The composition you read has a main title and a subtitle, and there is a subtitle in it, which is about 600 words.

The composition I got from reading has a main title and a subtitle, and a subtitle is added. I have a wide range of hobbies, about 600 words, but I like reading best.

I am a very standard bookworm. I have been reading all kinds of extracurricular books since the third grade of primary school. Anyway, as long as I have a book in my hand, I will sit in one place and read it in one breath. I don't mean to brag, even if it is a very thick book, I can finish reading a sentence for half a day. As long as I have a book in my hand, I forget all about eating and sleeping. Sometimes I am still reading before going to bed, and my mother turns off the light in order to let me go to bed early. At this time, I will wait for a while, while my parents are asleep, I will turn on the light and watch it again, or hide under the covers and shine with a flashlight. Of course, I have been scolded for this.

Since the fourth grade, I have read more and more books, such as "China and Four Classical Novels", the top ten masterpieces in the world. I like reading world famous books best. Through the education of love, Amicus let us deeply understand the friendship between classmates, the kindness of teachers to educate classmates, and the affection of parents to raise children. Helen Keller's autobiography "If you give me three days of light" makes us realize the preciousness of life and establish the belief that we dare to challenge fate. Every work is the crystallization of the author's lifelong thoughts, which gives us a lot of wisdom and life inspiration.

I hope everyone can love reading as much as I do, because reading makes me have endless fun and happiness.

When I was a child, what fascinated me most was my home. For young me, it is so high. Outside the door is a magical world, and inside the door is a warm harbor. I pushed it curiously and went out. I saw the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers and green trees with bright eyes, the vicissitudes of life and the ups and downs of the red sun. Back in the door, I enjoyed my mother's silent love, my grandmother's nagging and my family's kind care.

Time goes by, time flies, and I grow sturdily with the passage of time. Standing in front of my eyes is the pale yellow school gate. It is a little rusty, and there is a strong iron lock on the door. The short and strong chain firmly locked the high iron gate. Every morning, my classmates and I are holding hands. With the rising sun in Ran Ran, we jump into the gate. We are the flowers of the motherland, teachers diligently impart the pollen of knowledge to us, and we enjoy swimming in the ocean of knowledge. As the sun sets, with the afterglow of the setting sun, we walk out of the school gate with a full load, and the red sunset glow accompanies us home.

Now, I have opened my heart. I observe the world with my heart and feel life with my soul. I made friends of my own age by virtue of my own truth. My sentimental personality urged me to capture the true feelings of those scenes, and I was moved one by one. When others are in trouble, I will enthusiastically lend a helping hand; Whenever I get happiness, I will share it with others. Of course, I also learned to be grateful. I want to thank my family for their warmth and deep love. I want to thank my teachers for their hard work. I want to thank, thank my bosom friend, let me experience the purest friendship. In a word, this door of mind has taught me to discover love, taste love, create love and pass on love.

Life is a long road, but I don't know how many unopened doors there are on the road I haven't traveled. Inside the door, I am eagerly looking forward to seeing everything outside. I'm in the door. Do you know how uneven and dangerous this road is? I once asked myself this question. However, I will shout at the sky: "I can!" " "Yes, I know that this road may be full of difficulties and obstacles, but I am confident and optimistic. I will stick to it and will not be impressed by difficulties. The benevolent is not worried, the wise is not confused, and the brave is not afraid. I will eventually become the embodiment of the benevolent, the wise and the brave. I will go through all kinds of hardships until I open the door. The creaking sound when I open the door will bring me the joy of success and help me embrace the light outside.

