The writing requirement of middle school students' lyric composition is to skillfully use writing methods. Lyric composition usually adopts the writing method of borrowing scenery to express emotion, setting off, and wanting to promote before suppressing. For details, you can refer to the lyric composition of middle school students with about 600 words I have compiled.
Lyric composition of middle school students 600 words 1 ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, eulogizing the poems of maternal love, and the number of songs is unclear: the poem "Wandering" by Yi Changcao; A well-known popular nursery rhyme "Only a mother is good in the world"; Fantastic and affectionate poetry collections "Stars" and "Springs" ...
Yes, mother-a great and sacred title. Write love poems day after day and play love songs year after year. Motherly love has nothing to return. Mom, will you allow me to send you a "mother's drink" made by myself?
Two shadows floating on a silver plate
Childhood summer night, moonlight shrouded, cool breeze blowing gently, big hands holding small hands and nature zero distance summer night. Beautiful frogs and insects echoed in my ears. Pointing at the grass, pond and treetops, the big hand whispered to the little hand, "Listen! Small animals are singing, so sweet, it is simply a masterpiece of nature-a wonderful symphony. " The little hand blinked doubtfully. A beautiful summer night appeared before my eyes, and my big hand pointed to the grass, pond and treetops and said emotionally, "Look! Plants are dancing, how wonderful it is, it is simply a masterpiece of nature-soft ink painting. " The little hand was fascinated, closed his eyes slightly and leaned against the big hand. There are always two floating figures in the bright moonlight.
Chocolate lemon tea
At night, it is dark and silent, just like a cup of dark chocolate tea. At this time, a bright lamp lit up in the distance, just like putting a lemon in tea. Oh! It turns out that my mother is helping me review my lessons and expand my knowledge. From grade one to grade six, my mother reviewed for me for several years. Think about it. My mother has to work during the day and do housework and cook dinner when she gets home. You can rest at any time at night! But she still works tirelessly for my every progress, preferring to "work overtime" rather than sleep late.
Two flowers above the clear spring
Under the "clear spring", the whole world has become a "clear spring" world, and beautiful "flowers" have blossomed in all the streets. Whenever I walk out of the school gate, there is always a familiar figure waiting, looking around and holding "two flowers" in my hand. My eyes are always wet at this time, and I don't know whether it is joy or "injury".
Although the food above is not a delicacy, it must be more delicious than anything else, because my mother and I belong to the same family and I know her heart. Mom, that's right!
Open the yellowed notebook and wipe away the faint dust. The memory of the seal shines like broken glass in the sun.
The sun in September is still scorching the earth, and the burning breath spreads on the earth. I didn't take part in military training and disturbed the class under the leadership of the old class, but you surprised me. Every time I enter the classroom, I can see you sitting quietly in the corner. I am in the front row and you are in the corner. You can't find the focus that can break the balance at a quiet distance. Occasionally fight with classmates, go crazy, and pass you by on purpose, but all in vain. You are stingy and don't want to give it. As usual, you sit in your position and do what you are doing. Maybe your silence and my passivity doomed us not to intersect.
One afternoon in senior three, my best friend dragged me out of the classroom and let me pass you with my girlfriend on my back. But at that time, I was very relieved, and we didn't talk much, so there was no need to pay homage to the dust of youth that ended before it started. Three years in high school, but I missed it.
About you, about me, I thought it was over and disappeared from each other's world. The space is unlocked, your avatar leaves a message in my space, and we start chatting, making phone calls and chatting. You said we were friends, I know, just friends. I always thought that after a long time, you would be a little moved and reluctant, but in the end, it's not that I'm not good enough, but that you always just treat me as a friend. I'm too strong!
You said that the five years we met were illusory. I don't know you and you don't know me. I can only say that your memory of my three years in school is really vacuum. I have known you for eight years, but you say you have known me for five years. Besides letting go, I can only let go. I thought that after a long time, I could move a person, but in the end I found that only myself was moved. Buddha said: if you refuse others, you will be rejected by others.
Yes, I refused others, and you have no reason to accept me. It's just even ... Azhuo said he never knew I was so persistent, and eight years of persistence was really persistent. Idiot, I'm sorry I can't be friends with you. Much as I want to, I'm not rich enough to say I don't care for eight years. The book says: Everyone who comes into your life just wants to teach you a lesson and then turn around and leave. The past will always be relieved after the clouds are light and the wind is light. I wish you happiness!
Look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and start a new life course!
Life is like a ruthless meat cleaver, changing your appearance. Time is holding a sharp knife, carving carefully on your forehead and corner of your eyes, so wrinkles appear in the corner of your eyes, but you have never complained, but you have always told me silently with actions that youth is nothing to me.
