The composition of the senior high school entrance examination is 600 words

In daily study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is a 600-word composition for the senior high school entrance examination at 10. I hope I can help you.

Narrative writing of 600-word composition 1 in senior high school entrance examination is an important writing ability. The composition of the senior high school entrance examination emphasizes writing narrative in a short space. Therefore, candidates must pay attention to writing narrative skills and create highlights of the article.

Generally speaking, the composition of the senior high school entrance examination should avoid straightforward narration, especially the kind of narration with unspecified content. Careful selection of materials, grasping the characteristics and highlights of materials, ingenious design and attention to the ups and downs of narrative and plot are a good direction for candidates to write compositions in the examination room.

Narrative must be "full of waves", that is, writing about the waves of things can turn decay into magic, turn the situation that makes people fall asleep into a fascinating realm, make the events in your pen interesting and leave a deep impression on readers. Candidates want to make the plot of the article "ups and downs", commonly used methods are:

First, suspense method

Suspense is called "deduction" or "lock" in classical novels, that is, setting a puzzle without solving it, so as to stimulate readers' interest in reading. Because people have the nature to ask questions, and suspense method can just stimulate this psychological desire. Therefore, suspense method is one of the most attractive methods.

Second, the misunderstanding method

Misunderstanding is a kind of performance skill that uses time, place and human factors to deliberately cause misunderstanding between characters, which is helpful to the development of the story and enriches the drama of the plot. Misunderstandings often complicate things that can be developed according to common sense, and the article shows wonderful plots or themes here.

Third, the paving method

In order to get a better expression effect, we don't directly tell each other to write in advance, but make all kinds of preparations first, giving people the feeling that "however, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times before she started to work for us". At the same time, it is often necessary to spare no effort in pen and ink, render the atmosphere, disperse the clouds, return home with the moon, and then re-enter the wonderful scene. This kind of expression technique can often receive the performance effect of "there are mountains outside the mountain"

Fourthly, flashback and interpolation.

The advantages of flashback method are: first, it can arouse thinking, form suspense and arouse readers' interest in reading; Second, it is convenient for readers to mobilize their emotions and recall the past, which is more in line with the reality of life. The use of narrative can often make the content concrete, the image rich, the theme profound and the plot tortuous. This is an important way to make articles make waves.

Beauty can be seen everywhere in the 600-word composition of the senior high school entrance examination. Meng Haoran found the pastoral beauty of "we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains", Du Fu found the spring beauty of "flying in the mud and sleeping in the warm sand", and Fan Zhongyan found the frontier beauty of "thousands of miles away, a wisp of smoke, the sunset closes the lonely city". And I found that the unknown grass slope breeds the beauty of life.

"Hey, there is a small slope. I'll go up and have a look. " In the early spring of that year, when I was walking with my mother, I found a small earth slope. The grass there is growing wildly, and some of it is almost knee-length. On the soil slope, there are scattered stones and rubble everywhere, and the reinforced concrete ruthlessly squeezes out the green. The annual rings on the old stump seem to tell the story of the ruin here. I found nothing, shook my head regretfully, and was ready to leave.

Suddenly, a faint red color swept across my eyes ... at my feet, I found these little guys wearing bright red stems and hats. They seem to be very fragile, and they will fall down if they are not careful, so they try to stand up their slender waist, hold their heads high, and stubbornly look at this slope that seems to be out of place with them. There are traces of them on rotten branches, tiles, concrete blocks, and even in the cracks of hard stones. I am a little happy, sweeping away my inner silence.

"Oh, isn't this cucurbit moss?" Mom said. I gently stroked their little heads, as if touching a note, and every collision seemed to make a sound of nature. They are so small that they don't even have roots, but they dare to raise their heads so proudly and show their slightly red faces to show people their vitality. "Hey, bryophytes? What a tenacious life! "

Suddenly, in my mind, these notes constitute a movement, which is a praise for their tenacious vitality and a tribute to nature. A kind of respect arises spontaneously, and even a small life can do it. What about us? Why don't we cheer up? Why don't we fight against difficulties?

Everyone may find a piece of cucurbitacin hidden in their hearts and find the beauty of life nurtured by this piece of cucurbitacin.

