His story was written in 600 words.

A: This is his story composition, 600 words, both of which are acceptable.

I like to make friends since I was a child, and I also like to share with friends. However, there is an exception between me and my friend.

Once, my unit exam was only 75, which was miserable. I've never got such a bad score in an exam, and I'm very sad. When someone asks me something, I shout, "I don't know, I don't know!" " "

When I got home, I was lying in bed, crying loudly, my eyes were red with tears, and I didn't have the heart to do my homework. Suddenly, a phone call came and I answered: "Who is it?" "I, Zheng" "What's the matter? Say it quickly! " "What's wrong with you today? Is it ... "Before she finished, I hung up the phone. Then, several good friends called me and asked me, and I hung up.

The next day, I came to school, and Zheng, my deskmate, asked me again, "What happened to you yesterday?" I have no choice. I said, "I got a poor 75." She said, "I only got 78 points. It doesn't matter. " Wu Chenrui leaned in and said, "I only got 72 points in the exam. Are you okay now?" I finally smiled through tears: "Yes, it doesn't matter if I didn't do well in the exam once. Just try harder next time."

Since then, my grades have become better and better. Encouraged by friendship, I have made great progress. I sincerely thank my good friends for their help and concern. I want to share with them and make progress together!

B. Story composition of a patriot (600 words)

Patriot, an ordinary and great concept, represents a person and a group of people. I believe that everyone who loves his motherland deeply is a patriot, and some love it ordinary, but only within their power; Some people love great things, but they have devoted their lives. It is often such a group of people who inspire us all the time, and their names will always be in our hearts!

"Personally, I'm just a drop in the ocean. What is truly great is the party, the people and our great country. " What simple and sincere words, between the lines, reveal sincere love for the country and the people. In his mind, the country is the most important, the family is the most important, science is the most important, and fame and fortune are the lightest. Five years back home, ten years to play. He is a treasure house of knowledge, a banner of science and a model of China intellectuals. He is Qian Xuesen, the father of China's space flight, the father of missiles, the king of rockets and the father of "two bombs and one satellite".

Qian Xuesen is a true patriot and a great patriot. His spirit of loving the motherland and dedicating everything to the development of the country deeply touched us. He said, "My name is money, but I don't love money. I spent the first three or four years in the United States studying and the last ten years working. All this is in preparation, in order to do something for the people after returning to China-because I am from China. Because my career is in China, my achievements are in China and my home is in China. "

He said it and did it! Because his way back to China is so hard and difficult. Can be traced back to the early days of the founding of New China. The development of the motherland calls for scientists wandering around the world to return to China to build new homes. At that time, Qian Xuesen had made great achievements in the United States. At that time, when the United States learned that Qian Xuesen was going back to China, it put him under house arrest and offered him very generous conditions: luxury villas, advanced scientific research equipment, superior working environment and attractive honors. As long as Qian Xuesen stays in the United States, the United States will agree to all his requirements except returning to China. However, all this failed to shake Qian Xuesen's determination to return to China for construction.

After several years of hardships, Qian Xuesen finally detoured back to the long-awaited embrace of the motherland. When Qian Xuesen returned to the motherland, he began to develop the great cause of "two bombs and one satellite". At that time, Soviet experts withdrew and the scientific research conditions were very poor. Qian Xuesen led a group of patriotic scientific and technological workers to study hard and carefully, and finally created "two bombs and one satellite":

Atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs and satellites.

"Two bombs and one satellite" have strengthened our national defense line, and our motherland stands in the world, thanks to Qian Xuesen and a large number of patriotic scientists. Without them, there would be no prosperous China!

Qian Xuesen, a name that can never be forgotten, an example that is always worth learning! A patriot who will never be forgotten!

C. 600 words of political composition about yourself or others

No sympathy, no ridicule, no emotion. Some are just sad, some are sad, and some are helpless. ...

I deeply understand how ridiculous and pathetic I used to be. This role is like showing a movie. Scenes appeared in front of my eyes ... crying, laughing, laughing unhappy, learning, learning is not practical ... it turned out that I was so changeable and so sad.

Laugh at your ignorance, hate your incompetence, and scold your own * * *, but all this is so real, so terrible, so disappointing. ...

Faced with such people, such things, and even such a life, I have nothing to say. It's not that I indulge myself, but that there is nothing I can do.

