In ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with composition. Writing composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our mind, and think about our future direction. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. Below are 8 essays of 600 words that I have collected for everyone. They are for reference only. I hope they can help you. Prose composition of 600 words, Part 1
There is always a song that you never tire of listening to.
There will always be a time when you are reluctant to collect it.
There are always some people who we never talk about or mention, but miss all the time...
The past, for me, for you, for him, is so unforgettable that I cannot dig it out for a long time. .
Those pure moments embedded deep in my memory will always knock gently on the door of my heart every quiet night. My thoughts began to dance wildly with the increasingly clear moonlight. I held the photo album tightly. In the photo, the bright and beautiful smile became more and more dazzling. I locked my eyes tightly and the memory slowly opened...
That It was a glorious time like a song and a picture. It was a group of proud children who called themselves the "Qingshan Family". They are confident, they are crazy, they are optimistic, they are extremely playful but stick to their dreams, they seem to be flamboyant but can do things in a low-key manner... This is a group of people who have grown up with me. Never give up in the face of all suffering.
The scenery along the way carries our happiness and sadness. The unknown flowers beside the bridge in the park once accompanied us for a walk in the moonlight; the plants and trees in the canal recorded our every moment; the large grassland on the campus harvested most of our time; the dim light witnessed our hard work of burning the midnight oil. The effort of reading... For the sake of dreams, we all spread towards unknown places without hesitation. Those unbridled joys were reluctantly sealed in our minds when the graduation bell rang, so that in the days to come, I didn't dare to open them easily, for fear of seeing the joy of the past, I couldn't help but burst into tears. ...
No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are no match for the passage of time.
I have to say that time is really a cruel thing. It makes you familiar with and love a place, and then ruthlessly takes you away to accept another strange place.
If possible, I would like to ask for time. Can I stay at that time and place for a little longer... Let me have a little more time to collect that beauty...
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I miss, and I can’t go back to the past... Prose composition 600 words part 2
My childhood days were simple but innocent, poor but satisfying, full of joy, I can never look forward to my happiness. childhood life. In childhood, you can lose your temper when you have troubles, and you can dance when you are happy. Childhood is always so simple. Childhood experiences can affect a person's life! Childhood is beautiful, childhood is interesting, childhood is unforgettable, the colors of childhood are colorful, childhood things always remain in my mind, just like the cracks carved by a knife on a stone, they cannot be erased. Happy childhood is like a rainbow after the rain, colorful and gorgeous, and many interesting things I have done are like bright little stars twinkling in the sky of childhood. Occasionally, I or others will laugh when I mention it. Now let me tell you a very interesting thing that happened when I was in primary school. Teacher Yin taught us all seriously again. She saw Tu Xinghao who was playing and said, "Tu Xinghao, what are the qualities of a mountain picker?" He thought for a while and said, "Two small benches." Everyone laughed non-stop on the spot. Haha, these interesting stories have always been kept in my mind and will never be discarded.
The wings of night climb to the sleepless window. Behind the flower season, the loss of childhood is an irresistible pain. Space for thoughts becomes elusive. In my world, there are no more cartoons, no more hide-and-seek, no more ugly ducklings, no more happiness, no more pain, and it seems to have suddenly grown a lot bigger. In the past, I always wanted to grow up quickly, but now I am still quite the childish and cute me before. The delicious milk, I want to drink it, but everyone laughs at me; the fun toy, I want to play with it, but everyone laughs at me; the fun trampoline, I want to play with it, and everyone laughs at me. But I wanted to say loudly: "Why can't I drink? Why can't I play? It's not like these are for children. Besides, we are not adults yet." But I couldn't do anything but make myself the laughing stock of everyone.
Farewell, my lovely childhood. Although I have to say goodbye to you, I will never forget you, my true friend. After leaving you, I will get to know a new friend, his name is "Youth", and he will, like you, add another brilliant touch to my growth journey! Prose composition of 600 words, Part 3
I once read a prose book called "Qi Jun Prose". I think its beauty lies not only in the elegance of emotions, but also in the author's profound knowledge of language and writing revealed between the lines.
