A 500-word shield composition

A 500-word composition is a shield, and a composition is a shield. The composition: a-thing (narrative is reflected in the shield) is not less than 500 words, and conflicts often occur. Sometimes, when you make a mistake but don't admit it, conflicts will arise. If you don't make mistakes and are wronged by others, there will be conflicts. Once I was wronged by my mother for no reason.

In the summer of 2005, my mother bought a beautiful vase and some bamboo in the flower and bird market, and they have settled in my living room since then. One afternoon, my friend Li Chen came to see me. My mother just went out, so we all played computer games. When we played the most intensely, we heard the sound of "pa-". I immediately went to the living room to see what had happened. It turned out that the vase was broken. We are in a hurry and there is nothing we can do.

Mom came back and said, "What's the matter?"

The vase fell by itself and broke.

"Can it fall? You must have broken it, "said Mom unreasonably. "

"I poured it myself." I quarreled with my mother. "It's none of my business to pour it myself." .

"Can it run on long legs?" Mom said. I went back to my room angrily.

so this is it？ I am not reconciled. I have read many detective stories, and I am a little detective myself. I felt something was wrong with the broken vase. It turned out that the vase was oblique and the bamboo was tall and unbalanced, so it fell down.

I found the evidence. After listening to my explanation, my mother smiled and said, "son, I wronged you."

An unforgettable event 600 words in my mind, many things happened. As much as the sand on the beach and the stars all over the sky. But there is one thing that I can't forget for a long time.

It happened on National Day last year. Grandpa and I got on the bus and came to Taiyuan. My grandfather has something urgent and needs to make a phone call. So I found a sentence. When I called, I looked up and down at my boss. He is not very good-looking, but he is well dressed. I think this man must be very rich. It's time to pay. The boss smiled and said, "I really need 100 or 50 yuan, so let's change it!" You give me 40 cents, and then give me 50 or 100 whole money. I'll give you the change, okay? "The kind grandfather saw the boss talking, and there was too much change in his hand. He needed to change it with himself. He didn't think much. Without saying anything, he took out fifty yuan, gave it to others, changed it into small change without counting it, and then walked away.

Not far away, I was in a hurry to go to the toilet and told my grandfather. After I went there, when it was time to pay, Grandpa found that the money given by the boss just now was only 60 cents in 24 yuan, so I counted it. Our father and son found out that they had been cheated, so they immediately found the boss. Grandpa said angrily to the boss, "What the hell are you doing?" Where is the money? "The boss is still in a hurry to justify. Grandpa was even more angry when he saw it. He immediately took out his press card and slammed it on the table. When the man saw it, his face immediately changed and he said with a smile, "Oh, I have something to say. You see, you accidentally left your money when you withdrew it just now. This is still here! " After that, he quickly took out the money from the counter and gave it to grandpa. Grandpa gave him a serious lesson and said, "I hope you won't do such a deceptive thing in the future!" " "Say that finish, I took it and went away.

Nowadays, some people in society are young, but they have bad hearts, even a retired grandfather is not immune. If we don't find out in time, we will be cheated. It's been nearly a year, but it left a deep impression on me.

One thing that annoys me is that we all do something wrong sometimes. It can be big or small, but as long as we wake up, it won't be too late. This is a new beginning.

One thing happened in the third grade, and I can't forget it until now. My English has been poor, so I sent this paper and got 76 points in the monthly exam. Astronomical figures! I was shocked. How did I do so badly in the exam and sign this document? Suddenly, I felt an impulse to cry. I swallowed my tears when I watched others get such good grades. I can't let others see my jokes, but, but ... if you read this article carefully, you will ... don't! I didn't mean to do so badly in the exam. Do not hit me. I am really helpless in my heart. There are two voices in my heart. One is to speak frankly: let parents sign. One is: what should I do if my parents don't sign it!

Jingle, jingle, on the way home after school, I really want to cry, but I can't, because I'm thinking about how to treat this paper. Sign, my mother's appearance has always been associated with me, and now my legs are weak, my whole body is mixed, and my nerves are pounding. If I don't sign, my teacher will definitely call my mother, and then I will be even worse. Anyway, two forces in my heart are charging one after another, playing fiercely, and my heart is very uncomfortable.

