In real life or work and study, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a 600-word composition "The First Day Writer's Narration" compiled by me for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Time has passed in the blink of an eye, and the candlelight of 16 years old is about to light. Collect a few waves in the long river of memory, pour your thoughts into your pen and introduce me to your friends.

Laugh when you are happy, free and quiet, shy and reserved, sometimes like a tomboy who is informal and outspoken, and sometimes like a girl who is full of fantasy and pursues detachment and extraordinary. My personality is too complicated. It's a contradiction to quote Qiong Yao.

I like sincerity and frankness. I am eager for your love and help. I cherish my friendship and never give up my friends easily. Once, because I accidentally told someone the little secret of my deskmate, she angrily scolded me for being a talkative person and now she won't talk to me. I regret, I blame myself: I didn't give my heart, how can others treat me as a confidant? I want to get my old friendship back, and I apologize to her. She picked up the letter I slipped into her book, and I quickly looked down, pretending to read and peeking at her expression.

She stared at the note I gave her for a long time. I reached out and held her trembling hand tightly, and suddenly all the unhappiness vanished with the communication of this heart.

Secretly write down the parents' birthdays, and on that day, offer your daughter's filial piety-birthday cake and greeting cards filled with congratulations. Mom and dad looked at the gift, smiled and stroked my head and said, you don't buy these, mom and dad know your mind. What a silly boy.

I am a very ordinary girl, with no beautiful appearance and no outstanding specialty. But I want to warm others with a kind heart, pursue self-worth unremittingly, shape a perfect self-image and win more people's love.

On the first day, I wrote a 600-word narrative composition and went home at night. I saw my father fall asleep with his head up in front of the fire.

Picked up a few pieces of wood, stuffed it into the stove, lit it, and the room lit up.

The fire reflected his father's face, red, wearing a white shirt that couldn't be blacker, and the rolled-up trouser legs blocked the hole in his trousers.

At this time, dad woke up, maybe it was hot! I saw him rummaging through his pockets, but he only found an old cigarette case.

"Dad, the school urges us to pay more!"

"no!" The tone is very intense.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, let's go ..."

I know, this is his workmate who asked him to go to the mountain next door to blow up rocks. That scene was instantly presented to us.

One night, when I was delivering dinner to my father, I saw my father and his workmates carrying some lead blocks from a distance, walking on a steep slope, losing their balance and slipping down, and the lead blocks also fell and hit my father's waist. I see it in my eyes and it hurts in my heart. Put down the meal and ran away in a hurry.

At this time, my father also found me, quickly stood up, patted the dust on his pants and said, "Hi, son." Introduce me to my colleagues. I quickly pulled him aside and asked him, "Are you in pain?" "It doesn't hurt!" Said also straightened his back.

Now, dad, he's going to carry that mountain to that terrible mountain. When he stepped out of the gate, he seemed to remember something and said, "The money will be settled at noon tomorrow. Lock the door tonight and don't wait for me. "

"ah? You're not coming back to sleep again? " "Yes, that ... it's dusty outside. Go back to the house. "

With the roar of the engine, my father stayed up late to fry rocks again. Think about my father working day and night for my tuition. As soon as he came back, he fell asleep, only sleeping for two or three hours ... afraid to think any more, for fear that tears could not help falling.

This summer night, there is another tireless trebuchet.

Grandma's hands are ugly, dirty and terrible. Can you imagine that a person's hands are full of cracks and calluses? The vicissitudes of life cannot be imitated. Those hands are terrible, you can never forget them at a glance, because they are so special.

What those hands experienced was beyond my imagination: when I was still asleep in the warm quilt, my grandmother had picked vegetables from the field in the rain and wore worn gloves, and then washed in the ditch; When I was watching TV and playing computer at home, grandma was selling vegetables in the street. When I drink hot milk and warm water at home, grandma drinks a cup of hot soybean milk that even she feels extravagant, and more often it is just a bottle of cold water brought from home.

The first thing grandma did when she came home was not to soak her hands and feet, nor to drink a cup of warm water, but to cook for me, because she remembered that her grandson was at home and she was afraid that his grandson was hungry. But does her grandson know? I wonder if her grandson will go and see if the meal is cooked as usual. After dinner, her grandson went to play computer and watch TV as usual, leaving grandma to wash dishes alone. I can't believe you're not blushing.