I rarely read modern literary works. The ones they wrote are too far away from us and fail to meet my desires. It was only when we first started working on this research project that I realized the beauty contained in Qi Jun's prose.
I was deeply moved by the nostalgia for my hometown and childhood life and the innate love for my mother revealed in her works, so I treated her and her works as a fellow countryman. Feeling in love.
During the research process, we interviewed many fellow villagers and asked many questions about Qijun’s past. From this, I found that once people's emotions are put to a very real level, they will have memories that cannot be forgotten. Is it Qijun who is looking for the dream of his hometown, or is it the dream of his hometown that is haunting Qijun, with constant cuts and chaos. What I admire is that Qi Jun can still remember her childhood, her hometown, her relatives and friends.
When our group went to a certain middle school for a questionnaire survey, they were turned away at first, but later they still filled out the questionnaire very seriously. Everywhere we go, our team will bring pens and write down any problems we encounter. Although the journey was very hard and busy, in order to better complete the research on this topic, in order to better experience the local customs and the beauty of human nature in Qi Jun's prose, it should be worth it. It's not as ethereal as Zheng Ni, nor does it symbolize disillusionment, but it gives me a down-to-earth, eternal feeling of beauty and beautiful memories.
I experienced the four flavorings of life, namely sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, one by one in the process of studying Qi Jun’s prose. Although these four flavorings are very ordinary, I tasted the extraordinary side of the ordinary, a little sweet in the sour, and a little spicy in the bitter.
In today’s materialistic society, we feel that money is confusing everyone’s eyes. People fly freely in the world of money, but gradually lose their humanity. Friends, let us see the world through another lens, let us see the world through Qi Jun’s eyes! Believe that we will see a world completely different from reality? A world of truth, goodness and beauty! Prose composition of 600 words, Part 4
Since the beginning of spring, it has not rained, which is really puzzling. This evening, there were patches of dark clouds floating in the sky, bursts of thunder, a gray sky mixed with a hint of coolness, and the wind and rain were coming.
The flowers on the balcony were stained gray and yellow by dust and looked pale. I look forward to a baptism to wash away the dust from my body. However, the rain refused to come. Therefore, I miss the sound of thunderstorms and rain in my hometown. The sound of rain that comes at any time is like gongs and drums on a stage, from small to large, from far to near, waking up the whole earth. It seems like spring buds sprouting out of the earth... The mood of looking forward to rain is like hesitating raindrops in the gloomy sky, unable to fall for a long time.
At this time, a group of white pigeons raised in the park seemed a little impatient. When it fell to the surface of the lake, it really didn't want to fly up all of a sudden, as if it was tired of this ruthless and dry sky. However, in the fish pond in the urban village, there were a few swans. They spread their wings and flapped continuously in the bottomed water, while raising their long red beaks and shouting feebly. I don't know if I am complaining about God's ruthlessness, or if I am planning to scream at God. However, facing this world where people are tired and horses are screaming, Swan seems helpless. They lowered their heads and came ashore one after another. They dragged their heavy steps to the bottom of the tree and stopped. They slowly combed their white feathers with their beaks, swayed their bodies or flapped their wings, hiding their long red beaks under the trees. In the wings, he closed his small eyes quietly, as if he no longer wanted to see this ruthless world.
Accompanied by deafening thunder, I looked up at the flying dusty leaves on the balcony. Suddenly, an eagle flew from a distance, as if it was carrying Roaring, with a pair of strong wings spread, it soared straight up, as if to accuse the heavy God. Then, I heard its powerful "Woo-Woo" sound, like a huge call, flying towards the long, dark and gloomy sky against the gusts of wind.
Ah ! At this moment, the dusty leaves are still flying around. The rain still hasn’t fallen... Prose composition of 600 words, Part 5
Embroidering the future
The future is such a confusing word. For those of us who are in the squandering age period, we rarely imagine those future times, but now our thoughts are flying far away, returning to Huangliang.
