Staring at the 600-word 1 composition, a clear song and a glass of light wine; Listen to the wind, Sa, and watch the flowing water; A noble suit is worth a thousand charms.
Now, I especially remember the picture of your proud figure standing there: at that time, the scenery was full of gardens, but it didn't interest me, as if destiny takes a hand. Your figure appeared without warning. I was immediately attracted by you. I walked over and saw some fish under you, as if playing or joking. How I envy them, and I can grow up happily under your care. Looking at it, I look like a fish. After a while, I played dragonflies; But my friend's phone call woke me up from my fantasy, and I found out that I was a person, not a fish, and my face could not help showing disappointment.
I stare at you; Looking around, it's quiet and there are not many people. Look at the garden behind, frolicking, here is another world, obviously the same place, but two different worlds.
I really don't understand you. I look at the spring scenery in the garden and at you. If you laugh like them, here ... I'm afraid it's another scene. But you didn't. You just stood quietly, with a faint smile on your face, but you didn't please, but you also felt something else. This is exactly what the phrase "Lotus is muddy but not stained, and the water is clear but not demon."
It was a long time ago that I first approached you, so long that I forgot when. I only remember your appearance of "clear water produces hibiscus, carved naturally", which is beautiful, really. ...
Later, I seemed to understand why you didn't study those "landscapes". Although they can make people feel happy, they can even make people feel bored if they take a long time. I have seen people put down their dignity to please others for the sake of "scenery", and I think you are right.
I look at your lofty, I think, even mud, no matter how dirty; Violet, no matter how evil you are, your lofty pride will never change.
Qingge is faint, with a touch of wine; Breeze, fine water; I stare at your lofty pride and your quiet elegance.
Staring at the composition of 600 words, there is a photo of a retro photo frame on my desk, and I have never changed my position. A few rays of sunshine spilled down, and I was intoxicated, staring, staring, staring. ...
"Summer vacation, are you coming back?" On the other end of the phone, grandpa asked a question with expectation. Reminds me of a few years ago.
"Jia Jia, get up!" Grandpa shouted. It's hard to take a vacation, but you still have to get up early. I replied "Oh ~" and thought it was time to eat, so I was called. I quickly put on my clothes, washed my face and smiled, but I saw nothing on the table. Suddenly grandpa came over and said, "grandma went out to do some menial work today." What we eat is up to you. Go! " "At least he is a person who has learned how to make noodles. He quickly cooked three bowls of noodles of the same quality and produced two bowls. At least he is a man who knows manners. Put his hands in front of grandpa. I saw grandpa smile happily and praised my cooking. Oh, that's an exaggeration. But I don't think so. What is this?
"Is the homework difficult? Do you want me to teach you? " Grandpa is here again. It's really annoying Although I know that he was well educated at that time, many people like to ask him questions, but now the situation is changeable and his homework is not as easy as before. Afraid of his sadness, I acquiesced. But he always found himself unable to solve these problems. I saw him pick up my mobile phone and refused to stop. He has been studying these explanations carefully. I'm a little annoyed by my stubbornness, so I always say don't look, you won't. Who knows that these two sentences have become an important point of grandpa's sadness.
However, grandpa still relented and forgave me! Relatives are not like this. There will always be tolerant and stubborn people. Just look down on all this and try to understand each other ...
Staring at it, the photos on the table are a little shelled, but the grandparents and grandchildren in the photos still smile brightly and come to their senses. The phone said, "Grandpa, I'm going back."
Even if I change the photo of the retro photo frame on my desk, I don't think the content in the photo can be changed. I stare, savor and miss …
Staring at the composition of 600 words, it is black and gray all over, but it can often be seen in prose, poetry, novels and so on.
"Dark gray world, gray sky flew over a few geese at this moment, and then she closed her eyes forever ..."
The season now is late autumn. I arrived at the station early as usual, waiting for the bus to go to school. Today's sky is different from usual. The dark gray sky is so vast. Is it sad? When I got to the school station, I got off the bus and several classmates were wandering around. They are laughing as if the weather didn't affect their mood. I am used to walking with my head down. I inadvertently looked up at the sky. I saw some geese flying in the sky. Dark gray sky and dark gray geese remind me of a painting:
The dark gray sky enveloped the whole world. When she died, she looked at the sky in front of her. Several geese flew across the sky and drifted away. She slowly closed her eyes and passed away.
I thought that the world in her eyes would be different only when she looked at it at the moment before she died. When I saw this scene myself, I really realized how much she didn't want to leave this world ...
Goose in ancient times, the ancients used it to pin their thoughts on their families, hoping that geese could bring their thoughts to their loved ones. The geese go in winter and come in spring, year after year, and never change. They flew over Qian Shan and were exposed to the wind and the sun. ...
I stopped to stare at these wild geese, their figures were so bleak, and they drifted away until I could no longer see them, so I closed my eyes and walked to the school gate.
Dark gray sky, dark gray geese, this picture has to make me stop and stare.
I like the sky behind the geese, I like the world wrapped in the sky, and I like you flying in the sky.
I stared at the whole world as if I saw her story.
Staring at the composition of 600 words, the night in the sky is full of stars, giving people hope and light; The morning on the earth is full of flowers, giving people great vitality.
