Not far away, you write a composition.

1. Search for a 600-word composition about happiness. One day, I asked my mother, "Where is happiness?" How can I find her? "Mom smiled and said," Happiness is a kind of happiness. You need to feel her with your heart. "I decided to find the footprints of happiness by myself.

Where is happiness? Where is happiness? When I came to the fish pond behind my house, I saw an old man fishing a big fish, and his face was full of joy.

Where is happiness? Where is happiness? Walking through the fish pond, I came to Tanobe and saw two farmers picking vegetables. Looking at the baskets of green vegetables, the farmer's uncle smiled on his face.

Where is happiness? Where is happiness? Across the field, I came to the school playground and saw some students playing football, some running and some skipping ... The students jumped and ran, and the playground was full of vitality.

Where is happiness? Where is happiness? Walk along the fence outside the playground and you will soon return to your community. I saw my friends playing hide-and-seek, water fights and skateboarding ... they had a good time!

Where is happiness? Where is happiness? It's time for dinner. When I got home, my mother was cooking delicious food, and her face was full of smiles. I asked my mother, "Why are you so happy today?" Mother said, "My baby's recent painting was praised by the teacher again. Of course I'm happy! " "After listening to my mother, I was elated.

Oh! I found happiness. It turns out that happiness lies in grandpa's fishing rod, in the field of hope, in the happy playground, in the happy community, in the warm home, in the hearts of all of us!

2. I still remember that evening, the back left behind was full of vicissitudes, so hard.

I grew up in my grandmother's house. When I was growing up, my parents rarely appeared. At that time, I would cry for my parents. Grandma always says, "Mom and Dad will come to see you soon. Be good." I always believed it, but they still appeared so many times. Gradually, I learned not to cry or make trouble. I gradually don't care when my parents can come to see me. When I grow up, I can go back to my parents, but I have learned badly. I began to complain that my parents were not with me when I was a child. I almost said, "Where did you go when I was young? Why did you come to my side when I didn't want to rely on you anymore? I don't need it now, you know? "

That night, after my father sent me to school, the back of his departure made me feel sad involuntarily. I know everything. My father's love for me is unpredictable. It's hard to see him working. I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I love you".

I can't forget that back, that vicissitudes of life, that heavy-footed back. Dad, although I never said it, I really love you!

Write a 600-word composition for you who passed away. It was a warm night and a noisy night, but I was so cold and my heart was empty. Even such a wonderful night scene can't make me realize from my sadness.

For so long, so long, I know I thought I had you. Now I understand that you left me a long time ago and may never come back to me. I used to care about you, and I still do.

When I was young and naive, I said that even if the whole world was gone, I would feel at ease as long as I had you. I cried for you again and again until my eyes were red and swollen, only to find that you would never come back to me easily again.

In the dark and silent night, under the towering trees, I stepped on the mottled shadows, looked at the fireflies with faint light on the ground sadly, sobbed quietly, and my heart ached, so that I could grieve for you. You left, but my heart went with you.

My heart is empty, and I no longer understand what I want. Everything, everything, let's go! I don't care anymore! In this world, besides you, what else should I care about? Let's go, let's go! Leave me! Leave me alone! I am so small and insignificant in your hearts.

I see. Don't say anything more. I will walk away very carefully.

But, you! Are you far away? What time are you coming back? Come back early, I will always be here waiting for you.

4. Write a 600-word composition for your passing away. It was a warm night and a noisy night, but I was so cold and my heart was empty. Even such a wonderful night scene can't make me realize from my sadness. For so long, so long, I know I thought I had you. Now I understand that you left me a long time ago and may never come back to me.

I used to care about you, and I still do. When I was young and naive, I said that even if the whole world was gone, I would feel at ease as long as I had you.

I cried for you again and again until my eyes were red and swollen, only to find that you would never come back to me easily again.

In the dark and silent night, under the towering trees, I stepped on the mottled shadows, looked at the fireflies with faint light on the ground sadly, sobbed quietly, and my heart ached, so that I could grieve for you.

You left, but my heart went with you. My heart is empty, and I no longer understand what I want.