Hold a cup of tea and look at the moonlight. In this way, you can more clearly imagine your future life. The future is very confusing, just like this dark night, where we can't figure it out clearly. We can't see our fingers, but we can vaguely discern the outline. I have never come to terms with myself. What I thought I was good at has become a joke in the eyes of others. What I thought no one paid attention to has now become rare. Life is full of incredible things. In fact, I always close myself off and don’t think about it. Forget it, sometimes a planned life is often tiring, so it’s better to let go and relax, then surprises will appear.
The passion originating from the depths of the body is the desire of the spirit, whether it is rich clothes, bells, drums, food, power, money and love. Of course, I admit that I also dream of these, but this is not the case with real saints. They are often far away from here. If Tao Yuanming did not live in the countryside, would he be so amazing? I'm afraid I was exhausted physically and mentally by the government. Maybe you can live happily more peacefully. I have thought about many questions, including, what do people do in life? It's a boring topic, but it's a very philosophical question.
Some people muddle along, some see through the world of mortals, and some learn a skill diligently. Of course, one never succeeds in his life, one escapes into Buddhism, and the other succeeds for a while. But I want to be diligent in my interests and keep improving, because the meaning of living is to be ordinary and die like a walking zombie. Either be brilliant for a while and plan for your children. Of course, this is a bit dirty. If you ask which one is better, I think different people have different opinions.
In the future, experts say: Who is in charge of the ups and downs of great rivers and mountains? The liar says: Let it go and let him go. The idiot said: Hold your hand and spend time together. Proud people say: Go straight to the goal without any obstruction. Me: You have to drink tea in your leisure time and don’t forget to work hard.
Friend, have you ever thought about your future? Or tossing and turning in the middle of the night, listening to the voiceless sound of mourning, and dreaming sadly. Everything is only in your heart. Prose composition of 600 words, Part 6
Life is like an hourglass through which a cup can only flow down but cannot be turned upside down. It slowly passes through a narrow channel and never returns. What is left to us is only a full cup. The glass ball of air and the sound of life lost.
Life is a painting created with all your heart and soul, but there is no eraser to wipe it with. Every step you take must be cautious and careful, but no one can always draw a flawless work.
Life is a difficult journey, and you never know what you will encounter in the next second. Some people, wandering in ignorance and confusion, have lost their way forward.
Life will not give us a chance to do it over again, nor will there be any mercy or compassion, but will allow us to fall into trouble again and again and make the same mistakes again.
Some people would rather live a rehabilitated life without a way forward, a purpose in life, or a reason for existence. Like floating, always living at the lowest level of the world.
Some people have great dreams and excellent abilities, but they shrink back and are intimidated, afraid, and give up by the door that seems to never be pushed open. They will never reach the peak of life and feel the value of life. They will be busy all their lives but do nothing.
There is also a group of people who, regardless of the objections of others, carry their beating hearts with them, fight bravely, and never forget their original aspirations. No matter the front is annihilated by smoke, they will always remember the direction of their hearts and move towards Walk towards the distance of your dreams.
Life requires courage. In the vast sea of ????people, we can be forgotten by the world at any time, which has no meaning of existence. We don’t just have empty hands, we don’t just have thin bodies, we have full of blood, and we have the heart to dare to fight.
After hearing this sentence, I came to this world alive and have no intention of going back alive.
If you can’t die, you will make more noises, shrink back, and live an unhappy life. It has no meaning to you and has no value to the world.
If you live your life, you will fail, suffer, and be helpless. Good, you're alive and you still have feelings.
If in life, you will challenge, try, and fight. Very good, your life is valuable and meaningful.
Use all your strength to fight and work hard, will life be different again?
