I am a stubborn girl with a bad personality and easily get angry. In class, I will fight with my classmates because of some trivial things, which makes my classmates afraid of me, and boys are no exception. One thing changed me.
At that time, I was just a junior high school student. I once came to my class to do my homework at noon. When I first started school, I was very happy every day, humming a ditty and skipping to class, but the sight in front of me made me furious.
I don't know who messed up the books I put neatly on the table, and the bookshelf I put before fell there. I went to my seat and the two boys sitting in front of me looked at me apologetically.
My anger seemed to abate, and then the two boys apologized to me. They said they accidentally knocked me down when they were making trouble just now.
I just want to avenge my book, but it suddenly occurred to me that the vows I made during my summer vacation should be gentle and empathetic. I think they are all unintentional, so let's cut them some slack!
The two of them were relieved and went to play again. I don't know why. Although I didn't avenge my book, I seem happier than after revenge.
Another time, I just bought a pair of shoes from a shoe store. I regard that pair of shoes as a treasure, because they are new this year, and they seem to be particularly cool to wear.
And that afternoon, I went to the canteen to eat, because there were many people, and my shoes were trampled. I was very angry. I looked up and it was my deskmate. We just quarreled two days ago, and now we are in a cold war.
I thought he did it on purpose, but I didn't expect him to apologize to me again and again and give me this extraordinary meal. I used to throw his rice on the floor, but I didn't. I restrained myself. I was moved by his behavior. I said to him: It doesn't matter. Thank you. ?
In fact, sometimes we don't have to win to be happy. In fact, sometimes, if we can take a step back and be tolerant, then we can calm down a storm. We must learn to change ourselves and make ourselves more popular!
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The author's 500-word composition Part II: Students from Jinzhai
As you must know, Jinzhai, Anhui Province is a very poor place. The students there are eager to go out and see the world. This wish has not failed, has it? Hope the old man? Grandpa Zhou Huosheng realized this. He led 20 children from Jinzhai to Kunshan?
On the afternoon of July 1 1, some students of our little host newspaper each received a Jinzhai child, and I also had one.
This little classmate is called Zhu Jing, with short black hair, a pair of god-like single eyelids and a delicate mouth. As soon as she came, we took her to eat a delicious and invincible KFC family bucket meal. She said that there is no KFC in Jinzhai, but she has seen it on TV and never really eaten it. Today, she finally ate. After dinner, we bought her a new dress in RT Mart. This dress is pink with Mickey Mouse pattern on the chest, which is very nice.
After several chats, I realized that when Zhu Jing was still in kindergarten, his mother died of cancer, and his mother's love also left him ~ ~ Her father later found a stepmother, and two more children were added at home. Her father is now a construction worker in Nanjing, and his income is not high. The New Year's lucky money is only five yuan, unlike some of our parents who give hundreds and some give thousands! I didn't come back until two or three days later and left again. It's really hard at home.
Now I am studying in Jinzhai Hope Primary School. School bags, clothes and pants are the cheapest. Unlike us, buying a pair of shoes is hundreds of famous brands, and you have to pick and choose to see those beautiful ones.
I don't know how to live if I let the children in our city live there for a day or two! ! ! ! !
This is my friend in Jinzhai, Zhu Jing.
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Write a 500-word composition Part III: Obedient Dad
My father has a pair of small round black eyes. Under the eyes of the public is a? High nose? A big mouth suddenly appeared under the nose, giving people a terrible feeling. The biggest difference between me and my father is that my hair has grown, while my father's hair has grown. His hair is very black. He is 42 years old this year, but he feels only 308 or 99 years old!
Don't think my dad is handsome. He is also honest at home and listens to his mother.
One Saturday, it was Women's Day, and we went to the park for a day. I just got home at night, and everyone was fascinated by watching TV after dinner. Suddenly, my mother screamed loudly: Ah! I went out to play all day today and forgot to wash clothes. ? Mom looked at Dad and smiled (meaning that she wanted Dad to wash clothes).
