Write a 400-word composition.

I have a lovely sister. She has a round head, an ancient queen's eyebrows, and a pair of watery and crystal clear eyes, which are narrowed into a line when laughing, and those eyes like lychee are spinning in their eyes. There is a flat but lovely nose under the eyes. A cherry mouth hangs under the nose. There is a shiny black hair on this round head. My sister is a monkey, so she is always as soft as steel. Quiet rather than elegant, naughty rather than interesting.

Once when I was playing computer, she came to me and asked me to grab it. Anyway, I won't do it, so she took out her killer weapon: first, make peace; Second, pretend to cry; Third, tell your parents. "Elder brother, why don't we play alone for a while, ok?" I didn't answer and stared at the computer. When she saw that I didn't answer, two pairs of eyelashes flashed. "Boo hoo" With the coming of crying, two crystal dewdrops fell. Over time, I still kept looking at the computer and ignored her. Finally, her ultimate killer skill came out.

"Mom, mom, my brother bullied me and wouldn't let me play computer." With the appearance of words, her feet stamped on her mother. Jiahao, come down, stop playing and let your sister play. "Alas, sad, sad. After all, obedient men can't beat women!

Well, isn't she a little gloomy, so I gave her a nickname-"Monkey Child"!

Write a person, write a composition in 400 words. 2 Every profession is sacred, even the most easily overlooked and insignificant profession is useful to us. Some dust fell on the wall at home, so my mother invited the painter to paint the wall at our house. The painter's surname is Wang and everyone calls him Master Wang. Master Wang is not tall, his face is a little round, his eyes are small, and there is an obvious mole under his mouth. Looking at him always reminds me of the bad guys in TV dramas. I asked my mother, "Mom, can he paint the wall well?" My mother touched my head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, people's craftsmanship is not generally good." Hearing this, the man scratched his head: "Don't worry, big sister, I don't want money if I can't brush well." Having said that, I still doubt him. Who knows if what he said is true? I saw him take out a bucket of paint, stir it evenly, dip a little paint with a brush, then from top to bottom, from left to right, first inside and then outside, and finally gently decorate the edges and corners with a brush. It has been three hours since he finished painting the wall. His mother handed him the money and said, "Master Wang, thank you so much today. Otherwise, why don't you go after dinner at my house? " He shook his head, took the money from his mother and left. Looking at the clean white walls, I feel extremely ashamed. I really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Facing the white wall, I think the profession of painter is also sacred and worthy of respect.

The world is fair, even if you are at the bottom, don't sell yourself short, because there will always be people who appreciate you.

My mother is an ordinary woman. She has shiny black hair and black diamond eyes shining under crescent eyebrows. She has an extraordinary experience.

Because my father is a soldier and has been working in other places for a long time, my mother and I are left at home. My mother propped up this family with weak shoulders. Every day, my mother basically picks me up from school. Watching my mother work so hard, I have developed the habit of independence, and sometimes I go home by car alone. Every night, my mother cooks and helps me with my homework. Looking at her busy figure, my heart hurts inexplicably, but my mother has never shouted bitterness and tiredness, working silently for this family, with a bright smile on her face forever.

My mother likes to help others. When Yushu earthquake happened, she donated 300 yuan to the people in the disaster area. She said, "She is happy to help others!" "My mother will comfort people. Whenever I don't do well in the exam, she always says to me thoughtfully, "It doesn't matter, son, you have the wrong reason, and you will do well in the exam next time." "Whenever this happens, there is a warm current in my heart.

"Mom" is a glorious title given by God; "Mom" is an unforgettable title. Maternal love is a continuous mountain, and maternal love is a running river. Here, I want to sincerely say to mothers all over the world: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "

My father's hand is not as delicate and smooth as mine, but big and rough, with a thick layer of calluses engraved with countless hardships.

The food on the table was bought by my father himself; Those neat words in the exercise book were also taught by my father; Those fluttering clothes in the closet were also bought by my father himself. Generally speaking, my life is absolutely inseparable from my father's hand.

