With the composition "I love-",600 words I love animals. I like many kinds of animals.
However, my favorite animal is the dog.
Dogs have a keen sense of smell and can smell smells that people can't detect.
They can do many things after training.
For example, police dogs can help the police catch bad guys.
Some dogs can also sniff out drugs and bombs hidden in goods.
There are also search and rescue dogs, sheepdogs and so on.
In the icy Arctic, dog sledding is the most convenient means of transportation.
Dogs are loyal and clever. They can understand the orders given by their owners and do as people tell them. Like circus dogs, they can perform all kinds of programs.
Dogs are also very human.
They can feel people's feelings.
If you are happy, it will play with you.
If you are unhappy, it will lick you and make you happy.
Dogs are cute.
Every dog has its own characteristics.
Like retriever (my favorite dog) with golden fur, round and big eyes and a smiling mouth.
Pug with a flat nose seems to have hit a wall.
And Sha Pigou, with hair like sand.
The poodle is small, but its hair is like a lion.
There is also a bulldog with wrinkles on its head and body surface.
I like dogs because they are smart, human and very cute.
Dogs are good friends of human beings.
The 600-word composition, plus my favorite topic, seems to have been moved in a flash. However, that moment can make me remember deeply, make me unforgettable and make me cry! Those days, my heart was dark, and it seemed that I could never cheer up. Grandpa died, and so did my grandfather who loved me the most. My tears have dried up and my eyes are no longer clear. I stare at somewhere all day. The teacher can only sigh frequently when his grades plummet. I don't know from which day, I found several pieces of paper nailed together in my schoolbag, which wrote the key contents of teachers in various subjects. Why did he or she give me an extra note? I never watch it, but I throw it aside every time and keep thinking about my grandfather. The paper piled higher and higher, and it was already thick. Who on earth has such time and perseverance? This mystery, which puzzled me, was finally solved by me after a section on physical education class. On that day, after class in physical education class, I trudged back to the classroom. I just walked into the classroom and saw someone there. Who is that man? I saw that man slowly turn around, and both he and I were surprised. It turned out to be him, the one who had been against me in study! I immediately stepped forward, stared at him and said, "What are you doing? Do you feel sorry for me? Remember, no matter how depraved I am, I don't want your charity! " After that, I took out some pieces of paper that he had just stuffed into my schoolbag and tore it smartly. For an instant, the whole classroom was silent. Without saying a word, he quietly returned to his position and began to bury himself in writing. Soon, a piece of paper flew over. I opened it, and it read such beautiful and clean handwriting: Grandpa will not be happy to see you like this in heaven. Cheer up quickly, no one will compete with me for the first place. I can't. After reading it, I felt very uncomfortable and had a complicated feeling. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I tried not to let them fall. I went to see him again and shouted at him, "Don't worry about my business! If you're not used to it, you're not used to it. Don't interfere with me! Why are you tired of taking the first place? You don't have to show off in front of me! " Leaving the last sentence, I turned back to my seat smartly. He hung his head and said nothing. The next day, I thought there would be no more notes. Unexpectedly, there were two, yesterday and today. Suddenly, tears came out and I woke up ... before that, I was cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart.
A composition on the topic of love 600 words Father's love is a mountain, protecting life; Father's love is fire, which lights the lamp of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the way to lead your life.
I don't know why my father's straight back is bent, why his handsome face is haggard, why his thick black hair is gray, and who my father worked hard for most of his life … until the third grade.
On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I was sitting on the bus, getting off and going home alone. However, I saw a person, shivering in the dark world and the cold wind.
The wind kept blowing his skirts-that's his father! Through the window, I clearly saw my father's white hair, which was not touched by the bright moon, without gorgeous decoration, but white hair, one by one. My father's white hair was blown down by the strong wind again and again, but he stood indomitable. I know who this must be for ... is it my father's white hair or my father's heart constantly crushed and stood up? The car is near the construction site, so I quickly stepped down. Obviously, my father saw me. He stopped blocking the coat in the wind with his fingers and ran quickly to me. His coat completely succumbed to the wind, but he didn't care that the red sweater jumped out of the * * * ran to me in this inexplicable darkness.
At that moment, I clearly saw my father's fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears.
My father gently took my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was clearly a cold big hand. I held my father's hand tightly, but he was too busy to avoid it. "My hands are too cold.
