This story can make you understand the truth.

1. I understand the urgent need for a 600-word composition.

Childhood is colorful and childlike. In that personal experience, I really understood a truth. ...

It was a hot summer, and I came home after playing badminton at school, sweating profusely. I want to find a cup of cold water to drink. Unexpectedly, the water boiled and it was very hot. I thought: if you drink this water, it will get hotter and hotter just like taking it out of the pot. No, we must find a way. My eyes "bone" a turn, there! I filled a glass with water and put it on the top of the refrigerator-frozen.

While looking at the refrigerator, I thought that my mother would praise me when she came back, that I was a clever child, and then she would reward me with ice cream!

Just thinking about it, I heard a bang and the glass broke!

I sat on the ground with a "wow" and began to cry, thinking about how to explain to my mother. That magical energy just now has completely disappeared. ...

Click! My mother is back. When I saw myself looking into the refrigerator with tears on my face, I already knew half of it. My mother quickly helped me up. I cried and asked my mother, "Mom, why do I put hot water in the glass and put it in the refrigerator, and the glass will break?" When my mother saw me like this, she smiled and said to me, "Haha, don't you understand the truth of' expansion with heat and contraction with cold'? This is the application of the principle of' thermal expansion and cold contraction'. Think about it, the water in the cup is hot and cold, and it comes out of the refrigerator. When it is hot and cold, the glass will naturally break! "

Through this personal experience, I understand the truth of "heat expands and cold contracts", and I won't make this mistake again in the future!

2. What do I know from a 600-word composition?

I learned a truth from what.

There was nothing to do at home yesterday, so I ran to the bookcase and told a story about a celebrity's childhood. I ran to the bedroom with a book, turned over a few pages and saw a story of Washington's childhood:

One day, Washington's father bought a small axe at home and went out with the lumberjack. Washington often goes out with his father to cut down trees. When he saw his father cut a big tree with an axe, a big tree fell down. Washington also wanted to cut down trees like his father, but he never had a chance. Now, there is not only an axe at home, but also my father is not at home, so Washington ran into the yard with a small axe bought by his father. Then he began to look for the target-the cut down tree. After a long time, Washington went to the only little cherry tree that Dad liked best and said to himself, "That's you." But the little cherry tree straightened up, as if to say, "Cut it! I am not afraid of you. " This aroused Washington's fighting spirit, and Washington used all his strength to cut down the waist of the little cherry tree with a small axe. There was only a bang, and the little cherry tree fell down. "Hum, let's see who is better." Washington said proudly.

In the evening, Washington's father came back. On entering the door, he found that his only favorite cherry tree had been cut down. He shouted to the people in the room, "Who cut down the cherry tree?" When Washington heard this, he realized that he had done something wrong. He walked out of the house slowly and said to his father, "Dad, I cut down the cherry tree. Can you forgive me? " Dad suddenly changed his face. "Good boy, it is right to admit your mistake. Dad forgives you. "

After reading this story, think about how many lies you told for fear of being scolded by your father. After reading this story, I decided not to lie any more.

At the same time, I also learned a truth: honesty is priceless.

3. Third-grade composition, combining narrative and meaning, with a story of 600 words.

Everyone's growth process must be colorful. The world is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, just like dyeing different colors on paper, such as yellow, pink, gray and black. If your growth color is white, then your growth has no taste and nothing particularly important. What have I learned from growing up? What color will the paper be when I grow up? Please come with me and have a look!

One day, in the music class, something happened that made me sad.

In that class, my colleague deliberately messed me up. His head was placed on me like sleeping, but I had to listen carefully, so I kept withdrawing my hand. This scene was seen by Miss Li, who criticized me and said I couldn't get an "A". I can't help feeling angry. : Why did my colleagues make a mistake? Why did Miss Li criticize me? What did I do wrong? Why didn't the teacher criticize him? Unfair, protest! Protest! Firmly protest!

Ding is over. I couldn't help crying after the teacher left. Tears fell like a string of broken pearls and many people comforted me.