In fact, it is a bit irresponsible to say that there is nothing you can do. After all, I made my own excuses.

Listen to other people's stories and wake up your life!

Listen to other people's stories and make a success of yourself!

D. I wrote 600 words about her story.

My story with her.

In my vague memory, I still remember seeing her for the first time. She smiled at me and looked at me with watery eyes. From that moment on, I was deeply attracted by the woman in front of me, and an unspeakable emotion sprouted in my heart.

From that day on, we were always inseparable. Every morning, she always wakes me up early and says that she wants to watch the sunrise with me and breathe some fresh air, which is good for her health. The morning sun shone on her face, and she also looked at the sun over there and showed a happy smile, such a sweet smile.

She always wants me to take part in sports. She said that she likes boys who exercise, and exercise can also strengthen their physique. So, I exercise for a while every day. When I came to her with a big sweat, she always used her handkerchief to gently dry the sweat from my forehead. She smiled, as if she felt that wiping my sweat was also a kind of happiness. Seeing the flaw on the handkerchief reminds me of the time when I fell, and she wiped the blood on my knee nervously. At that time, a feeling came to my mind, and that was happiness.

I don't know what month 15 is. The moon in the sky is particularly round and gives off special silver light. She and I went to the grass slope by the river to enjoy the moon. We were lying on the grassy slope, feeling the cool breeze of nature, and a familiar fragrance floated from her. She taught me that there are many stars in the sky, and the biggest plate is called the moon-something that people miss. In fact, I really wanted to say to her at that time: "Whenever I see the silver moonlight in the sky in the future, the first person I think of must be you." Unfortunately, I was young and not good at expressing myself. Just a kiss on her tender cheek.

That month, she changed, not only because she was fat, but also because her attitude towards me became less clingy than before. That time, I saw her vomit. I came to her at once, but she pushed me away. I'm afraid she will say "go away" to me in the future. Finally, she said to me, "I'm going to another place and I don't know when I'll be back." You should be great. "I grabbed her, but she broke my hand and left. I saw her get on the bus and slowly disappear into my sight.

Every day after that, I will miss her and come to the place where we usually walk. Watch the sunrise. Running on the road. Rest on the grassy slope by the river. I miss her more and more. At night, looking at the moonlight hanging high in the sky, she said that the big disk in the sky was called the moon and called Miss.

I waited for dozens of sleepless nights, and she came back. She lost weight and changed back to the way she was before. I was ecstatic and found that not only she came back, but he also came back. He is younger than me. I have seen her smile at him. That's the smile she gave me. I want to cry. She may not love me anymore. She may only love him.

Every day before, we were not two people, but three people. Three people watch the sunrise and exercise together. After exercise, no one wiped my sweat. She only cared about him. I called her Caopo by the river again, but she refused.

She won't talk to me anymore? Does she not love me anymore? I really want to know. But I'm afraid of getting answers I don't want. I don't want to abandon my unforgettable feelings for her. Finally, I got up the courage to ask her.

She sat with him on the grass slope by the river, and I approached and asked, "Do you still love me?" "love! Fool. " "Why do you love him so much?" "I love, I love you both, you are the darling of my mother, and I won't ignore any of you. I will always protect you with love. At this time, I cried, I threw myself into her arms, and the long-lost warmth flooded into my heart again.

There is a great emotion in the world called sex. In fact, there is a greater emotion in the world than love, and that is affection.

E. 600 words of inspirational story composition, grade one.

Knowing the world in one word, in a word, a simple story is enough to give people meaningful enlightenment in life. Thousands of lives have thousands of stories, and different experiences have different experiences. The following short story is very enlightening and thought-provoking, explaining the philosophy of life from different aspects, and it is short and pithy, with simple plot and strong readability. You are worth collecting!

Story 1: Choose

A farmer saved his wife from the flood, but his child was drowned. Afterwards, people talked about it. Some say he did the right thing, because a child can have another child, but his wife can't come back from the dead; Some people say that he did something wrong, because his wife can marry someone else, but the child can't come back from the dead. After listening to people's comments, I feel very confused: if I can only save one person, should I save my wife or my children? So I visited the farmer and asked him what he thought at that time. He replied, "I didn't think of anything. My wife passed me when the flood hit. I grabbed her and swam to the nearby hillside. When I came back, the child had been washed away by the flood. "

On the way home, I pondered the words of the peasants and said to myself: There are many so-called life choices.

