Topic composition 600 words

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following are eight 600-word topic compositions I collected for your reference only. Let's have a look.

Topic composition 600 words 1 Since junior high school, countless things have happened, but few things really make me feel grown up. One of the most emotional things about growing up was that day.

It's a sunny morning. I got up early and went to the breakfast shop for breakfast. Perhaps it is because business is booming that the breakfast shop is crowded with people early in the morning. In the shop, people seem to stand shoulder to shoulder and tiptoe. Just then, a young man with blond hair and bell bottoms and a shirt came into the shop. He glanced around cunningly and shouted, "Two bowls of beef noodles and a set meal." With that, she glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so she picked up her breakfast and left. Knowing that he didn't pay, the proprietress hurried to catch up and said kindly, "You forgot to pay!" " That boy cheated and said loudly, "I obviously paid 4 yuan, how can I say I didn't pay it!" " When the proprietress saw him cheating, there was nothing she could do, but she was so angry that she stood up and dared not speak.

I saw all this, and I thought: As a junior high school student, should I go out and stop it? If you go out and stop it, you may be in trouble. It's not worth it for the proprietress not to go out. Just when I was in a dilemma, suddenly an unknown force took my steps out. I thought: Let's fight. So I said to the young man, "You really didn't give money." When the proprietress saw the witness, she said loudly, "Since there is a witness, she can't deny it." Diners also said that the young man is not. Seeing that the situation was not good, the young man had to pay the money and left despondently. At this time, the proprietress said, "This middle school student is really sensible." Several diners praised me. At that time, I couldn't figure out what inspired me to stand up, but listening to other people's praise filled my heart with sweetness: if it was before, I really wasn't so brave. I really grew up!

After that, I felt that I really grew up and was braver than before. I must continue to work hard and grow into a useful person.

Topic composition: 600 words and 2 leaves, covering the trip to Qiu Lai in summer vacation. The cool autumn wind tells the joy of harvest. Sure enough, "there is no dream of spring grass in the pool, and the leaves in front of the steps have fallen in autumn." I remember the lotus was still in full bloom yesterday. Why is the osmanthus tree fragrant today? I didn't expect autumn to come quietly between laughter and laughter.

In this poetic season, did you choose a wooden chair in the park to sit down and listen quietly? Listen to the whispers of flowers and grass; The melodious melody of sunshine and rain; The beautiful songs of wind, rain and thunder. When you see the leaves fall on the tree, do you hear it saying goodbye to the tree? When birds are singing in the sky, do you hear them enjoying the beautiful autumn scenery? Do you hear the symphony orchestra playing when the drizzle continues to fall? You know, this is the call of life! Every time you recite "A bumper harvest is said in the fragrance of rice, frogs burst", do you also want to walk into the golden rice fields, touch the heavy fruits of rice ears and talk about this year's bumper harvest? Listening to the cheerful songs of frogs by the pond, you will think that they also know that they have a hard work and a harvest. This year's harvest was bought with hard sweat! Whenever you recite "moonlight in its pine forest, staying on the clear spring stone", will you also think of the bright moon in the sky at night when the wind is light and the clouds are light? The bright moonlight shone on the tall green pine branches. The clear stream gurgles, and the bluestones on both sides are moistened by this water. The spring water is flowing "Ding", and countless glittering and translucent water drops gradually emerge. Did you hear the sound like a silver bell? Listen, my friend! The voice of nature! The voice of nature! Have you heard these fantastic music? !

Listening is beautiful. She lets you know the colorful world. Listening is happy, it makes you no longer lonely. Listening again and again brings you gains again and again; Harvest again and again, let us further learn to listen and cherish everything around us. Listening is the beginning of enjoying life!

Topic composition 600 words 3 Several students asked me: How are you getting along now? Have you adapted to life there? I always say: yes! Is it really okay? I'm not sure. I think I live in a sub-health state. I don't play basketball anymore; My favorite table tennis disappeared in my world; Breakfast became my scapegoat for getting up late; Mobile phone seems to be the only reason why I stay in the classroom; Sitting in front of the computer when you are free, even if you are bored enough to refresh the screen back and forth, you won't do anything meaningful.

In the past, in order to come here, I got up early and greedy for the dark, and I also looked forward to a bright future in my spare time. Ideals are like lottery tickets we buy in ecstasy, and they become worthless until the day they are cashed. Is this the life I want? I am speechless. I have no courage to do what I did before, no determination to face the difficulties of the past, and no enterprise is unwilling to lag behind. I've changed. Many times I no longer blame my ignorance, but blame my degradation on the change of environment. I think everything will get better if I integrate into this new environment, but I don't know how to integrate into this environment. Should I take the initiative to adapt, or wait for the environment to become what I want. Whenever the dead of night, my reason will always appear quietly in front of me, pointing at my nose and cursing: don't deceive yourself, you know whether you are positive or not, and it's up to you to be confused. Don't follow your heart, it will only lead you to a dead end in life, and don't look back and find that the exit has disappeared in time. At this time, I will know in my heart that in fact, whenever I come to the crossroads of life, I know which way is right, but sometimes I won't choose because it is too bitter.

