2.500-word composition Continue to buy baked sweet potatoes.
The weather is gloomy and there is no sunshine. Continuous cloudy days get on my nerves. The Chinese New Year is coming, but there is no proper celebration.
It's noon, and my mother hasn't come back from the shop yet. At this time, my stomach has begun to growl, but I am still waiting, because I still have a belief in my heart-bear it for a while, and she will come back. Time passes by minute by minute, and in a blink of an eye, it passes by little by little. It seems that there is little hope. So he is going out to buy something to eat.
Just out of the gate, I saw the familiar baked sweet potato stove, and the shivering old man was sitting reading the newspaper. After noon, there were only sparse figures on the road, and even cars were much less. Only his sweet potato stove is smoking and smells attractive. Maybe the sweet potatoes are not sold out, or maybe the contents of the newspaper are too wonderful for him to collect.
I stepped forward quickly, glad that I came at the right time.
"Master, do you still have sweet potatoes?" I asked.
""He stood up. "What size do you want?"
"two similar"
"All right," he said, turning over in the sweet potato stove with two big sweet potatoes in his hand.
I may not be able to eat with this head. Just want to talk, uncle has quickly weighed it out.
"Young man, five dollars." The old man said with a smile. When it was installed, he took out a small one and put it in. "I'll give you another one. It won't sell out anyway."
I can't help it I seem to have lost my dinner. When I paid, I found that I only brought 4 yuan, and I didn't intend to buy that much.
"Well, I brought four pieces. Tell you what, I'll take it down for you later. "
After that, I trotted home, put down the sweet potato and took another yuan. When I appeared again, the old man was still reading the newspaper. When I handed him the money, he seemed surprised and smiled.
"Thank you!"
I'm at a loss. I opened my mouth to say something, but I only sent out a meaningless note.
"er"
He ran home again.
I don't know what he thanked me for, but I enjoyed the meal very much.
Continue to write a composition of about 500 words. After the teacher finished speaking, the whole classroom seemed quiet.
The teacher's words "She comes from Beichuan County, an earthquake-stricken area, and her parents are separated" seem to suddenly reverberate in every corner of the classroom and in our ears. Although we have never experienced an earthquake, we also know what it means to lose our parents in an earthquake. For those of us who sit in spacious classrooms and grow up in a carefree environment, this earthquake will let us know that we should cherish everyone in our lives and be happy every time.
This classmate has come, and our classmates will regard her as their friend and let her know that no matter what difficulties, China people are actually a family. I just want to use my warm applause to represent my inner welcome and welcome my compatriots in Beichuan. I believe that with our joint efforts, we will definitely rebuild a better home! (The content can be modified according to your own situation).
4. There are two kinds of people who write more than 500 words after school (1). The sky is blue and gray, and the violent sun bakes the ground hot; On the road, people come and go, and the flow is endless. Flute, * * and laughter blend together to form the most beautiful music. Suddenly, I heard a bang, which disturbed the music. Oh, that must be an accident! At that intersection, a big man collided with a middle-aged man with glasses and a suit. Alas, the quarrel of red face and thick neck is inevitable again.
I stopped to see what had happened. I saw that big fellow, a carp, stood up. He doesn't want to dust himself or help clean his car. Instead, he quickly helped the middle-aged man up and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, comrade, did you fall?" The middle-aged man adjusted his glasses without care and said with a smile, "Young man, it doesn't matter. How are you? " ? Oh, your clothes ... "I looked at the man's clothes: it's a pity that the brand-new clothes were torn." But this man doesn't care about his clothes. He quickly picked up the middle-aged man's bicycle, put on the wheels, put on the brakes and rode it for a walk. Then he said, "the bike is ok, but it can still be ridden." "When the middle-aged man saw it, he helped the man get on the bus, then pushed his glasses and said," What about your clothes? " "It's okay, I rode too hard to hit you. "A car accident ended easily without the participation of the police.
All the onlookers were muttering, "If we were all like them, we wouldn't quarrel and the society would be much calmer."
"Yes, be tolerant and civilized!"
People's voices are getting farther and farther away from me, and my thoughts unconsciously flew to another place, to a car accident I witnessed last year.
It was an autumn afternoon. The weather is clear and sunny, the sky is gloomy, and yellow leaves float down like butterflies. I walked to the park on the carpet paved with fallen leaves. Hearing the quarrels and shouts in front of me, curiosity drove me to have a look. It turned out that two bicycles collided and the car was staggered to one side. The two hosts are still blushing and quarreling with each other. I looked at the two of them and found that they were not injured except for some mud on their bodies and some skin abrasions on their hands. In that case, what is there to argue about? There are more and more people watching, three floors inside and three floors outside, and it is packed. The originally wide road became crowded and disorderly. The two people who quarreled didn't want to stop at all, but the more they quarreled, the more energetic they became. Finally, I waited for the traffic police to end the quarrel!
