1. A 600-word composition about grievances in Minshui

Now, when I open the box of memory, what is shown in front of me is a drop of tear, and its name is "grievance". This is not an earth-shattering grievance, nor is it a grievance that I feel sorry for myself, but the grievance has carved an indelible mark in my heart.

It was one night when the teacher gave us homework and asked us to check information online. After I finished my homework, I turned on the computer and looked up the information. As soon as I finished checking the information, I heard a knock on the door. Mom opened the door and it turned out that dad was back. He walked to the computer room and saw me sitting on the chair using the computer. He thought I was playing games. Without saying a word, my father pulled me from the computer chair to the sofa like an eagle catching a chicken. When I looked up, my father was already furious. He was furious. Dad said: "Today is not Sunday, why are you playing on the computer!" I was about to explain that I was looking up information rather than playing on the computer, but my father gave me a lesson and said that I could no longer access the Internet. My father and I were red-faced and clenched our fists. I can't explain it clearly, coupled with my father's firm language. I did nothing wrong, but I still shed tears of grievance. "I was looking up information. Why did my father wrongly accuse me? I can't even wash it out even if I jumped into the Yellow River!" I could no longer suppress the anger in my heart and yelled at him with all my strength. There was a loud "bang", I closed the door and rushed into the bedroom, lying on the bed, tears falling silently. Alas, my father’s arbitrary character in situations is really intolerable. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

After a long time, I heard my father’s footsteps. He walked up to me, stroked my head, and said to me kindly: "Look at you pouting, you are still angry with me! I'm sorry, Dad wrongly blamed you." At this time, Dad gave me a The apologetic look was a bit embarrassing, but I decided to forgive my father because of this look. I hope he won't get angry in the future without knowing the ins and outs of things. My anger dissipated and I burst into laughter.

So, I folded this matter quietly, put it in a corner of my heart, and recorded it on the side of my mind. 2. A 600-word essay on tears

Sad tears

The rain always stops, but do human tears always stop? A few hours ago, I was crying in the classroom!

In the morning, I came to school alive and kicking, because the results of the midterm exam were announced today. I always thought that I did well in the exam and could show off to my parents.

However, things backfired. In the third class, Teacher Jiang announced the results of the midterm Chinese exam. The teacher said in that familiar and sweet voice: "...An Jinyi, Chinese language score is 93." At that time, I was a little depressed, but then I thought that although it was not high, it was reasonable. However, when I went to get the paper, Teacher Jiang said to me seriously: "An Jinyi, the essay you took for the exam was copied. The teacher who judged the paper gave you full marks. You didn't deserve a single point, so I gave it to you." Your paper was deducted by 25 points, and you got 68 points." When I heard the news, I was in great pain, but I tried not to cry. I kept saying silently in my heart: "A man will not shed tears lightly, and a man will not shed tears lightly. "However, after class, I still cried, crying so much that my homework and textbooks were hit by the "heavy rain". My classmates sent tissues one after another and advised me not to be too sad. I was thinking: "With this small amount of money, how can I be worthy of my parents who worked for me from morning to night, how can I be worthy of my teachers who taught me all day long, but I copied my essay in the exam..." I was thinking again: "This may be This is a lesson that God has taught me. As the saying goes, one learns from every experience. In what areas should I gain wisdom? "On the way home from school at noon, I was still bursting into tears and even thought about dying. . But then I remembered what my father said: "The most precious thing for a person is life. No matter how difficult and hard you encounter, you must live bravely!"

As soon as I entered the house, I burst into tears.

After learning the reason, my mother did not blame me, but earnestly advised me: "An Yi (my nickname), you have to be strong as a person and don't be dejected in the face of failure; you have to be honest as a person and don't deceive yourself and others." Dad also gave me a gift. I have two common sayings: "Wisdom is a gem. If it is edged with honesty, it will be more splendid. Modesty will benefit, but fullness will cause harm."