Ignoring my father's dodge, I grasped my cold big hand and knew that I was grasping the wealth of life.
With the aging of life, my father turned into a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, a little fatherly love, accompanied me every day and every second, and accompanied me all my life.
Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will never be poor.
When my father loved me when I was a child, someone asked me if I loved my father or my mother. I would not hesitate to announce loudly: "Love my mother!" " "In my mind, my father is so distant and vague.
My father was born in a mountain village surrounded by mountains. He is the simple and honest son of Dashan. Sixteen-year-old, with the stubbornness and fortitude endowed by the mountains, he set foot on the train going north, resolutely joined the army and left his hometown.
I have a very strange impression of my father since I fell to the ground.
Every time I ask my mother inexplicably, "Why didn't dad want us?" My mother will always hug me lovingly, "because my father shoulders the sacred duty of defending the country."
"Naive thought my father was selfish. Why did my father leave our mother and son alone for the olive green? In my childhood memory, only my mother's kind smile supported my life.
After my father was demobilized, he was transferred to the political and legal department. At that time, I gradually understood.
Twelve years' military career has tempered my father's seriousness and efficiency. He is very strict with me. From study to life, he wants me to be meticulous and meticulous.
The fault of the child is the fault of the father.
His attitude towards me is very harsh, and I hate and fear him even more. I don't understand why he always puts on a serious face to me and why he always scolds me cruelly when I make mistakes. I feel that my father and I are out of place, and there are too many barriers between us.
I seldom talk to my father, let alone communicate with him.
I always tell my mother what I think, and my mother will convincingly analyze the pros and cons with me. My mother is my spiritual pillar, and has been supporting a soaring blue sky for me.
Things have not been solved. Entering the rainy season, my beloved mother died of illness.
When I was young, I suffered from the premature' where will you go' of my relatives, and I was unhappy all day.
The cruel reality made my father old a lot at once, and the grief of losing his wife in middle age was deeply buried in my heart. Several times, I saw him sitting alone in a dark room thinking, and the thick smell of smoke lingered around him. When I couldn't help interrupting my father who was obsessed with thinking, I saw the tears left by ironman's eyes. The man's tears were not gently brushed away because he didn't reach the sad place.
In the later days, my father provoked the burden of the family. The heavy housework and hard work made him breathless, and he became more unsmiling. In the dead of night, his heartfelt cough always wakes me up from my dream, and my father's insomnia sigh makes me burst into tears.
For this broken home, for I have a warm harbor, a woman walked into my family. She is my stepmother.
A virtuous mother keeps the family in good order and lets her father put his mind at work. My father's mood gradually improved, but I became more silent.
I can't accept sudden changes.
Later, a lovely little sister was added to the family. Later, I left this bittersweet home and went to another city to continue my studies.
Too many things and people have made me see clearly, and everything around me has changed.
When I strolled along the picturesque campus tree-lined path and saw carefree children playing with their kind father's hand, my father's burly figure flashed through my mind and my thoughts flew over Qian Shan. Scenes of me getting along with my father keep emerging. At home, my father is always a book I can't understand, but now he is worried about studying in a foreign land.
When I first went home, I was very excited and eager to go home. My father just unfolded his frowning brows, and then his face was as cold as ice.
My heart ached, and my son came home all the way. Why can't he laugh? I don't want anything, just a smile or a few words of caring and attentive, but no, dad will always be as serious as a mountain.
I am really disappointed and heartbroken.
I said nothing to my father in those days. The night before I went back to school, I was rude and deliberately contradicted my mother. My father slapped me mercilessly. I covered my spicy face and went back to my room angrily. The heavy door separated me from my father's world, and my heart was full of resentment.
I bit my lip and controlled myself from crying, but my tears failed me. ...
I like the beauty of the world. I like the continuous drizzle in spring, gently hitting my flower umbrella.
I like the faint tenderness, and I like the tranquility and remoteness.
I like thunder in summer.
When I hid in a small corner of the house, the world became so small.
I like watching my parents run in the rain because they always make me feel warm at home.
I like the cool breeze in autumn.
When I am anxious, it will blow away all my troubles and bring me a comfortable life and peace of mind for a day.
I like children having snowball fights in winter.
When I see their innocent faces, I will also be infected by their enthusiasm.
At that moment, many suns in winter seemed to suddenly burn.
