500 words 1 After his younger brother was born, Yang showed deep love when he first met him. The following is a tidbit with my brother:
He liked me and he cried when I left.
On the day when Brother Noisy came to pick him up at his warm home from the maternity ward, Brother Yang couldn't wait to meet Brother Noisy for the first time after piano class. Looking at Yang's happy expression standing by the bed is completely different from the way he attacked his brother when he was in his stomach. He touched his brother's little face with his little hand and made him cry. He was in a hurry and panic, so he stuffed all his favorite toys to his brother to stop crying.
When we were having dinner, he went into the house from time to time to see his younger brother himself, as if enjoying a very precious work of art. Because he had to go to school the next day, he reluctantly said goodbye to his younger brother. When I left, my brother just cried. Yang said that his brother liked me and cried when he saw me leave. Ha, ha, ha, which made his brother just born three days ago.
Besides, I haven't been able to see my brother because of Yang's cough.
The second time I went to see my brother was on 20xx- 12- 16. At this time, my brother had been born for 27 days, and happened to meet my brother, and his urine was not wet. Yang gave his brother an ingenious name-bed wetting taro.
My brother is lying in his crib. He needs to catch his breath because there is heating in the room. At noon, he pushed the cot into the living room, and Uncle Lu caught his breath in the bedroom. After a while, Yang came into the room and saw Uncle Lu sleeping on the bed with a quilt. He came out and said it was cold. He came to the bedside to visit his brother. At this time, his brother turned his face to the direction of the bedroom. Yang Yang said: "He is afraid that Uncle Lu will freeze to death."
Today, I found a flower whose name is unknown. She is not good-looking, the color is thick yellow, with a faint fragrance, which makes people feel comfortable to smell. I named her "Anonymous Flower".
She doesn't seem to want anyone to find her. She hid under the big leaves and brought the fragrance to everyone, but she didn't want anything in return. Her little body did a great thing. Finally, I found her unknown, and her fragrance fascinated me. Although she was very young, few people paid attention to her, but she gave her youth to us without complaint. Do you think she has been taking care of us like our mother? Yes! She is like our mother, selflessly dedicating her youth. Mother washes and cooks for us, but never complains. Isn't she great? Some people may say, "Mom should take care of us!" " "Then you are wrong! Mother brought us into this world and gave us the best care. We should rely on ourselves and strive to grow up instead of relying on our parents everywhere. Do you feel that your parents' white hair has grown out? How tired they are!
There are many "nameless flowers" around us, but we don't pay attention to them, but take their care for granted. Now, let's look carefully for the "nameless flower" around us! I found many: teachers, parents, cleaners, workers … many, many, many, as long as we do it with our heart. We should bow deeply to these selfless people and say to them with gratitude, "You have worked hard! Please! "
May the "nameless flower" bloom all over the world!
The third article of the seventh grade composition of 500 words, Sun Tzu said: "The people are governed by few people, and the scores are also; Fighting many people is like fighting few people, and the name is also; Strangely, the masses of the three armies can keep those who will be attacked by the enemy from being defeated; The same is true for soldiers, such as those who throw eggs with forging. "Yes, as Sun Tzu said, if we can not fail in the enemy's attack, the key is to use the tactics of' odd but not absurd'. If we can properly use the "odd and correct" tactics, we can win the battle and be in an invincible position. As long as you skillfully use the "odd and correct" tactics, you can win narrowly even if you encounter various unfavorable conditions. The famous battle of Guandu proved this view well.
At that time, Yuan Shaoju led 100,000 troops south to attack Cao Cao with only 40,000 to 50,000 troops. After consulting with counselor Yu Xun for a period of time, Cao Cao decided to stick to Guandu to help Yuan Jun .. But after three months of stalemate between the two sides, Cao Cao began to waver. Yu Xun's letter saved Cao Cao. Cao Cao saw Yu Xun's analysis in the letter and his confidence increased greatly. Decided to take the initiative to cut and burn the grain in Yuan Jun. The implementation of this strategy distracted Yuan Jun, thus giving Cao Jun the opportunity to destroy Yuan Jun. ..
