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(fill in adjectives) composition

That man touched me.

That man is unforgettable to me.

That man really fascinates me. The composition is 600 words. That man really makes me speechless. I have a smart and lovely puppy at home, but it left me forever because of my unintentional behavior.

That day, I found that a bottle of potions at home was actually called "Big Mac", and I thought to myself, "Big Mac", will it really become a monster after drinking it? It was interesting to try, but my eyes searched around and stopped on the puppy resting against the wall. So I quickly poured out some medicine from the bottle in the food bowl and put it in front of the puppy hopefully. The puppy sniffed and wagged its tail, and seemed to drink these potions happily. In the afternoon, the puppy vomited inexplicably. Grandma asked me if the puppy had eaten the instructions, so I had to explain everything in the morning. That's a herbicide. Dogs will die if they drink it! "When I heard this, my eyes were stunned. Grandpa came to give the puppy the antidote, but to no avail, the puppy was still vomiting in pain. ...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, I heard the dog barking in pain again, but what can I do? I looked at it transfixed and looked at the tears in its eyes. I stood up and brought a bowl of its favorite broth to the kitchen, but the puppy was dying. It twitched painfully, and some yellow water came out of its mouth, slowly stopping breathing, but its eyes were still open, as if it didn't want to leave this world like this. ...

I stroked the puppy gently, and I was utterly confused. I'm so stupid. Why would I kill a puppy like this? I am really incompetent. Why can't I think of a way to save this dying puppy ... my heart is suffering in pain. At this moment, I really wish I could be severely beaten by a ruthless whip and shed tears helplessly. ...

That person, I will never forget the last person in my composition, and I will never forget it.

Time is like fine sand, which slips away inadvertently. In my mind's memory, countless people or things hurried by. However, I will never forget the old man I met by chance.

It's cloudy, it's getting late, and there are strong winds on the road from time to time, so people who are fascinated by dust can't open their eyes. I hurried home from school and accidentally found a man sitting in an alley on my right. Looking closely, it turned out that an old man was setting up a stall to sell things. He is skinny, with gray hair and a brown hat. He curled up tightly, and his thin clothes wrapped him tightly.

Looking at the thin figure of the old man, I feel sorry for the old man inexplicably, and curiosity encourages me to move forward. I turned into the alley with my head down, and my eyes glanced at the trinkets on the stall. Suddenly, a delicate red pin came into view. It was a heart-shaped pin with a silver-white chain hanging on it, which was particularly dazzling in the dim light. I was attracted by it and pointed to it to ask the price. The old man picked up the pin with a hand as thin as a branch, looked up and smiled and replied, "Little girl, do you want to buy it?" Only five yuan. "When my eyes touched the old man's face, I suddenly got an electric shock, and I was shocked. What a shriveled face it is, wrinkled like orange peel, with a long scar hanging on its yellow face. Looking at this face that had obviously experienced burns, I was a little at a loss and replied hesitantly, "I ... I don't have enough money ..." This inexplicable fear and anxiety suddenly spread in my heart, prompting me to leave the alley. When I left, I glanced at the old man in a hurry, and my eyes were full of disappointment …

Walking on the wide street, a fashionable and simple shop once again attracted me. As soon as I pushed the door, soft heating came at me with sweet pop songs. In this harmonious atmosphere, I appreciate the trinkets in the glass box. At this time, I accidentally found a red heart-shaped pin, exactly the same as the one just spread. I was overjoyed and asked, "Aunt, how much is this?" That's a fashionable female boss with heavy makeup. I saw her glance with cold eyes and said stiffly, "Fifteen dollars." I was shocked by it, and it seemed that the old man's thin figure, kind smile and disappointed look appeared again …

Without hesitation, I ran out of the shop and into the alley, where I saw the old man shivering in the autumn wind. I walked fast and bought a red pin. The old man was surprised to see me back. He smiled with relief. Looking at the wrinkled face of the old man, I couldn't help saying, "Grandpa, this pin costs fifteen yuan, and everyone else will buy it." The old man looked at me in surprise at first, and then smiled: "It's not worth it."

My eyes are moist. What a simple old man. After the disaster, he chose to stand on his own feet. He chose sincerity in the face of money.

In a blink of an eye, it is autumn again. In the bleak autumn wind, I miss the old man who impressed me deeply. His childlike heart will always touch me.