Since we long for beauty, we should first turn goodwill into sunshine and rain to nourish the hearts of others. We should learn to be tolerant and care for others, so that we will be cared for by others, whether in study or in life. A little more tolerance and understanding will bring our hearts closer. These two things not only reflect the rapid development of society, but also reflect the vigorous development of morality and civilization!
The breeze gently brushed my face and brought me a touch of freshness. I can't help feeling: now the motherland is bathed in the breeze of civilization!
5. Continue to write a composition of about 500 words. My mother bought two fluffy chickens with golden feathers. My brother and I fought to touch them. They are soft and comfortable, like two fluffy balls. The chicken has a sharp mouth and keeps chirping. So I named them Gigi and Ji Zha.
When I first came, the chicken was locked in a box by my mother. It's dark, and my frightened eyes often wander. Especially at night, I often make harsh cries. I lay in bed with mixed feelings. How can such a small chicken leave its mother's arms? So I decided to hold the chickens on my bed and give them some warmth. One night, I got up secretly and put one of the chickens on the bed secretly. As a result, the other chicken crowed even harder and was soon discovered by my mother. My mother said that chickens will soon adapt to the new environment and can't be held around. It's too unsanitary.
Grandpa sliced rape leaves, or soaked millet in water to feed chickens. I found that chickens can really eat, and I have to feed them several times a day. But at the same time, I found that grandpa never gave the chicken water. One day, I took the liberty of taking a plate from the kitchen, filling it with water and gently putting it in the box. But grandpa found it right away. He smiled and said to me: chickens don't need to drink water, but the water in the leaves is enough. Mom also made a big mistake. One morning, the chicken chirped. Mother impatiently went to the refrigerator to get some leftovers for the chicken. After grandpa got up, he quickly changed the leftovers into millet. I still don't understand why chickens can't eat leftovers. Grandpa only said that if we ate leftovers and drank water, the chicken would soon be spoiled by us. When it is a little bigger, the golden hair on the chicken fades and grows new feathers. They can't fit in this little box any more. Chickens often flap their wings and jump out of the box. Dad brought back a big box from work, and the chicken had a new home. But chickens seem to hate the life on death row. They long for freedom and carefree life. Therefore, whenever they see me coming home from school, they will chirp at me, as if to say: take me out and set me free. As long as it doesn't rain, our family will take the chicken to the garden. As soon as the box came out, the chicken fluttered excitedly on the grass and began to look for bugs to eat. They run around. Sometimes, they will argue and fight over a bug. Once, I saw Gigi open his eyes wide and pounce on Haw, who hid from the left and flashed from the right. Finally, she couldn't resist Ji Ji's attack and fled in defeat. The dispute between them is no less than the war between me and my brother. Chatting often forgets the time to go home, so our family of four had to copy four loaves of bread before being escorted home. Of course, chirp also brings a lot of fun to children my age in the community.
Chicken shit is really strange and smelly. Although grandpa changes their newspapers every day, I can't stand it any longer. I grabbed Gigi and went to the bathroom, turned on the tap and prepared to give it a bath. Unexpectedly, Yang Yang secretly complained to Grandpa, who reprimanded me and said, If you do this a few more times, the chicken will die.
Alas, it's not easy to take care of chickens! I don't want the chicken to die. Their growth bit by bit has condensed the painstaking efforts of my brothers. My feelings for them are growing day by day. Recently, I often hear my parents discuss the fate of chickens. Father said he would raise them for another two months and then kill them for his brothers to eat. I think he's tough enough. I hope they grow up quickly and lay eggs as soon as possible.
6. The poor continue to write the 500-word composition "The Poor" and continue to write "Look, they are coming."
Sang Na opened the curtains. "God has the virtue of living well. For Simon, no matter how hard life is, I will bring them up. "
The fisherman raised his fist in the air. "Yes, for Simon's sake, we must treat them like adults."
Sang Na nodded in agreement. A few years later, two innocent and lovely children grew up.
The older one is called Sisang, and the younger one is called Mona. They thought of their forgotten mother.
