Writing 600 words in the second day of junior high school

In study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, so we must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are five 600-word compositions about writing in Grade Two for reference only. I hope I can help you.

600 words 1 About writing in Grade Two.

Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.

My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and the other foot stepped heavily on the ground, but I couldn't stand steadily. The less I skate, the more anxious I am. I don't want to learn, so I said to my parents, "Let's go home." Dad said loudly, "No, I haven't learned it yet." How should I go home? I can't give up halfway. "I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? When I was about to carry out the plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster." If you rely too much, you can't learn well. "How about this? Let's have a competition and see who learns first, shall we? " I was too angry to say anything, and I said unhappily, "All right, let's compare." I thought to myself: you can learn if you don't believe it. You are much older.

Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. This is ridiculous. 1 of "dong" looks bad. Dad fell down. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and watching skateboarding, as if thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one paw, swinging from side to side, and sliding hard with the other foot. "Look, I can skate." Dad shouted happily. I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.

Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father was so distressed to see me limping that he helped me sit down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine box, helped me rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth and said, "Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, but it won't hurt when the blood slowly dissipates." Under the "treatment" of my father, I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt. ...

Ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you too.

600 words about writing in the second day of junior high school II

Motherly love is selfless, warm and ubiquitous. Mom, like a tall tree, let us grow up happily! We said to our mother, "Mom, you have worked hard! Thank you! "

I loved to eat braised pork when I was a child, but I didn't often cook it at home. I can eat it alone every time. I remember once, my mother only cooked braised pork and a dish. After eating for a long time, I found that my mother had been eating vegetables. Without taking a bite of braised pork, I put a piece of meat in my mother's bowl and wanted my mother to eat it. But my mother put the meat in my bowl and said, "This braised pork is too greasy. My mother doesn't like it. Please eat! " I didn't care at first, thinking that my mother really didn't like it. A few days later, grandma brought me braised pork to eat, and my mother was not at home. "Ha ha, just like your mother. Your mother also likes to eat braised pork cooked by grandma, just like it was carved in the same mold. It is a mother and daughter! " Grandma looked at me and said with a smile. This sentence deeply shocked me. It turns out that my mother also likes braised pork, so why did she tell me she didn't like it? This is undoubtedly my mother. She loves me very much and wants me to eat and dress well, even if she doesn't eat or drink.

Another time at dinner, my mother asked me, "Baby, what do you want most now?" "I want a sweater. I thought of it myself, but I didn't sell it." I casually said, my mother asked me curiously, "What's it like? Draw for my mother! " So I immediately showed the appearance of a sweater with a stroke of my hand. My mother picked it up and looked thoughtfully, then took out a ruler and compared it with me. I don't understand what my mother means. A few days later, my mother sat next to me with a bag. "Look, what did my mother bring you?" My mother said as she took out the things in her bag, and a lavender sweater was in front of me, which I drew for my mother the other day. I didn't expect my casual words to be taken seriously by my mother in a joke.

Motherly love is the spring water that knocks on the ice door and shakes the heart of stone. Motherly love is a beacon shining in the dark, allowing lost ships to find a harbor.

600 words about writing in the second day of junior high school 3

Some things we have experienced will leave lingering memories, which will always exist in our hearts, so that we can always taste the mood at that time. The memory of childhood is my deepest memory, and I always feel that childhood will be the most missed time in my life.

At night, it's especially quiet here. The moon radiates its brilliance. Under the bright night sky, the lake is shining with a little silver light, and bursts of frogs are beautiful symbols on this quiet night spectrum.

"Grandma, look, how cute these little fireflies are!" A little girl of seven or eight years old, wearing two croissants, shouted at an old man under a pear tree not far away. The old man looked at the little girl not far away with a kind face and gentle eyes: "Yes." The old man replied.

The little girl smiled sweetly when she heard the old man's words. Turn around and chase the flashing fireflies.

Tick-tock, time is passing. At night, silence can't bear to break all this. I don't know how long it took, but the little girl finally had enough fun and ran to the old man under the pear tree. Sweat flowed from the forehead to the cheeks, and the clothes were already soaked, but the girl's face was still full of satisfaction.

Lying in the old man's arms, the little girl looked up and blinked: "Grandma, why do you think fireflies shine?" The old man wiped the sweat from the girl's face, gently shook the cattail leaf fan and replied, "That's fireflies carrying small lanterns to illuminate people who walk at night." "Oh," the little girl nodded inexplicably. Fireflies are really good children, and I want to be a child like fireflies. "The old man smiled and stroked the little girl's face.