When I got home, it was already late, and I was even sadder to see my mother coming back soon. Tell you what! At this moment, an idea suddenly appeared in my mind. If my mother is in a good mood when she comes back, she will show her the paper. If her mother is in a bad mood, she will do it! Crunch, this crisp door opening sound is particularly scary and terrible for me today. My heart is beating so fast that I can't calm down, as if I have taken a step towards the death gate. The cage of bad luck shines on me, as if the sky were falling. "Really, I didn't read the almanac when I went out, and I was approved by my boss!" Listening to the waves of blame, I knew I had to use the last resort, and my mother went to the kitchen to cook in a rage. As for me, I tried my best to take out a piece of paper signed by my mother. Together with this English paper, I took out a pen and began to tremble. Every time I write a stroke, I feel lightning coming at me. I hope the teacher doesn't read it after writing! I prayed silently in my heart.

I got what I wanted, but the teacher didn't see that Mr. Nanguo passed the exam. Instead of falling, the stone in my heart is getting heavier and heavier. My conscience tells me that I did something wrong and I was the worst child. I cried and cried, crying very sadly, and all the sadness and grievances in my heart were revealed. I swore in my heart that I would never do it again. If I am wrong, I am wrong. Why make a mistake again? It is wrong to do badly in the exam, and it is also wrong to imitate the signature.

Yes! If time can go back, I will bravely face the mistake of failing in the exam! No more mistakes and mistakes. Facts have proved that honesty is the sunshine of life. Without honesty, you will lose yourself. Only when you find honesty can you live.

What can constitute life, happiness, ideal, money or contradiction? I will write the contradictions in my life on an irregular label and stick it on the puppet's back. Happiness is the north, but contradictions pull it to the south; The pursuit is the west, but the contradiction pulls it to the east. In this torn life, the puppet was finally shattered at the crossroads. Please find the right direction and eliminate contradictions.

Irregular labels were attached to our parents' backs, so our parents became torn puppets. Parents are always worried about their children's thoughts and behaviors when they are locked in the room, because they care about their parents and peek at their children's diaries. Why? Why don't parents knock on their children's doors to find out? Instead, they made such rude behavior. If you want to know that children care about children, please take the first step of communication. Irregular labels were attached to the students' backs, so the students became torn puppets. "I must listen to the class carefully tomorrow, finish my homework on time, watch less TV and get into the top ten before the exam", which I used to say when I was a child, but when I woke up, it was like the sun yesterday. Goodbye. As a student, everyone wants to have outstanding achievements, but what is the sweat and mind behind this? If you want to achieve outstanding achievements, please don't be a slogan giant. Irregular labels are attached to the back of job seekers, so job seekers become torn puppets. After submitting hundreds of resumes in the job market, I still haven't found a job, either because I'm dissatisfied with the salary or because the salary is not high, so "it's difficult to find a job" has become an excuse for the unemployed. There must be suitable jobs in every industry, but have you ever thought about what the problem is? Have you ever tried the requirement of working at the bottom? If you want to find a suitable job, you should moderately lower your requirements.

Parents care about the north, but they are pulled to the south by contradictions; Students' goal is the west, but they are pulled to the east by contradictions; Job seekers were looking for a job before, but they were pulled back by contradictions; Life is made up of contradictions, but don't be a puppet of contradictions.

