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2. Write a landscape composition of 600 words with comments. Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life.
Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency. The night is quiet, and nature is silent.
At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty.
Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful. The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light.
At this time, you can face up to the conscience of * *, get out of the secular fan box, and finally feel a wave of inevitable rhythm at the height of the soul. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.
When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, your heart will suddenly swell up ... finally you realize that life doesn't believe in tears, and failure doesn't mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever? The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up! Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render! Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart, listen to Ding Dong's heart … relive a beautiful mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.
Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid. Comments: ①: The language of this article is beautiful and gorgeous, which is thought-provoking after reading.
②: The center is prominent, centering on the theme of "Heart Spring". ③: Clear-cut, clear-cut, general-sub-general writing structure is adopted to make the article more complete.
④ More rhetorical devices such as metaphor and parallelism are used to make the article more vivid.
I got into the good habit of writing 600 words with comments.
Character determines fate, and habit determines the future. -inscription
In the eyes of teachers and parents, I am smart and flexible. But there is also a shortcoming, that is, carelessness and forgetfulness. I don't know how many times my mother has said this shortcoming, but I just don't want to change it after all. I don't think it is a big problem. Buy things if you lose them. And I also comforted myself by saying: Who can have no shortcomings, as long as they are careful in major events?
Mother said angrily, "You didn't cry until you saw the coffin. You will know when something is broken. "
I spat out my tongue and suddenly forgot my mother's lesson. It was still my "carelessness".
Unexpectedly, I really let my mother say that my problem is finally broken-
Last year, I forgot to bring my admission ticket for the senior high school entrance examination. I didn't find this serious mistake until I was blocked by the invigilator outside the examination room. Sweat and tears flowed on my face. When my mother tried to send me the admission ticket, I almost fainted with anxiety. Although the invigilator comforted me again and again. But what happened before the exam still affected the performance of my subjects. Finally, the key high school I yearned for passed me by because of the poor results of that scientific examination, which affected the total score. After the scores came out, teachers and classmates pitied me. I'm like an eggplant beaten by frost. No matter how my mother scolded me, I didn't say anything.
As a last resort, I went back to my original school to review. The teacher told me the story of the famous mathematician Chen Jingrun. Chen Jingrun used to pay little attention to Chinese because he studied mathematics. But because of this, his famous paper on Goldbach conjecture was delayed for many years. Because the papers he just started writing always failed to meet the published standards. Fortunately, the subject he studied was not deduced by other mathematicians in the delayed years, otherwise his years of hard work would be wasted because of the defects of written language expression. After the teacher's teaching, I have a thorough and clear understanding of my mistakes. It turns out that a person's habits can determine a person's future. During the whole year of review, I told myself to be careful whatever I do.
Now, I finally got rid of my carelessness and developed a good habit of being careful.
Comments: The article is about my forgetfulness. Through an unforgettable lesson, it expresses the theme that bad habits will ruin great events, and also highlights the necessity of developing good habits. The article narrates clearly, writing out his indifference and anxiety outside the examination room, which is true, vivid and unforgettable. Write a story about teacher Chen Jingrun to further illustrate the view that habit determines the future. The two examples in the article, one real and one imaginary, one person and one person, support the point of view and are very convincing. The language of the article is plain, there are no wonderful philosophical sentences, and there are not many colorful words, but it makes sense to be rated as a masterpiece, because it writes about true feelings and pains.
4. A 600-word essay, commenting on the beautiful essay "October in my hometown"; At the beginning of the first sentence, a lively and busy rural scene came to us under the author's delicate brushwork. "The crows of chickens, geese and ducks merged into happy music, and the villagers came back with smiling faces and golden rice."
Taking psychological changes as the clue, the author started writing, and described the living conditions of hometown people in different periods as the main line. During the Anti-Japanese War, the pain of Tucheng was in the hearts of my hometown people and also in my heart. In special times, scars make people laugh.
It's October, the harvest season. Look at "the villagers laughed, and their hearts were no longer cramped and they were no longer under the pressure of sadness." And when I "came back from Tucheng and looked at the silver path covered with green leaves, my heart was very affectionate."
The ups and downs of psychological changes can also reflect the process of changes in the times. At the end, the author publicized the theme, "October in my hometown, although it has got rid of the poverty line, is still far from what I imagined."