I am lucky, I will also blame myself for not making progress, and I will also be annoyed by my mistakes. I am afraid that one day I will turn a blind eye to my indulgence, I am afraid that I can't tell right from wrong, and I am afraid that my positive thoughts will die unconsciously like a frog in a pot of water.

The future is in my own hands, but I don't know if I can grasp it. People want to live today, but I always avoid tomorrow. But what will happen tomorrow? I seem to have asked the same question yesterday.

My mother went home a few days ago to celebrate her sixtieth birthday with her grandmother. I found that my family has changed a lot. When I got home, I felt very uncomfortable without my mother's care and nagging. I can only stay in an empty house with my three turtle brothers. Although I also went to my grandmother's house on 1 October1day, these days have made me unbearable. Although I just waved my hand lightly when I left my mother that day, I didn't expect that I would be so lonely without my mother. Life without a mother is really hard, and there are mountains of clothes and pants at home. If mom is not at home, only dad knows nothing about housework. My house is a mess. The cleanest thing is my fish tank. How I wish I were a turtle in a fish tank. The turtles all have a companion, but why am I lonely? During the days when my mother was away, I basically had no appetite, and my appetite was second only to that of the tortoise. At night, my mother's head appeared frequently in my dreams, and I kept calling my mother until the next day.

I'm basically in charge now. I have breakfast in the morning, go home at night, and clean my room and change water for Brother Turtle when I get home ... Especially at night, the community is very quiet, with only a few dim lights and footsteps can be heard. I walked slowly to the door, rang the doorbell of 50 1 and looked around. The door opened with a bang. I opened the door and went in. The door suddenly slammed shut. I feel a cold sweat on my face, as if someone was behind me. I ran as fast as I could, and almost fell down when I reached the 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 floors. But I finally got home, my heart was pounding and I couldn't calm down for a long time. This is completely different from my mother's trend, just like having a backer to help me exorcise demons. Without my mother, my family has changed and become like two worlds.

In the past, the family was very lively, but now it has become cold and cheerless, and the atmosphere has completely changed. Mom, life without you is really hard. I would rather listen to your reprimand every day than leave you again. Mom, come back!

There is a buttonwood tree at the gate of our school. It looks like a tall giant, guarding the school gate. It's three stories high, and three children can't pull it. It gives us infinite joy all the year round.

In spring, it is raining, and the plane tree greedily sucks the dew of spring. Soon, it grew a bud, saying it was light green, more like goose yellow, like an elf sticking out his little head and looking at this novel world. A few days later, the little bud grew up and changed from light green to light green. Then, the branches are covered with strings of flowers and bones, some grow up and some grow down. The upper part of the flower is purple, and the lower part is white with purple spots embroidered on it. Like a shy little girl, afraid to show her true colors, she will play the purple trumpet in a few days. A gust of wind blew, and the smell was fragrant, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Sometimes, when it rains, I run to pick a handful, then take off the receptacle, and then squeeze out sweet honey to lick it, which makes people memorable.

When summer comes, the leaves turn from light green to dark green. The leaves are as big as our little palms, one by one, and the leaves are lush, casting a shade for us, like a huge parasol. In every class, we can play under the tree. Brought us infinite coolness and joy.

Autumn comes, the leaves turn yellow, a gust of wind blows, and the leaves fall one after another. The students ran around chasing these "yellow butterflies". Some students picked a leaf and played tug-of-war with petiole. The campus is full of laughter.

Winter has arrived, and there are still some dead leaves hanging on the branches. It's snowing, the branches are covered with white snow, and the sight of silver makeup bends the branches, and the buttonwood seems to be asleep, silent in the arms of winter. ...

The buttonwood trees all year round bring me infinite fun ... I like the buttonwood trees on campus!

Every happy family will have such a person: his shoulders are higher than the mountain peak, and there will always be tears left by children; His heart is wider than heaven and earth. He used to forgive the mistakes made by children. His hug is warmer than the sun. He once comforted his lost child ... This man is-father!

Father's greatness is endless, but is his father really that great? He is just busy every day, so it is difficult to come back for dinner! Since father doesn't care about this family, is he still great?

At first, I didn't care much about my father because he seldom saw me. How much will I miss him? But later, the TV series "Where is Dad Going?" was broadcast on TV. I eagerly watched the happiness of five fathers and five children together. How envious I am, I wish I was one of them. On second thought, where is my father? He really doesn't deserve to be my father!

