You are a poem, lamenting heaven and earth; You are a song, writing emotions; You are the stage, performing joys and sorrows. You and I seem to have an inexplicable origin. I seem to have a crush on you. You seem to be the main theme of my life, inseparable. In the spring of February Spring Breeze Like Scissors, we met. With the yearning for primary school and teachers, I went to primary school. The first day I met you, I still vaguely remember the teacher pointing a stick at the blackboard and teaching us to read "A, O, E". I'm so embarrassed that my tongue can't roll out. From then on, I thought to myself: I must learn from you! Soon, your mouth was jumping, and I finally caught you being naughty.

In the summer of "infinite lotus leaves", we met. By the sixth grade, I began to "hate" you a little. I thought you became more difficult, such as writing a composition and reading comprehension. You refused to reach out to help me, and I almost became a boat in the ocean of problems. But by chance, I seem to know you thoroughly. You are no longer as "difficult" as I thought, because I solved you and knew that you were helping me invisibly!

In the autumn of "stop and sit in the maple forest late", we are together. In a blink of an eye, grandpa time took me to senior one. When I was worried about junior high school life, you brought me poets such as Li Bai and Du Fu ... From their edification, I realized: "How much sadness can life have, just like an eastward river ..." I won't worry about life anymore, because I have you!

From acquaintance, knowing each other and being together, I know you-China people. I will remember your story. I think it is not only a memory, but also a spiritual wealth!

(2) 600 words composition "I and China people"

Chinese, my earliest friend, has been with me for six years and is inseparable from me.

According to my mother, I began to learn English when I was ten months old and began to speak sentence by sentence when I was fourteen. When I was two years old, I was fascinated by literacy. Other children will read books with word cards, but I am obsessed with street signs and pester my mother to read all day. They are my word cards. They took me into the door of Chinese and let me appreciate the magic of language.

I didn't know what a "book" was until I was old, so I clamored for my mother to read and tell stories every night. I have listened to Grimm's fairy tales again and again, and I feel that I can never get tired of hearing them. I've heard Andersen's fairy tales several times, and I always feel amazing! At the age of six, I was able to read independently. I accidentally saw the first book, opened the first page, and plunged into the sea of books, which was out of control. I was fascinated by reading, and even forgot to eat and sleep ... A famous Chinese and foreign book and popular science book came into my life. Books laid the foundation of my road to China.

After going to school, I finally came into contact with Chinese. Because I have read too many books, I have never worried about my composition, but my exam results have always worried me. I remember that in the third grade, no matter how hard I tried, my Chinese performance always lingered in the second place in my class. But once, I unexpectedly got a high score of 97, which was much higher than the second place 1. I was in a particularly good mood! Look carefully, the score is wrong, it should be 95, and it is second again! "Tell the teacher or not?" I thought sadly and hesitated. When I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother only said, "This grade is not yours." So, after going to school the next day, I signed up to the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher smiled and said, "I gave you this score." After listening to this, I was puzzled: can grades also be given as gifts? Strangely, it was the first prize almost every time after that. Only then did I understand that the teacher used this method to motivate me to make progress. Because of my teacher, I love Chinese more.

Nowadays, regardless of my grades, Chinese is my closest friend. It has been with me since I was a child, taught me to read, learned how to be a man, added some fun to my life, and made my life colorful ... It will always be my good partner!

Write a 600-word narrative on my story.

Autumn campus, full of sunshine, * * * rang,

The students came into the classroom one by one. After a while, the teacher came with a test paper in his hand. After sending it,

Everyone began to answer questions nervously.

When I picked up the prepared pen and began to write,

Somehow, this pen just won't work.

Looking at the seriousness of the students,

I'm sweating with anxiety,

My hands are shaking.

Helpless, I hastily wrote all the words on the draft paper, but there was still no ink at all. I couldn't help feeling angry and grabbed my pen and shook it a few times. This is really unexpected. I turned anger into joy and took a pen to write on the test paper. Suddenly I looked up and found a black ink mark on the new skirt of a female classmate in the front row.

"Oh, no, what shall we do?" I know I'm in big trouble "Fortunately, she hasn't found it yet!" Eyes staring at her back, I don't know what to do.

"Tell her! Will she scold me? Will I pay for her new skirt? " I reached out my trembling hand and shrank back. I can't imagine. I just pretended that nothing had happened and continued to work on the test questions.

Writing, always uneasy, as if doing something wrong. As soon as I saw the black plum blossom print in front of me, I felt it was laughing at me: "You coward, coward!" " "I can't help but face a hot. I silently told myself, "Be honest or tell her the truth! "! So as not to make mistakes again. "Finally, I plucked up my courage, patted her on the shoulder and said trembling," I'm sorry, I accidentally spilled ink on your skirt just now. " Then I watched her carefully, waiting for her to get angry. Unexpectedly, she looked at herself, smiled nonchalantly and said, "Nothing. Just go home and wash. If it really can't be washed, it will add color to the skirt. " After listening to the relaxed words, my heart in my throat was put back in its original place, and suddenly a warm current surged all over my body.

