I don't want to write composition topic 500.

1. Kneel for an essay with the title (I don't want it) of about 500 words. Everyone doesn't want to grow up, but there is an impenetrable glass wall-time.

When I was a child, I wanted to grow up and escape from a home I didn't understand. I had to break in with my wings. No one decides the direction, and when he grows up, he walks past the happiness wrapped in injury; Only then did I realize that I was a wanderer myself.

In primary school, I lived like a year. I thought it would be nice if I could grow up right away. After work, I made a fortune and won hundreds of thousands. Make good use of it. The homework in junior high school is several times more than that in primary school, and several new courses have been added. I want to go back to primary school now. I still remember the movie Peter Pan that I often watched in primary school. Peter (Peter Pan) in the movie is a child who never grows up.

I think if I could go back to the past, I wouldn't have started playing since the first grade of primary school; Play less, learn more, speed up and practice calligraphy better. Now you can stop doing this. Alas! Time can't go back, I can't cross the time of that glass wall. I can't regret now. If there is any regret medicine to sell, I will buy one. Go back to the past, study hard, stop playing and improve your grades.

I don't want to grow up; I want to go back in time; I want to shoot me through the glass and go back to the past with an archery bow. Let me be reborn and never face the brink of death; Let me study again, and not be so backward as now; Let me choose again and never go the wrong way again.

I don't want to grow up, but I can't go back to the past, through the glass and through time, but I can grasp the present and the future.

i do not want to grow up.

2. Write a 500-word composition entitled: My troubles (the main content is that I don't want to grow up). i do not want to grow up. Everyone has the belief that I want to grow up but I don't want to grow up. I just don't want to be a part of the crowd.

Nan H.E once sang a song: "I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, there will be no fairy tales in the world. " The title of this song is "I don't want to grow up", and only this song can reflect my hunger and thirst.

As we all know, childhood and adolescence are the best, and many old people, such as our grandparents, want to be rejuvenated. Because they know that childhood is the most innocent and beautiful happy time.

So I don't want to leave this time, so I don't want to grow up. If we finish junior high school for three years and enter senior high school, we will all go from one place to another.

If I am admitted to a foreign high school, I will leave my parents without their warmth and love. But my father always said, "wherever you go, my father will be by your side." I once had confidence in this sentence, but now I can't, and I can't bear to be separated from my parents.

I can do something for my parents at home, but I just can't give up this relationship, so I don't want to grow up. As S.H.E sang: "When you grow up, there will be no fairy tales in the world."

Yes! None of us want to leave the two fairy-tale times of childhood and adolescence. We just can't live without these two dreamy times, so we don't want to grow up. Me, too. We all have a good partner in primary school and junior high school. If we grow up, we will leave them.

I believe that students can't give up this feeling! If we grow up, we will leave them. I believe that students can't give up this feeling! If you grow up, it will be difficult to be together again.

I may never know him again. So we have always wanted to know them, and this friendship has continued. For this reason, I don't want to grow up.

I don't want to grow up, because I don't want to leave my parents, teachers, close friends and family, so I can't give up this feeling, so I don't want to grow up and leave this fairy tale world.

3. Chinese composition, the topic is "I don't want to write a composition". I opened my eyes this morning and couldn't get up in the soft bed, ready to sleep late. But it didn't last long. Before long, my parents woke me up.

After breakfast, my mother asked me to write a composition. Starting today, three people in my family have an agreement: everyone writes a composition every day, as long as none of my parents writes, I don't have to write. Mom is fulfilling the agreement. But I really don't want to write a composition. Writing a composition is very brain-consuming and tiring, so I hope one of my parents won't write, so I won't have to write. It's still early to write a composition. None of them has written a composition. Of course, I don't have to write. I lay on my desk pretending to read, turning over this book and looking at that one, and the morning passed like this.