Growing up, I spent my holidays at my grandparents' home. In the ordinary retirement life, grandma loves to make all kinds of nourishing soups, carefully enjoy cooking a pot of hot black rice, red dates and lotus seed soup in the kitchen all afternoon, and finally add fine sugar-warm and sweet. But before adding sugar, she habitually took out a small bowl prepared in advance and took a bowl without sugar, which was reserved for grandpa with diabetes. Every time she takes this bowl, there is always endless warmth and faint helplessness in her eyes. She will add more lotus petals to it-that's grandpa's favorite, and then bury a bright red jujube-which may be a small surprise for grandpa. The small bowl is full of grandma's care.

Every evening, grandma used to test grandpa's blood sugar after watching the news. This rule has never been broken since grandpa fell ill many years ago. Grandma stared at the blood glucose meter as if threatening it to report grandpa's health immediately. This anxiety seems interesting and makes me laugh. Now that I think about it, I actually have too many concerns.

Unconsciously, more than ten years have passed, and grandma's habits are still the same.

Every time I come back from vacation and go to bed late at night, I will always see the faint light in the kitchen and hear the sound of boiling water flowing into the thermos cup. Then, I will see grandpa's thin figure creep to grandma's bed, put a cup of warm water on the bed, and then go back to sleep gently. My grandmother's waist and legs are inconvenient, her eyes are dry and her mouth is dry. It is extremely difficult to get up and drink water at night, so grandpa is used to preparing for her. How much effort grandpa has devoted to a cup of warm water!

Grandpa used to make a bowl of oatmeal for grandma first in the morning. It was cooked very soft and melted in the mouth. This is also considering that grandma has a bad mouth and can't eat hard things. Every morning, grandma nagged grandpa while eating cereal with satisfaction, and recalled all kinds of interesting things about grandpa when he was young from time to time. At that time, the two smiled at each other, as if they had returned to the good old days when they were young.

Unconsciously, more than ten years have passed, and grandpa's habits remain unchanged!

Maybe that's the truth, not the romantic and vigorous pursuit. However, it is deeply rooted in the trivia of ordinary life. The behavior of caring for and cherishing each other has evolved into the most common and warmest habit, and they have been caring for each other all their lives-integrating into each other's ordinary life.

I got up in a hurry in the morning and took care of myself for three minutes. If it used to take me about ten minutes, why did I get up so early today? Yes, today is the mid-term exam, and the terrible mid-term exam is coming. I have to get up early. It's better to have a good memory in the morning and go to school early. I don't want to study at home at all.

I came to school and looked at the blackboard. I took four courses today, Chinese, politics, English and history. You know, Chinese and history are not my strong points. I quickly took out my Chinese and history books and reviewed them carefully. I circled the key points and took a look. "Haha, as long as I write them down, maybe I can get more than 100." I'm a little complacent. Then I looked at it carefully again. The time is just right, the class is over, but I am the class representative and I have to sort out the homework I wrote yesterday. I counted several people and notebooks. I handed in my homework and walked to the office with a mountain of homework. "Hard work, my class representative." The teacher said, give me a lollipop, and I took it.

Back in the classroom, the exam has begun, and the monitoring teacher is my class teacher. "You can't cheat. Even if you copy others', it's not good for you. As long as it is bad, except that if someone is derailed, I will find him out, then it will be embarrassing. " After the class teacher finished speaking, he began to hand out the test papers. When I got the test paper, I read the composition first. "That time, I really ..." Semi-propositional composition. "Yes, I have written it before." I am a little happy in my heart. The first question is an ancient poem. What a coincidence! The ancient poem I want to recite is the one I recited just now. I picked up a pen and began to write fluently. I'm afraid I forgot. I write quickly and neatly. Teachers get three points if they have papers, exactly three points! If I write neatly, I will get three points. However, when I was writing a reading question, I was very confused, which prevented me from writing like this. I can't figure it out even if I want to break my head. I want to ask my classmates for help. I saw them frowning. They didn't start writing. At least two thirds of them did. Then I didn't count on them either. I wrote it myself. It's only been half an hour since I finished writing, and it's boring at this time, so I have to check it over and over again.

