This classmate lied and didn't write a 500-word composition.

1. A 300-word composition describing students' behavior when they lie. She is a beautiful girl. She is a helpful classmate: she is my good friend-Fan Jiawei.

Fan Jiawei is a beautiful girl. She is slim, tall and dark, but this does not affect her beauty at all, but adds a little beauty.

Her eyes are so beautiful: bright black eyes, like two shiny black pearls, and like a pair of black glass balls immersed in clear water. Any part of the steering track is smart and charming.

Plus a pair of glasses with lavender frame, it looks like a "little doctor". She sometimes uses plain headdress to tie a soft and elegant hair behind her head, and her hair is braided like a "little lady".

Fan Jiawei is a good girl who is ready to help others. Once, Fan Jiawei and I were playing Woodenhead.

Suddenly, a little girl accidentally tripped and fell so hard that she couldn't get up for a while. She was about to help when I stopped her and said, "It's not from our class. Whatever. She can't afford it. Let's keep playing. Don't waste time. "

Unexpectedly, her eyebrows twisted into two earthworms. She said angrily to me, "You don't care about other classes, do you?" She is also a member of our school. Think about it, what it's like to fall like this without anyone to help you! "Say that finish, he walked beside the little girl, helped her up and comforted her a few words. The little girl limped back to the classroom.

My face turned red. What a good classmate! What kind classmates! How selfish I am compared with her! She is a good girl who is helpful, but I ... in an art class, I forgot to bring a marker and couldn't draw.

When she saw it, she lent me the watercolor pen without hesitation, but she was criticized. I walked up to him guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so selfish ..." But she said, "It's good to know, and make a good change!" From then on, I got rid of selfishness.

This is my helpful friend. Today is my classmate Ye Hongming's birthday, so I got up early in the morning. After getting up, I prepared a birthday card and a gift for Ye Hongming, then I had breakfast in a hurry and ran to the appointed place with Ye Hongming.

At the appointed place, I found that three students were waiting, but I didn't see the shadow of Ye Hongming. After a while, Ye Hongming came limping. It turned out that he hurt his foot while riding a bike yesterday, so he walked like this.

After all the staff arrived, Ye Hongming started his birthday trip. Ye Hongming will take us to his house to play first.

At his home, we gave Ye Hongming all kinds of birthday presents. Ye Hongming was very happy after receiving the gifts from his classmates.

Ye Hongming turned on the computer and played go-karting with his classmates. Because I'm not interested in driving this computer game, I just read magazines. After playing for about an hour, Ye Hongming's mother took us to eat KFC.

When we arrived at KFC restaurant, we sat down in the place reserved by Ye Hongming's mother. Everyone chose a set meal.

Then most people go to the corner with slides to play cat and mouse. We were tired of playing, and the set meal we just wanted came up, and everyone wolfed it down.

After lunch, Ye Hongming's birthday cake was also served. We all sang a birthday song for him and wished him a happy birthday. Ye Hongming closed his eyes and made a good wish. There is really no room in my stomach, and I have an old Beijing chicken roll to eat, so I packed it.

After eating the cake, KFC restaurant also presented a small gift for everyone. The next activity is that the lame conductor Ye Hongming takes us to Mixiang Lake to play real go-karting.

I didn't expect the staff there to say that some of our classmates didn't reach 1.40 and wouldn't let us play. We argued with him and he scolded us, so we left there in a fit of pique. We changed our plan to go bowling.

Let's go back to Ye Hongming's house to get the bowling cards we need for bowling. In order to save time, we took a taxi to Shenzhen bowling training base this time.

Walking into the stadium, a series of fairways appeared in front of you. This is my first time bowling, and I am a little excited. I picked up a ball to play, but was stopped by the administrator there. Because we didn't change our bowling shoes, we should wear professional shoes to play bowling! We put on our bowling shoes quickly and then divided into two teams. My team has Ye Hongming and Li Tuanzhang, and the other team has two friends, Liu Qianqiang and Ye Hongming. We use a ball for each team.

At first, Ye Hongming and Li Tuanchang always missed. When it was my turn, I learned the posture of others and scored a goal. I ended up knocking over six bowling pins. Slowly, Ye Hongming and Li Tuanzhang can also play six or seven bowling pins, but I can't. I am very angry.

