1. Write a composition about acquaintances

Good morning, thick autumn, small town.

The continuous drizzle for several days has shrouded the small town in a haze of smoke. A gust of wind passed by, picking up a few leaves remaining on the branches.

The dim yellow light of the street lamp shines through the branches on the rusty stop sign. The words on it have long disappeared in an unknown era. Today's stop sign is like a piece of scrap metal.

The streets were deserted. Occasionally, a person would appear struggling on a tricycle and then disappear into the fog not far away.

It’s past six o’clock in the morning, and Xiaocheng hasn’t woken up yet. She tightened her dark blue school uniform tightly, and her dark bangs gently flicked back and forth on her face.

She knew that he must be in the car, the third seat from the left of the door. She often thought that they could actually talk and even become friends.

It’s just that she stubbornly believed that it was good to keep the way she was now, three rows of seats apart, neither far nor close, just watching him quietly. Look at the clean smile that occasionally appears on his face, look at the white scarf around his neck, and look at his clean and neat school uniform.

His eyes passed through one person after another, looking at his quiet appearance. At 6:30, the fog turned orange on time, and the first bus, with its lights still on, stumbled towards the stop sign.

The car is very old, and the black dirt is clearly visible on the seats, and it creaks together with the wooden floor when you sit on it. The conductor recognized her and was yawning to say hello to the girl who had been taking the first bus to school. She smiled, took the ticket, and lowered her head.

She saw him again in the third seat on the left side of the car door, with his white scarf and fair face; he was staring at the light outside the window, seemingly unaware that the car had stopped, and she Slowly walking past him, my heart was filled with ecstasy and fear. One...two...three...sat down just three rows away from him.

Then the bus door closed awkwardly. Through the blurred windowpane, only some busy shadows could be seen in the breakfast shop. The light in the shop was dim and other shops were not open yet.

People gradually appeared on the sidewalk in twos and threes, walking in a hurry. In the reflection of the car window, the young man's black hair half covered his eyebrows, his face was calm and melancholy, and occasionally the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but then disappeared suddenly.

As the number of people in the car gradually increased, she could stare at him unscrupulously, with warmth rising in her heart. She was so familiar with all this, the people reading the newspaper, the people stroking their eyebrows, the people taking a nap quietly, the motionless people looking out the window, and the beautiful young man wearing a white scarf who was just three rows away from her. It's all so quiet and harmonious.

It’s just that no one knows that at this time, there is a girl whose heart is in a state of confusion and waves are rippling. But he didn't know that there was a girl watching him all the time.

The second year of high school is a turbulent period. She longs for someone to reach her inner world, she longs for someone to calm down and listen to her chattering quietly, and she longs for someone to pour out all her depression and troubles to one person.

However, she felt that none of her friends understood her. They talked about boys and girls, cosmetics and clothing, the college entrance examination, the future and dreams, but no one ever talked to her about each other's inner worlds. She felt that her friend was not aware of the dark corner of her heart, which was damp and cold.

The second year of high school is a lonely era. Young and frivolous dreams begin to fade, June is too early to be scary, the world seems to have entered a vacuum, and everything is unknown where to go.

She was distracted in class and sat alone after class. She felt that her loneliness was killing her, and she was hopeless, but she could not speak to her friends. That's the kind of depression a deaf-mute person feels when he can't describe his nightmare to others.

In the second year of high school, a confusing period, she tried desperately to grab the tail of her ideal, but it still ruthlessly slipped from her hands, leaving no trace and nowhere to be found. Whenever this time, she would always think of that white scarf, and she wanted to tell him everything in her heart.

It was time to get off work after school. Fortunately, there were no crowds in the small town, which allowed her to go to school quietly and go home quietly. Her home is far away from the school, and there is a large blank space in between.

But he was lucky to have a beautiful young man accompanying him on such a long journey. She was lucky to be able to pass through three rows of seats and find his place amidst the friction between shoulders. But she also knew in her heart that she was just an ordinary girl. Maybe she didn't even have a vague outline left in his heart. He was just a strange figure that passed by him every day.

She always kept this distance from him, and all the desire to talk to him disappeared. They seemed to be close at hand, but there was always an invisible barrier of silence. She wanted to be close to him so much, wanted to hug him tightly, touch his white face and soft black hair. However, she always felt that there was a strong force grabbing her and preventing her from every move. action.