When I got home after lunch at my grandmother's house, my mother urged me to write my composition again. At this time, my father's composition has been written, but my mother hasn't. I am secretly happy: mom hasn't written it anyway. I started dawdling again, playing badminton first, 1, 2, 3 ... and then reading, 1, 2, 3 ... and I didn't write a word all afternoon.

In the evening, my aunt invited our whole family to the hotel for dinner. I thought to myself: great, I will definitely be late for dinner at the hotel, so I don't have to write a composition.

It's already 8: 30 when I get home after dinner. My mother asked me to write my composition with a straight face, and I will finish it at 9 o'clock. There are still 30 minutes left, so I'll write it quickly.

Well, I don't want to write a composition.

4. The composition "I don't want to-"is 500 words. I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, there will be no fairy tales in the world. I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up. Inscription.

I really, really wanted to grow up when I was a child. Every time I see my sister riding a bicycle condescending, my mother holding wool in the light, and my brother reading a lot of strange words with an English textbook in his hand, I really want to grow up. As long as you grow up, you don't have to be called a "stupid child" because of a small moth, listen to your parents' nagging and strengthen your running performance. When I was a child, I shouted to the sky, "I want to grow up." At this time, my sister leaned out of the room and looked at me with a helpless smile. I continue to study bottomless olympiad. I ran to the kitchen in doubt and asked my mother, "Mom, I want to grow up, why doesn't my sister want to?" Mother smiled helplessly and said, "Silly child, what's good about growing up?" At that time, I didn't understand. Didn't you grow up as well as I thought?

The sun rises and sets in the west, taking away my childhood day after day, and the years have pushed me to a new height in the second day of junior high school. However, what accompanied me to grow up was not the happiness and pride I should have, but the endless darkness and bitterness. The cost of growing up did not stop because of my expectation. Gradually realize the hardships and helplessness of growing up.

Looking at the bicycle that keeps "discharging" in the sun, I am deeply touched. I am eager to ride it on the busy street to "race with the bull". Now, it has accompanied me for thousands of days and nights, and I don't think it is such a happy thing. I rode it in the street, standing in the hot sun, and stomped on the handlebars of my bike. I finally realized. Finally, I realized my mother's meaningful words. The bicycle I once named "Maxima" in my childhood has been crushed by the wheels of years, so it is necessary for me to rename it-a stupid guy.

Growing up has brought me not only hardships, but also helplessness, confusion and desolation.

When I was a child, I had a lovely bird at home. Every morning, it sings against the breeze. I often use my teacher's Protestant Tang poems to teach this bird. Although I know that bird belongs to "* *+retarded type", I still read the poem to it for n times. It was really hopeless at that time. One day, my neighbor's little yellow dog actually killed the bird, and I held it sadly.

That evening, I found a dead kitten on the grass. Its snow-white fur has become dull, its eyes have lost the aura of the past, and its two furry little ears hang quietly over its head, both curled up into a small snowball. I looked at it calmly, and there were no tears in my eyes. I'm surprised how I can be so heartless and indifferent to the death of a life.

Yes, when a person grows up, it is no longer so easy to cry. That fragile heart has already been wrapped in impeccable armor, and many lives have passed away. It hurts every time, but with the growth of age, the number of heartbeats is getting less and less, and it is getting lighter and lighter. And when I face the cold body of the kitten, I wish I could cry happily, but I want to cry but I have no tears. Is it numbness? Is it strong? Or other reasons, I don't know. But I know that the process of growing up is to gain and lose.

How many empty nights, that empty heart recalls the time when I was a child. Those little red flowers and 100 test papers that I vowed to cherish for a lifetime are now in the hands of the waste yard and can only be worth 50 cents. How I wish I could go back to my childhood and live a carefree life, but time doesn't allow me to do so. Even giants are pale and powerless in the face of years. Besides, I'm a nobody. I can only sigh helplessly, and I am wandering on the endless journey of life-a journey with no end in sight. I only know that the farther I go, the farther away from the carefree sky, I will get lost in the front.

