The topic composition is 600 words 1 the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, which is the day to send Kitchen God to Shaoxing. I have long heard from my grandmother that every family has a kitchen god who is in charge of the safety and happiness of the family. Every year on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, Kitchen God will go to the Jade Emperor to report the situation of each family and pray for this family. People will pick it up again on New Year's Eve.
That day, grandma got up early and cleaned the kitchen. Then put three glasses of wine, three bowls of rice, six dishes, light a wick and a pair of candles. Strangely, the kitchen I know best is really a bit weird, because I play with water and steal vegetables here every day.
What's even more strange is that grandma sent the kitchen god this time, going in and out, moving east and west, but not saying a word. Usually grandma often lights incense and candles to worship Buddha, always muttering to herself, but when she is busy, she will ask me for help. Sometimes, I will take the initiative to steal grandma's works. But this time, grandma never let me get involved. I called grandma, but she shouldn't. I helped, but she wouldn't let me. It really pisses me off.
After about half an hour, grandma began to clean up the kitchen. I guess this kitchen god is in heaven. After that, grandma and I went shopping together. I asked my grandmother, "Why didn't you let me talk just now?" Grandma smiled and said, "You can't talk casually when you send Kitchen God."
"Why?"
Grandma wiped my head and said, "Let me tell you a story."
In ancient times, there was a mother and son who lived alone. My son has a strong reading personality and is known as a child prodigy. One year, when sending the kitchen god to heaven, the mother said to her son, "Since your father died, our life has become more and more sad. Fortunately, we have the help of our neighbors. You should write down the good families who have helped us one by one and repay them one by one when you grow up. " Unexpectedly, the kitchen god was deaf for a while that day and listened to "one stroke and one style" as "one knife and one style", thinking that the mother was cruel and asked her son to kill others with one knife. He made a false report to the Jade Emperor. As a result, in the second year, when the child prodigy took the first-ranked exam, he was eliminated by Sun Shan. Since then, when people send Kitchen God, they seldom talk.
Oh! That's true. It suddenly dawned on me ―― what a disaster!
The most beautiful teacher in my heart is my math teacher-Teacher Wang Xing.
Teacher Wang Xing's white face, slightly emaciated figure, and his eyes behind a pair of metal glasses always show a trace of tenderness. Vitality and self-confidence are revealed in words and actions.
Teacher Wang Xing is like a digital symbol in the design class. One is one, one is two. It is always rigorous and planned. The 40-minute class is always planned by him in an orderly way, and the basic courses are reviewed, expanded and improved, and even in an orderly way. Teachers always teach us wrong questions on weekdays, and without exception, they will never spare their rest time.
Teacher Wang Xing is not only rich in teaching experience, but also very concerned about every student in his study and life. I remember one time, I missed my math class. The teacher reminded me in public and called me to the math office during my lunch break. I walked into the office trembling. Just when I thought I would be scolded sharply by the teacher, I didn't expect the teacher to smile with concern and say, "You won't be angry with me, will you?" I paused, suddenly remembering the teacher's harmless criticism in class yesterday, and replied softly, "No ... I'm not angry." The teacher took out my exercise book: "How can you be so wrong?" Instead, the teacher looked at me tenderly, and I was so ashamed that my ears were red and my head hung down. The teacher took out a red pen, circled my exercise book, ticked it, drew a picture and explained it to me seriously. I am just an ordinary teacher among many peaches and plums, and I am really touched by the teacher's meticulous care for me. Teacher Wang Xing cares for every student in her daily study and life, just like a very kind girl next door.
Many times, we can see different people, sometimes with sweet smiles and sometimes with a straight face, seriously criticizing a group of students who have made mistakes. She never covers up for anyone, the same praise and criticism.
Teacher Wang Xing is the most beautiful teacher in my heart, because she is methodical, meticulous and meticulous.
Topic composition 600 words 3 "Now that we are all grown up, we can't play with sand any more …" Whenever I listen to Donnie's song "No more playing with sand", I always give a long sigh, alas! If only people didn't grow up!
If only people didn't grow up!
People who don't grow up can always taste the stories of cats and mice; People who don't grow up can always pester their grandparents about the rabbit and tortoise race; People who don't grow up can always make faces at their parents and be naughty; People who don't grow up can always argue about whether the sun is big at noon or in the morning.
If only people didn't grow up!
People who don't grow up can chase and fight with the opposite sex in the snow, and they can let the other side stuff the snow into their necks; People who haven't grown up can learn about cicadas, catch dragonflies, take a rest when they are tired, and then take a bath in the river hand in hand and have fun. People who don't grow up can have a home You are mother, I am father, and she is a doll.
If only people didn't grow up!
People who don't grow up can raise their faces in the dark, raise their hands to count the stars, see the running satellites and say loudly, "The stars are going to fall"; People who don't grow up can often ask their parents a hundred thousand reasons; People who don't grow up can communicate with Mimi, the toy panda at home, and go for a walk hand in hand. ...
