500-word composition in primary school.

In study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which can bring our scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are seven 500-word compositions carefully arranged by me for primary school students. Welcome to share.

In late autumn, there are two obvious signs, one is a bumper harvest and the other is fallen leaves. I often look at the hundred-year-old maple tree in front of the door at dusk in late autumn.

No, that day, as usual, I sat by the window and looked at the old maple tree, bored. Only then did I discover how wonderful and happy the process of defoliation is.

Looking up, the maple leaves of the old maple tree are as red as fire; Very bright red; As red as paint, it looks so cute and dazzling.

Miss Qiu came here to play, leaving a comfortable and pleasant wind. It happened to brush the treetops of old maple trees, leaving behind a few fiery red maple leaves and flying to the other side of joy.

Where's the maple leaf? Where did they go to play?

I stared at a tiny maple leaf that was extremely red. It floated down lightly and slowly. Facing the old maple tree that gave birth to it, it gently said "thank you" with gratitude and then turned to the embrace of the earth.

As it happens, its friend came and prepared to use it to moisten the old maple tree.

Miss Qiu smiled and yawned. Maple leaves have a kind of intellectual man fit spinning in the air, dancing happily and dancing with the rushing wind.

Maple leaves floated to the trunk. At this time, Miss Qiu got angry for some reason. She exhaled a long breath in disgust. Affected by this wind, maple leaves float to fertilizer processing plants, which can make them happy and become more useful fertilizers. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?

Teacher Qiu came back and sent the little maple leaf back to the arms of the old maple tree. Maple leaves are floating happily in the autumn wind. They are dancing rhythmically and quietly like professional dancers.

At this time, Maple Leaf has a new partner. They are maple leaves at the top of old maple trees. For them, the old maple tree is a beautiful world, a branch is a country, and the small maple leaf is only a part of it. Meeting a partner is like meeting a compatriot, and it will be very happy. Maybe we will get together for dinner, talk about family, get together and play together.

Look! They are competing. The biggest maple leaf jumps in the air and spins down to the ground. Not to be outdone, the smallest maple leaf jumped back to the ground vertically. ...

It's getting late and leaves are falling from time to time. They are so happy. Perhaps "falling leaves to their roots" is really a kind of enjoyment, perhaps very happy, perhaps very boring, perhaps very happy. ...

Ah, how beautiful!

Today is Sunday, and my mother likes to sleep in every Sunday. In the morning, I get up quietly and tidy my room quietly. After washing, I went to my mother's bed and gently woke her up: "Mom, I am cooking today." Hearing this, my mother hurried to do it. While dressing, she said, "Then I have to watch you do it."

Breakfast is very simple, that is, cooking instant noodles and lying eggs. It's in line with my mother's suggestion, but it's more troublesome when eating. Those noodles are really disobedient and can't be served. Outside the pots and bowls, there are all noodles.

After breakfast, I began to wash dishes, sweep the floor and clean my mother's room. These tasks are not difficult for me. My mother often asks me to do it, but I do it slowly. My mother asked me how I felt, and I said "tired". I sat down to rest and read a book. I feel that after a while, my mother shouted, "It's time to make lunch." I grinned, but I couldn't help it.

What's for lunch? Come on, make a hot and sour soup and heat a steamed bread. Mom cooks like this when she is tired from work. It's much simpler. Oh, it is not easy to do. The oil in the pot is smoking, and the vegetables haven't been cut yet. If my mother didn't take the lead, I would have to cook by myself. Alas, it's not easy. At least I have cooked, eaten steamed bread, drunk pickles soup and eaten.

This is not an easy day. I'm so tired that I can't even watch TV. I was worried about dinner when the doorbell rang. Great, the pie fell from the sky, and grandma's steamed buns were given by my cousin. "Mom, the steamed stuffed bun is still hot," I said excitedly.

God, a tired Sunday has finally arrived. My mother does this every day. I can't imagine how she got through it. I asked my mother, "Mom, are you tired of doing these jobs every day?" My mother smiled and said "not tired". My mother said she was not tired. Actually, I touched my mother's hand and looked at her face. I know my mother is tired.

I had a happy semester, followed by the children's favorite New Year. I plan to go back to Jiangxi for the Spring Festival this year and meet my relatives.

After a day's journey, I am a little tired, but the thought that I will return to Jiangxi, which I haven't seen for several years, makes me refreshed. After getting off the crowded train, I shouted happily, "Long time no see, my hometown!" " "I went to my aunt's house with my mother.