Gradually, jealousy expanded day by day and became jealousy. Just then, a touching scene appeared in the TV series "Where is Dad?". In the sand skiing competition, a little girl named Cindy wanted to slide down from the highest sand pile alone. As a father, how can you put her at risk? But her father Tian Liang agreed! Unexpectedly, at the moment when her daughter slipped off the skateboard, Tian Liang grabbed the handle of the skateboard and ran down with it!

Father, for various reasons, this word has always felt so strange in my heart. ...

"Dad, who is usually busy with his career, can finally accompany me from morning till night. Actually, my wish is very simple. If you have time, please spend more time with me, ok? Every place where you are is the most beautiful harbor in my heart. "

The poem "Where is Dad going?". Let the warm current flow into my lonely heart again, so happy and beautiful. ...

After reading this poem, I often think: Maybe my father must care about me. It's just that he doesn't have enough time and energy, so I need to wait.

The changing mentality saved the birds who wanted to escape from the cliff. At first, my father's love flowed to me. ...

In spring, tell me to pay attention to my health; In summer, buy me delicious watermelon; Autumn, countless reminders; In winter, I put on clothes ... I really got what I wanted, because I longed for love!

At this moment, waiting for my father's love is no longer strange. I am bathed in the sunshine of my father's love, so happy. ...

Topic composition 600 words 7 Waiting is an expectation; Waiting is like saussurea involucrata blooming in my heart, quietly opening in beauty. ...

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Fanka was so tired that she fell asleep with sweet hope. But the thin Van Card forgot to pick up the pen and ink he stole.

In the evening, the boss came back. He was very angry when he found that Fanka was still sleeping without looking at the shop and stole their ink. He grabbed little Fanka's ear, dragged him out of his sleep into the yard, and hit him hard on the arm with a shoe last, swearing and saying that he would break Fanka's arm. Although Fanka was beaten with a grin, this time his heart was full of joy. He thought: the letter may have been taken away by the drunken postman; This may be the last time I was beaten; Dear grandpa may already be on his way; The bitter days are coming to an end! Fanka thought like this and looked into the sky. Grandpa's smiling face appeared in front of him, as if he were slowly coming to Moscow in a carriage. ...

Xiao Fanka began to work hard every day and wanted to show his grandfather what he had learned. He prayed in his heart every day; Pray that grandpa will receive his letter as soon as possible, and pray that grandpa will be safe on the way to pick him up! He began to fantasize every day. As soon as he heard the sound of hooves, he looked out of the window of the shop door. Did the postman bring him grandpa's reply, or did grandpa let the postman bring food and clothes, or did grandpa come in person ... Fanka didn't see it every time, but he always told himself: Maybe it's too far, grandpa hasn't received the letter yet, and he will come in a moment. He still watches and thinks every day. ...

Once, I was so absorbed in thinking that I accidentally broke a tea set when I was packing. The boss and proprietress were so angry that they dragged Xiaowanka into the yard to add sticks. Beat him dizzy and black and blue, lying there dying, it will take a few days to stand up.

Topic composition 600 words Chapter 8-Who leads ignorant people into spacious classrooms and teaches us rich knowledge? It's you, teacher! Who is it-to educate naughty people into sensible, considerate and enthusiastic people? It's you, teacher, I praise you!

Teacher, you work so hard every day; Every morning, you are always the first to come to the classroom and copy the exercises on the blackboard. When eating breakfast, I always finish it quickly, and sometimes I come to the classroom to give us lessons because I am too busy. Whenever you have a class, you always try your best to irrigate our knowledge. After class, your voice is hoarse enough to drink a large glass of water. After school, the students have gone home one after another, but you are still correcting our homework in the office; When night falls, some of us go out for a walk, some watch TV at home, and some go shopping, but teacher, you still prepare lessons carefully under the light. Teacher, you go out early and come back late every day, busy with teaching, I praise you!

Not only do you work as hard as a hard-working little bee every day, but you also care about and care for us like your own children. When we are sick, you always carry your weak body from the classroom on the sixth floor to the first floor to find the school doctor, and then take care of us in every possible way until the informed parents take your place. Because of this, you often feel tired and wheezing at your own expense; When we encounter difficulties in learning, you always help us solve them patiently, and even try your best to help us find satisfactory and understandable answers; When our grades are not satisfactory and we regress, you will always call us to a quiet campus, talk to us kindly, analyze the reasons for our failure, and teach us that "failure is not forever". Encourage us to work hard, come on, improve our grades and let us regain our confidence. Teacher, I praise you!

Teacher, you are a bright light, illuminating my way forward; You are an industrious gardener, watering and fertilizing for us; You are a piece of chalk. You sacrificed yourself and left us with a wealth of knowledge. Teacher, I praise you! I am grateful to you!