Topic composition 600 words

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Topic composition 600 words 1 After more than 7 hours' drive, my mother and I came to Longfengtou Beach in Pingtan Island, Fujian Province, and saw the sea I had missed for a long time.

There are no clouds in Wan Li, the sky is blue, the water is blue, and water and the sky are the same color. You can't tell where the sky is and where the sea is. Now is the low tide period, and the coastline baptized by seawater is golden yellow, reflecting dazzling light. The sparkling waves on the sea surface form colorful rainbow stripes under the irradiation of sunlight, which is simply a neon lamp during the day. A big wave came and hit the rock, splashing white water, and soon the second big wave swooped down, more fierce than the first one, as if to drown the whole world. Those waves are like the cries of soldiers, and the high waves are like rows of soldiers. They are strong, and when they reach my feet, they become kind waiters, sending us shells and touching our soles.

Looking in along the boundary of seawater erosion, I suddenly found many regular holes on the beach, and many small sand balls the size of rice grains were scattered around the holes. Whose masterpiece is this? I couldn't resist my curiosity and crept in front of these small holes. Suddenly, a little head poked out from one of the holes, only to see it stay alert for a few seconds. Maybe it feels safe. The little guy started sticking out his feet, and then he walked out of the hole. Oh, it turned out to be a small sea crab, only the size of soybeans, and its whole body is still transparent. Although it is crawling sideways, the speed is really not covered.

As night fell, the sea began to calm down slowly, not as energetic as during the day. A full moon rose into the sky and shone a beautiful image into the sea. The waves beat gently on the shore, light and soft, like a mother's whisper. There were lights on the coast, and people who loved the sea began to build bonfires, singing and dancing around them, and laughter rippled on the sea. At this time, we are happy and become a part of the sea!

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. According to my parents, today is a traditional folk festival and one of the important festivals in China.

As the saying goes, it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Asked where there was a restaurant, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Just like the famous poem by Du Mu, a great poet in Tang Dynasty, it is drizzling in Tomb-Sweeping Day every year, which always gives people a sad feeling. No, it rains in Mao Mao again in Tomb-Sweeping Day every year.

This morning, it was another gloomy day. Wandering around for a while, I feel particularly sad, but it's still inappropriate! Father woke me up for breakfast and took fire, paper and hoe to sweep the grave. Stepping on the thorns on the road and along the muddy path, we came to my wife's grave. After my father lit the fire, I put paper and firecrackers on it. We braved the light rain and prepared to go to the grave of another wife. I'm not interested in enjoying flowers and plants. Birds singing and insects singing, I didn't mind listening, just came to the grave early. After a while, we arrived. Looking at the lonely grave, I can't help feeling sad. When dad finished weeding and lit the fire, he took out the paper and scattered it all on the grave. ...

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the flowers are staggered, and there is a dead silence around. This scene makes me feel nostalgic: I can't help but burst into tears when I think of the love and joy they gave me before my death. At this time, my father also shed tears. The rain didn't subside, and we cried until we stood up after a long time.

At this moment, I saw the red azaleas in the distance. According to my mother, azaleas, also known as Qingming flowers, bloom in Qingming period, because they are the best things to commemorate and appease the dead. So, I ran to pick graves for my grandparents, hoping that they could all get help.

A few flowers bloom every year, and there are different happiness every year. Not everyone can feel it. I long for happiness in this rain, so I long for clarity.

There are many firsts in a person's life. They are like twinkling stars in the night sky, so beautiful, bright and unforgettable, and they will cross the long river of memory from time to time. ...

I remember cooking for the first time, on a weekend of summer vacation. At noon that day, my father was on a business trip and my mother was working overtime. My stomach is growling with hunger. It suddenly occurred to me that the teacher had taught us to share housework for mom and dad. Why don't I take this opportunity to cook dinner for my parents

At first, I took out two potatoes from the refrigerator, washed them and peeled them. I put the potatoes on the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife and cut them carefully, but the kitchen knife didn't seem to listen to me. The kitchen knife that has been obedient in my mother's hand has arrived in my hand. I want it to go left, it goes right, and it goes left. The cut potatoes are large and small. I panicked and grabbed the kitchen knife. I cut slowly, and my heart was full of joy.

After the potatoes are cut, I immediately pour oil into the pot. When the oil was hot, I poured all the potatoes into it. At this time, the smell of oil smoke came to my nose and made me cry. I wiped my tears and backed out: if I had known cooking was so hard, I would have waited for my mother to come back honestly! Ahem! At this time, I thought of what the teacher taught us, and I gave up the idea just now. Covering my nose, I randomly stirred the potatoes in the pot, adding seasoning to the pot from time to time, and the potatoes danced in the pot, which made it worse. I had to add a small bowl of water. After frying, I think this is the "paste" of shredded potatoes. The heart is like a bottle of five flavors, with mixed feelings.

After my mother came back, I dragged her to taste the food I cooked. First, my mother praised me, so I picked up chopsticks and began to taste. "how about it? Mom? " I asked in a hurry. My mother frowned at first, then smiled and said "Yes". I quickly picked up chopsticks and began to eat. What is this? The potato was burnt and I stuck my tongue out. My mother comforted me and said, "It's good to do this for the first time ..."

This is my unforgettable first time. It is like a shining star forever, which I will never forget!