Story 2: the heart of a lover

This is a true story that happened in England. A lonely old man, childless and sickly, decided to move to a nursing home. The old man announced the sale of his beautiful house. Buyers flocked to hear the news. The base price of the house was 80,000 pounds, but people quickly bid it to 654.38+10,000 pounds. Prices are still rising. The old man was deeply confused and full of melancholy. Yes, if he is in poor health, he won't sell the house where he spent most of his life. A young man in plain clothes came to the old man, bent down and whispered, "Sir, I want to buy this house, but I only have 65,438+00,000 pounds. However, if you sell the house to me, I guarantee that you will still live here, have tea, read newspapers and walk with me, and be happy every day-believe me, I will take care of you wholeheartedly! The old man nodded and smiled and sold the house to him for 1 0,000.

You don't have to kill and cheat in cold blood to realize your dreams. Sometimes, as long as you have a loving heart.

Story 3: Doctor

A doctor was assigned to a research institute and became the person with the highest academic qualifications. One day, he went fishing in the small pond behind his unit. It happened that the director and deputy director were around him and were fishing. He just nodded slightly. What are these two undergraduates talking about? After a while, the director put down the fishing rod, stretched himself and walked briskly across the water to go to the toilet. The doctor's eyes are falling: floating on the water? Really? This is a pond. When the director came back from the toilet, he also floated back from the water. What's going on here? Doctoral students are not easy to ask, they are doctoral students! After a while, the deputy director also stood up, took a few steps and floated across the water to go to the toilet. Now the doctor almost fainted: no way, go to a place where Jianghu experts are concentrated? Doctoral students are also very anxious. There are walls on both sides of this pond. It takes more than ten minutes to go to the toilet opposite, and it's too far to go back to work. What should I do? Doctoral students don't want to ask the two directors. After holding back for a long time, they got up and stepped into the water: I don't believe undergraduates can pass, but my doctoral students can't. The doctor fell into the water with a bang. Two directors pulled him out and asked him why he had to go into the water. He asked, "Why did you walk there?" The two directors smiled at each other: "There are two rows of stakes in this pond. Because it rained these two days, the water just rose below the surface. We all know the location of the stake, so we can step on it. Why don't you ask?

Education represents the past, and only learning ability can represent the future. People who respect experience can take fewer detours. A good team should be a learning team.

F. The story composition that happened around you should be about 500,600 words, but 600 words are difficult to copy.

One thing that happened to me.

What happens around us every day is not always pleasant, and some are like dark clouds all over the sky. Although the sun will disappear without a trace when it comes, it will appear again one day, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Not long ago, there was a dark cloud around me.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and my friend asked me to do my homework, so I worked with him in the dormitory all morning.

"Come on, come on, lend me the correction tape." "What are you doing? It's three times, you waste! " I turned my head and glanced at his notebook. There is a white quilt on the answer sheet. He smiled shyly and frowned and said, "Why can't you think of it?" By the way, have you worked out this problem? "well. I answered.

Just as I was about to give him the notebook, I thought about it again: no, it's hard for me to think of it. Telling him will lose a lot. So, I immediately covered my exercise book and said at once, neither will I. I haven't done it yet. He gave me a look, said nothing but said "Let's keep thinking together" and buried his head.

"I want to come out, I want to come out!" The next morning, he ran to my house in high spirits and panting. As soon as I opened the door, he said excitedly, "I figured it out." I really figured it out. " When I pulled him into my bedroom, I quickly asked, "What do you think?" He quickly woke me up and said, "Yesterday's question!" I said casually, "I've been thinking about it for a long time." Suddenly I felt something was wrong and accidentally let it slip.

I looked down and felt ashamed of my original behavior. When I looked up, he didn't mean to blame me. Instead, he smiled and said, "So you figured it out. That's great. You got it? If you don't understand, I'll tell you one thing. " I nodded at once, and he pointed to the figure and began to speak. I listened to him talk about the topic I already understood, and after he talked about it, I understood it even more.

Now, this dark cloud full of regrets has gradually dispersed, and the sun behind the dark cloud, like a glittering piece of gold, attracts me and makes me keep working hard towards him.