Until one day, I suddenly realized that I always look back. In fact, they are not far from me, but through a window, I can clearly see people, things and things inside, but I can't touch them, and they can't come to me through that window, because that window is called time.

The past is like smoke: the accumulation of countless years has twisted into a thin whip, driving the wheel of the past to run over my innocent soul. Sugar-coated gourd sticky childhood fireflies are still flying in front of my eyes. The story of grandma wolf has penetrated into a fertile heart. Grandpa's banana fan lost its luster and became an antique with a broken handle. Time is like a flying ribbon, and every moment is a change.

-P.S.

I don't want to write a composition for the narrative.

I finally have time to express my anger. After reading the idol Han Han's "Student Composition Should Be Abolished", this desire is getting stronger and stronger.

"A lot of reading is more beneficial than a lot of writing. Writing not only weakens your talent for writing articles, but also subconsciously tells you that it is normal and necessary to say something against your will, which is the key to survival. The latter is the only benefit that composition brings to students. It allows students to know the reality in advance, and telling the truth will not end well. It is the composition that destroys many students' interest in literature. "

I always agree with Han Han. My thoughts are still far from the height of Han Han, but what I see in front of me is enough to make me feel sorry for the times.

Last Friday, the composition teacher read the composition written by several "composition experts" in our class, which described spring. In the north of China, where there are only two seasons in winter and summer, and there are no cotton-padded jackets and half sleeves, composition experts can write spring vividly, which can be used as a local tourist leaflet. I endured nausea and chest tightness and listened to these compositions. I think it can be roughly divided into three categories.

The first category: essay model. Writing this spring composition has made me admire many students in my class-I dare to show off my old-fashioned composition at any time. These people's routines are nothing more than propaganda and suppression of "going to the mountains to find the footprints of spring", but they have been looking for "I am disappointed, is spring really not coming?" But at this moment of despair, "I suddenly found that a stubborn grass stuck its head out from under the stone." Note: this kind of grass must be "stubborn", it must be crushed under a stone but still growing. Because we should not only see spring from the grass, but also see tenacious vitality to enhance the height of the article.

The second category: master of prose. The mark of this guy is cleverness, but in fact he is very backward in his bones. No matter what style he writes, even an argumentative essay, he should also write the charm of prose, and it is a refreshing and emotional argumentative essay. There are often words like "I cried when I wrote this". But this is not the best. Best of all, any article of these people can't be separated from the postscript. Just write, but they don't seem to know what the inscription and postscript are for. They always write something inexplicable and pretend to be profound.

The third category: "Small Four" Replicator. I have always hated Jing M Guo, a junior, because I can't see anything worth appreciating except Jing M Guo's excellent writing about the environment and girls' psychological activities. But it was he who charmed countless girls who wrote their compositions with his tone and his words. Everything belongs to him, but the only thing is not his own. This composition is disgusting!

To tell the truth, our composition has regressed now. In addition to being melodramatic, it is an ode or reprimand, or it is to play the truth that "there is a literati in the world, you copy me and I copy him". I really sympathize with our current students. An ancient poem can last forever, but we students still work hard for a teacher's topic.

I am really disappointed. I really don't want to write a composition. However, the times have decided that we can only write such things for adults.

I don't want to write a 500-word composition faster. It is impossible and impossible to go back in time, so my idea is impossible to realize.

What can I do as I get older and time goes by? I can only silently use the rest of my time to be myself and be perfect.

Actually, I don't want to grow up for a reason. I don't want to get old, and I don't want to treat everything now as a good memory in the future. I don't want to lose my youth When I was a child, I naively thought that I would never go to primary school, and that time would never come. I can lie in my mother's arms all the time, but when I walk to school in tears, I know it's just daydreaming. When I was in primary school, I naively thought that I would never enter junior high school, which seemed to be centuries later. But when I quickly walked into the junior high school gate, I was once again thrown cold water. Now I am a sophomore, and now I fantasize about not going to high school. But the reality tells me that everything that should come will come.