Everything, everything, let's go! I don't care anymore! In this world, besides you, what else should I care about?

Let's go, let's go! Leave me! Leave me alone! I am so small and insignificant in your hearts. I see. Don't say anything more. I will walk away very carefully.

But, you!

Are you far away? What time are you coming back? Come back early, I will always wait for you here.

5. Composition, fading, semi-propositional composition, 600 words, fading years of second-grade composition.

I went to the library by bike.

Although it is autumn, the weather is still as hot as summer. When the sun is scorching overhead, you can only squint and vaguely see the colorful light beam formed by the sun, and there are a few threads of dust mixed in it. I spilled it all over my face There are few people on the road, my car rides very fast, the wind blows from my ear, and occasionally a few unknown leaves and hair sweep behind my head, which is comfortable and pleasant.

The area around Xinhua Bookstore is very busy. I felt quiet around just now, and it was really noisy when I got there. My heart has become very impetuous. Go upstairs as soon as possible. The light gradually weakened, and finally dimmed. Very soft light and rich book fragrance gave off an antique flavor. The quiet environment and the outside seem to be two worlds, which reminds me of peace and comfort. I took a book at hand, sat in a quiet corner, looked through it quietly and saw a bookmark, which was a forest. A girl with long hair and a black cat walked side by side to the depths of the forest. I didn't think much about it, but I was attracted by it. The uneasy heart gradually calmed down. I like dried flowers made of platycodon grandiflorum. If you put them in a book, you will have a faint bitterness. You'll feel like you're floating when you suck and suck.

Han Xiao said that I chose books with great personality, so should I. I usually pay attention to love at first sight when I take books. I glanced at some books and left. And the contents of books are generally considerable. Actually, I just like the title or the cover. Maybe some people think it's harmless, but for me, a book I don't like must not be read seriously.

Today, I didn't read as usual. It's quiet here, and everyone pays attention to it. There should be no reason to be restless. I really can't do it without being distracted. Staring out of the window, it is no wonder that there is no air conditioning, but there is no direct sunlight, which is very cool. It turns out that there is a very tall locust tree with green and black leaves, and the locust trees in other places have already withered. It seems that this place has just blossomed. I saw the window open and went over. Yes, it is Sophora japonica. It is in full bloom, pink, and even the air has dissolved into its faint fragrance. My heart became calm, and I went back to look for books.

Hearing a whisper, because of the silence, a little noise seems to break the silence. I couldn't help walking to the "origin" of the sound and saw some children sitting on the ground reading comic books. Gather together to get the book, the little boy with a confused face must be thinking that such a big man still reads comic books. I smiled at him, then turned and left.

I made Crayon Shinchan. Still childlike, this boy laughed to death. The library needs to be quiet. )

I feel that after reading it for a long time, I simply put the book I just took into a plastic bag and came out.

The sunshine outside seems more rampant than before. The heat in the body is unbearable. I'm like a marshmallow, and I'm about to evaporate.

I bought a bottle of iced mineral water and two crispy cones on the roadside. I poured ice water on my hand and patted my face bit by bit. I feel a little swollen. The last point was dropped in the eye on purpose. There are a few drops of water hanging on the eyelashes, swaying in the sun. Crystal clear, sparkling, reflecting sunlight.

Flying in the bustling street with an egg cone.

6. Write a composition with happiness never far away, please keep it simple, so that you can be more friendly to others and less indifferent and numb; Please keep a simple one, so that you can have more happiness and less mental fatigue in your life; Please keep a simple one, so that you can have more strength to forge ahead and less melodramatic and profound insight into the world of mortals.

Success is the red rose in your dream, and frustration is the acupuncture around you. Happiness is the fruit of your efforts, and sadness is the seed before maturity.

The sky contains every cloud, regardless of its beauty and ugliness, so the sky is vast and boundless. The earth embraces every inch of land, rich or poor, so it belongs to vast expanse.

The ocean accepts every river, big or small, so the ocean is boundless. When Jane Eyre said: "We are equal, I am not a machine without feelings", I understood my self-esteem as a woman. When petofi said, "You can throw them both when you have time", I understood the value of being a human being. When Mr. Lu Xun said, "If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence", I know that people should have the spirit of resistance. When Browning said, "Take away love and the world will become a grave", I understood the importance of giving love to others.