In the second year of high school, at the end of free time, everyone around me is trying hard to remember this beautiful time that once belonged to them with love. Someone openly held hands on campus, and the boy gave his favorite girl Write a love letter, and then some people will be sweet in the struggle, and some people will witness the funeral of a young man's heart. They say that a person is destined to meet the person who can make him happy in one place. He is destined to meet that important person in his life at a certain moment. He is destined to meet and fall in love with another person in a certain space and be inseparable. abandoned.

Time is at the mercy of everything. We all live under the clutches of time, experiencing birth, old age, illness and death, joys and sorrows, and the vicissitudes of life. Who is whose passer-by, and who is whose final destination? There are always three rows of seats separated, and no one is closer to the other, as autumn turns to winter.

The winter in the small town was gentle and beautiful, with crystal snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the bare branches covered with white flowers. She felt that the small town in winter was beautiful, gentle and quiet, very much like his whiteness. scarf. She still takes the first bus to school.

Life goes on, going to class and finishing get out of class; taking exams and doing homework. She still talked with her friends about topics that would never touch her heart; she still watched him quietly from three rows of seats away from him, and warmth hit her again and again.

The stop sign turned dark green when winter came, and the words on it were slender and white. She suddenly felt that she should tell him that she liked him or loved him.

Is there anything wrong with this? Nothing is wrong, right? She also has the right to remember this beautiful period of youth. They can be together. Even if not, they can be friends. Final exam is over. 2. Write an essay about an acquaintance of about 100 words

I have a cute and naughty little sister. She is 3 years old this year. Her round face is embedded with a pair of big, watery eyes. , I am always cheerful every day, as if there is some happy event.

My sister is very timid. When she hears a noise, she blinks her eyes constantly, as if she is asking, "What is that noise?" But sometimes she seems to be unconvinced by what we say to her. He kept clapping his little hands, and at the same time his big eyes blinked again. We couldn't help laughing when we saw this scene.

My sister’s mouth is very lucky. She can actually name some things that she has never been exposed to before, which makes us all feel strange. What about her? But she pouted her little mouth disapprovingly, as if to say: "What, you are looking down on me too much."

My sister is very diligent. Whenever I do my homework, she always sits next to me and is very serious. She "supervised" me carefully. When I made a mistake in a question, she always muttered something, as if to say: "Sister, why are you so careless!" My sister's diligence is not only reflected in accompanying me to do my homework, but also more importantly. What's more, she gets up early every day and goes to school with her schoolbag on her back. How cute! By the way, my sister also has very developed sports skills. She jumps up and down all day long, no less than Cheng Fei.

This is my sister, a lovely angel! 3. A 2000-word essay on the person I know best

The person I know best

The person I know best—my mother. My mother is in her thirties, has short hair, delicate eyebrows, big eyes (only big when she wears glasses), and looks very knowledgeable. However, my mother used to be slim, but now she is a little fat. She always mutters in front of us: "I have become fat!" "I want to lose weight!"

My mother has a bad temper.

Once, I went to play in the open space downstairs and found a bone. I thought: "Wow! 'Prehistoric bone fossil'!" I took the bone home and came back happily. I said to her : "Mom! Look! 'Prehistoric Bone Fossils'!" She hit me on the back indiscriminately and said, "Why did you pick up a bone? What if there is an infectious disease?" ? Throw it away! "Of course I don't want to throw it away. What a good thing I picked up, why should I throw it away? So I was in a standstill with her, and as long as I didn't throw it away, she would hit me hard. Forget it, throw it away. Why is this mother so stubborn and still using incense to drive away evil spirits? Why use mosquito coils instead of special incense? Is it to repel mosquitoes or evil spirits? What a superstitious person. Anyway, there are only three words - pain, pain, misery!

Although she sometimes has a bad temper, she is also very gentle at other times. One time, when I came back from playing, I was sweating like beans. My mother took a cold towel, walked up to me and said, "Come on, stinky son, let me wipe it for you." Then, she asked me to sit down again. Come down and wait, what kind of chicken are you cooking for me? I thought: "It must be a super small chicken wing." On the contrary, it was not a super small chicken wing, but a whole chicken. He brought it over and said to me: "This is my chicken wing." The Orleans chicken specially prepared for you, try it, is it delicious? "It's a bit salty, but it's quite delicious."

My mother is still very stinky. Once, she bought a new "Bo Tao" dress. As soon as she got home, she dressed up in front of the mirror. She looked left, right, up and down. She muttered something to herself and I heard her: "How can I It looks good even if I wear it!" She called me over and asked me if I looked pretty. When I saw it, I thought, this is my mom, she is clearly a "stinky guy", so I teased her and said, "You really love stinky guys." My mother added, "This is what beautiful women have to be like!" Oh my gosh!

