On that day, Sun wrote exactly 800 words, 10 articles.

The focus of pre-practice before writing is to guide and help students to correctly say what they want to write in Chinese according to the requirements of a composition. Next, I will bring you the sunshine of that day and write 800 words. I hope you like it!

On that day, the sun just wrote 800 words, 1.

I look up at the sky and yearn for the sunshine, but I don't know that the sunshine is always by my side: I look forward to eternal warmth, but I don't know that there is always love and care from others around me. It was a sunny day.

My parents have been concerned about my growth. Every day's hard work makes years carve rings on their faces. I feel sorry for them, but they have no regrets. My clothes are the latest, and theirs are old and monotonous. I eat the best and know them well. When I am not at home, I only eat leftovers for dinner.

I'm looking forward to sunny days. My parents and I play carefree under the blue sky. Their faces are not worried or anxious, but full of happiness and joy. The sun shines on the faces of three people, and the affection passes through the sun and lingers in front of everyone.

Turning the corner of Lu Yu, the teacher is looking forward to caring for my growth. Every day at school is sunny because there are teachers I admire. I can't forget that serious and kind face. You answer every question. Every time I am discouraged, you give me encouragement, and the seeds in my heart are quietly sprouting. A leaf, a flower, a wisp of fragrance reverberates in my heart, full of upward power.

I look forward to sunny days, teacher. You will accompany me to swim in the ocean of knowledge. My heart will open to you. Sunshine will convey your communication with me, and your persuasion will benefit me for life. The road signs are always drawn by friends.

My closest friend in junior high school for three years belongs to you. Recalling our laughter, I always don't know how to express it. We don't communicate much, but we know each other's thoughts. That's us. A friend in need, an emotional confidant, there is no other word to express my gratitude. Every moment with you, I am very satisfied.

I believe it was a sunny day. We walked side by side on the beach, with cheerful music in our footprints and songs of friendship singing in the warm sunshine.

Memories are not bubbles, how can they be easily broken? After three years of hard work, parents, teachers and friends are indispensable. I look forward to those sunny days and walk in my direction with these good wishes. I believe that the sun will shine ahead and that day will last forever.

That day, the sun just wrote 800 words.

The weather is good, the bus platform is warmly basking in the bright sunshine, and I am lazy, my parents. We sat on a bench waiting for the bus, and on another log bench sat a man and a woman, two blond foreigners. They seem to be discussing something. They just sat on the bench for a while, and then the inspector looked at the bus stop.

Cannot find the platform? I think so. I have encountered this situation several times since I came to Suzhou.

"Can you help me?" As expected, the foreign lady leaned up to her father, jabbered a long list of English, and then handed it to her mobile phone. Fortunately, I can make up my English. I tried to translate it, meaning "can you help me find this address?" She changed her Apple phone to the China version and asked her father to help her make Didi Express. Dad took the hotel business card she gave him and began to complete this important "task", but no one took the order. I am also worried about foreign friends for 50 minutes, but maybe because it is a foreign number, the driver is confused and unwilling to take the order.

We failed to help them get a taxi. I'm really sorry.

109 The bus came and they decided to take it. They thanked us and left, anxiously watching them striding with long legs to the stopped 109. There is an old man in his sixties and seventies who wants to get on the bus. He is carrying a big plastic box in his left hand, a brown bag in his right arm, a big black bag on his back and a suitcase in his hand, and he is struggling to move to the bus door. The foreign man noticed the old man, stepped forward quickly, reached out and took the old man's arm very gentlemanly, helped him carry the box, and got on the bus step by step. It seems that the old people have not recovered from this "international support", and the bus driver's eyes have been staring at them and seem to be moved by this scene. Wave and tell them they don't have to pay.

The car door slammed, and they left me a bright back in the warm morning light.

They are in great need of help, but they have not forgotten to lend a helping hand to the elderly in trouble!

At this time, I regret that we failed to help them. That day, the sun was really good. My eyes followed the green bus 109 for a long time. I silently wish foreign friends to find their hotels as soon as possible.

On that day, the sun just wrote 800 words 3.

Who has never had a sunny day? In the past days, those memories still shine like the brilliance reflected by precious stones, sometimes making people laugh and sometimes making people sad.

