1. That’s it Composition

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In the morning, I came to the classroom early, and I haven’t finished yesterday’s homework yet. It needs to be sorted out before morning reading. I hurriedly put down my schoolbag and stuffed it into the drawer. Suddenly, a beautiful little piece of paper folded into a hexagon slipped from my drawer. I was startled and bent down to pick it up. The paper was folded very delicately, and some fluorescent powder was sprinkled on it. Obviously, such a delicate thing must not have been made by a boy.

What is this? Who gave it to me? Could it be, could it be...? My heart trembled: Yes, it must be! I reached under the drawer and slowly opened the paper. I bent down and took a closer look, and it read: "Your heart/is like a clear pool/but why there are no ripples/I am that wisp of wind/just asking to blow gently from above you..."

What a delicate word!

I looked around subconsciously, then bent down and read the poem carefully over and over again. I felt my cheeks were getting hot, and my mood was so excited that it was difficult to express it in words. .

Who wrote it?

Before I knew it, the students had all arrived, and the morning reading class’s *** also rang. Suddenly, the sound of books in the classroom was loud. I put away the note and took out the English book. Although I looked at the English book, my heart was still on the note.

Who wrote it?

I raised my head and saw Na first. Na is the girl sitting in front of me. She has a ponytail and is reading a book loudly. Did she write it? impossible! I've heard her say that she likes a boy in the next class.

I looked around the classroom, looking at the girls in my class as if they were hunting for prey. Suddenly, I saw Fang holding her chin, looking thoughtful. Could it be written by Fang? I guess so. It can be seen from her expression. Although I can only see her profile, she only knows how to study all day long. Will she write this?

At this time, the English teacher came in from the back door. I quickly picked up the book and read a few sentences at random.

I stopped talking when I saw the English teacher sitting at the desk. I couldn't help but take out the note and read it a few more times. A sense of pride suddenly came up, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" My deskmate suddenly pushed me with his arm.

"No... I didn't think about anything." I hurriedly covered the note with my textbook.

This poem is well written, but it is not something that ordinary girls can write. As for who can write this poem at this level, it seems that only...

Ying ! Yes, just her. She is the representative of our class's Chinese language department and the most recognized beauty in our class. It seems that there is no one else besides her.

I glanced at Chao Ying and found that she was also looking at me. We looked at each other. I got nervous and quickly lowered my head.

Aha, it seems it is her, it must be her. Am I really so charming that I can attract her too? This is not surprising, I have some talent, and I'm not bad looking either...

The *** rang after class.

Suddenly, I saw Ying walking towards my seat. My heart was pounding again. I remembered that I hadn't combed my hair after getting up this morning, so I turned my back, combed my hair, and straightened my collar. Seeing Ying getting closer and closer to me, I stood up like a gentleman and smiled.

Ying stopped next to Na and said to Na: "Don't you want a love poem? I found one for you from the Internet. Did you see it?"

"What, I didn't see it."

"I put it in your drawer this morning.

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"Where? …”

That’s it! 2. A 300-word essay on my favorite novel

From the first grade of elementary school to the present, I have learned countless famous sayings and aphorisms, and they have really benefited me a lot. The shallow one is the well-known saying, "If you read thousands of volumes, you will write like a master." ”.

It is an extremely common saying. Most people have heard of it, but how many people can actually apply it in real life and use it to benefit themselves a lot? ? Everyone’s learning is only based on memorizing it and understanding the meaning of this sentence. To truly learn a useful saying, you need to clone it into real life.

When I was a child, I was very special. I like to listen to stories: the big bad wolf's conspiracy never succeeds, the little goat always uses wisdom to get rid of evil, the princess always gets the prince in the end... There are so many false but beautiful stories, which sometimes make me feel comfortable, and sometimes make me tremble. , sometimes it moved me to tears.

Gradually, I learned to read, got rid of the fairy tales, and began to read books by myself, reading some comics and short stories with pinyin. and books that taught me how to write a diary. They became my best companions. I read each article carefully again and again, so that I could tell the whole story, memorize some beautiful words and use them flexibly in daily life. In my diary. At that time, I especially liked writing diaries, and the teacher’s repeated encouragement became the motivation for my progress.

