About what? Selected 600 words at that moment: 10.

There are always moments in life, just like footprints on the beach, which are unforgettable and unforgettable. The following is a selection of 600-word 10 essays, telling what I put together at that moment. Welcome to read and share, I hope it will help you.

What was the composition at that moment? 600 words 1.

It was a wonderful childhood dream, and my hometown in the dream has passed away with the charm of the dream, leaving only the old willow tree, which will always accompany my long feelings.

My hometown in my memory is beautiful, with bright wildflowers, deep Woods, beautiful scenery and mystery. Needless to say. There is a small pond around the castle peak, and the willows on the shore often echo the laughter of children on the sparkling water with fragrance under their feet.

The curved white stone bridge is hidden under the green willow leaves. Shiqiao can't count his age, but whenever it turns white, it will accompany the old willow to watch the scene when my grandmother cooked bud porridge for me when I was a child.

At that moment, I drank the willow bud porridge made by my grandmother, and I still vaguely remember it! In the early spring of that year, my grandmother scalded the tender yellow willow buds collected by the children in the village by climbing trees and pulling branches, removed the bitterness, put them in a pot, put some rice in it, and cooked them with firewood until they bubbled, and soon they were cooked. I said, "Grandma's porridge is ready." Grandma was silent. It was a long time before grandma said, "It's cooked." Grandma took a bowl and filled it for me. I am very happy at this time, because the porridge cooked by grandma is very rare. Grandma was very excited to watch me drink this porridge. Refreshing and sweet, it always makes people aftertaste for a long time.

Especially in spring and March, flowers bloom and willows sprout on the hillside. At this time, I happily ran to my grandmother's house and asked her to make me delicious willow bud porridge. "This is different from the last one!" Grandma said to me. At first, grandma scalded the willow buds with boiling water and then dried them. When the water boiled, she put the rice in the pot for a while, and then put the dried willow buds in the pot to cook with the rice. It was done quickly, which surprised me. This is a far cry from the last cooking. Grandma gave me a full bowl like last time, and I drank it. In a short time, this porridge is sweet in my heart, but I can't forget it.

I still remember the moment when I drank the porridge cooked by my grandmother.

What is the moment of writing 600 words and 2 words?

At that moment, let me warm; At that moment, my heart was surging; That moment, let me remember; That moment-a warm moment.

Father's love makes me feel warm, and warmth can be a simple action.

It was so cold in February that even the air seemed to freeze, and even the birds hid early. My father took me to buy shoes on a motorcycle, which was like a black BMW, speeding on the road before the ice and snow melted. The cold wind, like a sword, meticulously drilled into my sleeve and cut me black and blue. Under my father's tall back, I am like a fragile bird. But I didn't ask my father to drive slowly, because my father and I don't have the same language, and there is an insurmountable gap between me and my father. Still speechless, I fought back the cold, but the cold wind was more rampant and roared like a group of demons with broadswords. All the way into the bone marrow, my hands and feet were numb, and then my heart was numb. The gums trembled involuntarily. At this time, my father's hand suddenly reached over and dragged me to his side. This hand exudes warmth and love, and my chest is attached to my father's back. My father's body temperature, like a continuous warm current, rushed to my chest. Father's love, like the warm sun, warms my heart. At the moment, my heart is as warm as spring. The cold wind is still cold, but I no longer feel cold.

Motherly love makes me feel warm, and warmth can be a cup of strong tea.

At night, the darkness is boundless and silent. Even the stars in the sky are sleepy. Under the light, I am still wandering in the sea of books in Shan Ye. Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open. Mother flew in cautiously with a cup of tea. I can hardly feel the ground shaking. Mother quietly put the tea on the desk, gently lifted her feet and left quietly. At night, it was still very quiet and no sound was heard. Even when my mother came and went, the cup of tea on the table gave off a faint fragrance, penetrated my nose, entered my heart and echoed in my heart. Let me savor warmth and maternal love.