Do you need an inscription in the middle of the composition subtitle+subtitle? Will turn yellow because of the passage of time, and will lose letters because of the footsteps of years. Only the memories treasured in my heart will be like wine, and the longer it lasts, the more mellow it will be. Every memory is a precious treasure worth cherishing in my heart, and I will take this treasure with me and walk the long road of life. When we entered the school, we changed from a warm little family to an equally loving big family. People in this big family are classmates and friends in the same boat through thick and thin. On the way to school, everyone helps each other and learns from each other. At this moment, my six-year primary school life has also entered the countdown. Looking at the eight characters on the blackboard in the class, "Thank you for your unforgettable alma mater", the words "unforgettable classmates" suddenly flashed through my mind. Speaking of classmates, I remember one thing vividly. It was a lecture on physical education class. At the end of class, the teacher let us move freely. Everyone dispersed in a hubbub and went to play separately, leaving me alone on the playground. I don't know if I provoked the stone or if it deliberately opposed me and crossed the road in front of me. At that time, I was absent-minded, stepped on it, twisted my foot and fell a veritable "dog gnawing mud." Oh, my god, the scattered crowd just gathered together, Ohmygad! God will kill me! I closed my eyes and waited for ridicule, but the expection didn't come. I just feel that my hands are warm and my classmates help me up. Everyone told me with one voice that I should be careful in the future, pay attention to the ground and don't fall down again. A few enthusiastic female students also helped me carefully clean the wound with water. I don't know where I borrowed a band-aid, so I put it on carefully. My classmates are so concerned about me that my eyes are red. They felt pain and asked me if it hurt. I shook my head and fought back tears that were about to burst out. Although it has been a long time, my classmates' concern for me has been fixed in my mind, and I will spend this unforgettable primary school life with this heavy love. In a blink of an eye, six years have passed quickly, and there are still a few months to leave my alma mater, teachers, the warm group of Class Three, and my classmates who have been with me for six years. Thinking about this, my eyes can't help but get wet. Second, what is the love of classmates? Why do people always forget when they think about it? I've been worried all my life, sharing weal and woe. That's because my classmates are pure and true. Like a jade pot and ice heart, like a silver moonlight, it makes people feel transparent and warm. There is no impurity of fame and fortune, no turbidity current of material desire, only the golden age that * * * walked together. Time flies, it seems that in a blink of an eye, we have changed from naive little guys when we first entered school to big brothers and big sisters in the sixth grade. I miss everything here very much. Six years of primary school life passed in a blink of an eye. Looking back on my six-year study career, I really feel deeply. Some are happy, some are sad, some are disappointed, some are sad, some are unforgettable ... that was in the fifth grade last semester. One afternoon, I was correcting my homework in the classroom when I suddenly met a problem that I couldn't figure out. I've been thinking for two pages, but I haven't figured it out yet. I am scratching my head and thinking; "This problem is so difficult, I can't do it again, and I can't complete the task of correcting mistakes. It's all because I didn't listen carefully in class, alas ... "Suddenly, I rolled my eyes and thought of a good way:" Just don't change,' fish in troubled waters' and run away. No one knows anyway. " I packed my schoolbag, and as soon as one foot crossed the classroom door, I was stopped by Xiaodong who was sweeping the floor. He said to me, "You haven't corrected your mistake. You can't leave until you correct them! " "I blushed and faltered," Yes, I haven't changed. " "Learning is your own business, and you will never be a deserter?" I looked down and whispered, "I know, but I can't do it." "Come on, let's try it together, shall we?" He put his broom aside and came to me. I took out my exercise book. As soon as he saw it, he immediately understood, "Your method is right, but the calculation is wrong. This step calculates 0 and 38, which can be divided by all. "As soon as I heard it, I suddenly realized that I was grateful and said to him," Thank you. " He waved and said, "between classmates, say something to thank you." "This incident has left a deep imprint on my heart, and I can't forget it ... As the saying goes," Sleeping on the pillow for a thousand years, boating for a hundred years ",and now there is another sentence" Five generations study under one roof ". Let's cherish our classmates' feelings when we study and graduate! This is another beautiful, indispensable and memorable feeling besides love, affection, friendship and war friendship in life. ...

Spring is the subtitle of ...

