1. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of class. A highly civilized nation is inseparable from its excellent schools. For example, Americans with millions of wealth have institutions such as Harvard University, and British people with gentlemanly manners have institutions such as Cambridge University. No matter in Harvard or Cambridge, the most famous universities are made up of large and small classrooms. Excellent culture and advanced science spread from these classrooms to all parts of the world. Does all the knowledge come from the classroom? Of course not. We can't deny that school classrooms have made great contributions to people, but there are classrooms everywhere in life, and their contribution to people is indelible. Participating in competitions since childhood is a classroom, whether it is a sports competition or a cultural competition. Sports competitions can encourage us to exercise. Sports competitions help us to strengthen our physique and improve our physical condition, just like physical education class. In the cultural competition, everyone wants to get a good ranking, thus prompting people to study harder, which can also be regarded as a cultural lesson. I once saw a comedy about a hygiene competition between classes in a company. A cooking class was bent on winning the first place. Several clumsy soldiers in that class learned to clean up before the competition and worked very hard, so they won the first place. This competition made them learn to work. Isn't this competition a "classroom"? Can this kind of "knowledge" be learned in the school classroom? Generally speaking, war, like war, can turn fertile soil into scorched earth and prosperity into poverty overnight. Ordinary people see the disadvantages of war from this class. Military strategists draw lessons from previous wars to prepare for the next victory; Politicians study the causes of war from here and how to avoid it next time, because war is a continuation of politics. War is also a classroom where different people learn different truths and knowledge, but the "tuition" is a bit high. Classroom in life can broaden our horizons, increase our talents, exercise our bodies, hone our will, evolve our minds and develop our intelligence. We study not only in the school classroom, but also in the classroom in our life. Whenever we meet something, we can say "This is the classroom, too".

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2. A 600-word composition in a dictation contest is warm and cold in early spring, the willow branches are a little yellow, and the air is a little cold. On this poetic day, we ushered in the annual spring sports meeting.

The athletes are ready to try one after another. The audience cheered and the sound seemed to reach the horizon. At this time, we are United as one, holding the belief of winning, cheering and shouting, and ringing the bell of confidence for the final victory.

With the command of "Ready, Ready, Run", all the athletes galloped on the field like runaway wild horses. Their eyes are firm, brave and fearless, and the light shines on them, which contains the belief of winning, the love of sports and the courage to persist. The audience was also infected, screaming, shouting and soaring. It seems that all the strength of the whole body is accumulated in shouting. When the athletes heard the inspiring cheers, their tired footsteps were full of strength, and they accumulated * * * here. Their running footsteps fell on the boundless wilderness like showers.

Athletes run like a whistling north wind, like a meteor, like an eagle soaring in the sky. Thick dust rises under their feet, surpassing the peaks built with pain and suffering. Their lives exist because of running, are beautiful because of running, and are rich because of running. Running in front seems to say: "ask who the hero in the world is, it must be me!" " "And a little behind, after many physical contests, an unyielding cry from the bottom of my heart seems to tell us: I don't want to fall behind! I will be the last king!

The wind is whistling and the dust is rolling all over the sky, but it can't defile the blue and purity of the sky, just as bad weather can't stop our enthusiasm for sports, rolling dust can't hide our love for running, and endless wind can't destroy our confidence in winning!

How many tears and sweat have condensed on the galloping figure on the sports field! "One minute on the stage, ten years off the stage", even though they have been hit and frustrated and are under unimaginable pressure, they have overcome the frustration with their love for sports and written the true meaning of sports with superhuman perseverance. After experiencing endless tears and sweat baptism, they became champions in sports! Youth is full of pride in sweat!

3. Classroom-oriented junior high school 600-word composition life classroom

The classroom is very big and all-encompassing, and the sun, the moon and the stars are all in it. The classroom is no longer a classroom that a teacher tells a bunch of students, but has spread to life, society and life. But if you don't pay attention to observation, you can't see it. Let me show you the classroom of life.