The yellow leaves fluttered slightly, the clear Shui Ying on the tree made a dizzy sound, and the chirping birds came down. But the gray yellow in the distance is so eye-catching, it is a sparrow! Its delicate and plump wings are stained with gray dust, and the passing traffic and noisy sound in front of it become the background at the moment. Lonely sparrows open their mouths and stare like pearls. It's still the blue sky, the birds in the sun and the endless traffic, but at the moment I only hear my apologies.

Who hurt this sparrow and who was sad for it? Spring is cool, and the sunshine can't give sparrows a trace of warmth. It can only end its life in such a beautiful afternoon. It beat the asphalt floor with all its strength, only to find that every movement was so painful. Confused and helpless is its mood at this time. I crouched down and stroked its fluff, as gentle as a newborn baby, and the bright sunshine became the last sight in the eyes of the bird. Indifferent people pass by, and they are not curious about what the girl is doing on the ground.

I put it on a short branch of a tree, just like a bird and its companions playing on the branch. Suddenly, I seemed to hear a plaintive cry, full of helplessness and nostalgia. It turns out that animals don't want to die in such beautiful weather. People laughed and bathed in warm yellow sunshine. He lived a yellowish life, but he couldn't sing aloud.

I still remember that in the afternoon when I first met these birds, they played tirelessly, followed by a yellow-billed bird. Even though its thin body makes it look a little backward, it just beats its wings to catch up. When I met this bird, I only remembered its gorgeous feathers and lively posture, but I didn't find a feather missing from its tail. At this time, it grew up, its wings were fuller, but the gap at its tail was bigger.

This yellowish life is over, and that day, the sun is shining.

Birds fly low in the bright sunshine, but never see that tenacious life again.

That day, the sun just wrote 800 words.

"You are so hypocritical!"

I yelled at him in front of the whole class. As expected, the teacher severely criticized me afterwards, and the gloomy sky outside the window was as restless as my mood.

This "hypocritical little man" will only complain to the teacher. Originally, I wanted to play more games during the sports meeting, so I played basketball outside the classroom and was having a good time. He came over and said that he couldn't shoot, which violated the school rules and regulations. He also said that it would affect other students' study. Who is this? I ignored him when he came to tell me what to do. Unexpectedly, when the teacher came to class this morning, he actually sued me, which made me so ashamed. Now I hate him!

School sports meeting, I have a 1500 long-distance race in the afternoon.

When the time came, the hoarse voice on the radio shouted, "Runners who participated in the1500m race, please gather on the playground.". My classmates and I passed by, standing there bored, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the cheerleaders and the people I quarreled with. I think my eyes must be full of contempt.

Soon, we will be on the court, and I am in the second group. After the warm-up, the referee gave the order and we rushed up quickly. The first lap was easy, and I was second.

On the third lap, I felt exhausted, every pore was constantly expanding and roaring, and there was no light in the gloomy sky. Gradually I became the fourth, the fifth …

"You look yo, isn't that summer classmate? Why are you still running after running so much? Give up. " On the track, there are some voices from time to time, and I am thinking: am I that ugly? These people really have no quality, do not know how to encourage others, and do not consider the feelings of others at all. I believe I can still do it myself. I will work hard and struggle. But my steps are heavy, and it's hard to get up.

I'm ready to give up. Suddenly, "Come on, come on, I believe you can stick to it", and people who have "enemies" with me are with me, running with me and encouraging me. I'm too lazy to talk to you. After all, you embarrassed me.

Come on, have a drink and moisten your mouth. He handed me a bottle of water.

Will you answer it? I hesitated to answer it. After all, we are very unhappy about what happened this morning, but we can't answer. Now my throat is going to smoke, which makes me feel terrible. Well, I'd better take it.

But what I didn't expect was that he followed me around, shouting "Come on" as he ran. With his company, he breathes smoothly and people are not upset.

The sun finally passed through the clouds and the whole sky was bright. Finally, from sixth to fifth, it became fourth. At the last moment of sprinting across the line, I felt weak all over. I wanted to fall asleep, but I saw him rushing to help me and dragging me forward.

"Hey, you did the right thing this morning. You really deserve to be remembered, and I deserve to learn from you. " I told him sincerely.

