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Write a 600-word composition on "War", discuss, explain, express feelings and narration. 1945 Japan surrendered in August, and it has been 60 years since the end of World War II. Inspired by Japanese militarism, many young people of my generation went to the battlefield and sacrificed their precious lives in vain.

This war left an indelible mark in our lives, and I will never forget one thing that happened at that time.

It was the spring of 1945. I was 17 years old. At the dawn when people stayed up all night to avoid frequent air raids, about 100 B-29 bombers flew to the eastern horizon. I stared at them until they became dots and disappeared into the sky.

Just then, someone shouted, "What's that?" I saw something fall from the air. That's a parachute. It seems that a plane was hit and an American soldier fell in our direction and landed in a field 200 or 300 meters away. I later heard that the American soldier was beaten half to death with a stick by a group of people who caught up with him until he was taken away by the gendarmerie.

I went home and told my mother about it. My mother's reaction is: "It's terrible! That man's mother must be very worried. "

My mother is an extremely ordinary woman. In many ways, she is the product of the era when she was born and raised.

Looking back now, what shocked me was that as a mother, she was always sympathetic to the sufferings of the "enemy" mother, even though there was a high wall of different political thoughts between them across Wan Li.

In my opinion, women are born pacifists. As givers and nurturers of life, as well as women who attach importance to interpersonal relationships and devote themselves to raising children and protecting their families, they are born with a deep sympathy. This consciousness transcends the cruel reality that human beings have to face.

Compassion and understanding between people

The war was declared over, and everyone thought it was inevitable. Although no one said it, there was a sense of relief everywhere. At that time, no one stood up and said, "I am happy for Japan's defeat." But I believe this is the feeling of many people.

My mother often expresses her dislike of war. Her only hope is that her four sons can return safely. After the war broke out, all my brothers were sent to the front lines in China and Southeast Asia.

Two years after the end of the war, my brother came back one after another, wearing a tattered military uniform and looking haggard. But the Yi Xi brothers did not come back. I haven't heard from him since he left China and was sent to Southeast Asia.

On May 30th, 1947, what we were worried about finally happened. An official in the district office wrote to inform us of the news that our eldest brother was killed. Mother took the letter, bowed politely and then turned around. She turned her back on us, and her body kept shaking with sadness. One of my brothers brought back his ashes, and the mother clung to the only small white urn left by her son, which was unbearable.

No era has left so many sad and sad tears to mothers all over the world as in the 20th century. The biggest victims of war are women and mothers, but it is often men who wage war.

All people who have witnessed the cruelty of war and know how it deprives humanity should unite and cooperate for world peace. Women can play an important role in this regard. What they care about, as well as their voices, wisdom and opinions, should be valued by all sectors of society.

I believe that we can turn 2 1 century into a life era full of dignity through the sympathy and understanding between people and the unity established by the universal instinct to protect ourselves and our loved ones.

In such an era, all mothers' prayers for peace-which is also the most sincere hope of all mankind-will be realized.

Writing a 600-word composition about "Rain in Early Autumn", lyricism and narration are urgently needed! ! ! The cool wind blew across my cheeks and slipped into my collar; The weather is cloudy and more gloomy. There seems to be more moisture in the air, and autumn is coming. In early autumn, there are no storms in summer, and there are many scorching sun. It's like when a person reaches middle age, he loses a lot of vitality but increases his maturity.

The sky is gloomy, foggy and full of moisture. If you can catch the air, you can wring water out of it. Although the trees on both sides of the road are still as lush as in midsummer after several days of autumn rain, and there are not many fallen leaves scattered on the ground, there are still fallen leaves on the ground. In a very critical situation, the grass in the field is no longer green, but there are small pieces of yellow, which will turn yellow after a while of rain.

