At midnight, a figure is still busy. She stroked the little girl's forehead with a gentle hand. Although she is sleepy, she seems to be tireless ... The following is a 600-word composition example I collected for you. I hope you like it.
It's good to have you. 600-word composition 1 Who laughs and fights with me, who comforts me when I am sad, who encourages me when I am lost. Yes, he is my dear brother.
I remember when you were a child, you were bullied by others. When I was carrying you home, I accidentally tripped over a stone, and you fell headfirst to the ground. Mom saw you crying and quickly picked you up. Then she looked at the big red envelope on her head and was worried. I stood aside at a loss. Then my mother made me stand in front of my house. You rub your sore head and stand with me. No matter what my mother says, you just won't leave. At that time, I was thinking: it's good to have a caring brother like you!
Remember an incident in the summer a few years ago? Grandma came to see us in the street and put a bottle of boiling water in the thermos on the table to cool down. As a result, you found out, so you stood on tiptoe and tried to get it with both hands, trying to give the thermos cup to grandma. Finally, you managed to get the bottom of the teacup. As soon as I answered, "Wow-"boiling water splashed behind you. At that time, you burst into tears, and my mother came to see your back, which was already red and hot. She quickly took you to the hospital for treatment.
The whole process, you didn't cry, but it hurt when I looked at it. Because in summer, your scalded skin can't be next to your clothes, so you wear a small vest, sleep on your stomach and support yourself with things every day. I asked you if your back hurts, but you said, "What is this?"? I am not afraid of anything! " "At that time, I was thinking: It's good to have a strong brother like you!
Brother, it's good to have you! My life is colorful and interesting because of you.
It's good to have you. 600-word composition for grade three. Look! The girl sitting in the first row of the class, her big eyes are full of enthusiasm for learning. She kept moving her hands while listening to the teacher. She is taking notes!
That's right! She is the headmistress of our class. She is very kind. As long as her classmates ask her questions, she is always responsive, and I am often her "student".
Once, a math problem asked the area of a semicircle, and only the circumference of the semicircle was given. What should I do if I ask about the area? Thinking hard and racking my brains, I still got nothing. I have no choice but to ask for help.
Looking around, I took aim at Xueba, who was reading a book, and ran over to ask her, "Big Brother! How to do this problem? " She picked up the question, looked at it and said, "We taught this question in the cram school." As soon as I heard it, someone knew, and quickly brought a pen and a draft to teach me.
"We know that the circumference formula of a circle is 2πr, and the circumference of a semi-circle is half of it ... Then we can deduce that the circumference formula of a semi-circle is πr plus 2r, and then we can know that the radius is ..." "Oh, I see. Thank you, big brother! " "Wait,no." Suddenly a voice sounded, and when I turned around, it was another female senior in our class. She told it patiently. I walked aside and wrote down what Xueba had just said.
It was she who helped me solve one problem after another, and it was she who helped other students explain patiently.
Faced with this situation, I just want to sigh: it's good to have you!
It's very kind of you to have a composition of 600 words in grade three. Light life, it's good to have you
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Obsessed with your face, how many times I stopped to stare. A long time ago, I painted your face over and over again in my dream, and I woke up with tears in my eyes.
Because of you, these six years are so beautiful, full of laughter and books. Because of you, I will always have a warm and hidden organization in my heart, a support for anxiety after falling, and a bear hug that is my best friend at the beginning of school. Every time I think of it, sweetness will come to my mind and I can't help smiling.
You witnessed the stupid things you did when you were a child, childish, naive, ridiculous ... quarreling with your girlfriends, notes handed down from your deskmate, and cheat sheets on exams. In any case, the childhood mixed with tears and laughter is always worth cherishing.
Leaning in the corner, remembering these six years, crazy, noisy, good, bad, crying, laughing … Why is it not my exclusive memory? And the protagonist in this memory is not you? My alma mater, Party History Primary School.
Because of you, I experienced the first separation in my life, waving with tears and turning around countless times. It was you who smiled and watched us go to another competition-junior high school.
Time washes away mercilessly, diluting the footprints on the beach and washing away the gravel on the reef beach. Only you are still the same.
This winter vacation has returned to the affiliated elementary school, looking at the familiar classroom, walking on the playground that was once too tired to cry, lying on the lawn that was ridiculed and chased in the past, and looking at the blue sky. At this moment, how I wish time would stop running and stop at this beautiful moment, just you and me. At this moment, I will talk to you about the troubles of youth and the joy of learning. Let happy and unrestrained laughter ripple in the air, and let wind and clouds surround your head. May this laughter last for a long time.
Alma mater-it's good to have you.
It's good to have you. Many ancient literati had brothers, and they also wrote many poems about brothers, such as Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Mountain Holidays" and Su Shi's "Mink Head". The person I want to write today is also my own brother Zhu Haoyang.
