In daily study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to composition. The composition must be elaborated around the theme and the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following are nine 600-word makeup compositions I collected for your reference only, hoping to help you.
Some people say that childhood is like a golden candy jar, full of candy and joy; Some people say that childhood is like a colorful bubble, always so colorful; Some people say that childhood is like a hoop of childhood, rolling and rushing to the distance. I said that childhood is like a flower basket of memory, and everything interesting is a petal that never fades. When I was 5 years old, I did an interesting thing. Looking back, I still can't help laughing.
That day, my mother was cleaning in the bedroom and I was playing in the living room. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother would take out some colorful things from a drawer of the dresser in the bathroom every day and apply them to her face. It's beautiful. I want to draw it, too I want to paint it as beautiful as Snow White.
I moved a small chair, stood on it, opened the drawer, took out my mother's "baby" and began to get busy. I was so busy that I thought: I must be more beautiful than Snow White now! Thought of here, I can't help but get carried away. I took out my mother's high heels from the shoe cupboard and walked around with my feet "unscrupulously". I also pose on her hips from time to time. My mother heard the sound and saw that the dresser in the bathroom was in a mess. All her "treasures" had been "heroically sacrificed": the eyebrow pencil was broken, the lipstick was broken, and rouge spilled all over the table, which was simply terrible. My mother glared at me with anger, only to find a "Xiaohua Mall" standing in front of her. She couldn't help laughing. I, unknown so, giggled too, and my mother laughed even more happily.
She picked me up and let me look in the mirror. Oh, my God, where is Snow White? Yao Ming is a terrible witch: her face is as white as a piece of paper, and she keeps "brushing" her powder. There are two black bugs lying on the eyebrows, and their eyes turn into panda eyes. The most ridiculous thing is that her mouth is painted as two thick red sausages. I was so scared that I immediately closed my eyes, fell on my mother and sobbed and said, "I ... I don't want to be a witch, I want to be Snow White ... Princess ..."
Although it has been many years, my mother sometimes tells it as a joke, which makes me feel embarrassed. Alas, childhood is about to pass, and I can't help asking myself: when the swallow has gone, there will be another time; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered and blossomed again, but who can tell me why our childhood is gone forever?
Makeup composition 600 words 2 shadows, mud walls, rubble.
The sky is like a blue ink bottle accidentally knocked over, so pure that there is no flaw. Clouds come and go smartly, and the sun shines brightly on the world.
Under this complicated blue sky, I came to the deserted corner of the school playground alone and practiced playing table tennis silently. "Bang, bang ..." The orange ball is like a naughty and active elf. It doesn't want to be controlled by me. Sometimes it runs high and sometimes it jumps low. Waving the red table tennis bat in my hand, I want to catch every rebound of the ball seriously. "One, two, three ..." Still in this case, the ball fell mercilessly at my feet. I bent down to pick it up and sat down softly.
Why can't it always work? Why haven't you made progress after practicing for so long?
I look up at the blue sky, and the sunshine cuts in from such a gentle angle, but it still deeply touches my injured face. I struggled to stand up and lost my ping-pong bat. When I turned around, I saw your clear almond eyes and bright smile. You picked up my racket and handed it to me: "Let's practice together!"
I stood in the same place, my palm seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, looking at the back of my concentrated play. "It's amazing!" The corners of the mouth barely pulled out a smile, but it was still difficult to hide the sadness in the eyes. I feel lost on a desert island, addicted to endless entanglements.
"Why don't you come to practice?"
"I ... I really can't."
"This is your youth! Shouldn't we work hard and stick to it? Life has a hurdle, but we can't get through it. We must persist in making up for ordinary life and make youth glow! "
Your words awakened my long-sleeping willpower. Don't give up youth easily. I waved my red table tennis bat. Even if the road is difficult, as long as there is an unyielding soul, there will be a solid land under your feet.
Time will never be partial to anyone. Only with the warmth and persistence in the heart will the years not become ruthless. If the years are too long and barren, we should persist and not let life be indifferent. Each of us should make up for our own life and live with our heart.
Make-up composition 600 words 3 Iraqis lean against the door, fireworks are easy to cool; The red makeup is beautiful, and the ink is still there.
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Asked with a smile what is beauty, I think life is colorful because of words. Isn't it beautiful to make up with China ink?