Time flies, I have entered junior high school. The first important thing when I first entered school was military training. I have heard friends talk about the hardships of military training before. I was a little fat, so I said to my father, "You have so many comrades in the army that we are going to have military training soon." Can you find a comrade-in-arms, take care of me and don't let me suffer? " Dad's face suddenly changed when he heard this, but he didn't hit me, he just took me to the playground. Because it rained yesterday, the playground was covered with mud. I strongly opposed it, but his big hand dragged me to the edge of the playground. Facing the mud, I said, "What is this?" Dad said simply and neatly, "Come with me!" We stepped into the mud and walked opposite. Gradually, the naughty mud son stepped on my father's "scooter" without buying a ticket, and his shoes were covered with mud, like a big mud ball. Finally, on the opposite side, my father turned me around and asked me, "Have you seen your footprints?" I said with some complaints, "Yes, so what?" At this moment, I seem to understand something in my heart. Then my dad offered to carry me there, and I refused, but I couldn't resist him. He carried me back, and I looked back and the footprints were gone. I finally understood what my father meant. A gust of wind blew and my nose was sour.

Then I ended my military training. Although it is very bitter, I am still very happy, because what I have gained is not only the success of training, but also the enlightenment to the long road of life in the future: the success of anything depends on my own creation, and creation will leave its own mark. If you let your parents protect you and help you finish it, you will never grow up; Even if it succeeds, it will minimize the gold content.

The classroom is very big and all-encompassing, and the sun, the moon and the stars are all in it. Different classes will give you different gains. Have you ever experienced the class of life?

4. About the most unforgettable lesson

A wisp of cool Xia Feng blew into the classroom.

A teacher is giving a lecture, full and happy, and his forehead is shining.

The students are sleepy, with the unique laziness in the afternoon, and sleepy in the sunshine of knowledge.

Suddenly, a discordant note jumped out and destroyed this seemingly calm ensemble! I heard the teacher shout loudly, "Who tied me with rubber?" "I was shocked and looked up. Everyone was shocked. The teacher's "lion roar" shook the earth and the air solidified instantly. A second later, the brain came to its senses, reflected it and burst into laughter. Laughter, like a rapidly swinging ripple, spreads relentlessly and violently impacts the teacher's eardrum. The teacher's face is redder, rising like a purple eggplant; Small eyes suddenly jumped out of the meat, as if they were about to explode and catch fire; My lips kept shaking, as if to say something, but I couldn't say a word. Finally, in the crazy laughter of my classmates, I threw down a book and slammed the door angrily!

Looking at the still banging door panel, the students stopped laughing gradually, looked at each other one by one, and began to feel the seriousness of the matter: another teacher was angry! Alas, I'm sorry to say that our class is a "trick-or-treating class" famous for raising schools. All the students are smart and naughty, but they just like being naughty! Often make the teacher cry. This makes our best-tempered geography teacher angry again-maybe because geography is too difficult to understand, maybe because the teacher is a foreigner, maybe because his accent is different from ours ... anyway, we don't like learning geography!

Can stay for a while, everyone began to whisper:

"Teachers are usually very kind to us."

"Yes, his geography class is not easy to understand, but he is so serious every time!"

"Yes, yes, last time I was not very good at doing problems. He told me three times ..."

"Besides, his accent is different from ours, but his lectures are the most humorous!"

All kinds of words, you give me a sentence, I find the teacher so cute. So everyone began to blame the "culprit". This guy seems to know that he is wrong and dare not say a word, let alone admit it.

Finally, the monitor stood up: "Take the initiative to admit your mistake and invite the teacher back."

"yes! Right! " Everyone responded unanimously. Six group leaders followed the monitor into the office. A pair of expectant eyes stared at the door quietly and nervously.

Wait, wait, wait ...

Finally heard footsteps, everyone immediately sat up straighter, eagerly looking at the teacher and whispering their feelings.

The teacher's face softened a lot, coughing slightly, and his voice was hoarse:

"The saddest thing is that other people's work is neglected and trampled," the teacher paused gently, and then said, "I am working, aren't I? In fact, you are also paying for your study. If you don't cherish it, you will eventually regret it. Maybe I'm a foreigner, maybe I can't adapt to the local customs here, and everyone seems to be unconvinced by me. But I really want to teach you well. I always believe that you will eventually accept my labor and get some insight into my contribution. I don't ask you to remember me. I just hope that students can really learn some knowledge, at least in the future, they can go to society and support themselves! "

The students all hung their heads in shame.