Sun Tzu said: "The sound is only five, and the change of five tones cannot be won." There are only five colors, and the five-color change is invincible; There are only five flavors, and the change of five flavors cannot be won. The war situation is just odd and positive, and odd and positive changes cannot overcome poverty. Odd and positive coexist, such as endless cycle, who can be poor? "Yes, as Sun Tzu said, if we can make good use of the existing resources and make them interdependent and transform each other, we can be endless like a circle.
The role that only exists in fairy tales, a fairy with white wings, we want to see her on earth. Have you noticed the angels around us?
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There is a story that in winter, a mole, enduring the pain of peeling, escaped from the trap used by farmers to catch them, just to go home and give her children a bite to eat.
There is such a scene, a shrew, with a dead child in her mouth on a snowy day, found her a home and buried her in the vast snow.
Animals are still like this. What about people? Are they not as good as livestock?
Her hair turned white for us.
For us, her waist is no longer straight for us.
It was they who endured severe pain and brought us into this world.
They also raised us with their own blood.
They are none other than the mothers we can't live without all the time.
We take for granted what our mother has done for us. Does anyone care about raising our mother? Anyone will notice that they turned white for us. Who will find that their waist is no longer straight? Who will know that she is helpless? Who will understand that when she taught us, she hated the heartache of iron not turning into steel.
Everyone will expect that one day, an angel will guard her growth and tell her that she is the most beautiful princess and the kindest children's paper in the world. But you really didn't notice that this angel was by your side! No matter how late it is, he will wait for you to go home, and no matter how tired you are, he won't let you starve. Isn't this man the most beautiful angel in our life? Isn't she also the closest person to us? Isn't she our angel?
Angels are not far from us. She silently guards our growth by our side. They have the same name-mother.
The fifth exam of 500 words for seventh grade composition has passed, and we are all excited. Some people are full of spring breeze, some people are full of gloom, and I am the second.
It's raining little by little in Mao Mao. I feel so bored with my umbrella. I feel wet without it.
I was in a very bad mood. I didn't do well in such an important exam and failed. I want to seize the remaining half of the semester and rush forward, but I feel hopeless at the thought of the exam results, and it rains heavily again.
Rain, like a note, mercilessly beats every grass, tree, flower and tree in the world. It's autumn now, and the rain is hitting the yellow leaves. I feel hopeless when the wind blows and falls down.
I remember that at the beginning, I came to this school with great expectations, hoping to leave a good impression on the teachers in the first semester, but what about reality? I failed.
The weather changed from rain to cloudy, and the wet ground and humid air were like my tears fluttering in the wind.
Sunshine! It's sunshine! The sun broke through the dark clouds and shed its own light on the earth again, and everything saw life. I also remembered what my father said to me: "Never mind, you will do better next time."
My heart began to cheer up, I have a heart beyond others, and I have a desire to win. I want to surpass the first and become the first!
At this time, the golden afterglow hit the tree, the road, the whole earth and everything in the world. I began to write hard and accelerate towards my goal.
Now, I have passed two subjects, and I am the second in my class. I'm still not satisfied, because I want the first place, not the glorious first place.
Soon, the winners in the class will be announced. At this moment, I remembered my father's words: "Next time, you will do better".
I broke through the haze overhead, faced the morning sun and ran forward with difficulty.
Seven-grade composition 500 words 6 Ancient Ceng Yun: Nothing goes to the Three Treasures Hall. In the eyes of these people, scholars have become synonymous with incompetence. But have they met those real scholars? If you see it, you will hide your face and cry, and you will regret it.
Scholars are the pillars of rejuvenating the country and securing the country.
The Chinese nation has lasted for five thousand years, and many talents have emerged in such a vast historical river. For example, Mr. Zhuge, who lives in seclusion in Nanyang and cultivates long acres, Mr. Fan, who looks after the building first, and Mr. Wang, who strives for wealth and innovation. In their respective times, these people all shouldered the burden of governing the country for the people with their own flesh and blood, and they were not scholars who had learned Confucianism. However, this is the real scholar, and the prosperity of the country is all in it. This is the real great man!