If only people didn't grow up!
People who don't grow up can put caterpillars in their classmates' pencil boxes for fun; People who don't grow up can catch fireflies at night, read books at night and sleep during the day; People who don't grow up can also "taste" the melons and fruits planted by their neighbors. ...
Nevertheless, we are still growing. Childish, naive, playing with skin, let it go. We already know that we can no longer give injections to sick furry puppies, take the temperature of sleeping kittens during the day, and worry about hens eating stone particles. ...
Donnie's song is ringing in my ears again, and I will only sigh again: if only people don't grow up!
Title composition 600 words 4 spring breeze Buddha country, May Day holiday came to us with soft sunshine. On this day, the horse we are going to see is not an ordinary horse, but the most bloody BMW. They are from Turkmenistan. According to historical records, during the Western Han Dynasty, Zhang Qian, a famous diplomat in China, once said, "There are many horses in the western regions, and horses are bloody." Therefore, bloody BMW has a history of more than 2,000 years in China.
There are two bloody BMWs in Daming Lake, Jinan. One is called Zhuifeng and the other is called Huabao. The total price of Zhuifeng and Huabao is 6.5438+0.5 million, the price of Zhuifeng is 6.5438+0.2 million, and the price of Huabao is 3 million. They are in Daming. Their fur is shiny black, the flowers are brilliant, the mane at the back of their necks is dazzling white, and their fur is very shiny and smooth, just like cloth. They are tall and have straight breasts. From their eyes, we can see that their hearts are pure, but there is also a trace of arrogance. They have their own cars, their own concentrated feed and their own nutrient solution. They are very noble horses.
Unfortunately, I didn't see them sweat, but I gained a lot. How was the harvest?
The owner of the horse said, "Zhuifeng is five years old and was introduced from Turkmenistan last September." Chasing the wind is the most expensive. It can run continuously 1 hour with a speed of up to 55 kilometers per hour. As I said before, the chasing wind is 1.2 million, and the leopard is 3 million, which is also a bloody BMW. Why is the price difference so big? Because Zhuifeng's blood is purer, his father and grandfather are both nobles. They have won prizes in international competitions, so the natural price is more expensive. Ma Hao pays attention to the birth name and pure blood. His father was bought by Dubai oil tycoon for more than 654.38+million US dollars, equivalent to more than 70 million RMB. His father is much more noble than him.
This year's May Day was a great experience. I actually saw a horse120,000. We will have military training tomorrow. A talent 180 yuan, a bloody BMW one day in 300 yuan. Compared with a bloody BMW, we humans are far behind! But we are the conquerors of bloody BMW!
Topic composition 600 words 5 "I used to think that the world was beautiful and no one shed tears;" Blow out the oil lamp and all your wishes will come true. The original me, I miss the past, because I am too nostalgic; In the years of ignorance, I only collected simple thoughts ... "This is a song sung by Xu Fei-"That Summer ". It has a beautiful melody, and the lines are full of yearning for beautiful youth. Xu Fei's hoarse and wonderful interpretation made it a popular song. Whether walking on a lonely cot, sitting on a cheerful swing in an amusement park, or playing and chasing with my friends crazily, that summer will always echo in my ears; Every time I turn on Baidu MP3, "that summer" will come to my mind first, and my hand can't help typing the words "that summer" on the keyboard. Every time I hear its beautiful melody and Xu Fei's beautiful voice, it always looks like a wonderful picture.
It was a summer, and the cool wind messed up my hair. I didn't want to comb it. A person, quietly, sitting on the cold floating window, with ears plugged, humming the tune of "That Summer" repeatedly in his mouth, holding a youth inspirational novel, letting the wind outside the window mercilessly ignore everything and immerse himself in the melody of "That Summer". ...
"I want to believe that time and memory are the most beautiful; Close your hands, close your eyes and make a wish; One day, go back to the past and let them all appear; Let the clock stop in the summer of that year when they haven't changed. " "That Summer" recorded beautiful youth, so that every listener can't help but think of his lost youth, those summers that were blown away by the wind. Time flies, photos become the background, and the original bright colors gradually fade into tears and sadness. In a blink of an eye, those youthful years have rumbled away, leaving an indelible mark on people's hearts.
Perhaps, when flying, there is no applause in the blue sky; Perhaps, during the flight, I slipped and made me sad. That summer was not a gorgeous melody, but it made me not only listen with my ears, but also feel and understand with my heart.
As soon as youth goes north, it will eventually disappear at the end of sight, and we can't stop time. I will harvest all the sweetness of youth, cherish all the stories of youth and finally fly to the blue sky like a kite!
Traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the most important traditional festivals in China. It is not only a festival for people to pay homage to their ancestors and remember them, but also a link for the Chinese nation to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors. It is also a spring ceremony for hiking, getting close to nature and urging new students to care.
