Beauty quietly blooms 600 words in the composition of senior high school entrance examination.

If time is the long river of life, then the bits and pieces we have experienced are undoubtedly pebbles shining on the shore in the bright sunshine. At that time, the light flowed through the fingertips, leaving a thin layer of fine sand, which gradually slipped through the fingers. The following are five 600-word essays I wrote. I hope I can help you.

Beauty quietly blooms 600 words 1

At that moment, you slowly slid past me on a skateboard, and the beauty has quietly bloomed in my heart.

On a dreary Saturday morning, I just got on the subway line 4, and a figure less than one meter high passed by me. I'm a little surprised. I sat down and watched intently. It's a girl with a badly twisted face. She looks scary. And she has no legs and stands on a wide skateboard.

The first time I saw such a person, I was a little curious and stared at her for a long time. I saw her holding the railing with both hands and sitting on the seat with her arms propped up. She noticed my eyes and turned to look at me. I was a little embarrassed and immediately deviated from my sight.

The subway galloped and soon arrived at the station. It happened that she and I got off at the same station.

After leaving the station, there was a sea of people, and she could not be found in the crowd less than one meter. I want to get back to the ground and go to class quickly. At this time, the familiar figure appeared in my field of vision. She has a black wallet in her hand, which is very expensive. On the other hand, slide forward. What does she want? I couldn't help being curious, so I followed.

She walked on, much faster than before. Suddenly, her skateboard seemed to trip over something and she fell to the ground.

I felt a little sorry for her and reached out to help her skateboard. She pulled out a smile at me, and "Ah, ah" slipped one step further-she was speechless.

As for me, I slipped into the crowd and continued to "follow".

Huh? She stopped in front of a man in a suit and tie and pulled the corner of his trousers. The man turned around and saw her. She handed her purse. There was no gratitude on the man's face, and he even took the wallet in disgust and turned away without saying "thank you". I look angry, but she is not sad at all. A big smile broke out on her stiff face and she slipped away contentedly.

I have a strange feeling in my heart. She lost her legs and couldn't speak. She is strong and optimistic. She has so many precious qualities, but fate is so unfair to her. Should I sympathize with her or envy her? I don't know.

But I'm sure, whether she has legs or not, whether she can make a sound or not, and whether her face is beautiful or not, the woman sitting on the skateboard is extremely beautiful and admirable!

Beauty has quietly bloomed in my heart. ...

Beauty quietly blooms in the 600 words of the composition of the senior high school entrance examination 2

The water drops on the tip of the blade slowly slide down, clouds of fragrant white fog float out of the window of the breakfast shop, and the sprinkler still crawls forward slowly.

In the morning, it seems to walk slowly. ...

Yiyi's singing came from the gate of the community, and the uncle in the old military coat came out of the duty room, relieved, rubbed his hands and did morning exercises. Nod and smile at people who occasionally come in and out, and then continue to listen to his plays and do his sports.

Seeing me coming out, he asked me kindly and jokingly, "Baby, what are you doing up so early?"

I smiled: "Go and buy breakfast!"

He is like this in the morning and at night. Or sit on a bench and chat with other elderly people in the community, or squint against the doorpost. The dim light flows on his face, and a car appears from time to time at the door. He presses the remote control button of the telephone pole indifferently. As always, it is as safe as ever.

The people who sell steamed stuffed buns and soybean milk have already started shouting, but there is no need to shout. As long as you smell the smell of My Sweetie, you can know the delicacy of steamed stuffed bun.

Here, I am a frequent visitor.

The boss's standard Mediterranean hairstyle hints at his age. When he was busy in the morning, he couldn't even wipe the sweat. He let the sweat drip down his nose and wet his apron. But in his spare time, he will sit down and take a steamed stuffed bun and taste it slowly. When he meets a guest, he will put it down, take it out neatly with clean hands, put it in a food bag, pass it over, and then continue to sit down and hug his steamed stuffed bun. I handed in three dollars, and he smiled and said to me, "Well, there's one left, and I'll give it to you." Then I found seven steamed buns in the plastic bag.