I can't do history in the next exam. I even made a mistake in the first multiple-choice question. I really should type it. Well, I don't know what will happen after the result comes out, but there will definitely be criticism.

Speaking of cooperation, some football fans will think that the cooperation of Brazilian players in the World Cup is excellent, but as a student, I think the cooperation between students and teachers is worth remembering.

I don't remember where a celebrity said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Yes, my Chinese teacher and I convey our thoughts and feelings with our eyes.

She is a young female teacher who just graduated in her early twenties. Her eyes are like a clear spring. There is no dignity or momentum in her beautiful eyes. I remember the first time she gave us a class, the students were deeply attracted by what she said. Since then, Chinese classes have become lively and interesting. In this way, from that day on, one window lit up 54 windows.

On one occasion, the school held a celebration of the 50th anniversary of the founding of the school, requiring teachers and students to actively perform on stage and encouraging teachers and students to perform on the same stage. The Chinese teacher chose me to sing the song "Amazing" with her, which was the first real cooperation between me and the Chinese teacher. On the day I went on stage, because it was my first time to perform on stage, I was inevitably a little nervous and my heart was pounding. It was the Chinese teacher who cast a trusting eye that made me. Incorporating into this atmosphere, I won warm applause from my classmates when I sang "beyond myself and show off the future". The tacit cooperation between me and my teacher became the highlight of this activity, which also increased my courage. This is my first taste of success.

That day was the most unforgettable day in our class, and she announced, "I won't teach you next semester ... you are a bee, so you'd better collect honey from flowers." Do you still remember the lyrics "Every footprint is a new beginning" in the song Amazing? ..... "Suddenly, a pair of beautiful eyes with long eyelashes were printed in the hearts of the students. ...

Although this cooperation is short-lived, it is beautiful and tacit. It left us an unfinished thought and an unfinished legend.

Dr. Woodpecker is studying cases in the clinic. Daddy Monkey rushed in, grabbed the woodpecker and ran away. The woodpecker was puzzled, and the second monk was really puzzled. He quickly asked, "what's the matter? What the hell happened? " Father monkey said in a panic, "I'll tell you when I get to my house."

When he arrived at the little monkey's house, the monkey's father pointed to a peach tree in front of the door and said sadly, "Look, my peach tree is going to die. It was fine a while ago. But two days ago, it seemed to be drying up. It was ruined when I saw that I had delicious peaches to eat. I watered the peach tree five times a day, and it's still the same. " Then he looked at the sick old tree and sighed.

Doctor Woodpecker looked at the peach tree and said slowly, "Daddy Monkey, don't worry, let me diagnose it first. There is a head for grievances and a master for debts. I will find the root of the peach tree's illness. " Say that finish, it calmly flew around the branches. As the woodpecker flew, he observed carefully: "This tree is not short of water, it is caused by tree worms." Sure enough, it saw many small holes in the tree.

So Dr Woodpecker stopped on the branch and looked into the hole carefully. Sure enough, he found many tree worms.

Father monkey nervously asked under the tree, "Did you find the root of the disease?"

"I found it and I'll tell you later." After that, Dr. Woodpecker propped himself up with his tail, grabbed the trunk with his claws, stood firmly on the trunk, stretched out his pointed mouth, put his hand into the hole in the tree, took out a black caterpillar, stood beside the monkey father and looked at it, then ate it. The woodpecker said, "Look, it's a caterpillar. I want to get rid of all the bugs. "

The woodpecker persevered and killed all the bugs in the tree hole in the same way. After the illness, it said, "Don't worry, Monkey Dad. I promise you will have peaches to eat. Be sure to eat. "

Father Monkey thanked Doctor Woodpecker and said he was a good doctor in the forest.

Two weeks later, the peach tree returned to its original appearance, full of vitality and vigor. Small animals are playing in the trees, and Father Monkey has harvested many peaches to share with the animals in the forest.

Comment: Woodpeckers cure diseases, what a familiar knowledge of nature. The little author seized the example that woodpeckers helped the monkey father cure the peach tree and wrote about the mutual help and friendship between animals. The monkey father shared the fruits with the animals, which made people feel the love between animals and moved people.

Grandma often nags me that your father is "grass" in your mother's eyes.