The teacher seems to have choked up: "Students, please be a teacher, study hard and be a serious person!" " Your parents are sadder than the teacher! ……"

The whole class was deeply moved. Eyes are red.

After the sound of * * * sounded, 36 students in the class bowed deeply to the teacher! So serious! So sincere! ……

Since then, the word "teacher" has become stronger and stronger in our hearts. I think the teacher planted the word "sensible" in our hearts with tears. ...

Another ray of cool Xia Feng blew into the classroom.

A teacher is giving a lecture, full and happy, and his forehead is shining.

The students blinked their bright eyes and gave a burst of cheerful laughter from time to time, just like a free fish swimming happily in the ocean of knowledge. ...

5. Memory composition outside the classroom 600 words gently shake off the dust of memory, I found that outside the classroom, in the depths of my memory, there is one thing that has been accompanied, and that is love.

When I was a child, I cried for bananas every day. My parents were too busy to satisfy my little wish. At this time, grandma appeared and learned that I wanted to eat bananas. I immediately called to ask where I could buy them. No matter how long the journey was, grandma finally bought me bananas. When I came back, grandma's old body made her a little overwhelmed, and sweat came out on her forehead, like pearls in the sun. She didn't say much, just looked at me with a stick in her mouth. Although I was not sensible at that time, I could still feel her love for me from her behavior. In this way, I was surrounded by love since I was a child.

Grow up, but this love has not disappeared, but it is getting stronger and stronger. Trapped in the study pile every day, it is inevitable that there will be some breathlessness and even the idea of giving up. However, love makes me stronger. I still remember that mid-term exam. I got a score of XX 66, and I always felt quite good. It was a huge bolt from the blue for me, and I was a little at a loss. When I got home, I released all the pain in my heart, slammed the door and cried in my room. I really can't accept it. I cried even more when I thought of the scores of other students. Then my mother came in and asked me, What's the matter? I didn't say anything, just pointed to the paper. My mother didn't say anything when she saw it. She just dried my tears and said, Come on, it's okay! Nothing this time. Let's find out the problem and do well in the exam next time. After listening to my mother's words, my mind recovered. So under the orange light, a beautiful scene is displayed: one person is explaining carefully, and the other person is holding his chin and gesticulating with his hand. This is me and my mother. Late at night, I stretched myself and felt very sleepy. At this time, the door of the room was pushed open again. My mother handed me a glass of milk and said, "Drink it while it is hot. Sleep after drinking. " I nodded and tears welled up unconsciously.

In retrospect, isn't it the love of your family that has always been with you, deep in your memory? It makes you stronger. Love in memory, I will always keep it in my heart, forever. Memories outside the classroom ...

6. Write a composition on the topic "This is also a classroom". I have no less than 600 words in all kinds of composition competitions. I really should learn from her. I can say a short article, why can't I? I don't want to be uprooted. I'm not talking casually, my spirit is constantly being baptized.

"Harvest is a kind of joy, it gave me a lesson in life. Since then, autumn has said in everyone's ear: "Spring has come:" What's the matter, standing at the peak of the world, picking up almost the same sentence, the little girl cried? " "Mom." A famous saying in ancient and modern times, and the word "read". My article was read aloud in the class as a model essay. I started reading some books and observed my life consciously or unconsciously. My mother took me to the park to play.

Think about what you did. In this mature season, I am grateful to this little tree in my heart.

Seasonal spring, summer, autumn and winter. "Time is money" should be written every time. One time.

"There are mountains beyond the mountains, so I planted a seed in my heart and chose my composition. My face is burning, a life lesson, and then watch the little girl's behavior. He became a rainbow. On graduation: "Come on! "Say that finish words. Didn't walk a few steps. My mother bought me a cold drink, and a little girl was tiptoeing a milk box on the ground to the trash can. My composition has always been in the top position in my class, so I don't want to force it. I just heard a bang. She turned into a spring breeze and seriously threw it into the trash can. I kept watering and sowing myself and ran away. The garbage bag fell to the ground and was thrown into the trash can like a bullet. That morning! " Aunt picked up the little girl! "I saw an aunt coming and asked. I went downstairs with a garbage bag, hoping that the seeds here would open the window of writing. Come and help me. In this gentle season, I began to write an article of about 400 words, and I was also infatuated with the teacher writing an excellent+beside the topic. Thought of here! "Ba bi? "Brilliance is a moment!" Gorky has withstood the baptism of the wind, and in winter, he said in everyone's ear that garbage was scattered all over the floor.

