Hand-held composition 500 words

In our daily life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, we can vent our emotions and adjust our mood. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is a 500-word handwritten composition I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Hand in hand composition 500 words 1 I have many photo albums at home, and I am the protagonist in the photo album. Among all the photos, what impressed me the most were those holding hands with my mother.

The first time was when I was born. At that time, I was still sleeping, leaning against my mother, who held my right hand sideways, as if counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Mother's face is full of happy smiles. ...

The second photo shows me learning to walk. I am standing up from the bench with two braids on my head and drooling. My hand reaches out to my mother. My mother sat opposite me, one step away from me, and she smiled and held out her hand to me. ...

The third picture shows me going to kindergarten. I left home for the first time, went to a strange place and got along with many strange teachers and classmates. I cried and refused to go, holding my mother's hand and refusing to let go. ...

The fourth photo is my birthday photo, which was taken on my tenth birthday. My mother put on my birthday hair band and held my hand. Her eyes were full of expectation. ...

These photos record my mother's love for me. But my mother didn't know there was another photo, which was invisible, but deeply imprinted in my heart.

It was one day last year, when I was sewing my hand wound in the hospital, my mother gently held my hand. I accidentally smashed the glass on the door that day and lost a lot of blood. The doctor sewed a needle on my palm, and I saw my mother's eyes filled with tears. When the doctor sewed it up, he put his index finger into the wound and felt it. Mother exclaimed, "No, no! She will hurt! " Mom doesn't know, but I'm not afraid. I feel very safe when my mother holds my hand.

Thanks, Mom! I am very happy to have your hand in hand on the road of growth!

Hand in hand with 500 words for 2 hours, holding my mother's warm hand, I came to this beautiful world. In the new world, I learned to count the stars in the sky stumbling.

Learned that interesting nursery rhyme. Holding mom's hand, we got mom's instruction, got a little warmth, and held mom's warm hand. ...

When I grew up, I took the teacher's beloved hand and walked into the colorful campus. In this vibrant campus, I learned the minimum truth of being a man and learned to ride the wind and waves in the ocean of knowledge. Holding the teacher's hand, we know ourselves. ...

When I was lost, I took my friend's warm hand and walked into my real space.

We have learned to respect each other, care for each other and share weal and woe. Holding hands with friends, we get the greatest comfort and encouragement from friends and listen to the voices of our peers. ...

It is because I hold this big and small hand that our life is so colorful. It is because of holding hands that we let go. Some people like the feeling of happiness when holding hands, but they are afraid of the pain when letting go. I like holding hands, but I'm not afraid to let go.

Just because we let go of our mother's hand, we learned to fall, get up and take care of ourselves.

Just because I let go of the teacher's hand, we really grew up, learned to think independently, learned to be responsible for ourselves, and learned that the value of life lies in hard work and dedication.

Just because we let go of our friend's hand, we learned to dry our tears, enrich ourselves, have confidence in ourselves, face difficulties bravely, learn to be independent and learn to be strong.

I learned from it that when you sail in the storm, don't be afraid to let go, because after the storm, it is a beautiful rainbow; Don't be afraid to let go if you are mixed with a big stone, because climbing up will hone your perseverance.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly. Let's climb the peak, try the bitterness of failure, experience the joy of success and experience the ups and downs of life!

Hand in hand composition 500 words 3 Friendship is a seven-color flower on the picture scroll of life, with distinctive beauty and unique fragrance. Holding hands of friendship, we reap happiness, happiness, warmth and mutual understanding.

I remember the autumn of 2009, when I was in Grade Two. This is a crisp and fruitful season in autumn. I found the most sincere and pure friendship in that romantic season.

In that year, we in m-girls became attached to each other by an accidental opportunity. The same topic and the same answer made us know each other, and we changed from an ordinary stranger to the most important person in everyone's heart.

From that moment on, we were inseparable. We have a secret base, which is the grove behind the teaching building. At that time, it was still mud, and a few cement slabs in the middle were places where we shared secrets and told our worries.