Autumn rain is always so continuous and thin, with a little chill and a little coolness; Many people don't like this weather and always complain, "When will the sun shine?" ? I like this climate very much. I always walk slowly on the road or in the wild, intentionally or unintentionally, without an umbrella. I deliberately let raindrops hit my face and hair. When there are too many raindrops, my hair will fall off. It seems a little troublesome, but when the raindrops fall on my face, I always feel so comfortable. It doesn't always rain in autumn, sometimes it rains carefully, sometimes it just floats with the breeze, sometimes it is more, sometimes it is less, and sometimes it is like fog. Don't you think it's so pleasant to walk in this weather?

The rain in early autumn is sometimes not so gentle. When it rains heavily, I don't have the courage to get wet. At this time, I will watch the rain by the window or at the gate. It seems quiet to watch the beads falling from the sky crackle on the leaves or windows, just like the sound of the piano in the dead of night, nourishing my heart.

It is more interesting to watch the rain at the door. The intermittent rain slowly gathered into many small puddles on the uneven land. The water in the small puddle can't be filled any more, and it is accumulating. It doesn't take long to accumulate, and it flows. Many small puddles began to flow, just like swimming earthworms, they all climbed together and became small streams. When several streams converge, there will be a small pond, and the rain will hit the small pond. Later, the small ponds were full, some flowed into the gutter, and some flowed into the big streams. They kept flowing, and finally no one knew where they had gone.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, cracks appear in the cloudy sky, the sky is getting brighter, and the temperature seems to have risen a lot. There seems to be a layer of smoke on the ground at sunset, the rain in early autumn has stopped, and the sultry phenomenon has rebounded a lot, but it is still much cooler than in summer.

On Saturday, when I got home, I personally felt the taste of being a host.

In the morning, I get up early. Get dressed and shout, "Get up, hurry up." But my parents didn't seem to hear me, but they still slept so soundly. I was angry and shouted, "get up-get out of bed!" " "My parents just opened their eyes and said in a daze," Why? "It makes me laugh and cry. When they go to wash their faces, I think it is usually difficult for them to wake me up. No wonder they eat a watermelon frost buccal tablet every day. (Hey hey, it's a bit exaggerated. )

It's time for breakfast. I bought rice noodles to go home. Hardly had they opened the lunch box when they started a duet. Dad said, "How to make this kelp?" Why don't we eat beef ... Mom said, "Why don't we pickle vegetables?" How ... "I don't know how much" how "I heard at that breakfast. But on second thought, I am usually so picky that my parents try their best to satisfy me. I'd better submit to humiliation.

Mom cooks at noon and I go shopping. When I came to the market, I bought a catty of eggs. What dish should I fry with eggs? After careful consideration, I finally decided to fry the eggs. Halfway through the meal, I suddenly remembered that there was no salt at home, so I hurried back to buy a bag of salt, then rushed home at the speed of light and went straight to the kitchen. Fire, beat the eggs into the pot, and then fry them skillfully (done before,). After frying, put it in a plate and stir-fry the vegetables evenly. I was just about to hear a compliment, but who knows ... "It has regressed again, and poached eggs are not as fragrant as last time." Well, it's hard to please. (it seems that it is deliberately finding fault, bear it. )

Washing dishes, washing pots, disinfecting dishes and chopsticks ... everything is in order, and the half-day period of responsibility is finally over. I am exhausted. This time I was in charge, I personally realized the fatigue of my parents. In the future, I will definitely not give them any trouble and be a sensible "little master of the family".

Composition requirements: give priority to narration and description, express feelings and discuss appropriately, and read you in 600 words.

I always thought that you were a dilapidated old house and could no longer protect me; I always thought you were an old coal lamp with a yellowish aperture, which could not guide me forward; I always thought you were a crumpled old calendar book, hiding the paper fragrance of the years, but you can no longer have the glory of the past. These once naive ideas are a bit ridiculous now.

Your memory is like countless small shells on the beach. It was not until the tide of memory came ashore that the covered yellow sand was washed away until a deep and indelible texture was revealed. Now I walk along the seaside of memories, let the tide beat my barefoot in the yellow sand, refresh my past with you again and again, and drift to the middle of the deep blue sea by the sea breeze of memories. ...

