Write an 800-word composition.

Writing composition (1): Since I began to remember, many things have happened, some of which have faded away, but one thing has always been fresh in my memory.

I remember when I was in the second grade, I had an eleventh holiday, and the whole family came to my grandmother's house. My mother suggested, "Let's eat jiaozi this day!" Everyone agreed.

So we launched a family mobilization activity-Bao jiaozi. Mom said, "Baby, come and learn to pack jiaozi!" " "Although I said excitedly," Well, I've always wanted to learn! " "But I didn't think so in my heart, thinking: What's so rare about jiaozi? Why not put some stuffing in it? No big deal. However, I looked at my father who was packing jiaozi and said disdainfully, "What's the big deal? I wrapped it better than you. Don't believe it? You wait and see! "

After that, I picked up a dumpling wrapper, stuffed a large piece of stuffing into my head and squeezed it hard. "Ah, something is so sticky!" "I shouted with a frown, and everyone was shocked. Originally, I just put too much stuffing and broke the dumpling skin. Dad burst out laughing. At this moment, my face suddenly turned red, and tears swirled in my eyes, almost coming out. Just now, my domineering was gone like an overturned ball, which was really embarrassing. If there were cracks in the ground, I would have gone in.

Seeing this, my father was afraid that I was too embarrassed, and quickly came to help me out: "Don't laugh, our baby is not stupid, but he can teach, but he is not?" Dad turned around and gave me a wink. I quickly said to my father, "Dad, come and teach me!" " "Dad nodded with a smile. This time, I mean it. I carefully looked at my father's tricks. I saw that his left hand was semicircular, and his right hand picked up the dumpling wrapper and put it on his left hand. Then he picked up chopsticks and put a little stuffing in, holding the skin skillfully with his right hand. A semicircle jiaozi appeared in Dad's hand at the moment. At this moment, the father said, "It's your turn. "I am very nervous. My father told me not to worry about it, but I still didn't feel at ease. I thought, can you wrap it up this time? If my schoolbag is not good and my father wants to help me out, will everyone call me stupid?

Dad seemed to read my mind and said to me earnestly, "It doesn't matter. If the bag is broken, you can learn.". Anyone will be born! " My father's words made me more courageous. I know from my father's appearance. When I fell here, I finally wrapped a semicircular jiaozi. I smiled on my face and felt sweeter than eating honey.

However, this incident is one of my most unforgettable events. Because I understand that nothing is taken for granted. Be modest, ask others what you don't understand, and pretend to understand.

Since then, I have never been proud.

Writing Composition (2): In the picture I remember, many things fade away with the passage of time, but only one thing is still fresh in my memory.

The flowers outside my window bloomed a few days ago, and they looked particularly beautiful under the sunlight. They are so beautiful that the grass wants to hold their hands and dance with them like gentlemen. So beautiful that passers-by bend over to admire its beauty; Looking at the little girls outside the window, looking at them is beautiful. ...

However, I was fascinated by planting grass and flowers and begged my father to buy me a pot of flowers.

My father finally agreed to buy me a pot of flowers. "Flowers, like people, also need the care of others. If you want to have her beauty, you must be responsible for her. Can you promise to take good care of her? " Dad asked me. I agreed wholeheartedly.

On the weekend, my father took me to the flower market and bought a favorite flower. Dad asked me to carefully observe and record the growth process of Xiaohua and water and fertilize her on time.

The first few days, I was very excited. Water the flowers on time every day, and constantly move the flowerpot according to the sunshine, so that the flowers can absorb more sunshine. I also took out a small notebook and wrote some symbols on it that only I could understand, recording the growth of flowers. Dad is very satisfied with all this.

Slowly, after the initial freshness, I watered the flowers less and less, even for a few days, I forgot, didn't take notes, and put the matter of raising flowers to the cloud nine. As a result, the flowers slowly wither, the leaves turn yellow and they will die in a few days.

One day after dinner, my father called me to the balcony and asked me, "Have you watered the flowers these days?" "I forgot." "Why forget, who promised to take care of her when buying flowers?" I looked down and couldn't answer my father's question.

Dad said earnestly, "what you do must be done, and what you promise must be done in the end." This potted flower is equivalent to you. If you have shortcomings, we will ignore your shortcomings and let you develop. However, we are not responsible for you. Flowers, like people, need our careful care and careful cultivation to grow healthily and to produce beautiful flowers. " Hearing this, I feel very ashamed and sorry for this little life in front of me.

