In today's competitive real society, friends are indispensable. With friends, there is an extra layer of barrier, which still stands when the wind and waves sweep. For example, when you are in financial or career difficulties and your family can't help you, you need a friend. He can help you through the difficulties. If you don't have this friend, you will be devastated, maybe as poor as a mouse in a church. This shows how important friends are. We can't live without friends.
Friend, my understanding is: the person who never gives up when you are in danger, helps you when you are in trouble, takes care of you, shares happiness with you when you are in trouble, ignores your status and origin, brings you happiness and comforts you when you are sad. This is a friend.
Friends are everywhere, but it's easy to find, but it's hard to find a bosom friend who really shares your interests. As the saying goes: bosom friends are hard to find. It is not easy to find a good friend. Many people can't find a bosom friend all their lives. Aristotle once said, "A good friend is like a heart, which is different." If you make a good friend, you will benefit for life; if you make a bad friend, you will bring about your own destruction. Make a good friend, he can help you and help you when you are in danger. Make a bad friend, he will make it easy for you to go along with the flow and lead you astray. Friends are very important, but you should be extremely careful when choosing friends. Careless friends can lead to disastrous consequences. The principle of making friends is roughly as follows: treat friends sincerely, don't hide yourself, be honest and trustworthy, confide in each other, be tolerant and trust friends, be willing to do anything for them, respect them when necessary, raise their status and lower their status. Pay attention to his personality when making friends, and don't blindly choose his position and origin. Don't choose fair-weather friends. At this time, the basic principle of making friends, if you follow this principle to make friends, you will certainly make a like-minded friend. Making friends has been praised by people throughout the ages. For example: Bao Shu Ya and Guan Zhong in the Spring and Autumn Period; Prissy, uncle Jian. These are real friends in need. They help you when you are in trouble and are willing to do anything for you. This is a true friend.
Write a composition godmzgodmz on the topic of "making friends".
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Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Night". This winter vacation, my father came back-my father worked in Guangzhou all the year round, so he seldom came back. In the evening, my father had a heart-to-heart talk with the whole family. He is very happy, not only because he made a profit in Guangzhou, but more importantly, now the whole family is together. He leaned back in bed and told us excitedly about his experiences in recent years, but I could see that he was obviously a little tired.
Sure enough, at night, there was a loud snoring in my father's bedroom, one after another, as if it were an endless nightmare. I really want to leave here, or ask him to turn off this annoying noise. But who let him be my father? I clearly remember that my father was very different when he was young. He is full of energy and always makes people feel inexhaustible energy, which is why he has a warm home now. But time flies, but now ... when I think about it, my nose suddenly turns sour. My father is away from home all the year round, running around tired. So he often has backache and leg pain, and he can't sleep over and over again. Although I 14 years old, I have never thought about this home. ...
Therefore, I must practice and share the pain for my father. Determined, I immediately walked to my father's bedroom, afraid to disturb my father's rest, so I didn't dare to turn on the light. In the dim environment, I crept to the bed, put my hand into the quilt, found my father's leg, and immediately began to twist, press and hit ... Soon, my hand began to be sad. Ah, what should I do? If I let go now, will my father fall into a "nightmare"? Father will leave home to work in other places soon. I won't continue to help * * * because my hands are sore, will I? I feel ashamed to think about it. My father took good care of me when I was a child. I remember once, I accidentally fell down the stairs, and my hand was cut open with a long hole, and tears welled up in my eyes. At this time, my father came over and treated my wound with gauze first, comforting me that men should not cry easily ... My father was so concerned about me and took care of me. How can this matter be abandoned halfway? I must insist on this matter. However, fatigue and soreness seem to bother me intentionally. As time goes by, more and more negative emotions make me worse. The dispute between filial piety and selfishness makes me at a loss. In my panic, I found that the stars embedded in the sky outside the house were so dim and the bright moon was so cold. "Well, I'm fine. Go home first. " My father's sudden words surprised me-my father knew everything I did. But unconsciously, a pair of warm big hands have pushed me out of the door.