After listening to the advice of my parents, I no longer feel sad and shed tears. It's no longer flowing. Because through this lesson, I understand a truth: to be strong, honest and humble. 3. The 600-word essay on tears should not be plagiarized, but should be written by yourself

Points are given, it is absolutely original. Use tears to write strong words

The most exciting thing is that the time has passed and the situation is about to move; touching The deepest thing is the scar deep in my heart. I choose to be strong. Next time, I will not cry again. ——Inscription

Since ancient times, people have believed that tears represent cowardice. Wrong, very wrong. Crying is not because of human cowardice, but because of human sensibility. People have emotions, so they shed tears. Crying is brave and strong. He dares to let others see his pain today, and makes a vow that next time, if something like this happens again, I will not choose to cry again.

Tears represent scars. Whoever loves to cry again and again is willing to tear open his scars and let the world see his pain. Being strong is not just about daring to take challenges and working hard, nor is it just about suppressing inner pain and pretending to be calm. The strongest and bravest people are those who dare to cry and swear not to cry again next time. Yes, be strong, it's that simple.

I checked online that the ingredients of tears include water, inorganic salts, protein, lysozyme, immunoglobulin A, and the complement system. In fact, tears = 50 strong and 50 weak. Some people shed tears for the next time. Strong, but some people shed tears because of eternal cowardice.

Crying may be considered cowardly by some, but in fact, this is not the case. Suppressing the pain in your heart and choosing so-called strength is the behavior of a fool. There is a saying that goes well: If a person does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. Why don't you even give yourself a chance to cry? And to pursue, the so-called face. Weak people will do this, strong people will never do it.

People will always hurt themselves to fulfill others, but hurt their own hearts. Dare to help others is a kind of magnanimity, dare to forgive yourself is a kind of courage, to hurt yourself for something insignificant is a fool. Who wants to be a fool?

Perhaps, I should be grateful for tears, which witness the growth of a person, crying again and again, from ignorance to sensibility to reason. Thank you for the tears and choose to be strong. The tears fell to witness another strength - next time, I won't cry again, it's enough to suffer once. Having never been hurt or hurt before is called a pity, but being hurt twice or being hurt twice is called a fool.

I have cried, cried a lot, because of my decline in studies and the loss of friends. My past was very soft. At that time, when someone said something to me, I couldn't help but cry. At that time, I thought this was called cowardice, so I suppressed the sadness in my heart, fearing that others would call me a crybaby. Tears filled my eyes, and I tried hard not to let them fall. I have also been moved by certain things and cried so much that I tried my best not to be moved or see such a scene. But I found, Xie Jing, you are wrong, you are really wrong. There is no shame in crying, it is called sensibility, not cowardice. However, on some things, I will never cry twice.

Using tears to build a strong wall, I discovered that when I grow up, I will not choose to cry again next time. There is nothing to be afraid of when crying! 4. Write insightful compositions about what happened in the class

In the composition class this afternoon, the teacher did not ask us to write compositions as usual, but said to us with a smile: "Today we are going to take a test. It is a test for knowledgeable primary school students. However, the test time is only 5 minutes. You must read the questions clearly.

Please raise your hands if you want to participate." As soon as he finished speaking, The whole class raised their hands in unison.

The teacher asked everyone again why they wanted to take the test. Some students said they wanted to challenge themselves, some said they wanted to see how their knowledge accumulation was, and some said they were curious... I made a secret decision on the side. I am determined to do well in the exam. This is a good opportunity for self-examination. Finally I got the test paper. I took a look at it and saw that it was not difficult at all, so I started doing it without thinking.

But when I didn't finish, the teacher announced that the time was up and said that no one was allowed to write anymore. The students couldn't help but say "ah".

But this was a dead order from the teacher, and we had to listen. We had to hand in the test papers reluctantly one by one. After handing in the test papers, the students were all talking about it. Some were arguing about the test questions, some were complaining about why the test papers were collected so early, and some were speculating on the purpose of the test... At this moment , the teacher actually started to report the scores.

The results of this exam were disastrous: only 8 students in the class got full marks, and 32 students got 0 points, including me of course. It turns out that this test only requires questions 2 and 3, and the final part of the test paper is clearly written. However, all the students who scored 0 points did more questions because they did not see this requirement.