Since then, I have watered the flowers on time every day, let her bask in the sun and fertilize her every once in a while. Soon the flowers came back to life.

And I, because of this beautiful flower, have developed a good habit of doing things from beginning to end and being responsible for the end.

Writing composition (3): This summer vacation is really colorful, and there are countless interesting things happening like the stars in the sky. However, what impressed me the most was this incident. (Although this is a joke to everyone)

On the busy street, a handsome "tomboy" came face to face, and it was only me. I am wearing a handsome samurai hat and a jacket with a black background and many white five-pointed stars on it. Broken jeans with a pair of cool shoes and a cool skateboard. This dress increased my turn, and I felt that people around me were taking a curtain call to me. These eyes lined up neatly, flying around me one by one, turning around me.

At this time, an unremarkable banana peel appeared in front of my eyes, probably the imperial banana peel. Because it is too small, I think my superb technology is more than enough to avoid it. I accelerated and quickly slipped past. Suddenly the direction was off, and the wheel of the skateboard touched the banana skin. Bang, the skateboard flew out, and I followed. I was even more embarrassed when I stepped on a banana peel. However, when I fell, my head hit the trash can. After landing, he lay on his back, his limbs spread out on the ground, forming a "big" shape. My hands and feet are skinned, and my head is swollen with a big bag like a mountain, and my face is twisted with pain. By the time I realized it, there were already many people around, and this scene made me want to find a place to disappear. However, perhaps this relatively big action has attracted the attention and discussion of many people. These eyes are full of drama, helplessness, ridicule and sympathy. It is also a constant comment.

"Son, you are so naughty and fall, and you deserve it!"

"Come on, come on, the child is so naughty. Go and help her."

I fell, but it was a great goal. At this time, there were bursts of' laughter' in the distance. I looked intently and saw a fool sitting in the square, and he was laughing there, which made me even more shy. I thought: they laughed at me, even you fool, hum, I quit!

I reached for something made of silk and tried to stand up. Unexpectedly, I pulled it down when I tried hard. As soon as I saw it, the stockings in the nearby store were originally. This once again attracted a lot of jokes, so I quickly cleaned up the shop for others, apologized and ran away in confusion.

After experiencing the big oolong again and again, I dare not be careless anymore. It's unforgettable!

Writing Composition (4): On Sunday afternoon, I went to the post office to post a letter. I took advantage of my small size to get in and out of the cracks, bought stamps and envelopes, found a small space, bowed my head and wrote down the address and name of the recipient. Suddenly, a strange cry came from my ear: Brother, can I borrow your pen? I looked up at the voice, but it was a dark and ugly girl standing beside me. Seeing her old mug, my heart suddenly quickened and I felt sick. I really want to leave. Unexpectedly, disgusting, she turned over and smiled at me. I saw that she was neither tall nor fat, dressed simply, about seventeen or eighteen. Although not beautiful, her thin black face and watery eyes contain goodwill and give people a kind feeling. I think she may work in a factory nearby. Just as I was hesitating, she said politely, good brother, will you lend me your pen? With hope and anxiety in his eyes. I handed her the pen. But after she took the pen in my hand, she seemed to hesitate again with an embarrassed expression on her face. I looked at her embarrassed face, and my heart was really mixed. You are a real person, but why did you stay with the pen? Write quickly. I urged her against my will. When she saw that I was angry, she was so anxious that she cried: Good brother, it's all my fault. In fact, she wanted to talk and stop. How are you? I asked in a panic. My handwriting is not good. I'm really worried about the wrong address! Tell you what, you help me write it, and I'll give you two yuan, okay? As she spoke, she took out a brand-new two-yuan RMB from her pocket. I feel ashamed to see her like this. She looked at me angrily.

Instead, I smiled and said, I know you won't want my money, so I boldly asked you for help. I listened to her story when I was holding an envelope and a piece of paper with an address on it. Her family lives in a poor ravine in Sichuan and has been working here for almost a year. A few days ago, she saw on TV that some children in poor areas had to farm with their parents since childhood because their families were poor and they had no money to go to school. What a pity! She said, however, because my family was poor, I dropped out of school after I was in the third grade. Going out to work makes me suffer from illiteracy. I don't want to see more brothers and sisters on my unfortunate path. I want to take out 400 yuan from my work savings for one year and donate it to Project Hope! However, I am sincere. After listening to her touching words, I couldn't help crying and felt even more ashamed. I helped her write the address, sent a letter and watched her disappear into the crowd. I suddenly remembered a philosopher's words: external beauty is temporary, but unreliable. Only internal beauty is real and eternal beauty.