Standing outside the door, I have mixed feelings. My father has been paying attention to me and never gave up. According to my mother, my father has been paying attention to me through various channels since kindergarten. Even though I am thousands of miles away, my love for my son has never changed. For the sake of my studies, he often calls me to warn me that there are expectations for my son in those long-winded words. Now, in order to go home, visit me more and see my unfilial son who doesn't value him. It takes five hours to drive from Guangzhou to Xiangshan. What is this for? .......
Back to the dormitory, it was already one o'clock in the morning, with fatigue, doubt and shame. I can't sleep for a long time. Why? I'm afraid only one father can tell me the answer. Until now, I found that the great things I thought I did for my father were just a grain of dust in front of any father. I don't know when the stars in the sky began to shine more brightly, and white gauze covered the warm earth. ...
Write a 600-word composition on the topic of friendliness. My understanding of friendliness is not thorough. Maybe I just stay to do something for passers-by, or prepare something for people who are about to meet, or love and care. But the only thing that is certain is that all the kindness shown and hidden in my heart will spread without foundation and reason, hovering low and spreading shallowly, leaving only a memory among friends. So what do friends represent? What is friendship with each other? I don't know. Naturally, I don't know what friendliness is. I only know that everyone has many hidden friends in their hearts. Some of them are peaceful and some are strange, but they all live in everyone's heart. They often come out to wander, making you sad with their thorns and keeping you warm with friendly hugs. Many people say that the purest friendship of human beings only exists in childhood, and the most generous and purest friendliness only exists in childhood. As a child, do you mean a child who is not sensible? Right? The so-called childhood friends, childhood friends, are not all in the clear memory of childhood? So it is helpless and regrettable for everyone to say this sentence. I always think that friendship exists because of friends, and friends exist because of the loneliness of life, so we keep looking, asking and trying to find someone who can comfort us. They are happy with us when we laugh, cry with us when we are frustrated, be indignant with us when we are wronged, and guide us when we are blind, so naturally we become friends. However, no one can know what such a friend is trying to maintain, perhaps for a memory, perhaps for a promise at the beginning, perhaps for a reason that he can't tell. Such friendship is naturally short-lived and cannot be missed. Therefore, the existence of friends needs our concern. This is also the meaning of friendliness. Both acquaintances and strangers need our love and care to go on, so that familiar people will not be separated, so that strangers will get to know each other, so that friends have the value of existence, so that friends are really just friends, so that friendliness will always accompany us.
Write a 600-word composition on the subject of doors. A door stood there quietly and gently, closed. On one side of the door is a child who is still struggling near the exam, and on the other side is a mother whose eyes are bloodshot but refuse to sleep.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock" In the silent room, only the clock is singing its own melody, monotonous and rigid. The mother walked softly to the door, raised her hand and knocked at the door to remind the child that it was time to rest. She looked up and watched the clock approaching slowly, hesitated and took her hand back, and crept back to the sofa for fear of disturbing the children. After all, the child has been fighting bloody battles for half a year. My mother has been hesitating and wandering in front of the door. ...
The night is getting darker and darker, the street lamps outside the window are also extinguished, and the community is silent. Li Men's children also stood up. She stretched and wanted a glass of water, but looked at her watch and didn't go out at last, for fear of disturbing her mother's rest.
The clock struck a few times, and it was already one o'clock. The mother finally made up her mind to let the child rest. She picked up the cup of milk that had been heated many times and walked to the door. On the other hand, the child was so thirsty that he decided to tiptoe out. When the child gently opened the door, she saw her mother holding milk, one hand frozen in the air. Mother smiled shyly: "son, I see you are studying so hard, and I want to give you a cup of hot milk to have a rest." Do you feel troubled? " The child paused and shook his head: "Mom, why don't you sleep?" Don't worry, it's too late. Go back to rest. "
The child drank the cup of milk that had been heated many times by hand. When she returned the cup to her mother, she found that the ground was hidden in her mother's black hair and seemed to be stained with milk. ...