She is a competent designer. She is always serious and responsible about her work, and often works overtime until past 12 o'clock. The buildings they designed are distributed in many provinces and cities across the country. She has received many honorary certificates, and those who have counted them already know that her certificates can cover a sofa, including national, provincial, municipal, first prize, second prize, and... (Oh my god, there are too many!)

This is the person I am most familiar with - my mother, a mother who is both irritable and gentle, who loves stinky beauty and is also competent.

Hope to adopt 4. Give me an essay about something that an acquaintance of yours did that impressed you deeply

Although it has been a long time ago, as soon as I think of it, I You will feel very ashamed.

I remember it was noon one day during the summer vacation last year. I went to take out the garbage downstairs. While walking and jumping, I accidentally dropped a banana peel at the entrance of the stairs. I didn’t know it yet. Waiting for me When I came back, I saw that Aunt Li next door had fallen to the ground. I took a closer look and found that Aunt Li, who had just gotten off work, was walking in a hurry. She accidentally stepped on the banana peel that I had dropped when I was taking out the trash. When I saw it, my face suddenly turned red and my heart was jumping around like a little rabbit. I didn't care to help Aunt Li, so I ran upstairs in a panic. When I got home, I took a breath and thought: Fortunately, Aunt Li did not doubt me. At this time, Aunt Li walked up. Through the peephole, I saw Aunt Li holding the ladder hand with one hand and the banana peel I just dropped in the other hand, walking slowly and slowly. Seeing this scene, my face turned redder and redder, and I felt very ashamed. This afternoon, the scene of Aunt Li's walk in the morning often came to my mind.

In the evening, I was watching TV, and I saw her carrying a big blue bayberry and said to me kindly: "Dai Ge, my hometown in Xianju brought two boxes of bayberry. This blue bayberry "Take the bayberry and try it!" I was about to refuse, but Aunt Li seemed to notice and said, "I still have more at home. If you can't eat it, it will be a waste if you don't take it." I took the bayberry with tears in my eyes. Spin. I stuttered and told Aunt Li everything that happened in the morning. Aunt Li did not criticize me after hearing this, but said to me with joy: "Dai Ge, Auntie does not blame you, but is proud of you for being an honest child." After listening, I tried my best to hold back my tears and looked at Aunt Li left and closed the door.

Although I have moved to a new home now and can’t meet Aunt Li often, I will not forget this incident 5. How to write an acquaintance essay

Acquaintances around me

The acquaintances around me are easy to guess, guess what? Haha, everyone has these two people, I believe you all know it! Yes, it's mom and dad.

My father is very fair and very fat. He likes to look at the computer very much. When he has nothing to do, he just looks at the computer for a while. A little verbose! My mother is a bit fair and quite thin. She likes reading and playing with mobile phones, and is a bit strict.

Previously, my mother and I were brushing our teeth. My mother finished brushing first. I wanted to put her toothpaste cap back on, but accidentally fell it into the sewer. I was scared to death! ! I apologized to my mother, and she smiled and said, "It's okay, but you have to remember the lesson and be careful next time." I was 6 years old at that time, and now I am 9 years old three years later. And I still remember what happened three years ago.

One weekend, my father worked the night shift, and my mother and I went out to eat. There, I played Landlords on her mobile phone. It was fun, and I won. Ha ha! So happy to be out with my mom! !

Another time, my father and I went to my aunt’s house. We ate first. I ate a lot because it was delicious. Then I watched TV. When I left, my aunt gave me a meal. I got a notebook, a toy rabbit, and two lucky stars stacked by my sister-in-law. I was very happy! Dad said I was very sensible and obedient. 6. What kind of person am I? Composition around 2000

What kind of person am I?

From the beginning of writing, I knew clearly that this was a question of self-questioning with great disparity in power. answer. What kind of person am I? "What kind of person" has become an endless black hole. Countless characters have spread out in life, but "what kind of person" still can't be filled. What kind of person am I? It’s not about who I am willing to be or who I can be, the key is what kind of person I want to be. I can be a flower or I can be a kite. So, some people say that I am good, and some people say that I am not good. But no matter what anyone says, I am still myself. Everyone has his hidden talent, which is different from anyone else's talent and makes people have their own flavor. But I often don't understand what kind of person I am. In the dead of night, I am used to staring at the four walls in a daze, and then ask myself: What kind of person am I?