Dad is really a sheep in front of mom. Be obedient. After getting up, mom asked dad to take the urinal and empty it, but dad actually did it all. My mother said that I should be closer to my neighbors and stay away from them, but my father actually listened to them all. Dad was chatting with someone, and mom said "the lion roared", but dad went home obediently. Once my father was drinking with someone, and my mother was dragged into the house just after pulling her ear. The villagers have important things to discuss. As soon as dad came out, people said, you can't decide what to discuss, so please invite your family! Dad really called mom. Dad became a famous "ear" in the village.

Mom feels proud that she can control dad. She is very proud.

Until one day my mother whispered grandma's fault in my father's ear. Dad blushed and shouted, want to know why I didn't hit you? Because of my mother. My mother's life is not easy. My father has a bad temper and is a little unhappy. He always scolds when he opens his mouth and hits when he raises his hand. Father broke a stick with his thick arm and broke a chair. My mother stayed up all her life for our children. Every time I see my mother being beaten, I swear that I will never stab her again after I marry my daughter-in-law, and I will love her for life.

When I came back from school, grandma nagged me about the "war" between mom and dad.

I was shocked after listening to it. I didn't expect my father's mind to be so broad.

Dad will talk to others when he is outside, but mom won't yell, pull her ears, and even hand him a bowl of water. The neighbors were surprised. When someone asked her mother, she just smiled. Dad smiled when someone asked him. I couldn't help asking my father, who solemnly said to me, "You, your mother and your grandmother are the' auspicious three treasures' in my life, and they are all worth loving slowly."

Love the baby in life slowly. Dad's poetic language, like a ray of sunshine, suddenly lit up my heart.

I don't know when I fell in love with it, looking for inner touch in its wandering body, touching it, and looking for the best balance between perfection and loneliness. I quietly picked up that moving heart and decided not to let it go and be washed away by the ancient waves.

The songs of youth always make me tremble in silence, and the lines of Chinese characters remind me of the ink fragrance of civilization. The warm spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies will give me the impulse of life. Thousands of elves covered under layers of dead leaves touched me to the rhythm of life cycle, which is far away and beautiful.

I admire that birds have their own world and seek the sound of nature in silence. It gathers the vast sky between a pair of wings and feathers. Hazy sunshine through the close branches and leaves, showing drunkenness and gentleness, gathers that dazzling brilliance, so that birds can quietly experience its mystery. The surging heart can't keep the passion of appearance. I felt the silence of tears in the splashing waves. What I pursue is moving in silence, and tears are the fruits of exposure.

Touched by the heart, beautiful as water. When the sky is no longer blue and the mountains are no longer lofty, what can I do to save the injured soul? Flowers will be moved to release fragrance because of the selflessness of water, and running water will try to sing because of the strength of mountains. If we haven't studied decoration, will we write our dreams on our faces and smile calmly in the vast world?

The touch of the soul comes from the perception of everything. The passage of a star will make me have wonderful fantasies, the growth of a grass will make me wait and see, and a touch of sunshine will make me feel the continuation of life. The touch of the soul reflects the beauty of the essence. In the cycle of life, there are many vows of eternal love.

Hazy mountains and hazy scenery have blurred my eyes. All tangible moments become invisible, dancing in the body, sketching in the mind and moving forward in life. I love this mountain, its tangible and magnificent, but I love its intangible more. I, love the water, love its music score and its tenacious physique, but I appreciate its invisible body that embraces all things. I love to be moved, love to be moved by tangible sentient things in the world, love to be moved by ethereal natural bodies, and love to be moved by the essential truth of all things.

So I learned to release, I threw my love out and let it float in the hazy world. ...

Bamboo has always been loved by literati, and I have a special liking for familiarity. What makes people love bamboo so much?

Bamboo, with flat leaves and towering branches, stands between heaven and earth, hollow and knotted, and has tightly tied roots, so bamboo will never fall down.

