You can write in a novel-like way. If you write in a dramatic way, you will get high marks. The premise is that your story must express a little connotation and stick to the meaning of the topic.
< 2 > The story of me and snacks, 500 words.
"I'm full. I want to eat snacks." According to our family's regulations, you can eat snacks as long as you finish eating rice and fruit. Besides, as long as dad is away, mom often asks us to go to Quanlian to buy a pack of cookies for dinner, so that we can eat cookies while watching TV. What a wonderful treat!
My favorite snack is crispy noodles. When eating crispy noodles, you will add half a seasoning bag, crush the noodles with a spoon, and eat them in big mouthfuls. This taste is really great! Crispy noodles taste very good, crisp taste, plus a little pepper, it is a perfect match! Although you will be thirsty after eating, this delicious food is still memorable.
My second favorite snack is potato chips. Potato chips are a little yellow in appearance, and will turn brown when baked a little. I prefer to eat a brand, because it is thick and crisp, and it has various flavors, such as cheese, pizza, onion, spicy and original flavor. I especially like the taste of pizza, because it is spicy, salty and thick, which makes my tongue jump. However, after eating potato chips, the dregs are easy to get stuck in your teeth. Remember to brush your teeth.
My third favorite snack is cola nuts, which are made of peas. It has some garlic flavor, crisp, salty and strong, and its shape is spiral. If it is spicy, it will be particularly spicy, but the original flavor is a little spicy, so I prefer the original cola nuts.
I like eating snacks, which makes my life full of fun. I hope that food companies can produce more delicious snacks in the future, so that I have more choices!
(3) The composition of my story and mine. ...
The story of me and the book
Books are the ladder of human progress. There is an old saying: "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu." Books are the food of human spirit. In the book, I fought with the poet Li Bai for hundreds of poems; Fan Zhongyan and others "worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world." Among them, let me rejoice, but also let me realize the artistic conception of "suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light." So I have an indissoluble bond with books since I was a child.
I remember once, my "addiction" to reading broke out again. I asked my mother to take me to the bookstore to read, and my mother agreed. When I arrived at the bookstore, I got excited at once. These are all foreign classics, and they are all my favorites. I picked a book "War and Peace" at random and read it with relish. My concept of time has always been stuck in the book. At this time, I am like "isolated". Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of me, I don't know what it means. My mind is full of the contents of the book. At this time, I share joys and sorrows with the protagonist, despise the shameful generation, sympathize with the suffering people, sing with the author, and experience the vicissitudes of the world with the author ... My mother said, "You have been watching it for almost two hours, and I have to go home and cook." "Mom, let me watch it for another ten minutes!" I sincerely said to my mother. "You bookworm, it's already late. Mom will come with you after dinner! " No way, I had to put down my "baby" and go home with my mother.
Another time, I went to the school library to borrow books. I jumped up as soon as the door opened. I took a famous China history book, Historical Records, from the bookshelf, which was written by Sima Qian, a writer of the Western Han Dynasty. The whole book weighs four or five pounds. I put it on the table and read it with relish. Because some words are ancient Chinese, and some places I don't understand. I took out a pen and paper from my schoolbag and wrote it down. Time passed quickly, and the teacher in the library announced that it was going to close. I quickly packed my schoolbag, picked up my book and walked out. "Wait, classmate, why did you take the book away?" I ... I ... don't know why, maybe I'm fascinated! I feel very embarrassed. I quickly put the book back and apologized to the teacher in the library.
Reading has become an indispensable part of my life. It is really "a book as a pillow in a midnight dream and a breakfast halfway up the mountain." How many mornings when the sun rises, how many starry nights, I wandered selflessly in this sea of books. It is books that broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge; It was the book that made me find my lost compass; It is a book, from which I get spiritual nutrition and grow up slowly in my study; It is books that have changed my life. ...
Toys and my story 600
My favorite toy is my toy racing car "Xiaobai", which was given to me by my parents on my 9th birthday.
"Xiaobai" is 58cm long and13-14cm wide. It has a hovering rear, two dazzling lights in front of the car and two bread-shaped lights on both sides of the car. When reversing, it will shine brightly. The car looks like a real car: all kinds of fuel injectors, brakes, throttle, and a little man sitting in it driving.
Once, I drove my car to play outside. At this moment, I saw a child playing. I hid from the side first. I drove out when the child came near me. As soon as the child saw the little racing car, he jumped on it and tried to catch it. I pressed the back button and the car went backwards. The child jumped at the dog and caught it again, but the child didn't give up.
Another time, my "little white" was found by a puppy, and the puppy followed. When I saw this situation, I speeded up, but the puppy kept chasing my car, and I began to make vicious moves, so I pulled back with the remote control and turned the car around-the car collided with the puppy, and the puppy let out a cry of pain and turned and ran away quickly ... My children and I were so happy!