Prose and bone comb
At the most anxious time, it was the moonlight in the lotus pond that came into my summer solstice and combed my troubles. At the most confused time, it was Zhang Xiaofeng's words that smoothed the messy and confused sideburns in my heart. How can you not say that prose is a bone comb to sort out my "three thousand worries" The beauty, exquisiteness and delicacy of the phrase "sadness is harmless" moistens me like the spring rain in April. The random structure seems to have brought me into the countryside where words are woven. In this way, I can find a quiet place in the hustle and bustle, read Bingxin, spare time, and read ... Let me take a comb of prose to smooth the chaotic inner world and put on a neat bun full of wisdom and tranquility.
Shishi Dai Fen
I like poetry. Only in this way can I bring the most beautiful expression on my face. Thinking that "life has been endless since ancient times, we should keep a pure heart." Wen Tianxiang's awe-inspiring knife-shaped eyebrows are undoubtedly so handsome that they can't be drawn with eyebrow pencil. Reading Gu Cheng-How can eyes like those of the son of the night be beyond the reach of ordinary fat and vulgar powder? I stared at Dai Wangshu, and he told me that he wanted to explore the sky with his broken palm. The blood in his mouth is the most touching color, which can bring together the purest black hair, black eyes and yellow skin of China children, and these are the most beautiful faces outlined by the most beautiful makeup.
New capsule sniffing
In my eyes, every novel has its unique fragrance. Maybe it's the smell of straw in Cao Wenxuan's works, maybe it's the smell of Beijing, Mingxiang and Gao Xue, maybe it's the honey fragrance hidden by Jin Yong in the tomb of the living dead, which fascinates me. If both prose and yes are pictures, only novels have fragrance. When reading a novel, you will slowly move forward with the fragrance in the page, and over time you will be contaminated with this ink. * * * enjoys telling stories that * * * likes. Didn't it achieve the attractive effect of sachet? I want to hold a novel in my hand and look for that fragrance with my heart. ...
Beauty is accompanied by words. Youth will eventually die, but the makeup of life can last forever. Words, bone combs, makeup, and life. Go and win the eternal beauty precipitated by years and wisdom.
My good friends and classmates are going to have birthdays. This colorful little "Mimi" has been circulating wildly in the class for several weeks. The big cake has been ordered. It is said that it was specially made in a big cake shop in Shanghai, and the hotel has reserved seats. It is said to be a luxury hotel in Qingpu. Anyway, it's getting weirder. Let's talk about the saliva that everyone is greedy for. ...
Time flies so slowly, why can't this day come? Don't worry, it will arrive today. On Saturday morning, my mother sent me to dinner. On the way, I met Yue Yue and her mother at the same destination, so I was transferred to go with them.
I was very surprised by the natural grandeur of the hotel. We were introduced into a big private room by the waitress, and many students came. We greeted everyone with warm hugs until the big round table was surrounded, and the birthday party was grandly started.
"Today is Peng Yuqing's tenth birthday, so I invite you to play together, because the tenth birthday is the most important. The tenth birthday marks that she has grown up. " Qing Yu's mother ended her welcome speech with emotion. Peng Yuqing played a passionate piano piece by herself, and another student played a happy birthday song on the flute. Then, accompanied by piano, flute and other musical instruments, we sang "Birthday Song" in both Chinese and English. When the candle went out, the light instantly lit up the room and a group of innocent children. A beautiful big cake was quickly distributed to each small plate. It's a pity. I don't know how much effort the cake maker has put into it.
Everyone was full, enough, and began to chase each other and put cakes on each other's faces. Everyone's face is colorful and really happy. Of course, the most beautiful protagonist made of cake is Peng Yuqing's classmate. ...
Then we played like this, everyone chased each other madly, chased the hotel, had a good time, and forgot the big meal coming from the back end. I only heard my aunt shouting at the door of the private room: "Come and eat! The food is cold ... "
Children's Day is coming, and the teacher decided to turn the classroom into a paradise for children. I thought it had nothing to do with us, but I was involved. I am not dressing up people, but dressing up the classroom, because this is our festival-Children's Day. Can I help?
In the afternoon, when I arrived at the classroom, I was taken directly to the "barracks" of the monitor's adult by two "small soldiers". It turned out that I was forced to be a "coolie". I immediately kicked and jumped up, thinking about running away, but I was helpless. These two "little soldiers" are a pair of Hercules, and they lifted me up directly. Oh, my God, if I didn't do it, "Nine Yin Bones!