Larks are singing, machines are rumbling, the sun is warm, the wind is blowing and the grass is low, and the cattle and sheep are strong. When will October come? "This ending is a bit unexpected, and the author often stays in the praise of the existing boiling harvest scene. The author made a mistake, pointed out the shortcomings and put forward a new blueprint to make October in his hometown more exciting. Works such as prose poems, beautiful and fresh writing, picturesque scenes interspersed with descriptions of the past and its different psychological changes, rigorous structure, enjoy reading excellent works! Click and have a look when you are free.
5.600 words of composition evaluation, but Zhu Yan changed Kuduer, a small forest town that once made me feel cold and warm.
The autumn wind is cool, the autumn grass is yellow, but the autumn sky is refreshing. The gloomy sky is covered with patches of pale ink clouds. Because of air pollution, I was so wet that I almost fell into the mountains and lay on my head, making people want to cry. Rows of birch forests silently let the autumn wind slip through the forest, and the branches and leaves sway. Is that "spouting" sound your sobs, too? The ups and downs of pine trees in the mountains, why not compete with each other, the solemnity in the forest makes people see the heavy feeling in the forest; The yellow flowers all over the ground are dying, struggling to hold small petals that make people feel distressed. The silent and powerless sadness is enough to overcome any strong will.
Pine, birch and yellow flowers, grandma is buried here, with our thoughts and endless pain ... here, my grandfather, whom I have never seen before, is buried together. Will butterflies dance here tomorrow spring? Here are the young trees planted by two old people when they were young. Now they are grown up and basking in the sun. Have you ever distinguished which trees are covered with your own sweat? It doesn't matter, Mu, it doesn't matter ... We know that all the pine trees here are your children, and all the birch trees have your love ... We know that, and so do the trees. That's why there is this clearing full of yellow flowers on this mountain. In the deep forest, the trees have been waiting to accompany you and protect you ... Mu, you are too fat, too optimistic and too fat. Suntan, your children and grandchildren worship you at the grave. The flame lit by paper money is blown by the autumn wind, but it can't shine on cloudy days, and it can't warm the autumn chill we hide in our hearts. Buzz, we burned your "money", and you tore our hearts ... goodbye, basking; Goodbye, this small town that used to make me cold and warm. I don't know when I will come back here. At that time, in the rows of birch trees and undulating pine forests, I will just be a tourist, praying that the carved fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed ... Postscript: My grandmother died of illness on the afternoon of September 5 a few days ago, and the town where my grandmother lived was the only place where burial was allowed.
I was very sad the day I buried my grandmother. I wrote a close-up memorial when I came back. Writing and writing, it suddenly occurred to me that grandma's departure made me no longer have relatives in town, and I don't know if I will go again.
Every time I read this composition of fifth-grade children in primary school, I am deeply shocked by the true feelings, because this article does not record grandma's death and funeral trivia, but reveals a kind of sadness and memory caused by grandma's death, but writes my own unforgettable emotional experience, and the appeal of the article arises from this. In April, Nini's composition begins with three natural paragraphs.
Writing about the gloom of the sky, being so wet that I almost fell into the mountains and leaned over people's heads, the sobs of the birch forest, the solemnity of the pine trees in the mountains, the yellow flowers everywhere, and struggling to hold small petals that make people feel distressed are all rendered first. When the reader is in such an atmosphere, the mind will tremble with the author.
The fourth stage is the transitional period. Speaking to "pine, cypress and yellow flower" in the way of "informing" is actually telling readers the grief brought by the death of "grandma". The last three paragraphs of the article don't describe the past too much, but express their grief with typical imagination: "All the pine trees here are your children, and all the birch trees have your love ... We know, and so do the trees. That's why there is this open field full of yellow flowers on this mountain. In the depths of the dense forest, the trees have been waiting to accompany you and protect you."
This is the beautiful design of the little author for grandma's final destination, and it is the real return of nature to grandma's kind life. From the tearful words, we touched Nini's love for grandma and the sadness of losing her loved ones in April, and of course we felt the inner relief.
The seventh paragraph is quite shocking. "Mu, you are too fat, optimistic and fearless, so don't squeeze your grandfather." This slightly playful but absolutely homely remark inspired us with tears instead of smiles. "Sun, we burned your money, and you tore our hearts", a form of compound sentence, pushed the emotional experience to * * *.
There is no crying or tears in this essay, but after reading it, we will be deeply infected and tears will fill our eyes. This is the role of emotional experience. Judging from the language expression, Nini's sentences in April are various.
Short sentences, promoting and strict; Long sentences, comfortable and slow; The sentence is even, symmetrical and dignified; Strange sentences are beautiful and free and easy. The patchwork and harmonious collocation of these sentence patterns naturally constitute the unique concise and unique beauty of the language.