Spring, a sunny season, people sing for him and whisper for him. How many poets and writers have described the beauty and gentleness of spring at all times and in all countries? How many famous painters have painted the vitality of spring, and the * * * of spring shows the charming and simple style of spring. Yes! Every light step in spring awakens the sleeping earth!

Whispering swallows come with spring. These spirits are like messengers of spring, twittering and conveying the information of spring, spring breeze, greetings from spring days, spring rain and caress from spring.

Spring has come to my hometown, binjiang road, England by colorful clouds. Suddenly, spring became a fairy in myth. Flowers are smiling everywhere and grass is covered with green clothes. You see, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and it's spring, and people clap their hands everywhere to praise it. A group of rosy children are pulling kites in various poses, spitting out a string of laughter and laughter during their running. Who can imagine such a beautiful landscape painting!

Peach blossoms in March in spring are as red as fire, as white as snow and as pink as rosy clouds, each with its own merits. This one looks good, and that one looks good. It's really a flower-after-flower gesture, some are shy, like shy girls, and some are countless. They piled up one after another, like the sunrise in the sky, like the smiling faces of children ... especially beautiful. Peach blossoms return to spring with their fiery hearts, and clusters of grass come to the world with the footsteps of spring, holding hands with each other, leaning against their waists, holding their heads high, weaving the green carpet of the earth and contributing their accumulated green for spring. The most graceful thing is the charming willow, whose branches and leaves hang down like a little girl's hair and like a bead. Dancing smartly in the gentle breeze, from a distance, rows of wicker are so slender and soft that a light yellow corridor has been built for binjiang road. Pale yellow with a hint of green, although there is no green in summer or golden in autumn, it represents vitality and the beginning of spring!

I want to see the farthest place, dance with you and talk about my dream. Even if the road is long and the mood is gloomy, I will meet the difficulties. ...

Young me, pursuing the memory of my childhood, once asked myself in my heart what can be called a distant place; When I grow up, I carve two words in my heart with a tender pen tip: dream.

Time is always in such a hurry, just like this: I come gently without taking away a cloud. I am like a tortoise on the road, dawdling and refusing to get off the bus, trying to climb to the dream place, although the road is hard. But as long as you have a dream in your heart, that's enough!

I really understand that the pronoun of distance is really a dream.

Mid-Autumn Festival is near the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, which is a traditional festival in China. In ancient times, Mid-Autumn Festival was also listed as four major festivals along with Spring Festival, Lantern Festival and Dragon Boat Festival. It is deeply loved by people, is a big festival that people attach importance to, and is a festival for family reunion. Mid-Autumn Festival is named because it is in the middle of autumn. It's really fun to chat and enjoy the moon while eating moon cakes on this day! At night, I can't wait to lift the table and run to the balcony. Open the window, and the cool autumn wind blows on your face, like a child's hand touching you. The moon is round and the moonlight is soft, like a wave of autumn water. When eating, everyone is enjoying delicious moon cakes. Suddenly, my father stood up and said, "It's not fun for us to sit like this today. Let's have a poetry competition! " Everyone cheered in unison. I proudly thought: Haha, we just learned the Mid-Autumn Festival a few days ago, and I recited many poems about the moon. This time, the champion belongs to me! Ha ha! Who knows, my mother is also proud, because she remembers more than me. I looked at Lang Lang Yue Ming and blurted out: "Until, raise my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us" and "I hope people can live a long life and thousands of miles will be beautiful." Dad said without thinking. "This poem is very old-fashioned. It's killing me!" Not to be outdone, Dad said, "People are cheerful when they are happy, and the moon is especially bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival." "ah! Don't forget me, a' senior master'! I am a Chinese teacher! " Mother shouted angrily. "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?" Mother said unhurriedly, "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" ""When will the bright moon fly in the mirror and return to the heart to cut the sword? " "When is the bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'm too cold. Haha, I am good! " Mom lost her temper again. "I didn't know the moon when I was a child, so I called it a white jade plate." "The moon is at sea now, and the horizon is at this time." I interjected. The poetry competition continues ... "Ha ha! I want to make sure that the champion is me, I have long thought of it! " Mother said excitedly that the poetry contest ended in our laughter. Mid-Autumn Festival really made me forget. How I hope that the big family of the motherland will reunite at an early date and Taiwan Province Province will return to the embrace of the motherland at an early date! How happy it would be if it really came true!

