How to write a 600-word composition about me and the moon?

(1) The environment of Moonlight Village is an iron egg. Practice telling stories from my cousin for about 200 to 300 words.

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Iron egg and his cousin.

At night, it is already deep, and the bright moonlight shines on the whole village. The snow is shining in the moonlight, and all the lights have gone out. There was only a faint light shining at the entrance of the village-it was an iron egg with a lantern, waiting for his big brother in the distance.

Iron egg has been waiting here for an hour. He is sitting under a tree and falling asleep. At this time, there was "squeaky, squeaky" footsteps in the distance. Iron egg looked up and it was his eldest brother Tieyi who was carrying two bags.

Iron egg rubbed his eyes and stood up from the ground: "Brother, why did you come back now?"

"I started from the county a little late. I didn't take the bus. I walked back. " Tieyi handed a bundle to Iron Egg.

"Why don't you take the bus?" Iron egg took the burden. "No wonder you are so slow."

"alas! Forget it. "

"What's the matter?"

"I'll talk to you slowly when I get home."

Iron egg carrying a bag, and eldest brother walked to the end of the village, home.

"You must be tired after walking for so long. Sit here and have a rest. I'll call my mother and pour you a cup of hot water. " Iron eggs put down their luggage and walked towards the back room.

"Don't call mom, it's too late now, and it's not too late to see you tomorrow." Iron pulls iron eggs.

"Very good." Iron egg sat down beside the iron coat. "Brother, why did you suddenly come back?"

"alas! I worked in a company in the city, and the boss suddenly ran away, and the company became an empty shell. I tried to find a new job, but my education was too low and no one wanted me, so I decided to come back and live for a while and then look for a new job. " Tieyi took a sip of water and said, "These two packages, one is my clothes and the other is for you to take back. When my mother sees me tomorrow, don't say that I don't have a job now, just say that my work is going well and I just come back to see her for a few days, otherwise she will worry about my job again. "

"I know, I won't say. Ah ... it's too late now, go to bed. " Iron egg yawned.

"Well, I am sleepy, too. Go to sleep. "

When the lights went out, the village in the moonlight was still so quiet, but there were still a few footprints in front of Iron Egg's house. ...

(2) Exercise 7 of the fifth-grade Chinese textbook of Jiangsu Education Edition, write an essay about imagining the moon, write a story, imagine something strange, no less than 600 words, and don't copy it.

Beautiful stars at night, I always look at the night sky with infinite magic and beautiful reverie, and look at the stars like silver beans all over the sky, which makes me have many fantasies ... Every sunny night, the stars all over the sky are particularly happy and happily accompany the moon to the silent sky. They kept blinking their lovely eyes, like a group of naughty children around the mother moon, looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky, dazzling me. I have carefully identified the constellations, which are the Big Dipper and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl ... Whenever I see these, I will think of a story: It is said that a long time ago, the beautiful and kind Weaver Girl in the sky and the hardworking and simple Cowherd on the ground became relatives and lived happily together. Later, this incident was known by the Empress Dowager, who disapproved of the two of them being together and sent the fairy to bring back the Weaver Girl. When children grow up, they miss their mother very much. Cowherd carried two laundry baskets, each with a child, and then went to heaven. Knowing that the Cowherd was going to heaven to meet the Weaver Girl, the Queen Mother blocked his way with the Milky Way, and the Cowherd was going to paddle in the Milky Way water. Every year, the Queen Mother invites magpies to cross the bridge on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, so that the cowherd and the weaver girl can meet ... At this time, I ... do you go to school like me ... The charming night sky and ancient and moving legends have brought me into a magical and beautiful world. Ah! The night sky is really like an unpredictable kaleidoscope, full of magic, which makes people think and often gives people inspiration. I often think that these little stars, although their light is limited, leave a hair of their light to the night sky and decorate the night sky so beautifully. If we can all be like stars, I believe the world will be better. The stars accompanied me into a sweet dream, which made me have a wonderful dream. I became a star, joined the ranks of little stars all over the sky, and fused the bits and pieces of light together. Although it is not as brilliant as the sun and clear as the moon, the dreamy light of the stars also shines on the world, turning the earth into a strange world and inducing people's desire to explore. I love the stars, and I love their shining spirit even more.

(3) The story of a race with the moon in 600 words.