I am used to writing with my right hand, but on a day in expect the unexpected, I want to inexplicably emphasize the existence of my left hand. Maybe life doesn't care whether you pay attention to it or not, but it does exist. I like the conclusion that I am going my own way. Just like Dante's free and easy, he only goes his own way, but sometimes you suddenly wake up and find yourself in life with a road under your feet. You are really going your own way. Whether you advance or not will be ignored first. However, you can't help but pay attention to what others say-comfort yourself in anxiety, "go your own way and let others say it", but keep repeating "awesome words" and "three people make a tiger" in your mind. Sometimes I imagine that I can face my fears coldly, suppress my curiosity about everything, dress up coldly and think I can be brave, but I still find myself afraid. Hypocrisy can really cover other people's eyes, but it can't hide your own heart. So I always look for various reasons to paralyze myself, so that I can forget what I am afraid of in the sunny day and escape with endless dreams in the lonely night. So I regard myself as a dream, because my dream is only known to me, or my dream belongs to me, or I can dream any inexplicable dream I want. I think I just want to stay alone at night, but the reason is that I am afraid to face the reality in the west and be forced to realize the distance between my dream and reality. However, tonight is the beginning of tomorrow morning. The sun has never changed. It always comes as scheduled. The difference between night and morning lies in the ambiguity between dreams and drunkenness. The so-called drunken life dreams of death. Many people say that they like rain, like the squeal of rain, like the freshness of rain, like the tranquility or melancholy of rain. Sometimes listening to the rain and crying, there is always fog-like melancholy; Sometimes watching the rain and dancing silently is like the tranquility of silk. I like rain too. Because of love, I want to be close to her. When it rains, I will walk in the rain in a light coat. I know, so close, she can feel my breath and listen to my heartbeat; Because of this, I can feel her peace and enjoy her happiness. That time I looked up at the window in the rain and fog, where there were many faces who liked rain. But I doubt their feelings ― since they are talking about love, why don't they want to pay something for it? I was soaked to the skin, and then I fell ill willingly, just laughed and scolded my friend for being worried. Paying for love, paying for painful yearning, is willing, and has no regrets. Just guilty, worried about my friend. I am used to writing my feelings on simple and elegant paper before going to bed. Looking at the time on my watch, I know it's the early morning of the next day, but I can't help but always write down yesterday's date. Maybe I don't want to admit that I ended yesterday, and I don't want to admit that I am welcoming the sunshine of a new day. Write down what you see today and imagine what you will meet tomorrow, but you don't want to admit that time is changing anyway. Habit is really a terrible thing. Once you get used to it, you can't escape it. Contradictions, so there are always unreasonable ideas. After people have ideas, they constantly emphasize equality. Equality should be the absolute fairness of everything. Because everyone has selfish desires, there are many inequalities in the world. As a person, I have no right to comment on this, but as for people, I have to say, are those lives other than people destined to be controlled? Darwin's theory of biological evolution has been affirmed by countless people. Does it also prove that human thought is supreme? Because some animals will harm human beings in order to adapt to life, which is not allowed in people's minds, some of these animals that cannot be tamed by human beings have been eliminated and will never appear again. So I can't understand human beings, who talk about equality, but commit crimes against themselves under the cover of the law of the jungle. For animals that only rely on themselves, can human advanced thinking really be called true equality? People always talk about humanity and fraternity at delicious banquets. Indeed, isn't it only talent that is supreme in this world? I often wonder why people can eat animals, and animals should be punished if they hurt people, because the soul has left the body. Not to mention that animals eat people. Man himself is a set of contradictions. I remember once asking a friend what would happen if a spear attacked a shield in that contradictory fable. The friend thought for a moment and then replied, both sides lost. Very realistic. It's cruel. I think, perhaps because of this, people are always hypocritical, because contradictions are inevitable. In other words, I am also contradictory, so I can't get rid of my troubles. So, I still entered the night.

One thing fascinates me: I take my daughter to the hospital with a high fever every night, take her to the amusement park every weekend, take her to and from school every time, help her with her homework under the lamp every time, and I hope her father can stay with her every time I see her extremely fragile and timid because of her long-term lack of father's love. As the saying goes, "a good father is equal to ten good teachers." Fathers love mountains, and their educational guidance plays an irreplaceable role in children's growth.

In the past few years, I dreamed many times that I was alone in a small boat and lost my way in the rough sea, unable to reach the shore. I shouted loudly, but there was no response, so I was desperate, confused, confused, really tired, and even had a feeling of exhaustion. Perhaps, I am too sentimental, perhaps, my heart has no fulcrum.

I told myself silently that I must learn to be strong for my daughter.

There is a contradiction in composition. There is a classmate in our class. His name is Yao Liwei. Although his grades are not good and he ranks fourth from the bottom, he is simple and honest. This is very famous in our class.

Now let me tell you one thing to prove it. Once, it was our group's turn to sweep the floor. There are three female students and two male students in our group. In the contract area, I let the female students go and the male students clean the classroom. At this time, there was only one male classmate, so I asked him to clean the classroom with him when another male classmate came. After the homework, I went downstairs with two female students to clean the contract area.

When I came to the contract area, two female classmates and I quickly picked up the waste paper on the ground. Then, clean the rubbish on the road with a broom. These three people work hard. The contract area is getting cleaner and cleaner.