Composition: Reading Experience With the subtitle of 1000, we are no longer familiar with the tableware on the desk, the sun in the sky, the water in life and our hearts. Books are "calcium, iron, zinc and tin vitamins" in our spirit, which helps our spirit "grow sturdily". It is more precious than gold. Let's savor it slowly and savor it carefully ...

The great literary writer Zweig once said: "Books are the foundation of any kind of knowledge and any subject." Let's study every book carefully and lay a solid foundation for our study.

Books are your hands when you are in trouble, the fountain when you are thirsty, and the engine on the machine. In other words, only he can make our blood flow and promote the breathing of the heart. Only he can let us live in this world. We should "read good books, read good books" and keep Bing Xin's words in mind.

I remember a summer vacation at that time, which made me have an indissoluble bond with the book. It was an unforgettable time.

In the bookstore, I bought a copy of Yang's Complete Science Fairy Tales. In this book, every living thing on the earth is described by small animals. Detective dog, Dr Frog, Boca, Little Baby, Mickey and Baba the ostrich all tell about every animal on the earth in their special identities. Not only these, but also the closely related food chain and the living habits of each animal. It is precisely because we have a lovely mother earth that we have discovered many creatures.

It is because of our life that we should protect our unique, bright and sparkling pearl "Earth". Around us, the reality of destroying Mother Earth can be seen everywhere, littering, spitting, cutting down trees and industrial pollution can be seen everywhere. Whenever these people become active, our mother earth will be severely hit. Some time ago, there was a drought in China, because the water cycle was severely curbed and severely hit, which made it impossible for the earth to rain, and the drought-affected area became larger and larger. Let's make an inner cry, so that the earth will no longer become foul. As long as each of us makes a contribution, the voice of1300 million China people will be remembered and danced together! Let's protect the environment! Let the earth restore its old appearance, but it will also change its old appearance, singing and dancing everywhere, and flowing water gurgling. Students, let's move! Not just you, him and her, but1300 million unyielding people of China! Let's stand up again and make our big family, the earth, clean and free from any defects, and truly become a shining red star in China and even the whole world. Let's take action, don't give in to the bad environment, stand up! When the national flag is raised again and the national anthem rings here again, that is the moment when we witness the glory!

Students, take action, don't be overwhelmed by garbage, let's occupy the highlands again! Students, stand up and cross this obstacle. At this time, history will be welded by us, and historical poems will be written by us. The victorious tomorrow belongs to1300 million indomitable people of China!

There is a subtitle of about 700 words in the composition about friendship. What is friendship? It is a pair of supporting hands in the mud, a cup of sweet water when thirsty, a guiding arrow at the intersection, and a thunder when tired. Friendship is an indispensable part of my life. Rain or shine, it is indestructible in my heart. From babbling naive children to lovely and lively sunshine girls, I am only accompanied by your pure friendship.

I still clearly remember that bleak autumn day, when the gloomy light rain fell on the stone steps and broke my heart into pieces. Falling down again and again makes my confidence gradually lose, but there are still a few days before the dance competition. This kind of dance will only lose face, and even be said to have won the prize. Hesitant, desperate, but still stood up and continued his powerless struggle.

Fear, fear, but that day came. I wore dazzling dance clothes, but I was eclipsed. When I came to the stadium and watched the confident dancers shine on the stage, my heart fell to the bottom and fell into the abyss of despair. It's almost time for my game. I opened my bag and took out my clothes to change. Inadvertently, I dropped a piece of paper I picked it up and found a few lines: Wang Ying, today is your game. Come on, I believe you will win the prize. Although I can't see you glowing on the stage, you are already the most beautiful when I see your diligent figure in the dance studio. Come on!