I think I am a quiet person, otherwise why would I like to be alone and think about many things when no one is around? I think I am a lively person, otherwise why would I like places with many people? , I like lively places; but I think I am a person who can be content with the ordinary, otherwise why would I sometimes like an ordinary life; often would I think that I am a vain person who yearns for prosperity, otherwise why would I like Money, like bustling cities. As a result, I no longer know what kind of person I am.

I am a bit stupid, but I am also very smart sometimes. I am ordinary, but sometimes I am special. Someone told me: I am lively on the outside but lonely on the inside. I am both confident and conceited. Someone told me: You are kind, enthusiastic, positive and optimistic, and a confident person. If someone asks me: "Are you an introvert or an extrovert? I will tell her truthfully: In fact, I can't figure it out either.

When I am happy and relaxed, I just take I seem to be very patient when reading books that I usually hate, and I still read them with gusto. Is it really strange? Even the simple meals that my mother cooked in the past, I don’t complain at all when encountering difficulties. , but solved it calmly and relaxedly. After class, I talked and laughed with my classmates and felt that my life was very happy. Sometimes, I would get angry when others spoke to me. Rude, as if I have a deep grudge against her. When my mother asks me to do housework, I will be very reluctant and my mouth will be raised.

I really want to know what kind of person I am, but. Sometimes I don’t have the courage to analyze myself. But sometimes I feel like I don’t know who I am and who I am. What kind of person am I? Sometimes I feel extroverted and sometimes introverted. But I always thought I was introverted. Later, I did some tests and found that I still don’t know enough about myself.

What is the difference between good and bad? The important thing is to find out the shortcomings of your own character and improve them.

Some people say that you should look at your daily life and dormitory. It's quite fun to laugh and play with friends. The relationship with my classmates is also good, but I always feel that I am afraid of interpersonal relationships. Naturally, I talk to people I don't know well. Yes, if we are not very close, we feel we need to be extra cautious.

I am a straightforward and down-to-earth person, and I don't like those slick and snobby people. Sometimes you need friends very much, but there are few friends who really live in your heart. Sometimes I really want to do something well, but it often backfires and I never get it right. Sometimes I hate myself for being like this. But don’t be like this, live every day well, I believe that one day you will understand what kind of person you are, and one day you will truly understand yourself. One day you will know that it is not important what kind of person you are, what is important is that you are a living, free and happy person

I have my own ideas and opinions in doing things, and I don’t like to follow the crowd. When I say these words, I am not saying how noble I am. But most of the time, I like to do it alone. Do it independently. A friend once said: If you walk alone, you will go very fast, but if you walk with others, you will go further. I think it makes sense. I like to make friends with like-minded people. But until now, I have found that there are really very few such people. Therefore, I no longer deliberately search for it. I quite believe in fate. Most of my friends are emotional, cheerful and optimistic people.

I am a very strong person and will not lag behind. I will work very hard and diligently and do my best to pursue a good result. In my heart, I am a very confident and optimistic person. Although sometimes the results are not satisfactory, I know that I have done what I can do, so I have no regrets or regrets. So I want to continue my studies and put myself at a higher starting point.

But I am a very sloppy person in life. I don’t like to dress myself up excessively and wear exquisite clothes. I like to be casual and comfortable. Although I am a girl, I don't like all kinds of brightly colored clothes. That made me feel uncomfortable. I like black and white. Especially black clothes make me feel very comfortable.

I personally feel that I am relatively mature. Most of the time, of course. I am more open-minded and better at regulating myself. But on some issues, they are relatively simple and ignorant. Just like in interactions with friends of the opposite sex, and in looking at love. I like happy endings and can't stand that kind of tragedy. I just think the princess and the prince will live a happy life. But how can this world be so perfect? When it comes to social issues, I rarely doubt anything. Always think that what people think is not that bad.

I think knowing oneself is actually a sign of a person's continuous growth. Only by learning to know ourselves can we continue to mature and grow. 7. Write an essay about an acquaintance of about 100 words

I have a cute and naughty little sister. She is 3 years old this year. Her round face is embedded with a pair of big, watery eyes. , I am always cheerful every day, as if there is some happy event.

My sister is very timid. When she hears a noise, she blinks her eyes constantly, as if she is asking, "What is that noise?" But sometimes she seems to be unconvinced by what we say to her. He kept clapping his little hands, and at the same time his big eyes blinked again. We couldn't help laughing when we saw this scene. My sister's mouth is so lucky that she can actually name some things that she has never been exposed to before, which makes us all feel strange.