I also like climbing mountains. When you succeed through hard work and breathe fresh air, you will call your family enthusiastically, as if to let people all over the world know that you have reached the top of the mountain.
I like to see the red leaves in Qinling Mountains. When I am in the red maple leaf, listening to the crisp songs of birds and the naughty "performances" of monkeys, I will feel relaxed and happy.
I like my mother's smile. When the smile spreads on her face, I will no longer feel afraid. I will bravely face all the difficulties around me.
I like my sister's watery eyes. Looking at her, I seem to see my naivety and simplicity when I was young.
I like to keep a diary. I like to keep a diary of my mood. When I am angry or happy, I always record what I think and what I do.
Read it again in a few years, it may be funny! I also like taking pictures and recording interesting memories of my childhood.
I like writing on the blackboard. I always feel proud and fulfilled.
..... I like life, and I deeply like being filled with so many likes.
Gorky, my favorite book, once said that books are the ladder of human progress; Shakespeare compared books to nutrition and sunshine; Helen regards books as a ship ... and as a "book fan", I should regard books as my mentor.
It was this tutor who brought me into the palace of writing and let me appreciate the boundless ocean of knowledge. When I was in kindergarten, I read the comic book Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which is a legendary story in my heart. Taoyuan became sworn in three times, visited the thatched cottage and visited Battle of Red Cliffs.
I also understand the saying that "two heads are better than one" and "one of Zhou Yu is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer".
","belly singing empty city plan.
"... when I was in the senior grade of primary school, I read the original Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which is already a masterpiece full of philosophy of life and has extraordinary significance in my heart.
I also have a deeper understanding of the characters inside.
For example, Zhuge Liang, who I admire most, showed his extraordinary intelligence by burning a new field and cursing Wang Lang to death.
Zhang Fei, a valiant soldier who loves the Three Kingdoms, rode on the Changpo Bridge alone as the savior. He wisely seized Wakou and released Yan Yan. Unfortunately, Guan Yu died, lost his wisdom, and whipped soldiers for no reason, which led to his assassination by two young people. With the lives of Huang Zhong, Liu Bei and 750,000 troops in Shu, the situation in Shu plummeted.
It can be seen that when you encounter sad, painful and angry things, you should control your emotions rationally and overcome them with an optimistic attitude. If you are impulsive and the consequences are unimaginable, how happy your childhood is. Treasure hunt in the book, what a wonderful spiritual world! Students, let's act! Let's be a hard-working little bee, dancing among the flowers of the book, adding some vitality to winter. At first, I liked this book very much. It became my closest friend. Every day when I sleep, when I finish my homework and when I am upset, I will watch it in the last section.
This book has become my mentor, our spiritual journey.
Slave life, so I found that I really reached the realm I should have reached a long time ago.
My life is my own, and the principle of being a man is dirty and boring.
Therefore, I am willing to hold the rustling wasteland.
Write a short essay of not less than 600 words on my favorite topic. My favorite season is autumn-some students like the spring when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, some students like the summer when flowers are in full bloom and the sun is scorching, some students like the autumn when the weather is freezing and the university is colorful, and I believe some students like the autumn when fruits are heavy, melons and fruits are fragrant and autumn is crisp.
Sister Qiu waved her wand to make autumn colorful.
Autumn is a harvest season, look! The apples in the orchard over there are big and red, covered with small lanterns.
The big pear in Huang Chengcheng has bent branches, which makes people look like a gourd.
Not to be outdone, the clusters of grapes on the grape rack like pearls and agates make people drool.
Autumn is the harvest season, and the sorghum in the field is red, like a little girl who did something wrong.
The timid corn sister hid in the small quilt of thousands of families, heard the laughter outside, and couldn't help sticking her little head out.
Mother soybean cracked her mouth with laughter. Naughty little soybeans are also eager to enjoy this beautiful autumn scenery ... (Wujiang Zhenze Yilong Redwood-Yilong Literature sz-ylhm) Autumn is the season of flowers, look! Although many flowers have withered, the Chinese rose still has a sweet smile, and the cold-resistant chrysanthemums in Ao Shuang have just opened.
Although chrysanthemum is not as rich as peony and as fragrant as rose, it is a symbol of autumn.
Look! Yellow chrysanthemums like gold, red chrysanthemums like fire, white chrysanthemums like snow and pink chrysanthemums like Chardonnay are in full bloom.
