Whether in study, work or life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise words that you can understand. Language is the transformation into an external language form that is developed, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below are 10 topic essays of 600 words that I have collected for you. They are for reference only. I hope it can help you. Topic Essay 600 Words Part 1
The breath of spring is everywhere. The sun shines down in bits and pieces, falling on the leaves. It is the happiness of leaves and sunshine; the plants are sucking the sweet dew. , that is their happiness. What exactly is our happiness?
The goat's hoof flower blooms quietly. The pink and white flowers are faintly exuding a charming fragrance. The wind blows gently, ah - the petals are flying to the earth one after another. This is so beautiful! The naughty wind still doesn't stop, "Huhu——" Oops! Unfortunately, the naughty wind blew the petals all over the ground, and now the sanitation workers "suffered". The sanitation workers came, and they took brooms to sweep Feng'er's masterpieces into several large piles. The naughty Feng'er was unwilling to give in and started to make trouble again. "Whoosh--" the petals flew again. They were everywhere, and the sanitation workers patiently swept them one by one into several large piles...
Feng'er was no longer naughty, and just fell asleep quietly, with a smile on his face. Showed a happy smile. The sanitation workers wiped their hot sweat and looked at the fruits of their labor. Their efforts, bit by bit, have made our "livable city", "civilized city" and "sanitary city" where everyone can live so comfortably. City". They also had happy smiles on their faces - "It's a little effort, nothing worth mentioning."
My happiness is very simple. After school, I can sit at the table with my parents, eat the delicious meals cooked by my mother, and then sit on the sofa and watch TV together after the meal. Chatting; the house is full of laughter and laughter, for me and my relatives, my parents are busy harvesting happiness; in the quiet night, my mother falls asleep quietly listening to my father's snoring...
Happiness does not require you to pay. Too much, and you don’t need others to give you too much, just a little. You pay for others, and others pay for you; if you smile at the world, the world will also give you something. When you feel it, it is warm and sweet, and people can't help but be happy - it It's called happiness. Topic essay 600 words Part 2
In seventh grade, we are stuck in the gap of time, and our faint figure may have been forgotten by time.
Children’s Day is a gift to children, and Youth Day is a stage for young people. We teenagers have both lost their childhood and have not grown up, an embarrassing state of neither getting up nor getting down.
For now, I feel like "I was in this school last year today". Obviously just a year ago, I was sitting there gesticulating and talking about performances, yearning for the life in the junior high school, but now, I am... It became a living example that they commented on. Last year, today, I was the flag guard, raising the national flag and raising the children's longing for the future; and today, I am the executioner, cutting off the slightest connection with childhood and cutting off the slightest nostalgia for the worry-free era. The feelings in my heart are changing dramatically...
I have never denied everything in the past. I will try my best to tear at the shackles of fate and the throat of time; but I find that the past time has abandoned me, and I After going down, looking up at the afterimage of time, what can I do, what can I change? I always have to chase time after breaking away from time, trying to catch its tail; but what about the future? The merry-go-round called the future carries me forward, never stops, and leaves me no hope.
Looking at the primary school students sitting obediently in front of the building, all I can do is sigh. The last second is the past, whether it is fulfilling or not, and the next second is the future, which is unknown.
Perhaps next year today, the girl who expresses the same emotion will be a girl with a hint of melancholy...
I never hoped that I could change anything or that I would change anything. What I want is comfort and clarity. The future is full of variables, and the only capital I have to fight against fate is the less than one point of blind self-confidence. He moves gently and quietly, pressing me hard and pushing me into the abyss.
I also organized a "Farewell to Children's Day" party for you. The situation was extremely simple. During a certain two seconds between classes, the lights were turned off, and Wang Moumou shouted "Children, Children's Day" Happy, perhaps, when I reach the eighth grade, I will have another "Goodbye June 1st". Every year is just more "farewell" in name, more time, and more history.
< p> I am really helpless about the passing of time. I don’t want this eternal time to stop, and I don’t want it to take a break. I can’t stop it, I can only let it play with me. < /p>What can I do? I just hope that I can grow up, but I can’t cross this gap. Topic essay 600 words 3
The scenery of nature is beautiful. , is wonderful.