Composition "Who Made Me" (fill in adjectives) (more than 600) I am now a sixth-grade student, but the number of teachers who have taught me is amazing, but the teacher I admire most is Gu Ying, the Chinese teacher who has taught me for the longest time. She has been teaching me from grade one to grade four for four years. Miss Gu Ying is tall with charming eyes, but full of energy, just like the Monkey King in The Journey to the West. As long as I make a small gesture, her big eyes stare at me and she feels uncomfortable all over. Although Miss Gu stopped teaching us when I was in the fifth grade, I learned what modesty and simplicity are from her teaching methods. I remember once, after Chinese class, Mr. Gu assigned a family composition, and I was lazy again, scribbling a few perfunctory words. The next day, I was discovered by the ancient teacher as usual, alas! I really want people to know unless I have to do it myself! I had to bite the bullet and walk into the "student prison"-the teacher's office. Unexpectedly, Mr. Gu moved a chair to sit me down, and then smiled and said to me, "Where did you wander last night?" ""I, I have diarrhea, "I replied in a mosquito-like voice." What happened to your stomach? Why is it always recurring periodically! "Gu teacher's eyes became worried. As soon as I heard this, I felt a rabbit in my heart. My heart is pounding and I dare not look up. I mumbled for a long time and couldn't even say a whole sentence. Teacher Gu looked at me like this, and she understood in her heart, "I think you are afraid of China people!" "Well, I ..." Chinese is used a lot. Now you write notes, leave messages, take notes and so on. What summaries, reports and papers are you going to write in the future? Do you think, which one can leave China? Chinese is the mother tongue of China people. We must learn how to keep a house. How can you build the motherland without Chinese? " Yes, what can I say after listening to Mr. Gu's earnest words? I saw Mr. Gu go to the bookshelf, pick up a book that had already been selected, and then come to me. He touched my head kindly and said to me, "The teacher gave you a good book. Go back and read it well. If you don't understand anything, just ask me. This schoolbag will cure your stomach trouble. " I nodded sincerely. Teacher Gu is your inculcation, which enlightened me to truly understand the ocean of knowledge. Since then, I have understood every leaf, every colorful cloud and every spray. Ah! Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers' kindness is as deep as the sea. The name engraved on the board may not last forever, and the name engraved on the stone may not last forever, but your name engraved in our hearts will truly last forever!

That man made me write such a good composition. We had arrived in my hometown before the snowstorm in the south, but when we were ready to return to Beijing, a snowstorm came. The eaves and branches are covered with snow; The biting wind is howling every night.

My parents and I packed our luggage, braving the heavy snow and sliding on the road, carrying our luggage to the railway station.

The railway station was crowded with people. Because the railway is frozen, the train can't run, and the railway workers are stepping up their efforts to shovel ice. At this moment, I saw her through the window.

She is 1. About 5 meters, her skin is a little dark, her nose is round, her eyes are big and her crow's feet are thin, which shows that she has "run for four". Her lips were purple and kept trembling. I could see that she was cold and still gritting her teeth. She tried to deice with a shovel much longer than her. However, ruthless ice seems to be playing with her. She just shoveled off a little ice residue, and when the wind blew, it snowed and froze again. She clenched the shovel, took a deep breath and poked it hard. Oh, no! The ice was so slippery that she fell to the ground with a shovel and her nose was bleeding, but she wiped it with the back of her hand as if nothing had happened, and then picked up the shovel to shovel the ice. She stabbed the shovel again with all her strength. This time, her persistence touched God-the ice cracked and she squatted down to dry it.

That man, let me remember deeply. This semester, students in our class will take Siwei class. I am very interested in thinking class, so I asked Xiao Zhigang to join me. He readily agreed, and Teacher Yu asked us to take it.

During these three days, we all used our spare time to prepare class materials.

On the fourth day, Spiban arrived. Xiao Zhigang and I went to class with confidence. We found some animated pictures from the internet, including the black cat sheriff and the East China Sea Dragon King ... and then put some funny words next to the characters in the pictures, "The thief invited me to dinner, and I thought: It doesn't matter if there are many people without me anyway!" This is what sheriff black cat said ... in this way, it adds a little fun to the class. "Please turn to the next page." "Zhang Hang is harsh, please answer." ..... The two of us talked, talked and discussed one after another. The students are actively thinking and scrambling to answer. Their performance is really good! Very! Very! Very good! My hands are all in a ball. We are all very happy to see the students listening so carefully! It's getting stronger! I thought to myself: we go to school so well, how many flowers will the teacher add to us?

Nail the clock! Nail the clock! Class is over! We got it, too, and we got three little red flowers. All right! I'll go next time!

Let the people I care about miss a flower in the twelfth lunar month; June is a person.

June seems to have entered the early summer. There is a sense of tension under the scorching sun, and the day at 3: 00 is even more urgent. 6. The day of10 passed quietly and without stopping. Seemingly dull, in fact. ...

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Thirteen years ago, my mother, who was humiliated by my grandmother at home, took me back to her home. Looking at my sad mother, my heart became cold. Since then, indifference has become my normal state. Thirteen years of refusing people thousands of miles away, tears dried up and my heart died.

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Everything has changed since this lovely little girl came into my life. The sun shines on the earth, melting the hard ice and reinvigorating a stagnant heart.

It was she who taught me to see the world with the eyes that found beauty; She taught me to face life with a smile. It is she who makes me feel warm. Maybe she is the goddess of hope in my dream!

This June, she will leave me early, and her heart door that has been closed for thirteen years will suddenly open with trembling. Tears that have been sleeping for thirteen years finally shed uncontrollably. Pretending to be strong is often not strong enough, but this time she taught me to be optimistic and open-minded. My world has more joy and dreams with her, even tears are sweet!

