Write a composition of 300 words.

1. Writing a composition of 300 words is an unforgettable thing.

It was a rainy day and I was busy walking home. There were few pedestrians on the road, but I bumped into a man and knocked him down. He quickly stood on the wall, but fortunately he didn't fall. I looked at the man through the rain curtain. His withered hands, thin body, patched clothes, and a pair of eyes staring at me blankly-he turned out to be blind. I blushed and said, "Grandpa, I accidentally bumped into you. I'm sorry. Now, are you going home? I'll see you off. "

"Ok, thank you." There seems to be a smile on his wrinkled and haggard face.

I helped him move forward. Suddenly, I tripped over something, almost fell, and my toes hurt. I looked down and it turned out to be a brick. I was about to move it, but when I saw the brick was too dirty, I complained, "Who threw the brick on the ground and almost tripped me?" Grandpa, be careful, don't fall. "

The old man did not move. He reached out his thin hand, squatted down, touched the ground a few times, picked up the brick and put it in the corner. He also said, "Maybe someone will fall when they pass by. We should think more about others. " Then I wiped my muddy hands on the wall. My eyes were wet, so I quickly took out my beloved handkerchief and wiped the mud off his hand. I found that the old man seemed to be staring at me closely with his rain-soaked eyes. I blushed and hung my head in shame.

Yes! I am his guide on his way home, but he is my guide on the road of life. "Thinking of others" is my correct way of life.

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2. Write a 300-word composition and buy food for the first time.

"The first time, how nice!" Is that really the case? I thought the same thing.

The long-awaited Spring Festival has finally arrived. This time, the family can have fun, because it is a treat. Mom is busy cooking and dad entertains guests. Because there were not enough people and I didn't buy all the vegetables, I was sent to buy vegetables when I was having a good time. Although I was extremely dissatisfied, I went anyway.

At the vegetable market, except for a few stalls, almost all the vendors went home for the New Year. I walked aimlessly and everything paid off. I came to the place where onions were sold. I can look at that man and think: he has a long beard and small eyes. He doesn't look like a good man. It's my first time to buy food, and I'm a little worried. What if he lied to me?

Just then, an aunt was buying food at a nearby booth, and I watched her learn. "How much is this cabbage?" "sixty cents" "it's so expensive, everyone sells it at forty cents, which is cheaper." "All right, fifty cents." The stall owner said helplessly. I see the old lady likes picking leaves very much. I thought to myself: that's all I said, take a deep breath and go to the place where onions are sold.

"How much is this onion?" I asked confidently. "Eighty cents a catty, ok?" The stall owner squinted and said. "It's too expensive. I've seen it. Other things sell for 60 cents. If it's cheaper, I'll buy two Jin. " The stall owner smiled and said, "Really? Now that the Spring Festival is over, all the onion sellers have left. It seems that I am the only one. " Listen to this in a sarcastic tone. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I want two Jin." I saw him put some leafless onions on the scale. When I saw them, I said loudly, "Slow down, others want more Ye Er. Do you think I am a child and lie to me? " The stall owner looked at me with surprised eyes and said, "Well, I'll give you a lot of leaves."

After paying the money, the stall owner smiled at me and said nothing. I was secretly pleased that I was not cheated by him. Trot all the way home, trying to get mom's praise.

When I got home, my mother took out the onion and said to me, "you child, you have done enough." Why choose onions with so many leaves? How can you eat them? " I suddenly realized the surprised eyes of the stall owner at that time.

If you don't climb the mountain, the mountain is rich and high; Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. Indeed, if you don't buy food, how do you know that you are knowledgeable? Only when you try for the first time can you get what you have never got.

Therefore, life should constantly try new life, so as to be rich and colorful.

Spider story

Today, I was lying in bed alone with my eyes half open and half closed. Inadvertently, I saw something black on the wall. I thought: Could it be a spider? Out of curiosity, I stood up and looked forward. Unexpectedly, it actually moved. Ah! It is really an "eight-legged freak"! I shouted in horror. You know, the insect I fear most is spiders, and this kind of spider is black and big, which is very scary.

