The warm composition my neighbor gave me should be an 800-word novel.

"Little Neighbor" in our community _800 words

There is a small river ditch in Huachengmeidi Community where our family

The warm composition my neighbor gave me should be an 800-word novel.

"Little Neighbor" in our community _800 words

There is a small river ditch in Huachengmeidi Community where our family lives. Under a big willow tree beside the river ditch, there lived a group of big black-headed ants.

These lovely little "neighbors" are not only busy working in twos and threes or in groups during the day, but also at night, if you take a flashlight to the door of the ant nest, they are still busy. They are very friendly to each other. When they meet, they greet each other with two long tentacles on their heads, and the "family" never fights.

One day, I caught a small caterpillar from the gardenia leaves in the community and put it at a distance from the ant nest to play with these small "neighbors" to see if the caterpillar would be found. If so, how did they get it back to the ant nest? I am full of curiosity!

After a while, several ants found the caterpillar and bravely rushed up to bite and drag, but the caterpillar could not be dragged except by them. At this time, I saw two of the ants left the "battlefield" and the soldiers returned to the ant nest in two ways. They seem to have gone to ask for reinforcements. After meeting their companions along the way, they touch each other with their tentacles in their own unique way of communication. After a while, they saw a large group of ants coming out of the nest. They swarmed and attacked the insects in turn until they stopped moving, and then pushed, pulled and moved to the "home". Because of the long distance, they often change shifts, and with the advantage of "many hands make light work", they bring this trophy back to a nest ten times larger than their own bodies. Seeing that they are so United, my respect for them arises spontaneously!

One Sunday, the weather forecast said that there would be thunderstorms in the afternoon. I visited my little "neighbor" with curiosity and wanted to verify whether the ants had predicted the weather. Approaching the nest, I saw a large group of ants, methodically blocking the nest with dirt or weeds in their mouths, and they were very busy. In the afternoon, a heavy rain poured down. Seeing such a heavy rain, I secretly prayed at home, hoping that the little "neighbors" would be safe.

As soon as the heavy rain stopped, I couldn't wait to come to the ant nest and saw the ants busy cleaning up the mud at home! It turned out that they knew in advance that the rainstorm was coming, so they organized forces in advance to block the ant nest and prevent the rain from entering. Therefore, despite the heavy rain, the little ants hiding in the nest can be safe and sound.

I am really happy for the cleverness of these "little neighbors" and moved by their spirit of unity and hard work.

Neighborhood feelings

Life is like a flower, colorful; Life is like a song, beautiful; Life is like wine, mellow; Life is like a poem, with profound artistic conception and colorful. I like bright sunshine, which brings warmth and hope to my neighbors. In the sun, neighbors can chat, especially the old people. We are all naive. At night, I also like to look up at the sky. I like that countless stars set off a moon, and we play all kinds of games in the moonlight. Even the best relatives are distant relatives, so as the saying goes, "distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors."

I don't know why, there is a kind of inexplicable sadness that can't be expressed in words, and maybe words are blocked. I remember that there used to be one in my front yard that was bigger than my dad. I feel that I haven't seen it for a long time, and I seem to miss it very much. Although he is stubborn, he is good to me and our family! Especially if there is anything delicious, think of me. My family came to help me with everything, and over time I really became a relative! I remember when I was a child, he would always give me some candy or apricots and plums by magic from his pants pocket. And I always enjoy these with a clear conscience, and never think that this is something he can't bear to eat. . . Later, I went to school, and the pressure of study made my memory of him fade away, but he would be kind to me and my family as always. . . He will quietly clean our yard at dawn; When my parents are not at home, he will come and cook me a hearty meal; He will not hesitate to take out his savings accumulated for many years when we are in trouble; He will habitually stand at the intersection in rainy and snowy weather, waiting for me to leave school, paying more attention to my study and smiling with satisfaction at my growth. . . . . .

Some people say that "a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water", but I don't have a deep understanding, just keep it in mind, no words are needed! The moon on the fifteenth is not necessarily the roundest, just like life, the best day is not necessarily the happiest! I like squatting on the road, watching the plane leaves fall one by one, and remembering the simple and beautiful happiness between neighbors, which has been falling all over the earth. I always thought that those leaves fell in a panic to cover up a big secret, but when I swept away the leaves, I always saw the black asphalt road, just like when I stepped on the side of the road and saw a cloud walking slowly in the sky, I would look at the sky stupidly and think that I would feel guilty when I didn't get along well at home before! Behind the clouds is the same sky that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, or the same sky, and it will always be the same sky. This makes me understand a simple truth, good for people! Be honest with everyone! Open-minded and tolerant

The noise and light in the world, the happiness and happiness in the world are like a clean stream. In the wind, in front of my eyes, they passed by, and the warmth came out like a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want my neighbor (you) to be happy, not sad. ...

Love is a piece of sunshine that shines in winter, which makes people who are poor and sick feel the warmth of the world. In that season, a neighbor once cared about me and didn't expect anything, but I was so stupid that I didn't say a word. I really miss the days between neighbors. People who like words are doomed to be lonely.

Neighbors gave me warmth and accompanied me to grow up; Neighborhood feelings moved me, and I cherish this feeling. So I told myself to live well and not be lonely. . . .