Tick-tock, time is still passing. At night, harmony can't bear to break all this. I don't know how long it took, but there was a gentle and even breathing under the pear tree. Time began to turn around.

The night is still so quiet and the croak is still so clear, but things have changed. Without the old man around, the starry sky is no longer as bright as when I was a child. ...

Childhood memories are still sealed in my heart, always so clear, as if everything happened yesterday.

Writing 600 words in the second day of junior high school 4

As the saying goes, "Fireworks descend in Yangzhou in March". Today, my father took me to the beautiful Slender West Lake.

When I arrived at the south gate, I saw three big characters engraved on the door: Slender West Lake.

I can't wait to rush in. I saw a straight path stretching into the distance. On the left of the path is a green bamboo forest and on the right is an artificial lake. Several wild ducks are playing on the lake. So cute!

At the end of the path is Xu Yuan, whose "garden" has a unique meaning. It says a tiger is surrounded by a circle. It is said that in the past, the owner of Xu Yuan was nicknamed "Tiger Xu". On one occasion, he invited a calligrapher to his house to write a Xu Yuan. The calligrapher refused, just after he was drunk. Halfway through the writing, the calligrapher suddenly woke up and wrote "Yuan" as a circle outside a tiger. It means that your tiger will be locked up forever.

When you leave Xu Garden, you will see Hongqiao. Against the backdrop of green trees, Hongqiao seems to be a rainbow falling from the sky, adding a bit of beauty to Slender West Lake.

Crossing Hongqiao and Weizi Garden, you will come to Wu Ting Bridge, which is a landmark building in Yangzhou. From top to bottom, Wu Ting Bridge looks like five lotus flowers, so it is also called "lianhua bridge". Wu Ting Bridge has 15 spans. It is said that there are 15 moons at the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Bridge meeting!

Standing on the Wu Ting Bridge and looking south, I saw the bridge across the lake. There are all kinds of flowers and trees on the shore of the lake, which are beautiful! I looked north again, and in a forest, there stood a towering white tower. The boat on the lake rippled in the water, and elegant music came from time to time. There are more and more tourists on both sides of the strait, and everyone is enjoying the beautiful scenery happily. Some people have been admiring the beauty of Slender West Lake. As a Yangzhou native, my heart is as sweet as honey when I hear these words.

My father and I crossed the twenty-four bridges, crossed the beautiful Wan Garden, visited the bonsai garden, and finally walked out of the north gate.

I am reluctant to look at Slender West Lake, thinking: Without Slender West Lake, Yangzhou would be half beautiful!

Write 600 words in the second day of junior high school.

As the summer vacation goes by, the new semester will come soon. On the first day of school, I packed my mind and left home with my parents, ready to go to school. During the summer vacation, we knew that there was no school bus this semester, so I carpooled back to school with two students in our class.

At the school gate, we got off the bus and walked to the school gate. We saw our head teacher, Miss Deng, welcoming the students at the school gate! We walked over and said to Teacher Deng with a smile, "Hello, Teacher Deng!" Teacher Deng smiled and nodded to us. We walked to the classroom. Along the way, I saw many freshmen, some of whom were fighting on the road; Some carry small schoolbags and walk quickly to the classroom; Others chat in groups of three or five. Our classroom is on the fourth floor. When I got to the classroom, I saw some students reading early as soon as I entered the door. After a summer vacation, I can finally see my classmates, and I am very excited. After returning to my seat, I began to read early.

The first class is math. Our math teacher has changed, from Mr Peng to Mr Lu. The first math class of this semester began. I thought to myself: Is Teacher Lu fierce? Will teacher Lu be bored in class? I saw Teacher Lu come in and kindly said to us, "Students, my name is Teacher Lu, and I am your math teacher. Today's class, we don't have classes, let me meet the students, ok? " Teacher Lu continued: "Whoever wants the teacher to know you, please raise your hand." At first, no students raised their hands in the classroom. Later, a classmate raised his little hand. Teacher Lu immediately went over and asked him, "What's your name?" After the students answered, Teacher Lu went on to say, "Nice to meet you!" And shook hands with him. After this classmate sat down, other students scrambled to raise their hands to let the teacher know him and get to know him. The first class of "Ding" is over, and the teacher knows many students. It turns out that Teacher Lu is so approachable and her class is so novel.

In the new semester, many things in our school have changed, the school floor has changed, our classroom has changed, and the teachers have changed … But no matter what happens, I will continue to study hard.