Write an unforgettable composition of about 450 words.

My new friend, Zhang Xiao, comes from Xizhong Middle School 1 class (1) in Yangshan District, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province. I entered the middle school and made many new friends. We laughed and helped each other. But she impressed me the most.

She has a real face, and her beautiful and exquisite calligraphy makes me envy and admire; When I am angry, sweet voices and comforting voices can always calm my chaotic heart. Listening to the sweet voice, feeling the temperature of those hands that hold me tightly, my heart is warm. She, an ordinary girl, has completely changed me.

I remember when I was in the sixth grade, I was not a "good student" and I was not so conscious in my study. But since I entered middle school, I have made such a friend with her. I've changed. I feel like I'm making progress. Since that incident ...

I did badly in the exam that week. I feel that I have completely failed. I did so badly in the exam for the first time. I am depressed at this time and don't want to give myself a chance. She seemed to read my mind, so she came up to me and said, "Zhang Xiaoying, don't you want to give yourself a chance to start over?" After listening to this, I have a feeling in my heart: yes, life will inevitably encounter setbacks. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? As the saying goes, sunshine is always after the storm. Now, my mood has changed from depression to confidence.

She gave me courage and confidence; It's her. When I am lonely and depressed, that kind of comfort lingers in my ears. ...

Now, I stand in front of the mirror, and I find that I have grown up and made progress. This little effort comes entirely from her words. Without her help, how can I go from failure to success?

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell everyone that she is Yu Rujing.

Remember an unforgettable activity in China?

I remember an unforgettable Chinese activity: Shi Yang Xizhong Middle School, Huishan District, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province 1 Class (1) Zhang Xiao "Students, the recitation contest in the grade has not been held for various reasons in the school. I am very sorry. " This is what Teacher Ding said to us in today's Chinese class.

At present, there is a recitation competition in the class, and the students who have recited well are selected for a "grade competition". It can be said that before this, I had made full preparations, waiting to perform my "specialty" and show my elegance!

On Friday afternoon, the recitation contest officially began. Walking up to the podium one by one in the order of seats, my heart couldn't help jumping.

Ah, finally it's my turn! The heart that could have been suppressed, now I can't control it no matter how I use it. Suddenly, I feel that my heart doesn't belong to me, as if I have escaped from my body and got rid of my "claws". I thought: will I forget my lines? Will I lose face in front of my classmates? Will I? ...

With a "thumping" heart, I stepped onto the platform and recited the articles I had memorized with my partner Yan Fei.

"..." Hey, why doesn't Yin Fei talk? I wonder in my heart.

The students all looked at us with puzzled eyes. I really can't wait any longer. I'll go first. "The morning dew falls ..." I read it out loud. I don't know what the reason is, the heart that was originally separated from the body suddenly returned to the body, and it was calm again unconsciously.

Finally, we got 89 points and entered the grade competition. I am very pleased and happy.

It can be said that the recitation competition is a competition I have been looking forward to for a long time, because there are opponents and competitions in it, and I can see my own level. It is also an addiction!

I'm waiting for the grade recitation contest! I hope to show my best style!

my friend

My friend Qiu Chuanghao, a friend of Class 1 and Class 4 of Dahao Middle School in Haojiang District, Shantou City, Guangdong Province, is an indispensable social activity for everyone. Everyone has a good friend. People without friends will be lonely, and I am no exception. I also have a very good friend. Her name is Tingting. I met her online. I hate being late when I talk to her. I had an incident with her, and I still remember it deeply until now. Let me tell you what happened.

I remember that season was summer, and it was very hot that day. I went to school early at noon, but it was not time, so the school gate was not open yet. I stood there waiting for the school gate to open. After standing for 20 minutes, I was sweating profusely and the doorman came to open the door. After entering the classroom, I almost had a class. My head suddenly fainted, and I lay on my desk to see if I could get better. At this time, a familiar voice said a word and asked me if I was sick. I looked up to see who it was. It turned out to be Tingting, the person I hate most. How can she ask me so kindly? So I asked her if she wanted to laugh at me. She said solemnly that she didn't want to laugh at you. After a while, she put some white flower oil on me and asked me if I was better. After school, she insisted on taking me home because I was dizzy. I couldn't argue with her, so I asked her to take me home.

After this incident, I changed from hating her to being good friends with her, and we are still studying together until now. We all have a common desire, that is, to be a doctor to save people.