Mom, do you remember? In the winter when I was twelve, my hands were frostbitten because of my poor health. The wound looks terrible. At that time, I asked you, "Mom, my hand hurts!" " "I want to go to the hospital, but you are working, leaving early and coming home late, and you have no time, so you said to me," Rong Er, mom has no time. Mom will take you to the hospital this Friday. "After that, my mother hurried to work. Later, because I hurt my hand again, it caused bacterial infection, and my hand has never been well. This is actually my fault, but you always blame yourself for running around for my hand. Mom, do you remember? You let me know the greatness of maternal love.
Mom, do you remember? In the third grade, because of poor foundation and poor academic performance, there is no hope of being admitted to high school. Even the teacher told me that I had to work very hard to get into a good high school. At that time, I was too lazy to give up, so I was going to tell you what I thought after the holiday. But when I came home and saw you cooking and washing clothes for me with your tired body, I suddenly realized that escape was not the way, so I chose to face it. Mom, do you remember? You let me know that I can't give up when I encounter difficulties, no matter how hard I try.
Mom, do you remember? In order to make my study better, you gave up your previous job and went to Yicheng to find a hard job. Every night when I see your tired body, I will ask you to give up and stop working, but as soon as you hear me say this, you will tell me in a firm tone: "Everything is difficult at the beginning, don't give up because of a little thing." Mom, do you remember? You let me know. Hold on.
My dearest mother, do you remember all these things?
Have you all the way.
Middle school students lyric composition 600 words 4 drinkers say happiness comes from wine; The teacher said that happiness comes from students; I said, happiness comes from my getting off at the right station. -inscription
Take the express train of life, look back and look forward to a new life. In May of xx, I came to this poor but warm home. Look around and see everything. I sighed happily: Hehe, I got off at the right station.
It seems that happiness is about to begin! In the future, I will continue to absorb the happiness they bring. My sister's concern, my father's thoughtfulness and my grandmother's simple love all make me the happiest person.
However, everything, compared with her, is just a subsequent "0".
When I am sick, she always keeps out the cold and wants to be warm; When I cry, she can always comfort me with a good dish; She is my mother.
Her love is water, but it is like a runaway flood. The next days were long, but I didn't forget them.
I was only five years old at that time, but my evil heart had sprouted. In the morning, watching the burning sun, I licked my chapped lips. I wish I could eat an ice cream, which is the best thing now. Thinking about it, I reached into the small cupboard filled with money, picked up a handful of money and rushed out of the house and went straight to the canteen. When I left, I secretly looked back and vaguely saw a black shadow hiding in the shadow. Unconsciously, I picked up speed again.
I bought ice cream and ate it while walking. I was very happy. The lips turned red and disappeared completely. I was having a good time when I was stopped. In retrospect, I was shocked. It's mom!
I have to tell the truth that my mother forced me. Listen to me. My mother was very angry and waved at me fiercely. I closed my eyes in fear, but the pain didn't come as scheduled. I opened my eyes and saw my mother's hand stop in mid-air. Then, just cry. She suddenly turned away and stopped looking at me. I have been sniffling, engraved in my heart like words.
I will never forget those eyes, those crystal tears, and the ice cream I want to melt in the sun.
Later, my mother said to me, "hitting you is just like hitting my heart." I am very sad that my child took the money without my permission. "
It seems that maternal love is not just water. Maybe it's tea. It's more fragrant.
Mom, the source of my love, the source of my love.
Every time I see that painting, the tall figure seems to move slowly in front of my eyes, and I return to that hot summer.
Three summers ago, a new family moved in. A family of three lives here temporarily because of job changes.
Every afternoon, melodious piano sounds come from his house. I will also lie by the window on time and listen quietly. I don't know who played the notes to the fingertips.
Finally, one day, my door was knocked. The man who turned out to be a new neighbor invited me to his house to play. I followed him carefully and came to his house. As soon as I opened the door, a beautiful black piano jumped into my eyes. A lovely girl about my age sat quietly in front of the piano.
Seeing me coming, she smiled at me. My nervousness suddenly disappeared in this smile.
It turned out that she and I were in the same year, in the same school. I feel much closer. So we talked about our favorite music, stars, and …
Summer passed happily among us.
But at school, I have no time to play, and of course there are fewer pianos. Occasionally at night, the sound of the piano will blow into my ears with the breeze. The piano is always accompanied by sadness that I can't say.
One day, there was a noise. I went out to have a look. It turns out that someone is moving. Suddenly, she came over, slipped me a tape, said goodbye to me and got into the car. I watched the truck drift away in confusion. Mother told me that his family had moved away.
I ran into the room and put the tape in. Familiar piano music came from the tape recorder. The voice in black and white keys haunts me again. Faint friendship slowly permeates the air, and we don't know how to cherish until something is lost.
Now whenever I am frustrated, I always take out this song to listen to. Maybe it is not as wonderful as some popular songs now, but it is really the best medicine in my heart. Because it entrusted a pure and beautiful friendship blessing from a little girl.
Goodbye, there was that lovely little girl and that wonderful memory that summer.