Nature is like the unpredictable weather, and you will find novel discoveries wherever you go; nature is like a colorful picture, depicting the beautiful scenery of the motherland; nature is like a magical kaleidoscope, which can bring out the beauty of nature. All in sight. In nature, there are undulating peaks that stretch for thousands of miles, the Yellow River that runs for thousands of miles, and fields full of vitality. Let’s go to see the beautiful Lushan Mountain today!
As soon as I arrived at Lushan Mountain, I was attracted by the beautiful scenery. (.) Milky white clouds and mist surround the top of the mountain, adding a lot of mystery to Mount Lushan. The spectacular steep stone walls of Lushan Mountain are so high and majestic, giving people the feeling of seeing all the mountains at a glance. The winding mountain road looms on the weed-covered path. On one side of the mountain is a bottomless grand canyon, and on the other side is a towering mountain peak, which is frightening. There are also many strange-shaped stones in Lushan Mountain, some of which are placed horizontally, diagonally, or vertically. Some are like galloping and roaring lions, some are like eagles flying high, and some are like lotus thrones. All the stones have different shapes, some are uneven, and some are scattered into bridges. Each stone has its own unique shape and unique characteristics. I really admire the rich imagination of nature, which creates everything in the world with its own characteristics. Nature is really a magical magician. There are different scenery wherever you go
, which makes me very happy. Fascinated.
What impressed me most about Lushan Mountain was the flowing waterfall. We took the cable car to watch the waterfall. The majestic waterfall rushes down from the cliff, stirring up water splashes and splashing in the mountains. I stood among the white clouds and mist, and there was a thunderous roar in my ears, as if an extraordinary symphony was playing. The flying waterfall is like a giant white dragon circling on the top of the mountain, and its momentum is like a hundred thousand people raising their arms and shouting. Looking at the endless waterfall, I can't help but think of the poem of the great poet Li Bai: Flying Liu Straight down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky. The metaphor is so apt, it makes me feel a lot.
I love the beautiful scenery of Mount Lu, and I also love the unpredictable nature! Topic Essay 600 words Part 4
On a busy holiday afternoon, I was lazily turning the TV remote control around and the TV was emitting flashes of dazzling light. After I accidentally saw the broadcast of a certain news station, It has changed the long-held idea that "people don't know the blessings in the blessings".
What came into view was a skinny, hungry little boy. He was short in stature and had a fearful face. He was speechless as he looked at the reporters and others who came to interview him. Behind him, in a space of three square meters, there are piles of cardboard boxes and plastic bottles waiting to be sent for recycling. The little boy's grandparents, sick mother and young twin sisters have to be squeezed into the messy space. The boy's father died young in an accident and left no property. The boy's mother also needed huge medical expenses for treatment. Plus the money for his sister's milk powder, diapers, etc., the boy could only support the whole family. Carry it. The heavy burden on his shoulders requires him to be more mature than children of the same age. He can only get up early every day to complete trivial household chores such as cleaning and laundry. After school, he must also go to the market to buy vegetables with a vegetable basket, and never forget to bargain with the boss; after returning home, You still have to cook, take care of the whole family, and finally take the collected cardboard boxes to the recycling yard with your grandmother. The money you earn every month plus subsidies is less than a few thousand yuan... Every scene of this scene makes people feel distressed and have a sour nose. In order to prevent tears from pouring down like water, I raised my head and closed my eyes, quietly reflecting...
There is such a huge gap between the rich and the poor in the world, and there are so many children who do not have a meal. The lives of the innocent people are worse than death due to wars and diseases. Why don’t we, who have plenty of food and clothing, cherish what we have? Why not share your love and the resources around you? Greed blinds us; arrogance prevents us from helping the poor! In the declining world, there are very few people who will desperately lift up a fallen stranger, but it is with the existence of such kind people that the world will not become indifferent. And isn’t the phrase “helping others the foundation of happiness” something we often talk about? Mere words and no actions will change anything. Helping others will bring you unexpected happiness, enrich your life, and give you an even greater sense of accomplishment! Start now! Be a volunteer, donate some money, change your attitude towards life, start from the smallest place, cherish the people and things around you, help those in need... these are all what I can do now!