Childhood is like a dream, which makes me very happy; Childhood is like a bird flying in the blue sky, carefree and free; Childhood is like a rainbow in the sky, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and colorful, with different shapes, including my innocence, my cuteness, my naughty, my sensible, my happiness, my loss and my stupidity. I can't forget these wonderful past events. My childhood is like a dream in heaven!

I remember one night when I was five years old, I stood on the balcony and looked at the moon. I feel bored when I look at it. I looked down at the reflection of the moon in the fountain and thought, huh? How did the moon fall into the water? No, I have to find out. In this way, I ran to the fountain and saw the reflection of the moon, thinking: Ah! The moon really fell into the water! I have to save it! So, I jumped into the water in desperation and reached for the moon, but when my hand touched the water, the moon immediately turned into many golden fragments and spread around. My mouth said, "Hum, I tried my best to save you, but you didn't appreciate it. See if I don't save you. " In this way, I kept tossing in the water. When my father came back from work, he saw me "catching" the moon in the fountain. He rushed over, picked me up and asked me doubtfully, "Hui Hui, what are you doing? This will catch cold! " I replied, "Dad, don't you know? The moon fell into the water, and I saved it, but it was ungrateful and wouldn't let me save it, so I desperately tried to save it, or I would catch cold! " Dad couldn't help laughing when he heard what I said. When I got home, my father told my mother about it. As a result, my mother smiled and said, "silly boy, I thought you went to the small park to play, but you did something stupid." Baby, the moon in the water is just a reflection, and the moon in the sky is real. You can't' catch' the moon. " After listening to my mother's words, I realized that I just worked in vain and made myself sick. What a pity!

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this, with many stupid things and many interesting things. It is so many interesting and stupid things that make up colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that the fun of childhood will be the most beautiful memory in my life.

How to write a fairy tale about Sunday, rivers and roses?

Spring has come, and there is a beautiful rose in the garden. People came to her and could not help admiring: "Oh, what beautiful roses!" "

Rose was praised, and she became proud day by day. She said to the dirt under her feet, "dirt, you are so ugly." Don't stand at my feet, lest you dirty my beautiful clothes! " The earth opened its eyes, looked at the rose and said, "You know, without me, there would be no nutrition, and you will wither before long!" " "Rose looked up and said proudly," I would be more beautiful without you! ""The soil has to be handed over to the sunflower.

Soon, bees came to collect honey. She said to Rose, "Beautiful Sister Rose, please let me teach you pollen!" " "Ross opened one eye and looked at the bee. She proudly said, "Go, go! I don't want you to teach me pollen! " Ross turned her down without hesitation. The little bee had to fly away and fly to the sunflower.

After a while, Rose looked up and saw the sun, and said angrily, "Go away, go away! I hate it, I can't open my eyes! " Grandfather Sun kindly said, "Son, you have to grow up under my care. Without me, you would ... ""Stop nagging! " "Before Grandfather Sun could finish, Rose scrambled to say," Get out of here! "What a nuisance!" Grandpa Sun also left helplessly and went to find sunflower.

Sunflowers are cared for by the earth, bees and the sun, and grow very luxuriantly. But the roses are dying bit by bit. She regretted it. She wanted to get back the dirt, bees and sunshine, but it was too late.

The rose wept bitterly with tears of regret.

⑤ Write a composition to connect the moon, snails, shells and the sea into a story. Well-founded and philosophical, no less than 600 words. Learn to give advice, kneel down.

Schneckentraum

Snail shells live in a dreamy place called Rainbow Forest. The special room is full of green, and the blue sky makes people think, but the shells are not satisfied with it. She wants to see the sea. She told this blue dream to the small animals in the forest, and the animals would laugh at her and his stupidity. A little snail wants to go to the sea and dream! However, the shell has always insisted on its dream. She will practice running day and night, day after day, year after year. In a blink of an eye, she has reached old age. She knows her days are short, but she hasn't finished her dream yet. Shell's dream touched Sister Moon, who used magic to make her run fast. The moon looked at her and said hesitantly, If I use magic on you, your life will only last one day. Are you still willing to realize your dream? The shell nodded firmly and said, for my dream, I am willing. Sister Moon sighed and had to fulfill her dream.

Sixth grade composition: environment: village in moonlight, characters: iron egg, iron egg's distant cousin.