We thought dad would say, forget it, it's getting dark. I will wash it tomorrow morning! ? Then mom will say:? I just don't want to wash clothes. I'm going out to play tomorrow, where do I have time to wash clothes?
But dad's words were unexpected: ok! Mom, I'll wash it right away! ? Before the words were finished, my father immediately stood up and ran to the pool to wash clothes seriously, even unwilling to watch such a wonderful TV program. Mom also ordered:? Remember, be sure to wash it, or I'll let you wash it tomorrow. ? Dad washes clothes in such a sleepy situation. What is even more admirable is that the next morning, it was very clean. I am proud of having such a good father!
This is my unusual father, an obedient and conscientious father!
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Write a 500-word composition Part IV: I am by no means ordinary.
Perhaps, I am not particularly eye-catching in the crowd, but when I think about it carefully, I find that both my appearance and personality have my unique side, such as black hair and watery eyes, which reveal a little cuteness from top to bottom.
Actually, I'm rather timid. Sometimes a puppy barks at me twice, and I turn pale with fear. Speaking of which, I am still a dog. Every time I go out to play, I dare not watch some thrilling games; Or sometimes, my screams suddenly came from home, and I called dad because I saw a bug?
I love to laugh, and I often laugh brighter than the sun. Humor cells are everywhere in my body. My laughter can be heard almost everywhere, and all the wonderful jokes can make people laugh.
Laughter is part of my life, and the other part is of course crying.
Come to think of it, I am also a delicate girl. When you encounter some setbacks and can't stand it, two lines of tears will flow downwards, just like the eruption of spring water, and you want to find someone to vent while crying.
In my father's eyes, I still have some savage colors.
Right? Dad teased me and patted me. I glared and stepped on him, with a threatening tone? Warning? He:? Please don't come here! I have practiced Taekwondo. ? If one day I get up earlier than him, I will run to his bed at the speed of rocket rising. Without saying anything, I will lift his quilt to my side, sometimes put some water on his face, or fight with him for a while until he gets up.
Laughter, crying, timidity, humor and naughty are the spices of my life, and I don't lack anything. This is me!
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Write a composition in 500 words. Chapter 5: Sisters
I like drawing very much since I was a child, but what I draw is always hated by others. My friends and parents always criticize my paintings or tell me not to waste time on painting. But when I am sad, after all, only you reach out and help me. I think it's good to meet you in a slow life.
You look at my paintings with your eyes, often praise me, and try your best to teach me more painting skills. You let me feel the beauty of the world and the happiness of life.
You hold me in your hand and dry the tears from my eyes. Your hand, emitting light and heat, reflects the sunshine of the grass in the blue sky, warms my shivering and cold body, and makes me discover the warmth of the world and the value of family.
But I often don't know how to cherish the time with you. I just blindly asked to be with you. When you are busy, I always pester you willfully, which not only causes you trouble, but also makes you feel deprived of your freedom.
Can you let me know how to cherish all the good times with you, and I also want to tell you? Thank you. ? Although I will always accompany you in the hard life, I don't know that you have left me slowly now, but you saved my fragile mind at that time and broadened my horizons!
I grew up with your company. If I can spread the warmth you taught me to the world, or make people around me feel happy, I have to thank you for your gentleness. If I can find happiness in life and cherish it, I will thank you for your help.
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Write a 500-word essay 6: Dad is back.
This year is the second year of work. I am a nurse. I work in a county hospital. My daily work is dispensing medicine, inserting needles and nursing. The key patients are the elderly, either mentally ill or demented. The department I'm waiting for is called neurology.
I didn't adapt when I first went to work, because working away from home was really a big test for a girl, because I had to rent a house myself and pay attention to my own safety. The important thing is that there is no one to talk to when I am angry in the hospital. You can imagine what it's like to be scolded by the patient's family, so whenever I get angry, I will call my father. My father always comforts me and says that since I have chosen a nurse, I must be patient. I always meet my father outside the department the day after I call. I think this is my happiest moment.