These hands took me to the park and played around when I was very young. My father is an ordinary construction worker. His work is very tiring and bitter. He always holds steel bars, cement and sand in his hand, which has been callused for a long time. Dad is very busy at work, but he always takes time out of his busy work, takes me around and walks with me.

One night, my father and I went for a walk outside. Suddenly, my father reached out and took my hand. He looked at the starry night sky and said, "Before long, my daughter will be taller than me. At that time, my father was old, and I had to let you take me away! " I didn't say a word, holding my father's calloused hand and suddenly burst into tears.

Dad, your hand is a compass, which showed me the way when I got lost. Your hand is a mountain, which gives me the desire to win. Your hand is an umbrella, always sheltering me from the wind and rain.

Five people have to go through many things in their lives. Over time, most of them will be forgotten, but some things will be engraved in my heart forever.

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Dad has a small scar on his hand. I asked him what happened, and he told me the following story.

"When I was young, there was a big Embryo Cat at home. This cat is especially good at catching mice. Suddenly one day, your uncle took it home from the mountain, and the cat screamed desperately. It turned out to be broken by the clamp. In order to catch foxes and rabbits, people in the mountains will put some traps in frequented places. We call them "iron cats". These things are so powerful that even the fiercest animals can't escape once they catch them. Your uncle got off the "iron anchor" and went to the mountain the next day to see if he caught any prey. He never wants to catch his cat. Since then, the cat has become three legs.

At that time, I was naive and felt that this cat at home was particularly pitiful. One day, when I passed the mill in the village. I saw a mouse get into the stone mill and steal bran from it. Old people of all ages know that flour used to be ground with stone, and some bran or something should be left after grinding, so that it will not be idle and worn out when it is used at the beginning next time.

Seeing a mouse stealing food, I want to catch it and feed it to our poor cat. So I grabbed the mouse's tail and walked home. Walking, the mouse turned and bit my hand, leaving this scar.

Children are naive to think about things. Although innocence is not a bad thing, sometimes I don't know that danger is approaching. This scar on my hand is a good proof. "

Write a person, write a composition in 400 words. Everyone has a celebrity he admires, and of course, I am no exception. The celebrity I admire in my heart is Beethoven.

Beethoven is the greatest musician in Germany. He was born in a civilian family, studied music with his father since childhood, and showed his musical talent very early. He began to perform at the age of eight.

Beethoven is always full of a fiery heart, but his enthusiasm is very unfortunate. He always experienced hope and enthusiasm, disappointment and resistance, which eventually became the source of inspiration for his music creation. When he felt deaf, he almost despaired. Since then, he has a bad temper and feels that life seems impossible. For a musician, how can you be deaf! The symphony of destiny is bold and heroic, which shows Beethoven's injustice to fate. "I want to hold my destiny by the throat." Beethoven was indomitable in the face of fate and wrote many wonderful songs.

Beethoven is the soul of music; Beethoven is the real songwriter; He is a great musician!

Beethoven was a master. A pair of powerful hands, fluffy hair like a flame, like a pair of sapphire eyes in the deep sea, so deep and unpredictable.

Those who have heard the symphony of destiny must know that it is vigorous; People who have heard of moonlight must know how to be quiet. Those who have heard the pastoral symphony must understand. Those who have read Beethoven's thoughts must know Beethoven's tenacity, his pain and his misfortune. And I am a person who can read his heart.

The celebrity I admire in my heart is the great Beethoven, an immortal angel of music.

Write a person, write a composition in 400 words 7 Childhood may be the happiest and most colorful time in life. Sometimes, we are excited by being praised; Sometimes, we will be angry because of injustice; Sometimes, we will sigh and complain because we have been wronged; Sometimes, we will rejoice because we have realized our wishes ... childhood life is so colorful. Not to mention my childhood.