Second, make the language beautiful in the picture. The beauty of picture language is the first feature of excellent prose, and it is also an important factor of prose beauty. In order to reproduce a beautiful image in prose, the author often uses various techniques, or draws shapes, colors or States; Or heavy ink, or light pen light color, focus on the performance of things "picturesque."
This simple place is an understatement, like a clear stream trickling, simple as a beauty's "sweeping the beauty"; Gorgeous places, such as clouds in the sky, are as beautiful as the princess's "heavy makeup". Of course, gorgeous is not a bunch of beautiful words, but exquisite artistic processing, without a trace of an axe.
"There are pictures in poetry", which makes his poems sway in the garden of Tang poetry. When we are writing prose, if we can use words to "describe" a picture, reproduce a scene, and make readers feel personally, then our composition will stand out among many students.
The above is the first one, and the following is the second one: we live in a small scene, and with the transformation of time and space, the small scene around us is also changing. It can be said that the space we live in is composed of many small scenes.
It's countless small fields.
6. 600-word scene description composition
Bang! The order rang. In a flash, the athletes flew out like arrows. I saw them holding their heads high, frowning, gritting their teeth and galloping to the finish line. Slowly, they pulled away from each other, but you chased after me to outdo each other. The competition is getting more and more intense, and the enthusiasm of the students is burning like "a fire in winter". Cheers and shouts came and went, wave after wave.
"Dai Baiyang, come on! Dai Boyang won ... "The" Pegasus "poplar in our class is fighting bravely on the field! You see, he has been leading, his arms are swinging rapidly and his feet are blowing. I thought proudly in my heart: this group of "little rookies" will be miserable when they meet Dai Boyang, and Dai Boyang will definitely kill them, leaving no one! The finish line is close at hand, 10 m ... 8 m ... 5 m ... 1 m ... At this critical moment, Dai Boyang blushed and tried his best, like a rocket full of energy, like a lightning bolt in the air, and he was the first to cross the finish line. ...
"Yes!" In the audience, we applauded and cheered!
7.600 words warm composition with warm composition comments.
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Warmth is the guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warm in the snow
A fire, let the cold people feel the hot air; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert. Make way.
People with dry tongues feel sweet.
Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street.
When I get up in the morning, I feel particularly cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.
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Inadvertently, I found the opposite.
There are several leaflets and other papers on the smooth wall, which have been touched by an old cleaner who looks like he is forty or fifty years old.
The washed brush brushed the paper and then carefully tore it by hand.
Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like
Like fire.
When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. But, I
See, her right hand up, but stopped in the air, seems to be frozen. I saw her close to the wall again,
Then she shook her head slightly and left.
What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? she is
Are you lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.
I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I think she will.
Cleaning paper, I didn't expect her behavior to be exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raise your right hand and decide.
Grid slightly shook his head in the air, turned and left.
Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look.
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Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What you see is a' looking for you'. It says:
Zhao Jie,
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Elderly male ...
The doubts were cleared, and I understood everything at this moment. At this point, a warm current welled up in my heart, and the snowflake was still like a goose.
Flying like fur, I no longer feel cold, but feel particularly warm.
It is very cold in winter. But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners, in this world
That kind of deep warmth comes from that fiery heart. It is this "sacred" fire that is lit.
The petals in my heart are fragrant. I feel warm enough to haunt my life.
People long for sunny days and love sunny days, but without rainy days, there will be no rainbow.
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I remember when I was in the first grade, the school held a sports meeting. This is my first school sports meeting since junior high school. At that time, I was very happy to participate in the women's 800-meter race.
In the warm sunshine, the school organized all the students in Grade One and Grade Two to hold the school sports meeting. The school sports meeting began. First, 100 meter hurdles, then 100 meter sprints, and then it was my turn-the women's 800-meter long-distance running.
100-meter hurdles and 100-meter sprints are all finished, and the 800-meter long-distance race is coming. But I stayed in class with another contestant. At this time, I looked at the clock on the wall and found that the 800-meter long-distance race was about to begin. I immediately cleaned up the things on the desktop, glanced around after work, but I couldn't see the classmate, only to find that the classmate had gone to the playground. So, I flew to the playground.