Several old people sat by the roadside chatting and basking in the sun. There is a table next to it, placed in the shade of a tree, with cloth and cards for playing mahjong on it. An old man sat on his tricycle and played the erhu wholeheartedly. Two or three people stood beside him, listening quietly. Obviously, this is their fixed place. The sound of the piano is beautiful, but there is no trace of sadness, full of nature and peace from the heart.

I haven't realized for a long time that such an ordinary morning is so beautiful and poetic. Everyone is doing their own thing, much like pantomime. Only by flowing pictures, people can feel deeply without too much decoration.

Everything is so slow.

Let's slow down our pace of acceleration, spend some time enjoying the comfort of life and feel the beauty blooming quietly around us!

Beauty quietly blooms in the 600 words of the composition of the senior high school entrance examination.

When I was a child, I would go to my grandmother's house for a while as soon as I took a long vacation. On the one hand, it is to accompany grandparents, on the other hand, it is because there are dense bamboo forests, running water and potholes, and the environment is particularly beautiful.

As the weather gets warmer, bamboos with different postures appear brighter and greener in the sun. It is precisely because of this that the children in the neighborhood can show their talents. With the drying of bamboo, hands can hold the bamboo pole tightly to avoid slipping. He found two thick bamboos next to each other and shook them hard to make sure that he would not fall when he turned over. Then he clasped his hands on the bamboo pole, bent his legs and closed his eyes, as if lost in thought.

Suddenly, he glared like an eagle, his legs were like labor-saving springs, his "rubbed" thigh stretched back, and his body crossed a semicircle among the bamboos. In an instant, I heard the sound of bamboo breaking, and then screamed. He lost his balance in the air, which caused him to land earlier than expected. With a bang, he lay flat on the ground, and I shook my head helplessly beside him. Don't I know a lot of things? He sat up with his head propped up and saw that his left leg was punctured by a small bamboo that had just grown.

"Look at people. Xiaozhu grows well there. What if I crush him with your weight? " I helped him up and didn't forget to expose his crime.

He dragged his legs up and down, muttering, "The key is nothing. I'm hurt. Hey, it hurts. Go slowly ... "His voice became extremely sharp.

The sun found the right place and began to guide people to take a nap. We, full of energy, will not waste this wonderful time, but will meet and run beside the quagmire.

He told me to sit down and stare at the middle of the mire, out of my mind.

"Hey, do you think there will be any secrets in this quagmire?" I look suspicious when I'm around.

"How old are you? Why do you still have so many strange ideas? " He just laughed and didn't answer. Then he suddenly jumped up, pointed to the sky and said to me, "You wait here, I'm going to take an adventure!" " "

"Hey, wait for me!" I just jumped down to stop him, but I took a lot of breath. He ran all the way along the slope to the mire. "Wait for me. Too dangerous! " "I shouted and kicked him out from behind.

After a while, I heard him cry, "Oh, it's a little dangerous? Then I won't go. " He gradually stopped, but I couldn't stop, and my lower body was stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to pull it out.

"It's too dangerous to go. Hey, you have to go." After he dragged me ashore, he pointed water at the mud on my pants and accused me. "Pay attention next time" is really troublesome. I just wanted to say a few words, but I swallowed it again.

I found a kind of beauty blooming quietly in him. ...

Beauty blooms quietly in the composition of 600 words in the senior high school entrance examination.

In life, we may ignore the daffodils that silently exude a faint fragrance, the bright moon hanging in the night sky, the rising sun in Ran Ran in the morning, the dead wood in the yard in spring ... and beauty is quietly blooming around us.

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The daffodils at home have long been left unattended. I only remember to change the water once a week, and then I have no time to manage it. Every day is a tense pace of life, as if you would lose a lot if you stopped. Therefore, naturally there is no time to take care of daffodils. Time passed quietly until that morning.