At this time, I really feel regretful. Now I finally understand the teacher's good intentions. She originally wanted to test our habits and carefulness through such an exam.

Some people say: details determine success or failure, habits change destiny. I want to remember this exam far away and let the bad habits of carelessness disappear from me forever. 5. Write an essay using the name Li Junwei

Qing uses the following materials

Word analysis

Jun: A person with outstanding intelligence: Junjie. Junwei. Also refers to beautiful appearance: handsome. Handsome. Handsome.

Power: showing awe-inspiring courage: power. prestige. authority.

I know he has a handsome character even though he is well-behaved. - Li Bai's "Gift to Monk Xingrong"

A powerful official in Shandong is handsome, so he carries this gift as a gift to people far away. - Li Bai's "Rewarding the Small Officials of Zhongdu with a Wine Fighting Pisces on a Reverse Journey"

In the middle of the day, I sleep in the valley, and my eyes have the power of a hundred steps. - Han Yu's "Tiger Walking"

It's foggy and rainy in the apricot-flowered sky, and the spring is majestic outside the curtain. - Wen Tingyun's "Yangchun Song" 6. A 600-word composition about shedding tears must have both front and back care

Who has not shed tears in life? There are tears of sadness, tears of emotion, tears of grievance, and tears of joy.

One day, Teacher Yang called me into the office, took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and handed it to me. I took a closer look and saw that it was the Chucai Cup award certificate. ah! My essay won an award! When I held the certificate in my hand, I was so excited. I have never been so excited. I was so excited that I didn’t know how to express my heart in any language. Suddenly, tears blurred my eyes, and the silent tears fell line by line. Maybe, this is the expression of excitement and joy?

Thinking back to when I was in the second grade of elementary school, writing essays was so painful for me! The first time I wrote a composition, I wrote for four hours, but I managed to write less than twenty words: "My pencil case is from a video game, and there is a Mickey Mouse on it." Later, in school, Teacher Yang patiently helped me; at home, my father asked me to copy good sentences every day, and he carefully helped me revise every composition. After hard work, I am no longer afraid of writing essays, and I like writing essays more and more. Every composition is the best in the class.

Coming out of the teacher’s office, I wiped away my tears of joy and secretly told myself: As long as I work hard enough, I will succeed.

7. My hometown is in Miluo, a 300-word essay

Clouds in my hometown: Miluo River, Dragon Boat Festival

In my childhood memories,

It was not a wide river In the dry season, the narrowest point of the river is less than twenty or thirty meters.

It is a happy river. Every summer, under the bridge pier, it has always been a paradise for children. The river water is clear and the beach is Soft. Even if you don’t know how to swim, you can lie comfortably in the cold water and let the flowing water wash you away far, far away.

It was still a sad river. Many years ago, she took you After taking away Qu Yuan, who had no talent, one day many years later, she also took away my two little friends, one of whom was the younger brother of the twins. From then on, in my young mind, I seemed to understand what life and death are, and what human ghosts are. Empty road.

It is also an occasionally turbulent river. Almost every few years during the rainy season, the river will overflow the high dam, greeting the towns, villages, and fertile fields along the way.

In my childhood memories,

The folks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are very honest and honest! During the annual Dragon Boat Festival dragon boat race, most of them were shirtless, rowing hard under the scorching sun, shouting, cheering, and shouting. Adults and children were so happy that they never seemed to know what troubles were.

Folks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are very honest! During the annual dragon boat race, they would really take the buns and rice dumplings they made by themselves and throw them into the river without hesitation, just for that distant legend.

In fact, the folks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, It was still very poor at that time. Every year during the "Festival", the young daughters-in-law would go back to their parents' homes, and the gifts were often just rice dumplings, steamed buns, summer fans, and even mugwort. However, the smallness of the gifts never concealed the joy of meeting each other. and the joy of the festival.

Folks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are very pious. Wormwood hanging in front of the door is indispensable. Even some superstitious "soul-calling" rituals are commonplace. In the hearts of the people , has always had its own gods, which have not changed for thousands of years.

Later, at some point, many factories appeared on both sides of the river, and the river became turbid day by day. There were no more swimmers.