It's my turn again This time, I held my breath and aimed at the target, so I threw a ball with all my strength. As a result, I hit a straight hit. Everyone applauded and cheered for me. I'm so happy, because it's the first time in my life that I hit a straight hit! This is also our best performance today. After bowling for an hour, we were too tired to carry the ball. Everyone got into the taxi home exhausted, and Ye Hongming's birthday ended in joy.

I wonder whose birthday is next time? 2. Travel around the mountains and have a good mood. Study and enrich knowledge.

Participating in activities is even more beneficial. "Debate Competition" is a useful activity.

One Friday morning in the third class, it was sunny and sunny. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher walked into the classroom with a big smile on his face, looked around the classroom and said to the students seriously, "Today, we are going to hold a special debate to discuss' How about inviting students to dinner on their birthday?' "Listen to the teacher, there was a commotion in the classroom.

Someone said without hesitation, "Not good!" Some students looked around and then said slowly, "OK." Some students pondered for a while before reluctantly saying, "Not so good."

The teacher smiled and said, "Well, let's start the debate now. I think that the students who invited their classmates to dinner on their birthdays are active and stand on the podium." Students who think it is not good to invite their classmates to dinner on their birthdays are the opposition, sitting in their seats.

Now, please come on stage. "Few students came to power.

So the wonderful debate began. Square.

Write a composition about 500 words about the taste of lying. Some people say that life is like a five-flavor bottle, which is made up of various flavors. We, on the other hand, grow up through experience after experience. I feel more and more deeply that the worst taste is lying.

When I was very young, my mother told the story of the wolf over and over again. So I always believe that a lying child will be eaten by a wolf. Therefore, my trembling lies will always be easily seen through by my mother. Although my mother didn't punish me severely, the fear of being eaten by wolves was engraved in my heart.

Soon, I went to primary school. Finally, I learned from my friends that lying will not be eaten by wolves. However, after I lied more than once, I realized that lying to my mother was more terrible than being eaten by a wolf. My mother hit me hard with a hard plastic comb, leaving a series of raised red scars on my skin. So as soon as I go to school, I will be laughed at by my classmates: "Did your mother invite you to eat noodles again?" But I don't know why I'm so fun, and I lied to my mother again and again that I didn't want to practice piano because I stole things. My mother also beat me black and blue with a comb, a clothes hanger, a skipping rope and a mop stick. The ridicule of the students is also endless. From then on, I remembered the taste of lying, scarred and laughed at.

After I went to middle school, my mother stopped hitting me. Because my mother says I'm grown up and sensible. So I really grew up and seldom lied. It's okay to lie once in a while. Because I have more knowledge, my lying skills are better, and sometimes my mother can't break them. But every time I keep it from my mother, I blame myself. Mother prepared meals at home. She must be waiting for me to come home, right? But I lied to my classmates that there was an exam after school this afternoon because I wanted to go out with her. She must be worried that I can't eat well at school, right? I was brought up by my mother since I was a child. How can I lie to my mother? Mom will be very sad if she knows that her daughter is still lying to her … so I always tell myself not to lie to mom again. That kind of guilt makes me more sad and uneasy than the fear of wolves and the pain of scars!

I never lie. The composition is about 500 words. From now on, I will never lie again.

Perhaps, the devil and the angel are only one step away, and you pulled me back.

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Under the dark blue sky, the moonlight quietly sprinkled on me. The stars blink, as lovely as you. I can't help thinking about that time-

It was a quiet afternoon. I was watching the computer and had a good time. Mom's back. "Xiaojie, didn't I tell you to wash clothes? Why are the clothes still here? " Mom's anger is self-evident. I was so busy playing computer that I forgot everything. What should I do? According to my mother's temper, will I be beaten if I tell the truth? Yes, I must apologize to you, Xiao Hang.