Thinking of writing: It can be written as follows: In the moonlight, Tie Dan and his cousin from afar play games and catch crickets. The game has started. My cousin caught one with two pieces of a mobile phone, so it is impossible to bring one. Cousin came again, and Hei Hu poured out his heart. It's time for Ssangyong to catch half a bottle at once. Cousin succeeded in winning and they went home happily.

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Tiedan is a lovely eight-year-old boy with a round face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but Tiedan is very lonely. He had no friends to play with, and his classmates isolated him.

Just today, Iron Egg was very happy to learn that her cousin from afar would come to stay at home for a few days. As soon as Iron Egg got off the bus, she took out all her snacks and toys to meet her cousin. Iron Egg hugged her tightly.

At night, under the moonlight, Iron Egg took his cousin to the grass, refused to accept the tiger, and went down the mountain to catch his cousin. A Dapeng spread his wings and caught one. My sister is thinking of a good way, saying, Cousin, let's play a cricket match.

The game has started. My cousin caught one with a mobile phone and failed to do either. My cousin is here again. Hei Hu jumped, and Ssangyong Pearl caught half a bottle at once. It's time for my cousin to win, and they went home happily.

A few days passed quickly, and my cousin left soon. Finally, they hugged each other tightly. Iron egg said helplessly, my cousin will come to play when he is free. Then we will catch cricket, and my cousin will say goodbye.

⑦ Make up a short story with grass, sand, water drops, elephants, sunshine, forests, the moon and streams to explain a simple truth, no less than 500 words.

One day, just after the rain, the water drops on the grass proudly said, "Look at me, how beautiful I am, right on your unknown grass." The grass didn't speak. After a while, the sun came out and the water drops disappeared. Then the grass said, "Don't be proud, because that will make your success go up in smoke!" " "

Forests, moons, streams

The moon sets quietly.

The stream is singing a beautiful lullaby.

The cool breeze is blowing gently, and the trees in the forest are sleeping.

The whole forest is very quiet.

But no one knows that a disaster is quietly coming.

Early the next morning, the old locust tree first found someone driving a truck into the forest. It hurriedly called everyone together and held a short meeting.

"Early this morning," the old locust tree cleared his throat, "I found an animal that walked on two legs and came to our forest with a round limb. It is said that this kind of animal that walks on two legs is called "man" and that kind of thing with round feet is called a truck. We didn't know what they were doing here, so we called a meeting. "

"What are they doing? ! Needless to ask, it is naturally looking for food and does not pose much threat to us. " The talkative Xiaoliu said.

"No, it must not be that simple." The buttonwood said with a heavy heart, "This new animal may … cause a disaster."

The words of buttonwood aroused everyone's deep thought.

Suddenly, many trees felt a sharp pain. Looking down, it turned out that people were sawing trees with chainsaws. I saw Grandpa Old Sophora shook his head and said with a sigh, "Disaster is coming, subjects of the forest kingdom ..." Before the words were finished, the old Sophora fell down. Then the willows and buttonwood fell down. ...

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Years passed and the forest became a desert.

No more lush forests, no more crystal clear streams, and the bright moonlight is covered by dark clouds.

All that's left is a desert.

The one below is shorter.

In the forest, the grass grows happily. On this day, an elephant suddenly came here. It tramples on the grass unscrupulously, some grass is broken and some leaves are rotten. They all cried bitterly. The elephant said, "Haha, in my eyes, you are like a grain of sand." When Sun Popo heard this, he said, Son, let me help you heal. She sprinkled light on the grass and the grass wound dried up. Aunt Moon also came to help, and came out to chat with the grass at night to alleviate their pain. Grandma Sun also sprinkled the stream in the stream into steam, then turned the steam into water droplets in the morning and evening, and sprinkled it on the grass in the morning. The grass shone beautifully and smiled again.

Grass, water drops and streams.

Grass lives by the stream. The grass always complains to the stream: if it can become something else, it will be moved to other places all day, even for a minute. Xiaoxi comforted and said, no, don't rabbits come often? Then it won't be boring. But grass has been complaining. The goddess heard the grass's complaint, satisfied its request and turned it into a water drop on other grass. The poor grass still lives by the stream and soon disappears. ...

The stream flew, and a drop of water splashed out and fell into the arms of a grass. From then on, Shuizhu began her land journey under the guidance of the grass. Sooner or later, the grass fell in love with water drops.