The next night, the child was still studying hard under the lamp, and the mother was still busy warming the milk. However, the difference is that the door, open, should also be open, because it can not separate a mother and daughter who are connected to each other. "Children want to see their mothers, and mothers want to accompany their children."
That kid, that's me. During that time, I was preparing for the junior high school exam, and my favorite middle school waved to me every night. That night, the open door gave me endless motivation, because there was my mother's care and company outside.
Writing a composition on the topic of standing, 600 words holding out the chest, there is a living method in this world, called character; There is a posture called holding your chest out. -inscription
That summer, in order to make up for the financial shortage at home, he took the initiative to sign the declaration form for poor students. If it is really approved, the tuition fee will be exempted for one year, which is tantamount to astronomical figures for his family.
A few days later, he led two teachers home along the rugged path. There is only one place in the city, besides him there is a poor student. Teachers should know the situation.
When he got home, he gave a cry and opened the door. His father quickly welcomed the teacher into the yard full of rubble.
After listening to the teacher's explanation, my father quietly lit a cigarette. After a long time, the father asked, "How is the baby at home?" He quickly connected: "Not much better than us. His mother is paralyzed and only relies on his father to collect pinecones to sell money. " He was anxious to answer, because he really wanted to help his family lighten the burden.
My father started smoking again. After a while, my father said, "Let's give the quota to others. My home is better. " After seeing off the teacher, he flew into a rage and shouted to his father like crazy, "How much money can you earn a year? Am I bad to you? If you don't promise, can you afford to send me to school?
Listening to his shouts, my father was silent and just smoked one cigarette after another. He stopped making noise and glared at his father with tears.
For a long time, dad said, "Baby, dad doesn't want to live better at home, but you can't always rely on others to help you live, so you always feel inferior." When people are alive, they should hold out their chests. It turns out that there is another posture in the world besides sitting, standing, walking and lying down, which is called holding your chest out!
Writing a composition with the theme of "fun", at my age of 600 words, I thought of the impossible, but I was intoxicated! Remember to play house with your playmates when you were young. There happens to be an idle house in her house, which is our secret base. She lives like a family, and runs to our comfort zone after school every day, cooking and shopping. Of course, it was just a meal made of mud, and then she solemnly praised each other: "It smells good!" " We will also invite our friends to introduce our "home" to them during the holidays. Looking at them with envy, we can hardly express our pride in words. Then ask them to join us. Now that I think about it, I felt stupid at that time. Until now, we can't help laughing when we think about it together. We did a lot of stupid things! We are keen on picnics, and we spend a crazy day in the field with pots and pans almost every week, chewing our own half-baked food, but praising it with relish. In fact, which meal at home is not better than this? They didn't stay at home in winter. In order to play house, they went to the food market and factory to experience life. Everyone came back with a cold and forgot when they got well. Everything is interesting. Climbing trees in the field and stealing pears in the orchard, I suddenly saw a radish field. By the way, I'm digging some tender radishes. Like a winner, I went home with trophies and set sail in front of my parents. Finally, I was dragged by my parents to apologize. And the other party always gives me a lot of things to eat. They always say no: "it's okay, the child is still young, just eat your own." But at this time, I can't eat that sweet taste anymore. When I was a child, I always looked forward to growing up. Now I'm grown up, but I wish I could go back to my childhood! This is the thought that time gives people in each period!
Write a 600-word composition on the road and give you three.
crossroads
I stood at the fork in the road and didn't know where to go.
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I am the only one on the deserted street. I'm standing in front of the intersection. There are two streets ahead, which seems endless. I don't know whether to turn left or right. It seems that both roads are right, and neither seems right. I hesitate to think-the happiness brought by growth is on the left, and the troubles brought by growth are on the right. ...
So I first walked into the street on the right and saw countless test papers flying all over the sky. The owner of the shop in the street is sad and indifferent, and refuses to let others go, which makes me shudder.
