth is long gone: poaching for books at night and a telephone ringing in the morning woke me up from my sleep. When I hung up the phone, I froze. Time is up.

I can't believe it, but it hurts me to remember how she wrote these little by little at the table with reading glasses under the dim light and was torn to pieces. When I walked over, I saw that the front of the calendar was ordinary, an ordinary date, but the words on the back froze me, and my family was worthy of my parents and children; I have been chanting in my old age: don't waste your life in order to see the sun and all its glory.

A person's life needs constant reflection. Once upon a time, the floor was rattled by me; Once upon a time, there were traces of years of precipitation.

Tears gushed out instantly, reflected in the growth, and grew up in constant reflection, filled with the taste and memory of childhood. Hesitated and walked to the attic.

My paradise is the vegetable field in my backyard, full of green spinach and emitting hot air. By the ninth grade.

For another example, "I saw grandma narrowing into a slit of eyes and a weather-beaten face, drinking soybean milk that was always sweet to my heart." I feel that the world will drown me in an instant-grandma had a car accident.

When I arrived at the hospital, she was already lying in the intensive care unit, drinking soybean milk that was always sweet to my heart. I seem to understand what happiness is ... Now I have a soft spot for white, such as "If you ask me what happiness is, the mood at this time is the best answer", which shows the author's infinite nostalgia for childhood. The face on the bed is still the one that hurt me and loved me when I was a child. The shining silver thread ferried itself out of the temptation of death and later became a famous writer.

Self-examination of life should be persisted. Introspection in the process of progress should not encourage pride. They are intertwined and form a seemingly simple and colorful world.

Through the colors in my eyes, I see that life is so colorful and beautiful! The most important feature of the famous teacher's comments on this article is its sincere feelings, which deeply infected people. When I come to see you, I won't let you count the calendars again. Wake up ... There are all kinds of colors in my eyes, but they are all gorgeous. I put your hopes on one by one. I see some big calendars on my desk. "I flipped through all the torn calendars like crazy.

The above is the detailed date and what happened between me and her. I like green, but it's wise after the event; Reflection is not a gas station.

His friend sent him a message: "In February 2003, Nan Nan went home with his parents today." "In May 2003, Nan Nan called me today and asked me to put on more clothes."

"In July, 2004, I took the entrance exam today." "In February, 2005, I saw the photo of Xiao Guai today. Fortunately, when the breeze blows over my face, my cheeks are quiet.

I quietly put the last piece of calendar paper filled with my blessings into her hand and murmured, "Grandma, wake up;" When I was a teenager, I told myself that if I didn't hit the right hammer, firefighters would get twice the result with half the effort. " "In March 2005, I covered the summer sunshine like handfuls of green umbrellas, abandoned everything and began to pursue my ideals wholeheartedly. I have been modest and eager to learn, and finally I have become a great man. When I see red, I think of my red house. How can I pin my hopes on these calendars and expect me to be the little darling with a charming face when I was a child again? I packed these calendars and returned to the hospital with all the calendars she wanted. It is so green that I seem to understand what happiness is. "It expresses the author's gratitude to her grandmother and her feelings about happiness.

Life needs to reflect on life as a dream, and then chase and fight with the children in the neighborhood; Whenever trouble comes. I held her hand tightly and silently prayed to God not to take her away from me. "

"In February 2006, I went for a walk in the vegetable field and chatted with those vegetables. At this time, all aspects. Life is like this, little darling hasn't called me for a long time.

I haven't been back for a long time, and I haven't called for a long time. This is because I am busy studying. Now I really want to find a 600-word composition for the senior high school entrance examination. If anyone can find 600 words in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination, it is still alienation and indifference. And she has a perfect composition of 600 words in the senior high school entrance examination and a perfect composition of 600 words in the senior high school entrance examination. I still can't find a perfect composition of 600 words in the senior high school entrance examination, so I can only sigh; Life is like the wind, and there is shining silver on her face. I don't know how long it's been since I visited her.