Walking on my way home, the scene that happened in Chinese class reappeared in front of my eyes. Recalling the simple and sincere words of the girl in the front row, watching her fading back, I took my feet and strode forward, holding hands with her, talking and laughing while walking.

Because of my frankness, and because of her tolerance and kindness, my classmates are very happy. I feel very happy to study in such a class, and I feel very warm to live in such a group.

(4) There is an urgent need for an essay "The Story of China and I", with about 500 or 600 words!

You are a poem, lamenting heaven and earth; You are a song, writing emotions; You are the stage, performing joys and sorrows. -Inscription You and I seem to have an inexplicable origin. I seem to have a crush on you. You seem to be the main theme of my life, inseparable. In the spring of February Spring Breeze Like Scissors, we met. With the yearning for primary school and teachers, I went to primary school. The first day I met you, I still vaguely remember the teacher pointing a stick at the blackboard and teaching us to read "A, O, E". I'm so embarrassed that my tongue can't roll out. From then on, I thought to myself: I must learn from you! Soon, your mouth was jumping, and I finally caught you being naughty. In the summer of "infinite lotus leaves", we met. By the sixth grade, I began to "hate" you a little. I thought you became more difficult, such as writing a composition and reading comprehension. You refused to reach out to help me, and I almost became a boat in the ocean of problems. But by chance, I seem to know you thoroughly. You are no longer as "difficult" as I thought, because I solved you and knew that you were helping me invisibly! In the autumn of "stop and sit in the maple forest late", we are together. In a blink of an eye, grandpa time took me to senior one. When I was worried about junior high school life, you brought me poets such as Li Bai and Du Fu ... From their edification, I realized: "How much sadness can life have, just like an eastward river ..." I won't worry about life anymore, because I have you! From acquaintance, knowing each other and being together, I know you-China people. I will remember your story. I think it is not only a memory, but also a spiritual wealth!

⑤ The story composition hidden in the Chinese book is 600 words.

From grade one to grade six, I learned a lot of knowledge. In every text in the Chinese book, there is a story that keeps flashing in my mind like a star in the starry sky.

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, we learned a text-Idiom Story, in which a short story "Contradiction" taught me a lot of truth. Now, let me tell this story.

In ancient times, there was a Chu man who bought spears and shields. He picked up his shield and boasted, "My shield is very strong. You can use any spear you want." He raised his spear and boasted, "My spear is very sharp and can pierce any shield you want!" " A bystander asked him, "What will happen if you poke your shield with your spear?" "The people around you laughed, waiting for him to answer, but Truman was tongue-tied and couldn't answer.

This idiom tells us: don't do what you say. Say that first, then say that, and you will fail, and no one will believe you anymore! And don't talk big, but speak according to reality.

Oh, Chinese book, thank you for giving me so much knowledge and truth. You are really a sky full of knowledge, so that each of us can fly freely. Oh! thank you

When we open the Chinese book, we can not only see interesting words and wonderful pictures, but also see stories hidden in the Chinese book. Some of them are hidden in idioms, such as the stories of "seeking truth in the snow" and "Ye Gong loves dragons". Some of them are hidden in the text, such as the background story that the two sides of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army, and the story that happened before and after Lin Chongbang killed the flood. When I studied the text Hawking in Wheelchair, I became interested in Hawking.

What kind of person is Hawking? He is a myth, the most outstanding physicist of our time, a master of science, and a warrior who challenges fate.

Hawking was born in194265438+1October 8th. After he unfortunately suffered from Luger's disease, he was confined to a wheelchair forever. Hawking in a wheelchair has some interesting things in his life. 199 1 In March, Hawking was hit by a car when he returned to his apartment in Berlin in a wheelchair. Fracture of right arm, head chopped off, 13 stitches. However, 48 hours later, he returned to work in the office. On another occasion, he and his friends went to a country house. When going uphill, he turned too hard and his wheelchair fell backwards. Unexpectedly, the physicist was knocked over by gravity in the bushes. But in the face of such a situation, he still showed his trademark smile.

Despite his growing physical disability, Hawking tried to live like an ordinary person. Do what you can. He is even a lively person, because he still insists on driving a wheelchair with only three movable fingers and "rampaging" on the way to the office. In a hotel in Moscow, he suggested that everyone dance. He kept spinning his wheelchair in the hall. That number is really a miracle. On one occasion, when he met Prince Charles, in order to show off, he spun a wheelchair and ran over Prince Charles' toes.