Motherly love is a deep _ component.

"mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I have to hide in your arms. " Every time I read this little poem by Bing Xin, I can't help but see my mother's face, which is full of maternal love.

My mother is a middle school teacher. There is endless love and wisdom in her eyes; A pair of hands that have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes contain heavy elegance. In my impression, her eyes and hands are connected in series, with a strong maternal love, into a string of brilliance, let me bathe in it.

Mother's eyes always show infinite concern. When I was very young, whenever I walked alone, my mother always looked at me with loving eyes and a faint smile on her face, as if to clear the obstacles ahead for me; A little older, when I can go out alone, my mother will tell me first, and then send me out with concerned eyes, as if to remind me to be careful on the road; Now, although my mother no longer watches me walk like a child, I know that her caring eyes are watching me move forward on the road of life. ...

Mother's hands are the carrier of her deep maternal love. Mother's hands are rough, and wrinkles are one after another. In winter, they will dry up and be very painful. However, this still can't stop her from loving me. Once, in winter, the north wind roared, and my mother sent me to school. Suddenly, as soon as she looked back at my naked hand, she frowned: "Why don't you wear gloves again?" I don't care: "I forgot to wear it. It's not cold anyway. It's nothing if I don't wear it. " But my mother insisted on handing me the gloves. "Order": "Put them on!" My heart was touched. I know my mother's hands can't resist the cold wind, so I don't want to listen. However, my mother's non-negotiable eyes finally made me wear gloves with her body temperature. The north wind blew in waves, and my mother's hands were chapped with blood and soaked with thick maternal blood. My eyes are moist. ...

Bathed in this warm maternal glow, I feel extremely happy. My mother wove a warm cradle for me with deep maternal love, and let me lie in this cradle happily. Thinking about it, the little poem echoed in my ear: "Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I have to hide in your arms. " Write a 600-word notebook composition.

A person with a beautiful heart.

Filtering the world with your eyes, there are gains and losses, but it is a pity that it is much worse. Because when I captured some beautiful figures, I found that I didn't salvage the most charming beauty in my heart. When disappointed, the sad heart can't help singing a song branded with sadness. I hope sadness is also beautiful.

A person with a beautiful heart, a childhood memory, with the passage of time, gradually faded in his mind. But there is only one thing that I will never forget. Whenever I think about it, I still remember it vividly, just as it just happened.

It was an afternoon in mid-June, and I was in Grade Three. After school, I just want to go home. However, the day in June changes like a child's face. Just now, the sky was clear in Wan Li. At this point, it cast a shadow. Suddenly, a flash of lightning broke through the sky, making a thunderous noise, and then resounded through the earth one after another. Then, it rained cats and dogs. Looking at the pouring rain outside, I am worried! I thought to myself, "Mom and Dad have gone out and haven't come back yet. Even my sister has gone out with them. Now, who can give me an umbrella? " If I knew this, why did I do it in the first place? This sentence is absolutely true. Alas! I should take an umbrella when I go out! "

Seeing the students being picked up one by one, my heart is more like adding fuel to the fire, and I am more restless. At this time, I was impatient and finally couldn't stay any longer. I rushed out of the rain curtain regardless of the willy-nilly and rushed to the way home. Suddenly, I slipped and scraped my leg on the ground. I couldn't help crying when I saw myself in such a mess. "Little brother, why are you crying!" "There was a word from behind. Looking back, I turned out to be a burly brother with an umbrella behind him.

Before his brother left, the man asked, "Little brother, don't you have an umbrella?" I nodded, and my eldest brother smiled and held out a hand and said, "Let me take you home!" " "I'm too young to understand, only know what my mother said-be careful of the bad guys, don't let people take you home casually, so I didn't stretch out my hand. Big brother saw through my mind and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, little brother, I'm not a bad person." Say that finish, he held out his hand again, I took his hand and stood up. At this moment, my leg is bleeding. When the eldest brother saw it, he quickly said, "You are hurt. You have to put it on quickly. Let me take you home! "! You tell me where your home is. ""On the road 17, "I whispered.

Big brother walked on the road behind my back. I was cold under the umbrella, but my heart was warm. When I got home, my eldest brother took some paper, cleaned my wound, and then found some medicine to apply to it. Then he walked out the door and gradually disappeared into the rain. ...

Although it has been a long time, I will never forget it. It is printed in my heart like a seal, and I will always remember the burly figure with an umbrella.