Teacher Zhang from the next class learned what happened, dragged me to the office and said meaningfully, "Jiang Yue, you should learn to be strong!" " ! If you just cry for such a trivial matter, it is definitely not worth it. According to you, how many times will you be angry in your life! "

On the way back to the classroom, I remembered that I used to be like this. My uncle warned me again and again that I must be a strong person, but I always lost my golden beans at critical moments. I will be a strong person in the future, but I will also firmly remember what Teacher Zhang and my uncle said.

There are sad things, happy things and annoying things in my growing experience ... my paper is in color.

Write a 600-word composition on a trivial matter.

A few years later, Linlin has been shining. In a blink of an eye, I have reached the sixth grade, and memory has become the best treasure. But that thing is fresh in my memory, and it is that thing that makes me understand and make sense. I remember it was when I was in the fifth grade. Once I got 70 points in a test at school. Hearing this news, my heart suddenly cooled, thinking: finished, I will definitely be scolded when I go home. I walked home silently. When I opened the door, I saw my mother squint and say to me, "Son, you are back." I nodded, rushed into the room, opened my schoolbag and took out my paper in a panic. Looking at the score above, I froze and thought, what should I do? My mother will definitely criticize me for doing so badly in the exam. How about ... changing the score? No, why would I think that? No, you can't change the score. Soon, I convinced myself, picked up a red pen and gestured on the paper, trying to change seventy to ninety. No, you can never change the score. It is unreasonable to do so. I nodded my head. Yes, you can never change the score. At this moment. I have a strong ideological struggle. Suddenly, I threw away the red pen and thought, Yes, that's it. That makes sense. I got up the courage to go out of the room and walked slowly to my mother. At this time, I grabbed the corners of my clothes and rubbed them around, shaking my legs like chaff. I said to my mother, "Mom … I … didn't do well in the exam today." The sound is the same as that of a sheep. Mother said sternly, "huh?" How many points did you get? "I said," I wanted to change my point of view, but later I chose honesty. That's the truth. "What my mother said surprised me. I can't remember exactly what it is. I only remember that my mother showed that kind smile again, like the bright sunshine in spring. My mother also praised me for my honesty. Through this time, I know it makes sense, which makes me grasp honesty and make me honest.

5. What have I learned by writing one thing? Write 600 words.

People often say, "Where there is a will, there is a way". But there is one thing I have tried many times and failed. At that time, I hardly believed this sentence, but my father was right, so I had to be right!

It happened in the winter vacation of the sixth grade primary school. It's noon on the first day of winter vacation. I was rummaging through my schoolbag and found the paper for the art drawing exam. I looked at my painting, which was marked "70 points". I just remembered that I was not happy at that time. Others scored higher than me. At that time, when others saw that my score was only "70", he boasted, "I will learn to draw well in winter vacation, and I will draw better than you." Just then, the teacher heard it. The teacher said, "Well, when you come back from the winter vacation, show me your paintings and see if there is any progress." .

As a result, during the winter vacation, I practiced painting every day, but it didn't look good. Finally, I threw the painting aside angrily. My father picked up my painting and said to me, "Although you don't draw well, you will draw well one day as long as you practice hard and improve each stroke slowly." After listening to my father's words, I took out another piece of paper and began to draw. Don't worry. " After listening, I drew slowly. This time, I'm not worried anymore. I draw one by one. I finally drew better this time. I draw better every time.

From this incident, I understand a truth: no matter what you do, you must take the first step, just like painting, slowly draw the first stroke, and then draw the second and third strokes, so as to do everything well. From this painting, I believe that there is nothing difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it.

6. What have I learned by writing one thing? Write 600 words.

When I was a child, I often thought, if only I had a skill!

Once, my mother bought me an electronic piano. I am very happy. I watched it again and again, touched it again and again, just like giving birth to a child, and kept urging my mother to let me learn the electronic piano. Mom agreed, but the trouble came, because I had to know a lot of notes, and sometimes I couldn't remember them clearly, so I was very angry. Finally, with the help of my mother, I finally got through the difficulty of recognizing notes. What's the use of breakthrough? The hard part is yet to come! Is to put your hands straight. This finger can't bend, but when it bounces, my hand naturally bends again and can't be changed. I feel very uneasy in my heart. I don't think I have the talent to play the electronic organ, so I began to hate it and have no interest in it.