I remember that one summer vacation, the sun scorched the earth like a fireball, and Mr. Feng didn't come to visit. I sat in the yard and fanned my fan hard, but the sweat as big as soybeans kept coming out. Just about to go into the bedroom to watch TV, my father came over and said to me with a smile; "Daughter, let's play three sets of gobang. Whoever wins will get a popsicle. How about it? " When I heard that there were popsicles to eat, I was overjoyed and readily agreed.

The competition started, and my father and I fought fiercely for the prize. In the first game, my father let me win because I was careless in playing chess; In the second game, my father learned the last lesson and stared at the chessboard. I played every move carefully, and as a result, I lost my breath. In the third game, my father and I played neck and neck. After three minutes, the winner is still undecided. I suddenly turned around, but the victory was in the dim light-I had already won, and I haven't found it yet. Looking at my father as if nothing had happened, I thought: You are really good, and you almost cheated me. I will give you a good "counterattack"! So, when my father went to the toilet, I put a layer of double-sided tape on my father's bench and went back to my seat, waiting patiently for my father to come back. Thirty minutes passed and dad hasn't come yet. I couldn't wait, so I asked my mom where my dad went, and my mom actually said that my dad went upstairs to sleep.

Childhood is so colorful!

My grandfather is of medium height, with gray hair and several wrinkles on his face, and his eyes are always shining with love and wisdom. Although grandpa is very old, he is still very capable. Grandpa likes me very much. He often plays with me, fights with me, makes me happy and often tells me stories, which makes me understand a lot!

I remember once, my grandfather came to take me home. It suddenly rained cats and dogs that day, and the sky flashed and thundered. My grandfather didn't bring an umbrella. At this moment, grandpa immediately stopped his bike, took off his hat and put it on my head, took off his coat and put it on me, patted me on the head and quickly got on his bike and went home. I sat in the back and saw grandpa's back wet. I said loudly, "Grandpa, you are all wet." Grandpa smiled and said, "Nothing, just don't get my little grandson wet!" " "I saw the rain flowing down from my grandfather's back, and I felt that my grandfather didn't get wet because of the rain, regardless of his own body. My grandfather is so kind! I must take good care of grandpa when I grow up!

When I got home, my grandmother saw it, dressed my grandfather and said, "This time it's a drowned rat!" " Grandpa said, "It doesn't matter!" This is my grandfather, selfless love for future generations, taught me how to care about others! I love you.-Grandpa!

Write a person to write a composition in 400 words. 9 Mom is a big tree, we are grass, and mom shelters us from the wind and rain. Mother is the blue sky, we are birds, and mother makes us free and happy; Mother is a pencil box, we are pencils, and mother made us a warm nest.

My mother loves me, and I love my mother. My mother and I get along very well. Usually everything I say makes my mother laugh.

Once, my mother took me to eat Daoxiao Noodles. After a while, two bowls of noodles were cooked. I put some beef in the bowl and ate it. The more I eat, the more I eat Finally my mother said, "Can you eat?" If you can't eat, just give me some. ""good. "I promised. So my mother picked a little and some beef. I am extremely distressed, but I never expected it. After a while, my mother picked up the meat and gave it to me. Ah! Mom is really great.

Another time, when I was two or three years old, my father was on a business trip and my mother and I were at home. One night, I had a stomachache. My mother asked me to play with building blocks, saying it might relieve the pain. So I called, but it still hurts. My mother put on her shoes and coat, and I ran to the hospital on her back. Although my home is near Pok Oi Hospital, my mother is still sweating all the way behind my back. I cried on my mother's back.

Mom, you are my guiding light, my guide and my pride. You will always make me proud, no matter before, now or in the future.

Write a composition 400 words 10 Saturday night, cloudy, with Mao Mao rain from time to time. Several stray dogs are playing carefree on the road. Suddenly, a big truck roared by, and my heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I know something unfortunate has happened. ...