The taste of reading:

A humble room, a desk and a good book are enough for me, a bookworm! Reading makes me happy physically and mentally. Therefore, in my heart, the taste of reading is always sweet.

Reading is sweet, because you can know everything in the world by sitting at home. Being in the book, I can't help applauding the prosperity of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and lamenting the corruption of the Qing Dynasty. Reading brought me back to the fiery October of the Soviet Union and the forefront of China people's anti-Japanese war. Let me relive the happiness of * * * and the founding of the country ... At this time, my heart is surging and my blood is boiling. Reading, let me appreciate the elegance of China today; Advanced science and technology and strong national strength ... make me sincerely proud that I am from China. Reading has told me stories for thousands of years. How can my heart not be sweet?

The taste of reading is sweet, because reading can harvest rich fruits. The desk is full of books. Read a little today and a little tomorrow. Day after day, piles of books disappear in front of your eyes, but they are no longer knowledge on paper, but heart books printed by yourself. When necessary, you don't need to read it again, just because you know the contents of the book clearly. Aren't you sweet? Reading poems and properly using one or two in writing will make the article icing on the cake; Walking on the stage, your profound knowledge makes the speech exciting and conquering people's hearts. Time stops for you. Isn't your heart sweet?

The taste of reading is sweet, because reading can relax people's tired body and mind and experience the quiet happiness. Isn't it sweet to hold a cup of fragrant tea in your spare time and see the elegance of Liu Yong, the nobleness of Zhang Ailing, the charm of Qiong Yao and the boldness of Jin Daxia, so that your heart can swim in happiness?

If someone asks me, "What's the taste of reading?" I will definitely tell him: "How sweet, always intoxicating!"

G. My story composition with my friends is 600 words.

When I was a child, I thought that friends were partners who shared food and played with me, and I didn't know much about real friends. Later, I met Xiao D, and we lived together day and night, studied together, played together, felt the happiness and pain of growing up together, and became real good friends.

One noon last summer vacation, I was about to have lunch when the phone rang in a hurry. I quickly grabbed the receiver. It turned out to be little d, "I can't solve two math problems." Can you come to my house and tell me about them? " Little d said anxiously. My math score has always been better than that of junior D, so he always asks me some math questions. "You don't know what time it is, man? Can you wait for me to finish my meal? " I rudely pinched him back. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm too busy to see the problem, didn't look at the time. Excuse me, can you come back after dinner? " Little D said shyly, "I see, let's do this first." I said impatiently, then put down the phone and went to eat my lunch. To tell the truth, I don't want to go to his house at this time. It's noon, and it's hot outside, and the heat wave is rolling. Besides, my family lives on the sixth floor, and his family lives on the fifth floor, which is the twenty-second floor with more than two hundred steps. If you don't heat me to death, you have to kill me. I ate my meal slowly and made up my mind to find an excuse not to go to his house.

The next morning, I was doing English homework at home. I can't answer a few questions I was in a hurry to turn over my notes and books, but I still couldn't understand them. I picked up the phone and called little d without thinking. "Hey, D, I can't do some English problems. Can you come to my house and tell me about them? " I said. Little d hung up the phone without saying anything. My English is not as good as Xiao D. I always have to trouble Xiao D when I encounter problems that I can't do. And he is always responsive and patiently teaches me. But what happened today? I feel confused. Putting down the phone, I turned around and accidentally saw the watch on the wall. It's already eleven fifty, and I suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. I thought: this is really what I often say. What happened to him yesterday reminds me again today. I went back to my room in frustration. I was about to sit down when the doorbell rang. who is it? Come at this time. When I opened the door, it turned out to be little D. His round face was full of sweat and his big eyes were full of sincere apologies. "Are you anxious?" He panted, "No,no." You have a rest first. "As I spoke, I quickly let him into the room and poured him a glass of water. I know, this 1 1 floor 100 multi-step flight is a lot of exercise for him who is much shorter and fatter than me! He picked up the cup and took two sips, then began to tell me the topic. He explained it carefully and patiently. After a while, her mother called to urge him to go home for dinner, only to hear him tell her which is more important, eating or friends! Hearing this, my heart warmed up and I was really touched. The thought of what I did yesterday makes me ashamed to find a place to drill. I blushed and said to him, "I'm really sorry about yesterday ..." "What are you talking about? Are we good friends? " He patted me on the arm and said. He doesn't hold a grudge against me. He still regards me as his best friend. I was speechless, and my heart was filled with emotion.