I have seen through life now. Look at my 40-year-old mother and me. I know that sooner or later I will enter this society and find a partner to have children. Maybe I think too far, and the road of life is still very long. I don't know what will happen, but I must be strong. There is a song that sings well: "There is still a long way to go. With dreams, to success, courage, forge ahead ... "

In fact, I don't want to grow up, perhaps because I am timid and don't want to leave my parents, but I have to face what I should face after all. I must leave my parents and fly by myself.

7. This time, I don't want to write 500 words, but it's tomorrow, recalling the past and staying forever. This time, I don't want to miss the past, I don't want to just talk.

Once upon a time, we were all thinking about that time, this time and the next time. . I didn't know we were fooling ourselves. Every time we think about starting and making use of the present, but every time we act, we retreat and find various reasons and excuses to escape. We will get used to it after a long time, but this time, I don't want to escape. Maybe reality is weak relative to time, relative to action and relative to actual work. Let's take action quickly, prepare for a rainy day, and make a last-ditch effort.

This time, I don't want to just talk.

8. The junior high school composition topic is about 500 words. Actually, I don't want this either. "bloom flowers fall, everything is fate." I have never seen the process with my own eyes, neither bloom nor Fallen Flower. However, in the dark, I know I will hear bloom's voice, and it is the sound of its blooming.

I don't like flowers, although I am a girl.

But I am curious, so I don't know how many beautiful flowers lost their luster in my curiosity and died prematurely. Actually, I don't want to, but curiosity will always be my biggest reason until one day. ...

That morning, I just arrived at school, and my friend Yu took me to the water room mysteriously. There was a happy light flashing in her eyes, which puzzled me. She put her hand over my ear, and gentle words came into my ears. She said, "If you can see a clove with three petals in full bloom, you can be happy all your life." She is always like this, always more curious than me, but her curiosity brought treasure to everything, and I brought destruction. I don't know where she heard such strange words and actually believed them. "In two days, the lilac season is coming, so don't miss happiness!" At this time, I was already confused, but her face was full of happiness. It seems that she has seen it.

It rains every day, whispering lilacs in my ear, I won't forget it, but I didn't expect that I would really see it!

After school on Saturday afternoon, I walked into the yard with a huge schoolbag on my back and a week's fatigue. Inadvertently, I came to the garden gate, oh! What a big tree it is! The trees are covered with small lavender buds, which are elegant and chic. I know from people's conversations that this is a lilac tree, the oldest one here.

There is another warm upsurge in my ear, and I think of the words of rain. Curiosity led me to the tree, but this time I didn't raise my hand, but looked up for a three-petal lilac. But all buds have four petals. I didn't see any unusual buds. I turned around and walked around the tree. ...

I looked round and round, my neck was sore and my eyes were blurred, but I still didn't see it. I was thinking, I must have heard too many fairy tales about rain. How can I believe that there are such magical flowers in this world? I gave up, turning my sore neck and thinking disappointedly. Suddenly, I saw it! Yes, it is a budding flower with only three petals!

Oh, my God, I am not in a fairy tale, am I? Rain, as well as a happy life, flooded into my mind. I can't imagine how excited and surprised I was.

I stood under the tree and looked at the bud quietly, but I remembered the senior high school entrance examination in January, the college entrance examination three years later, and the longing after many years. My wish has come true, and of course I will be happy all my life. I wonder if this little flower can help me realize these wishes.

I don't know how long I have been standing, but I heard a strange sound, rippling in the lake and then settling in my heart. I see, the purple buds are slowly blooming. Is that the voice in my heart just now, or bloom's voice? !

Looking around, there is no glass, no hand and no wind. Ah! It turns out that flowers can be so magical and wonderful. Listening to the "crack" sound, my heart is pure. I finally understand what beauty is, and I also understand that happiness will accompany you for life only if you find it with your heart and cherish it with your heart.