He asked Sang Na, "Aunt Sang Na, where is my mother? When can I see my mother? Where is she now? " Sang Na gritted his teeth and fought back tears, saying, "Your mother is in heaven with your father now. The kingdom of heaven is far away, and it will be a long time before your mother can pick you up. "
"Where is the kingdom of heaven, Aunt Sana, can you take me there?" Sisang is very eager to see her mother in heaven. Sang Na finally unbearable. She said to the little boy in tears and trembling voice, "I don't know where the kingdom of heaven is, only your mother knows."
The little boy lowered his head and said, "Aunt Sang Na, why are you crying? Did I make you angry? Sorry. " Sang Na dried her tears and said, "No, you didn't make me angry. I have sand in my eyes. "
Sang Na went on to say, "Why don't I be your mother before your mother comes back?" "good! All right! You be my mother, be my mother! Call Sang Na's mother. The boy jumped up and clapped his hands for joy.
It's been several years. Sang Na is worried, and more and more worried. She was worried about the moment when the truth came out.
Because children grow up day by day and understand day by day, how long can they hide it? She is more afraid that her two children will hate her because she didn't tell them the truth. The moment of worry has really come.
Couples who have been frightened for more than ten years are chatting in the kitchen. "Children grow up day by day and become sensible day by day. I'm really afraid I can't hide. "
Sang Na is a little scared. But the fisherman said very calmly, "Don't mention the word Simon again as long as you need it."
We cannot conceal the fact that Simon is dead. "The conversation between the two couples was heard by Sisang who didn't sleep.
Sisang rushed into the kitchen, puffed out his chest and tried to ask about his mother. Sang Na had to tell Sisang the whole story and take him to visit his mother.
Sisang not only didn't blame them, on the contrary, they became closer. Because Sisang has lost a mother, he doesn't want to lose a second mother.
Later, Sisang also became a fisherman. He never mentioned his mother again, and the family lived a happy life happily.
7. Continue to write an article of about 500 words.
Today's exam results have come down. When I read the Chinese test paper, the teacher approved two bright red words: 59. The teacher said something that suffocated me: "Go home and let your parents sign it!" I couldn't speak for a long time, but just stood there and waited for a while.
I didn't attend class all day today. I just feel like thunder, tears are about to fall. I don't want to mention how uncomfortable I am. Jia Jia won the first place in the exam, and Xiao Xin won the second place. Even Xiao Ji, who has the worst grades, is better than me 1 point. My heart is full of arrows, and I am always alive and kicking.
Ding-ding, class is over, and I walk forward with heavy legs. Ordinary streets seem quiet, ordinary trees are listless, ordinary birds seem unhappy, and ordinary grass is no longer so active. They all seem to scold me. Mine is like a knife. Familiar doors make me afraid to go in. The little question mark in my heart began to ask me, "Why did you do so badly in the exam?" Why can't you be more careful? Why are you afraid to go in? Don't you want to go in? "I opened the door and stepped in with one foot, and the other foot couldn't take a step forward for a long time." Sisi, what's the matter ""no ... nothing. " I sighed. After that, I entered the room. I grabbed the paper in my schoolbag with both hands and dared not take it out. Usually, a 95-point paper is extremely light, but a 59-point paper is extremely heavy. As long as I turn my head. Later, I quietly put a letter on my mother's bedside. In the evening, I vaguely heard: "How did you do so badly in the exam? This is the first time. My daughter will be heartbroken. Let's go and see her and comfort her. "I ran back to my room and pretended to be asleep. That night, I slept with tears in my eyes. When I woke up, I saw the signed 59-point test paper, and there was a letter next to it, which said, son, don't be sad and start over, okay? -Mom and Dad.
Everything started again and became a torch in my heart.
8. Puppet continues to write 500 words. Since the puppet has all human expressions, he walks happily on the wide road. The sun shone on him, warm and comfortable.
Little red fox swaggered along and bumped into a puppet. "ouch." Little red fox fell down and said angrily, "What guy with no eyes dares to hit me and is impatient?" "I'm sorry." The puppet said guiltily. Little red fox stood up and said, "It's a rotten piece of wood, hum!" " The puppet stamped his foot in anger and said, "Don't look down on people too much. Give me back my red backpack. " Little red fox stood proudly with her head held high. The puppet flew into a rage and shouted, "Give me back my backpack!" " "Little Red Fox saw that the puppet's hat was beautiful, and immediately grabbed it and accepted it without saying anything." Little red fox, you didn't return my backpack and robbed my hat. "The puppet grabbed the little red fox's tail and said," Give it back! " "
Officer Xiong saw it and shouted, "You little guy, didn't you teach you enough last time?" Now I'm stealing the little red fox's hat. "Said to pull them away." I didn't steal its hat, it's mine. "The puppet began to cry. Little red fox began to play. "Officer Xiong, don't believe his lies. He is very cunning. Do not believe, believe me! ""It pretended to cry. The puppet whispered to Officer Xiong, "Officer, there must be a hole in this hat, because the last time I was thrown out, I threw a small hole. Please show me the logo of this hat. " Officer Xiong asked Little Red Fox, "What's the mark on this hat?" Little red fox said, "Is there a crease? Wrong. Is there dust? No ... "Officer Xiong found a small hole. After a while, he found it. Officer Xiong wants to take Little Red Fox to the police station. The puppet says, "Let it go, officer, as long as he knows his mistake and can correct it." Little Red Fox said shamefully, "Puppet, I have treated you like this, but you are so kind to me. Sorry. " The puppet said, "Never mind, let's be good friends!" " ""No problem, let's go and play. " In this way, the puppet and the little red fox became good friends. They are inseparable and never quarrel.