A beggar knelt beside me in the street, and his dry hands were covered with scars blown out by the wind. He held up a broken bowl with longing in his eyes, but I was numb. I glanced at him and walked straight ahead. A pure voice came from the horizon: "Sister, please give him some money, how pitiful he is ..." How familiar and kind, wasn't this the first reaction when I saw a beggar as a child? However, now that I think about it, it's ridiculous ... suddenly, my heart was hit by something. Yes, growing up made me lose my child's innocence and sympathy. Believing that "every man for himself, the devil takes the hindmost" has made me feel nothing about those touching stories.
Every parent's signature on the flying test paper reminds me of my parents' tireless teaching, and every unsatisfactory score reminds me of the loss brought by my growth. I also realize that with a little growth, my freedom will be deprived a little bit until one day I can be truly independent. ...
I looked up, only to find that this street is not long, so I turned around, walked to the starting point, and then walked into the street on the left.
As soon as I walked into this street, I could feel the joyful atmosphere. I smiled at me when I saw the perfect test paper. Although their partners have brought me a lot of losses, they have brought endless pride and pride. This may be like a growing contradiction, which will bring joy and trouble. Several of my good friends suddenly jumped out of the street, and we talked and laughed and walked straight on. Yes, growing up has brought me friendship that nothing can buy. Without growth, I can't know how to treat others and how to communicate. It was growth that made me make many confidants. They will stand up when I need help, try their best to comfort me when I am in pain and share them when I am happy. This is an incalculable wealth in my life.
I walked with my friends for a long time before I found out that this street really has no end. The friend suddenly asked, "Why should you experience your troubles first?" "I don't know, because my mind always seems to be thinking about those troubles …" Suddenly, I understand why I always feel that growing up brings endless troubles. It turned out that my mind was full of troubles, but I really forgot the happiness brought by those growth …
In a flash, I knew why I was standing at the fork in the road and was at a loss. I stopped to face the sunset on the horizon and said to myself in my heart, no matter what happens, the happiness of growing up is endless. Right?
A long and tortuous road
We are walking a long and tortuous road.
On the way, we should be brave. Yi Shu said; "Passengers can get on and off; The driver has gone through many vicissitudes, just to move forward. In this world, some people are drivers and some people are passengers. " We should have the courage to be drivers, even if it is "dark clouds that crush the city", even if it is "difficult for people to walk, it is difficult to go to the sky", even if it is "I would like to cross the Yellow River, but the ice is choking on the ferry" and "Taihang Mountain will cover with snow". As long as our eyes are sharp, we can go forward bravely, and we can finally dispel the night and recognize the children of the sun.
On the road, we should be plain. Xu Wei sang: "In the face of this world, whenever I want to possess it, whenever I want to show it off, it disappears;" Fortunately, I felt small for the first time, and I learned to pray to this vast world. " "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan", Tao Yuanming is as light as a chrysanthemum, returning to nature; Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat. "Li Bai's humiliation is not surprising, but the wind and the moon are bright, and so are we." In the face of temptation, plain can be exchanged for a clear cloud; If you are a little more plain before suffering, you can see a bright future. Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away. When we have such holy feelings, the front will be clearer and the back will be cleaner.
On the way, we should be tolerant. Confucianism says, "The benevolent does not worry." "Yi" said: "The terrain is Kun, and the gentleman carries things with kindness." Tao said, "No one has himself." Qi Henggong let bygones be bygones, reused Guan Zhong and made great contributions. And * * * is too self-defeating, and it is wise for me to regret the hasty ending. Heaven and earth are ruthless, and everything is a grass dog. Only by living in harmony can we create green mountains and green waters for the world and leave a vast sky for ourselves. Between heaven and earth, it is all sudden. Only by being informal can our road be full of sunshine and warmth, and we can sing while walking and enjoy it.
On the way, we should be tough. There is a saying: "Since you have chosen a distant place, you are doomed to share joys and sorrows." "King Wen was arrested to play Zhouyi, Zhong You wrote Chunqiu, and Qu Yuan was demoted to Li Sao." The predecessors opened a bright door for us with indomitable determination. Believe it, "Brave the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea".