Grandma was watching TV that night. I saw grandma's hand and asked, "Grandma, what happened to your hand?" Grandma said, "It's frozen." I asked again, "Grandma, why don't you buy some hand cream?" Grandma said, "It's better to buy some meat for that spare money." I asked again, "Why don't I watch how much meat you eat?" Grandma said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you first." Everything grandma said was so natural. I feel ashamed for the first time. I'm ashamed of her and what she did to me.

Only then did I know why my grandmother asked me for those rotten gloves and broken gloves, and why I didn't buy hand cream because my hands had so many cracks. I didn't know what to do when I was young, so I had to talk to my mother. After she knew it, she bought a lot of hand cream for her grandmother and told her to inform her when she used it. My mother began to go home early and cook for my grandmother and me.

I was eight years old that year.

My brother is a crying baby. Look, he cried again yesterday. Yesterday at dinner, there were two eggs on a plate. One was not broken and the other was broken. My brother ate the unbroken clip first, and then he had to clip it. Grandma said something to him, and he cried: "Wow! Wow! Wow! " I was so bored with him that I immediately finished eating and went to the study. Somehow, when he snitched, he heard him cry and say a few words, so he put down the phone and smiled! I laughed at him: "I cried for a while, laughed at junior high school for a while, and laughed four times with three tears!" " "He cried again, hee hee! Brother really cried!

My brother is a "naughty boy". He is naughty and active. He often either Qing Wu this piece of meat or breaks that piece of meat. Grandma and mother often remind him to be careful. You see, he broke his knee a few days ago because of a pulley, and it's rotten these days, which makes grandma complain and feel sad. But I don't think this is a very bad shortcoming. After all, he is still young. "Naughty boy" is my nickname for him.

My brother is still a cheapskate. He is very stingy. Even if he borrows his eraser for a while, he says, "No!" " "I asked him to lend me, and he reluctantly agreed and handed it to me. Just as I was about to answer, he drew back his hand and said, "Hey! I lied to you, I won't borrow it! " "You little thing, cheapskate!" I shouted, but he smiled "gnome male-"! You said irritating, not irritating!

Although he has many shortcomings, he actually has many advantages! For example, when he and his mother go to the mall, they won't forget to buy me the same things as him; Getting a popsicle from the refrigerator will also help me get one, mainly because he can think of me.

I think my brother is really cute!

The new year is coming, and there are all kinds of cards in the bookstore. My classmates and I are very busy, one chooses from the east and the other from the west.

When I walked to the last shelf, a card was displayed in an inconspicuous corner. Many happy children set off firecrackers on the cards, and the mother stood behind happily. Seeing this card, I can't help thinking of a person who has deeply influenced me-Miss Huang Huilian.

Miss Huang is the head teacher of my third and fourth grades. At that time, she had no children, so she regarded every student as her own child. As long as we have good performance, we will get caring praise. She won't be partial to one student, but is equally good to everyone. In the eyes of teachers, every student has great characteristics to play. The teacher tells us the truth of being a man and doing things in every lecture, and everyone listens attentively for fear of missing any good advice. Once, a classmate in the class was found to have bought something with toy money and reported it to the discipline office. The teacher scolded him angrily. Finally, the classmate was moved by the teacher's words and left tears of regret. At this moment, I looked up and saw the teacher's eyes were red. ...

I remember when I was in the third grade, I was very headstrong. I always quarrel with my classmates. The teacher knew about it and didn't scold me. He also took me to a book fair. On the way back, the teacher said to me, "There are many students in my class, but your environment is not as good as yours. Now you have such a good environment. You should cherish it, you know? " I nodded and thanked the teacher. The past, bit by bit, echoes in my mind. It has been many years since I graduated from primary school. Whenever I am scolded by my teacher, I will think of my former teacher Huang and her careful teaching. Looking at the card in my hand, I thought, "It has brought me so many memories. I want to keep it as a souvenir of the past!" " "So I bought this card to go home and wrote down some words and thanks I have expressed to my teacher over the years. I hope the teacher can receive this card, accept my blessing and continue to melt the hearts of more friends with her warmth like sunshine.