A poor mother stray dog opened her eyes and lay motionless on the road. The stray dog came soon, stroking his mother's hair with his little hand, and called "woof, woof ……" as if to say, "Mom, I'm hungry, please help me find something to eat." However, the stray dog barked and barked, but my mother didn't respond at all. The stray dog doesn't know whether its mother is dead or alive. He kept touching his mother with his little hands and licking his mother with his tongue. However, the stray dog unexpectedly found that the back of his mother's head was cracked and the road was red with blood. The stray dog held his mother in his arms and could not bear to leave.

Stray dogs suddenly recalled what their mother had done to them before. It was a cold winter. My mother uses body hair to protect herself from the wind and rain, and often has a high fever for herself. When I was hungry, my mother went to help me find food alone. Just like today, my mother lost her life to save herself. Seeing this, I just want to say five words "happiness is great".

At this time, a cleaner picked up the dead dog mother and threw it into the trash can, but the stray dog couldn't bear to be separated from her mother, so he took the cleaner's pants and knelt down to beg for mercy not to throw her away. This is such a touching scene that even we humans sometimes can't do it.

Seeing this, my tears flowed down again. What a happy family this is. We can die for our children. Their touching scene deeply touched countless people!

I have a seven-year-old brother. He has watery eyes under his heavy eyebrows. His face is red, like two apples. He has an old habit-gluttony.

Once I was sick, my mother cooked three eggs. Prepare me to eat two, one for my brother. My brother eats ginseng fruit like a pig. When he saw that I had another one, he pursed his lips and said, "Why do I only have one, and why does my sister have two?" I glanced at the eggs in the bowl with my eyes, and my mouth watered. Mom said I was sick and should eat two. The younger brother said mischievously, "I wish I were ill. I can eat two eggs." I can't help laughing.

Another time, our art teacher said to bring a red apple as a doll's headdress. I prepared an apple the night before. The next morning, I went to school with my brother and found him eating an apple in his hand, which looked like mine. I asked him, "Brother, where did you get the apple?" He ate and said, "I took it on the table." Hearing this, I froze and quickly opened my schoolbag and looked at it. Oh, no, I forgot to put my apple in my schoolbag and my brother ate it. Look at my brother again. Take a bite of the apple everywhere. He has eaten half an apple and kept saying, "delicious, delicious." I saw it. I'm really in distress situation.

Alas, no wonder my brother is a mouse!

I have an amiable grandmother. She has black curly hair and small eyes, but she is bright and has no wrinkles and stains on her face. She looks very young. Grandma has a "frugal" feature, and I'll tell you-tell you.

Grandma lives a frugal life. If I drop rice on the table at ordinary times, she asks me to pick it up and tells me not to waste it. Another thing is to turn on the heating. One day, the wind was biting, and I was shivering with cold. I wanted to go home with heating all the way, so I couldn't bear it and went home. But when I got home, I was disappointed and didn't turn on the heating. Grandma is sitting on the sofa watching TV in a thick down jacket. I immediately asked, "Grandma, why don't you turn on the heating in such a cold day?" Grandma smiled and said, "Put on more clothes and it won't be cold. Children should not turn on the heating easily, it consumes too much electricity. I pouted and replied unhappily, "Grandma, don't be so frugal. It's not like you can't afford electricity. "When I said this, grandma was so angry that she ignored me. At this time, my father just came back and saw and heard all this. He smiled and took his grandmother's hand and said, "Mom, now that the living standard has improved, you should enjoy it. Don't be so frugal The money that should be spent is still spent. "After listening to my father's persuasion, grandma smiled and we were all very happy. Dad picked up the remote control and "dripped" and the heating turned on.

Alas! This is my grandmother, a frugal grandmother.

Write 400 words about people and things 13 Whenever I think of that white-haired grandfather, what do I always want to say to him? You touched me so much.

One afternoon, the school bell rang and the students rushed to the gate like arrows. On my way home, I saw the road next to the school crowded with people.