This warmth has always remained in my heart, allowing me to resist the cold and overcome difficulties, and I have been reluctant to disperse for a long time.

What is the moment of writing 600 words and 3 words?

On the road of life, there is a moment that Qian Qian will never forget. Maybe you failed at that moment, maybe you learned something at that moment … and I succeeded at that moment! ! ! !

It was a day of summer vacation. My parents and I went to Hangzhou Carnival and walked into the gate. Ah! Have fun! There are many interesting games, such as merry-go-round, high-altitude crossing, roller coaster, crazy circle … but what scares us most is bungee jumping at a height of 300 meters above the water. I can't even look at a man who can't even ride a roller coaster. Dad looked at the 300-meter bungee jumping platform and said contemptuously, "Danny, do you dare to play?" Hey hey! ! "Before I could open my mouth, my mother said," Look at us, Danny doesn't even dare to do a roller coaster, and he dares to play this! I was very angry and said, "Let's buy tickets. I don't know who let who go! " ! We bought tickets. The elevator went up to 50 meters. At that time, my head began to faint. Mom looked at it and said, "Can you do it? Don't be brave, we will go down if we feel uncomfortable! " I covered my stomach and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of! Soon we arrived at the 300-meter-high bungee jumping platform! The staff fastened my seat belt for me.

I walked slowly to the side, my feet went soft and I began to feel sick. Like an elf telling me to give up in my ear! I kind of want to give up. But I told myself that I had to challenge myself. Looks like a hurdle. There is no hurdle in the world. I should fight against fear and not let it dominate my life. Why don't I take this opportunity to seize the acrophobia and change it! I told myself that as long as I take a step forward, I will be the winner.

I looked at the vast sky and the beautiful lake and shouted, "Petan, you are the best!" " "Then I fly in the air like a free bird and feel the joy of success! Suddenly, I remembered the warm applause on the bungee jumping stage! I succeeded at that moment! ! ! I am immersed in the joy of success and can't be calm for a long time! !

The success of this moment is not only that I got rid of my acrophobia, but also that we should be brave enough to fight against difficulties and let them bend our knees. Life in Qian Qian has thousands of hurdles in Qian Qian, but there is no hurdle to cross! !

What is the moment of writing 600 words and 4 words?

At that moment, the scene was fixed in my eyes on my chest and precipitated in my memory.

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A mother's love for her children is selfless, just like a mother on TV.

Kneeling on the ground with his feet and his hands on the ground, he had already stopped breathing, carrying a heavy stone, and underneath it was a child who fell asleep peacefully. Look how soundly the child sleeps! In my mother's arms, I look serene, without a trace of panic and fear. She used her mobile phone to leave her last words for her children. If you are still alive, please remember that mom loves you forever. Mom's love for you will never change. You are the only one in my mother's life. When I saw this scene on TV, I was deeply shocked by the selfless love of the mother for her children on TV. I turned to look at my mother, but her face was covered with tears.

"Come here," my mother called softly.

I walked beside my mother, who hugged me, leaned her head on my shoulder and sobbed softly. I can feel his body shaking.

"Mom, what's the matter?" I asked anxiously

For a long time, my mother looked up with red eyes and looked at me silently. I have never seen my mother's eyes so affectionate. My heart suddenly trembled. His rough hands held my hand tightly, as if to say something, but he moved his lips and said nothing, and his eyes turned to the TV.

The child was rescued, and the armed police soldiers carefully rescued the child from the ruins with their hands full of blood bubbles, dragging him, dragging a life and dragging a hope. I think the mother will leave with peace of mind when she sees that her child is saved on the way to heaven.

Mother's tears kept flowing and her voice trembled. He hugged me tighter. "Girl, if we have an earthquake here, you can hide under your mother. Don't worry, your mother will hold on, she will never let you get hurt. " My mother hugged me tightly. As if afraid that I would fly away from him.

Those words hit my heart, and you washed my heart with a tear. Mom, you will definitely hold up a blue sky and hope for your daughter.