At this moment, the sunshine is just right, warm, shining on us, very comfortable.

On that day, the sun just wrote 800 words and 5 words.

Autumn in October, autumn proudly slipped away, tiptoed across the top of the tree, dyed large maple leaves red, and then flew over the valley in clusters and spread to the river. This National Day, my parents and I went to Jiaohe Red Gu Ye along the autumn journey.

Jiaohe Red Gu Ye is a valley in Laoyeling of Changbai Mountain, located in the Qingling Scenic Area of Lafashan National Forest Park, where there are red leaves and birch trees.

There is a little mist in the air in the early morning. Our family set out very early, and tomorrow, the sun will shine all over the earth from Ran Ran in the east. Standing on the path in the forest, I leaned over and took a look. On the tender grass swaying slightly, the glittering and translucent jade dew shines with colorful light, like the epitome of a rainbow. Looking around again, people who visited and enjoyed the scenery that day were all filled with smiles. The weather is warm and the beautiful scenery is bright and bright.

Before long, the fog dispersed everywhere, and even the clouds on the horizon seemed to be tinged with pink. At the moment, the sky is like a cocktail with three layers: the distance is jewel-like blue, clear and clean; The middle is orange, which softens the excessive rigidity; Up close, it is as red as fire, warm and bright. Although the sun has risen, it is not weak at all. Looking up, it looks like a silk thread sprinkled by a fairy on a maple leaf, soft and dazzling.

I went up with my parents. On both sides of the road are large maple forests, just like burning flames, which dyed the sky red. Stand on tiptoe and watch carefully. Maple leaves are delicate and delicate. Walking towards the path, strolling on the yellow land covered with fallen leaves, light yellow, orange yellow, light purple, dark pink ... one after another is delicate and charming, which is in harmony with a layer of maple leaves on the ground.

The autumn wind swept away and the maple leaves fell one after another. I raised my palm above my eyes and looked up. Sunlight is like a silk thread carrying maple leaves, connecting them in series. I saw some maple leaves dancing like butterflies, some spreading their wings like orioles, and some flying up and down like swallows. Like a fairyland.

At noon, we found an empty meadow, covered it with a floral tablecloth and began to have a picnic. The sun shines on the bowl, coating the cold food with a layer of Phnom Penh.

Afternoon is better. I lay on my back on the grass and the breeze blew. Soon, my body was covered with a layer of red, as if I were afraid that my cold maple leaves would cover me with leaves. Looking down, I picked out a complete maple leaf from my body and held it in my hand for careful observation: it was shaped like a small and exquisite fan and a big tail of an anchovy. The thick petiole is like the big hairy tail of a squirrel, with a hint of green in the red; Smell it carefully, and you can smell its earthy fragrance, which is refreshing.

Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote: "It is late to stop and sit in the maple forest, and the frost leaves are red in February." Maple leaves are like "flying flames across the sky" in the sun.

Standing in the maple leaf forest, I can't help but sigh sincerely in my heart; How these maple leaves are like the great rivers and mountains of the motherland! Vibrant, prosperous and peaceful!

That day, the sun just wrote 800 words.

The breeze in late spring and early summer reflects the warm sunshine, giving people a warm feeling.

At about 2: 00 p.m.10, the girl wrapped herself in a fat school uniform and swallowed her hands with long sleeves. The warm wind messed up her bangs, and she reached out to take care of it, complaining in a low voice about the wind.

Walking on the basketball court with girlfriends, girls have been rolling their eyes at their bangs for fear that a gust of wind will blow it into a chicken nest.

Wandering around the basketball court for a short time before the bell rings every day, as if looking for someone. However, they didn't. They are just tired of stinking classrooms that don't open windows at noon.

But later, the girl met the boy. The boy was pressed by the girl's boyfriend's shoulder, and the two of them swayed like girls. The girl's boyfriend recognized the boy, and the girl said happily, "It was you!" " The boy replied in a less dull tone, "I finally met you in person." The boy smiled and the girl's heart seemed to be touched by something.

The girl never thought or expected to have a love. She is like a frog at the bottom of a well, looking at the sky the size of a wellhead, feeling perfect and satisfied.