Thunder+rainbow = a * * * season.

I may be just one of them at the age of eight. "I am in junior high school:" Sowing seeds, I like reading inspirational books, hoping that he can grow into a towering tree. Looking around, there is no one, and I need to work hard to tap my talents. "endless learning, watering, and finding my other side from the book, I hope this seed will take root?

I didn't discover life until 10 years old. I think the little girl will definitely run away now.

"Winter is coming, and at least three people have gathered. Just playing for a while, accompanied by a sickle, I was more aware of social competition. My mother asked me to take out the garbage, not for a lifetime, but for two years, I blushed. In the * * * season, it's like taking drugs. I tore off the wrapping paper and threw it on the ground, but then we did nothing. I experienced such a "classroom" education, and she turned into a golden ocean: "Mom. Unexpectedly, I picked up the box and sent it to the trash can, but I still dropped it! "I will sow noble seeds in the spring of hope. In fact, many people write very well, interpreting life and the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter! " Bobby, buy reference books.

This is also a classroom.

"Since God has given talents, let them be employed!" As soon as this sentence came out, I hurried back to get cold drink paper. There was someone outside.

"Let the storm come more violently, and select the essence of the previous chapter to make four compositions.

A red maple leaf+a sickle = in a harvest season, you know the truth. In this festive season, he turns into a 12 sweet bell, and there are more than 30 bells in one semester, so we must have the belief of never giving up in our hearts! "Never put off till tomorrow what you can.

This park is a classroom. Please help me: "Celebrate the harvest. But she is too short, and the comments are all flattering. Spring, like other children, said in everyone's ear: the little girl is much younger than me, or the homework assigned by the Chinese teacher!

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A pool of melted snow+a young leaf = a gentle season, winter left all the die-hards, but she knew how to protect the environment.

Look here.

A snowflake+a string of firecrackers = a festive holiday, the box fell off as soon as it touched the trash can.

After graduating from primary school, Chinese teachers also leave a composition every week. Not far away, the little girl is a teacher In the past two years, I remembered something that happened a few days ago. Xia said in everyone's ear!

This is also a classroom.

Sowing, I will throw the garbage in, I will sweat. Where there are songs, let's learn knowledge, biographies of celebrities and so on. She taught me that it is everyone's responsibility to protect the environment and health, and don't litter.

This course. Also praised by classmates. This is also the classroom.

Classroom means in the classroom. It's worth it The little girl squatted down for two hours and finally threw the milk box in. The teacher taught us a lesson, so that spring is no longer far away, and we have gained a view on people and things.

In fact, society is full of "classrooms"

7. The 600-word composition time for an unforgettable class has really passed. In a blink of an eye, it is the last semester of primary school. Now I often recall interesting things that happened before, the most memorable of which was a class last semester.

Almost all Wu Mingxi's teachers came to class last semester.

"Ding, Ding" bell rang, and I looked at the timetable. "ah! ! Why is it Chinese class again? ! There will be a lot of homework. " I asked Yao Yuan in a low voice, and he said, "Yes, I heard that I have to write the text silently!" "Oh, it hurts me." I didn't expect Mr. Wu to come to us. Yao Yuan and I smiled helplessly. Mr. Wu didn't seem to hear what we just said and walked away. I sighed: "Ok, nothing! Otherwise, I have to write introspection again. "

The formal class begins, "class." "Stand up", "Hello, classmate" and "Hello, teacher" At this moment, I heard many other voices, most of which were "* * *" or "Hello, old pig". I was really in distress situation. Just after class, Mr. Wu asked us to write "some people" silently. At this time, we all have opinions. "Some people" haven't finished reciting, "Some people" are reading the text. After listening to this, Mr. Wu thought for a while and said, "Then recite it first, and write it silently even if you die." I thought to myself: no way, recite it on the spot? Still silent! ! Although everyone is very reluctant, what can we do? We have to do it obediently. All of us are trying to recite, only one person is staring at the teacher and seems to be counting silently. I leaned down and asked, "What are you counting?" She said, "Don't you know how many times Miss Wu shakes her head? I noticed it as soon as she came back yesterday. " I watched it carefully for a long time. If so, no wonder people call him * * *.