I buried my head in my mother's arms, and cold tears flowed out of my eyes. At this moment, my heart is as warm as spring.

What is the moment of writing 600 words?

Happiness is like an invisible seed. When you feel it, it has taken root and sprouted. The dew moistens it deeply, and the painful rain beads will make it thrive. A bright moon hung in the sky, and the purple sunset covered the mountains in the distance, and wisps of silver were looming on the water. A small catkin is happily dressed on the clear water.

Dawn has come among crows, playing with my mother on a fishing boat. Gently shaking the moored paddle, my mother picked the first batch of mature seaweed by the boat. She and I sang in the turbulent waves of flowing water. Mother looked back slowly, it was a gaunt and old face. But there is no lack of warmth and femininity. Just like being immersed in a refreshing sea of flowers. I lost my temper with my father yesterday and just got up today. I saw my mother coming to me leisurely, with a long-lost smile on her face and a cup of warm milk in her hand, which seemed so kind and kind. I'm confused. Isn't my mother angry with me? She said in a brisk voice, "Don't be sad anymore, because you still have me." Then she held me in her arms. For a moment, I felt very warm Suddenly there was a feeling of deja vu in my heart, as if the whole world had stopped. Nothing else matters. Time seems to stop at this moment forever. Something has been quietly planted in my heart. She smiled at me. It was pure, but it looked very happy and sweet.

Happiness bloomed in her smiling nest, very charming, as if it had sprouted at that moment. Dad loves me, too, but I was born without knowing how to be blessed. The glass full of milk sparkles in the sun, reflecting bright and happy colorful sunshine. It fed me in confusion, meditation and boiling. It made me understand the profound truth and true meaning of happiness.

Why are happy moments always warm? Because it is the glory before the flower of happiness blooms.

What is the moment of writing 600 words and 6 words?

Ashamed, that moment in my heart, for a long time can not be dispersed, disappear.

"Elder sister, did you take my pen? I can't find a pencil and eraser in my pencil box. Did you take it? In retaliation for accidentally stepping on your pen before. " I said it in a questioning tone at first. Later, the more I said, the more I felt right and confident, and I nodded "wisely" to increase my persuasiveness.

My sister's pen rolled off the table before, but I didn't see it. It was trampled ... It's my sister's favorite pen, and I cherish it.

"ah? I took your pen. Do you think I am as naive as you? " My sister looked at me and said derisively, this was a very common tone. She and I often laugh at each other. I don't know why I seem to have eaten explosive charges today. I always thought she took it. My sister finally couldn't resist my "declaration of war" and broke out.

"I said I didn't take it. Is that all you got to say If you don't want to learn, I still want to learn. Can I invite you another day? "

She suddenly stood up from the desk, her voice changed from small to big, her right hand was thumped on the table, and her hair hung behind her ears. Seeing her face flushed with anger, I was quietly uneasy. My sister is a senior in high school. I disturb her study! But the guilt soon disappeared, because in my opinion, it was the performance when it came to the heart. She glared at me and left, and I was even more angry!

She gave me a new pen at noon the next day, but I didn't accept it. Because when I rummaged through the cupboard for books this morning, I found the pen that should have disappeared. I gave my sister a pen, which I asked my classmates to give me. It is very expensive. I smiled and said, we are even, she said, laughing so hard ... her mouth slowly lifted as if nothing had happened.

I smiled, but I was unhappy because I was full of shame, ashamed that I had disturbed her study, and ashamed of my subjective judgment. ...

At that moment, I was really ashamed.

What about the moment of writing 600 words and 7 words?

Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, from small to large, who cares most about my grades, my parents. At that moment, I felt guilty. I feel sorry for myself and my family.

When I think of the last bell of the senior high school entrance examination, my junior high school life is completely over, and the long-awaited day has finally arrived. From then on, there will be no teacher's nagging, one exam after another, endless geometry problems and endless night trips.