A scholar is also a person who helps the people.
Lu You said, "Don't underestimate a scholar and go to Kyle to kill a thief." This is the voice of people who are good at writing, and people who are short-sighted can only satirize some "weak" words. If it is necessary for literati to govern the country in peacetime, is it not necessary in wartime? It should be noted that behind every successful general, there will be one or even a group of advisers who are advising him, and these advisers are not scholars. Moreover, we must know that if a general can win the battle, people will call him a general, and if a strategist can make a coup, he is a handsome talent. The difference between words shows the gap. So, how can you say that learning is useless?
Scholar is the talent to revitalize the nation at present.
In today's world with peace as the mainstream, the generation of literati is particularly important. Scholars, students also. Students, isn't this what I'm waiting for? We are the hope of the country and the future of the nation. And the country, the nation and other major events, you can send scholars, which shows that the literati have their place, otherwise where is the country? Scholars are fighting for the rise of the country. At this point, who dares to say that scholars are useless!
Seven-year composition 500 words 7 hidden in the depths of the heart, restrain anger, restrain tears, happiness quietly comes. -inscription
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I was reclining on the sofa in my clothes, holding a mobile phone in my hand and touching a handful of potato chips in my right hand, and "click". There were noisy cartoons on TV, and beverage bottles were thrown all over the floor. "Jingle bell ..." The phone rang. I shouted into the microphone, "Hello, who is this?" "I'm going home soon, so study hard at home!" It's the father.
"Well, goodbye!" I casually hung up the phone. Looking at the parkour game in my hand, I can't help but want to play it, and I am immersed in it again. ...
The clouds outside the window are so thick, so white, so white that I am nervous. Seeing that raindrops are about to leave the sky, a rainstorm is coming.
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"Squeak ..." The door suddenly opened unexpectedly. Father's wet figure stood at the door. Looking at the mess in the room, he solved the problem in his father's way. "Pa" a slap in the face flashed, and a slap mark appeared on my face instantly. With tears in his eyes, "what qualifications do you have to care about me? You are not at home at ordinary times. Why do you teach me a lesson? " I almost wanted to blurt it out, but I resisted the impulse, but hatred was deeply rooted in my heart.
Thunder and lightning, bright lightning reflected my father's angry face, and the room was horribly dark. That night, the rain froze.
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Gently pushed open the door, for some reason, came to his bedroom. There is a notebook on the bed. Out of curiosity, I opened it and it said, "How could I not help myself yesterday?" He did play for a while, but did I go too far ... "Reading and reading, I finally couldn't help it. The hatred in my heart collapsed instantly, and the tears poured more and more. ...
The sun is shining outside the window, birds and flowers are singing. The ice on the ground turned into pools of water and gradually disappeared, and a long-lost smile appeared on my face. ...
Just as birds need the sky and fish need the river, we can't live without the necessary self-cultivation. I am grateful for the restraint at that time, and I am also grateful for the restraint at that time. Rain, tears, notebooks, let bygones be bygones
Seven-grade composition 500 words 8 memories, bits and pieces of the past. ...
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At night, fireworks bloom, dye the darkness gorgeous, and then wither like flowers in late spring. The gorgeous and bright light refracts in my eyes and passes away like clouds and smoke.
Like a spring dream and an autumn cloud, it dispersed without a trace and could not be forgotten. Eternity is eternal persistence, constancy is endless sweat, eternity is eternal unknown, and constancy is gorgeous.
That moment ...
Looking back on past memories, those certificates are still young. They record my growth, full of hardships and tempering, telling the joy and success. In my memory, the flowers watered by sweat waved to me, scrambling to tell their stories.
I am a flower that has experienced vicissitudes and then blooms brilliantly. Growing up, I worked hard and went through hardships. For the sake of childhood dreams, for the sake of a temporary impulse, I have to insist; The cruel reality is that I have to forge ahead; The cold eyes of others keep me moving forward. In this way, I stepped down on the way to play the piano, getting farther and farther, and it was out of control.