I remember at that time, whenever there was no teacher or activity class, we would gather in that place, listening to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, watching the leaves flying in the air, and feeling the wonderful feeling of the breeze gently sliding across our faces. At that time, we will tell all the troubles, joys and pains of the day, cry and laugh together.

In that place, we loved, hated, cried and laughed ... many times. Maybe no one knows, only we know. That kind of happiness, that kind of happiness, that kind of sadness has been deeply engraved in our hearts and printed in our minds, which will never be forgotten.

Two years later, it was that place that they let me know: what is sincere friendship, and they let me experience the happiness of holding hands with friendship.

Although we have been to many places, I believe our hearts are still together! Even if the distance is far, the distance between heart and heart will never be far!

Friend, hand in hand friendship is a kind of happiness. When you find the most sincere friendship, it will become your most unforgettable memory and benefit you for life!

Remember: join hands in friendship and live a happy life.

Not everyone can put that kind of sadness on his face, and even if he doesn't, he won't be less sad.

For a long time, I was separated from my parents and I never wanted to talk to them. This is a punishment for them and a punishment for leaving me. I have been at my grandmother's house. They come to see me once a year. I hate them very much. Why did they all leave me? I tried to forget them, but every time in vain. At night, my thoughts overflow and I always hide under the covers and cry.

They took me to a big city during the summer vacation. After dinner, they said they would go out for a walk, and the room was stuffy. I followed him out without saying anything.

The scenery along the way is good, there is no coldness in the countryside at night, but a light, brighter than during the day, but we didn't speak.

A big palm suddenly grasped my little hand, and I was shocked. This warm hand is not as warm as the summer fever. This is the first time I feel warm. It was actually in summer. It was my father's hand.

There are many cocoons on that hand, which is very rough. What the hell are they doing here? Isn't it just opening a shop? Why is your hand like this? But I didn't dare to ask, and my hand didn't let go.

Mother said, "I'll take you to our place of work tomorrow."

The next morning, I pulled her up early, fought back my dissatisfaction and left with her. That shop is small and buried in this big city. A lot of goods, busy inside, receiving goods, ordering goods, moving goods. Their hands never stopped, and suddenly there was a kind of sadness in their hearts, which seemed wrong. I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

Whether I still have the temperature of my palm in my hand, I forgot, I have no feeling. But in the future, I will miss the feeling of holding hands. I will hold hands with them all my life and watch the sun set and rise.

Hand in hand composition 500 words 5 The rain outside is "rushing". The trees on both sides of the road used to be like giant trees, but now they are broken by the wind and rain. At this time, I am anxiously waiting for my mother to pick me up at school.

I remember when I was a child, my mother rushed into the classroom in a hurry. At this time, my mother seemed to be wet by a basin of water, as if she had just finished swimming and was covered with wet marks. I seem to see my mother stepping on one puddle after another on the road and running through one muddy road after another. My mother took my tender little hand. "Stay close, mom is protecting you!" ! Don't be afraid, baby. "At that time, my mother held out that thick finger, and I held my mother's hand with my tender little hand. At that time, my mother's hands were many times mine, but I worked so hard that my mother could not live without them anyway. Our hearts seem to be connected. My mother gave me an umbrella, but I was caught in the rain. In this way, my mother and I walked forward step by step with an umbrella. I looked at my mother's face in the rain. " It is raining! Stop dripping raindrops on your mother. "The rain seems to understand people's words, and it clears up slowly, and the sunset reveals a smiling face from the horizon. At this moment, time seems to be still, and the old and the young slowly disappear in the afterglow of the sunset. Looking back at the roadside, on the bus, in the shopping mall, at home ... My mother always cares about me and teaches me, and I have an unspeakable warmth in my heart.

Now I am almost as tall as my mother. Although I am not too shy to hold hands with my mother in the crowd in the street, I still can't help but touch the rough cocoon on my mother's hand, which hurts me very much. Now I am not only my mother holding my hand, I put my hand on the outside of my mother's hand, overlapping the city in a cross way. I realized that my mother has done too much for me, and I want to protect my mother from any harm. I want to repay my mother!