After the exam, I will stay at home every day and enjoy the days without stress, hurry and pressure. I don't know. I want to go out for a walk in a few days. My neighbors, relatives and friends all came to ask me how the exam was. At this time, I was disappointed to think of the senior high school entrance examination. Well, how did I do in the exam? I don't even know. How many points can I get? In the face of them, I dare not say much, and I am speechless. I just said that the scores haven't come out yet. From then on, I didn't want to go out and began to feel scared.

On July 5th, it was an unforgettable day. In the days after that, I felt deeply guilty.

The results of the senior high school entrance examination came out that day, and the students were checking their scores, and I was no exception. I found the music. As I expected, I clicked forward and sent the score to my father's mobile phone. Soon my father called me, and he just asked me a few words. I thought dad would lose his temper and blame me. I didn't expect to just ask me a few words very gently. When I volunteered at school the next day, I didn't have my own opinion, so I called my dad, but my dad asked me what I wanted to do at school, and I couldn't go to school. This is, I don't know how to say it, but I cried there and broke my father's heart. My father wanted me to go to high school, but my grades were not enough. Dad had to beg for help to send me to a good school. Looking at my father's phone calls one after another, I finally agreed. I didn't want to go. My mother had been running for several days because of my school work and asked several schools. Looking at the helpless expression of mom and dad. I can't help feeling guilty.

If I had known to study more, I wouldn't have broken my parents' hearts for me now. If I read more books, do more topics and listen to the teacher's teaching, maybe I will go to school directly like others today, without worrying about my parents and begging for help. At that moment, I felt guilty.

At that moment, I understood my parents and made me feel deeply guilty. Only when you know that you are guilty will you work hard. I let my parents down yesterday. Today, only by working hard, I won't deepen my guilt and won't let that moment happen again.

What is the moment of writing 600 words and 8 words?

I feel uneasy because of shortcomings or mistakes. I am most ashamed of the moment when the teacher found out that I cheated in the exam.

It was the next semester of grade six, and there was a mock exam before the junior high school graduation exam. On the Chinese exam that day, the classroom was very quiet, even if a needle fell to the ground, you could hear it. I bit my pen anxiously and stared at an ancient poem anxiously. Because I have no back, I can't figure it out at all. I looked up at the invigilator in front of the podium, only to see his eyes staring at another group of trance, so I glanced at my deskmate's test paper unscrupulously, but my deskmate seemed to have expected that I would peek at him, so I covered up the question. I still don't give up and turned to look at my classmates behind me. At that moment, I met the teacher's meaningful eyes. I quickly turned my head and pretended to be doing the test paper.

You can't even ask such a simple question, and the teacher will be very disappointed with you! I don't know if vanity is worshipping, but there is a voice in my heart that keeps nagging. So I took advantage of the teacher's inattention, put those evil hands into the drawer, opened the Chinese book, found the answer and quickly copied it on the test paper.

I thought I had done it unnoticed, but when I was proud, I met the teacher's disappointed and angry eyes. At that moment, I was so ashamed that I even wanted to dig a hole and bury myself. I failed my teacher's hope and trust, and I am proud of cheating. The teacher may see that I am a girl, but she didn't criticize me directly by name, and even didn't confiscate the test paper and give me a zero. He just said interestingly: now I know that so many of your grades are fake and you are lying to the teacher. The graduation exam is coming soon, see where you can copy it.

Everyone who took the exam seriously was open-minded. When I heard this, I looked at the teacher blankly, but I bowed my head in shame. It is because of that damn vanity that I make mistakes again and again. At the moment when I was ashamed of being criticized by my teacher, I understood a truth that I haven't fully understood in the past six years: right is right, wrong is wrong, and it's no big deal! Instead of those face-saving things, it is better to do something real, especially in study.

What is the moment of writing 600 words?

Happiness is a fire that can melt the inner ice; Happiness is a beacon that can guide people forward; Happiness is a clear spring, which can make people taste sweetness and beauty.