"It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When it comes to Qingming, people will naturally think of this poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. But in the beginning, Qingming didn't mean it, just the name of a solar term.
During Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was April. The climate is warming, and everything is reviving. This is the best farming time. Farmers can be seen everywhere in the fields. In spring, it is difficult to grasp the weather. It was sunny just now, and soon it began to rain. So when farmers go to the fields, they often get wet by the rain. So there is a saying that eating a kind of food made of wormwood in Tomb-Sweeping Day, such as cakes and jiaozi, can shelter from the rain for one year.
My hometown is Shaoxing. Shaoxing people live a traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day, but there are also ways different from other places.
Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, my grandma will pack a lot of Ai jiaozi and steam it in a cage, which makes people drool. Sometimes we do it very fastidiously, which not only makes people full of praise, but also looks beautiful. This green coat is in a beautiful shape.
When the tomb is cleared, it is necessary to go to the grave, that is, to "visit" the dead relatives. When we go to the grave, we will bring a lot of fruits and some "live animals", that is, kill chickens, ducks and geese until we use them. For example, "Goose on the Grave" and "Goose on the Grave" are really top-grade because of their fine feeding, short feeding time and tender and plump meat in spring. But Shaoxing farmers use geese to sweep graves, not only for its taste, but also for other sustenance. "Goose" is homophonic with "I". Aren't ancestors and deceased relatives very happy after seeing it?
This is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day, and this is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day of Shaoxing people.
Topic Composition 600 words 7 Today I participated in the "thousands of books Second-dimensional Survival Challenge".
When we arrived at Qijiang Jiulong Cultural Square, we were all in high spirits. Pack up the team, choose the captain, shout the slogan, and we will start looking for a job. I am so excited to think that I will make money soon. We went door to door looking for jobs along the street, but we ran into a wall again and again and couldn't find them for a long time.
In a drugstore, we saw an aunt and hurriedly asked her: Does aunt need help? We can do anything. Aunt looked at each of us and said with a smile, what can you do? "Sweep the floor, clean the table, run errands ... we can all do it!" The captain's elder sister was a little worried when she saw her aunt hesitating. Aunt couldn't help laughing again. "Well, you can help us distribute these leaflets." We took the leaflets, split up and handed them out in a short time. My aunt gave us five yuan as a reward.
This is our first income today. It is not easy! Next, we continue to look for jobs. It's time for lunch We feel tired and hungry. But we don't earn enough money for lunch. We discussed it and changed the way of making money. We bought ten lollipops in the supermarket and sold them in crowded places. Finally, we sold six lollipops and ate four. Besides the capital, we actually made six dollars! Now we are ready for lunch, but what can we eat with the money? Finally, we bought five egg rolls with five dollars and shared them among five people! After lunch, we continued to look for jobs in the afternoon. We got a job distributing leaflets in a training school. When we heard that we could get a salary of fifty yuan, we couldn't help crying out in surprise. The uncle felt that his salary was too high and immediately dropped by half. We still finished the work happily. This is our highest paid job today!
In the end, we always earned 30 yuan, which is far from our goal (150 yuan)! It seems that it is not easy to make money! . I usually see something I like. It's always like this. My parents always try their best to satisfy me. Never thought about the hard work of making money. Today's experience tells me to save money and love my parents more!
When I was young, I had two pigeons. My aunt gave me a surprise when I came back from my grandmother's house.
When I entered the door that day, a strange smell came to my nose, and I heard the sound of "goo goo" from time to time. I ran to the balcony and saw an extra cage on the balcony. There are two lovely pigeons in the cage. I forgot I was tired, so I immediately squatted down beside them to observe. They are a man and a woman, very cute. The male pigeon has a brown feather and two small eyes like black pearls. Small as it is, it's amazing. A small, pointed mouth, like a pair of sharp tweezers. The mother pigeon has brown feathers and a faint white ring on its tail.
I went to feed them every day for the next few days. They ate millet and corn and drank some water. The mother pigeon lays an egg every day, and I pick it up every day. She always happily arches the eggs into my hand with her pointed mouth, making it easier for me to pick them up!
But mother said, "They have been in cages for a long time, so they shouldn't be able to fly. We should try to make them fly. "
"no! They are mine! " I said, "I like them, and I want them to play with me ..."
Mother shook her head helplessly.
Until one day, I saw a sparrow chirping happily outside the window, singing so freely. I thought of the little pigeons in the cage: nature is their home. Why am I so selfish and keep them in a cage?
I was reluctant to carry the cage, came to the yard of the community and opened the door of the cage. Some came out curiously, and their small eyes like black pearls were full of joy. I said, "You are free, fly!" At first, they kept circling me. I thought they really couldn't fly. Unexpectedly, when they turned around, they suddenly flew away with a cry. They flew and flew, and I watched until their backs disappeared and my tears flowed out.