I came home late that day and my composition was 600 words high.

I came home late that day, and the composition was 600 words, and 6 articles were high.

On the way home, I didn't jump up happily or rush home as usual, but dawdled along slowly. The following is an example I collected for you. I came home late and wrote a 600-word composition. I hope you like it.

I came home late today with a 600-word composition of 1. I vaguely remember that it was a cold and bleak evening, and the sun had hidden all its glory. There is no trace of Xia Hong on the horizon, and the night is particularly hazy, cold and quiet.

On Saturday, I sat in my room and played with my mobile phone happily. My mother opened the door with a "poof", which scared me to put down my mobile phone at once. "I'm playing mobile phone again. Do your homework quickly. If I don't write, I will take my mobile phone! " Mom shouted. After a while, my mother came in, and when she saw such a situation, she took the mobile phone away. In a rage, I ran out of the house.

It's creepy to come to this gloomy first floor and look at this weird corridor. The cold wind is blowing, and I am so humble without wearing long trousers. Touching the cold sports equipment, I couldn't help improvising a poem: the cold wind blew past my face and made me scream. Look, isn't it perfect?

This weather is beginning to make me regret it a little. I can't help but vaguely feel that my parents are looking for me crazily when I keep recalling those pictures that just happened in my mind. "I feel that this is fake, hey, I don't want it, continue to walk and play!" I comforted myself.

Walking, I found a bench to lie down. I thought a lot at that time. If I hadn't stayed at home so foolishly, this wouldn't have happened. Gradually, I closed my eyes.

Unexpectedly, I woke up in the bedroom. Sleepy-eyed, I went to the living room and saw milk bread and a pink note on the table. It says, "Mom shouldn't be so impulsive. You should learn self-discipline when you grow up! " "See here, I suddenly feel warm in my heart.

I came home late that day, and my composition was 600 words high. 2 "What do you think?" Mom poked me in the face with a hanger and asked. I faltered a few times and didn't speak. "You say! Are you deaf or dumb? " Mother waved the hanger and asked angrily. "I ... that, I said I went to my classmate's house to play. Do you believe it? " "If you go, at least give me a call!" I looked around and said shyly to my mother, "Forget it, forget it!" " "Mom raised the clothes rack in her hand and put it down again, and sighed helplessly:" You little rabbit, are you trying to piss me off? "? Forget it, it won't happen again! "When I saw that I had escaped a difficult task, I was relieved.

It all started this morning. ...

Ready to go home after cram school. On the way, I met my primary school classmate and I chatted with him. After talking about their recent situation, she invited me to her house to play. At that time, I was immersed in the joy of "reunion after a long separation" and even forgot to go home and do my homework.

When we went to her house, we were both playing the computer game "doing nothing" and yelling like primary school students, which provoked our classmates and mother to say, "Keep your voice down, don't wake my brother!" We have to nod like chickens pecking at rice.

After playing for about twenty minutes, my classmates invited me to lunch. I just remembered that my mother is still at home waiting for me to eat! I left anxiously and flew home. As a result, my mother scolded me, but fortunately there was no "skin injury", which is lucky!

On this day, I came home late. But fortunately, mom didn't blame me! Maybe I'm still not sensible enough to feel the same way, and I don't know how much parents C care about their children-even if it's a little late! However, coming home late won't happen again.

I came home late that day, and my composition was 600 words high. Once, because a classmate had a cram school and couldn't be on duty, I stayed to help him on duty, so I didn't come home on time.

On the way, with the falling leaves all over the sky, my heart became more and more uneasy. My parents are usually strict and generally don't let me go back late, and I didn't call them in advance to say. With this mood, I went home.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw my mother sitting there as if waiting for something. My mother's action verified my idea, and I was greeted by a bunch of questions: "Why are you late?" Did you go to play? ..... Without giving me a chance to explain, I just wanted to speak when my mother snapped, "Shut up! "I was in a bad mood on the road and came back late because I helped my classmates. I quarreled with my mother in anger: "I just came back a little late." Really? " Say that finish, I make a dash for the door. ...

Sitting on a park bench, with no one around, my mood gradually calmed down. I began to secretly reflect on myself: my mother was just too worried about me, and I refuted her. After I figured it out, I went back to explain to my mother that the reason why I came back late was to help my classmates on duty, not to have fun. When my mother heard this, she also apologized to me and said, "Mom shouldn't have been so impulsive just now and shouldn't have stopped you from explaining …" Finally, I made up with my mother. It was my last day home.

There must be more communication and tolerance between relatives. There is nothing difficult between relatives. Parents tolerate us, and we have to understand them.

I came home late that day, and my composition was 600 words high. On this day, I came home late, but my father unexpectedly didn't criticize me because I did something special.

It was a winter night. The biting cold wind blows hard. It was dark after school and I couldn't see my fingers. Pedestrians on the road hurried home. I hurried home along the path under the dim street lamp. The cold wind blew straight into my collar. I couldn't help shivering and quickly shrank my neck. I finally got to the door, bumped into the house, squatted on the heater, and gradually warmed up.

