There is a slim little girl in our class. Her white face is embedded with a pair of big eyes, as clear as two pools. Two thin lips show two rows of white teeth, and her shoulder-length short hair is black and thick, which is particularly eye-catching.

She loves reading very much, and spends almost half her time wandering in the sea of books every day, from Diary of a Laughing Cat to The Old Man and the Sea, from Romance of the Three Kingdoms to Sherlock Holmes, and so on. Every time the students go out to play after class, she is left alone in the classroom holding a book and tasting it with relish. The noise and frolicking outside can't attract her at all. She is all in the realm of the book, as if playing with her companions in the book, watching her frown, smile and take notes carefully.

Once I called her three times in a row, but she didn't hear me. Before she came to her senses, I went up to her and slapped her hard. I was surprised to find a few tears on her face. I believe she was moved by the touching story in the book again. This is not the first time, and we are not surprised. What she often tells us is: Without books, life is like without sunshine. To this end, we also privately nicknamed her "bookworm".

Students, after listening to my introduction, you must know who she is Yes, she is the new classmate in our class-Ji.

2. Middle school students' composition on the topic of "love" is 600 words.

Parental love

There is a feeling that is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...

When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.

When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things, wash our own clothes, clean our own rooms and mop our own floors. Sometimes because they are busy with work, they let us cook and cook by ourselves. Of course, checking homework and solving problems is also an excuse that you can't do it. We will say things like "My parents are heartless" and "I can't even do these questions". Only when we go away from home to study will we know that letters and postcards from our parents have become a long silk thread. One is our parents who are not safe in the sky, and the other is our parents who are anxiously waiting on the ground. They don't let or dare to let the silk thread break, so they often keep in touch with us. Whenever we receive these letters, we may laugh at our parents. Finally, we felt the love of our parents and understood them.

In the future, we will eventually be parents, feel the difficulty of being parents, and touch our children with our love.

The love between parents is endless. What a pity to inherit the wind!

This one suits you better.

3. The composition about "love" is 600 words urgent.

I learned to cherish friendship.

There are many kinds of love, such as: the love between mother and child is called "great maternal love", the love between father and child is called "father love", the love between teachers and students is called "teacher-student love", and the love between classmates is called "friendship" ... The world is full of love, and each of us lives with the help of love and grows with the support of love. Among all kinds of love, the greatest love in the world is maternal love, but I think the closest love is "friendship", which is often overlooked and the purest.

Cherish the mutual affection between people and treat life well, and you will feel the fullness of life and be proud of it.

In my daily life, such a thing happened that I will never forget.

That was last year. At that time, I was still in the fifth grade of primary school. At that time, I was still a naive female student. I remember one Thursday after school during the day, maybe I went out to play with a cold. Maybe I kicked off the quilt when I slept at night, and woke up in the morning, dizzy, as if I had been beaten. I have no spirit at all, and I feel uncomfortable all over. The alarm clock has rung several times, but I still don't want to get up. Mother cooked the meal and walked into my room. She touched my forehead and said in surprise, son, why is my forehead so hot? Is it a fever? Then my mother brought a thermometer to take my temperature. Five minutes later, my mother took out her thermometer and looked at it. Ah, I have a high fever of 39 degrees and 6 minutes. My mother and I agreed not to go to school today! I nodded helplessly, and then my mother asked the teacher for leave and took me to the hospital.

According to the doctor's diagnosis, I caught a bad cold and caused tonsillitis. Bought me an infusion bag and a big bag of medicine. It seems that I will spend these two days in the hospital bed.

Two days later, under the careful care of my mother and doctor, my condition has greatly improved. Chatting with my mother at home on Sunday morning, worrying about missing classes! Mom opened the door and saw the teacher bring three good female classmates to my home to make up lessons for me and comfort me. Wish me a speedy recovery. A classmate also brought a lot of delicious snacks from home! Looking at this classmate, a warm current came to my heart, with tears in my eyes. I don't know what to say at the moment. My mother also rushed to get fruit and tea for my classmates. This joyful atmosphere seems to make my illness better at once, and my body feels refreshed as never before. This may be what we often say about helping each other, supporting each other, forging ahead in unity, making progress, and the pure and simple friendship between classmates.

