It was a Sunday morning, and I made an appointment with my good friend Wu Yifei to wait at the school gate and go to a calligraphy class together. At half past eight, I arrived at the school gate on time, waiting for Yifei.
Today is particularly unusual. Yifei is always punctual. But the class is only five minutes away, and she hasn't come yet. I looked at my watch and paced back and forth anxiously. Will Yifei forget? I patted my forehead and angrily walked to the calligraphy class.
The class has already started. Teacher Li told me to return to my seat and asked me curiously, "Didn't Yifei come with you?" I looked at Yifei's empty seat and couldn't help worrying: Yifei won't blame me, will she? She won't wait for me, will she? I started writing casually.
At this time, there was a hurried footsteps downstairs, Yifei! I don't care. I rushed downstairs. Yifei is sweating profusely. When she saw me, she was relieved: "I've been looking for you for a long time, so there you are!" " I shook my shoulder angrily and said to Yifei, "It's all your fault. I'm late." Yifei hid to one side and cried with injustice.
Looking at the sad Yifei, "Auld Lang Syne" suddenly sounded in my ear. At this moment, my heart is as motionless as a key. This is a special key. I walked up to Yifei and said to Yifei, "Don't cry, I was wrong. We are still good friends. " Yifei dried her tears, smiled and clapped her hands with me. We shouted: "Friendship lasts forever!" "This voice is shocking, this voice is earth-shattering, and this voice makes friendship last forever!
Yes, friendship is a key, its power is infinite, it will open your heart when you can't find it, and friendship will last forever!
The lost key revealed a 500-word composition.
When you found out how important honesty is, you found the lost key. ...
It's a sunny morning. I got up early and started playing with the key on the door when my mother was not at home. Unconsciously, the key, like wings, disappeared without a trace and could never be found again. I thought to myself, it's over. What should I do now? In order to cover up my mistake, I decided to pretend and quickly forced my way in with the key of another door. At this time, I only hope to muddle through, and I have never thought about the problem of unlocking with a key.
The next day, my mother found the door key missing. After careful observation, my mother found that my door could not be opened. After all, paper can't hold fire. My mother called to ask why, but I lied without blushing: "I don't know!" " "But nothing can escape the mother's" critical eye ",and the lies are ruthlessly exposed. My mother saw that I had no remorse at all, so she swept over me and scolded me. In a rage, she hit me and said I did something bad on purpose. I hid in the corner and cried. Mother snapped at him, "You must find the key today! "
So I started looking for the lost key with tears in my eyes, but I searched every corner of the house and found nothing. Just when I was depressed, suddenly, there seemed to be something shining in the corner-a lost key. I jumped up excitedly and ran to my mother with the key in my hand. My mother told me earnestly, "Son, one is not afraid of making mistakes. What he is afraid of is not only not repenting, but also lying and even covering up his mistakes. "
Suddenly, I understood that the lost key has always been my precious integrity! When you find the lost "key" in your heart, you will find that being an honest and trustworthy person will make everyone happy!
The key is here and the lock is over there. Write 500 words.
That key is still there.
This was given to me by my English teacher when I was in the second grade. I always put it with my house key and carry it with me every day-in fact, I didn't use it a year ago, because I changed my classroom in the third grade, and I got another small key. Unfortunately, it was taken back a few days before graduation. And the little key that accompanied me for two years, perhaps because the keyhole was changed, seems to have been forgotten by me.
It's been more than a month since graduation, but three years of friendship is always inseparable.
Every time I open the door, I will see the little key that has been useless for a long time-remembering the scene of us together in junior high school-but it is gone.
All good things must come to an end-the last day before the middle school entrance examination, we all cried very sadly. On graduation day, we went out to the party happily again-that was the last time, I saw their faces.
Although everyone is interested in chatting in the group every day, I always feel that there is something between us, which seems far away.
Now, things have changed-only the little key, the little key that accidentally ran aground here, is still there.
However, I have the key, and where is the lock?