"Mom," I walked up to my mother and said casually, "My brother said I didn't play computer games until I finished washing. None of my business. " I looked down. "Xiao Hang," my mother said suddenly, "why don't you do the laundry?" My brother came out and gave me a meaningful look. My heart is in my throat. If my brother refuses to take responsibility, wouldn't it add fuel to the fire? The younger brother bowed his head and said nothing. Seeing this, my mother asked angrily, "Do you admit your mistake?" My brother is a stubborn man and doesn't move. Mother was so angry that she grabbed a wooden stick and hit her brother's hand hard. "Do you admit your mistake?" Looking at the scar on my brother's hand, I cried. My mother hates people lying. "Brother, admit your mistake." I shouted. Brother is still silent. "Well, you see how I can tidy up you today." Mother raised the stick. The anxiety and guilt in my heart suddenly came, and tears flowed down. My mother hit my brother so hard that I burst into tears. "I was wrong, mom. I wronged my brother. " I cried and shouted.

Mother put down the stick and said, "Why bother? As long as I admit my mistake, I won't hit you. " She gave her brother a loving look and then left. I went to my brother's side and looked at his scarred appearance, and my heart was as uncomfortable as a needle. "Sorry, sorry, please call me back." My brother raised his head, dried my tears and said sincerely, "Nothing, you are my sister. Sister, promise me that you will never lie again, ok? " I nodded again and again. "I swear, I will never lie again." Brother smiled. ...

Flowers grow with leaves, and leaves grow with flowers. Brother, you pulled me to the light and made me stop lying and become honest. You are the best gift from God to my sister.

The stars blinked and smiled. In the moonlight, I remembered that person, that oath, and I smiled. ...

Hey, your composition (lying) describes a person who lied because the teacher didn't do his homework. How humble a sentence is, how many people give up their original integrity and commit irreparable crimes in order to achieve a certain goal.

"If you lie, you must fill this loophole with more lies." I don't know who said this, but it doesn't matter anymore.

As the saying goes, there will be a second or even more lies. If you make mistakes again, you will regret it in the end. I was deeply moved by an incident that happened not long ago, and I will probably never forget it in my life.

That day, I was still sitting in the classroom doing my homework as usual. The teacher went to the front and told us an incredible thing. The general content is that the Sports Committee of our class took fake mobile phones to show off at school, and they were still playing games when the lights were turned off. The night watchman saw it and confiscated the mobile phone. The next day, the class teacher knew, and they got a confession, saying that the mobile phone was found, and they also bought people from the third grade to pretend to be them. The head teacher made him promise not to lie in front of the whole class.

The tears that haven't been dried remind me of an incident that happened in the sixth grade. One afternoon, I secretly played with my grandmother's mobile phone and spent a lot of money. When my grandmother came up, she found that the mobile phone was no longer in its original position and asked me if I had touched her mobile phone. I denied it and said, "I didn't."

Grandma didn't care either. At noon the next day, my mother asked me if I had touched my grandmother's mobile phone. Was it discovered? I answered guiltily, "No ... No, why?" "no?" My mother looked me straight in the eye and saw something, but after all, she was not a detective Conan or Sherlock Holmes and saw nothing.

I avoided my mother's eyes and calmly replied, "Nothing means nothing. Don't you believe me? " But my mother insisted that I play with my mobile phone. I thought with tears in my eyes: Mom really doesn't believe me. Did I pick it up from the garbage, not her own ... I began to think, as if I didn't realize that I was wrong. The scene was silent and the atmosphere was particularly embarrassing. Later, my mother also cried. She said a lot and hoped that I was not a bad boy who lied.

Only then did I realize how wrong I was. My mother went on a hunger strike. How did I convince her? She just won't eat. It was not until I admitted my mistake and promised not to lie again that my mother smiled with relief. Then mother and daughter hugged each other and cried. From now on, I will never lie again. I'm afraid of disappointing my mother, and I'm even more afraid of going astray when I grow up.

In fact, when it comes to lies, it's not all bad. There are also some white lies. I once read in a book that a stranger tricked the stranger into buying delicious food in order to let a girl he didn't know see a bloody car accident. How beautiful this lie is! Finally, I want to say, don't lie and deceive others for a little thing. Of course, except for white lies, don't leave a little regret in your life. Lying will pay the price.

5. A 300-word composition when a classmate lies. She is a beautiful girl. She is a helpful classmate: she is my good friend-Fan Jiawei.