Then three students used the evening time to make up lessons for me. I didn't miss my homework because of illness. It's almost a year now, the first half of the semester. I don't go to school with some of my classmates anymore. We each found a middle school that we thought was satisfactory and started an intense study career. But my friendship with those classmates will never change and be forgotten with the passage of time.

It has always been treasured in my heart, and I can't brutally erase it; It left a deep imprint on my young mind. At the same time, love is mutual pay, everyone needs to pay a little love, and the world will become better!

Friendship refers to the love between our classmates. It is an intimate and unquestionable love. It is pure and noble and worth cherishing. Its power cannot be underestimated.

4. How to express love? Pupils write 300 words.

Love is everywhere, all around us: father's love, mother's love, teacher's love for us, elder's love for us, everywhere.

My mother's love for me is meticulous. Although it is only a small matter, every bit can be touched and unforgettable. How much maternal love have we bathed since childhood? Of course, there are countless numbers.

I remember having a high fever for several days when I was a child. My mother has been taking care of me in the hospital and hasn't slept for several nights. She has done more and more for me than I can count. We grew up with mother's love.

So, only mom can give us true love, and we ignore it? The answer is of course no, we should know how to be grateful. We can't just take and don't know how to give. So today, I expressed my love to my mother. After dinner, my mother washed the dishes, stopped me and said, "Give me a massage at once. My back hurts a little. " I rubbed my mother when she was lying in bed. She pressed it, sat up comfortably and said, "My daughter's hands are amazing. It's much more comfortable to massage me. "

"You did it because of me." I whispered.

"How can because of you? Don't talk nonsense. " Mom denied it.

"I ..." I'm a little shy and embarrassed. I ran back to my room, picked up a piece of paper and wrote five big words on it: "Mom, I love you."

Sign your name below: Love your daughter. Mother looked at these five words for a long time, then smiled, but there seemed to be layers of tears in her eyes. She didn't say anything but kissed me on the cheek and left in a hurry.

Mother, she gave me life, how great she is. Maternal love.

Like a river, it flows in our hearts.

5. How to write a composition with the theme of love?

There is a feeling of silence, but it is enough to move people; There is a kind of love that has no regrets, even if it sacrifices everything, it doesn't ask for anything in return. When the footsteps in the wind and rain run out, when the life outside encounters difficulties, when the difficulties in your heart need to be confided, there is always a door open for you. Although this house is not gorgeous, it is enough to keep out the wind and rain outside the window and rekindle your enthusiasm for life. This is home, a harbor full of love. I remember it was a rainy day. As soon as the bell rang, the students poured out like a flood. I also ran to pick up grandpa with excited steps. Suddenly, I felt someone push me and I fell into a puddle. Suddenly, there was mud on my hands, clothes, shoes and socks. I'm soaked to the skin, so cold! The man pushing me turned and ran into the crowd. I cried with a "wow" and no one came up to help me. I walked out of the school gate sadly. Grandpa saw it and immediately took out a handkerchief from his pocket and let me hold it in my hand, which made my stiff hand feel warm. Then I got on my bike and rode away quickly. The rain gradually subsided, and the cool wind hit my hands, and my face seemed to penetrate my flesh and blood. I lie prone on grandpa's back, and grandpa's back is very warm. I can only hear the creaking sound of the bicycle, and it is getting more and more urgent. Grandpa kept asking me "Is it cold" all the way and told me not to worry. Finally, when I got home, my grandfather helped me change clothes and prepare meals. My father, mother and grandmother all take care of me. After a while, my cold body gradually eased and my dirty clothes were changed. I feel the warmth of home. Here, there is no rain, snow and cold, only the stove built by my family is burning slowly. Although the wind and rain roar outside the window, the warmth of home is enough to melt the frost in your heart.

Let the world full of love

Love, an intoxicating word, has created a colorful life for mankind. The world of love is full of sunshine and color everywhere, and we are very

It's hard to imagine how terrible it would be if there was no love in this world.

Love will create an infinite sky for life. Bathed in the sunshine of love, we can turn indifference into kindness and hatred into tolerance.

In life, we really need a love, and we need a kind of tolerant, generous and indifferent feelings bred by love. In this way, we will put

The world is beautiful. When the flower of love blooms in the depths of our souls, all the troubles, disputes and misunderstandings in the world will disappear.

Create a warmth like spring breeze and rain.