At this time, I saw all the students who participated in the women's 800-meter long-distance running standing happily on the playground, waiting for the order of the PE teacher, so I accelerated my pace, but I always felt uneasy. "Bang-"something terrible happened. I almost ran to the playground, but the game had already started. At this moment, I just stood there and looked at the athletes. I stayed there alone, thinking: Did I really lose? Yes, I really lost! This is worse than the loss of the last player. This is a complete loss! After staying for a while, I walked back to the classroom in despair. Walking, Li Heceng Dongxia saw me, came over and asked with concern, "! Where are you? " At this time, an unbearable pain surged from my heart, and my eyes were full of tears, which seemed to flow down. I said to them lifelessly, "There is no ranking." They were puzzled and asked, "No, what's the matter?" Suddenly, the tears in my eyes could not wait to flow down, and I began to cry in a low voice. After a while, I said hesitantly, "When I arrived, the game had already started." They both comforted me: "Stop crying, Yan Xia!" After that, we walked back to the classroom together, but my eyes still contained tears of despair and pain.
I was walking with my head down when I heard a familiar voice shouting, "Xia Yan!" "Oh, it's Zhang Xueting. She looked at me and saw that my eyes were red. She teased me and said, "Don't cry, I'll cry if you cry again!" " "Say that finish, she pretended to want to cry. I still looked down at her, and when I saw her like that, I couldn't help laughing. I smiled and said to Xue Ting, "I don't cry, I really don't cry! Then you won't cry? " Then everyone laughed.
Although I did laugh, my heart ached. When I saw several classmates racking their brains to make me stop crying, they really tried their best! Then how can I cry?
Rainy days bring me encouragement, confidence and sincere friendship ... Ah, how beautiful the rainbow is after the rain!
Life is an ocean of love, and everyone is breathing and feeling love. Life is like the night sky, in the wonderful moment of the meteor, people feel magnificent beauty; Life is like a trickle, in the wonderful moment of wearing a stone, people feel the beauty of persistence ... but the most beautiful thing in the world is love.
In the park in spring, the grass is sprouting and the birds are singing. A little boy who just learned to walk skipped around and was immersed in incomparable happiness. A stone tripped him, and he lay on the grass with a longing for love in his eyes. Mother came and gently picked up the little boy, encouraged him with loving eyes and healed the pain with love. ...
This moment is short, but maternal love is eternal.
One dark night, there was neither light nor wind in the sky. In the dim candlelight, two figures, an old man and a young man, were shaking slightly. Under the shiny hair, there is a face that has experienced vicissitudes of life, wrinkled like old bark. This is an old mother who is ill in bed. She spoke slowly with tears in her eyes, and her son left.
10. Write a 600-word composition describing people, and you can copy a 600-word composition describing people.
My mother is not very beautiful, of medium height, with black hair and a beautiful headdress. Like all mothers, she loves her children deeply. Her love for me gushed from the bottom of my heart is beyond description by any language or vocabulary.
You can also contribute to the relentless and arduous work for many years, so that your mother has more and more white hair and wrinkles on her face. These white hairs and wrinkles verify all the hardships my mother has paid for me.
My mother is very kind to me. There was a math unit exam in grade five, and I didn't do very well. When I got home, I silently listened to my father's reprimand. Climb in front of the desk to correct my mistakes, thinking about what my father said to blame me, and the tears that have been swirling in my eyes still fall on the test paper. At this time, my mother suddenly pushed the door and came in, wiped away the tears in my eyes, picked up the test paper conveniently, and sighed, as if shaking. My mother comforted me and said, "I know you don't want to fail in the exam either." You should study hard and be careful in the future. This exam is really not so good. Summarize and see how to do the next unit. " "I have listened, and I have the motivation. In the next unit exam, my grades really went up again. My mother looked at the paper in this unit and smiled with satisfaction.
You can also contribute. My mother is still very responsible for me. Once, as soon as I got to the classroom, it began to rain outside the window. Later, it rained harder and harder, and I began to worry because I didn't bring rain gear. A bell rang. After school, I picked up my schoolbag and ran to the eaves at the school gate, waiting for my parents to pick me up. It's almost gone. My heart is half cold, and the tip of my nose is beginning to sour. But just when I wanted to cry, I saw a familiar figure not far away in the dim light. It's my mother! I jumped up and waved to her happily, and my mother came. Her hands were red with cold, and mud stars were sprayed on her trouser legs. I got on the bus, climbed behind my mother's tall body with an umbrella and went home. Her concern for me touched me for a long time. My mother took good care of me. She is like a big tree to shelter me from the wind and rain, and she is like a lamp to guide me. Now, only by studying hard can I repay my mother's infinite love! Mom is so simple. She hopes that all the great spirits of the Chinese nation will be concentrated on me. Because she is my mother and I am her hope.