In a blink of an eye, it's New Year's Eve, and our whole family, Qi Xin, works together: my mother and I are responsible for buying new year's goods; My sister and aunt buy ingredients and clean them; Brother, brother-in-law and uncle are responsible for cleaning the house. How happy we are to chat when we are busy! You see, Jiaxing's little brother can also pull the sofa blanket, as if he also contributed! In a short time, the room was clean and tidy, and under the careful dressing of my mother, the room was brand-new and beautiful! My aunt and sister also prepared hot pot ingredients, put them on the table one by one, bought delicious drinks and poured a pot of sweet rice wine, which made this long and wide table look not empty at all, but more like a harmonious and happy family getting together for a reunion dinner!

It finally arrived at six o'clock in the evening. We all sat around the spacious dining table, tasting the dazzling array of dishes in front of us, drinking sweet drinks and rice wine, and eating and drinking. After dinner, Xiao Jiaxing sang "Happy New Year" again, which made us laugh.

The Spring Festival Gala has begun. We ate melon seeds and peanuts, tasted fruits and stared at the Spring Festival Evening: the music "Qin Zheng Heming" combining Chinese and Western music was fascinating; Brothers and sisters in Deng Minghe and Deng Minglu use their nursery rhymes to remind people of their childhood. Celine dion's live solo "My heart is eternal" makes people see the romantic scene of Titanic again; I'm proud that it was lively led by Sun Tao, Amanda and Wang Xihua ... Whether it was intoxicating songs, admirable dances, touching photo albums or hilarious sketches, I feasted my eyes.

After watching all the wonderful programs, the New Year bell will ring again in a blink of an eye. We sat in front of the TV, waiting for the New Year and praying for the New Year-"1,2, 3!" "hey!" "hey!" At this time, indoor exultation, outdoor excitement, carrying our dreams, expectations, blessings and longings of beautiful fireworks "whew, whew" to the sky, I know, we have started a new year, dreams are urging us to set sail. ...

My summer vacation life is happy and unforgettable, and every day is full and full of fun. What I remember most is taking photos with my sister in costume!

The weather that day was like my mood. This is evident in Wan Li. Although the weather is very hot, there is a cool breeze blowing in my face. My mother took my sister and me to a photo studio on Cultural Palace Road. My mother wants the photos of my ninth birthday to be different and special from previous years. She decided to let me take a group of photos of ancient costumes. We followed the makeup artist to the styling room. Wow! There are so many modeling drawings! There are dignified princesses, sweet and gentle ladies, and mighty chivalrous women-I am dazzled. My mother helped me choose a pink princess dress with a poetic name, called "Flower". As soon as the costume came down, the makeup artist showed his talent. God, it took nearly two hours just to make up, comb my hair and dress up, and the ornaments at one end sparkled. Putting clothes on your body and dragging a long skirt on the ground is like traveling through ancient times and feeling like a lady in a big house.

I started to enter the photo studio, and the photographer taught me to pose a lot: some played the guzheng, some held a fan, and some held a jade rabbit-I was very excited and cooperated. The scenery on the background wall seems to be alive: young trees have grown bright flowers again, deer are playing with other animals-only listening to the crackling sound-vivid and eternal images still exist. At this time, my mother asked me to take a photo with my sister in her costume, and my sister also put on her costume and wig hat, looking ridiculous! I bent over with laughter and my stomach ached with laughter. My sister is so cooperative that even the staff standing by praised her big round eyes and small cherry mouth, which is classical beauty. The first photo is of me kissing her. She snuggled up to me and smiled so sweetly! There is also a picture of me sitting in the front, my sister holding my shoulder in the back and sticking out her tongue! Grandma said she would enlarge our precious photo and hang it on the wall. I like my sister who brings me joy from the bottom of my heart, yes! When will sisterhood continue to give up?

The experience of this costume shooting is like a shining shell forever in my memory and treasured in my heart, adding a touch of beautiful color to my summer vacation life!

The brave are invincible, I believe everyone has their own courage. Of course, I am no exception.

I remember that it was a summer vacation of my fourth grade in primary school, which made me unforgettable and made me proud of myself. Back to my hometown in the country, I finally met my friends-Zhang Peng and Zhao Chunyu. They haven't played together for a long time. So I was very excited as soon as I saw them, sharing interesting things that happened in their respective schools and discussing where to play. As soon as the chatterbox opened, I began to chatter. Someone suggested: let's catch fish in the rice fields together! Ha ha ha ... one vote. We discussed going home and preparing our own "equipment" first, and then gathering at my house to "March" into the rice fields and pounce on the lovely little fish.

I have cheered in my heart: Fish, here we come!