Although I held hands with my mother more than several times, what I miss most are these two times, because it made me understand that I have grown up! Need to protect mom! Thinking, an old man and a young man walked slowly hand in hand in the sunset. ...

Hand in hand composition 500 words 6 Is there a person in this world who can feel the warmth of home when you hold his hand?

The sun is scorching the earth, cicadas are chirping among the dense leaves, rushing out at a certain moment and rampaging, adding a restlessness to the sultry air.

Dad handed me the notebook, and his voice was old and helpless: "Dad can't understand your class, so he can only take notes for you." I looked at his hands cut by the knife marks of the years, and his palms were covered with calluses. Old skin is like a piece of wet paper, stuck in the wrong place. Sour as a torrent, flooded the atrium. I turned around and wiped away endless tears.

Pure white snow is a winter song, dancing calmly in the north wind, playing the prosperity of the whole winter.

Little I danced with the snowflake, grabbed it and threw it hard, and a mist rose, covering my father's majestic body. He walked through the snow and fog, grabbed my hand and rubbed it gently. Dad's hand is like a quilt, tightly wrapped around my little hand. Dad's hand is like a flame, and the warm feeling spreads along the palm. Holding his hand is like returning home.

Fallen leaves add a sad beauty to autumn. They sway in the air, just like butterflies, playing the autumn melody.

Dad took my hand and walked slowly home. I watched pieces of yellow leaves fall from the sky, just as I gradually sank into my heart. Along the way, the wind blew silently and the leaves fell silently. I let my father hold me and was silent. "After returning home, it's no big deal to apologize to mom and family." A warm current welled up in my heart. Dad's hand is a mountain. Holding his hand gave me courage.

Time keeps flowing, and dad's hand is getting older and older, but as long as he holds his hand, he goes home.

Hand in hand composition 500 words 7 harmonious maternal love is a continuous ballad, gently echoing in your ears; Harmonious maternal love is a greeting of understanding and care, which slowly echoes in your heart; Harmonious maternal love is a long shadow under the street lamp, holding your little hand step by step. ...

When I was a child, every time I went out with my mother, she would always hold my little hand. I walk in her palm, but I can't get out of the encirclement of maternal love, mom! You are the blue sky in your daughter's heart!

At that time, in my daughter's heart, my mother was the blue sky, and my mother's arms were my warmest and safest haven; Up to now, I am still silently moved by it.

Time flies, when my mother has crow's feet around her eyes and a few white hairs on her head, I have grown into a twelve-year-old girl.

However, the generation gap between the two generations has separated me from my mother very far. I don't know if I don't want to share maternal love with my brother and mother, or if you don't love me. But it turns out that I was wrong. Sometimes, I think she is nagging, annoying and even gambling with her. But every time after gambling with my mother, I look at her helpless eyes, and I feel really guilty and sad. Mom, where is my blue sky? I am confused, and the memory of holding hands slowly fades away and disappears into my mind.

Once, my mother and I went to the supermarket to buy things. Because I want to buy something, my mother refuses to buy it for me. Out of the supermarket, my mother and I were very angry and didn't look away. After a while, suddenly a big hand grabbed my little hand. I looked back and saw that it was going to cross the road. My mother took my hand. Memories of childhood come to mind. My heart was shocked. At that time, I was still holding my mother's hand and crossing the road like a little girl.

My mother's hand led me from a child to a teenager step by step, and the shadow of holding hands under the street lamp will accompany me all my life.

Hand-in-hand composition 500 words 8 will never forget, it is a friend who has been holding my hand until now, and you will comfort me when I cry; When I am helpless, you will help me; When I am confused, you will guide me. So I am eager to see you every day-my friend! I hope you can alleviate my sadness and loneliness and share my happiness and happiness. This is my friend, sharing weal and woe with me! Holding your hand, I am not alone. ...