Without saying much, I immediately stood up and started to implement my plan of "doing more good deeds every day". Topic Essay 600 words Part 5
Walking on the busy street, a few young people dressed in strange ways caught my attention. On this street, they looked so ugly and arrogant. One of them is rare, with long hair shawl, and the golden hair can't help but remind me of an animal - the "golden monkey". There was also a woman whose hair was dyed like an art teacher’s palette, her eyes were painted like a panda, and she was as pale as a dead person, her cheeks were rounded, and her lips were as red as if she had eaten pig blood. Not only did she make I think of "zombies" on TV.
The other woman's bizarre attire is really hard to accept - she is wearing an extra large and thick bear hair vest with a mid-sleeve shirt underneath, and a miniskirt with a pair of furry "high-tops" Felt boots", I really don't know whether she wants to spend the winter or the summer. It really complies with the saying that people often say "just style, not temperature."
But are they doing this in a manner that shows grace and beauty? This got me thinking.
Everyone has a love for beauty, even if he doesn’t admit it. What is beauty? Isn’t it beautiful to have colorful hair and colorful body? Is it true that someone who dresses like a bear in the summer and wears a single coat in the winter is a person of grace? Could it be said that a person who wears make-up to look like a "demon" is a person of temperament? No, it's not. Real beauty is not artificially modified, but refreshing, natural and unpretentious. Does beauty come from makeup? Listen to what Lin Qingxuan said: "There are three ways to apply makeup. Third-rate makeup is makeup on the face; second-rate makeup is to change the body. A person needs to get enough sleep and pay attention to exercise and shadow, so that she can improve her skin and be energetic. It is much more effective than makeup; first-class makeup is to change your temperament, read more, think more, be optimistic about life, have confidence in life, care for others, love yourself and have dignity, first-class makeup is the makeup of life. ”
< p>Many people see beauty in appearance, but true beauty is actually the beauty within. Topic composition of 600 words, Part 6Watching the world go by, the flowers blooming and falling, the vast world, the vicissitudes of life, I finally picked up my immature pen and wrote a hymn of life.
--Inscription
Nature is a mystery, and there are subtle connections between everything. They may be heroic, poignant, or wonderful.
Spider·Love
There is a kind of poisonous spider. When they are still eggs, they lie quietly in the cradle woven by their mother. Listening to the rustle of the wind and the roar of thunder, there is no fear. When they grow into spiderlings, the mother spider uses herself as their food, allowing the spiderlings to inject toxins into her body and then eat them. To train them in life skills, but they ruined their lives in the hands of their children. They have no complaints and this habit has been passed down from generation to generation without exception.
Fallen leaves·Beauty
"Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Autumn comes quietly, and you can only feel it when you see the leaves turning yellow and falling. , suddenly felt melancholy. The wind blew, and a chill rose from the bottom of my heart. The withered yellow leaves flipped in the wind and then fell to the ground. With another gust of wind, the leaves on the ground flew into the air again: spinning and falling. Over and over again, until after a burst of autumn rain, they can no longer fly and stick to the ground: rotting and becoming fat.
Autumn Rain·Sorrow
The rain outside the window beats on the glass endlessly. Simply open the window and let the raindrops sing to their heart's content. The raindrops hitting the weak grass on the windowsill is like hitting my heart. I stared blankly at this thin grass, and a teardrop inadvertently crawled out of my eyes. It fell and hit my heart, causing ripples. The heartstrings seemed to be plucked, the sound was weak and fleeting. But I heard it, heard it clearly. I looked into the distance, the rain was still falling, and in the distance were the mountains shrouded in mist. I thought: Could this rain be the tears falling from the sky? I stretched out my hand to catch this thread of love.
There are many wonders in the world. I am not a sentimental person, but I was attracted by this delicate scenery. Topic essay of 600 words, Part 7
Early summer is approaching, and the slight heat is coming. I lean back lazily on the rocking chair and look at the ray of sunshine shining on the photo through the window.