The building stands tall because it has strong pillars, and ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life; Ships sail through the waves because there is a compass to point out the direction, and ideals and beliefs are the compass of life ships; The train goes to Wan Li Road because there are rails to guide it, and ideals and beliefs are the rails on the train of life. What is happiness? Happiness is the face of fruit farmers looking at the fruits covered with branches in the orchard, the touching smiling faces of students in the classroom looking forward to the future, the new eyebrows of scientists in the laboratory, and the tears of athletes looking up at the national flag Ran Ran on the podium.

Happiness is the crystallization of struggle and a monument to hard work. How can we know the value of sunshine avenue without going through rough and muddy difficulties? How can you appreciate the loveliness of sunny days without experiencing snowy nights? How can we feel the joy of victory and success without experiencing the test of setbacks and hardships?

It's not easy to be frustrated and hate you ... happiness is always around you. If you take over the work from your mother and feel warm, that is happiness; If you read a friend's letter under the lamp and taste friendship, it is happiness; If you sit alone in the corner, quietly listening to music and meditating, that is happiness. Some people say that happiness is a mixture of delicacies in star-rated hotels. Some people say that happiness is dancing in the high-end stage hall and moving melody; Some people say that happiness is riding an Audi and a BMW in a crowded street; It is also said that happiness is to stay in the secret room and count stacks of hundred-dollar bills; However, I want to say: having these doesn't necessarily mean really having happiness! Birds in the distance, the eternal concern is the old forest; Wandering boat, always thinking about the harbor; Travelers, whether they come back in a hurry at night or run away from home, are inextricably linked in their hearts and always miss that place or home.

What is happiness? Is it successful and respected? Is it quiet, carefree and carefree? It's a wedding, with children and grandchildren around their knees? I said: happiness is ... life is like a mountain, what matters is not its height, but its beauty; Life is like a rain, what matters is not its size, but its timeliness.

To fill a clear spring, you must pour out the existing old water; To get a rose, you must give up the rose you have; If you want to have a unique experience, you must have mental trauma. Pointing out the country and inspiring words are "heroic and chic". Since God has given talents, let them find jobs! "It is a confident chic," an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue "is a noble chic," Don't break the Loulan "is a tragic chic.

The wind blows over the water, leaving ripples; Sunlight passes through the clouds, leaving a trace of warmth; Years pass through the Woods, leaving rings, my friend, what do we leave behind when we walk on the stage of the times? I hope the sea is calm, but there are often strong winds and bad waves. I wish the rivers would flow for thousands of miles, but there are always eddies and rapids. I hope life is happy, but there are often sadness and sorrow.

The river dries up in winter, and I believe that spring water will come again. At that time, Bai Fan was my idol. The leaves in the wind have withered, and I believe that dreams in the soil will blossom and bear fruit on the branches. The angel's wings were broken and fell to the world, which became our sorrow; Honesty is thrown away and scattered into the world, becoming Satan's wand.

No rouge can smear time, no clothes can hide the soul, and no set of ancient books can decorate emptiness. It may be a mountain that makes you feel majestic, it may be a sea that makes you feel magnificent, it may be a symphony that makes you appreciate the excitement, and it may be a stone carving that makes you understand the majesty.

After experiencing failures and setbacks, I learned to be tough; When I was misunderstood and wronged, I learned to be tolerant; After losing and parting, I learned to cherish. It's not that we have suffered too much, but that we don't understand life; It's not that happiness is too little, but that we don't know how to grasp it.

The sense of responsibility is a model in Zhu Gekongming's works, and it is a public servant monument set up when Kong Fansen ran away from home and his mother's blood spilled on the plateau. The sense of responsibility is Beethoven's symphony of destiny, challenging life and surpassing oneself. Money can buy expensive watches, but it can't buy precious time; Money can buy delicious food, but not a good appetite.

It's a clump of autumn chrysanthemums, and it should also give off fragrance; Is an autumn leaf, but also to decorate the earth; It is cypress, which also supports the blue sky; The ancient well will also flow out of the clear spring. Maternal love is the most sacred, noble and selfless love in the world. She is immersed in everything and fills the world.