Before long, I was fascinated by writing again, but I should be calm and single-minded when writing. I liked to play at that time, but I hated it after writing for a few days. As a result, I learned nothing. Mother shook her head and said disappointedly, "Young people will be sad if they don't work hard." . You, everything is anticlimactic. If you can't learn well, you want to learn. You don't have the upward spirit of the tortoise race at all, but you are like a Chinese Pulsatilla with a pile of white hair on your head and a monkey with nothing. "

I can't sleep over and over at night, thinking about my mother's words, falling asleep slowly and having a terrible dream. I dreamed that an old man with a white beard took me to the sky and whispered to me, "You do things without a head or tail, just like a Chinese Pulsatilla. Simply put, join our family. " I panicked and tried to run, but it was too late. I became a Chinese Pulsatilla. In the morning, I flapped my wings and flew to the roof of my house. Seeing my mother washing dishes in the kitchen, I cried happily, "Jojo, Jojo, Jojo ..."

"Mom, it's me ..." She looked around and finally found me, picked up the broom and drove me away. I kept saying, "This Chinese Pulsatilla is really annoying! I hate it! " So I ran to school, and my teachers and classmates didn't look at me. I was so sad that I shed tears. When I woke up, I found myself dreaming, thinking about the story of the Chinese Pulsatilla and the monkey awarding prizes to corn, and I was ashamed. Later, I admitted my mistake to my parents and decided to learn the electronic piano well. Since then, I have practiced playing seriously every day, and the sound of the piano is beautiful.

Through this incident, I understand a truth: no matter what you do, if you want to succeed, you have to be down-to-earth and go forward bravely, and you can't give up halfway. Otherwise, nothing will be achieved.

There are many unforgettable things in life, the most unforgettable thing is one that happened when I was twelve years old. It is like a boat that can't get rid of the rope in my mind, staying on the shore forever.

At that time, I was in grade five, and I was fascinated by computer games. Play twice a week for an hour on weekends, which is my agreement with my mother. I've never broken the rules. However, one Friday when I came home from school, I secretly turned on the computer while my mother was away. I sat in front of the computer, feeling uneasy. I look at my watch from time to time in case my mother comes back and finds out. I thought my mother would come back, so I quickly turned off the computer and did my homework. Although I am sitting at my desk, I am still nervous.

Soon, my mother came back and asked me if I was playing computer. I was shocked and thought, "How could she know!" "Although I said no, but my face is red. My mother looked at me quietly, and I thought, "That's it, now I'm going to get a K". I'm so scared. But unexpectedly, my mother kindly said to me, "Mom won't hit you or scold you today. If you want to understand a truth and realize your mistakes, you should take the initiative to apologize and correct them in time, and let you know how important a person's integrity is. "After listening to my mother, I was ashamed and immediately admitted my mistake.

It's been a long time, but I've always kept it in mind. Because through this, I understand: the truth of error correction.

7. A 600-word composition telling the truth learned in the process of growing up.

I have grown up. The footprints behind him also increased. Deep and shallow, crooked, every footprint is like a silent camera to retain my childhood memories. But today I'm going to set foot on another footprint, so that it represents that I have really grown up.

Today, it is another Saturday. As soon as I got home, I found the door locked and there was no sound inside. My happy mood suddenly disappeared. I pouted and opened the door. I was about to go in when I heard heavy footsteps behind me. When I looked back, it turned out to be my mother, struggling to walk back with a load of grass. I was stunned. When my mother saw that I was back, she smiled apologetically and said, "You're back? I haven't cooked yet. " I thought of what she said, maybe because ... well, it's all my fault. I was so inconsiderate before. How can I blame my mother for cooking late ... Thinking of this, I said, "That's better. I can try my own cooking today." Say that finish, I cart into the house, ready to cook. I have been paying attention to my mother's expression, and I clearly saw her smile, so knowing and so brilliant.