As I got closer, I saw two slightly yellowed photos. Looking at them quietly, time stopped at that moment.
Looking at the graduation photos, I feel like I’ve knocked over a five-flavor bottle and have mixed feelings.
This is an incomplete and imperfect graduation photo, because in the six years of elementary school, I only got along with them for one year. In the other five years, there are no photos to preserve memories, only half of my friends. , and the other half of the close friends are no longer familiar with each other, so they will naturally feel nostalgic. Bit by bit, the beautiful time of playing together, accompanying each other, and learning together, the most innocent and energetic period, we call it childhood, just like the sunrise, surrounded by a light rose-colored morning glow.
Now I have a new partner. I haven’t fully enjoyed the charm of youth here, and we have to say goodbye again. It's just that she left a little too suddenly.
There was one of her in the "family portrait" in junior high school.
The deskmates who have known each other for two years know each other more or less. She is kind, has both good character and academic skills, and is willing to help others. At this moment, all her good things came overwhelmingly, like sunshine shining through her mood. But she didn't accompany us through thick and thin to prepare for the high school entrance examination, just because she left so suddenly. Your smile in the photo is still so bright, and it will not fade with the fading of the photo, just like the light will not dim with the passage of time.
Every memory has a password. As long as the time, place, and characters are combined correctly, no matter how long it has been forgotten, that person or scene will be picked up again in forgetfulness, as warm as the sun.
Mood, photos and sunlight are mixed together, like a very soft thing, often fluctuating violently due to the wind, snow, moon, and weather in nature or the weather in the world, shaking and floating like spider silk, with nothing to rely on. Where can we use a word like forging that is full of metallic sounds?
That memory that belongs to us already lives in our hearts, and we will always remember the rainy season when we were together.
The sunshine of that year seemed to reappear before my eyes, and the laughter seemed to linger in my ears.
The sunshine filters the sadness and warmth and dyes my summer green. Topic essay of 600 words, Part 8
Being busy is also enjoyment
"I am very busy", these three concise but powerful words have quietly overshadowed all the buzzwords. Being busy is getting boring. But one day, I discovered that being busy is also a kind of enjoyment. Shoelaces - Caring in the Busy
There are two minutes left, the school bell is about to ring, and a thick stack of homework books is still "safe as a mountain" on the podium. I held a pile in my left hand and raised a book in my right hand. My eyes hurriedly scanned the classroom, looking for the owner of the homework. There was a layer of fine beads of sweat on my forehead. The more anxious I am, the slower I move, walking through the aisles between groups. Inadvertently, I hit an "obstacle". It was obvious that he had bumped into me, but he was so impatient that he was about to have a seizure. However, classmate K took the homework from my hand, pointed at my shoes and said, "I'm sorry, um, your shoelaces are loose." Come on, tie it up, don’t step on it.” After saying that, he started working for me. Everyone in junior high school is busy running in and out, but there are still about fifty other people in their hearts.
Working - having fun even while busy
Getting out of the desk full of review books and working is also a necessary busy thing in the third grade of junior high school. Move tables, move stools, wash rags, take out the trash. In the sultry weather, everyone was working in full swing. I lay on the window sill and relentlessly attacked a stain on the window glass. "Yeah!" The classmate next to me shouted in a hoarse voice. I raised my head and glared at him: "What are you doing?" He pointed at the newspaper I was cleaning the glass with aggrievedly. I looked down and saw: Sarkozy visited Britain. "Huh?" "How can you use someone else's face to clean the glass? You are a boss after all." "Plop!" I laughed and bent over.
“Look at the glass I wiped, how clean it is!” Student B held up the rag, as proud as Foolish Old Man who had moved a mountain. I glanced at it, oh, it's really clean, there's not a trace of stain on it. He saw my admiring yet dissatisfied look, and yelled for me to touch it. I reluctantly stretched out my hand - there was no glass... "Haha, it's so easy to lie!" "If you laugh again, laugh again!" "If you don't laugh, if you don't laugh, I will lie to you next time..."