Life is like a bow, we are all bowlers. We shouldn't pull the bowstring too tightly, or it will break. Always leave some space for yourself, in order to breathe more fresh air, give your mind a chance to breathe, and live a more exciting life.

Leave some space for yourself and enjoy life easily and happily.

Nowadays, people are often bound by fame and fortune and constantly put pressure on themselves, so that they are exhausted physically and mentally. Actually, you don't have to do this. Might as well learn from Su Shi and leave some space for yourself. Su Shi had a rough life and was repeatedly relegated by Wutai poetry case. He sighed and hesitated, but in the end he left a little space for his soul and smiled at life with the mentality of "sad rain all his life".

Leave some space for the ideal and face the loss calmly.

Ideal is the guiding light. Without ideals, there is no direction in life. We are all trying to realize our ideals, but there are always times when everything goes wrong. Maybe we have paid a lot, but we still can't realize our ideals, so some people cling to it and suffer. In fact, if you think about it from another angle, "there is no doubt that there is no way for mountains and rivers, and there is another village in the future." If you get out of the ideological deadlock, you will often get new enlightenment. Leave some space for your ideal and face the loss calmly. You will find that God has opened a window while closing a door for you.

Leave some space for friends to make the friendship stronger and longer.

Aristotle said: "Friendship is the same soul living in two bodies." So some people think that good friends should be inseparable, and there should be no secrets between them. In fact, this will only worsen friendship. A famous person once said, "There are no eternal friends and no eternal enemies." The reason why friends can't last forever is often because we don't leave the necessary space for friendship to grow. "A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water", and that little space is the driving force of this endless stream of water.

Leave some space for others and establish harmonious interpersonal relationships.

"The vastest ocean in the world, the sky wider than the ocean, and the human mind wider than the sky." If everyone is more tolerant, they will be more understanding and more beautiful, and the ups and downs in life can also be written into colorful movements. Learn to be tolerant, and you will find that the world is so beautiful.

Space makes life colorful, friendship firm and lasting, and the world more harmonious. Remember, don't pursue perfection in everything, leave some space, and life will become better.

I like many people, but my favorite is my mother.

My mother is in her thirties. She is short, chubby and round, with a smile on her face, which makes people know that she is an amiable person.

She is a teacher, a math teacher. That alone is enough to make me proud. Since primary school, as long as I ask her a math problem she doesn't understand, she will definitely give me a satisfactory answer.

That's not all I'm proud of Mom, with a wide range of hobbies and rich knowledge, can be said to be a knowledgeable person: she loves singing and sings with rhyme and flavor. To this end, the school also let her teach music for several years; She loves telling stories, telling them vividly, and giving her a story book casually, whether you like Cantonese version or Mandarin version, can fascinate you; She likes playing computer, writing articles, drawing pictures and making greeting cards.

No, in the third grade, she taught me to make a beautiful personal website, and put my photos, compositions and pictures on it, which made my classmates envious. She also loves sports. She likes dancing, skating, swimming, playing table tennis and badminton.

Just because my mother is versatile, positive and cheerful, I like her and like being with her. Being with her makes me feel how colorful and fun life is. Even if I do my homework with her, I won't feel bored, because my mother will play a funny version of music or a vivid and exaggerated joke when I am tired and sleepy, which will make me sleepy after laughing.

Although my mother has a wide range of hobbies, she does not forget to care about my study. For my study, she even controlled her hobbies. She likes singing very much. When I was a child, I listened to her sing every day, but I seldom listened to her sing when I went home from school to do my homework. She said I was afraid of affecting my homework. I need to use the computer to check the information, and she will give me the computer she is using right away.

This is my favorite person who makes my life full of fun-my mother.

I have a good brother. His name is Bozi. He is short and dark, but he is a very cheerful and optimistic person.

He likes a person, but he likes something unusual. She is a quiet girl, wears a pair of glasses and loves to study. She is the monitor of our class-Ivan, and also the "class flower" of our class. It's not one or two people chasing her! There are those with excellent academic performance, those with wide knowledge, and those with short stature and average academic performance ... My family Bozi is one of them. On a sunny afternoon, Bozi and I chatted on the grass. Speaking of Bozi, Bozi said, "There is only one person I like best, and she is Ivan." I said to him, "I don't like her. What's so good about her? Isn't she getting better grades and ugly? " Do you want to rob the same girl as your good brother Hui Ye? "He said," I just like her, like her grades, like her ugly, like everything about her! ""I was speechless and said, "Bo Zi, can you compare with Master Hui?" ? Besides,' where there is no grass in the world, why do you have a crush on a flower?' She used to like you, but now she likes Master Hui, not you. They two two of a kind, why should you! He insisted, "I don't care what you say or whether she likes me or not, I like her anyway." This is a fact that cannot be changed anyway. " I said, "I don't want to argue with you anymore. I mean well, too I don't want to see Ivan turn you from good brothers into rival lovers. "Stay here by yourself! Think about it, I'm leaving. " He said, "OK, bye!" I saw Bozi sitting there alone, as if thinking about something. He shed tears, which were extremely sad tears. This is the first time I have seen him cry, and it is also the first time I have seen him so sad.

Somehow, I haven't heard him say the name Ivan since that day Maybe he gave up, maybe he gave up, maybe he was desperate, maybe he wanted to regard this last love as the best memory in life. Keep this memory forever. Only a few of us know.