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Grandpa. Four months later, I always think of the last time I saw you. My eyes were just wet, so I couldn't cry. But now, how many times I think of you, I always hide under the covers and secretly cry. How many times, I dare not make a sound for fear that others will find out.

Grandma always tells me about you. I know she won't tell anyone except me, so I have always kept a special memory of you. You said that when you were better, you would buy a battery car and take grandma out for a walk. I have lived for most of my life, but I haven't begun to enjoy it yet. Grandma always choked up when she said this. I know this is the last promise to accompany me all my life, and I'm sorry that I failed to realize it. It's hard for me to imagine that you, who always complain about your grandmother, would talk to her about your future life so intimately; You always ride an old bike, but you are willing to let go of your old partner and experience the novelty.

Don't you share your feelings when you are happy? Or are you willing to let go of your baggage only in the dead of night? But you know that life really needs a little beauty and laughter, and the hard and unfair fate will become soft, but you know that a family always needs mutual support and care. Otherwise, how can you go shopping by bike just because I came back from school and had a light meal, sweating like a pig and never caring? That's more than an hour round trip!

Sometimes, I will unconsciously go to the back door of the old house, stand there and look at the straw and dozens of bundles of wood piled up in half a room, as if you were sawing wood in my ear again. I can see that when you sweat and try to do these things, you are in pain. After all kinds of suggestions, you always simply say, "Now, if you can, do more and help the old woman cut more." It will last for several years and it is easier to ignite. " Mom and dad will always blame you urgently and painfully after they know such a thing. You are playing with straws in the oven alone. Although you didn't say a word, I clearly saw the corners of your mouth-very embarrassed. At this time, what you want to see is nothing more than a friendly family, not a helpless accusation. At that time, I was silent. I don't know what to say and how to say it.

I didn't understand it in the past, but now I think calmly about how difficult it is to find you. It may be the characteristic of all working people to devote one's life to the family and devote one's sweat to satisfying the family's food, clothing, housing and transportation. At the last moment, you still don't forget your simple persistence and selflessly dedicate your hard work and blood to everyone you love and the people you love. This is painful and happy!

Grandpa, what should I tell you? At this moment of knowing you, I found that my mouth was so happy; Every time I miss you, I feel very kind because of the feeling you gave me. I will remember your dedication with my heart and blood!

Requirements for the composition of "I really want to": 600 words or more are mainly narrative, with both lyrical and argumentative. I really want to grow up quickly.

Every day, I get up after six o'clock in the drought, then eat at the fastest speed and get to school. When you get to school, you have to take out a thousand pounds of books to read. When I got back to school after school, I was exhausted by the drought, but I still had to finish my homework carefully selected by my parents. There is no good life on weekends, either doing homework or attending remedial classes. This kind of life is simply unbearable. I can't help but have an idea; I want to grow up quickly.

When I grow up, I can put aside all my troubles about homework and challenge a new world that belongs to me. I can go to work every day like my parents. I can do what I like: treat patients. Many patients come to see me every day. I will treat them and try my best to alleviate their pain, so that they can jump up again as before, free from illness.

At work, I will gradually make some intimate friends and get in touch with the society. At that time, I think I will feel how beautiful everything in society is. How warm friends are; How much tolerance is needed between people; How fresh the air in nature is, how animals want to live in harmony with people, and everything in society is displayed before my eyes, so that I can distinguish right from wrong, good from evil. I have grown up and matured, which will pave a broad road for myself in society.

When I grow up, no one can restrain me anymore, and I can live freely from now on. I can choose what I like to do, and I can fly to the sky I yearn for. I also learned to take care of myself. I am no longer a person who can only study but not work. I can also learn, and gradually I will do a lot of housework. I live alone, eat alone and sleep alone, so I won't feel lonely. How free it will be to get together with friends once in a while and talk about it without anyone noticing.

I hope to grow up quickly, be a free bird, fly, help people in need and connect with this wonderful society. At that time, how happy and happy I will be.