It took me a long time to cook the meal. I put the rice on the table and went out to call my mother for dinner. She couldn't ask me downstairs for dinner several times before. Today, I invited her to dinner. Thinking of this, my heart is sour and my eyes are blurred. My mother and I sat opposite each other for dinner, and neither of us spoke. I thought about how my attitude towards my mother was so bad and how I was so ignorant. Today, I realized how hard my mother worked. She works hard and never complains. She always smiles and answers my complaints. Whether I am right or wrong, she will try her best to be satisfied. ...

I have grown up and can be considerate of others!

8. Eight-grade 600-word composition "I understand a truth from this matter"

That was a year ago, but I still remember it. Because of this, I understand a truth-learning. It's hot in summer, but it's cool at night. I went to my hometown Xinjiang, my grandfather's rural hometown to play. That night, my father and I chatted in the garden.

It's cool there I looked at the blue sky and sat there quietly, enjoying the invisible starry sky in big cities. My heart is full of joy.

"Son, you compare with me!" Dad said. "than what?" I asked. "From now on." Dad added, "Why don't you and I start counting how many stars there are in the sky?"? Whoever wins will be idle, and whoever loses will sweep the yard? " "Of course, I'm afraid you won't succeed?" I agreed without thinking.

I am secretly proud: what are you, you are so old, and you still have a good memory. How strange! After I get all the answers correctly, you can sweep the floor slowly, so you can sweat! Thought of here, I smiled. Soon, the competition between our father and son began. I leaned back in my chair and counted: "One, two, three, four, five ... 888, 889, 890 ..." "There are still ten minutes." Grandpa shouted, it doesn't matter for ten minutes, but it's broken if you shout like this! It seems that all the previous figures have been deleted, and I feel so guilty. In desperation, I had to count from the beginning. At this time, I sat under the white clouds in the sky, as if I were standing in a storm. When I counted over 800, the sound of "stop" disturbed my thoughts again and again.

I glanced at my father and saw him sitting in a rocking chair with a fan in his hand and a straw hat on his stomach. He slowly fanned the fan and closed his eyes as if he were going to fall asleep. He seems to be putting pressure on me on purpose. But I think he has always been like this. Is it because he is only pretending, but he can't count himself? If so, I have a good chance of winning.

"Count off, quick!" Grandpa shouted again, I was so anxious that I ran around like a cat on hot bricks. I really couldn't figure out a way, so I had to bite the bullet and report two thousand. Dad smiled, took out a thick book from the room and opened it for me. "I don't know if I don't know, it's really shocking!" "It turns out that the universe has" 200 billion "stars!

From then on, I understood another truth, in the words of grandma Bing Xin:

"Study hard, read more, study hard."

I will never forget it, because it made me know and fell in love with reading.

9. A 600-word composition about what a habit has made you understand.

When I was reading today, I saw the idioms used in the article, which reminded me of a special thing that happened last year.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and I was reading the newspaper. Draw good sentences and articles when you see them, and then pick out the newspapers. After a while, my classmate came to see me, I chatted with her for a while, and then continued reading. At this moment, my mother came over and picked up the newspaper I picked and read it. Looking at it, she pointed to the article in the newspaper and said to me, "Look at how well the article is written. You will learn it later." Look at this idiom, have you used it in your composition? " It means something like this ... "I can't help it. She is really a nag. I can only keep nodding my head to answer, and then reluctantly write down what she said.

The next day, that classmate said to me, "I used the idiom your mother taught you yesterday in my diary and added a star!" " "Of course I feel uneasy about this. But I think: everyone else has used the idiom my mother taught me, but I haven't learned it yet, which only shows that I didn't listen carefully and didn't take it seriously at all. I blush when I think about it.

Although this is just an ordinary trivial matter in ordinary life, it makes me understand: one thing or one thing, you must listen carefully and do it seriously, and treat it as a very important thing, so that you can deeply understand it, but it is not enough to understand it, but it should be used in real life to make it play its greatest value!