A 600 word essay with a relatively beautiful sentence

In our daily study, work and life, we will inevitably come into contact with composition, through which we can gather our scattered thoughts together. How to write an essay to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my 600-word essay on the most beautiful essay for reference only, welcome to read.

Whether it is the vicissitudes of the sea or the flow of the sun, moon and stars, you are still the most beautiful in my eyes, you are "How Steel is Made".

You have interpreted the meaning of life, and the most precious thing for people is life. Life is only once for us, and a person's life should be spent in such a way that when he looks back, he does not regret that he wasted his time, nor is he ashamed of his inaction.

Thus, at the time of his death, he was able to say: "My whole life and all my energies have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world, the struggle for the emancipation of mankind". The meaning of life is such a lofty ambition, so frank and unrestrained, human life is the most precious, should do the most meaningful, useful things.

Your life comes from Nikolai. Ostrovsky, the great man, when he finished you, he was lying in the ward, he still patiently finished you, you are proud to have such a great father; He has given you life, you have given him pride, and you seem to know that you are so "beautiful".

You have created the protagonist of Paul, he is not inferior in any way, he has gone through hardships and dangers, and finally from the furnace of the revolution, from a worker's child to a proletarian fighter, he embodies the best qualities of that era - the spirit of dedication to ideals, the iron will and the noble quality of tenacious struggle, he is so good, how happy is your "mother", you have created him to show the brilliance of life, how beautiful he is, but you are more "beautiful".

How Steel is Made", you interpret the meaning of life, you repay the "father".'Kindness, the Paul you created shows the dazzling splendor of life, your writing is so beautiful, the language is so unpretentious, you have left a valuable cultural wealth to mankind, you are the most beautiful in my eyes.

Time is the sun and the moon, and time is the white horse. No matter what, you are still the most beautiful in my eyes, and you are still the most beautiful in my eyes.

You are the most beautiful in my eyes - "How Steel is Made", let us sing and praise you as the most beautiful!

Labor is the most beautiful. Today is a special day, and the most interesting day of winter break – because I'm in charge today!

Today I want to impress my parents! "I crept to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, and quietly took the money my dad gave me last night to buy breakfast. On the way, like a happy bird, humming a song, I flew to the shop that sold breakfast.

Back home, Mom and Dad were already up. Eating a hot breakfast, my parents' faces showed a smile of relief, and my heart was happy.

After breakfast, I hurried to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. The market is very lively, and the variety of food products is dazzling. And voila:

The yellow corn was wrapped in tulle and slept; Red tomatoes with green hats rolling around; The purple eggplant is happily practicing gymnastics ......Alas, with so many dishes, what should I buy? At this time, the hawker's shouting attracted me: "Fresh radish, five cents a pound, cheap and delicious!"

Turnip? Well, that's it! So, I bought a big white turnip, a handful of green spinach, and went to buy a pound of pork ribs, two tomatoes, and four eggs.

When I got home, my mother praised me for buying groceries.

In the evening, I was about to go out and play with my friends when my dad reminded me that it was time to clean. Oh, and it's going to be cleaned up! I almost forgot about it!

I cleaned the windows first, then swept the floor, wiped the tables and chairs, made the beds, and finally mopped the floor ......After a while, my arms were so tired that I couldn't stand up straight, and my whole body was limp. After mopping the floor, I threw myself on the couch and refused to move again......

In the evening, while watching TV, my mother asked me if I was tired. I blushed and said for a long time, "Tired, tired!"

Mom, you're so tired every day, but I'm always disgusted with this and that......Mom, I'm sorry! Mom smiled, gently touched my head, and said, "Child, you have grown up!"

Labor is hard, but there will be rewards if you pay! After hard work, when you are savoring the fruits of labor, you will definitely send out the most heartfelt admiration: labor is the most beautiful!

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. Whenever I think of this poem, I think of my beloved mother.

I still remember that when I was a child, my mother raised us, fed us, bought us toys, told us stories about her past, and gave us a happy and warm home. At that time, we didn't understand anything, watching the wrinkles on my mother's face gradually increase, watching the calluses on my mother's palms getting thicker and thicker, and looking at my mother's back shining in front of our eyes every day, I was so ignorant.

When you grow up, ask yourself how you came into this world and how you grew up. It's not so easy to forget the parents who gave birth to you and raised you!

I remember when I was born, my mother's meaningful smile on me; I remember my first birthday, my mother's kind expression; I remember my mother's happy smile when she watched me play; I remember when I was in the first grade, when I first got a little red flower to show my mother, I showed that happy smile; I remember the taste of my mother peeling apples for me to eat; I remember my mother's proud smile when she saw me get good grades; Remember ......

Mom raised us, made breakfast for us, peeled apples; Help us with our homework, tell us stories ......Reminiscing about everything my mother gave me was so beautiful. Every mother should be given a medal of "selfless dedication". Isn't that so?

From my mother's weather-beaten face, it reflects the vicissitudes of time.

Behind everyone there is a mom who silently supports you. Some mothers are waiting for their children to come home, while others are already living in their children's hearts. Regardless of the former or the latter, all mothers are the same, and they are people who deserve everyone's heart.

Thank you for everything my mother gave, I think as long as my mother gives it, all of them are the most beautiful!

Thank you, Mom, I-love-you!!