When I was a child, I didn't have any friends, and every day was empty and boring. I wandered around the community for a long time, but I couldn't find any friends. So, I feel particularly lonely. One day, I finally couldn't help crying to my parents, hoping they could spend more time with me. That year, a great thing happened. My brother was born!
Since then, I am no longer lonely; Since then, I have lived a busy and fulfilling life every day, and I no longer feel empty! From then on, I officially became my brother; Dear brother, it's good to have you!
Unconsciously, he has grown into a handsome young man, more and more sensible. One day a few months ago, I finished playing basketball and dragged myself home. On entering the door, my brother ran out to meet me as usual. Seeing my tired appearance, he said lovingly, "Brother, you are tired! Sit down and have a rest! " He helped me move a stool and let me sit down and rest. Then, he found my slippers from the shoe rack and took off my basketball shoes and put them on. Before I could say thank you, he ran into the kitchen and poured me water. I saw him waddling up to me with a cup carefully and saying, "Please enjoy your meal!" " "My eyes are moist. Dear brother, it's good to have you!
I recently went out to play with him and was targeted by a bully in the community. He saw that I had a lot of change in my hand, so he came to grab it. I didn't give it to him, so he started fighting with me. He is too big, and I am no match for him at all. Just when I was in danger, my brother rushed up and shouted, "Don't hit my brother!" " "He came to help. He opened his mouth and bit the bully on the arm. All I heard was the bully running away screaming. My brother came to help me regardless of his own safety.
Dear brother, it's good to have you!
It's good to have you. It's good to have you! These four words give people endless warmth. Staring at it, this person, this event, this scene ... will slowly emerge in front of you, moving people.
That day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, covering all the sunshine. It was dark all day, suffocating, and it was raining like a filament. I was sitting at home, and my mother just got home after working all morning, but she was assigned to help me with my things. Looking at my mother's tired appearance, I thought: I'll get it myself! But I was just about to go up and say that my mother had closed the door and left.
I looked at my mother from a distance and saw her walking into the rain with an old umbrella with a hole or two. Mother's walking speed changes from fast to slow, and her stride changes from fast to small. Mom must be very tired. After running all morning, it is impossible not to be tired. It's just that my mother doesn't want me to be tired and pretends that she is not tired at all.
Watching my mother walk to the side of the road, there are many cars on the road today. When you cross the street, you will be watched by your neighbors, but in this weather today, no one will walk outside at all, and there are few people on the road. I think my mother keeps giving way to the car until it passes. My mother went to the window, asked, and reached out for it. I found that my mother's hands were rough, and there were five cocoons beside her palms. I know it's because my mother worked too hard and took heavy things. Taking things, my mother walked back with things, but stopped to rest on the way and came for a while. ...
When mom came back, it was already time for dinner. Mother asked me to open a box. When I opened it, I found it was a cake. It turns out that this is the birthday cake my mother bought for me. I was so moved that I couldn't help saying, "Mom, it's good to have you!" " "
The rain in the sky stopped, the birds flew out, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and a little sunshine spread all over the earth. How nice!
It's good to have you. Out of the window, it was a little gray, and the birds parked on the branches suddenly stopped singing. I waited in the waiting room, waiting for my turn to make a speech. Today, I was selected by you who taught me English in the remedial class to take part in the oral contest.
By drawing lots, I drew the fifteenth one to play. I sat in the waiting room next to the stage and watched other people's performances. Walking alone on the stage: 1, 2, 3, 4 ... Yes 13. Come in and let me and 14 get ready.
I just woke up and was going to stand up and wait at the door, but I couldn't stand up. I looked down and my feet trembled with fear.
Reluctantly, I stood up and watched the performances of several people in front of me, and my confidence was gone. But at this moment, you came over and patted me on the shoulder to encourage me: "Learning the spirit of women's volleyball is a kind of never giving up." Never give up! That is a kind of tenacity that can stand silence and sweat! That is an energy that depends on spirit and strength! That's also an effort that you know you won't win! So be brave! "
Ah, I listened to your words, and my fighting spirit burned again. I also know that I will not get a good result, and I will try my best to fight for it, so that I can succeed! You said to me again, "Chen Han, as long as you put in 100% efforts, you will always get something." Since you have paid so much, you will definitely get something! "
After listening to your words, I bravely and generously walked to the stage and sang while talking ... I was particularly surprised that I was so brave, but your words must have encouraged me and inspired me. Every time I see you smiling and nodding at me under the stage, I will think to myself: You have made great efforts for me, and I will definitely live up to your expectations.
After my performance, you came over, took my hand and said excitedly, "hmm!" " Chen Han, very good, keep on cheering! "I see tears in your eyes.
I can succeed because of you; Because of you, I can summon up courage. It's good to have you!