I remember it was a Friday night. I turned on the TV and turned to the art station to watch the program "Lightning Stars Move". This time it's a

A college student of Fudan University was bedridden because of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and became a vegetable. His parents are ordinary workers and can't afford that huge sum of money.

Uh, medical expenses. But this college student likes listening to Liang Guang's songs very much. Whenever he puts these songs into Liang Guang's songs, he will show them. Hands up a little,

Or open your mouth a little. Seems to be very happy and want to sing together. Liang Guang wrote a letter to the college student immediately after learning this situation.

Encourage him and tell him that he will wake up. Later, he came to Lightning Star and made a program. In the program, he used college students.

The real case of sudden cerebral hemorrhage but no money for treatment touched many well-intentioned people, who devoted their love to college students.

Liang Guang also held a "Love Auction", in which a dress he wore when shooting the cover of his new album was taken as an auction item, and the starting price was 1 yuan, and it was sold. At this moment

Liang Guang sang a favorite fairy tale of college students. Once again, everyone donated money for college students, and the scene was very touching. I also have tears.

Send a short message to the program group, because a short message represents my heart. Finally, Liang Guang successfully raised medical expenses for this college student.

At this time, the familiar melody sounded again at the scene.

"... you have to believe that we will be like in fairy tales, and happiness is the ending. "

6. Introduce your hobbies in 300 words.

I am a sixth-grade student. As for my image, it is like this: my height is about 1.4 meters, with small pendants, black and shiny; Round little face, always with a sweet smile, revealing neat little white teeth; A pair of small eyes, shining, full of love and longing for a better life.

I was born a tomboy, yes, I really don't look like a girl. Although my mother bought me countless beautiful princess dresses, I don't like them being naughty. I always like to wear a pair of blue sweatpants, a wide sportswear and a bright red scarf. Hey, what a swagger! I am a tiger, perhaps because of this, I have developed so many strange temper and unique hobbies! ~

I like reading books, such as Youth Science and Technology News and Learning and Playing ... Once I get them, I can't let go. I am often fascinated by the stories in the book and often forget to eat and sleep.

One day, my mother gave me a book, Please Choose a Foreign Fairy Tale, and I was very happy. I sat in the chair with a thud. It looked with relish. When I saw the farmer throw away his seven children, I was very sympathetic. When I saw Mina, the maid, playing tricks on the pirate leader with wisdom, I couldn't help clapping for joy. I hit the table with my hand and broke my mother's cup. ...

Look, this is me! A lovely and naughty me, do you like me?

7. Pupils introduce themselves in their compositions.

[Pupils' Composition Self-introduction] Pupils' Self-introduction Composition: Hello, Jian Sun politician, Class 43, Yongqing No.2 Primary School, Yongqing County, Hebei Province! My name is Jian Sun politician, and I am a primary school student. I introduce myself in words.

I not only love sports, but also am very studious. Of course, I also have many shortcomings. I am not tall in my class, but I have never been bullied, but my classmates always call me grandson, so I have to ignore it.

Sometimes I really blame my father. There are more than one hundred surnames in the world. Why do I like Sun better? But what can we do? It's fate. You can't just blame dad.

I have a pair of big black eyes that are always blinking. There is a very straight nose and a leaking mouth under the eyes.

I always like to ask some childish questions. Sometimes these questions are so strange that people can't answer them. I especially love sports, such as playing badminton, running (must be sprinting), playing basketball, playing football ... I remember playing badminton when I was a child, and I played with my father for more than two hours.

My mother was afraid that we were tired, so she advised me to say, "Stop fighting, or you will get sick." . I made a face at my mother and said naughtily; Mother's adult, my father and I are very strong, you can rest assured! Then we all laughed.

I am also very studious. I think the happiest and most meaningful thing during the holiday is to go to the bookstore.

When I arrive at the bookstore, I feel like I am in an ocean of knowledge, reading every book hungrily ... sometimes I don't want to go home until the bookstore closes. Let me tell you another little secret.

But don't laugh at me It was an afternoon, just after the first class, Liu Peng and I played a game of police catching thieves.

At first, I played the thief and he played the policeman. When I was running in front, I accidentally scratched the wall chart that the teacher put on the lecture table, and my heart was in my throat. This time, it's terrible! But when Liu Peng grabbed me, he scraped the wall chart again, and the thin wall chart immediately broke into several pieces and floated to the ground.