Today, I was scolded by an old man for no reason, saying that a little nurse didn't know how to take care of patients. I was very angry. Afterwards, I called my father. Of course, I met my father the next day. I told him a lot, all complaining. After hearing this, my father said nothing but smiled and said, Come on, daughter. After dinner, I insisted on sending him to the ground floor of the hospital building. I watched him leave and arrived at the hospital gate. He pulled up a small tricycle, only to see him forcibly lift one leg and then hold the frame of the car. This action was deeply imprinted in my mind, and I found that my father was really old and tears could not stop flowing downwards.
Daughter will cheer.
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Write a composition in 500 words. Little foreigner? Father's brother's daughter
A pair of bright eyes, a small cherry mouth embedded in that charming big face, a straight nose and two big moles between the necks. Her hair is naturally curly and yellow, and everyone calls her a little foreigner.
Today, my mother told me that my cousin wanted it. I jumped three feet with joy, and I felt an indescribable pleasure in my heart, but I felt that disaster was coming.
? Cousin, long time no see, I'm so glad to see you! ? My cousin hugged me in a big circle as soon as she entered the room. My feelings are right. I'm embarrassed to smile.
She looked around and said, Your home has become beautiful! ? I thought to myself:? There is nothing to pursue, either rape or theft. What does she want? Her eyes lit up when she saw my beloved Barbie doll. She pointed to Barbie and said, Dear cousin, this Barbie doll is great. Sister, good sister, just lend her to me for fun. I have no choice but to agree. My little Barbie, you will suffer! ? I don't want to see my doll.
After a while, I saw my little Barbie doll being? Cut down five horses? Yes
Ten minutes later, my little Barbie painted her feet with nail polish.
? My little Barbie, huh? , whoops! ?
My cousin saw me and said with a sense of accomplishment, Cousin, your Barbie has no shoes, so I made her a pair. ? She said innocently, pointing to the little Barbie with nail polish.
I can't laugh and cry, and I can't scold her. I can only hold back. Little cousin, little cousin, and you?
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Write a 500-word essay 8: A person I want to thank.
If mother is a big tree in heaven, I am a young leaf on that tree; If mother is a sea, I am a drop of water in this Wang Yang; If mother is the warm sun, I am a little flower; If my mother is an eagle flying in the sky, I am a chicken without a shell?
I remember once, I was lying in bed with a fever. My mother is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. One minute she put a cold towel on my forehead, the next she ran to get me an antipyretic, and the next she took my temperature? In a short time, bean-sized sweat covered my mother's forehead, and they played like naughty children one after another? Bungee jumping? , across the mother's cheek, fell to the ground.
Another time, I did badly in the exam and got poor grades. When I got home, I silently wrote my homework with a feeling of anxiety. Later I thought: I can hide it for a while, but I can't hide it for a lifetime. Anyway, I still have to sign the paper for my mother. So, I showed my mother the test paper.
Mom looked at my score and frowned. She frowned after reading my wrong question? Pass? Word, scold a way:? How can you be so careless? Most of these wrong questions should not be wrong. There are only two or three typos. What book are you reading? I bowed my head and listened to my mother's reprimand without saying a word. I feel that there are countless bugs crawling in my body, which is very uncomfortable. Suddenly, my mother's reprimand stopped. She sighed and said to me. It's no use wasting your breath with you again. Let's find the cause of the mistake together. ? My mother and I sat in a chair and discussed it. After the guidance of my teacher and mother, I suddenly realized that it was like finding an exit in a dark cave and seeing the light.
Mom, you are the person I want to thank most. You gave me a lot, but I can't repay you. Thank you for raising me so hard and teaching me a lot? In short, I thank you very much. You are more kind to me than the sky, and my love for you is deeper than the sea?