Zheng Banqiao loved and painted bamboo all his life, especially bamboo. I just walked on a piece of paper called Banqiao a hundred years later, and walked in the bamboo forest covered with China's integrity. I'm just a young man who admires you a hundred years later. Banqiao! I followed your footsteps and witnessed skinny footprints. They are shocking! Your back standing in the wind made me mistakenly think it was a bamboo under the west window. Let it be. East wind, west wind or north wind. Only you are so indestructible, humble, standing, sending rain in the wind, soaking in the frost and pouring in the snow.

Bamboo not only has solar terms, but also is modest. Just as the ancients said, "Modesty is like the ancients' cloud", with bowed leaves, there are no flowers on the back of arrogant plums. "It never boasts. Day after day, year after year, it always waits silently. The great poet Su Shi once said, "I would rather eat meat than bamboo. Without meat, people are thin, without bamboo, people are vulgar. ".

Bamboo is still very human. According to legend, there was an emperor named Yu in ancient times. After his death, the blood and tears shed by his concubines E Huang and Nv Ying became a kind of bamboo red. Since then, this kind of bamboo has spots and is called Xiang Zhu Fei.

There is a bamboo forest in ChristianRandPhillips in my hometown. The sand is green and the branches are green. The spots on the bamboo branches shed tears at random and will fall down. Sister Lin in a Dream of Red Mansions is called Princess Xiaoxiang because she likes the bamboo in Xiaoxiang Pavilion and loves its integrity. She fought for her true love and left her own blood and tears.

Bamboo is also one of Lao Han's three friends. What are Lao Leng's three friends? It's the plum whose brother-in-law stays in the blue sky, and the withered pine hangs upside down on the cliff. It's the plum who laughs among the bushes when bloom is in the mountains. It's the bamboo that is still strong after many trials and can be the wind in the east, west, north and south. It can become three friends among so many plants. The superiority of bamboo can be seen.

Bamboo is full of treasures, and bamboo leaves have a natural fragrance, which can be used to wrap zongzi. Bamboo branches can be used to make chairs. Bamboo shoots are tender and delicious.

Things are like chess, everything is changing, but there is always one thing, harder than stone and as flexible as reed, which will stay in your heart for a long time and will not be taken away by time, and that is the spirit of bamboo!

Our life is full of sunshine.

Sunshine is made up of many colors, and people with sunshine mentality will also show their own colors.

Red.

Jay is red.

"Oh, school is finally over." I struggled out of the school gate. At this time, the sky in my heart is gloomy. "Hey, look at you, you just got back from the failure of 360." Jay suddenly rushed from behind. I shrugged helplessly. "Hey, your song" Armored Vehicle "(Bicycle) is really classical." Jay deliberately changed the subject. "Of course." I am not modest when I see him praising me. "Of course, I am talking about getting old." "What?" "Listen to me, authentic new century pop music." Ding Lingling ... As soon as he rang the doorbell, a crisp voice lingered in my ear. "Enjoy it." He smiled at me with his head held high. "Ha ha ha ....."

Suddenly there is a smell of fried ham sausage. "Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke. I rode past the deep-fried butcher shop, and my mouth watered three times in thousands of feet. Unfortunately, there is no money in the bag. " Jay couldn't help chanting. "Ha ha ha ....." I was also made to laugh with him. I don't know when the haze in the "sky" swept away.

Blue.

The light is blue.

Liang's grades in all subjects are second to none, and he is handsome, which is the "bright spot" in the class. But for various reasons, Liang looks a little depressed, a little like a blue sky.

I pulled my head and stared at the geometry problem. For a long time, helpless, looking at the light, he was very happy. I leaned down and said, "Liang, look at your beauty. You must have solved it, right?" "hmm!" "Then be merciful and point out the maze." "well, you see, OF is the bisector of AOB ... what's the matter, have you thought of it?" "Wait, let me think again ... Wow, that's great, Liang, you're so smart!" The moment I looked up, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a smile on my bright mouth, which turned out to be the expression of a victorious soldier.

Green.

I am green.

"Xing, let's have a competition and take this unit exam." In the face of the sudden "challenge book", I was a little surprised, but in the eyes of everyone's encouragement, my heart also lit up and nodded calmly to him.

The next step is to struggle, struggle. The green color of Yu gives us a lot of hope.

Sunshine is everywhere. Everyone's sunshine seems to be different, but when we are young, when we walk together, the sunshine will gather into the warmest gold!