It is this scientific giant who can only move three fingers, but is still so lively and active. Books such as A Brief History of Time have been warmly welcomed by readers and made great contributions to mankind. His willpower is almost proportional to his disability. I also want to learn this spirit from him.

I believe that students who have read the article "The Shoemaker's Son" must know something about Lincoln, right? If you want to know more about Lincoln, come and feel it with me and listen to me slowly!

16 American President Lincoln is a famous speaker and lawyer, but what I admire most about him is forgiveness. During the American Civil War, a young man named Roseveare Mai Gentile was recruited into the cavalry battalion. Due to the unsatisfactory progress of the war and the shortage of soldiers, he was temporarily sent to the battlefield with almost no training. In the battle, Metel was terrified, and finally deserted and fled, and was later sentenced to death. When Mai Gentile's mother got the news, she asked Lincoln to let her son go. Lincoln thought it over and finally decided to forgive the soldier. Later, Michael Gentile died in a fierce battle in Virginia. Lincoln's forgiveness gave a man a second chance, and he changed from a cowardly deserter to a fearless warrior, fighting to the last moment of his life.

This story gave me a great inspiration, telling us how powerful forgiveness is. For various reasons, it is impossible for a person not to make mistakes, but only forgiveness can give him a chance to correct his mistakes and make up for his previous mistakes. I also thought of myself. In the past, others did something wrong to me, and I will always pursue it and refuse to forgive others' mistakes. After reading this story, I feel ashamed. I know the power of forgiveness is so important. I must be as open-minded as Lincoln.

Lincoln is not only open-minded, but also a humorous person!

As early as when he was studying, there was an exam and the teacher asked him, "Would you like to answer a difficult question or two simple questions?" Lincoln confidently replied, "A difficult problem." "Then you answer, how did the egg come from?" "Chicken-born." The teacher asked again, "Where did the chicken come from?" "Teacher, this is already the second question." Lincoln answered with a smile.

Lincoln has many advantages. He is earnest and friendly.

1962, the United States gathered a group of famous historians, and divided the 3/kloc-0 presidents up to that time into five grades: great, near great, average, low and worst. Among the five great presidents elected by this vote, Lincoln topped the list.

6. Write a 600-word composition about learning Chinese.

Some people say that taking the Chinese exam depends on luck, while others say that it depends on feeling. If you are lucky or feel right, you can get higher scores, and there may even be surprises. I was skeptical at the beginning. I have to "brew" before I take the Chinese exam, hoping to find the so-called "feeling". Later, through communication with several classmates and reading some books introduced by senior brothers and sisters, I gradually felt that learning Chinese needed a scientific method.

⑦ Write a 600-word composition on the topic of learning Chinese.

Is it argumentative or narrative? What about argumentative writing? We can start with the importance of Chinese, and then talk about the basic work of listening carefully and previewing in class, followed by extensive reading. Read more and then read more intensively. In a word, learning Chinese well will not happen overnight. Don't try to become a big fat man at once, accumulate more, and it will naturally have an effect over time. Narrative can start with my understanding of Chinese as a child, how I came into contact with Chinese, how I liked Chinese (or how I hated Chinese). After time, I discovered the importance of Chinese, especially after China took a place in the world, Chinese became a subject that we China people had to learn. . I hope it works for you. .

⑧ Kneel for the composition "My Story with Chinese Newspaper" of about 600 words.

Many friends are familiar with this Chinese newspaper. Chinese newspapers are children's first bosom friends. It not only brings us fun, enriches my extracurricular life, but also increases our knowledge.

As the saying goes: "radish and cabbage, each has his own love." This sentence is correct. Recently, the Chinese teacher set aside a lesson every week for our reading chinese newspaper to exchange experiences with each other. Someone said, "I like colorful China best." Some said, "I like composition class best." Others said, "I like the red ribbon of friendship best. It makes me make friends. The discussion was very intense.

My favorite column is neither a colorful extracurricular nor a composition class to help you improve your writing ability, but a column in China Daily to improve our understanding of the text-to help you learn the text.

I used to have a headache in Chinese class. I always dare not raise my hand when the teacher asks questions. Occasionally, once or twice, it is also a "temporary cramming." I raised my hand very low and thought to myself: teacher, don't call me, don't call me. In this way, avoiding the teacher's eyes again and again, the academic performance is always unsatisfactory. Since I met my friend Bowen, my Chinese level has been greatly improved. I often raise my hand to answer questions in class and have been praised by teachers many times. To tell you the truth, in this exam, my Chinese score is among the best in my class, thanks to the Chinese newspaper. It is your careful design and careful selection that makes me suck the sweetness of knowledge like honey and grow slowly in the ocean of knowledge.

In the future, I will learn more from my tutor Bowen, ride Bowen's high sail and sail in the ocean of learning, so that I can make by going up one flight of stairs in Chinese!