In the third grade, that is, the year when I started writing essays, it was very important for me to write. Many students would sigh when the teacher assigned them, always thinking that writing was their problem. But I was different. I especially liked writing, and it seemed that all the compositions were beyond my reach. No longer limited to the past, I began to read composition examples from grades 4 and 5, and gradually entered the world of novels. Complete sets of novels have become an indispensable thing in my life. Those fascinating plots often make me forget to eat and sleep.

As I get older, composition has become an indispensable thing in my life. I always want to write something, even one or more paragraphs, and I also think of writing a book with a few friendly friends in my class. , for our beloved "Harry Potter", we imagined his adventures in China...

The four major classics began to enter my life, and "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is my favorite. I read the battle plots over and over again, which made me salivate. I never tire of reading them. I wrote down the beautiful sentences in my notebook. I tried to memorize them and asked him to help me write more. Article.

Like a fish in water, I have been swimming in the ocean of books for many years, greedily sucking the essence of books. Books will accompany me further and let me gain more in writing. ...

No matter what, you must continue reading to the end, so as to "break ten thousand volumes" and strive to "be as if there is a god". 3. Write a 300-word essay based on the story of " ".

A touching story

There are thousands of touching stories in the world, but the story that made me cry is always fresh in my memory.

That was one night. In a family, a kind mother was washing the feet of her 6-year-old son, Xiaoyu, while telling the story of the little duck.

After washing her son's feet, the mother dragged her tired feet. I took another basin of foot-washing water and went to wash grandma's feet.

Xiaoyu happened to see this scene. He thought that when my mother washed my and grandma’s feet, she must not have washed them. Thinking of this, he took a basin and walked towards the bathroom.

When her mother returned to Xiaoyu's room, she found that Xiaoyu was missing. At this time, her mother turned around and found that Xiaoyu was walking towards her with trembling hands carrying a heavy amount of foot washing water.

Xiaoyu walked up to her mother and said, "Mom, wash your feet." Her mother smiled happily after hearing this.

While washing her mother’s feet, Xiao Yu said: “Mom, I will also tell you the story of the little duck.

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Although this story is insignificant, it expresses Xiaoyu’s concern for her mother! 4. Write a 300-word essay based on the story of me and the book

Me and The story of the book

My first book, I can no longer find it, and I don’t have a very deep impression when I recall it. It’s like a luminous pearl in the deep sea. Although it is precious, its light is only vague. A little bit, not very eye-catching, but it really existed without any adulteration, which is of extraordinary significance to me.

Until now, I can’t remember exactly what this book looks like. , I tried my best to remember the clues, each picture was like a layer of sand, very unclear. I vaguely remembered that there were cats, dogs, and an elephant on the top, but I really couldn’t remember the ones below. To this day, I still remember my mother telling me stories by the bedside.

Whenever I was alone at home, I could not help but touch this book, just like I was holding one. Just like a child. If someone was reading a newspaper or a book at home, I would pretend to read it, and sometimes I would even knock it down without even realizing it.

Later, I became literate and could read stories by myself. After reading a book, I really hope that I can read more books and make good friends with more books. Later, I read some literary classics, first the abbreviated version, and then the original works, reading the profound thoughts of ancient literati and reading today's famous writers. The wonderful writing. I read more and more books, and my life became inseparable.

This is the story of me and books. A 300-word essay with the title "I am a writer"

1. Throughout the past and present, at home and abroad, any person's success is inseparable from his or her youthful ideals.

Famous. Physicist Einstein struggled all his life to realize his ideals and finally developed the well-known theory of relativity; Nightingale, the lady with the lamp, was also inspired by her ideals and used her actions to warm the hearts of countless soldiers... Of course , I also have an ideal, that is, to be a writer! In my eyes, being a writer is a sacred thing, sitting at my desk all day long, constantly catching the interesting thoughts that flash through my mind. It is a kind of enjoyment to compile them into articles and then quietly review them several times with excitement.