Sunshine is the foundation of all things. Grass proudly told Shuizhu everything about sunshine, and Shuizhu's pure and transparent heart was full of yearning for sunshine. Gradually, she fell in love with the sunshine.

Finally, regardless of the opposition of the grass, the water drops resolutely threw themselves into the embrace of the sun. Finally, under the enthusiasm of the sun, it vanished.

At the last moment, Shuizhu finally understood that grass was her happiness. ...

8 touching stories between people and animals (600 words)

The story of me and animals

One morning, a large dark cloud suddenly came, making people unable to tell day from night. I was sitting in my room watching TV, when suddenly dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder, and the TV disappeared with that roar. I just stood there holding my head, watching the rain outside the window drift from a distance like a ghost. I couldn't help but feel chilly behind me ... a white-gray shadow rushed in from the window and flew over my head, only to hear a bang, hitting the wall and sliding from the wall to the bottom. "Ah ..." I screamed. Get into the quilt. I thought I heard a ghost scream, which made me tremble all over, but after a while, I leaned out and said, "Are you all right?" Sepals blurted out, carefully crawling towards something gray, for fear of making a sound. I was relieved when I found out that the devil I imagined was actually an' angel'. A pair of yellow crystal eyes looked at me in fear and panic. The body is constantly twisting, trying to spread its wings, but it is so weak. I think even if it can spread its wings, it may not be able to fly. Because it is disheveled, its feathers are scattered and it is wet all over. This must be caused by the storm just now. Every mistake is a poor grey pigeon. I can see that if I don't help, it will never fly in the blue sky again. So I extended a helping hand to it ... Every time I thought of it, he tried to "fly"! No, it can't fly. I caught it when it was about to fall. Meanwhile, I feel a few drops of warm blood on my hands! I gently opened its wings and there were some feathers dyed red! "Don't worry, I'll let you out alive!" Several adults in my family are doctors and one is a nurse, so I can't help but learn a few tricks. I tried to dry the blood on it with cotton, then disinfected it with alcohol and iodine, then dried it with a hair dryer, and then bandaged it with medicine ... all this went smoothly, because I'm afraid it had no strength to resist. I remember that I just ran out of the bird's empty cage a few days ago, and now it comes in handy. So I put it in and added a little water and whole grains. I didn't expect it to be very weak, as if it hadn't eaten for more than ten years. I was shocked to see it so hungry, and then I poured some food in it. In the blink of an eye, it finished eating again. After settling in, I packed my bags and took a lunch break.

In the afternoon, the rain stopped, the sun was shining and the sky cleared up again. I put the pigeon on the table, and it curled up in the corner and looked at me in fear. I have no choice but to go out. When I peeked at the door, I found it stood up and looked at the clear sky outside the window. Does it want to fly? From then on, every day when I came home from school, I ran to the table, fed the pigeon and watched it gobble up. I'll change its dressing afterwards, but now it's physically recovered, so it's hard to change it again! In the evening, while painting on the table, I ate cookies, and the rest 1/3 was placed next to the cage. When the pigeons saw it, they immediately got up and pecked it twice. They found it was quite delicious and ate it all. I put the biscuit in my hand this time, next to the cage, trying to look at it with gentle and friendly eyes. At first, he was scared to hide, but later he couldn't resist the temptation, timidly came over, stretched out his neck, ate it, and then ran back like an electric shock. In the next few days, his injury improved, his feathers grew, and he became more courageous. He also fought with my Beijing dog and even dared to peck the puppy's nose! Now every time I sit at the table and eat cookies again, he will not shrink aside like a poor guy, but strut up to me and ask for cookies. I can not only feed him cookies, but also touch him with my fingers! What surprised me even more was that I patted his head with my finger and he pecked me playfully. It is no longer afraid of me, and it is getting closer and closer to me. After it completely recovered, I tied an orange rope on its leg to make it look beautiful. One day when I went out to play, Grandpa Yuzryha helped me tidy the birdcage in advance. When I came back to see the lovely figure, I saw the empty birdcage. Grandpa said shyly, "I'm changing the water and I didn't close the cage properly." Accidentally flew away. " That tear, like a faucet that can't be turned off, flows downwards. It's gone. Grandpa quickly said, "Don't cry. Grandpa will buy you one tomorrow. " "I want that!" I am very angry. Ran back to the room crying. That night, I used to eat cookies. Looking at the empty cage, it seems that the pigeons are back. It's eating the cookies I gave it, ha! It's still pecking my finger, I patted its head with my hand, and it's still addicted to cookies! When I came to my senses, I found that my finger had been put in the cage. Two days later in the afternoon, our family was having lunch. The puppy was gnawing at the bone, and suddenly it even ran to the balcony and shouted, "Woof! Woof! Wang! "

Pet-name ruby write a composition about childhood of about 600 words. Hurry up! ! ! ! ! All right, give me another 20 points.