Have a good trip! This road is plain, lyrical, long and circuitous and colorful. Let's hold the torch and leave the fragrance to the years.
Ready, partner? Let's hit the road!
There is no road in the world, and more people walk and it becomes a road.
Road has its own personality, and people add such life to it. When the weather is clear, the road is clear; When it rains, the road is also lingering; When you are happy, the road is warm; When depressed, the road is also gray; When you are silent, the road is silent. The road carries the joys and sorrows of all people, and people give it fresh life.
The first memory is a winding path, at the expense of the life of weeds. Surrounded by green, there is only a thin khaki in the middle, like a barber's parting. Weeds germinate in spring, which is a bit messy. Occasionally there will be residual hay attached to the road. Everyone passing by can't help stepping on it. After a long time, the traces have been worn away. In summer, it is clear and separable, and the green of the grass and the yellow of the soil set each other off in interest, and each leads his own life. In the evening, intimate couples walk hand in hand on the road. "So it may not be easy to hold hands in this life, so it will be busy with the company in this life." In autumn, it presents a gray tone, and the grass is sad and gradually disappears from the road. The busy old farmer deliberately sprinkled a few seeds on it, indicating a bumper harvest in the annual meeting; In winter, I can't find my way at all. People leave traces in the fields, and a small narrow path becomes a wide road. It is the life extension of the road.
Later, memory opened a wide asphalt road, black asphalt, white lines, straight and regular. Wherever this road leads, it is in a hurry. Busy people and cars shuttle back and forth, which is another kind of life. I have been walking on this road for many years, but I can't get out of its firmness and hardness. During the day, people hurried to speed up their journey; In the evening, "the crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light." It belongs to the family. It's time to meet love. In the middle of the night, when everything was silent, my deep eyes magnified the road again, reminding me of the once snowy narrow path.
There are many roads in the world, many people have walked and many memories.
I have always had the habit of running in the morning, including today. When I lived in the town, I would go to the woods near the town for morning exercises every morning. To go to the forest, you have to go through a field path, and the fields on both sides are farmers. Farmers have the habit of getting up early, singing and working in the fields. This path leads to and surrounds the forest. I was friendly when I met them. They are a pair of retired workers in the town, in their fifties and sixties, but they look tough. In the morning light, they wear white casual clothes, stroll along the path, sometimes stretch their arms and stand up, and then choose a small clearing in the forest to play Tai Chi. My husband and I are envious and often steal some leisure after us. Later, I didn't see them for a while, and the path became silent. Finally, I saw them again, but the man was in a wheelchair and the woman was pushing the wheelchair around the path. Occasionally stop, the woman faces the man, hands clenched, and slowly pull up the man. The man is severely paralyzed in a wheelchair. Pull him up again, sit down again, and repeat. Standing behind her husband, her heart clutched tightly and grabbed her husband's arm. It's a new year, and the wheels have run over countless times on the road and stopped countless times. The ups and downs made me cry. I don't remember the passage of several years. The woman helped the man, measured the road inch by inch, and still stretched out her arm, but the woman slowly raised the man's right arm, slowly put it down, and lifted it again and again. Still that clearing, take a deep breath quietly, and penetrate Chuyang. Still with my husband, grasping happiness is accompanied by pain.
Two people hold each other step by step, the woman follows the man's footsteps, and the man follows the woman's half. Chu Xiao walks quietly on the road every day. Lift your arms up and down in a half-rotation, and enlarge them in small steps. It's a new year, or that path, or two people, or silently follow, experiencing the accompanying days. I still can't count how many times I have experienced the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The old man miraculously moved freely, and the doctor said that the possibility of full recovery was zero. I shook hands with my husband and walked behind us, with a firm step. The old man's hair is all white, and the road is dyed white.
In fact, I don't need to say much, the road remains the same, and people remain the same.
