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Essay on a stranger 600 words.

On that day, it was cold and the north wind was blowing. I craned my neck and waited at the bus stop. Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out:

Little sister, did you come out alone? "When I looked up, it was a young man in his 20s, still dressed in a worker's suit, and the blue clothes were very conspicuous with a little white paint on them. Hum.

It turned out to be a part-time worker. My mother used to tell me never to deal with strangers. What's more, it's a part-time worker?

I vigilantly moved two steps to the right. When the man saw my attitude, he didn't ask anything more. I'm cold, why hasn't this car come yet!

Little sister, what time is it? "Hmph, it's him again. That's a lot!

I looked at my watch, and was about to tell him the time, but after thinking about it, I said angrily; "I didn't bring my watch. He sighed, not knowing if he had seen the watch in my hand or had not been able to tell the time.

Hmph, fight with me, you're still a little tender!

In the distance, I saw a bus coming, with the words "No. 6" written on it. Haha, the car is finally here! I stepped in, threw in a dollar, and found a vacant seat.

The part-time worker also came up, but there was no seat in the car, so he had to stand. I gloated and thought: deserved!

The car stopped again, and a few people came up. The car drove for a while, and I saw a sneaky young man put his hand into the bag of an aunt dressed up in a fancy way. Yes!

Not good! It's a thief! The thief caught me staring at him and warned me with a vicious look.

I was scared, so I quickly pretended not to see it and turned my head out the window. Suddenly, the part-time worker grabbed the thief with his hand and said, "Give it back, or you're welcome!"

The thief also wanted to quibble: "When did I steal?" Beware of my slander!

The aunt who had her wallet stolen was busy looking for it in her bag and exclaimed, "My wallet is gone!" When the thief saw that the matter was revealed, he raised his fist and was about to hit someone, ready to slip away.

At this time, the policeman uncle came and said; "Don't move! "It turned out that someone in the car called the police. The thief was finally caught in the police station.

At this time, my impression of the part-time worker, no, the uncle, completely changed! It seems that there are still a lot of good people in this society!

The figure of that uncle suddenly became much taller in my mind. I also want to be like that uncle, a person who is brave and courageous and dares to fight against the evil forces!

Rumors and rumors make every stranger's face seem ill-intentioned. We live in our own small world, and we dare not reach out to the outside world. Even afraid of all ...... from the outside world

One quiet night, you are walking lonely on the path, and suddenly you see a strange shadow in front of you, and he walks towards you and looks you in the eye - what is he going to do? Robbing, beatings, and even ......Has he been eyeing me for a long time, a premeditated operation? You think in a panic, and you even unconsciously clench your hands into fists to guard against a sudden attack—but he walks by without saying a word, and dissolves into the night.

You begin to calm down, but you still wonder if there is a ...... to this matter

Tired, we're all tired, we've forgotten the trust we once called for. Barriers and scruples make trust seem like distant stars, but not imminent. When you are hesitating over a difficult question, a classmate who is just nodding your head gently tells you the answer.

You doubt, you look him in the eye.

The long river of life is surging, rushing through thousands of acres of green land, rushing in the mighty historical tide, feeding the soul ...... of all things

You, with silent movements, compose a colored nature. The night, quiet, through infinite wounds, the bright moonlight illuminates the earth, the elegant and calm beauty of cherry blossoms ripples under the moon, the trees depend on each other, the grass is abundant, looming under the faint lamp, the moon becomes brighter and brighter. The closer the moon gets, the thicker the shadows, is life so real?

You, with the hope of life, give beauty to all things. Just as life is a hazy moon and sun, and death is a haggard falling flower. A hero trades his life for the happiness of others and then dies ......Die!

It is the eternal return of silence, the eternal rest. And he faced it with a stern smile, and nature has given mankind the most beautiful soul.

You, with the spring rain to sow wisdom to all things. "How sad can you be? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward", "only frowned, but on the heart", "looking for and seeking."

Deserted, miserable and miserable", "If waiting can be exchanged for a miracle, I would rather wait, even if it is a year, or a lifetime", "The way to come in the world becomes the way back, and the way back becomes the way to come", ......Countless fragments flashed in my mind Empress Li's wounds, Qingzhao's love, four-dimensional righteousness, and Bingxin's enlightenment all passed by like a clear wind, leaving traces that were as beautiful as all things in the world. Perhaps the more beautiful it is, the more fragile it is, and the traces gradually spread out ......

Thou art the soul of all things with the rhythm of soft music. Human beings, huge families, but families with rich feelings. The heaviness of fatherly love, the thoughtfulness of mother's love, the care of friendship, the justice between brothers, the tenderness between sisters, and the help between strangers.

The emotions between each other are so real and vividly expressed ......

Nature's gift, is so beautiful, so dazzling, to all things with colorful gifts, thank you for nature's gift!

Mother's mother, what a word admired by the children of the world; Mother's love is like a quiet harbor that nurtures our growth. A mother's love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Mother's love is great; A mother's love is one that only knows how to give and does not expect anything in return. Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; Mother's love is like a gentle drizzle, gently patting your face and moistening your heart; Mother's love is like a furnace in winter, creating warm sunshine for you in the harsh winter.

The sons and daughters of the world, looking at their mothers with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter? The love that my mother gave me was real, simple, stern, and sometimes a little poetic.

In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, it was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, it was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, it was my mother who was happy for my learning and progress. Think about it, in my life, when was there no mother?

Whenever I cried, my mother comforted me; Whenever I felt like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother opened her wide arms and gave me a breath of warmth and love. One time we had an injection at school, and I fainted blood. It was noon, and when my mother heard about it, she didn't say a word, and hurried to school without even eating lunch, carrying me to the doctor, and then my mother asked for leave to accompany me in the hospital.

At that time, I saw that my mother was very sad, and for some reason, I also felt a little sad. Another time, my mom and dad bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I hadn't eaten yet, and my saliva was pouring out of the mercury dove.

After my mother cut the melon, she first gave me a piece of melon with few seeds and sweet flesh. But she eats a lot of melon seeds, and the flesh of the melon is not very sweet. But motherly love can also be harsh at times.

I've always had a bad habit of being careless. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after a physical education class at school. When I got home, my mother criticized me severely.

But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and she doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.

Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are the sharp flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and the growth of children is inseparable from every drop of mother's love. Mother, escorting her children all her life, silently guiding her children behind her children.

Is our mother's love for us something we can repay? As "The Wanderer's Yin" said: "Whoever says an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs." ”