I was assigned several ribbons, and my first task was to decorate the ceiling. I thought it would be all right if I couldn't touch my hands, but the "general staff" had an idea. He quickly put together several tables and put some chairs on them. This is really a bad idea. My legs are shaking all the time, and my hands are shaking to hang the ribbon on the ceiling, just like a sheep cornered by a tiger. However, I still tried to stay calm, made an OK, then hung up the rest, and I wanted to run. At this time, someone patted me on the shoulder, which was not good.
Gee, I was even asked to blow up balloons. I was blown up by a balloon when I was a child. From then on, I never dared to play again. Now let me blow. This is, uh, driving me to the wall. However, my fate is hard to violate. I screwed up the first one. I closed my eyes, burying my face in one hand and holding a balloon in the other, and kept blowing into it ... boom, ah, how much! I'll try to play it again. This time, I opened my eyes wide, didn't cover my face with my hand, and slowly blew into it. I stopped when I grew to the size of my head. I pull, wind, draw, pull, and it's over in a few moves. I am not afraid of balloons. This is a surprise. I smile like a toy-a smiling doll.
The party has begun. Looking at the beautiful classroom and thinking about my own efforts, my heart is as sweet as eating honey. I'm really a makeup artist!
Every time I see my mother's cosmetics, I think of a weekend when I was ten years old, and my mouth couldn't help rising.
It was a sunny weekend, and my mother said to take me to the supermarket. I get up early. When I got dressed and went to wash, I found my mother wiping her face, playing with her eyes, painting her eyebrows and lips in front of the dresser ... I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Nearly half an hour later, my mother finally got well. When she turned around, I was shocked: my mother seemed to be a different person. Her face is so white, her eyes are so big and her lips are so red, just like Snow White. How beautiful!
I am curious: "Mom, why is your face so white?" You weren't that white before? "
"That's my liquid foundation!"
"Oh ..."
When I came back from the supermarket, my mother went to my classmate's house again and told me not to run around alone at home. Looking at the back of my mother's departure, I was so excited that I immediately put into action the little abacus I had already made in my heart: I ran into my mother's room, sat in front of the dresser and put on my makeup like my mother.
I just found something to wipe on my face, then drew my eyebrows and painted my lips with something red. ...
After all, I think I must have become more beautiful. Confidently took a mirror and looked up: ah, "monster"! His face is as white as a wall, his mouth is as wide as two sausages, and his eyes are just a pair of panda eyes with uneven eyebrows, which are high and low, long and short ... "Devil!" I was scared to death.
My mother came back and found me missing, so she looked for me everywhere and found me in her room. My mother yelled at me angrily, "What are you doing in my room?"
I turned around at once, and my mother kept laughing when she saw my shiny face. Laughing enough, he came to me and said, "How old are you, this child?" Start putting on makeup, or your face will rot! "
"I ... I ..." I was too ashamed to speak and blushed like fire.
Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not so naive and lively, but I believe this wonderful time has always stayed in my heart.
Hang your head just to improve your mind. If you have an unyielding soul, you should make up for your life and make a solid land under your feet.
This reminds me of a morning glory that once made up for life on the path around us.
I passed by the path and found a touch of green under the bushes on the side of the road. I was curious, so I took a look. It turned out to be a seedling, probably a morning glory. It's really not easy to germinate here! I walked away without paying much attention.
About a week later, I passed by again. To my surprise, the blooming morning glory actually "collapsed" on the ground, and the lifeless stem was abruptly broken from the middle, and only a few filaments were connected to two sections. Little flower bones fell to the ground, as if dying.
"Maybe the cleaner forgot to water it." "Someone may have vandalized it." I sighed and put the stem on the nearby bush.
For several weeks, I didn't pass the path, so I didn't go to see the morning glory. I only think about it occasionally, but I didn't go because I didn't have time. I don't even know what it's like now.
Until one afternoon, I was idle, sitting on the balcony reading and basking in the sun. I squinted at the sun and felt so comfortable. Suddenly I remembered the morning glory, so I rushed downstairs and ran to the path.
It's about time. I saw lights flashing in the green bushes. I was surprised and rushed over, filled with joy.