We spent a long time cleaning up the contract area. Then, the three of us went back to the classroom talking and laughing. When I came to the classroom, I saw that everything in the classroom was beyond my expectation. The broom was not put away properly and was thrown on the ground. The garbage was not thrown out, lying on the ground. The floor is still dirty and hasn't been wiped. What happened? What a mess! I am very angry. I caught the male classmate and severely criticized him. He said that he had cleaned it, and the rest should have been cleaned by another classmate. I'm even angrier when he denies it. At this moment, Yao Liwei just came over. I vented all my anger on him, severely criticized him, and finally ordered him to sweep the floor, take out the garbage and mop the floor ... He just listened to me criticize him silently, sweep the floor, take out the garbage, put away the broom and mop the floor ... I watched him do everything obediently, and his anger disappeared.

Then, I went into the classroom and opened the book of the students on duty. Oh, no, it is Yao Liwei's turn to sweep the floor today. How can I criticize him? Didn't he defend himself? Suddenly, my face went red. He didn't retaliate against me, but did what I ordered. He is really a simple and honest good classmate!

I am used to using my right hand, but one day in expect the unexpected, I want to inexplicably emphasize the existence of my left hand. Maybe life doesn't care whether you pay attention to it or not, but it does exist. I like the conclusion that I am going my own way. Just like Dante's free and easy, he only goes his own way, but sometimes you suddenly wake up and find yourself in life with a road under your feet. You are really going your own way. Whether you advance or not will be ignored first. However, you can't help but pay attention to what others say-comfort yourself in anxiety, "go your own way and let others say it", but keep repeating "awesome words" and "three people make a tiger" in your mind. Sometimes I imagine that I can face my fears coldly, suppress my curiosity about everything, dress up coldly and think I can be brave, but I still find myself afraid. Hypocrisy can really cover other people's eyes, but it can't hide your own heart. So I always look for various reasons to paralyze myself, so that I can forget what I am afraid of in the sunny day and escape with endless dreams in the lonely night. So I regard myself as a dream, because my dream is only known to me, or my dream belongs to me, or I can dream any inexplicable dream I want. I think I just want to stay alone at night, but the reason is that I am afraid to face the reality in the west and be forced to realize the distance between my dream and reality. However, tonight is the beginning of tomorrow morning. The sun has never changed. It always comes as scheduled. The difference between night and morning lies in the ambiguity between dreams and drunkenness. The so-called drunken life dreams of death. Many people say that they like rain, like the squeal of rain, like the freshness of rain, like the tranquility or melancholy of rain. Sometimes listening to the rain and crying, there is always fog-like melancholy; Sometimes watching the rain and dancing silently is like the tranquility of silk. I like rain too. Because of love, I want to be close to her. When it rains, I will walk in the rain in a light coat. I know, so close, she can feel my breath and listen to my heartbeat; Because of this, I can feel her peace and enjoy her happiness. That time I looked up at the window in the rain and fog, where there were many faces who liked rain. But I doubt their feelings ― since they are talking about love, why don't they want to pay something for it? I was soaked to the skin, and then I fell ill willingly, just laughed and scolded my friend for being worried. Paying for love, paying for painful yearning, is willing, and has no regrets. Just guilty, worried about my friend. I am used to writing my feelings on simple and elegant paper before going to bed. Looking at the time on my watch, I know it's the early morning of the next day, but I can't help but always write down yesterday's date. Maybe I don't want to admit that I ended yesterday, and I don't want to admit that I am welcoming the sunshine of a new day. Write down what you see today and imagine what you will meet tomorrow, but you don't want to admit that time is changing anyway. Habit is really a terrible thing. Once you get used to it, you can't escape it. Contradictions, so there are always unreasonable ideas. After people have ideas, they constantly emphasize equality. Equality should be the absolute fairness of everything. Because everyone has selfish desires, there are many inequalities in the world. As a person, I have no right to comment on this, but as for people, I have to say, are those lives other than people destined to be controlled? Darwin's theory of biological evolution has been affirmed by countless people. Does it also prove that human thought is supreme? Because some animals will harm human beings in order to adapt to life, which is not allowed in people's minds, some of these animals that cannot be tamed by human beings have been eliminated and will never appear again. So I can't understand human beings, who talk about equality, but commit crimes against themselves under the cover of the law of the jungle. For animals that only rely on themselves, can human advanced thinking really be called true equality? People always talk about humanity and fraternity at delicious banquets. Indeed, isn't it only talent that is supreme in this world? I often wonder why people can eat animals, and animals should be punished if they hurt people, because the soul has left the body. Not to mention that animals eat people. Man himself is a set of contradictions. I remember once asking a friend, in that contradictory fable.