Besides, the writer's works can bring profits and arouse a group of readers to scream. , isn’t this the best of both worlds? Since I was very young, I have admired those writers and admired their superb writing skills and rich imagination. Just a flick of their pen can turn an ordinary little thing into something. It is so rich and colorful that it is catchy and unforgettable.

Zhu Ziqing's prose "Hurry" made me feel the rush of time, and Mr. Lao She's "Growing Flowers" made me feel even more. I understood the philosophy of life. These beautiful articles inspired my desire to write, which strengthened my determination to be a writer.

Since then, I have been working hard to realize this dream. In order to make this ideal a reality as soon as possible, I devoured famous works and absorbed nutrients from them. A series of works by Hugo, Alexandre Dumas, Dickens... a series of literary superstars passed through my mind, and my writing level continued to improve. .

In the past, I thought writing was a kind of torture, but now, writing is happy and a kind of enjoyment for me. I have realized many philosophies of life that I cannot understand in daily life. Writing has benefited me a lot! Of course, the process from loving writing to becoming a writer is not simple. It will be full of hardships and bitterness.

I remember someone once said that generations of famous figures are both monuments and high walls. Monuments can be admired and followed by future generations, while high walls can make many people fear and shrink back. Therefore, for me, if I want to become a real writer, I must first have a solid foundation.

In my daily study life, I always adhere to this concept, read more, think more, see more, listen more, learn more, and practice more.

Reading more means reading a lot of books, accumulating beautiful words and sentences, and making your works full of poetry; thinking more means being good at analyzing and absorbing when appreciating good works, and applying them creatively to your own works; reading more and listening more means Accumulate the little things in life, select materials you can use from them, and skillfully integrate them into your own works.

Many famous writers have done the same. For example, "Resurrection" is a work based on a story heard by Leo Tolstoy and the tragic real life. The real people or things are more different. It is easy to produce shocking effects; learning more means learning more writing skills, which is the most important. If you only work on words, the articles you write will be empty and flashy; practicing more means writing more frequently, which is the key to improving your writing level. The most important link. In order to realize the ideal of being a real writer, I have been making unremitting efforts in these aspects.

What is ideal? Ideal is the guidepost of life. It can give people the motivation to realize their wishes. Although my ideal seems far away, I believe that through my efforts, this ideal will become a reality in the near future! 2. What is ideal? Ideal is a colorful rainbow, on the other side is the beautiful castle of success; What is ideal? Ideal is a clear stream, leading us to the ocean of knowledge creation. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I read The essay "Leaf Birds" in the magazine said, "The golden fallen leaves flew around in the air like birds, slowly falling to the ground..." At that time, I was thinking about how there could be such a wonderful thing. Statement! In the past few years when I grew up, I read "Hurry" by Zhu Ziqing. The article said, "In the days that are flying away, what can I do in this world of thousands of households? There is only wandering and rushing. , in the rush of more than three thousand days, what is left besides wandering? The past days are like smoke, blown away by the breeze, like the mist being evaporated, what traces do I leave behind? "The author? This endless sentence shocked me deeply and wrote about the preciousness of time.

So, I fell in love with writing, and a seemingly distant ideal took root deep in my young heart. I want to be a writer in the future! Oh, writer, I am blown away by you! Because of you, I can change for this wonderful world. There is a saying: The world lacks beauty, but it lacks the eyes to discover beauty.

Yes, being a writer can discover beauty, enjoy beauty, and record the beauty so that others can enjoy the beauty of nature. Not only can you see the beauty, but you can also record interesting things, so that others can understand various things and people from between the lines, from some vivid stories, and from some ironies that use objects to describe people.

In each sentence of his own writing, he secretly writes about the greed and kindness of some people; he also writes about the corners of society, bit by bit; he writes about people, objects, scenes, and... Uncover the mysteries of the whole world... Being a writer has always been my dream career. I feel that every pen can produce vivid articles. The iron brain is the treasure house of my spiritual knowledge. As soon as I open it, a steady stream of inspiration is like a big stone. I can't finish writing about the spring in the crack, the trickling water. Writing is like a cup of tea, waiting for me to brew and season it... add some spices from time to time, and it is like cooking a pot of evocative chicken soup for the soul.