Where is she? But she pouted her little mouth disapprovingly, as if to say: "What, you are looking down on me." My sister is very diligent. Whenever I do my homework, she always sits next to me and "supervises" me very seriously. When I made a mistake on a question, she always muttered something, as if to say: "Sister, why are you so careless!" My sister's diligence is not only reflected in accompanying me to do my homework, but more importantly, she wakes up early every day How cute it is to get up and carry your schoolbag to go to school! By the way, my sister also has very developed sports skills. She jumps up and down all day long, no less than Cheng Fei.

This is my sister, a lovely angel. 8. Write a story about an acquaintance, a 300-word essay

If you ask me who I am most familiar with, I will definitely say it is my mother.

My mother is of medium height, with a round face, a medium-sized mouth, and a pair of dimples when she smiles.

My mother is very capable. Not only can she make good dishes, but she also keeps the house neatly. All the items in the house are wiped very clean by her mother.

Mom cooks our favorite dishes every day, so that our whole family is full. In addition to cooking and housework, my mother will care about my study whenever she is free. If I encounter a problem that I don't know or that is difficult, my mother will always patiently tutor me so that I can improve my study. Overcoming one difficulty after another strengthened my confidence and courage to overcome difficulties.

My mother cares about me very much. I remember one time, when I was sick, my mother brought a bowl of medicine. When I smelled it, I knew it was very bitter, so I refused to drink it. My mother had a fierce look on her face, and I knew it was not good at the first glance, so I quickly drank up the medicine in one gulp, and then a smile appeared on my mother's face.

This is my mother. I love my mother, and I love her hardworking and capable hands even more. I am really proud of having such a mother. This is my good mother! 9. An essay written by an acquaintance 200

The "nagging" grandma

My grandma is fifty-eight years old this year. She is of medium height and always likes to wear A brown coat and a green apron often tied around the waist. Those wrinkled eyes. She can't close her mouth from ear to ear as long as she smiles. At this time, you can see that there are only a few "guards" left in her mouth - front teeth. My grandma is so cute and nagging. Once she starts nagging, she won’t stop. I grew up with this kind of nagging, but I still like my grandma’s nagging very much.

Although grandma loves to nag, I never hate her. One time, grandma went out to buy things and came back a little late. After returning home, grandpa said a few words to grandma, and grandma took the trouble to start "chanting" again, "Going shopping today is very tiring! The road is very tiring! There was a traffic jam, and it took a lot of effort to buy so many things. You didn't help me, so you asked me, an old woman, to get so many things. But I was exhausted. Now that I am old and unable to move quickly, I can do everything. Sorry, I came back late today. I originally wanted to come back for a hot meal, but you didn't do anything. I have to do it myself. The whole family has to let *** do everything. I don't know if I'll get tired one day. Here you go!

At this time, my sister came back from school with her schoolbag on her back. After doing her homework for a while, she asked to watch TV. Grandpa didn’t allow it, so grandma came out to help: “Little kid, Put learning first! "You are only in the third grade. You will have to go to junior high school, high school, and college. There is still a long way to go! What if you don't study hard, don't have knowledge, and can't go to college when you grow up. People who are going to college now never I don’t watch TV, no wonder I study so well. After I finish my homework, I read a book, review my homework, do exercises, and study well. Then I go to study TV. My sister has plugged her ears tightly, but she doesn’t see her. Then he took out the stuffed cotton and said, "What a nagging! "Grandma heard this and started nagging again. If you don't listen to grandma, you are not a good boy. There is a certain truth to what adults say. You should listen to adults. After hearing this, my sister had to turn her head reluctantly. Bury it in the pile of books and continue studying.

Since ancient times, good advice has been hard to hear. Although grandma is a bit nagging, her nagging is full of her feelings for us. I hope grandma’s "nagging" will last forever. Accompany me throughout my life! 10. Short acquaintance essay

I have a beautiful, kind-hearted mother with big eyes, curved eyebrows, and long hair.

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He was like a stern teacher when I was studying, and became my good friend when I was playing. He was a guiding light for me in life. I remember one time, my mother and I were taking the bus. When an old man got on the car, my mother immediately stood up and gave her seat to him. At that time, I was thinking: Why did you give up your seat? I didn't understand. Mom: “Why are you giving up your seat to that old man? "My mother said: "Grandpa is old and it is inconvenient to stand. Respecting the elderly is a traditional Chinese virtue. It is appropriate to give up your seat in the car. "At this time, I realized that we should respect the elderly and start from small things. My mother hopes that I can do the same next time I take the car. I secretly made up my mind: I will definitely do it in the future.

This is whether my mother, How about that? You must like her too, right? I have a lot to learn from her! I will also grow up happily under her care and care. Love my mother!