I followed people into the crowd and saw a little girl. She has an apple face, a pair of faint eyebrows and some spots on her face. Her shawl and long hair stand out. She is not tall and her eyes are full of tears. She was lying on the ground, probably because she didn't pay attention, and the bike hit something ... The bike fell to the ground, and she fell, and her feet were crushed by the bike, full of blood. People around are talking about "whose child is this?" "What class is this?" "What's wrong with the child?" ..... some people took one look and left. Her eager eyes looked around.

At this time, a white-haired old man came out of the crowd.

His face is thin, black and yellow, and the corners of his eyes and mouth are covered with messy wrinkles. His whole face is like an old bark. His protruding forehead is engraved with several deep wrinkles, as if it had been whipped by a whip; His eyes are small and yellow. He bent down and stretched out a dead-branch hand to the girl. The girl looked at the strange grandfather, and her eyes were full of tears. I also cried at that time. Grandpa helped the little girl and the bike up, patted the little girl on the shoulder and said, "Little girl, don't cry, where do you live?" I'll take you home. "

Grandpa pushed the bike, talked and laughed with the little girl, and walked in the direction of the little girl's home.

I looked at my grandfather in the distance and said, "Grandpa, you are great!" " "

Write people and things 400 words 14 1. I took a few steps forward and jumped hard. The vigorous and upside-down figure whirled in the air and soon fell into the water.

2. After parting teams, I am naturally the tallest person in the two teams. Moreover, I am also a well-known figure in the shooting field, and my "compatriots" in the first team are naturally happy and enjoy it.

3. I hold the fishbone with one tooth and one keningau, and I poke it with my hand. Finally, I chewed off half the fish head and didn't eat any fish.

I threw the swimming ring and plopped into the fast-flowing Xiangjiang River, swimming like a little loach.

I rinsed the mop in the pool again and again, then wrung it dry, then bent down, arched my front legs, pulled back and pulled it up.

6. He bent down, the basketball in his hand kept patting back and forth, rolling his eyes, looking for a chance to "break through". Suddenly, he quickened his pace, then turned left and right, rushed through two layers of defense lines and came to the basket. After a tiger jump, he turned to shoot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially.

7. At the crossroads, there was an old woman, slightly hunched and chubby, struggling to walk on the empty road with an umbrella. The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward.

8. Xuan Shi's steps are even, his arms swing back and forth, and his steps are getting faster and faster. He leans forward as if he were going to fall, struggling to run forward quickly. At the end of the race, she held her head high and stood out, and finally won the first prize.

Write people and things in 400 words 15 My father is stocky and a little fat. His thick eyebrows, special eyes, often flashing wisdom and alertness, and sometimes very humorous. My father is a strict father. He works hard and cares about my study. I admire my father's fighting spirit most! I'm just a little off camera. I am much better in junior high school than in primary school now.

My father is the general manager of property management. When my father came back, he took time to help me with my study, which made me make great progress in my study. By the way, he sometimes helps colleagues, and colleagues ask my father for help when they have something. My father likes helping others very much. My father just likes helping others! My father has a high sense of responsibility for his work.

By the way, when I was a child, my father was like a fierce tiger, and when I was obedient, my father was like a docile lamb. I remember one Sunday, I was very good. After finishing all the homework and review, my father and I went to KFC together. I am very happy.

My father is very kind to me. He is very strict, always cares about me and often plays with me. For example, I learned to walk when I was a child, and my father watched me walk. Swimming is also my father's progress with my swimsuit. When I swim, my father lets me swim by myself. There are real ice and roller skating. My father asked me to skate well step by step, let me move forward, and I made progress day by day. By the way, I finally learned to swim now.

Dad, if you are a big tree, then I am a small leaf on your tree. You hold me high and let me absorb the rain and the sun. I can never repay your kindness! But I will follow your example, study hard, learn my skills well and make contributions to the construction of the motherland in the future.