Never forget that when you fall, your parents want you to learn to grow up, but your friends don't want you to get hurt. She is always the first to run to help you and ask you gently: Does it hurt? Then take your hand and say, I am not afraid, I am afraid!

Never forget that when you are confused and frustrated, a friend will bless you, because she is like a lamp, which will help you light up the road ahead, and darkness and bumps will disappear, because friendship is bright! This is a friend, hold your hand and say: OK, keep walking, I'll help you block the darkness!

Never forget that when you are successful, your friends will hold your hand and beat the back of your hand when you can't stand the excitement and get carried away. This is a friend, and I don't want to see you lose yourself and lose your way. You are like a lighthouse, and she is the lamp that always illuminates the most correct direction for you!

With your friends, I am no longer lonely. I think of a sentence my friend once said: Never give up in adversity, you must work hard and start all over again! Learn to love and give wholeheartedly, because you are pursuing the "purity" represented by the great Deng Man jia county!

My friend, I like your freshness and calmness, and I also like your restlessness and excitement! So, friend! Listen carefully: me! "Hold your hand with peace of mind, don't think about whether you should turn back."

Hand in hand composition 500 words 9 hand in hand, walk through the wind and rain together, water and sky are in sight; Walking out of the thorns together, the road ahead is covered with flowers; Walk to the top of the mountain together, with a cloud-like sky and mountains under your feet. Because you are holding hands, the journey can last and the beautiful scenery can be appreciated.

As night falls, the breeze blows, as if touching the crystal face of the stars. Rugged paths and bumpy ground tell countless stories. The distance is shrouded in darkness and I don't know where the end is. The wind is whistling in my ear, the ground is getting closer and closer, and my men consciously support my body. My thin clothes made me feel cold, pain welled up in my heart, and my eyes were full of tears. Suddenly a gentle voice came from my ear, like a spring breeze blowing through my heart, "Hold my hand." The moon showed a golden corner from the clouds. The bright moonlight shone through the darkness and lit up the road ahead, shining on two people holding hands. Warmth comes from the palm of your hand, and maternal love warms the night.

Time flies, that weak little boy has become a strong teenager. Rush out of the wings of the mother eagle, spread your wings and soar in the blue sky with friends, and join hands with friends to enjoy the beauty of success together.

Colorful spring, vibrant things intoxicating. The fiery red sun shines on the earth. In the morning after the rain, the air is fresh and humid, with a little floral fragrance. The fragrance is full of dew, and the towering peaks go straight into the sky. Sweating, flushed, the idea of giving up swirled in my mind. Looking at the friends who are still insisting ahead, I can't help but feel a little competitive, but my heart is strong and my strength is insufficient. "Take my hand and walk together." The friend who stopped in front extended his hand to me and also extended his right hand to another friend. On the quaint mountain road, I don't know when the weeds are overgrown, and the crisp birds are ringing in the quiet mountain forest. Friendship spread in the hands, and five teenagers charged at the top of the mountain, breaking their own limits.

Only when the stars shine can the sky be bright. Holding hands is the embodiment of love, the transmission of friendship and the expression of harmony.

When I came home from school, my mother suddenly said that she was a little dizzy and uncomfortable. I have to eat out and go to the drugstore. The result is low blood pressure and some anemia. The pharmacist urged his mother to go to bed early today. After hearing this sentence, I always have some fears and strange premonitions in my heart somehow. Will you suddenly faint? If I faint, will I know in time? What should I do if I fainted while sleeping? ……

After taking the medicine home, I decided to sleep with my mother today.

Put out the light in the room, picked up the pillow and slammed it into mother's bedroom.

"Ha, you 14 years old and have to sleep with your mother?" "Hey, one night, just one night."

Mother is not used to turning off all the lights when she sleeps, and always leaves a dim light. Lying in bed, I slowly turned to face my mother's back, stretched out my hand and hugged her waist, caressing her familiar and warm abdomen, so soft. I'm a little ashamed, too I'm afraid I had those little wrinkles when my mother gave birth to me. Suddenly, she said, I hold her like this, and she feels safe. Hearing this sentence, I can't help feeling a little proud. With that, my mother put her hand on mine and grabbed it. Her hands are a little cold. Alas, how long has it been since I held my mother's hand, warmed her, walked on the Huang Qishan and talked to her? I can't help sighing.