"Some crops in the field have grown up, and rapeseed will be harvested tomorrow, so step on it ..." Grandma's nagging came from my ear. Grandpa is at home, and grandma really can't stop talking for a moment. After lunch, grandma didn't forget to tell grandpa to go to the field to get rapeseed after work. Grandpa went out to work. Grandma, there are many things to do. I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, what are you going to do this afternoon?" Grandma replied, "There are many things to do, such as washing clothes, wrapping wonton stuffing and buying wonton skins. When these things are done, your grandfather and I will go to work in the fields in the afternoon. " I was surprised at what grandma did. I looked at my grandmother. She had a few white hairs on her head. I thought to myself: I can help grandma make wonton this afternoon. In the afternoon, I saw grandma busy for a long time, and finally wanted to make wonton. I excitedly ran over and said to my grandmother, "Grandma, I'll make wonton for you." Grandma looked puzzled and said, "You want a bag, fine, but have you wrapped it?"
I said confidently, "Of course, trust me." Grandma just looked at me and nodded in agreement. In the process of wrapping wonton, grandma's mouth still can't stop for a moment. "Pack less stuffing, too much;" These two sides should be pinched tightly. "Wait a minute. Finally, the wonton is wrapped. Grandma is going to the fields, too. Don't forget to tell me to do my homework and read more books when you leave. I looked at the back of my grandmother's departure and felt her good intentions. At night, it was dawn and dark. It took a long time to see my grandparents come back. Seeing grandma's back from behind, I felt that she was slightly hunched, and a bitterness welled up in my heart. I couldn't help shivering in my heart, which made me realize that grandma is old in grade and should spend more time with her now. I stared at her and deeply felt grandma's hard work and difficulty.
The night in the sky is still starry, the morning on the ground is still full of flowers, and the time when grandma is old is gone forever. I stared at my grandmother and looked at the passing time.
Staring at the 600-word composition is like a pool of autumn water, gentle and soft, with open arms around me, just like your gaze.
I go to school on foot. You don't know when to get out of your cabin, come up to me and shake your head. My mother said it would come back after you got to school. I don't believe it. I kept telling you all the way: "You don't have to follow me, just go home." You are still striding, I don't know if you are listening. I've been talking to you all the way. As soon as I crossed the road, I looked back and saw that you were still on the other side. When I saw that I had crossed the road safely, you ran home. It turned out that I realized that we are a kind of concern, and wherever we go, our hearts are tied to my steps.
I remember that time, late at night, I was about to go for a walk, and then you gave me another look. Do you want me to take you for a walk? Sure enough, just a few steps, you followed me through a bustling downtown, colorful and beautiful. I am not guiding you, but you are guiding me. You walk in front of me, swaying and happy. You just left happily and had a long-distance relationship with me. It began to rain. Fortunately, I brought an umbrella. I rushed forward and tried to open an umbrella for you. I finally caught up with you, but you didn't appreciate it, skipping ahead, and the rain wet you. I seem to understand that I never take an umbrella when I walk in rainy days. You have your own sky and it never rains.
When I got home, you became a "dog in the soup", and I felt guilty. You shook your dog's hair and walked to your cabin. Suddenly, you turned around and looked at me deeply and gently. ...
Perhaps you are a passer-by in my life, but I have become a wheel in your life. Counting the fallen leaves in front of the door and listening to the rain outside the window. Is your wet heart still there?
I think, I will still see you staring at me through my pupil in a dripping rain, and you will turn around slowly in a rain and fog. Then, the rain ticked and told our story again. ...
Staring at the composition 600 words 6 Parents and elders give us selfless care, which is great and pure and worth staring at.
It was a summer day. Heat is like an invisible net, following everyone. "It's too hot. Open the window and get some air. " Outside the window, let alone the wind, even the sun is gone. Dark clouds are gathering, and a sense of oppression arises spontaneously. "Stay at home is ok. I went shopping. Don't run around! " Before I left, my mother told me. "I see, how old am I? I can't lose it." I think my mother should be back soon, but this time, I haven't heard from her for hours. My stomach cried disappointingly, and I thought, mom, bring the rice back quickly! When she came back, there was nothing ready. She said, "Are you hungry? I will cook for you. " "Well, go and cook." I soon smelled a smell, so I ran to the kitchen. Seeing me coming, he said, "What's your hurry? It's not over yet, go and wait. " I was attracted by the smell, just watching. I froze: my mother's face left traces of years, and her black hair was mixed with a few bright white hairs. The meal will be ready soon. She came to the table with vegetables and a pair of chopsticks and greeted me: "Come and have dinner!" " "
I sat down. Although the food is simple, the fragrance can't be emitted. I picked up chopsticks and stared at my mother: sweat left on her cheeks. She wiped it and said to me, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold." I had just taken a bite or two when my mother asked me, "What's up? Is it delicious? " I nodded. "Don't you try your own craft?" I took another pair of chopsticks and handed them to her. Mother fiddled with the plate with chopsticks, but didn't eat anything. The same scene caught my eye: I remember when I was a child, my mother was like this, just watching me eat, with only a satisfied face.
My mother is not tall and not good-looking. But she gave me love I never had before. I still stare at that great, innocent love.