But it is very difficult to truly become a writer. Last year I tried to write a novel, but then I couldn’t persist because I didn’t have enough knowledge in my mind. So, if your ideal is to be a writer, what should you do? First of all, you should write well, and you should accumulate more in daily life to make the articles rich and colorful, enrich the knowledge in class, and learn the basics solidly. When you are a writer, you must not make typos.

Read more books, collect good words and sentences, feel deep emotions, go out more to see the world and experience it personally. Only in this way can you make your articles colorful, vivid and attractive, and make others read them meaningfully. Interested and relished. In order to become a writer, in order to better appreciate the fragrance of books, and in order to let others read my articles with interest, I must work hard.

6. Writer's composition of 300 words

In the evening, the family sat together and watched TV. The cold wind was blowing outside the house, and I wanted to pour it into the house. My hands and feet already felt cold, and I suddenly felt like it. It turns out it's winter already.

Mom always seemed to have endless things to do and was busy all the time. When she finally finished her work, she sat down and asked me, "Is it cold?" I will always be a little girl in front of my mother. I made an exaggerated gesture to show that I was cold. My mother hurriedly held my hand in her big hand and warmed my hand like she did when she was a child.

My hand felt a slight tingling sensation in my mother's hand. I felt very uncomfortable. I took out my hand and picked up my mother's hand to look at it. It turned out that my mother's hands were all cracked in the winter, and the cracks were deep. The ground is deep, left and right, like a field cracked by lack of water. I was shocked to find that years and years of hard work had carved such heavy marks on my mother's hands that I am afraid they will never be erased.

Tears flowed down unconsciously.

When my mother saw me crying, she hurriedly said distressedly: "My hands are too rough. It hurts you, doesn't it?" I wanted to cry even more. It turns out that there is a kind of pain called heartache. , this kind of pain is many times more painful than physical pain, and it hurts to the bone.

I asked my mother, does your hand hurt?

My mother smiled and answered me that she has been used to it for many years and doesn’t feel any pain anymore.

"Many years"? In my memory, my mother’s hands were soft and warm. Even though they were not tender fingers, in my young heart, they were still the most beautiful hands in the world. My mother's hands are magical. Whenever I stumble and fall, or when it's cold in winter, these hands always touch me gently. With these hands, I am no longer afraid of pain or cold.

My mother’s hands are very capable. She does housework at home and farm work in the fields. Those pickled pickled beans, Chinese cabbage, and fermented fermented bean curd are many times more delicious than those sold on the street. During those difficult economic years, my mother's hand allowed us to spend our childhood happily and grow up happily.

But as I grew up, I saw that my mother’s hands were getting rougher, and various household chores and farm work gradually left traces on them. Especially in winter, when there is cold wind and she has to work in the fields and wash clothes in the water, my mother's hands will crack and even bleed.

I remember when I was in high school, I saw an advertisement for hand cream, which was demonstrated using mother’s hands. In the advertisement, the daughter bought a hand cream for her mother and gave it to her mother. love.

At that time, I equated hand cream with my daughter’s love.

After working, I had my own salary, so I bought some skin care creams, lotions and the like for my mother to use. But because those marks were too deep and I didn't pay attention to maintenance at the beginning, it can no longer be restored. Use hand cream just to moisturize the skin, not too dry, to avoid cracking and bleeding.

Every time I go back to work in the city, I am always reminded to remember to use hand cream, and to wipe it more frequently when exposed to water to protect my hands.

My mother always smiles happily and replies, "I know, you wordy little guy." But I also knew in my heart that my mother agreed verbally, but once she got busy, she would forget it. She has not had this habit for decades, and it is difficult for her to suddenly have to take care of her hands and skin.

So every time I go home, I have to check whether my mother's hand is feeling better. The mother's smile looked a little guilty at this time. She would act like a child, act coquettishly, and find an excuse to pass by. I also knew it would be difficult for her to do it, and I didn't get to the bottom of it.