With "I love scenery" as the theme, narrative as the main theme, supplemented by discussion and lyricism, the composition of more than 400 words "My hometown is spring, and spring flowers are everywhere"; In the summer of my hometown, the trees are shaded, and the blue waves are Wan Li; Winter in my hometown is covered with snow. What I like best is autumn in my hometown. I was deeply impressed by its rich fruits, wild chrysanthemums and dense forests.

Autumn in my hometown is a bumper harvest in vilen. You see, in the golden rice fields, farmers' uncles are busy harvesting in the fields, and the joy of harvest flows from their faces to their hearts. The orchard in autumn is a fruitful orchard. Those pear trees are full of fruit. They face to face, shoulder to shoulder, next to each other and touch each other. At first glance, they think it's a good idea to turn on the light! The farmers were busy in the orchard, and the big pears rushed over as if to say, "Pick me, pick me …" The baskets on the ground were soon full.

The Woods in my hometown in autumn are a sea of dreams and joy. Walking through the forest, the autumn wind blows gently, and the leaves are falling like butterflies dancing. In the middle, my mood is very comfortable, and I feel hazy, which makes you imagine, like an illusion, more like entering a beautiful dream. There is a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, which is soft to step on. At this point, it has become a paradise for our children, me and the children. Don't worry about the nagging of adults. It doesn't matter if you fall. The fallen leaves on the ground are a thick cushion, protecting us. We enjoy this season, and the whole forest is full of our laughter.

In autumn in my hometown, melons and fruits are everywhere, and wild chrysanthemums bloom in Ao Shuang; Autumn in my hometown is full of the fragrance of grains, conveying the joy of harvest; Autumn in my hometown has shed the footsteps of our childhood laughter and growth.

I love my hometown, especially in autumn.

Writing in the Chinese examination room is just lyrical. Can you write a narrative, as long as you can write wonderfully? Moreover, in the examination room of the college entrance examination, most people will choose to write argumentative papers. The appearance of such narratives can easily give teachers a refreshing feeling. But the theme must be clear, with obvious summary or punctuation, and try to sublimate the theme to a certain height from a special angle. In the usual practice process, collect more materials, read current affairs newspapers and magazines, observe things around you, try to play in real time, usually read more articles written well before, see how teachers treat the advantages and disadvantages of articles, accumulate more, and adjust their mentality before the exam. I believe that with your strength, there should be no problem. Wish you success!

Middle school students can write 500 words (narration). In this cold winter, we ushered in the long-awaited last day of the year and the first day of the new year. This day is really lively. Listen carefully, there are children's frolicking voices, adults' chatting voices, and old people's pleading voices; Looking around, in the sky, colorful fireworks are like chrysanthemums in full bloom in autumn, which is very wonderful. The word "Daofu" is posted in front of every household, which means that the new year will be blessed.

Our family got together for the New Year's Eve dinner. Look, there are so many dishes on the table! have

My favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and salt and pepper pork ribs, and my brother's favorite-bean paste buns. can

My brother and I are not in the mood to taste this delicious dish. Listen to the firecrackers outside the door

Just like, looking at a bunch of colorful fireworks outside the window, you said that for us, it has not grown up.

For the sake of the children, can you not be moved? At this moment, my brother finally unbearable, let out a cry:

"I want to set off fireworks!" Suddenly, this sentence also won my support. Dad can't refuse.

Never. I had to take out fireworks. My brother and I had a good time, but it made us happy.

Come on, take out the fireworks and let them go.

When my brother saw my age, he clamored for a new one. For the sake of safety, no, to be precise, it should be for your own entertainment, which is naturally impossible! My brother hit me when he saw that I wouldn't give it. Oh, no, World War II is coming! Dad saw that we were quarreling badly, and he immediately became a defender of world peace. Dad took out a huge fireworks and put it at the door to light the fuse. Soon, with a muffled sound, colorful fireworks appeared in the sky. Seeing the beautiful fireworks in the sky, my brother and I stopped arguing.