What kind of personality am I to write a 600-word composition on the topic of "I"? Cute? Gentle? Busy? Brave? Shy? Or ... no! It's not completely close to me, so what am I?
I am a typical double-faced personality. If I am in a strange environment, I will sit quietly. For example, when my mother takes me out to dinner, I absolutely dare not "act rashly". When I meet some uncles and aunts, I will say hello very cleverly, so those aunts or uncles will say to my mother, "Your daughter is so quiet." But if you are a good friend who really knows me, you will know that Liu Yanyu is a humorous, careless, crazy and laughing girl. My classmate said to me, "She is a person who makes her laugh when others tell jokes, and even giggles in class." I love to laugh, and I am very happy. Isn't it that happy girls are the most beautiful? A good life should be decorated with smiles.
I am also a good classmate who respects teachers. Although I am talking and laughing in front of my classmates, I will greet the teacher politely when I meet the teacher, and I will conscientiously complete the tasks assigned by the teacher and consciously complete my homework, so I am a polite and generous good student in the eyes of the teacher.
I am timid and sensitive. Like all girls, I will miss Jin Doudou after watching soap operas or romance novels; I will talk to my best friend if I have any grievances; Or watch a ghost film and wrap yourself in a quilt, too scared to come out.
I never like being a lonely "house girl" at home. Whenever I have time, I will invite some good friends to ride bicycles and let my hair fly in the wind. Or climb the railing and talk to good friends; Why don't we go to a boutique and have a cup of taro milk tea on our way home alone?
That's what I do. I will never like a person's space and a person's journey.
I am ambitious, too. Understand that you have to work hard to get into a good high school, a good university and a good job. My ideal is to live abroad, have a house with a yard and a swimming pool on the second floor, and then take my parents there. My parents have done so much for me that I must be filial to my parents.
I am who I am, and no one can replace me; This is me; Humorous and quiet, timid and sensitive, filial to ideals.
The association of writing a 600-word composition tree on the topic of tree
Many different trees are planted in our school.
Every tree has different shapes and branches, and the same tree has its own form, just like everyone's language. Although it has the same root, it is not the same. Trees grow in different places and shapes, some grow in the wilderness, some grow on barren slopes, some grow on cliffs, and some grow by the water; People's living environment is very different, and their writing style is naturally very different. Peach trees naturally laugh at the spring breeze, while poplar trees are full of pride; The weeping willows are naturally low and restrained, and the pine trees are vigorous and powerful ... There is a tall willow by the pool in our school.
Every time the light pace of spring comes to the world, everything recovers. Look! The willows in the spring breeze spread their yellow-green eyebrows. Willow branches are gray with numerous branches and leaves, and the leaves are olive-shaped. So many green leaves grow on the branches one by one, leaving no gaps. From a distance, it looks like a girl dressed in green is dressing up in front of the mirror. It's really "Jasper is as high as a tree, and there are ten thousand green silk tapestries in Liu Xia. I wonder who will cut the spring breeze in February like scissors!
A gust of wind blew, and some branches of willow hung on the water, as if shaking hands with the pool, and as if nodding to thank the pool for its moisture, so that it could thrive.
The big trees on the roadside stand upright in the breeze, stretching out their thick arms and embracing a green leaf. Ye Er is dark green, light green and dark green. Looking from a distance, it is deep and shallow, intertwined with a green vitality. Among the branches, several unknown birds are happily singing the melody of spring and playing happily. Perhaps the poet Bai Juyi said, "Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at spring mud" is exactly such a scene.
In the storm, the root stuck tightly in the soil and did not dare to move; When exposed to the hot sun, the roots absorb water quickly and dare not stop; When the sandstorm came, the roots clung to the dry land and dared not let go. Why? Because the roots of trees are afraid of flowers, Ye Er and the cadres can't continue to grow happily because of its mistakes.
The trees on campus are really cute! It brings us endless happiness and grows with us. It is a beautiful scenery in the school. We should protect it well, let it flourish and live for thousands of years, and add more glory to our school.