Writing Composition (5): Yo, our eldest lady has put on weight. First the deskmate said to the girl sitting in the front row. The girl stood beside me angrily, picked up my eraser and prepared to smash it. I immediately stood up, grabbed the eraser and sat down immediately. The girl didn't speak and went back to her seat. The deskmate suddenly stood up and said to the girl, ignore her, she is like this. He seems to pretend that I don't exist and speak so loudly. What about me? Of course I won't give in. Yell at him: Say it again if you dare! Sure enough, he really said it. Don't think that you are a stranger, so I am afraid of you! I was very angry with him and gave him a push. He fell heavily to the ground. He was startled. I added: don't treat politeness as a blessing! Then I sat back in my seat. He also stood up and sat back in his seat. We didn't talk that morning, and I didn't listen to the class much, so I finally felt that I had gone too far.

You want to apologize? I said to myself. Okay, apologize. No, I'm sorry, I have no face. But how? At this moment, the eraser appeared in front of me. I picked it up and pointed to it and said, it's all your fault. Won't you hide? How stupid are you? How did she get you? Then I put it down and stayed at my desk for a while. Suddenly, I seem to have figured it out, picked up my schoolbag and hurried to school.

I walked into the small shop at the school gate, then came out and jumped into the school as usual.

When I walked to the classroom, the girl had arrived. I walked up to her and she looked at me: What are you doing? Me? I pointed to myself and said I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to give this to you. What? This. However, I seem to be doing magic, and I do it from behind. Eraser? Why did you give this? I don't think you have an eraser, so I will give it to you. But I can't give you that piece. Huh? She's confused. What are you talking about? Nothing to say. I'll send four! Then he left in a hurry.

When I arrived at my seat, my deskmate arrived. I stared at him, and he deliberately avoided my eyes. I began to speak: I'm sorry for this day, but I shouldn't be so bad to people. Say that finish, her face is red. I'm sorry, but I was wrong. I want to apologize, but I understand that you are embarrassed. I didn't know at first. After that:

I was complaining about the eraser. Suddenly, I saw a line on the eraser. I lost a friend. However, I wrote it shortly after Xiaohe's death, and then I figured it out. I can't lose another good friend. So I came to apologize.

The deskmate was silent after listening. At this time, I took out a bag of candy and stuffed it in his hand: this is my favorite, you keep it.

This matter is over.

Writing Composition (6): In life, many people have unforgettable things. I am no exception. One thing impressed me the most and I will never forget it.

One afternoon after school, I was walking home with my schoolbag on my back. At a corner, I witnessed an unforgettable scene: my father and my 4-year-old son were walking, and there were several bottles filled with milk tea by the roadside. The vivid pictures and bright patterns on the bottle caught the children's attention. He probably thought it was just his toy, so he cheered and rushed to pick up the bottle. The child's father was looking up at the scenery in the air and suddenly found the scene in front of him, so he quickly stepped forward and kicked the bottle open. The child missed the air and ran to another bottle unwillingly. Father quickly kicked away another bottle. The child closed the air again. "dad! I want it! I want it! " The child cried while shouting, and at the same time quickly picked up a bottle nearest to him. As soon as he succeeded, he burst into tears and smiled. Unexpectedly, the child's father immediately went to the child's side, grabbed the child's small wrist with one hand, pulled out the bottle with the other hand, and threw it in the grass by the roadside. "dad! Where are the bottles? Blare ... "The child cried and shouted. "The bottle is gone!" The father of the child can't say anything. "blare! Oh! I want a bottle! I want a bottle! ..... ",seeing the child crying so badly, dad panicked and quickly said," The baby doesn't cry, so dad will buy you a lot of fun toys in the future, okay? " But the child kept shaking his head. Father suddenly got angry and scolded, "What! You are not obedient at your age! That bottle is so dirty, what's the use of that thing? " As he spoke, he picked a bougainvillea and threw it in the child's hand. "If you don't want toys, I'll take this!" Coincidentally, a mother and son came up and said, "

Uncle, what a pity to pick this bougainvillea! Passers-by drift there every day, and it feels like a good scenery. "Father love a ignore to drag his children away.