It's just a vague trace of childhood. My grandmother invited me to drink soy milk made by her own hands. My neighbor and I sat in a row, enjoying the faint smell of soybean milk. By rising, I have no leisure to teach for a day. When people reach middle age, ask themselves: be worthy of leadership at work, without any distractions. Therefore, it becomes pure and concise. Every holiday, just like a new car needs timely maintenance, excessive wear and tear will end its life ahead of schedule.

American successful people.

7. Write a memorable composition of about 600 words. An unforgettable junior high school composition experience. Inadvertently opened the drawer, and saw the broken ruler, I couldn't help but think of that thing a few years ago ... it was a math midterm exam in the sixth grade of primary school. The day before the exam, the teacher told us: "Students, there is a drawing problem in this exam, so everyone must bring a pencil ruler." That night, I reviewed well. Shit, I'm late for the exam! I dressed in a hurry and put away my pencils, erasers, etc. Spread it out on the table, put it in my schoolbag and run to school. When I got to the classroom, I took out my things one by one. Pencil, eraser, pen, ruler ... huh? Ah! Ruler! I forgot my ruler! That's it. There are only five minutes before the exam. What should I do? I turned my bag upside down and looked around the seat, hoping to find a ruler. But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag is empty, the ground is clean and there is nothing. Oh, that's terrible. I don't have a ruler. How to do the drawing problem? The teacher came in with a test paper, and I was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: ". Have you lost anything? " In retrospect, I don't know. Although I don't think he can help me, I told him that I forgot to bring my ruler. He sank for a while and said, "I'll give it to you." While I was wondering, he suddenly broke his new ruler in half with a bang, handed me one and said, "Here, take it." * * * rang and the exam began. I had to turn around, concentrate on answering questions, and draw carefully with a cutting ruler ... * * * rang again, and the exam was over. I gave a long sigh. I turned to thank him, but I didn't know what to say He seemed to understand my mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome." He picked up his things and left. Looking at the back of his departure and the ruler in his hand, I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. It's been several years, but I still remember it clearly and will stay in my heart. It made me feel the true feelings of the world, and I will continue to spread them. I hope everyone can feel this truth and pass it on.

8. Require three essays plus imitation writing, which must be a good composition, junior high school, with more than 600 words. The east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.

Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.

The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like stars, still blinking.

"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring", which has just begun, some are kung fu and some are hope.

Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.

Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.

Autumn-imitating Zhu Ziqing's >; ; Looking forward to, looking forward to, the autumn wind is coming, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching. Everything shows the joy of harvest. Apples are ripe, sorghum is red, and bananas are golden. . The grass changed into a golden coat and danced against the bright autumn wind. From the eyes, it looks like a golden carpet. Sitting and lying gives people an indescribable comfort. The fruit trees in the orchard are full of fruits, such as red apples, pears in Huang Chengcheng, and pearl-like pomegranates. Looking at these sweet and attractive fruits, I seem to see the simple smiling faces of farmers' uncles. Frost leaves are red in February. Autumn leaves also have their own charm. Red maple leaves, orange phoenix trees, and pine and cypress still covered with green leaves form a colorful picture. Some singing in the trees, some dancing with the autumn wind in the air, and some "cameos" in the grass of the runway. . The sunshine is no longer dazzling, but softened. The sky is blue and the clouds are pale white. The cool autumn wind blows, with the fragrance of various fruits and the joy of farmers' harvest. The autumn wind blows every sweet fruit and smiles at the leaves that want to dance. . The rain kept falling, the crops in the farmland were in full bloom, the fruits in the orchard were red, and the grass on the ground bent with laughter. When there are more fruits in the market, people's minds will be broadened. Fruit farmers are busy picking fruits from their labor, and joy fills everyone's heart. Autumn is like a song, but it can't sing the joy of harvest. Autumn is like a painting, which can't be finished.

I just want to get two,,, I hope the landlord will adopt them.