Many sand-mining boats appeared, digging holes into the river.

Later, most of the factories closed down, or It was quietly sold at a low price.

Organized dragon boat races began to appear, with a nice name "Cultural platform, economic opera!" So many curious people came here and said it was " International Dragon Boat Festival!" Among them, there are many blond and blue-eyed foreigners who always end up at the end, grinning and giggling!

Until one day, I heard that a certain Koryo ethnic group in the northeast had registered the trademark "Dragon Boat Festival". And Koryo's clothing was being snapped up by urban white-collar workers, and Koryo's tortured meat became " The delicacies and Goryeo TV series have become veritable "tear gases". The tears shed by countless kind-hearted people are enough to form another Miluo River.

River There is a "Quzi Temple" at a corner next to it. I remember the last time I went there, it must have been seven or eight years ago. It was a summer vacation, and I rode a bicycle there alone. I was the only one in the huge ancestral hall. People, as well as the dull gatekeeper, looked at me who was equally curious with curious eyes from time to time. I wandered alone in front of the statue and under the forest of steles for a long time.

When I read "I took a long breath to cover my tears, I was sorry for how difficult the people's livelihood was!" I also felt that I didn't understand the sufferings of the people's livelihood. I was so excited that I couldn't help myself.

Later, I was away from home all year round and never celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival again. However, from time to time, news of the "Dragon Boat Festival" in my hometown would come. The end of the report was always remembered. The mention of "promoting the development of the local economy!" It is unknown whether the economy has developed. What is known is that, like other inland areas, most of the young adults on both sides of the Mijiang River go out to work, rushing and bleeding for their livelihoods. Sweat; and those like me who have read a little bit are mostly wandering on the edge of unfamiliar cities, experiencing the hardships of life.

Occasionally, I will think of dragon boats, my childhood, and my hometown. cloud. 8. That touch of blue, 800-word essay

That touch of blue

The blue sky is only dotted with a few white clouds. Blue and white contrast with each other, but the two simple colors are not It feels monotonous, but has a different kind of elegance. In my opinion, the sky is magical. It changes every day. Every day is a different scenery. Every day is a new sky.

I cannot describe the vastness of the sky. Every time I think that the vastness and blue that I see are just a small corner of the sky, I am filled with deep shock. Although I already know it, Still have that emotion. Looking up, the blue sky above my head is just the tip of the iceberg... Looking into the distance, the sky is getting narrower and lower, and seems to be connected to the mountain peaks in the distance, as if standing on the mountain peaks you can touch the sky with just your hand. But I know very well that it is just an illusion. The distance, the distance... no matter how far away it is, it is the same. The sky is still broad, and this will not change. I am greedy, I want to have a panoramic view of the vast sky, I want to take a complete look at the sky, take a look at the sky that has gone through countless years, and take a look at the sky that has witnessed countless changes. But the fact is that I can't even see the blue of my city, let alone the entire sky.

In ancient times, there was a legend that Pangu opened up the world with an axe, and it was also said that the rainbows and clouds in the sky were transformed from the five-color sky-patching stones used by Nuwa to patch the sky. These myths and legends added a touch of mystery to the sky. color. It is impossible to trace the source of the sky, and there is no way to know it, or in other words, it is not too clear. For some reason, I have a strange feeling for the sky. I can't help but look up from time to time. Sometimes I can see white clouds floating lightly. After taking in the panoramic view of the sky, I lower my head and continue to do what I am doing. Sometimes I will sigh.

When I was a child, I used to move chairs with my cousin, who was a few months younger than me, and lie in an open area and watch the sky. We could just spend an afternoon like this. However, at that time, we did not point to the clouds of different shapes and say things that were similar to them, as is often written in the book. We just looked at them stupidly, and occasionally had conversations like this: "Look, that one runs so fast. It was there just now, and here it is in a moment." "Yes, that one is not slow either." Sometimes they each designate a cloud to compete with to see who can run faster. Thinking about it now, we were really childlike at that time, but we were also full of fun. Nowadays, we are no longer the little ones we were then. We have fewer opportunities to be together, and we have lost that time. Is this sad?