Composition _ _ _ _ Spring (fill in the blanks with adjectives) Poetic spring. Spring in the north. Spring ball in winter (faint) sad spring

Spring is spring in spring.

Spring is the spring of the Spring Festival. The children rolled around like a pile of carrots. They have more money in their pockets and more firecrackers, and their eyes are looking around. The snow in the firewood pile turned the child's face red. When the Spring Festival comes, it is naturally enriched by the steam in the kitchen. People collectively put on the same expression: longing, shopping, keeping appointments, and fatigue. Below is the heroic expression, which is the expression of the Spring Festival. A little white dog peed on the wheel to mark it. After a while, the car left. Where can I find this sign? Confused puppy during the Spring Festival. The Spring Festival is a summary commendation meeting, cooking meeting, fashion conference and project planning meeting held by every household. The participants are all citizens.

Spring is the spring in Chun Xue. The snow in the first month is a generous gift from heaven to the earth. If it is half a foot thick, spring wheat will have a warm thick quilt. Snow land, Heilongjiang Province into a fairy tale, Jilin Province into a print, Liaoning snow for a few days, the temperature is high. Chun Xue falls, with an umbrella wing, and rotates downward, wrapping the hay crystal clear. The snow on the roof was illuminated by the sun into jagged and dazzling eaves ice, which dripped and extended.

Spring is the spring of vernal equinox. Every year on March 2 1 or so, the sun reaches the zero degree of the yellow meridian, which is even day and night, cold and summer are flat, and yin and yang are evenly divided. At noon on this day, at the moment when the sun sets, it is regarded by astronomy as the beginning of spring in the northern hemisphere. Baoding agricultural proverb sings: Wheat from the vernal equinox, a moment is worth a thousand dollars.

Spring is the spring of spring water. Yu Xin's Ge Yanxing: "Luoyang is full of gossamer, and the Yellow River wears thousands of pieces of spring ice." Spring ice is as thin as cicada's wings. Pick up a piece and put it in your palm, revealing a bright red palm print, like glass. Ir contracts into water. The spring water is vast, and it goes over mountains and mountains. Old bandits from Northeast China came out to break the ice. Peach blossom water comes down, and ice blocks the river, affecting raft transportation. The merchants asked the bearded robber to remove the ice. The bandits drank wine, put ice and set up wooden poles. Bang, the ice leaked into the river. Beards either disappear forever, or climb ashore from somewhere to earn money for their own lives. Most rivers, ice water, such as fish in a pot, are brittle and broken. My feeling is that the ice melts faster at night in spring than during the day. Peach blossoms come in spring, falling red and boarding thin ice. Think of Li Jinhui's taohuajiang: "Some people say, say what? Taohuajiang is a scenic spot. Thousands of peach blossoms are not as beautiful as many beauties. "

Spring is the spring of spring grass. Willow branches practice calligraphy on the river, and the words are erased by ripples. Unconsciously, many words appeared on the ground, and even pieces were cursive. They are grass in spring. Grass is a spring letter, full of articles, dipped in green ink, written to the ends of the earth Some people say that painting orchids requires calligraphy skills, and "pen" is more demanding, followed by "ink". The pictographic calligraphy of grass, that is, Mi Fei's cursive script, is free and unrestrained. These cursive scripts, called "Spring Reply", are put on the body by the earth as clothes and go to summer.

Spring is spring ploughing. The Spring Festival to worship the land gods has passed. "The shadow of Sang Zhe is scattered in the Spring Festival, and everyone is intoxicated." Spring cattle appear and the water surface rises. Farmers plow whips and swallows fly overhead. The cultivators began to get busy and put the grain from the field into the barn. Spring ploughing is the first day.

Spring is spring. In the Tang dynasty, wine was called spring, "soft foot spring" and "long head spring". Quyi circles call cross talk spring, "It is better to give a gold ingot than a spring". In the Book of Songs, the yearning for the opposite sex is spring, and "a woman falls in love with spring". In the eyes of nature, only spring is spring. Du Fu's poem "Twelfth Moon" says: "Snow invading the mausoleum belongs to the day lily, and there are seeds in spring." Spring is spring, so everything is sprouting, and a new round of four seasons has begun. Spring is called the sky because the sky is in a good mood, rivers and storms are warm and steady, and catkins fly around without making God angry. In spring, the orchestra should play in the fields. Borodin's "On the Prairie of Central Asia" or dvorak's "Slavic Dance" are both vast and profound, and the fields spit out sweet breath. In spring, the earth's chest is moist and surging, which makes it grow, wake up from hibernation, make flowers stand in rows of butterflies on hard branches, and let children in rural schools read aloud.

Teacher (gentle): Chun ...

Child (stubborn): Spring!

Teacher (straight man): Spring in spring. ...

Child (strongly): Spring in spring!

The shouts were too loud, the birds under the eaves began to fly, and the wind came from the Woods to see what was happening here.