Mother heard the crying and came over and asked, "What's the matter?" I stammered, "There are ... spiders here." Then she pointed to the spider on the wall. Who knows, my mother casually said, "What do I think? Isn't it spiders that make a fuss? It won't bite. What are you afraid of? " Say that finish and went out. I thought: What is a little spider afraid of? I am hundreds of times older than it! It can be pressed into patties with one finger. I think so, but my eyes are always fixed on the "eight-legged freak", fearing that it will climb into my crib. I saw it crawling and crawling. When it climbed to the edge of the air conditioner, it suddenly fell. My heart thumped and I stared at the spider. I didn't expect it to swing in mid-air. It turned out that this spider was doing acrobatics with the silk it spit out. When it has played enough, it rises like a spring. I sighed, but fortunately I didn't fall into my bed. Alas, it is so.

I feel happy for myself. I didn't expect it to climb to my crib at a fast speed. I was taken aback. The joy just now has vanished, followed by the heartbeat of "drumming", but this spider didn't know it at all and was still crawling to my crib. I jumped out of bed and touched my "savior"-grandpa, who saw this scene and tore up a newspaper. He put the newspaper in the path of the spider, waiting for it to "trap itself". I saw that spider really climbed up along the newspaper. Grandpa gently picked up the newspaper, opened the window and put the spider back into nature.

I asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, why didn't you kill the spider?" Grandpa smiled and said to me: "Spiders specialize in mosquitoes and are beneficial insects. We should protect them. " I nodded and thought: you can't just look at the appearance of a thing. Only by knowing more cultural knowledge can we better protect and utilize them.

3. Write a composition of about 300 words and cook for the first time.

Today is Sunday and my parents have to work overtime. I thought they were very hard, so I decided to cook a meal by myself.

Grandma said, "When steaming rice, hold a bowl of rice and pour two bowls of water." I just washed the rice according to grandma's instructions and poured water into the rice cooker for steaming. Then wash the dishes to be fried. It's time to cook the first course "scrambled eggs with tomatoes". I cut the tomatoes into small pieces first. Then I took two eggs and broke them, breaking them gently with my hands. Turn on the gas switch after laying eggs, and pour a little oil after the pot is hot. I only heard the sound of "hissing ...". I put my hand over my ear and turned my head. Then I carefully pour the eggs into the pot, stir-fry them over and over with a shovel, and then pour the cut tomatoes into the pot with a little salt and monosodium glutamate.

The second course is "Fried Pumpkin with Minced Meat". When I cut the pumpkin, I cut it thick and thin, which is really different. Because the frying was too slow, the pumpkin stuck to the pot. I quickly poured some water into it, but the water in the pot splashed on my arm and kept me cutting. I'm afraid the water will splash on my arm again, and my arm will stretch over and fry, and it will eventually explode.

I wanted to fry another shredded potato, but I couldn't cut it, so I made a "vegetable salad". I diced the washed carrots, radishes and cucumbers and mixed them with salad dressing. The "vegetable salad" with attractive colors is ready Although the vegetables I cut are large, small, long and short, they taste sweet and crisp.

Finally, I made a "chop suey", which was delicious.

Put the dishes on the table and I'll hold the rice. Gee, this rice is neither hard nor soft, so delicious! What a sumptuous dinner!

Mom and dad ate my cooking and said approvingly, "This meal is delicious!" " "After listening to their words, I was filled with joy.

Write a composition of about 300 words this afternoon, on the way to Luqiao, my mother and I saw a lot of people looking at something at the bridge head in the distance. We were curious when we passed by. Did someone fall into the water? But people's faces are not nervous, but relaxed and happy. When we looked forward, we saw a man swimming in the water with a hoe in his hand. From time to time, he hit the water with a hoe, splashing waves, and there was a man groping for something on the shore.