D, let me know more about my friends. Friends are not only soul mates, they are inseparable, and they talk about everything. More importantly, we can help each other, encourage each other and make progress together.

H. The story composition of old photos is 600 words

Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like smoothing the memory in my heart. . .

It's raining in Mao Mao, and I like to look through photo albums and recall the past at this time. I don't feel well, I just think

Just like in the past, raindrops are floating in the long sky of memory, which makes people relive the ups and downs of the past.

When I opened the photo album, many photos appeared in front of me, each of which was warm because it was over.

Real records. Looking over and over, one of them is particularly memorable. In many photos, perhaps no one can do it.

I find it different. I think it is different because it has a story that I will never forget.

There are three people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone, and my grandmother is next to me. This photo is in the square tower.

This was taken in the park. My sister looked happy, but I didn't laugh, as if I were thinking a little, while my grandmother looked at me with ecstasy.

Look at us. Why my sister and I have different expressions? This has to start before taking pictures.

On this day, grandma took us to Fangta Park to play. Along the way, there are lush trees, pavilions, rockeries and ponds.

The scenery is beautiful. We are all in good spirits, talking and laughing. Go to a yard and see one.

Small pond, grandma suggested taking a picture, and of course we all raised our hands in favor. Grandma made us sit in front of the rockery.

On two stones, the mouth is still saying, "Come, my sister sits on the big stone and my sister sits on the small stone. Sit tight! " "I

Hearing this, I quickly sat up and put on what I thought was the cutest shape, but my sister on the side was unhappy.

Let us two monks confused. With grandma's patient negotiation, I finally figured out the reason.

It turned out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and sat on that small stone. Watching me pose, grandma had to keep doing it.

"Ideological work", but my sister is determined not to sit down, which is hard for everyone. Stiff for a while, I have

I'm impatient with writing. "shoot!" I shouted. Grandma looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Sister wants to sit with you."

That big rock, or ... . ? "I hurriedly sat on a small stone next to me, and my sister was exposed.

Laughed. Grandma boasted, "What a sister! How sensible and humble!" Thinking about milk

I couldn't laugh at what Milk said, but I kept the word "humility" firmly in my heart. With the flash of the flash.

This moment was frozen, and "humility" was also frozen.

Now, my sister and I have grown up, and we will never be unhappy because of small things, but I always remember.

This story, even though I didn't know what real "humility" was, at least I did it.

Point, this is what I have always been proud of.

Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like

Is to smooth the memory in my heart. . .

First, Qian Xuesen's story composition is 600 words

Qian Xuesen is China's "father of missiles". 1935 went to study in the United States, and worshipped Feng. Professor Carmen became a teacher and Feng. Professor Carmen's proud assistant is also his proud disciple. Qian Xuesen is well paid and has excellent working conditions. But at that time, Qian Xuesen still did not forget his dear motherland. He will say to everyone who praises him, "I'm from China, and everything I'm doing now is in preparation, in order to do more for the people after returning to the motherland." When the motherland was just in out of the dark, Qian Xuesen's desire to return to China became stronger and stronger. He told this story to the overseas students who were with him in China, but they told Qian Xuesen not to go back now. He said to him: "Now the motherland wants money but no money, and it needs equipment and no equipment. It is difficult to go back to scientific research now. " But Qian Xuesen didn't take it seriously.

Two days before Qian Xuesen planned to leave Los Angeles, the US Immigration Bureau sent a letter to Qian Xuesen-not allowed to return home! The Immigration Bureau threatened to leave the country without authorization and be fined or even jailed if caught! A few days later, he was arrested at the detention center of the US Immigration and Naturalization Service. The "crime" is "participating in a political party that advocates overthrowing the United States by force." In the detention center, Qian Xuesen was imprisoned like a criminal. Qian Xuesen once recalled: "15 days of confinement, I lost 30 pounds." In the detention center, every night, spies will come in every other hour to wake you up, leaving you in a state of extreme tension. I can't talk. Many people want to save him.

After a series of efforts, our president personally sent two American prisoners back to the United States. Qian Xuesen finally returned to the motherland after a 20-year absence on1June, 955+10/October 18. Qian Xuesen made a lot of contributions to our country after returning to China.