Compared with my situation, this scene in front of me is really different! Yes, my parents always discuss with me first: hope! After 5 minutes, 10 minutes, start to write homework. Pan Pan! Get up in 5 minutes, 10 minutes; Pan Pan! Pay attention to hygiene and health, but don't pay attention to hygiene and go to the hospital for injections and medicine! Please make the right choice; ..... Compared with this child, I can't forget his situation-no right to choose; At the same time, I am glad that my situation is really good from the bottom of my heart-my parents gave me some choices.

Writing (7): Everyone always blames others, and often makes himself feel ashamed in the end, just because I don't trust others.

When I was sitting in the study, listening to music leisurely, there was a clear knock at the door. I crept to the door, looked at a stranger with a cat's eye and answered softly, who is it? Property! I turned my head and thought about it. I heard that people used to pretend to be property and steal things from other people's homes. How did I meet them today? With a feeling of anxiety, I opened the door carefully. Look at him, he is honest and smiling, but I can't be misunderstood by appearances. He seems to have read my mind and smiled and said that he came to repair the waterway because of my father.

To repair the waterway? Why don't I listen to my dad? Is he really a thief? I let him in with a grain of salt, and he went straight to the balcony, picked up a short stick and knocked on the waterway. What does he want? I quietly walked up to him and watched. Where is your bathroom? He still smiled at me. I pointed, and he passed.

Is there anything valuable in the bathroom? After a while, he came to the balcony with a hose, turned on the tap and let the water out with the hose. I thought he wouldn't steal, so I hid in the study and watched him secretly. After working for a while, he went to the bedroom, carefully observed the wall near the balcony and began to move. No, there is a notebook and some gold and silver jewelry by the wall. It will be stolen! I suddenly rushed out, walked up to him and shouted, What are you doing? It seems that he was startled by me and said timidly that he would come to see the water pipe outside the window by the wall, because when he was repairing the water road, he saw that the water pipe next to him was broken and he couldn't get through, so he had to go to the bedroom to have a look. I looked at it, and sure enough, there was a water pipe in the window by the wall, and the valuables were intact by the wall. Oh, my God, what am I doing? I am so grumpy to a kind person. I was wrong about him. I'm really ashamed. I gritted my teeth and waved and said, no, nothing, nothing, hehe. He said that and left. I froze there and felt like I wanted to dig a hole.

No problem, it's fixed. He is still smiling. I forced a smile and said thank you to him, but I never had a taste in my heart. He is a good man, but I don't believe him and blame him for being a thief. I have 10 thousand apologies in my heart, and I can only feel deeply sorry for him.

If you trust others, you won't let the wrong thing happen.

Writing composition (8): Home is the harbor of my life, which encourages me when I am discouraged; When I succeed, it reminds me not to be proud; When I am bored, it spends my leisure time with me. In a word, I have a happy family. I can't forget the family affairs in the past, but today's family affairs deserve my careful appreciation.

However, on another Sunday I hate, the weekly composition class, English class and Olympic math class seem to be a lead block in my heart, which makes me breathless.

Tintin's familiar alarm clock rings in my ear, and my eyelids seem to be stuck and I don't want to open them. My mother strode into my room, and then she nagged, and my eyelids barely opened. My mother quickly took out a brand-new suit from the closet. I rubbed my eyes and looked tired. My mother looked at the sun that had risen so high, and her face flushed with anxiety. She quickly changed her clothes. You are too late for class. I realized that I looked at the time and suddenly woke up, like pouring a pot of cold water on my head. It's already eight o'clock! I grabbed my clothes, stretched out my hands, and hurried to prepare school supplies for the composition class, so my mother set off with me on an electric car. I sat in the back seat of the electric car and found some silver wires in my mother's black hair. In an instant, the classroom has been forgotten by me, the fragments of memory have been picked up and woven into a set of scrolls, and I think of my ordinary and happy home again.

However, mother is the manager of our family. Besides, she is also a salesman. My father works outside, and my mother also goes to work on weekdays. However, if a guest comes to my house on weekdays, the first thing that catches your eye when you enter the door is the clean floor and neatly arranged furniture, and you will give a thumbs up and be full of praise. This is the result of my mother's labor. At the thought of mirror-like transparent white tiles, a warm current came to my heart, surrounded me and told my mother how much she loved me. However, out of concern for my study and care for me, she helped me sign up for an interest class. I think of my morning, and I just feel guilty. I promise, I will get good grades in the exam to repay my mother's efforts. My fist rattled and I felt a lot of sweat oozing from my palm.

If my home is compared to a pearl necklace, then my mother wears this necklace to make the pearls in my mother's heart shine.