Even if you don’t know what is going to happen, please open the unknown door and experience a new world with your life. Prose composition of 600 words, Chapter 7
A ray of sunshine illuminates a cluster of grass and trees, and a flower blooms on that street. A street carries thousands of thoughts, thoughts are flying, and the future is long. It's midsummer again, and the hibiscus flowers are blooming. The hibiscus at the street corner seems to be watching the time and years, standing tall in countless memories for a long time. On the distant roof, all I can see is its swaying flowers, falling in the wind. Recalling the hibiscus flowers that fell on my head in those years, I only picked up one and sealed it in the pages of my memory. Hibiscus flowers are always blown to the door by the wind and stay on the rusty iron door. Without waiting for discovery, they start their journey again with the wind. Only it knows whose door it will fall on next time, and who will pick it up. Or maybe, only the wind knows. Squatting under the hibiscus tree, caressing the pink light and shadow on the dirt road, I found that the sunlight extended all the way to the ancient willow on the corner of the street. The willow tree seems to be as old as the street, but the aging color of the trunk does not affect the new green of the branches.
It’s summer, and they are a little tired. There are still green willow leaves all over the ground, and they seem to have fallen asleep. I don’t know how many children have sat on the thick branches of the ancient willow, but against the backdrop of the green curtain, the seat is still dreamy. The time that has passed under this tree, under the shade of its branches, carries many childhood dreams, and the road beside it still seems to be brand new. The moment it turned back, it seemed as if it had really returned to those years, hearing the familiar sound of the wind, and seeing only the years it had guarded. Many years later, the place that is close to my heart and the beauty that lingers in my soul reflect the memories in my mind, as if they are right in front of me at this moment. Street, I think of you.
The days are so long, just like the street turns, one piece after another towards the distance, with no end in sight. Who knows how many memories are sealed at the end of the street. The place where thoughts gather, the place where childhood remains, the place I go to again and again in dreams... Who has measured the vicissitudes of that old street over the years, who has stopped for the fallen bricks and tiles, and who will, When touching the branches of the ancient willow, I burst into tears.
So remember, then miss. I will never forget those summers when I picked up hibiscus flowers, and I will never forget those days when I sat on the old willow and looked into the distance. Then we will never forget that standing in front of the ruins at this moment - two lines of tears... 600-word prose composition 8
Life in this world cannot be smooth sailing, and all kinds of failures and helplessness require us Face it bravely and deal with it openly. If you are grateful to life, if you get up again after you fall, life will give you brilliant sunshine; if you are ungrateful, just blame others and feel depressed, you may achieve nothing in the end. Be grateful when you succeed, and even more grateful when you fail or are unfortunate!
The fallen leaves hover in the sky, composing a piece of gratitude. It is the gratitude of the big tree to the earth that nourishes it. The white clouds float in the blue sky, painting touching pictures. That is White clouds are grateful to the blue sky that nurtures them. Because of gratitude, there will be today's colorful society, because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship, and because of gratitude, we will understand the true meaning of life.
Life in this world cannot be smooth sailing. All kinds of failures and helplessness require us to face them bravely and deal with them openly. If you are grateful to life, if you get up again after you fall, life will give you brilliant sunshine; if you are ungrateful, just blame others and feel depressed, you may achieve nothing in the end. Be grateful when you succeed, and even more grateful when you fail or are unfortunate!
Perhaps the ups and downs allow me to see the figures of supporting each other;
Perhaps failure allows me to appreciate the sincerity of encouragement;
Perhaps misfortune allows me to Know how to cherish happiness better.
While life has given me setbacks, it has also given me strength, and I have had another kind of experience. For those who love life, it is never stingy. It depends on whether you have a tolerant heart to accept the gifts of life. The ups and downs are not the pursuit of life, but they must be the whole of life. Try to experience it with a grateful heart, and you will find a different life. Don't lose hope for spring because of the cold in winter. We thank God because of the cycle of seasons.
With a grateful heart, you will have no complaints, no jealousy, no resentment, and you will have a calm and indifferent heart! You will learn to tolerate, learn to undertake, learn to give, learn to be touched, and know how to repay. You will treat every day with a smile, treat the world, treat life, treat friends, treat difficulties, and your life with a smile. Lieutenant General is full of sunshine and happiness!