At this time, all the students saw it and thought it was Liu Peng who broke it. I took the opportunity to gloat and said, Lao Liu, you are miserable.

He also wants to cry. Just then, the bell rang and the teacher came in.

The teacher saw that the wall chart was broken and asked who made it. The students agreed that it was Liu Peng. The teacher severely criticized him and made him stand for punishment, and I began to regret it.

Although no one knows that I participated in breaking the wall chart, why can't I admit my mistake? Today I finally said it, even if it is my deep reflection! I have said so much and told you my little secret, because I regard you as my most trusted good friend. Tell me what your secret is, will you? This is me! Do you like me? About Introducing My Composition _ Writing Practice for Pupils _ Describe me, Hu Jiajia, a little girl of medium height who doesn't like dressing up.

Under a head of black hair, there are a pair of beautiful watery eyebrows and small dimples, which are always clearly hung on the corners of the mouth even when you are not laughing. Small mouth non-stop, always like to interrupt

Mom said she ate too much chicken chin when she raised me. I look quiet on the surface, but I am naughty in my bones.

This allowed my father to take advantage of the loopholes and gave me the nickname of a little urchin. I have many shortcomings, one of which is that I often play the little princess temper.

My mouth is full of food, so my mother always compares me with Lingling next door, which makes me feel ashamed. But now I am much better, because I began to encourage myself with one sentence-I do my own thing and rely on my parents, which is not a hero.

My father is a student and writes articles about people. My father has bright eyes and a black face with a smile. My father is a very responsible person and a modest one. He is meticulous about his work and study. Recently, my father wants to compete for a post in the company, so he studies hard for a post and rarely plays Go with me.

Every day when he comes home from work, he is busy writing his speech. I changed it over and over again every time I wrote it.

Once we were shopping, my father saw a book about competing for posts and bought it home. Looking at the book, my father wrote a new speech, which he would read to my mother and me every time he finished it. If he doesn't have five minutes, he must change it again Dad has been learning with an open mind and doesn't even watch his favorite news-the United States hits Afghanistan, because if dad is laid off, our happy family will have no source of income, so dad is so nervous.

At the beginning of the speech, my mother and I were full of confidence in my father's victory. I believe my father will win and be able to work, but there is still a big stone in my heart. When dad came back, he said to us, those people didn't talk as much as I did. They spoke well.

At this time, the big stone in my heart fell to the ground, but it is still a big question mark whether my father can take office! I really love that modest father! I really love my father. He is meticulous in his work. My teacher, a student, takes personal notes. In my infinite memory, there is a tall figure that inspires me forever. He is Miss Wang.

When I entered the fifth grade, Mr. Wang introduced himself for the first time as soon as school started. After class, the students surrounded him and asked questions like a group of little angels.

Teacher Wang answered us with a smile. But in a few days, the students have made friends with him.

In this way, we had an unforgettable day. In a blink of an eye, I will leave you forever, we will leave, and we will enter another learning stage.

I hate to part with it. In order to express my mind, I bought two greeting cards, wrapped them in colored paper and gave them to two teachers respectively. To tell you the truth, I'm a little biased. I gave Mr. Wang a better card, but the one for the math teacher was almost the same.

Unexpectedly, after the first class that afternoon, Teacher Wang suddenly called me to the office and returned the greeting card I gave him to me. I think it's strange. When I was puzzled, he smiled and said, Hui Jin, you are a student and you can't make money yet. Your teacher understands.

If it is made by yourself, the teacher must accept it! I listened, my eyes were red, and these simple words of the teacher were deeply engraved in my mind like a brand. I thought to myself silently that the teacher didn't accept my gift, and I'm sorry.

Suddenly I had a brainwave and drew a portrait of the teacher and his classmates.

8. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of love.

Care is care and love, and it is everywhere.

Each of us needs care and life is indispensable. If others give us care, then we should also care for others, so that the world will be full of love! Caring for others can start with small things. For example, if you help a classmate with his homework, a piece of advice or a few words of encouragement from a good teacher can often give students unremitting motivation. For example, if you help a blind man cross the street and talk to the elderly ... these are all manifestations of caring for others. You will be flattered if you care about others. Suhomlinski said: "If every child's joy and distress are beating your heart, causing you to think, care and worry, then you can bravely choose lofty teaching as your career, and you can find creative happiness in it."