Come to spend, the picture is so beautiful! Morning glory not only did not wither, but grew taller than the nearby shrubs. Bright green branches twined around the bushes. A few more flowers have blossomed, and the crystal silk is beautiful and thorough in the sun. It's like putting makeup on your life, making it so optimistic and wonderful.
Each of us is a morning glory. The road ahead is always bumpy, and there are always many setbacks and challenges. But don't give up, keep the original romance, make up for your life, and write the wonderful life optimistically.
Make-up composition 600 words 8 makeup artist, makeup skills are superb, only with superb skills can you become a qualified makeup artist.
Among our magical "ordinary people", there is a "makeup artist". Although his makeup skills are not superb, he is the only big boy in our school who loves makeup. His alias is Ouyang, also known as "makeup artist".
He likes makeup and English classes.
However, only he made some unreasonable actions in the English teacher's class. In his beloved English class, he did something he loved more than English class-make-up.
He always carries a thick gray pencil in his pencil box, which is his special cosmetic pen-eyebrow pencil.
Ding, Ding, start the class. This section is an English class. This section is Ouyang's "make up lessons". His English is good and his eyebrows are beautiful. Miss Chen, the English teacher, also likes him very much, because Miss Chen thinks Ouyang is very cute.
He took out his eyebrow pencil from his pencil case. The orchid pointed upward, and I gently slipped my eyebrows twice in front of the mirror of the pencil case. Now I look at myself in the mirror with a crescent-shaped smile on my mouth. It seems to say, "Yes, yes, this childe is really good at drawing eyebrows. No wonder people call me' makeup artist' ". This action is really cute and enchanting.
In his pencil box, there are some pieces of paper, the color is red. This paper is the lipstick of a woman before. As long as it is attached to the junction of the upper lip and the lower lip, as long as the upper lip and the lower lip are closed, a red "light" will appear on the lips.
He took out a piece of "lipstick paper" and stuck it with a lovely gesture, and put it at the junction of the upper lip and the lower lip. There is no red light on his lips when his upper and lower lips are closed. But in Ouyang's heart, there is a red "light" on his lips.
His makeup moves, his fingers are so cute and enchanting.
He is the "makeup artist" among our magical ordinary people. He is a lovely "makeup artist" and the most enchanting "makeup artist".
The 600-word composition 9 "Clear water produces hibiscus, carved naturally" is a wonderful and charming modality. This is a woman without makeup. She doesn't need to be shy. As long as she stands so bright, she has been moved to make people feel a touching beauty. This beauty comes from her true colors.
The world is full of too much packaging and too much hypocrisy. Singers and actors are full of all kinds of hype and gossip, attracting people's attention; The world protects itself with all kinds of smiling faces and excuses. Even a small moon cake and a knife are wrapped in layers of packaging boxes, and their value doubles. I often feel sad when I look at the well-dressed public figures on TV, or the people in the camera who are welcoming or numb with smiling faces. What kind of heart does it have under such a thick and exquisite package? Can such a heart breathe freely?
In fact, a warm baked sweet potato can give us a better taste of life than those so-called high-end foods with fancy colors and exquisite shapes. I like to buy baked sweet potatoes from vendors pushing cars. Very cheap. I don't even have a bag. I just took this dark little thing from my hand covered with thick cocoons with my bare hands. Can't wait to peel off the work, it is golden flesh and attractive fragrance. Take a bite, the mouth is sweet, and a real happiness and kindness arises spontaneously. That is the most natural happiness in the depths of life. It's like washing away the light music from Bandari, tasting the softness of the spirit from the ego, and the whole soul is immersed in the truest joy, as clear as a stream.
I envy most those people who are simple in heart, dare to face the soul directly and give out the cry of the most true nature of life. Just as Van Gogh suffered a lot during his lifetime, the sunflowers in his works are so bright that people dare not face them squarely. They are like a burning flame. If they refuse to put it out, they will burn all the despair and gloom in life. As Haizi, a young poet who dreamed of breaking Shanhaiguan, chanted, "I have a house facing the sea, and spring is blooming." It's so simple and peaceful, but it's easy to touch the softest string in our hearts. They expressed their real desire for life, because they will exist forever.
Rare true colors, true colors are also rare. Only those who dare to lift the mask and live their true colors can truly taste the wine of life.