To be a man, you should know how to be tolerant. Only tolerance can resolve all contradictions. Only tolerance can make good friends.
9. Continuing to write a composition crushed his small wooden boat. Soon the bell rang and we all went to the classroom. The teacher asked us to teach ourselves.
At that time, our relationship was very stiff and we ignored each other. My deskmate drew the 38th parallel with a pencil, which is also the reason why we often quarrel.
Today he invaded again, so we started to fight. We're all hurt. Just as we were about to hit him, the Chinese teacher came. I snorted and stomped on him. He rubbed his wound there and gave me a look.
"Students, today we are writing new words. Please take out your books and turn to page 54. " I took out my book and turned to that lesson.
"Oh, no, my book is gone." My deskmate blushed. "It is careless. I forgot to bring it. "
I gloated on the side and thought: haha, karma, see what you do! "Lend me your book." He buried his head and said.
Why? I took the book instead of showing it to him. In the afternoon, the teacher criticized him and told him to go back and write new words five times. I applaud and feel happy.
He just looked at me. The next day in math class, I reached into my schoolbag and felt for my textbook as usual, but the schoolbag was empty and there was nothing.
Ah! What to do! I forgot to bring my math book! "Students, today we will do the oral calculation of 10 1 page." Oh, it's my own fault to resign, and he can't lend it to me! I glanced at my deskmate and buried my head.
"What's the matter with you, don't you have a book? I'll lend you the book. " He smiled at me and handed me the book.
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I read this sentence again and again. Suddenly I remembered that my deskmate lent me this book. What should he use? I saw him copying exercises with a notebook and smiled at me slightly: "I hope we can all remember the word' tolerance' so that we can live in harmony!" He picked up the eraser and gently erased the 38th parallel on the table.
I pushed the book over and said, "Let's do it together!" So, each of us made a topic and had a good time. On the way after school, I have been thinking to myself that tolerance is a virtue ... I have read this sentence again and again, and I feel infinite admiration for my deskmate.
Yes, each of us should be tolerant.
10. Continue to write a 500-word composition-the responsibility is that the first sunshine shines in front of the window in the morning, and the reading sounds are heard; Responsibility is the sound of "rustling" sweeping the floor in the hot sun at noon; The responsibility is that when the campus is silent at night, when you hear the sound of writing with a brush, the students wave goodbye to each other and end today's happy and short campus time.
At this time, there is a class that talks endlessly, which is my class. The head teacher spoke meticulously in front of the blackboard, but the fatigue of the day made the following people involuntarily, and a series of discussions appeared.
At this time, the teacher's voice gradually dropped. He also stopped writing and turned around slowly. A tired and old face appeared in front of us. Then, in a low, weak voice, she said, "All right ..." We also temporarily stopped the wave of words.
"I haven't known myself since junior high school?" The head teacher scolded us and we were silent. Then, the teacher's words penetrated my heart and made me think deeply for a long time.
"I have to change more than 200 homework a day!" "More than two hundred copies! ? "In an instant, my whole body's blood boiled like water in a pot, and my heart was conquered by an invisible force. Teacher, this sacred profession stands in my heart! " Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. "
Teachers, an ordinary but great profession, cultivate the next generation with their responsibilities and support the pillars of the new generation with their responsibilities. It is better to keep it in mind than to keep it in mind. Better carry it on your shoulder. It may not make the future as bright as a lamp.
At that moment, I also silently shouldered the responsibility with my shoulders, not seeking to save lives like a doctor; Do not seek to be as conscientious as a teacher; Do not seek to be as influential as literati; Don't let a star shock the world like that. Let your life shine and welcome the most beautiful sunshine tomorrow.
At that time, I understood what responsibility was.