Not to be outdone, those red flowers are separated from each other and look like a burning torch from a distance. The leaves on the ginkgo tree there are blown by the wind, just like butterflies flying in the air.
In autumn, you symbolize maturity and harvest, and you are also the host of the Flower and Tree Concert.
I am infatuated with you, and I praise you. You have brought me endless fun and filled my life with joy.
Write a composition of about 600 words on the topic that I like Chinese. I like reading. Books are the treasure house of knowledge, and books are the source of knowledge.
I remember my mother reading to me every day when I was very young.
After school, my mother still insisted on reading with me every day, and gradually, my interest in reading increased day by day.
Now, I am a real bookworm.
In my home, there are books in many places. I like reading books everywhere in the study, living room, bedroom and toilet.
Whenever I am free, I will pick up a book, read it with relish and greedily absorb the nutrition in it.
Nowadays, reading is an indispensable part of my life.
I have read many books since I was a child: 100,000 Why's, Education of Love, Wandering of a Bitter Child, Little Bean by the Window, Diary of a Laughing Cat, Bronze Sunflower, Ice Fox of a Hound, Children on the Roof ... From these books, I realized that books are our good teachers and friends. It helps us solve difficult problems and gain new knowledge. It inspired us and made us understand the truth of being a man. It tells us what truth, goodness and beauty are, and makes us have a beautiful, kind and positive heart ... Speaking of my reading experience, it is like a pocket of my mood, with endless changes, sometimes I am afraid, sometimes I am worried, sometimes I am happy and sometimes I am sad.
Take The Wandering Story of a Bitter Child as an example. After reading this book, my eyes were moist, and I was deeply moved by what the little hero Remy did in the book.
He was helpless from childhood, living on the streets, and the tempering of life cast his strong character. In the face of life, no matter what difficulties and setbacks, little Remy never gives up easily. Finally, happiness and happiness came to him.
The same is true in learning. Only by overcoming all kinds of difficulties and facing them bravely can we achieve excellent results.
Reading not only enriches my knowledge, broadens my horizons and improves my writing level, but also gives me something that I can't give spiritually.
Books, like an extraordinary warship, take us to the vast world; Books are like a magical mount, which shows us the true meaning of life.
Reading brings me endless pleasure. I like reading!
The 600-word idiom composed of my favorite idiom stories is a phrase with specific meaning formed by people's long-term use and tempering in daily life.
Idioms are very rich, and there is a story behind each idiom.
Some idioms come from ancient fables; Some come from fairy tales; Some come from historical stories or events.
I like idioms and allusions since I was a child, and I am very interested in the allusions behind idioms.
My mother told me the story of "the iron pestle turned into a needle".
According to legend, Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, went out to play before finishing his homework. He passed a stream and saw an old woman grinding a stick. (He was surprised) Li Bai came forward to ask why, and the old woman said, "I am grinding the needle.
"Li Bai was very surprised and moved by the old woman's perseverance.
From this effort, we finally achieved great success.
From this story, I know that you will succeed as long as you have perseverance and are willing to work hard.
Isn't that how we learn? When you encounter a problem, as long as you have perseverance and are willing to study, the problem will be solved.
I used to be afraid of trouble when I did things, and love began and ended.
My father often tells me, "We should learn from small drops of water. Although the water drops are small, we will persevere, and one day' water drops wear through the stone'.
"Every idiom and allusion teaches us a truth.
"Yu Gong Yi Shan" tells us to persevere; Digging the Corner to Borrow Light tells us how to study hard. "Give up the basics" tells us to grasp the main things first.
Some idioms and allusions are full of the imagination of the Chinese nation, such as "Goddess fills the sky" and "Jingwei fills the sea"; Some of them come from historical stories, such as "Serving Life" and "Embattled".
It allows us to know more about the historical changes of the Chinese nation and turn boring history into vivid stories.
Idioms and allusions haunt my ears.
Ah! I see, this is "smelling chickens dancing"; This is "grass and trees are soldiers"; This is "the answer"; This is an idiom story, and its charm makes me irresistible.
It is the crystallization of China's wisdom and the treasure of China culture.
I like classic idiom stories.