Every time I see my mother's hands, I always think of those soft mother's hands in TV commercials. I know that my mother once had such beautiful hands. 7. Write a 300-word article

Careless Me

On Sunday morning, I got up early, thinking that today was Monday and I had to go to school. I hurriedly got dressed, washed up, and got ready to go to school.

"Hey".

Suddenly I felt a little cold on my left foot. I lowered my head and looked at it, and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that my left foot was still wearing slippers. At this time, my mother woke up, walked towards me and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? You got up so early!"

I casually responded: "Go to school!"

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"Are you going to school? Are you going to school today? Today is Sunday, not Monday." My mother said to me.

"Isn't today Monday? I remembered it was Monday. How weird?" I said, scratching my head.

"Hey, look at it. Normally, I would say you have a poor memory. Hey, you don't believe it. You are so young. How can it be... true." Mom said angrily.

"Oh, Mom, I'm used to it. Besides, I was so nervous that I didn't even wear shoes." Mom was amused by my words.

"You are so stupid. You are going to school without socks and shoes. Hey, put them on quickly." Mom said.

"Hey, Mom, where are my socks? I can't find them no matter how hard I look for them?"

"Look for them carefully."

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"No, where did it go?"

"Ah, I found it, it's here."

"Did you find it? Where is it? ?"

"Oh, haha, it's actually on the side of my pants. "It turns out that when I took off my pants yesterday, I took them off together with my socks. No wonder.

Alas! Why am I so careless here? 8. A 300-word essay on "What is around me"

Will you remember tomorrow the diary you wrote yesterday..." In the self-study class, when everyone was busy writing, my deskmate was affectionately Singing a song. "Hey, stop making noise, everyone is studying!" "I expressed dissatisfaction with his behavior. Unexpectedly, he said: "Look at you, the future singer will sing "My Deskmate" for you personally, but you don't appreciate it. Fortunately, the Prime Minister, the god of this song, has a strong heart and decided to continue singing for you. You have to listen attentively! "After that, he continued to sing. "I'm speechless. "The above story reflects one of the biggest characteristics of my deskmate: narcissism.

My deskmate was a loan student. I remember when he came here, he stood on the podium and introduced himself shyly: "Everyone good! My name is Tang Wei, and I come from Fujian, a city across the sea from Taiwan. I am very happy to study with you all. I hope you will take care of me! "On these few words, he spoke for a full three minutes, talking about being flushed, sweating, and trembling legs. Ugh! It's a bit exaggerated, but it's more or less the same. I think you feel the same as me. He is very timid!

The teacher arranged for him to be my deskmate. In the process of getting along with him, I gradually changed my view of him.

We were deskmates. On the first day, in order to let him understand that this lady is not easy to mess with, I decided to give him a blow. I have been looking for opportunities...hehe, the opportunity has come! His arm is 0.5 centimeters beyond the 38th line. . I patted the table and said, "Hey, it's over the line." "I looked at him seriously. He looked at me with innocent eyes for a long time and whispered: "My deskmate, I think you are a bit like a housewife. "I should have been more angry, but I couldn't help but laugh. Seeing that my mood improved, he began to get close to me. He was beaming when he spoke, like a musician standing on the stage directing a game. It was only one class break , I actually think he is so cute. Haha. My deskmate is very low-key and caring. Let’s read on.

In the second grade of junior high school, there was a junior student whose family was poor, his father was paralyzed, and his mother had to support the whole family by herself. During a physical examination, the junior student was found to have leukemia, which undoubtedly contributed to his poverty. The family was in trouble. The school youth league committee mobilized everyone to donate money for the medical treatment of the younger brother. As the secretary of the youth league branch, I donated all the pocket money I had saved. Everyone donated five yuan to me. Ten yuan, one person at my desk was the only one who didn’t donate that morning. I asked him, “My deskmate, why don’t you donate? You are the only one left in our class.