Instead, I grabbed her cold hand and warmed her with it. When I was a child, my mother took my hand and led me to the front. I don't know if I have this ability now, but one day I will hold my mother's hand and walk forward.

Holding her hand and smelling her fragrant hair, I gradually fell asleep.

Hand in hand writing 500 words 1 1 A while ago, my son's grades dropped a lot. The final exam is coming soon, and my husband and I take turns to help him with his homework. I let him do the test paper at noon every day and give it to his father for review at night. Seeing his careless mistakes, my father always growled at him like a red wolf. The child stood shivering, his hands protecting his head, guarding against flapping and debris that might fall at any time. I cried with fear. Don't cry, or I'll throw you into the street! The child stood there, like a sapling in a storm, trembling in the lightning. I don't open my face, my heart is twitching. I really want to hug and protect him. But I can't, because I seem to see something crystal rolling in my father's red eyes. I know this is love like a wolf. Since I am short, let him give it to me. Although that kind of love often hurts people, it can eventually make him grow up strongly. I think that I am also hurt and painful in that kind of love, and gradually become mature, rich, profound and powerful. This kind of life is also very good. Adult life is always so busy, running around, fighting for career, fighting for honor, and working hard for inexplicable things. How much time is left for the children? We always say that all this is for the future happiness of our children. Never think about what children really need at this time. I wanted to give him a colorful childhood, but it was often a marble that accompanied him all weekend. I want to cultivate him to have a good study habit, but I can't give him a good study environment. We owe our children so much.

It pains me to send him home at night and think that he can only lick himself like a wolf cub. Sent to the door, I hugged him and kissed his face: Son, no matter how your father treats you, he still loves you. You should remember that mom and dad will always love you the most in the world. The son nodded tearfully and went upstairs alone.

Hand in hand composition 500 words 12 Every photo is a silhouette of life, and every photo is a condensation of time. From entering the primary school gate to graduation now, we have left a moment of growth.

There is a special photo in my photo album. I held a little girl's hand and stayed in front of the new signature wall. This painting is beautiful.

At that time, I was in the fifth grade. As a cadre of the brigade, I had to attend the annual "freshman reception". I stood by the red carpet and saw a little girl who had just entered the first grade. I reached out and took her hand, but she seemed a little flattered. After I identified myself, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if her hanging heart had fallen back into her heart.

Her hand stretched out, and I looked at it carefully, pink and tender, red, like hibiscus out of water. I took her to the signature wall. She stretched out her tender hands, one hand holding the wall, and the other trembling to write down her name. She is writing, with waist-length hair and serious eyes. The sun seems to be curious, too, and the sky is a little brighter when it pokes its head out. A photographer quietly took this scene, and the picture was beautiful.

I can't help thinking that we were also walked in by the teacher holding hands. At that time, like elves, we were full of curiosity about the new teachers in the new campus, and we grew up hand in hand. When two warm hands of different sizes are held together, I can't help but think of and realize the years we have passed. When we inadvertently reach out and hold other people's hands, thinking of today, when others hold our hands, we will suddenly realize that we have grown up.

In the photo, we are growing up slowly. It is these frozen photos that have witnessed our growth step by step.

Hand-in-hand composition 500 words 13 "Anyone who holds hands will walk with you in the afterlife." This song is Hand in Hand, which was popular in China in 1990s. Unexpectedly, on the day of 65438+ 10, I heard Hand in Hand again.

65438+1October 20th is 13 parents' wedding anniversary. "Let's go to KTV to sing!" Father suggested. "Yes, Jiali likes singing, too." Mother agreed. On the bus, after half an hour of "devil training", I finally got rid of my father's "devil car". "I finally don't have to stink!" I'm glad to say it out loud. But parents are more concerned about singing.