Interesting childhood story

The ribbon-like path in my hometown left my childhood footprints, the blue sky and bright sunshine in my hometown left my singing voice, and the Lu 'an Tower in my hometown left my childhood happiness.

When I was a child, I often went to the nearby Juanta Mountain to play, and an interesting story from legend happened there.

On a beautiful night, the huge galaxy passed through the deep and vast sky and poured down from my head like a magnificent waterfall. The bright and shining stars are like water splashing from a waterfall. The moon smiles quietly on the eastern horizon. Like a quiet girl, shed soft and bright silver light on the world.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I can't help thinking that people often say that pointing to the moon will cut off your ears. Of course, now I know this is ridiculous, but when I was six or seven years old, I believed it was true. But I have some doubts: Is the moon really so stingy? You can't even point? I look at the moon and feel terrible. My whole heart jumped like fried beans. "Once upon a time, Chang 'e was there." I quickly turned my head. Oh, some middle-aged people are talking about the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. Oh, dear! They pointed to the moon while talking, but why didn't they lose their ears? Will it be that children will lose their ears when they click on the moon, and adults will not lose their ears when they click on the moon?

Curiosity occupied me, and I quickly asked my father, but my father let me try. "Have a try?" This is no joke. So I went to ask my sister, and she said, "I don't know. I heard of it when I was a child. "

I hesitated for a long time. It was another beautiful night. I got up my courage, pointed to the moon and closed my eyes tightly, as if facing a battle. My heart is like fifteen buckets, pumping water seven times and eight times. Suddenly, I felt a little movement. I thought: it's over. I'm going to lose my ears. I'm thinking about tears falling. After a while, I slowly opened my eyes and there was a big mosquito biting me! I feel my ear, ah, my ear didn't drop! I jumped three feet for joy.

From this incident, I understand the truth that "practice makes true knowledge"

Participate in the 600-word composition of the touching story of the moon in the Dragon Boat Festival.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally look forward to the long-awaited Dragon Boat Festival. In the afternoon, as soon as I got home, I saw my mother and grandmother making zongzi wholeheartedly. I saw grandma holding zongzi leaves in her hand, rolled into a gyro shape, with rice and candied dates inside, and then wrapped into a quadrilateral. After reading it, I felt interesting and simple, so I went forward and said, "Shall I make zongzi, too?" Grandma and her mother agreed coldly. I also learn from my mother and grandmother and roll them into zongzi leaves. What can be rolled up is not as good as mom and grandma. I am not discouraged. After rolling for several times in a row, I finally rolled out the shape I was satisfied with, which can be compared with grandma and mom. Alas, there is still a gap. I thought to myself, "It's natural to wrap zongzi badly for the first time." When I put rice on it, it looks like a naughty child falling from it and leaking from below. Only then did I find a small hole in my palm leaf. I looked at the rice put by my grandmother and mother. That rice seems to be a lovely doll. My mother saw it and said, "This kind of zongzi leaves is not' qualified'. I did it again, this time very carefully, trying to meet my mother's requirements. A few minutes later, I cheered: "Oh! I finally made the best zongye. Once again, rice is no longer like a naughty doll, lying in their "small home". I want to wrap all the rice. I covered the rice with a leaf on the left and a leaf on the right, trying not to spill it outside, but some rice, like dolls, ran out again. Helpless, I had to ignore the spilled rice and continue to wrap my zongzi. For not being there. I also used a zongzi leaf as a "coat" and tied it to the thread. A strange zongzi appeared in front of my eyes. Although it was not very good, I tried my best to pack it, and I was very satisfied. My grandmother and mother praised me for doing well. I am flattered. After a while, the zongzi was steamed, and I took my own "work" and ate it. I feel that other zongzi are much more delicious, because they are made by themselves, and of course they taste delicious. I really like this Dragon Boat Festival. How interesting