Please give me a 600-word composition.

Friendship, drink kungfu tea and taste tea! Friends are like fragrant teas, which make people precipitate and make people strong; Friends are the eternal wealth of life and destiny, and sincerity cannot be profaned. The right amount of tea meets the right water for you, and the tea meets the right person for you. This fate of tea, water and people makes people feel that when drinking tea, they always feel that they can't take away a cloud, or when they are desperate, they still find themselves holding the tail of the cloud. Lotus in the water always tries to make the reflection in the water look more perfect, but there are still regrets about loneliness. The haggard appearance will always be revealed vaguely, as if it were a kind of magic. Loneliness, although everyone lives alone, friends are certainly not made of glass, but many people always regard friends as glass and are careful not to be damaged. So sometimes, you are obviously dissatisfied with your friends, but you dare not express it. Fear of conflict once dissatisfaction is expressed; Once there is a contradiction, it will hurt feelings; Once you hurt your feelings, you will lose this friend. You will lose a friend because of a little thing. A little pig named Wilbur and a spider named Charlotte became friends. The future fate of pigs is to become a big dish of Christmas. This sad result frightened Wilbur. He also tried to escape, but he was just a pig after all. Charlotte, seemingly insignificant, said, "Let me help you." So Charlotte wove it with a net in the pigsty. For example, those who always want to see you are always willing to receive your call and can tell their stories freely with you, but they never want to connect their lives with you. Worry about your sadness, rejoice in your satisfaction, often visit bookstores for a book you want, worry about your sudden cold, but never consider getting involved in your fate. Friendship can promote competition. When friends have competition, they should help each other and make progress together. This is the embodiment of true friendship. If two people turn against each other, use each other and frame each other because of competition, then they are definitely not friends and there is no real friendship. If he loses his friendship because of competition, he will lose more than he gains. Friendship between friends is a very delicate thing. I once heard a saying that friends are used for betrayal. I think the person who said this must have been greatly hit and hurt by his friends. I should say that I believe in friendship, at least at this moment, I believe in friendship very much. A friend is like a lamp in your life, which brings you warmth when you need it most. ...

I am a bird eager to fly?

Outside the window, the sun is shining, and I can't feel its warmth. Why is it that the trees outside the window have sprouted yellow buds, but I can't feel the free breath of spring? Why didn't I see the purple butterfly outside the window? Oh, it turned out that the book on my desk was covered. They cover the breath of spring and spring. But I know that the beautiful purple butterfly must play freely outdoors. ?

The blue sky is pure and flawless. Occasionally a few white clouds float in, chasing each other, and flocks of birds are playing in the endless sky, which is very lively. How I long to be one of them. "pa!" The pen in my hand fell heavily on the table, which broke my meditation. At present, there are also mathematical formulas and Chinese textbooks, and suddenly I am at a loss. ?

I long for freedom. I don't want to lock myself up. I don't want to wander in the infinite expectation of my parents, teachers and my inner world. I want to fly. I want to get rid of the shackles of my parents and those heavy textbooks and homework. ?

I want to fly, I want to be free, I want to walk into the embrace of nature, listen to the voice of nature and feel the beauty of nature. ?

I want to fly, I want to be the dancing butterfly, add luster to this beautiful spring, I want to be a bird in the sky, decorate the vast sky with beauty, I want to be a free member of nature and play my own music with my enthusiasm. Produce the idea of expression that is bound in my heart. ?

But where are my wings? Purple butterfly has wings because it has experienced the pain of changing from pupa feather to butterfly; This bird can fly because it has experienced the hardships of test flight. But what about me? Are my wings strong? Are my feathers plump? Can I sail in the storm? ?

Thought of here, I no longer in a daze, I picked up the book. I want to insert the wings of knowledge for myself, and I want to strive to enhance my ability to fly. Although there will be hardships, tears and sweat, I am not afraid. Because, I am a bird eager to fly. ?

Reflections on Gulliver's Travels

Swift, the author of Gulliver's Travels, was born in Dublin, Ireland, and his father was an Englishman who settled in Ireland. He is a posthumous child and was raised by his uncle. His masterpiece Gulliver's Travels was published in 1726. It is regarded as children's literature, but it is actually a satirical novel attacking the degeneration and corruption of British society at that time.