I like 600-word compositions. I like nature. It's different from our elaborate carving. Its randomness, debauchery and beauty are so intoxicating. In its embrace, we won't feel bound and pressured. Nature has taught us a lot. Water drops will wear away stones, but it teaches us to do things persistently. Pine trees meet the wind and rain and teach us to be strong; Life in the cracks teaches us to make progress ... in science class, we can remember these lessons better. There are trees in nature, some grow on cliffs, some grow in crevices and some grow in fields. Some are individual trees. I have to praise the power of nature. It provided me with this oasis. In this busy June, I often stop. Or blue words on a white background, all make me intoxicated. Look at the clouds in the sky and think about the future. My mood suddenly brightened a lot-the blue sky was so broad that the white clouds swam away ... "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried by the coming night." Nature draws an intoxicating picture. The painting is very gentle, with a little sadness, thinking that this day has passed like this ... the red sunset. Let me be intoxicated with such a picture forever. Nature soon painted this imaginative painting black, and black covered the whole sky-another masterpiece of nature. But it is this blackening that covers everything. It seems that the whole world has stopped moving and the world has fallen into silence. I enjoy the quiet time alone. There is no need to prove anything. The beauty of nature is beyond our imitation. Maybe that's why I was intoxicated by it.
I like life, life is full of fun.
I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning fog.
I like peace and distance, I like the light and heat without noise. When people sit around the playground in the noon sun, the original and simple image always touches my heart deeply.
I like to step on the narrow mountain road in the spring breeze, and the grass poison is like a delicate red lantern, which is tied politely all the way.
I like to look up at the sharp buds on the treetops. There is a kind of naive pink in the extremely tender yellow-green color ―― it seems ready to give something and show something at any time.
That gentle and pragmatic behavior often teaches me some of the most beautiful truths in silence.
I like to see flat, shiny rice fields.
Tiny seedlings are closely arranged together, like a fluffy blanket, woven from the feathers of many green birds. It always inspires me to lie on it.
I like the long days in summer, and I like to sit alone on the balcony on the hillside at windy dusk.
The rice waves all over the mountains are surging, and the beautiful fragrant rice is tumbling.
Slowly, the gorgeous clouds are washed away, and the soft evening stars are in place one by one.
I like to watch this set. I like to sit in that comfortable box.
I like to see the reeds all over the mountain, and the sad white in the autumn wind.
On the hillside, by the water, the beauty is so bleak.
At that time, Liu told me that he got a poem in his dream: "The misty trees and reeds are all white."
"The artistic conception is beautiful, but the level tone is awkward.
I want to make a quatrain, but I am reluctant to change it.
I want to contact the ancient style, but I can't sing more sentences.
So far, it's just a poem, a beautiful and isolated artistic conception.
I also like dreams, and I like the strange enjoyment in dreams.
I always dream that I can fly over mountains and rivers.
I always dream of strange colors and pleasant images.
I dreamed of brown horses with shining manes flying in the wind.
I dreamed that flocks of wild geese were resting on the beach grass.
I dreamed of the Lotus Sea, which was completely boundless, showing off a vague scarlet at a distance-all this was something I had never seen before.
I can't forget the dream of watching the sunrise in front of a purple mountain ―― the mountain is definitely not purple, but emerald blue, reflecting the rising red sun in Ran Ran, so I invented such a strange mountain scene in my dream.
Of course, I like mountains in real life, too. The long window in my office faces the mountains.
Every time I sit by the window, I always sink into the green, a kind of unspeakable softness.
In the distance, the white cross on the church spire stands tall in the transparent sunlight, holding up the blue sky high.
I also like flowers, no matter what kind, like thin autumn chrysanthemums, rich roses, lonely and clean lilies and long fragrance.
I also like the little wild flowers that are unknown in the deep mountains.
Cross, tree, star and sphere.
I really believe that when God created thousands of flowers, he gave them the same honor.
I like another kind of flower, which blooms on people's smiling cheeks.
When I was in an alley on a cold morning, I smiled and said, "Good morning!" " "I suddenly feel that the world is so kind, my fingers wearing leather gloves no longer feel stiff, and the air is full of goodwill.
When I get to the station and start waiting for the bus, I like to see middle school students with short hair and ears, in high spirits and as happy as birds.
I like their beautiful broad and clear foreheads and lively and clear eyes.
Every time I look at them, it always reminds me of myself and always feels like I am still one of them.
Or simply full of fantasy, or so easily moved.
When I sit at the desk in the office, I like writing!
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