Is it true that only being idle, sleeping in, flipping through magazines, and eating and drinking can be enjoyable? Are you sure that the days in the third grade of junior high school are too busy and boring? I remembered what the head teacher wrote to me: happiness in busyness is the real happiness. I want to proudly say: I am very busy! Look at the string of relics, reflecting the dazzling light, which is all the sweat of youth. Topic essay of 600 words, Part 9
Do you remember that little girl? She was only two years old, and she could make her parents smile from ear to ear if she could say "Dad" and "Mom".
Remember that girl? She was 13 years old and would be scolded whenever she made a mistake. They always say "you have grown up", but she hates growing up, that means losing a lot, not being able to hear anymore, she is still a child.
But during another quarrel, she understood that it was time for her to grow up.
"You don't know me at all. I'm still not your biological child!" I roared, "I was picked up by you from the trash." When I finished saying this, my face turned red. Red, eyes glaring. "I'm going to run away from home and make them regret it." This evil idea suddenly popped into my mind, which was so angry that I couldn't think. Yes, I want to run away from home. The moment I turned around, I saw tears flashing in my mother's eyes. I hurriedly ran away, fearing that I would see tears falling in the next moment.
I was walking on the street, and the street lights stretched my shadow very long, as if I had grown up in a prosperous city. When I was a child, I had fun in the woods and fields. When I was a child, I enjoyed the coolness at night, with fireflies flying everywhere, insects singing in the grass, the leaves rustling in the wind, the crescent moon glowing with light gold, and the dark clouds covered with black gauze...
Now I really want to go back, but I am growing further and further away and cannot look back.
"Daughter, come back quickly." I heard my parents calling, and I didn't know what to do. Escape? Or go back? In the end, the cold and hunger made me embarrassed? I chose to go back.
After returning home, my mother looked at me, with more and more tears in her eyes, and finally fell like broken pearls, flowing down her cheeks that were beginning to age, and the tears hit me bit by bit. In my heart, a few white hairs quietly blended into the long black hair that my mother had always been proud of.
They asked me to go to bed early and then left. I got up from the bed again and heard a voice coming from my parents' room: "Hey, be gentle, it hurts." "You deserve it if you accidentally fall!" "My daughter is gone, can I not be anxious? You are not in a hurry and can't stop crying..."
At that moment, I felt that I had grown up. , growing up means losing a lot, but also gaining a lot. I am no longer afraid of growing up.
I have grown up, they are old... Topic essay 600 words, Part 10
In 5009, the gray sky enveloped the earth.
There is not a single cloud in the sky, only a crimson star - the old sun, scorching the earth wantonly. There are a few houses on the ground scattered in all directions. There was not even a blade of grass in the quicksand soil. A breeze can turn the sand over.
On the street, several people with green skin and green hair sat quietly on the beach, looking at the sun dreamily, as if they wanted to get something from there.
In front of the hospital, people of all colors stood quietly waiting in a long line, and the long line slowly wriggled toward the hospital, like a dying insect.
In the hospital, a green nurse held a syringe filled with green liquid and was injecting a child. A minute later, a green epidermal cell appeared on the child's skin, spreading from the toes. After a while, the child turned into a green person.
A childish voice came from a room: "Mom, I'm hungry!" A little girl walked out of the room. "Oh." The mother came over after hearing the sound, took the girl's hand, walked to an open space outside the door, and lay down on the ground. The green pigment on your body automatically converts sunlight into energy. "Are you full?" Mom asked softly. "I'm full." The girl nodded obediently.
Because people cut down trees uncontrollably, resulting in soil erosion, desertification, and the extinction of animals and plants. Now, there is no food on the earth. People can only use sunlight instead of food and survive by injecting green pigment.
The mother took out a photo folder from her pocket, and the little girl leaned over curiously, "Who is it? It's so ugly! Black hair, yellow skin!" "This is your grandpa." "What about this one? So Tall, the hair is so long and dense? ""This is a tree" "What is a tree?" "Oh...child, you will never see a tree in your life."
Another person. I walked out of the hospital with a green tear in my eye.