When I came to the rice field, I occasionally saw fish floating their heads, as if to say to us, "Come and catch me!" " The rice bent down in the wind, as if to say to us, "Welcome! Welcome! " Toad has been plopping into the water, as if to say, "Here comes the little devil, come out quickly!" " The three of us smiled at each other, took off our shoes and socks neatly, jumped into the rice field, and the fish catching competition began! Just as we were having fun, we suddenly heard "Ah! Snake "turned out to be Zhang Peng accidentally bitten by a snake. At that time, Zhao Chun and I were both blind. What can we do? The plot on TV flashed through my mind. I was bitten by a snake, and I want to suck out the poisonous blood at once. So I got up the courage to help Zhang Peng take drugs. At that time, Zhang Peng screamed in pain.

Afterwards, I learned that it was just a small water snake. It is not poisonous at all, and it is not as serious as we thought. It's funny to think about it now. Adults say I'm brave and fearless.

Since that incident, I have really become a lot braver. I firmly believe that I am a brave person.

I want to be a tree and live in Shan Ye. Take the grass's hand and protect the earth together.

Because of the lack of vegetation protection, the mountains are no longer green, the water is no longer clear, and the soil is no longer fragrant. When did the Yellow River, our great mother river and the cradle of 1.3 billion Chinese children, become like this? Who gave you this sentence: a bowl of yellow river water, half a bowl of sand? Will the Yangtze River, the largest river in China, become the second Yellow River? (Looking at comics) After decades, will you also put away the beauty of the past, leaving only a faint yellow?

Hometown, the river. Once upon a time, on the river bank, where the footsteps of spring passed, there were prosperous and lush grass everywhere; And in the jungle over there, there is also a high-pitched song of birds loyal to the season. Now, the river has dried up, and only yellow sand is piled on it. Under the gloomy sky, I can no longer see the thick green and hear the sweet songs in the forest.

The dark yellow mountain in the distance has taken off its dark green clothes. She lost her beautiful years, leaving only old and haggard. She used to be a strong person and experienced many vicissitudes. However, under people's crazy destruction and plunder, she lost countless leaves, leaving only roots deeply rooted in the soil. When the heavy thunder sounded in the horizon, the small village at the foot of the mountain lost its laughter and vitality with the roar of the storm. Because it will face a cruel situation. After the storm, the small village was washed away by the rolling flood water, leaving only a desolate place.

Because people blindly pursue economic benefits and destroy vegetation sharply, soil erosion is like a ruthless sickle, creating a "miracle" between heaven and earth. It splits boulders into dust, carves big trees into dead trees, turns gardens into deserts and corrodes our villages into desolate ruins. The beauty of the past disappeared without a trace under his thick fog and sand. I really want to become a tree, pull up the grass's hand and fight the ruthless soil erosion. Let our mountains evergreen, water evergreen, and make our hometown more beautiful.

I want to climb up step by step, hold the night at the highest point and fly forward, so that the wind can dry the tears flowing through. One day I will have my own day, one day I will have my own day. This is the lyrics of Jay Chou's Snail.

Yes, only by perseverance can we have our own day.

"MengMeng, have you finished your homework? I have to play the piano! " Mom said. I said impatiently, "Oh, right away." I thought to myself: it's really annoying to practice the piano every day. "all right! I finished my homework! Go and play the piano! " Time is ticking away. "Dingdong, dingdong, dingdong!" Mom, it's nine o'clock. Can I stop playing? Play more today and have an electronic piano class tomorrow. I faced these notes and continued to play helplessly.

"ahhh!" I sneezed firmly. Look, I told you to put on more clothes, but you didn't listen. You have a cold. How to have classes tomorrow? I can't think of a better way so that I don't have to face the disgusting notes and annoying music scores of businessmen. I would rather have a fever than go to class.

What a crow! I really have a fever. I am very happy and bored. "Come and take medicine!" Mom said. Faced with the bitter fruit, I think: as long as I don't play the piano, I drink medicinal liquor, take medicine and swallow the pills in one gulp.

"Finally!" I said excitedly. But ... I want to play the piano again.

"Mom, I can't play the piano!" I said firmly. "Don't play the piano? Did I hear you right? " I said firmly again. "This is what you want to play, it is you who don't play!" "I just think it's elegant for people to visit relatives, so …" I said, "Who knew it was so difficult to play the piano?" "That's what you said." Mom said seriously.

Since then, my piano career has ended. But now I regret it very much. If I drag my heavy shell as persistently as the little snail in the song Snail, maybe I have passed Grade 7.

Only by perseverance can we have our own day! There is no regret medicine in the world. I will take it as a warning and stick to it in the future.