In this book, the adventures of the hero and the surgeon Gulliver are written, some of which are very scary. In Lilliput, he became a monster, invulnerable, swallowed dozens of scalpers in a row, but still could not fill his stomach; In the giant's kingdom, he became a giant's doll, playing in the palm of his hand and fighting flies and bees; Later, he came to the mysterious flying island country, where people use the power of natural magnets under birds and magnets under the sea floor to move at will. This is also a strange country that can summon ghosts to talk at any time and specialize in some inexplicable research. There is also a country of shame of wisdom. There are many incredible stories in this world where men and women are upside down. Reading and reading, I seem to have walked into that fantastic world with Gulliver. What impressed me deeply were doll-like figures, tall and mighty giants, residents of flying island countries that looked like fish, and Hui Hui and Yehu.

I think the most special thing is the residents of the flying island country. Their eyes are on one side, and they are a people who love musical instruments, and they also have their favorite musical instruments on their clothes. The attendants there must always knock the ministers on the head, otherwise they are always whimsical. ..... After reading this book, I admire Gulliver's wisdom, courage and adventurous spirit. He is a unique person, and at the sight of the sea, he can't restrain his inner impulse to take risks. As a doctor, he traveled around the world and took risks everywhere on the grounds that the crew saw a doctor.

After reading this book, I gradually feel that these books are actually very interesting, so I can't stop reading them. On the contrary, after watching them several times, I like them more and more. Books are the ladder of human progress, and it is everyone's dream to travel in the world of books. Open the book in your hand and plunge into it, and you will find the fun one day.

Thoughts on how steel is tempered.

Speaking of the book How Steel was Tempered, I think everyone is familiar with it! The book tells the story of Pavel Colta King, a strong and brave hero.

After reading the book How Steel was Tempered, I realized that a person's perseverance has a great influence on his life. Take Pavel Colta King, the hero of this book. His life is rough, but why did he keep himself alive? Perseverance gave him infinite strength, and God gave him three lives. Since meeting sailor Zhu, his heart has been attracted by the * * * production party. He finally got his wish and became a * * * party member. He fought bravely and killed the enemy. He also suffered many injuries in the war. The most serious one was that he was hit by shrapnel in the head and survived. After recovery, Paul did not forget the party, picked up new weapons, returned to the combat team and started a new life!

As a teenager, he fought bravely against the enemy and loved his motherland. On the battlefield, he was cut several times and survived. Why is he persistent? He was ill when he was young, but he always forgot his work, and he didn't want to give up his job when he had the opportunity to take a vacation to heal. Perseverance is really a spirit of perseverance!

This is a touching story. My heart seems to have lost a big stone in the water, and it can't be calm for a long time. I admire Pavel Colta King's brave and indomitable spirit. I hate the story of a little aristocrat like Livico. Pavel Colta King's shadow always appears in my mind, encouraging me to be as strong and brave as him.

Living in peacetime, it's no big deal that there are some difficulties in our life. Just face it bravely, and when it's over, you will find that you have perseverance. Pavel Colta King's spirit is always worth learning.

Social knowledge

In this world, there are many people, including old people, children, men, women and young people ... among them, there are rich people, poor people, landlords, farmers, disabled people and able-bodied people ... Although there are great differences in status, price and material conditions, there are still some different people engaged in the same "work". I remember it was a weekend afternoon. My mother and I went shopping with great interest. On both sides of this long and wide street, there are all kinds of snacks, clothes and decorations ... very interesting! We walked on the sidewalk on the left, chatting while enjoying it. Inadvertently, I found a man kneeling on the ground in front of me to kowtow to others. There are many people around him. I couldn't see clearly because I was a little nearsighted, but driven by curiosity, I had to run to see what had happened. When I pushed my way through the crowd, I looked, "Oh, my God! Male ... his ... his leg ... his leg is gone! " I was surprised to say that a tear almost flowed out of my eyes. At this moment, my mother squeezed in and pulled me out at once. As I walked, I said, "Son, do you know why he is kneeling here and kowtowing and asking for some small money?" "His legs are gone, he can't work and have no money to live, so ..." "Well, don't think so much, we still have a lot of things to do! Let's go, "I said. I don't know what's going on. There are many people in front of me. I am not interested in it because my mood has not recovered. However, when I passed them, I found that this was also a man kneeling on the ground. He is not an old man or a disabled person, but a healthy young man. This makes me feel very strange. I thought, what's wrong? He, a strong young man, has no self-esteem. He had the cheek to ask for money for nothing. Can't he work and earn money if he has hands and feet? In fact, in this society, many people are like this. In order to get a bargain for yourself, I don't hesitate to lose my self-esteem, and even lie to get money and people's sympathy. Such people are really hateful. Don't they even have a little self-love?