Wake up in the morning, open the window, smell the fresh air, mixed with a touch of fragrance. I couldn't help but feel very surprised and shouted, "Mom, what smells so good?" Mom replied, "You raised daffodils!" " My heart couldn't help jumping. I hurried to the daffodil and found that the daffodil, which I hadn't seen for several weeks, had quietly bloomed, looking from a distance, under the dawn light. It is so white and bright, with a drop or two of green on its long branches, as graceful as a fairy and as delicate as a newborn baby. Close to stop and study, each petal contains a drop of crystal dew, take a breath gently, and your nose and mouth are faint fragrance. There is no thick powder, only a refreshing fragrance. Unconsciously, I found myself standing for a long time. The breeze is a refreshing fragrance.

If the neglect of daffodils is due to the tense pace of life, the bright moon in the sky can only be regarded as indifferent to his beauty!

In ancient times, people seemed to have endless feelings for the bright moon. Whether it's "it's too light for anyone to hear except my comrade the bright moon" or "the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" People were deeply moved by the bright moon. As a child. I like watching the moon and counting the stars. I always find it interesting. When I grow up, I seldom see stars in the night sky of the city, so naturally I feel less comfortable than before. Until late at night, I suddenly found that I forgot to close the window when I slept, and the bright moonlight shone obliquely on the table through the window. I hurried to the balcony and found that the moon in the deep sky was so beautiful and bright, emitting moving light. Through the gentle moonlight, I seem to see the scene of watching the moon as a child, a quiet hometown, a familiar land, and a feeling of homesickness, as if there were endless homesickness, and the bright moon hung in the night sky. Beauty is quietly blooming. ...

Rodin said: "It is not the lack of beauty in life, but the lack of a pair of eyes to find beauty." Why don't we slow down and be grateful for the fun of life, and the beauty between gestures has already quietly bloomed. ...

Beauty blooms quietly in the composition of 600 words in the senior high school entrance examination.

Time slips quietly through the rings of years, and big red and beautiful chrysanthemums burn in my heart like fire. It adds a unique style to the air full of piano sound.

The busy life in the fourth grade is always full of quizzes and real questions, and I occasionally look up. I seem to have forgotten my original dream in confusion. This year's Tri-independence Competition is about to begin. I am hesitant, afraid that I will miss my lessons because of practicing piano, and I am afraid that I will be laughed at and fail.

I got up to get some air on the balcony, opened the window, and the cold spring came on my face, which made me awake a lot. Hey! Isn't this a chrysanthemum tree? The flower I once carefully cared for and watered withered day by day, gave birth to insects and stopped blooming. I left it on the balcony in one breath. Now, its branches quietly escape the new branches in the spring sunshine, the green leaves spread out little by little, and several buds are shaking on the new branches. I was surprised to ask my mother: Why can this flower be revived? Mom smiled and replied: Spring has come, flowers have a chance to grow, and the balcony is well ventilated and daylighting, which is naturally more stressful than living in a greenhouse.

I suddenly stood there, yes! I always think that racing against time is the best way to succeed. It turns out that flowers don't need me to shelter from the wind and rain, but they need wind and sun to grow freely. Isn't that what I am now? I want to find my wasted youth, and I don't want to miss the stage of that dream again. When I touch the keys again, it feels like walking in the clouds, but it is firm and practical. Close your eyes slowly, integrate yourself with the piano, revel in your own world, and experience the magical power that every note brings me. In my heart, the heavy pressure of study and the fear of approaching the competition are both blowing in the wind. Because of the piano, my busy life rhythm has been adjusted, and my dream seems to be getting closer and closer.

The game is over, looking forward to the ideal result. But I know that the biggest gain is that I learned to face the sunny weather and grow freely. Suddenly thought of the chrysanthemum tree, suddenly looked at it. On the tallest branch, the fiery red flowers have quietly bloomed, dazzling beauty. In the oblique sunlight, it exudes golden light, slowly walks in, and finds many small flowers and bones in bud, just waiting for an instant to bloom quietly. Tears drop on the huge petals, swaying gently. It seems to have caught my suffering, bitterness, failure and success for more than ten years. Maybe at a certain moment, it blooms quietly, which makes me no longer timid, afraid and concealed.

The corners of my mouth rose slightly, looking at the chrysanthemums with green leaves and red flowers. Once again, the melodious piano sounded in the room, and the beauty quietly bloomed!