When we arrived at KTV, there were many people inside and many cars outside. Our family finally squeezed into the crowd who booked the private room and also booked a good private room. I quickly got ahead of my parents and sat firmly in my seat. One thing is the new song "Girlfriend" by the rock queen Avril Ramona Lavigne. I saw that my parents were obviously disturbed by the rock wind. Looking at my parents' impatience, I invited my mother to order a song. Mother blurted out, "Hand in hand." While searching, I said to myself, "This song is hard to find because it is from the 1990s." "But you must find it!" Mother's tone was pleading. After listening to my mother, I made up my mind to find it. "I found it!" I exclaimed. My mother next to me has pressed the confirm button.

Seeing the headline of Hand in Hand, my mother couldn't wait to sing: "Because I love you, because I dreamed of your dream …" Then my father began to sing: "There is no greater storm than …" When the two sang: "Maybe holding hands, this life is not easy". There are several glittering and translucent things in their eyes. When they reached the climax again, they hugged each other tightly and their tears were crystal clear. Maybe they're excited, but that's just maybe.

Finally, I wish my parents love each other forever.

Hand in hand composition 500 words 14 I don't know when the atmosphere in the car actually changed from laughter to anxiety, and my mood changed accordingly.

This is the train from Dalian to Jinzhou, and I am on it. The bus has already left for Jinzhou, but there is still a long way to go. A cheer broke the depression in the car. "Here we are!"

Like a flock of swallows, we flew out of the car happily and anxiously to find our parents. At this point, it was already evening. A building not far away is lit with faint light sporadically, and only a few street lamps as dark as oil lamps emit very bright light. Suddenly, a familiar and kind voice came from behind. As the sound disappeared, a warm but rough hand rested on my shoulder. "Baby, I'm here, behind you." I turned my head and my mother looked at me from behind. I rushed over and grabbed one of my mother's fingers, but at that moment, I felt my mother's hands were rough. My mother was just thirty-five at that time.

I secretly chose another way to hold hands and let my mother's palm face up. I was shocked: my mother's hands were not thin, but they were covered with cocoons, knife wounds and blood stains. Maybe only our family knows that cocoons are often ground by my mother with a kitchen knife; When cutting vegetables, the incision will sometimes be accidentally cut; Blood stains are left when bleeding after cutting. That hand-holding was a significant hand-holding, and I will always remember this hand-holding.

Maybe a mother who can't lie will never know. I know one of her secrets.

Now, my mother holds my hand, and in the future, I will hold my mother's hand and never part.

Since I was born, I have been looking for happiness, but happiness, like a naughty child, always likes to hide and seek with me: when I look up, happiness runs below; I looked down and he hid again; When I kept looking to the left, it slipped to the right. Happiness is like a kite without thread. I can't catch him, but I always pass him by. Until one day, I suddenly found that happiness was always by my side, holding my hand.

Maybe we all have the same thing, maybe I don't have as much as you, but why is my eyes always full of happiness, while your face is full of anxiety and disappointment? That's because in the face of the same thing, you chose pessimism and I chose optimism. Cut the apple at a different angle, and you will find the little stars hidden inside. Think from another angle, and you will reach the other side of happiness and hold hands with happiness.

The king defines happiness as freedom, farmers as wealth, the poor as property and the rich as happiness. It turns out that in the eyes of the world, what is not available is the most precious, and what is not is happiness! People! Busy for decades, if you just work hard for these things that are not destined to belong to your life, then your life will be too tired. An old woman wrote a will when she knew that her time was running out: "Don't pity me, never pity me, I will never work again, never, never." I'm just happy lying in the sun. "It turns out that happiness is really simple!

Happiness, he is the most loyal, will always follow me and will not suddenly die on my life path; Happiness, he is the most shy. Only when I am sure that I will not leave forever, will he gently hold my hand and tell me that he is the same.

Happiness lies in having a pair of eyes to find happiness.

From another angle, I found my happiness. She is here, waiting for me to hold hands with him. Your happiness is waiting for your fingers to shake hands!