Perhaps it’s a habit I’ve developed since childhood. I look up at the sky several times every day. But now it's not purely appreciation. Sometimes I sigh at it. Maybe it's psychological. I always feel that it can soothe the emotions in my heart. The breeze blows, and my clothes flutter. Looking up at the blue in front of me, I really want to ride the wind back, but I don't belong there, and I don't belong to that blue.

As time goes by, the sky has not aged; everything in the world has changed, but the sky remains clear; as time passes, the love for the sky remains the same. 9. Write an essay with the title I once shed tears. Waiting online

I once shed tears

In life, there are many unforgettable moments, and some are It has been taken away by time, but that moment remains in my mind forever, lingering.

I remember that night, after I took a shower, I put my right foot on the window sill and wiped it as usual and walked out of the shower room. Then I put my left foot on the window sill. Just as I was wiping my left foot At that moment, a frightening scene happened...

My right foot slipped and I heard a "boom" sound. I fell into the bathroom. I was so helpless that I cried out in pain. .

My mother, who was doing laundry, came over after hearing the news. When I saw the newspaper, I was lying in the bathroom crying, and I knew something was wrong. She immediately pulled me up and saw that something was terrible. Blood was dripping from my lips, like a broken pearl. My mother was very anxious when she saw that I was "bleeding non-stop". While covering my mouth with a towel, she complained: "Look, I asked you not to put your feet on it, but you didn't listen, so you fell down? This is called not listening to the old man's words, and you will suffer the consequences." "But, after a while, half of the towel was stained red with blood... After a long time, the blood finally stopped. My mother carefully measured the length and depth of the wound with a ruler, and called the dental department again. The doctor from the ENT department asked, and while I was sobbing on the side, my heart sometimes felt like a deer bumping around, and sometimes I shuddered. I thought: My mother! Don't get any stitches! I am most afraid of stitches! At this time, there was only a "click" sound, and my mother hung up the phone. I looked at my mother nervously and asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital for stitches?" "Young fool, only go if the wound is deep!" After listening to my mother's words, My uneasy heart finally calmed down...

From that moment on, I no longer dared to put my feet on the window sill while taking a bath. It was really like "once bitten by a snake, three years afraid of well ropes" ". Nowadays, every time my hand touches the lump on the corner of my mouth, I will think of this unforgettable moment. Alas, that moment made me feel painful and panicked. I will never forget it! 10. "She hid alone in the corner and cried sadly." Write the first sentence of a composition

A short girl with small eyes and yellow hair, her eyes are always dim and dull. She is my classmate-Huang Juan!

Because of her poor grades, classmates in our class ignored her and often bullied her. She always accepted all this silently and accepted the unfairness of her fate. In fact, there is always a secret hidden in her heart, and few people can see through this secret except me. She - eager to make friends with us, eager to play with us.

Whenever I am having fun with a good friend, I will see a scene like this - she is sitting alone on a chair, watching the classmates in front of her having fun, but she looks very small. Very humble. She glanced at it for a few times, then closed her eyes. She lowered her head and was reading. Soon she raised her head to look at us secretly, and then quickly lowered her head. As if he was afraid that we would see him peeking at us. Her eyes were full of desire, and she longed to play with us.

Whenever she was detained by the teacher, the classmates in our class would always gloat and say: "She deserves it!" But she could only accept it silently. But I know that she is very uncomfortable. Whenever this happens, I will go to her side and say silently: "I'll wait for you at the door!"

And she is very worried. Thinking about others. I was on the sports team, and I had to go to practice in the last class every afternoon, and almost every time she would help me copy what the teacher said, and the writing was fair and beautiful. It can be seen that she writes very seriously. At the same time, she would help me copy my homework every afternoon, then put my schoolbag on her back, go to the playground to find me, and hand the schoolbag to me. Another time, when she was in detention, my umbrella was left at school, so she would take my umbrella and go around to find me, and hand the umbrella to me.

She is such a responsible classmate who loves to help others. But she is too timid. I hope she will be more confident and bold to be friends with us in the future!