The most beautiful composition, 6O0 words.

The most beautiful composition begins with the word 6O0: my family's story is like a small wave in the sea, countless; The story of my family is like a shining star in the starry sky, which makes me unforgettable. There is such a story that I still can't forget. Outcome: No matter how gentle the waves are, there will always be ups and downs; No matter how bright the stars are, there will always be dark moments. One story after another makes people happy and sad. It can be said that "some people are happy and some people are worried." Conclusion: My family and my story are always touching. Parents are the creators of stories, and we are all just passers-by, so we should cherish them. Please adopt

The most beautiful look The most beautiful look of a 600-word composition.

When she was young, he took her through dusk and scattered memories.

When she grew up, she threw away his hand and began to treat him coldly.

Mature, she laughed at him for being so stuffy, and his eyes got wet as soon as he turned around.

In fact, she always understood; In fact, she always understood. However, the stubbornness of temper and the arrogance in the bones failed to make her say it.

She returned to the place where she used to hold hands together, and the residual temperature of the air seemed to be filled with the beauty of that time. A father and daughter walked hand in hand in front of her eyes, as if she had seen him cautious when he was young. She didn't cry.

When she came home and turned on the computer, she suddenly saw a short film. The content of the plot is not so gorgeous, but it is simple and wants to make people cry. But she didn't cry.

Out of the door, ready to read. He came in and whispered-hungry! I went to cook and looked up to see him busy in the room. She's-crying! But wiping tears is still stubborn.

After supper, he suggested going for a walk outside. She looked at the light in his eyes and nodded. Walking to a familiar place, father and daughter walked past him hand in hand. He was envious, but he was afraid to hold her hand.

But-my hand suddenly shook. She turned around and took his hand, but her face was still cold. She smiled gently. Keep going.

"Kaka", she looked at it with him, stayed, and "Kaka" again. A man smiled and said, this is the most touching picture and the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen. Give her the photo and let her keep it. She pretended not to care, put away the photos and carried him forward.

When he got home, he began to get busy again. She went back to her room and looked at the photos, her eyes a little moist. It seems to understand something again. Get out of the room.

He was watching TV when I walked beside him, but he turned his voice to mute for fear of affecting her. But my eyes are not very good, so I can only look forward. There are strands of white hair on his head.

She suddenly wanted to cry and hugged him from behind. He looked at her with some surprise after a long silence. She looked at him and said the words that had been silent for a long time-Dad, I love you!

He cried, his white hair was more dazzling, but he smiled and said, I know, hehe!

She looked at him and smiled. What a beautiful smile!

She looked at the photo in her hand and smiled!

She said-this is the best photo I have ever taken, and this is also the most beautiful scene in my heart, my favorite person, the most beautiful one!

Love is an ever-changing event. How can I love if I don't know the meaning of loving and being loved?

The most beautiful composition that day, it was completely dark, and I always wondered: Why should we work hard? Just for that little salary? God, who knows how much those bosses can earn.

That day, I dragged my tired body back to the house my parents bought me with my life's money and threw myself on the sofa-should I take a shower first or go to bed directly? For a long time, I finally stood up from the sofa.

After taking a shower, I'm going to close the curtains and sleep-what! I saw something! A beauty, a great beauty. There is a beautiful woman living in the building opposite! She stood behind the veil, her graceful figure looming. I tried to see clearly, but it was still blurred, so I quickly took off my glasses and brought nothing back.

Lying in bed, I began to think: I will be 32 years old in two months. I work so hard for the company every day, and I haven't even paid a girlfriend. My family is in a hurry. Why am I so tired? Isn't it just for "home"? But now, I don't even have a home.

Tossing and turning, I stayed up all night, and my limbs were sending me a message-I need a beautiful woman, a lovely person who goes to the kitchen under the hall. It seems that even the blood is boiling, beautiful, beautiful! My throat is almost steamed dry, beauty, beauty!

Wearing a pair of natural sunglasses to work the next day, I was in a daze. I just want to go home quickly, hoping to meet the beauty I saw last night, my beauty.

When I got home and took a shower, I rushed to the window-there was that beauty! So, I sat on the windowsill and looked at her quietly. She seemed interested in me, and behind the curtain, she was still winking at me. The communication between us has always been so silent and affectionate ... I think she must be in love with me, too. After we met as scheduled every day for a week, I finally decided to confess.

Today, after work, I went to the flower shop and bought a big bunch of roses.

When I put on my most expensive Ashima, tied my tie in the most fashionable way and sprayed some perfume, I finally set foot on her building. At this point, I am as nervous as a young man who has just fallen in love.

I am prepared to give it to her with a sincere and uneasy heart-two workers carrying a plastic female model upstairs.

Petals scattered all over the floor, and I sat on the ground. ...

It's dawn, people are still sleeping, and the cleaner has got up and gone to work. You see, they are everywhere. In the street, they took great pains to remove all the rubbish on the street and restore the street to its original appearance. In the corridor, they are not afraid of being dirty or suffering. They take out the garbage from every household and put it in the garbage truck. Through their efforts, the corridor has become clean and tidy. ......

One morning, on my way to school, I met a cleaner shoveling garbage from the dustbin and putting it in the garbage truck. I asked, "Uncle, aren't you so tired every day?" Why not change to an easy job? He said to me, "We, hehe, are tired, and it doesn't matter to us. As for changing an easy job, I think I have thought about it, but when you see that the fruits of your labor can bring happiness to people, you will feel extremely happy. After listening to him, I benefited a lot. Yes, he is right. When the fruits of your labor bring happiness to people, you will feel happy yourself.