Was it hung in front of the classroom two years ago? Or somewhere in the safe house?
Wherever it is now, I can't find it. This little key is all I have left. what can I do?
I don't want to use it to recall the past-I know I won't come back even if I cry again.
Since the key is lost, so be it. This lock doesn't seem to open either. It is better to let them live far apart, let that little key block my memory and bury it.
If people walk backwards, they will always hit a wall.
Memories are so beautiful, but they kill youth. This little key is my memory, but unfortunately fate lost the lock and had to block it alone.
This memory, let it be. Don't let it open-I'm afraid my thoughts will fall out.
The golden key to the door of knowledge is 500 words.
Hu, Class 505, Cixi Sunshine Experimental School
Books are the soul and nourishment of human beings. For me, books are the golden key to open the door of knowledge, and reading is to open the door of knowledge, which can benefit me endlessly. So, I like reading. In my mind, there are countless colorful pictures in every book. But once I fell in love with a book, I went back to the point where I forgot to eat and sleep.
In recent days, I have been fascinated by Anne of Green Gables. After school, I took out this book and read it with relish. After a while. Mother has cooked the food. Ask me to go downstairs for dinner. But I have seen the best part, and I said, "I will go down to eat after reading this chapter." Having said that, I still read a few chapters unconsciously. Mom waited downstairs for a long time and started calling again. But I've been reading too much, and I don't seem to hear it and ignore my mother. My mother didn't hear my answer downstairs, so I had to ask my father to call me upstairs. "click! Ta！ Hey! " Light footsteps sounded, and soon my father went upstairs. Look, I'm still reading. My face suddenly pulled down and my eyes looked at me angrily. After a while, my father saw that I didn't respond and said, "Stop reading, go down to eat and wait for you alone." This time, I can't get rid of it anyway. So, with a book in hand, I went downstairs to eat with my father in a daze. "Xiao Dan, stop reading and eat!" Cried the mother. At this moment, I am reading with relish! My mother's words interrupted my leisure. Looking at my mother's angry expression, I reluctantly put down my book and began to eat. Although I ate cold rice and cold dishes today, I have already filled my stomach with books.
Book-the golden key to open the door of knowledge, let me hold you in my hand forever.
My "Golden Key" composition is 500 words.
It is a golden key to help you open the door of wisdom. It is a beautiful boat, carrying you in the ocean of knowledge. It is a wise judge who takes you to the starting point of happiness ... Guess who? Yes, it's my good friend-book.
Sun Jing, a famous politician in Han Dynasty, loved reading when he was young. He often closes the door and reads alone. He often swims in the sea of books all day from morning till night. Sometimes he gets tired of reading and falls asleep. He is worried that his study will be affected. He came up with a good idea. The ancient people had long hair, so he found a rope. One end of the rope is tied with hair, and the other end is tied to the beam. In this way, as soon as he lowers his head, his scalp hurts, his scalp hurts, he wakes up and continues to study.
I am also a person who loves reading. My small bookshelf is full of books, like a child on a spring outing. If there were no piles of books on the bookshelf, how could I be this lively and cheerful person today?
I remember that in the first grade, the teacher asked us to practice short sentence composition, but by the next semester of the first grade, many students could get full marks for every composition they wrote, and some would read it to you as model essays, but I didn't do it once. Since then, I have repeatedly thought about why my composition is not good. Finally, one day, I saw every student holding an extracurricular book and reading it hungrily. Since then, my composition has advanced by leaps and bounds. Many times, my composition is read as a model essay for everyone.
I think I have found the golden key, so the door to success will definitely open for me.
Key+Neighbor = 450 words of friendship composition
An ordinary key made me accidentally break into her world and walk into her life. Because, I am a girl who always forgets her keys.