Words gave her too much interpretation and too much connotation. Without the soul-stirring of historical poems and the reversal of stormy waves, maternal love is like a spring rain, which moistens things silently and deeply.

Motherly love is a clear spring that moistens children's hearts, and it is a lifetime of laughter. With the children sipping endlessly, the children's tears of laughter merged into the lingering maternal love. Motherly love is bright sunshine, hot and bright.

She can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. She nurtures life and cares for everything with a broad mind.

Motherly love is an idyllic poem, long and pure, elegant and light, full of the fragrance of green soil.

7. I still remember that evening, the hundred backs left behind were full of vicissitudes, so hard.

I grew up in my grandmother's house. When I was growing up, my parents rarely appeared. At that time, I would cry for my parents. Grandma always says, "Mom and Dad will come to see you soon. Be good."

I always believed it, but they still appeared so many times. Gradually, I learned not to cry or make trouble. I gradually don't care when my parents can come to see me. When I grow up, I can go back to my parents, but I have learned badly. I began to complain that my parents were not with me when I was a child. I almost said, "Where did you go when I was young? Why did you come to my side when I didn't want to rely on you anymore? I don't need to ask for it now. "

That night, after my father sent me to school, the back of his departure made me feel sad involuntarily. I know everything. My father's love for me is unpredictable. Seeing that he works really hard, I really want to say "Dad, I love you" to my father. I can't forget that back, that vicissitudes of life, that heavy-footed back.

Dad, although I didn't say genus, I really love you.

8. Never go far. You never go far.

As the years passed, I drifted away on the road of growth. Looking back, I found that you followed me and never went far. -inscription

The sunshine in autumn is not very dazzling, and the sky is blue and dotted with clouds. Occasionally, a flying leaf will fall to my window. In the mottled imprint, the color of late autumn is engraved.

I crept into your room, and somehow I wanted to see you again before I entered school. You are thin and lying in bed, but your snoring is as shocking as thunder on a rainy day. Such a warm and comfortable afternoon, but you can't enjoy it leisurely like me. Yes, you are tired. You bend down for me. You should have a rest.

As far as I can remember, you always eat with a straight face, talk with a straight face and do everything with a straight face. Because you always keep a straight face, I always avoid you intentionally or unintentionally, because you will never be as gentle as your mother, never hug me as intimately as your mother, and never take me around like my mother. However, I seem to forget who got up in the middle of the night to cover me with a quilt for fear that I might catch cold; Who drags his tired body to cook good food for me every day; Who found out that I was greedy for my neighbor's toys and bought me that luxurious toy without saying anything? ...

It is you, my dearest father. I am a bad boy and always forget your kindness to me. Why don't you talk about this bad boy, your devotion and love for me?

Looking back, I suddenly found that all my memories have your footprints, deep and indelible footprints: the first time I learned to walk, you dragged me away; When I first went to school, it was you who led my chubby little hand into the school with a big hand full of calluses; I failed the first exam, and you encouraged me again and again not to lose heart; The first time you learned to cook, you shoveled black eggs ... so many first times are the most precious memories of you and me. Along the way, you have never gone far, and you have been silently supporting me to go on.

Rebellion. I have never been a good boy. I want to smooth your wrinkles carved by years, and I want to comb your white hair. The reason why you are so kind to me is simple and clear. I know it without telling me, just because I'm your daughter. You have given me so much, but I can't repay you.

Running water is stepping on the beat of natural rhythm, rolling slightly pink petals and dancing with the back-shaped water lines on the ship's side. The gurgling water hits the boulder in the middle of the river, like a girl who looks like a girl, leisurely raises her hand, spreads out her wide cloud sleeves, and blows on the drum with the drums; It's like a beautiful woman gently opening her lips, Bai Bei-like silver teeth tapping up and down, crisp with a hint of charm. I leaned down and kissed my father's dark and thin face. Dad, when I was growing up, you never traveled far. When you wake up, please allow me to tell you that it is already late 14 years-Dad, I love you.