In memory, that success is hard to remember. I was very nervous before the exam, and everything seemed to disappear as soon as I entered. Everything is so perfect and everything is so smooth. The teacher's praise,
The envy of my classmates ... makes me feel a little comforted by my endless efforts. However, I am not excited about it, because they only saw the moment when the flowers opened, and who saw how much hardship the flowers paid for that moment? As the saying goes, "Three minutes on stage, ten years off stage". The summer sun is like fire, sweating like a pig, and air conditioning can't dispel the summer irritability; The cold wind blows hard in winter, and the boiling water can't be washed away ... while they are enjoying their lives comfortably, I am suffering. My hand is sore and painful. Take a break and keep practicing. No matter how difficult it is, I will stick to it because I have a firm belief in my heart.
A small certificate, you are thin, but it contains my efforts and hardships in these six years.
In this fast-paced life era, everyone believes that the concept of palm reading and paper writing is getting weaker and weaker in life.
I happened to pass a vegetable market that day, and the noise was very annoying. At random glance, I suddenly saw a vegetable farmer wearing patched gray clothes, and his brow was covered with wind and frost. To my surprise, he is concerned about the poetry election. At first, I was a little disdainful. I smiled in my heart. A vegetable farmer is arty and has been labeled as "hypocritical".
Soon after, this vegetable farmer was forgotten by me.
One night, when I was walking in the square, I saw lines of vigorous handwriting spread out on the ground. I walked slowly, admiring this person's extraordinary calligraphy skills and literary accomplishment, thinking that I must get to know this elder who writes well. When I quickly followed the handwriting, it was the gray suit that appeared in front of me. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Yes, that's him, the figure who splashed ink without colorful clothes.
He seemed to feel a burning eye behind him, so he stopped and turned around and gave me a shy smile. The brilliant sunset glow on the horizon, accompanied by his calm smile, made my heart tremble. He lowered his head again and wrote a line in the flowing stream: "Building a house is in a human condition, and there are no chariots and horses. What can you do? The heart is far from being biased. "
I stared at that line carefully and couldn't get over it for a long time. I recall the simple and ignorant years when I embraced books and regained that elegant state of mind. I think it's time to get back the treasure that I abandoned in my childhood for a long time, so I hurried home and dug up the books that I regarded as treasures when I was young, but were abandoned when I grew up. Smelling the faint ink fragrance, I feel back to my childhood when I was studying, bid farewell to my irritability and become calm again.
Whenever I face a book and feel upset, a simple gray figure will always appear in front of me. No matter how time passes, how time flies, there are always people who stick to the peach blossom garden of books and wake up our hearts.
There is no spring in the book Blind Date.
Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar school, I think I'm going to another school. Perhaps this is a sign of my growth, not the child who needs to wear a red scarf, but a symbol that I am a junior middle school.
In the past six years, I have experienced many setbacks, luck, happiness and depression ... Now that I have graduated, nothing can hurt my heart for a girl who doesn't like to cry. I feel sour at the thought of leaving my classmates after graduation. Is it sweet? Is it bitter? Still spicy? I can't tell the difference myself.
I remember the day I got my diploma, my friend told me that after graduation, I would definitely drive a BMW to see you n years later. I smiled and smiled happily: "I'm glad you still remember me after n years!" " "She said," After all we've been through, our memories are full of cars. I can't forget you. "I wanted to say something else, but I didn't say anything, just smiled faintly. It's not that I have bad feelings with my classmates, but that I want to leave my smile to my classmates, reminding her of a cheerful me, the real me ... everyone is immersed in writing classmates' records, and the classroom is surprisingly quiet, and everyone feels bored. I have always been a very strong girl. I have been in pain, but I never cry. But I don't know why, at this moment, another crystal liquid flashed in my eyes. Finally, my eyes couldn't hold on any longer, so I fell out. That's tears, tears that will never appear on my face. I know I can't play and chase with my classmates in this familiar campus anymore, forever, forever. The classmate found out and said, "Bei, it's okay." Will we meet again in junior high school? " I dried my tears and managed to squeeze out a smile. That was the first time I laughed so ugly, so uncomfortable and so mechanized.
We agreed not to cry after graduation, but why did it suddenly rain in June? ...