Happiness is sometimes just around the corner, but we don't know it. Happiness is sometimes within reach, but we don't know how to grasp it.

James. Oppenheimer said: fools look for happiness in the distance, and wise men sow happiness at their feet.

Happiness is actually very simple. You don't have to go to great lengths to find it. Sometimes it's hidden in the little things that happen around us.

I still remember that it was a winter day when I was a child. It was already dark when I came home from school. Finally, I walked to the door only to find that I didn't bring my key and my parents were not at home. I walked helplessly in the street, and the wind was blowing coldly. There is no noise in the street during the day, which is particularly cold and depressing. Occasionally, one or two pedestrians pass by, all wrapped in coats and cotton-padded jackets. At this time, I was cold and hungry, and suddenly I saw a pancake car in front of me. I walked over and saw the steaming golden pancakes in the car, and my mouth watered, but I had no money on me and had to stand by and watch. The pancake seller is an uncle. He seemed to read my mind and shouted at me, "Little fellow, can't you go home?" Look at you standing for a long time. Are you hungry too? It's just that I'm going home, too Let me give you this last pancake! "Looking at golden pancakes, I can't refuse. I took a bite of the pancake and left a fragrance in my mouth. I am so happy to have a bite of pancakes at this "cold and hunger" time.

One afternoon, my mother and I walked home from the library, and the originally sunny sky was suddenly covered with a layer of fog and gloomy. Soon, it began to rain lightly. My mother and I are walking in the street. Fortunately, we brought an umbrella, so we won't get wet. We walked in the rain like this, but the rain didn't rain on me. I turned around and found my umbrella leaning towards me. I didn't get a drop of rain, but my mother's right side was soaked. I felt a warm current flowing through my heart, and I thought, at that moment, I was very happy.

I want to thank my uncle who sells pancakes and my favorite mother, who told me what happiness is.

At this moment, I want to say that I am very happy.

What was the composition at that moment? 600 words 10.

If happiness is a flower, it will bloom as early as that moment whenever that warm moment comes.

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Happy moments in the yard

I lived with my grandmother when I was a child. I will always remember that afternoon, when the sun shone into the small yard, the flowers on campus were in full bloom, and butterflies and bees were playing in it. I have black hair and let my grandmother comb my hair. Although I 15 years old, I still love to be spoiled. Grandma agreed, each with a small bench, and I sat quietly. Grandma carefully combed my hair, one by one, combing the sunshine and love bit by bit. After combing, I smiled mischievously with braids, and grandma smiled kindly, and the flowers of happiness bloomed at that moment.

Happy moments in the rain

Go to school in the afternoon, the weather is bad, the ants move, and Yaner flies low to convey the news. The sky was gloomy, and suddenly a white light flashed across the night sky, followed by deafening thunder, and the rain fell from the sky without waiting for a moment. "Bell-"after school, but I didn't bring my umbrella, so I sat helplessly on the board and waited. Soon I saw a familiar figure among my parents-dad. Tears streaming down my face, I took the rain gear handed over by my father and rode home with my father. It keeps raining and my heart keeps warm. My father and I were speechless all the way, but I can feel that there are thousands of words in each other's hearts, and we feel each other. At that moment in the rain, the flower of happiness bloomed again.

Happy event after fever has gone down.

Somehow, my mother had a high fever, went to the hospital for examination and prescribed several drugs, but the effect was not obvious. It's only a little lower, and my mother still feels bad. I have been sitting next to her at this time, just like when I was a child, I had a fever and she sat next to me. I give medicine bit by bit and take care of my mother. Time passed little by little, and the efforts paid off. My mother's fever is all gone. I jumped three feet when I saw the normal temperature of the thermometer. My mother said with tears, "My daughter has grown up." The flower of happiness bloomed at that moment.

Happiness is like a flower, with too many unforgettable moments. May the flower of happiness bloom in every corner of the world.

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