One afternoon in the dead of winter, after school, I ran all the way to the door. When I finished the last step of looking for the key with a graceful movement,
I also confirmed that I didn't bring my key, so I had to wait at the door. Although I am used to it, I am more or less uncomfortable. Soon, I
Hummed a little song at the door, euphemistically called "taking pains", and gradually it was getting dark, and a cold wind came on my face. After a while, it seems that I still have to knock on my neighbor's door. The door opened and a smiling sister appeared in front of me. Suddenly, I felt a spring breeze blowing. Although it is late winter, it still brings me a little warmth. An ordinary winter, an ordinary night, two ordinary people met in this ordinary way. The moon is still so bright, but my heart is different. In the days to come, we talked about everything, from astronomy to geography; From ideal hope; From the past to the future; We talk about everything, everything. From strangers to bosom friends.
From then on, I don't have to worry about bringing my keys anymore, because I know my neighbors, have friendship and know a sister like Chunfeng.
We walked hand in hand through mountains and rivers; We stand shoulder to shoulder, not flinching in the face of difficulties, not proud in the face of success; We are proud and we are happy; We encourage each other when we fail, and praise each other when we succeed. In the days of knowing each other, we set foot on each other's roads and left deep footprints.
Always naive to think that we will continue. But on the day my sister moved, we walked the last footprint on the road of friendship and branded deep blessings in each other's hearts.
Write 500 words with a string of keys.
I am used to wearing the key of my house with a colored thread and hanging it on my chest.
When I walk, it will swing from side to side regularly and make a pleasant sound; When I run, it will spin wildly and make an impassioned sound; When I sat down to do my homework, it hung motionless around my neck, as if knowing that I was studying and could not disturb me.
I never take my key when I go out now, because once I leave, I will feel unsafe. I can't forget the experience of standing in front of my house for two hours because I forgot my key in grade three.
In my mind, a child with a key must be an independent and responsible child, just like me.
Every morning before going out, my mother will personally hang the key around my neck. Whenever this happens, I will smile at my mother. Because, I think what she did was a kind of trust in me.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? For me, a few small keys are so heavy because my parents trust me and I promise my parents.
Heavy keys, heavy trust, heavy commitment, heavy home. Although they hang on my chest, they are actually in my mind.
For me, a few small keys are also a great responsibility. What they mean is that I am also a member of this family, and I also have the responsibility to help my parents shoulder the burden of the family. I think this is what people call family responsibility! I remembered a lyric: "Pigeons fly high and high, and they have to fly home;" The kite string is very long, connecting me and my home ... "Now, I want to put it another way:" Pigeons fly very high and fly home; The key line is very long, connecting me and my home ... "
Heavy trust, heavy responsibility and heavy home are all on a string of heavy keys.
The key is that the composition is missing 500 words.
After school today, I want to run home like a bird. I want to finish my homework before my mother comes home and give her a surprise.
As a result, I reached my door and felt in my pocket. I couldn't find the key, so I searched my schoolbag. Still haven't found the key. I wouldn't have lost it. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. In a rage, I decided to look for it on my way home and see if I could find it.
I happened to meet a classmate who has a good relationship with me when I went downstairs. As usual, he patted me on the shoulder. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me that he had stolen my key. At this time, my anger rushed out of my throat; "Did you take my key, give it back to me quickly, and hit me?"
We talked to each other, and I quarreled in the corridor, but I thought, "If he doesn't take it, I have to find it!" " You can't waste time here So I frowned at him and said angrily, "I have to find the key, and I don't have time to argue with you here." Say that finish and left.
Looking around on the road, I was sweaty and tired of staring, but I couldn't see the key. So, I went home and waited for my mother.
My mother finally came back, so I can go home and do my homework. Unexpectedly, after knowing that I lost my key, my mother pushed me out of the house and said angrily, "Don't go home until you find the key."
I trudged, looking for the key again. This time, I looked more carefully. Even the passing grass was searched with a wooden stick, but where did my key go? Still missing.
As night falls, I dare not enter the house, so I can only sit at the door and wipe my tears. I don't know how long it took, but the door creaked open. My mother dragged me home. Also talk about the inconvenience caused by losing the key. This made me understand my mother's good intentions. From this incident, I learned to take good care of my belongings and never leave them behind again.