Suddenly I found no one at home, remembering that my father was working overtime in the mine tonight. I thought to myself: Dad's studio is not necessarily warmer than home. He likes fried fish best, so I'm going to buy some fried fish for my father.

I hesitated and struggled to leave the warm cabin and walk to the fish shop not far from home. While waiting for fried fish, I saw the soybean milk shop opposite. I thought to myself: Dad loves soy milk, too. I'm going to buy him a cup of soy milk.

When I entered the store, I saw my aunt selling soy milk packing for closing, so I had to go out angrily. At this time, my aunt stopped me: "Is it a meal for people?" I said, "Yeah, how do you know?" It turned out that she guessed when she saw me holding a lunch box and scarf. After I told her the reason, my aunt praised me for being sensible and was busy preparing hot soybean milk for me. It will be fine in a short time. In order to prevent cold, I wrapped the soybean milk in a scarf and held it in my arms. I ran to my father's factory with fried fish.

When I got to the factory, I couldn't go, so I had to ask the uncle in the reception room to give it to my father for me. Walking on the way home, the wind has stopped, and snowflakes are floating leisurely in the sky, but they don't feel cold. Thinking about dad eating fish and drinking steaming soybean milk.

On this day, I came home late, but my father didn't criticize me. I'm glad that I finally grew up.

I came home late this day, and the human affection is endless forever. In the family, only brothers and sisters can accompany you for the longest time. When your parents are getting old and even gone, only your brothers and sisters are still around, and they will become your closest people.

That day, I came home late and didn't arrive until after 6 o'clock. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw my brother Shi standing by the car door, dancing to me in his unique posture, grinning and shouting, "Sister! Sister! You are back! " His legs are swinging like hot wheels's. Maybe he runs too fast. Suddenly, his left foot stepped on his right foot and fell to the ground. I rushed over and picked him up: "Okay, okay, does it hurt?" Be careful in the future! He sobbed and began to cry, but he still said with a flat mouth, "It's 6 o'clock, and my sister just got back. I patted him and said, "don't cry, my sister is back!" "After a while, he stopped crying, so I stood up to do my homework. Who knows the stone is clinging to my skirt, so I have to say, "Let my sister take the bag away!" " "As soon as I put down my bag, the stone dragged me outside and insisted on playing hide-and-seek with me. I looked at the way he smiled after I promised him, and I couldn't help thinking of that thing that moved me.

That day, an aunt gave the stone two chocolates. Mom and dad jokingly took one, but the stone wouldn't let me, so they gave me one and said in a childish voice, "No! I want to be alone with my sister! " Mom and dad laughed, but I couldn't laugh. What a lovely little stone! I have mixed feelings, both helpless and gratified, and more moved. I feel warm after eating this chocolate.

"Sister, I found you!" It turned out that the stone found me behind the door when I wasn't looking. He was so happy that he smiled at me and I laughed, and a feeling of affection flowed in his heart.

Affection is a warm spring that flows into people's hearts; Affection is a sweet candy, and its sweet taste is refreshing; Affection is a fine raindrop that moistens people's hearts. Yes, the most beautiful thing in the world is affection.

Today, I opened the door and found my cousin's family and parents eating. My mother asked me why I came back late today. I saw such a thing outside today, and I told my mother happily.

Today is Friday, and school is early. On my way home by bike, I saw a large group of people around the roadside. I am curious. I stopped the car and went over to have a look. I saw a man dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a fan in his hand, talking clearly over there. Then someone looked like an epiphany and gave the old man money. I was curious and listened to what he was saying. Through their conversation, I found that this is a fortune-telling booth. The fortune teller is telling a middle-aged man that he will succeed in starting a business in the future, but he will die of illness. Then he called the middle-aged man to ask for some money and told him some countermeasures. I am also very curious about my own destiny, so I also asked the old gentleman to help me calculate and see what my future destiny will be like. The old man charged me 20 yuan and asked some questions about my birthday. Then, he thoughtfully took out a few stones from the jar, like a pattern, closed his eyes, pinched his fingers and muttered something. Then his eyes opened wide, and he said that he foresaw my future. I eagerly asked him about my future, but he was embarrassed and said that the secret could not be revealed, but he whispered in my ear that if I gave him some more money, he could tell me. So I handed it to 20 yuan convincingly, and he said that my future would be brilliant and my life would be very happy. So, I rejoiced at my good luck all the way until I got home and told my mother about it cheerfully.

My mother listened to my words and shook her head and said that fortune-telling was unscientific. Man's fate is only in his own hands. If I study hard, I can naturally make my life better, but if I spend more than ten years, my future life will be wandering. I look a little disappointed. After thinking about what my mother said, I still have to study hard. After all, happiness does not fall from the sky. We should strive for a better future with our own hands.