I have donated more than 40 yuan! "I showed off to my deskmate. After all, I was the person who donated the most money so far. After hesitating for a while, my deskmate took out the money from his schoolbag and gave it to me. I couldn't help but scream, and my deskmate told me to keep it down. Yes. My deskmate donated not fifty, not one hundred, but a full thousand! My deskmate told me that he sympathized with the younger brother, so he discussed with his parents and donated a thousand. You impressed me. The Youth League Committee teacher will definitely praise you. Unexpectedly, he said, tell the teacher not to praise me. If you praise me, then I will not donate. After discussing with me, I still praised him: a certain classmate in our school actively donated RMB 1,000 in this donation event. I hope everyone can learn from this classmate. Afterwards, I asked my deskmate whether he would like me to handle this matter. Are you satisfied? My deskmate smiled shyly. 9. This book is really wonderful. 300-word essay

This book is really good.

I read many books during this summer vacation. The best thing to read is "Boy Mickey's Desert Adventure" written by Yang Hongying.

This book tells the story of a boy named Mickey who went on an adventure in the desert and met a man on the way. The ostrich named Baba was very willing to be Mickey's guide, so they started exploring the desert.

In this book, Baba, the ostrich, took Mickey to know them. The protagonist Mickey is a studious and inquiring boy. Whenever he encounters something he doesn't understand, he runs to ask Ostrich Baba, and Ostrich Baba will patiently explain it to him.

In this book. The most exciting part in the book is "Eating in Shaxiang". In this story, when Mickey was hungry, he went to a small courtyard and the owner brought Mickey a large bowl of noodles made with mugwort. Next, Ostrich Baba took him to taste many delicacies in the desert. As I watched, I thought: "If I can eat these delicacies, I will be the happiest person in the world!" ". Looking at it, hey! Why is the book wet? It's all caused by saliva!

This book also tells the story of "Ghost Town". Once, Mickey and the Ostrich Baba got separated and spent a day and night in the "ghost town" in the desert. In fact, the "ghost town" in the desert is a wind-eroded city. It was caused by the wind blowing through the sand dunes all the year round and turned into a "ghost town" with howling ghosts and wolves in the middle of the night. That sound was caused by Mingsha.

Once, Mickey was skiing on a sand dune and found various sounds in the dunes, but he searched for a long time and couldn't find the source of the sound. He was surprised that there were no people or other animals here. Where did the sound come from? It turns out that when the sand rubs against each other, it makes various sounds. This is the singing sand.

The plants in the desert include desert cherry, sand allium, pennisetum, and mugwort seeds... The animals in the desert include gerbils, sand foxes, short-legged chickens, and pied snakes... If it weren't for this book, I would have thought Apart from poplar trees and cacti, the only thing in the desert is sand!

This book enriched my knowledge and broadened my horizons. Only after reading this book did I realize that there are so many things in the desert. There are so many weird things!

What do you think of this book? If you think it’s good, go borrow it or buy it and read it! 10. Write a novel! A 500-word essay

I am a student who loves reading. I like to read novels, science fiction, character autobiographies and stories every day when I have nothing to do. For example, one day I read "Little Children." "Flying Carlsson" was very happy and I laughed. Later, I thought that I was still terrible at the time and was too involved. But it gave me a little desire to write my own novel.

How should I write? What should I write about? Many questions are lingering in my mind. The most important question is whether my family agrees.

I think I should write for my dream. Well. But I should write secretly.

So I would stay in my room after coming back from school in the evening, take out my creative notebook and start writing a novel. I am a very smart person, and sometimes when I was writing I heard my mother shout "What are you doing?" I thought for a while and replied to him. "Reading a book!" She stopped asking.

Occasionally, I suddenly feel someone behind me. When I turn around, it turns out to be my mother. When did she open the door? Will I reveal my secret? Fortunately there was a book on the table and I escaped. In this way, I have been secretly writing my novel.

But there is no such thing as airtight, and my secret was exposed. It was a Friday afternoon and I was writing a novel. Suddenly, my mother walked in and called me to attend cctalk. It turned out that I was so absorbed in the class that I forgot to attend class. I was discovered now, but my mother said that writing novels was a good thing, so there was no need to write in secret. Very good! From now on I will have more time to write without having to be sneaky. Soon I might be able to become a great novelist like Maupassant, Chekhov, or O. Henry.