600 words composition for the second day of the week on weekends (1)

On Saturday, the weather was exceptionally good. It was very comfortable with the right wind! It is a good time to fly kites. I begged my mother to take me to the Red Sun Square on Zeng Guofan's Shiwen Island to fly kites. My mother readily agreed.

When we came to the kite shop, I selected a black eagle kite with a light red edge. Its appearance is very cool, but with a bit of dignity and cute, it is really lifelike, and I like it very much.

When I came to the Red Sun Square, I didn't expect that many people were flying kites! I saw the kites in the sky in various shapes and colors. They went up, down, left, right, high and low with the spring wind. They seemed to be happy and naughty children playing happily!

Looking at the flying kites in the sky, I can't wait. I hold the handle and run. I thought the kite would fly high behind me. When I looked back confidently, the line was stretched long. But my eagle was still lying on the ground like a wooden man, and did not move. When my mother saw it, she ran to help and turned the kite upside down. She said, "The kite must face up and the line joint face down before it can fly." So I rolled the line, Running again, the kite flew this time, but soon came a scream from me. It turned out that the wind speed of the kite thread wheel had scratched my fingers. My mother came to see my injury and my clumsy hands and fingers. She could not help laughing or crying, so she had to demonstrate it herself. But my mother was still my mother. Her kite flew low, and soon fell down, while I laughed.

At this time, a strong wind blew over. I seized the opportunity to run hard. Ha ha, this time, the kite has lived up to my expectations, flying high in the sky, like a fierce eagle circling in the blue sky, looking for prey on the ground. Even if I didn't run at the moment, the kite was flying steadily in the air. Under my mother's guidance, I would fly, wind up and pull hard. Everything seemed much easier.

My mother, who was standing beside me, could not restrain her excitement at last. She let me rest beside me when I was tired of playing. It was her turn to let go. After observing for so long, my mother also mastered the essentials of kite flying. She flew higher than me, which was extremely powerful. I couldn't help taking some photos of my mother as a souvenir. At this time, an accident happened. The thread end wound around the handle of the reel and tied a knot. Mother tried to untie it, but after a long time, the thread was pulled all over the place. The knots became more and more, which was a mess. Mother had no choice but to look at the kite and go home with regret.

My mother and I have agreed to fly kites next time. I really hope that the weekend will come soon!

600 words composition for the second day of the week on weekends (2)

I had a very full weekend, and more importantly, I learned to do a lot of things and understand a lot of truth

It was a sunny, cloudless Saturday. Mom got up early to work overtime, and Dad went to work in a hurry after a while. I feel happy: Now, I can have enough fun at home!

I quickly got up and went to the living room to watch TV. I ate ice cream, potato chips and milk tea at the same time. I felt very happy at that time. Tired of it, I went to my own room: playing trampoline on the bed, turning on the computer and turning it on to super loud, singing by myself... The neighbors knocked at the door from time to time, but I still couldn't control myself.

Before I knew it, I had played from morning to afternoon. Because the voice was too loud, I didn't hear my mother's opening the door. I was still playing there very well. My mother saw me, and I saw my mother. There seemed to be lightning in her eyes.

I felt my mother's anger was on the top of my head, and we looked at each other for five seconds. Suddenly, a wolf like roar flew to my ear: "Go and clean up the living room composition and your room! If you can't clean up, you can't eat!" This voice almost made me tremble, so I had to clean the room obediently.

Finally, the living room and my house were cleaned by me. When I saw the fruits of my work, my heart was happy. When my mother saw it, she smiled and said, "It's about the same!"

Through this lesson, I understand that only immersing in the world of play is not happiness!

Another Sunday morning, I went for a walk in the park and saw an uncle throw the plastic bottle he had finished drinking on the ground. I saw it and was very upset, so I stopped him.

And he told him, "The garbage should be thrown into the garbage can, please pay attention to it later." My uncle listened to this and said to me with a smile, "Good boy, my uncle will never litter again, and will tell more people, 'Take care of the environment, everyone is responsible'. Thank you for waking up!" My uncle's words made me feel happy and happy, The little heart was pounding.

This is my weekend. It's very meaningful and meaningful

600 words composition for the second day of the week on weekends (3)

On my way of growing up, there are many memories that rush away like time and never look back. But there is one thing I will never forget.

It was a sunny weekend. My family came to several seaside ponds where my uncle contracted to raise crabs. Along the way, there was no "blue waves and vast expanses" written in the book in the field, because the rice had been cut. There were piles of smoking straw everywhere, and there was a smell of burning in the air, unlike what my father said when he came, "the air is wild." There were several floating water lilies floating quietly in the clear canal, as if thinking.

After a while, we arrived there. We had tea there for a while. Dad said that today's theme is fishing. Don't waste time. After all, Dad is a fishing fan. He said that fishing depends on the "geomancy", that is, the wind direction and the water potential. He can catch an "African crucian carp" that weighs almost one kilogram without a cigarette effort. After a while, my mother also caught one.

My cousin likes fishing very much, but he can't catch big fish, so he made an excuse and said, "I have a small pot in my house, and I can't catch big fish." I have been fishing for a long time myself, but I can't catch big fish. My father said that I didn't pay attention to fishing, while my uncle said that there was something wrong with my "position" and there was no fish at all. So he immediately moved his position and caught a big crab.

On the way home, the sun, tired all day, seemed to say "goodbye" to us!

On this day, I had a good time. But I heard from uncle and baba that the environment is polluted by burning straw after rice cutting. The fish they catch at noon tastes delicious, but they say that this "African crucian carp" is a great threat to the crabs they feed, and it is a "disaster" "harmful fish". Even the water lilies in the canals are harmful and often block the canals. I heard something, but I really enjoyed myself!

600 words composition for the second day of the week on weekends (4)

"It's really boring!" I finished my homework at the weekend, watching TV in addition to watching TV.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from downstairs. I quickly put my head out of the window and saw my little friends swarming into my house, talking and laughing. I quickly took out snacks and fruits and ran downstairs to meet them.

When I arrived among them, I heard my friends say to Kaixiang, the master of humor, "Now that everyone is here, can we read?" It turned out that Kaixiang was very boring to stay at home alone, so he called everyone over one by one to prepare for everyone to read and appreciate his new work.

Kaixiang turned his little eyes around, with a mysterious smile on his face. He stared straight at us and walked around us for three times. We were so nervous that we kept sweating. Suddenly, he stopped and said loudly, "Take a look, take a look, don't miss it when passing by. My latest masterpiece has a high starting point!"

After hearing this, everyone rushed to say: "I'll read it! I'll read it!" Kaixiang selected a person nearest him, handed him the paper with the masterpiece, and asked him to read it carefully for everyone to listen to.

The little fellow looked at it for a few seconds and then read it carefully: "Dark carnation, dark carnation, dark stone, a big spring bamboo, The face turned red like a red apple.

With one laugh after another, this boring weekend became very happy. The happy weekend ended in a harmonious atmosphere!