Once, my father and I went shopping, only halfway through, we saw a cleaner reprimanding a young man. The cleaner said, "How can you spit everywhere! As a citizen of a city, you should set an example. " "Just spit. For you, it may be just a mouthful of sputum, but do you know what happens when bacteria in sputum enter other people's respiratory organs with the air? ''

"I ... I saw this young man faltering and speechless, perhaps because he was untenable. The young man blushed and threw the phlegm into the dustbin with a handkerchief. Seeing the young man's every move, everyone present was full of admiration for the cleaner.

Cleaning staff, people never pay attention to them, because they don't show themselves, and they don't deliberately let others pay attention to themselves, because they only have one belief in their hearts, that is, to make every place clean, refreshing and tidy. They are doing our seemingly ordinary but noble work. Without them, our life would be dark and colorless. They are unsung heroes!

In winter, the north wind blows, which hurts like a sharp knife stuck in the face. Early in the morning, I ran to school. It was very cold at that time, and the cold wind ran into my clothes through the leak. I shivered. It's too cold, which is the only feeling I have now. I just want to keep warm with a thermos in my hand. The lights are shining in the dark at night, and I can't help speeding up my steps. Now I only have one thought, that is, to go to school. Walking near the garden, I finally saw a "savior" aunt selling soy milk across the street. I rushed over and said, "a cup of soybean milk." Aunt helped me put the soybean milk into a plastic bag, but I was in a hurry. I searched my pockets, but I couldn't find a penny. I didn't know what to do then. The aunt selling soy milk looked worried and asked, "What's the matter?" I handed the soybean milk back to my aunt. "I didn't take the money." My aunt looked at me and put soy milk into my hand. "Take it and return it to me tomorrow." I looked at menstruation in surprise. I'm just a stranger. Why does she trust me so much? She just smiled at me, and my heart warmed up and I walked towards the school. The wind is still blowing, but I'm not so cold anymore. The next day, I went to my aunt to pay back the money, but she wasn't there. I am very anxious. I looked everywhere with a dollar in my hand, and time didn't allow me, so I had to go to school first. I haven't seen menstruation for several days, and the dollar has been lying gently in my pocket. Finally, on a Sunday morning, I found my aunt who sold soy milk. I gave her the money back, but she looked at me suspiciously. I told her what happened that day, and she said to me, "You keep your word." . If she doesn't trust me, how can I be a man of my word? The aunt who sells soy milk is the most beautiful person in my heart.

Dad's most beautiful composition is great, and Han Mei is experiencing happiness in this cold wind.

It seems that God gave the cold plum to the world, gave it the ability to endure loneliness, and arranged it in the winter when flowers withered. Only its enemy, ice and snow, accompanied it, opened it alone and returned to the earth silently. However, it did not complain about this treatment, but regarded it as a gift from God. Still so lively and lovely, always like a young man. Loneliness is not terrible, as long as it has a heart that can examine itself.

What is happiness? Happiness is a lonely plum, which can find happiness in the ordinary and face life with an optimistic and cheerful heart.

My hometown-Xianyou is a city with beautiful scenery and beautiful mountains and rivers. This is a beautiful town with beautiful scenery and rich products. Xianyou, beautiful mountains and rivers, many historical sites. Jiuli Garden is one of the "four scenic spots" of Xianyou, which is famous for its four wonders of lakes, caves, waterfalls and rocks. The lake is green, shining with golden light under the sunlight, just like beautiful broken gold scattered on green satin.

The lake is surrounded by lush trees, blooming flowers and rugged rocks. Xianyou, which is rich in fruits. There are loquat in April, litchi in June, mango and longan in July and August. By September,1October, people's favorite red heart pomelo will be ripe! Wendan pomelo enjoys the reputation of "tribute to the Qing Dynasty", and its fruit is seedless, crisp and sweet. Walking into the orchard in autumn, there is a fragrant grapefruit flavor. The small pale yellow grapefruit bent the branches. Grapefruit is especially sweet and delicious, attracting many people to taste it. How's it going? After listening to my introduction, have you been tempted? Welcome to my hometown. When I come to my hometown, I will definitely take you to the most interesting scenic spots and eat the best food! I love my beautiful hometown-Xianyou.

Happiness (composition 6o0) Happiness is a familiar and unfamiliar word. In fact, everyone is happy, but there is a stain in front of happiness, which blocks your sight and your progress. Ignore it and stride forward, and you will see the bright spot of happiness.

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This afternoon, I was unhappy, picked up a topic composition and turned it over, trying to calm my emotions.

I suddenly became interested in the composition "Taste Happiness". With a full question mark, I continued to look down to see how the author described the "happiness" in this world.

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When I closed the book, my tears could not help falling. This is an ordinary and touching story.

A boy, when he was seven, his mother died. The boy lived with a father who was never called "Dad" for more than ten years. One morning, the boy quarreled with his father because of something and went to school without breakfast. Later, in the middle of class, the father braved the rain and sent a bag of steaming steamed buns to his son. The boy was immediately moved by a kind of love-love.

My heart seemed to miss a beat when I read "Suddenly my nose was sore and I shouted' Dad'". What a touching scene! When the boy shouted the first "Dad" in his life, he suddenly understood what happiness was, that is, his father's silent dedication and selfless love for himself. Tears, once again.

Suddenly I remembered a story: once upon a time, there was a painter who painted an elusive picture with a pile of ink on a piece of white paper. Someone asked, "What did you draw?" The painter replied, "Happiness." A few days ago, I suddenly realized that life is like this painting, with ink dots representing pain and white paper representing happiness. We are often blinded by the pain in front of us, but we don't know there is a happiness waiting for you behind the pain. If you indulge in the immediate pain, you won't be happy at all. On the contrary, if you ignore the pain and stride forward, happiness will be within reach.

A look, an action, a struggle process and a failed experience will make you realize the true meaning of happiness in life.

Happiness is that simple!