After reading these lines, tears have overflowed my eyes, leaving me with the fragrance of love. My heart is as warm as being soaked in the hot milk of friendship. With these lines and the warmth of this friendship, I stepped onto the stage, and something called friendship pushed me forward. At present, I don't know if I will win the prize, but I believe I won.

Friendship is like a warm sun that never sets.

Friendship is as holy and flawless as white clouds.

Friendship is like a green leaf, unpretentious.

The friendship between you and me is like a trickle that moistens our hearts, like a raging river that never stops. Thank you for letting me taste the ups and downs on the road of growth and the true meaning of friendship. I believe that the friendship between us will always accompany you and me in the future, and we will continue to compose colorful music in our growing years.

Composition-My childhood was blue (with subheading, about 600 words). Childhood fun: pulling a beard for a puppy. My childhood is colorful. Innocence and sweetness flow in my childhood, which will always make people have unforgettable memories.

I remember when I was five years old, I was playing freely in my room on a sunny Sunday ... Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the hall. I heard a voice and saw my father sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and shaving with a strange thing in his hand. I opened my eyes wide and asked my father inexplicably, "Dad, what is this?" "Oh, you ask this, right? This is a little assistant who shaves my dad! " As soon as the voice fell, my father shaved off his beard with a big smile on his face, which was really enviable. I just stood there, thinking.

The next morning, after I got up, I accidentally found a few beards on my little white dog's mouth, and suddenly my eyes lit up: Hey, a "special weapon" to help the dog. I dance for my cleverness. At first, I looked around and felt safe, so I took action and crept to my father's room. Ha, I found that strange thing with no effort. I jumped and jumped, let alone how happy I was! Came to the yard, I grabbed the little white dog, willy-nilly, three times and two times to shave the little white dog's beard completely. I looked at my "masterpiece" and was very happy. I thought: My parents will give me a good compliment when they come back. ...

As night fell, my mother finally got off work. I had the cheek to tell my mother what happened today with a smile. After my mother heard this, I was really dumbfounded that day. I am really a monk-I am at a loss. My mother told me earnestly, "A dog's beard is of great help to him. You can't just cut it to help." When you grow up, look up the information yourself. "

With the passage of time, this is already a note in my heart that makes me think deeply. Whenever I think of it, I always laugh. This is also a diary full of joy in my heart.

Last Friday, the headmaster organized the whole school to clean the classroom to meet the health inspection of the whole school.

After our class received the broadcast notice, the teacher assigned the whole class the task of cleaning. After the teacher assigned his homework, he also devoted himself to cleaning.

The cleaning work has already started. Look! The students are full of energy. Some sweep the floor, some clean the blackboard, some mop the floor ... I saw the monitor Xiaoming bending over and cleaning every corner of the classroom with a broom.

Net. Sweat oozed from his forehead, and he was too lazy to wipe it. He deserves to be the little leader of our class. Even Li Ming, the "naughty boy" in our class, arranged the scattered tables in a straight line under the influence of the monitor.

My task is to clean the glass. I'll wring a bucket of water, soak the rag in the water, wring it dry, and then clean the glass. I rubbed it repeatedly and hard, but several gangsters on the glass couldn't wipe it off. Oh, that's it

This is some dry soil. No wonder it won't come off. So, I gently poked them off with a small stick, and then I wiped and washed the rag, wiped and wiped. The glass was clear and transparent, and I smiled happily at myself.

The cleaning is over, and the students are very happy to look at the brand-new classroom. Everyone, look at me, I look at you, all turned into "little faces", laughing and unable to stand up. Finally, our class got a "flowing red flag". Then I remembered a famous saying: Only labor can yield.