Among so many fireworks, I couldn't name any, so my father acted as a commentator for us: "Look, that shiny piece is full of stars!" " ! Look again, this colorful parachute seems to float down. Look, it's "the goddess scattered flowers" Aren't they petals? Well, this fast, rocket-like thing is "wishing meteor" ... "Yes, this kind of fireworks is not only beautiful, but also has a nice name! Haha, I learned a lot this time, knowing so much about fireworks.

"The New Year, the New Year. The New Year is coming again! " In the cheers of my brother, we realized that I was one year older. Look, my brother is singing Welcome the New Year.

Song and dance welcome: "Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year to all, we sing, we dance, Happy New Year to all …" Look, my brother is dancing, so I can't help dancing along. Mom and dad saw us dancing so happily, and seemed to itch in their hearts, so they jumped up. Grandparents watched us dance happily and smiled from ear to ear. Our family just danced, sang and laughed happily. ...

Dancing angel

The mind is a quiet lake, occasionally splashing. The mind is like a dazzling diamond, so extraordinary that it reflects different lights in the world and forms a beautiful arc in the sky.

One night in summer, the sky was clear. I went out for a walk. Walking downstairs to a garden, I found a little girl about 10 years old practicing dancing.

The little girl has been dancing, and the radio next to her is playing beautiful music. The little girl stretched out her hand for a while and her foot for a while. Lotz's endless gestures fluttered away like a proud peacock.

The little girl was exhausted and her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she still danced. There is a woman sitting on the ground next to her, constantly reminding the little girl how to jump. It can be seen from the woman's eyes that she is the mother of the child.

However, I found that the little girl's jumping rhythm is fast and slow, and it is always inaccurate, sometimes a few beats apart. I have never seen a child with such a poor rhythm.

I went up to my mother and said, "The beat is very slow." The little girl stopped. The little girl seems very sad. I don't know why. The little girl's mother smiled at me, paused, looked at the child and said softly, "She is deaf." I was silent. After a long time, I muttered, "Why?" "He was eliminated in the competition. "Mother said quietly," She will succeed, whether the key is done or not. " I was shocked again. ...

Although she is deaf, she feels music with her heart.

The wind in winter sounds like a horn. When the children heard this, they immediately put on thick clothes. When the small animals heard these words, they all began to get busy: some people are stepping up transportation of grain to prepare for not going hungry in winter; Some eat and drink, because they haven't eaten or drunk for a long time, so now they have to store energy; When the tree heard this sentence, it took off its green clothes and put on its golden winter clothes. Only pine trees are different from cypresses. It is still dressed in green.

The wind in winter is like a cleaner. When the wind blows, the yellow leaves on the tree are blown away. Blow the leaves into the river and use them as quilts for small fish; Blow into the ant hole and use it as the cradle of ants; Blow it into the grass and give it to the insects as delicious food.

The winter wind, like a brush, whitewashes the whole world. The ground is white and soft. Like covering the earth with a thick quilt; The children are playing happily in the snow. Some people are making a snowman, others are having a snowball fight.

I think winter is cold, but after winter, warm spring is coming.

Composition with four expressions! (Narration, discussion, lyricism, explanation)! 200 words is enough! ! What a sharp topic ⊙⊙⊙ B. Khan, do you want to relate the sentence that I came to school? Can you expand this sentence?

Narrator: On this sunny morning, I came to school. (time, place and person, and of course, reasons can also be added)

Caption: I came to school on this sunny morning, and there was a cool breeze blowing head-on, accompanied by bursts of reading and the smell of camphor trees on campus. (Of course, you can also rewrite it according to your actual situation. )

Lyrics: On this sunny morning, I came to school, listening to the familiar sound of reading and smelling the fragrance of camphor trees on campus. Ah, what a beautiful school! (Absolutely lyrical, then ~ Ah, XX is really XX! Standard lyric sentence patterns, though vulgar)