But since I met that boy, the girl has a little idea of jumping out of the well and looking at the whole sky.

After that, girls began to learn to communicate, learn to get rid of bad temper, learn to speak politely, and learn to be a girl. She is no longer noisy, no longer swearing, and no longer crazy every day. She really became a girl.

It's all because of boys.

Girls know that they must be in love with boys, and they like and dislike them only for a moment. If her heart is touched, I'm afraid it's hard to go back to her original position.

Girls begin to know the people around boys, like to inquire about boys' news, like to watch boys play basketball on the playground or by the window every day, like to take the same road with boys at school every morning to respond to his good morning, and like to arrange some greetings occasionally.

After about half a semester, girls are ready to confess to boys. The girl is a stupid person. She can't keep this secret that only she knows.

On the day of confession, the last class in the afternoon is free activities. The girl wants to tell the boy the phrase "I like you" that has been in her heart for half a semester, but who knows ... the boy doesn't even want to see the girl once. The girl pressed the phrase "I like you" in her heart, and when the boy walked out of the school gate, she said to the boy word by word: "I really want you to see me before, let you see myself and see what I have changed." The girl turned and left. The evening breeze blew, and the girl didn't reach out to ignore the bangs that had been blown away. A word flooded into her heart: "maybe the sun was just right that day, and the breeze was not dry. You were just laughing, so I was tempted." But now, thank you for taking me away from my life. "

Someone will always appear in your life, teach you something, and then turn around and leave your world.

That day, the sun just wrote 800 words.

I like sunny days. The sun shines like a diamond. Shining on branches and roofs. In the crowd coming and going, everyone's head is stained with warm colors like sunshine and shines. Rich or poor, the sun shines on them forever.

The old woman who makes mung bean porridge launched her stall early in the morning.

I saw it. The footsteps habitually go there. Suddenly I saw a ray of sunshine and slowly climbed up the old woman's stall. Grandma's booth is in the shade. Locals say that as long as you eat a bowl of mung bean porridge here, you can not only feel the feeling that your taste buds are covered with coolness, but also enjoy the cool in the shade and enjoy the warm feeling of the summer breeze brushing your cheeks, not to mention how comfortable it is. I bought a bowl of mung bean porridge and sat on the wooden stool, watching people coming and going and enjoying the scenery on the roadside.

Sunlight shines through the cracks in the leaves on the grandmother and her stall, and the branches and leaves of the big trees sway in the air with the breeze; Clouds float lazily in the sky, like being brushed by a painter, reflecting the color of the blue sky. The little daisies in the roadside weeds give off a refreshing fragrance.

Inadvertently, a sunny leaf passed by my eyes. This made me turn my eyes to a worker who seems to have just returned from work at the construction site. He was covered in mud, his hair was messy by the wind, and he looked very tired. People who saw him walked around in succession, and they also showed disgust. I saw him walking towards the old woman's stall. Many people saw him and moved their stools far away from him. Of course, I am no exception.

I only heard his rich and tired voice say to the grandmother, "A bowl of mung bean porridge, thank you."

Grandma said, "Five dollars."

He paused for a moment, then took out some crumpled dollars from his trouser pocket with his rough big hands that could be clearly seen in the distance.

He is counting.

After a while, he seemed a little embarrassed and said to her, "sorry, I, I don't have five dollars." Otherwise, next time, I will supply you again. " He touched the back of his head.

Grandma thought thoughtfully for a while and said, "Nothing. There is no need to give money. " A puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"I have a habit that every 100 guests can eat mung bean porridge for free." "Are you? Well, thank you grandma! " There was a smile on his dark face.

Warm sunshine rushed into the bowl filled with mung bean porridge, and bundles of sunshine reflected on grandma's stall. Sunshine leaves its warmth in mung bean porridge and blends with the cold water.

No one noticed that the sunshine flowed into his heart. The sun shines on the kind grandmother, leaving traces of the sun on her. The sunshine is so warm and bright.

On that day, the sun was just right.

In life, there is always a person who moistens the hearts of others with the warmth of sunshine. No matter poor, rich or ordinary people, they can meet this beautiful person like sunshine. Sunshine is powerful and healing, and those who have been loved by sunshine will always remember it.

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