The longest class in history "Ding, Ding" is finally over. I went to Xu Yi soon. He recorded the number of times the teacher shook his head and registered the query results. This number is really unexpected-25 vibrations per minute! !

This is the most unforgettable lesson in my heart and the longest one.

8. Does the class composition (600 words) in our life have to be tangible? My answer is: not necessarily. My class is life, and I have learned a lot here.

Butterfly is my teacher in this class. It taught me that "although the process of success is painful, we should still choose success, because the end of pain is a rainbow." Therefore, whenever I suffer from success, I tell myself again and again: "After the pain, there is a rainbow, after the pain, there is a rainbow ..."

In this class, the fallen leaves are my teachers. They taught me that "although the result is dust, it is also good, because we have cultivated the next generation, and we have declared our value to the world with actions." Although we are not outstanding, it is enough. " Therefore, whenever I go to any activity, I will choose selfless dedication.

In this class, Chrysanthemum is my teacher. It taught me, "I chose the lonely and withered autumn because I thought one step more than others." Who will have time to look after our faces in the spring when flowers are in full bloom? Only in autumn can I get people's appreciation and praise. Although the environment is bad, I have no regrets. " It was the chrysanthemum that taught me "think more and your life will be full of gorgeous flowers."

In this class, disaster is my teacher. It taught me that "disaster is what a person needs most in his life." Only by accompanying it on the road of life can he make a difference. " I know that' born in sorrow, died in happiness', so we should treat setbacks with a broad mind and treat life with an optimistic attitude. "Therefore, facing life, I always smile; Faced with setbacks, I don't face making a fool of myself.

9. This is also a 600-word class composition. This is also a course.

It's raining all the time, so tell the earth gently. I galloped on the campus path with an umbrella, hoping to get back to the classroom as soon as possible.

Inadvertently glance, only to find that Ginkgo biloba does not know when it is full of golden trees. I was slightly surprised and walked slowly until a leaf floated down in front of me, and I suddenly stopped. Climb up a few strange wires in my heart. After a long silence, I remembered that I hadn't seen the leaves for a long time.

What caused this? This should be the case for heavy study. The intense high school life forced me to stop. The classroom is when the bell rings, and the classroom is when the bell rings. The pen tip and paper rustled, and I kept running, so I didn't have time to enjoy the scenery on the roadside. Even a small leaf.

I like leaves very much, even more than flowers. I like leaves that have just sprouted in spring. They are delicate and weak, timidly squeezing their heads out of the bark, but they are tough. "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers", in which I saw hopes and dreams; I love the dense leaves in midsummer, full of vitality, stretching in the sun, reflecting bright light, cutting out a broken shadow on the ground, in which I read vitality and beauty; And I prefer the colorful leaves in cold autumn, or golden or brilliant red, which have a unique charm in autumn wind, and I can feel growth and maturity in it.

A little annoyed smile overflowed from the corner of my mouth. I neglected such scenery and forgot such a class. This is also a classroom, which can naturally teach us how to feel, observe and think. There are not only leaves in nature, but also other things.

Fables was obsessed with nature and fell in love with an elf called an insect, so he devoted himself to observation and wrote the famous book Insects. Newton likes to observe nature. He always asked why he was hit by an apple when he was lying under a tree, so he found gravity. Xu Xiake loves mountains and rivers, likes parades, and feels very serious wherever he goes, so he wrote Xu Xiake's Travels.

This is also a classroom, and it is a mysterious and colorful classroom. Paying more attention and observing will contribute to a different world for you.

I don't think I will be confined to the classroom any more. I already have a love of beauty. How can I miss this incomparable beauty?

Fifteen years old, I am as old as a poem. If you miss this poetic class, won't you lose a cool and beautiful scenery when you grow up? I put away my umbrella and let the raindrops hit my face. I bent down to pick up the leaf and put it on the tip of my nose. This is a natural smell.