Family affection

Father and mother

It seems that since childhood, most of the compositions involving family ties are about mothers, their gentleness, kindness and love. We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father.

A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions. When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under.

Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there. My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her deep love for her father.

Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss. This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me.

At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, Aqiao is still like a child.

I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible. Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.

After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

Yes, unfortunately.

Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money. Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then,

But over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father had to save part of his meager salary for me to go to college later, so the daily expenses seemed tight. After discussing with grandma, dad asked me to go to her house for dinner every day. My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look. That sense of humiliation weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my dad and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death.

My father looked at me blankly and tried to explain, but only said a few words. He said that you know our present situation, and we still need a lot of money after entering the university. There's nothing I can do.

Looking at my inarticulate father, I humbly told the truth, and suddenly felt infinite guilt, feeling that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father; At the same time, I have never hated and loved money as much as I did at that moment. While I hate its filth, I am determined to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, from two yuan sports lottery tickets to one hundred yuan welfare lottery tickets. Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there with a pile of colorful papers in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth.

Once my father told me happily that he won a small prize, with a bonus of 100 yuan. He said he might win1800,000 next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow, or ... I suddenly feel that my father in front of me is strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, quit smoking and drinking, and pinned his dream of making money on a pile of rotten paper, hoping to find a long-lost sense of dignity in them. Deep down, at this point, I think my father is possessed, he is crazy, crazy in his unconscious.

I feel a little sad when I think like this. But what happened one morning made me feel heartbroken-

Father who is washing his face says his lips hurt. Maybe it's because the internal fire is too heavy. I saw his lips split and blood was oozing from them. So I took out my lip balm from my schoolbag and said, Dad, let me paint it for you.

I leaned close to my father's face and gently lifted his chin with my left hand-this is the first time I have looked at my father's face so closely in a long time. I saw that his face was thin, there was pigment deposition in his skin, and his eyes were full of wrinkles. I always thought I was the father of the "afterlife", but I was really old, so suddenly, I was caught off guard. Thinking about these days, my father is under great mental pressure, but I am still very unreasonable, demanding of him and never sharing the pain in life with him. At this point, my nose is a little sour, my heart is full of guilt, and I have a dull pain. I can't say why.

When I was going out, I left my lip balm with my father and told him to apply some if my lips hurt. My father insisted on refusing to take it, and stuffed it into my schoolbag, saying that I had nothing to do and told me to keep it for my own use. I dare not argue again, and I dare not look back, for fear that something suddenly wet on my face will be seen by my father.

On that day, I got a large amount of manuscript fee, plus a grant from the school, so I extravagant and went to a restaurant with my father. While drinking, father said a lot. He told me to study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and buy him a house for his old age, preferably a high-rise building-he wants that condescending feeling, and the room should have a new balcony, floor-to-ceiling curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary equipment, and ... ...

My father said something cheerfully. I cried in the dressing room on the pretext of getting some air. I can't say why, but maybe it's just out of pity. I pity my father and myself. Father said he would live in a high-rise house, a bedroom with a big balcony and sleep in Simmons. These words kept appearing in my mind for a long time and refused to disappear.

Writing here, I was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know how to end. I think it is possible that at this time, A Qiu's father can't stand A Qiu's indifference and is about to take A Qiu to enjoy her favorite Pizza Hut. Xiao Qiao's father just came back with Xiao Qiao's tomb sweeping. He must pray silently in front of the grave, and Xiao Qiao's mother can bless Xiao Qiao to be admitted to Fudan. As for my father, I know what he is doing. He just bought a small disc and is busy washing and cutting it in the kitchen. Although his cooking is not necessarily better than his mother's, I am still very happy. On such an early spring weekend, when I heard the gas turned on at home, the air smelled of happiness, even though I didn't have much money.