I looked curious and said, "Mom, ask them what they are doing!" " "

Mother said, "Don't ask, they are fishing."

"What's he doing knocking water with a hoe?"

"That's to scare the fish. When fish hear the sound, they are afraid. They hid near the shore and buried their heads in the mud, motionless (like ostriches avoiding danger). Do you see the man on the shore? Just like playing a game of touching people, he can catch fish by touching it in the mud on the shore. "

Today, although the lake is not frozen, it is still very cold. I really admire the two uncles fishing in such cold weather. Today, we forgot to bring our camera and couldn't take this scene. What a pity!

A happy thing is not less than 300 words. Today, it is Sunday, and my parents are on a business trip. I am at home alone. In the morning, I finished my homework first After lunch, I had nothing to do, so I decided to wash my skirt with pen water to surprise my mother. I first brought a washbasin, filled it with water, then put it in and scrubbed the dirty place hard, but there was nothing. Suddenly I remembered that I forgot to put the washing powder. I hurried to get washing powder. In desperation, I took the essential balm to wash it. I didn't expect the pen water to be washed. I don't believe it, and I thought: Can the wind oil really wash off the pen water? So, I painted the pen water on my clothes again and washed it again. It was really cleaned by me. I am ecstatic. I washed my clothes again with washing powder and several times with water. Finally, a clean new dress appeared in front of me. I hung it on the balcony and admired my masterpiece. I smiled happily. In the evening, my mother came back and saw the clean and tidy dress. Hold me in your arms and say, "When my son grows up, he can wash clothes." I'm so happy. Today, I not only washed clothes, but more importantly, I learned the secret that pen water can be washed off with wind oil. This is really a great harvest! This is really a happy day. This kind of happiness can't be compared with the happiness of traveling, because that's the happiness I earned through hard work. In the future, I will often help my parents do housework to reduce their burden.

6. Write an article to record unforgettable things in primary school life. How time flies in 300 words. In a blink of an eye, six years have passed like a cloud, and I will graduate soon. Life in primary school is so wonderful, so reluctant to go, and now we have to go our separate ways. I will graduate soon. In these two thousand days, we are like a seedling, watered by the teacher. It seems that there are still us in the classroom. On the playground, there is still the sound of playing around us, and in the school yard, there are also our laughing figures. Every step, we left unforgettable memories. We have gained a lot under the education of our alma mater. We have made many friends and gained a lot of new knowledge, which makes us polite students. We have gained a lot of good memories and unforgettable memories, and also gained a compass for dealing with people in the future. But we are about to graduate now and suddenly look back. It seems to urge our teachers, encourage our teachers, and the lovely campus to disappear from our songs. Moreover, I don't know when, we also became big brothers and sisters on campus and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters. Now that we are about to graduate, the teachers' teachings, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still lingering in our ears. Let me have a look at the lovely campus and the teachers I taught us in the last few days of school.

When we help others, others will feel warm in their hearts, and when others help us, we will feel comforted and warm in our hearts. \x09 I have met things that others have helped me. \x09 It was a Wednesday morning. When I came to school to open my schoolbag, I suddenly found that I didn't bring my pencil case. My heart suddenly panicked: I didn't have a pen or study stationery. \x09 At this moment, the bell of the first class rang, and the Chinese teacher came into the classroom and asked us to write the homework of self-criticism. The whole class bowed their heads and wrote review questions. I was just reading the review book and couldn't write a word. I was worried when my classmate Wang Xinhua asked me, "Why didn't you write?" I told her I didn't bring my pencil case. Wang Xinhua enthusiastically said to me, "Use mine!" "As he spoke, he took out a brand-new blue pen from the pencil case and said," Come on, write quickly! " "I immediately thanked her. I'll start writing soon. However, I manage this class. What about math and English classes? I'm worried again. The students around me knew that I didn't bring my pencil case, so everyone extended a friendly hand and opened their pencil cases. One lent me a pencil and the other lent me an eraser. Looking at their warm smiling faces and a pair of outstretched helping hands, the warm current warmed my heart, just like a beam of sunshine shining into my heart. Perhaps, in your opinion, a little help will be given to each other. Helping is as happy as being helped. \x09 Although this is only a small matter, it makes me realize from the bottom of my heart how warm it will be to accept the help of others. Helping each other is a beautiful quality of our human beings. I hope each of us can carry forward this virtue and let our love spread all over the world.