Because of love, there will be the joy of creation, and because of the joy of creation, there will be more love for education and students. The teacher loves us. Her love is selfless! Parents gave us love, and their love is great! We should also learn to care for ourselves, others and ourselves! I remember when I was in the fifth grade, our class organized a visit to the old people's home for the aged. There, we helped clean up, served them tea and water, chatted with the elderly and performed programs for them. They were so happy that they couldn't even close their mouths. Looking at their bright smiles, I want to cry. They are old and don't have much time. Shouldn't we give them more care and love? ! I think their hearts must be warm! Another time, I went shopping with my parents in Huaqiang North. My mom asked me and my dad to wait for her below. She went to the women's world to buy clothes. My father and I sat down and waited. I saw a little girl. She is very beautiful and still wears an old school uniform, but she has no arms. She writes with her feet to beg. There is ink and paper in front of her, and there is a small red bucket with money. There is a writing brush between her toes, which is stained with ink.

The handwriting is not bad I think she is so pitiful! I walked over without hesitation, put five dollars in the little red bucket, and then all the people passing by gave their love. What makes people angry is that there are always some parents who hold their children in their arms and leave at a glance. Without any love, those children have been adversely affected since childhood, which is not conducive to cultivating love. This little girl has no healthy body, no happy family and no happy school. How much she needs our love and warm hands! Here I sincerely appeal to friends all over the world to care for others and themselves! Let yourself and the people around you be full of love! Make people full of love! let the world be full of love! Care, care, love is everywhere! ! ! If the world is a hut, care is a window in the hut; If the world is a ship, then care is a bright light on the vast sea.

Being concerned is a beautiful enjoyment, and caring for others is a noble and beautiful virtue. You can also contribute a contributor whose essence is the mutual existence of love.

A person's life is made up of interaction with others. Caring for others means that people are good at understanding the situation, feelings and needs of others, and are prepared to support others morally and care for others in action.

You can also contribute. In real life, it often brings people joy or trouble, happiness or sadness, success or difficulty, success or failure. No matter what situation you are in, people need other people's corresponding understanding and care. Your parents should be very concerned about you.

You may be asked to be caring and attentive every day; You are sick and take the initiative to serve you; If you have difficulties, take the initiative to help you; Parents are nannies when they forget; Parents are teachers when they forget words; When happy, parents are small partners; When you are upset, your parents are psychologists. Their concern is bit by bit, do you find it? Do you care about your parents? Do you remember their birthdays? Did you make a cup of hot tea when they were tired? Did you wash their feet? Did you listen to them quietly? ……? ……? ……? ……? ……? Your parents have done all these things. What about you? Did you do it? Besides parents, have you ever cared about the elderly abandoned by their children? Have you ever cared about poor beggars? Have you ever cared about the injured bird? Have you ever cared ... If not, let's start now! Learn to care and care for parents; Take care of the elderly; Care for beggars; Care about ... care about all creatures that need care.

We need the care of others, and others need our care. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that there are many people around you who need your concern.

I think if you want to be happy, you should learn to care about others. Being cared for by others is a kind of happiness, and caring for others is also a kind of happiness.

Let's care about others and be happy together. Yes! As the song goes: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.

Our home will be warmer and more beautiful. It was Saturday. Jiang Hanjiao didn't come to class in the morning.

I thought there was something wrong with her, so I didn't think much. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I saw her at the school gate before having English class in the afternoon. Seeing her pale face, she quickly asked, "Jiang Hanjiao, why didn't you come this morning?" Not uncomfortable. "

Jiang Hanjiao said: "I am sick. I felt a little dizzy and had a fever this morning. I'm much better now. I am still preparing to come to class, so I came. " "I heard her say a little, and I was relieved.

Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute. However, during the break of English class, I saw Jiang Hanjiao sitting quietly in her seat, even shivering.

I quickly ran over and asked her, "Jiang Hanjiao, what's wrong with you? Are you sad again? " She said, "I'm a little cold and dizzy. It's really hard. " I was anxious and said, "Let me take you home. You look really worrying. "

"No, I can do it alone. Besides, you still have homework, which is really unnecessary. "

Jiang Hanjiao quickly refused. But I really didn't trust her and said firmly, "No, I have to send you.