8. Write a composition of 300~350 words about one thing. It must be within 300~350 words. You have a summer vacation. My cousin came to my house to play. It should be a happy time. But this drama makes us unhappy. My brother lived in my house for more than half a month. In the first few days, we had a good time. I'm playing with my brother in a childish house. I won everything in my brother's house in a short time. He began to' steal' my things, and at first he took them one by one. Then he pushed his luck and took whatever he saw. When the volcano finally erupted, I shouted at him, "I don't care about you!" " I slammed the door and went into the house. After all, my brother is still a child. He gently pushed open the door and sat on the bed like me, muttering, "Ignore it!" " "Although I said so, but tears always flow out, so we deadlocked for a few minutes, who also didn't talk to who. Finally, the door broke the silence at that time. Mom must have come back. We both stood up almost at the same time. I sat down when I saw him stand up. My brother ignored me and just went to open the door for my mother. The door opened and my mother came in and saw the tears on my brother's face. Brother didn't answer. He just looked at my room. When my mother saw that it was a good thing, she strode to my room. She pushed my door open heavily and said loudly, "Nan Nan, it's not easy for Shuai Shuai to come to our house. Why did you ... "I interrupted my mother and said," But I ... "At this time, my tears could not help but gush out. You can't just consider yourself, but also the feelings of others, not to mention my brother is a guest. " After listening to my mother's words, I nodded inexplicably and said, "Mom, I'm going to apologize to my brother." As a result, it is conceivable that we made up, which not only kept a precious friendship, but also made me understand more deeply: take a step back and broaden the horizon! = = = = = = = = = = = Childhood is like a winding river. There are several waves in the river. The waves sometimes sing happy songs, sometimes pour out troubles, and sometimes ... among them, something happened in that wave that I regret. That day, when I got home, I threw away my schoolbag and thought: I have been studying nervously recently. I am so tired! If I can relax, maybe I can revitalize my brain! I don't want to review my math these days. I don't even touch the cover of this book. I just play, but I still play. I forgot about the mock exam long ago! On the day of the mock exam, the math teacher handed out the paper. My classmates said it was a little difficult, and I thought: Hum! I don't want anything! Aren't test papers just simple application questions that come and go? I find it ridiculous to watch my classmates think hard. Look at their bears, I'm sure I can do it quickly and well! I looked at the paper. It was easy! After reading it, I buried myself in reading the newspaper. At first, I was full of confidence because the first few questions were easy, but later-I panicked. What should I do? I remember the teacher talking about this kind of topic. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out the answer, but my mind was still blank. Alas! I'm resigned to my fate! I scribbled the answer from a vague memory, and then handed in the paper in frustration. When I get home, I always feel uneasy. There are always several questions hovering in my mind ... The next day, the math teacher took a stack of corrected papers. The teacher's serious eyes seemed to tell me that I didn't do well in this exam. The teacher began to read the scores: "... Ye Zhiqing, 78.5 points!" "Wow!" The whole class exclaimed. What? 78.5 points? I suddenly felt hot on my face, so I bowed my head and went to the podium to get the test paper. After answering, I carefully looked at the bright red "78.5" and then at the bright red *, and a wave of enthusiasm came to my mind again ... I hate it! I regret it! I can't forget the triumphant look before the exam; I can't forget the ecstasy during the exam; I can't forget to hand in my papers in a flurry! Why don't I review well? Why should I be so proud and confident? This incident really makes me regret it.