Unfortunately, this toy car was given to my sister last year, because she liked it so much that she couldn't put it down, so I gave it to her. Every time I think about this car, I always feel unspeakable happiness. I really miss my toy car "Xiaobai"!
"Wu" composition is capped 1000 words.
We have heard a story more or less: a beer bottle cap that has been screwed by countless people, and no one can unscrew it. When people thought it was impossible, another man came. He gently unscrewed the bottle cap. Just when everyone praised him as "miraculous", he said, "In fact, this bottle cap is already very loose. It will open with a little force. "
Don't we often do this ourselves? I have made infinite efforts and sweat for an ideal. When I have to give up in "despair", I don't know that success is in the next second. In order not to make life full of regrets, we should persist.
We are all working hard, but we don't know how to persist. There is no free lunch in the world, and everything must be won by our own hands, and the process of winning may be very boring, so there is a phenomenon that winners are always in the minority. Because most people don't know how to persist. Bell, a famous inventor, is known as "the father of telephone". The telephone he invented can span 200 feet. But there is another person, Philip? German science teacher Les is also making telephones. In the same period, his distance even reached 199 feet, and the distance to success was only 1 foot, but he gave up and didn't insist. This distance of 1 foot makes him pass by the world famous places. He is also a genius, but what he lacks is persistence.
Of course, persistence is not necessarily victory. We need a direction. Perseverance must be right, right? We all know Hitler, and we all know that he is a notorious militarist, who led to the outbreak of World War II. But as a leader, he can lead tens of millions of people in Germany and make them loyal to themselves, which shows that he also has some advantages. There is no doubt that he is a winner in life, and his achievements and brilliance are beyond the reach of many people. But in fact, he is also a historical loser, one of countless people who have been taken away by this rolling history. Does he insist? In the most difficult period in Germany, he resolutely led the people through the difficulties. He persisted and succeeded. But he finally failed, only because he ran counter to reality and only because of militarism. It can be seen that persistence is a necessary condition for victory, but if your direction is slightly deviated, then failure is inevitable.
When you have your own light, make sure you don't get lost, and the rest is to put it into action.
The road you choose, you have to walk on your knees. No one wants to be a loser, everyone is running forward on their own road. Everyone is working hard. Where do the losers come from? From those who refuse to persist and give up halfway. Impetuousness, anxiety, impatience, most of us are in this negative state of mind at present, but rarely fulfill our vows, so giving up has become a habit. In fact, as long as we have a little sense of responsibility and act arbitrarily, this phenomenon will not occur. If a person is irresponsible to himself, what ability does he have to realize his ideal in this world? If you really can't calm yourself down, you might as well go on like a turtle, one footprint at a time. Even if you slow down, you have already finished your own way and walked out of your own life.
There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down. Go on, for ideals, for persistence, for unscrewing the bottle cap.
Lu and I wrote a story about something.
Me and the teacher
As time goes by, I have spent six years in school. In these six years, I am most grateful to you, Mr. Guan. You not only helped me a lot in my study, but also cared for me in every way in my life.
, left an indelible impression on me.
You are a young female teacher with thin cheeks, high cheekbones, big eyes shining with wisdom, and those long hands can often create beautiful articles. You are knowledgeable and meticulous in your work. Usually you are strict with us and care about us. Everyone loves you very much.
Teacher Guan, do you still remember my unlucky exam in the fifth grade? I don't think you will forget it. My math score was only 78, and my family shook their heads with anger. It was your gentle persuasion that calmed the anger of my family, and it was you who taught me seriously. Patience, meticulous and persuasive words flow into my heart like a trickle. I started to work hard and finally got a 100. How excited I was at that time!
Teacher Guan, do you still remember "Is it beneficial to open books?" at that time
I was chosen as a debater with honor. After the game, the students said that Chen Jie and I were the best, and you nodded in agreement. How happy I was at that time!
Teacher Guan, there is one thing that I still remember vividly-
That day, the sky was gloomy, like the bottom of an upside-down pot. In the distance, thunder bursts, lightning and thunder, and soon.
Raindrops the size of soybeans fall sparsely. Soon, the lightning became brighter and brighter, and the raindrops began to get bigger. I am anxiously waiting for my mother to pick me up without rain gear. Because of the heavy rain, my shoes and pants were wet by the rain. I feel very cold and I can't stop shaking. Just as I was huddled up with cold, the rain suddenly stopped-an umbrella covered my head. Just want to shout "mom", a familiar and kind word was sent over. "Why, mom hasn't come to pick you up yet? ! "Ah, it's teacher Guan! I looked up at your kind face and saw the smile on your face, just like a mother caring for her child. You hug me and say kindly, "Let me take you home!" Along the way, you raised your hand for fear of being caught in the rain. From time to time, you move your umbrella in front of me like this, and half your body is wet. At this time, I tried my best to learn the tone of an adult and said to the teacher, "Look, teacher, your clothes are wet for me." You stroked my head and said, "Nothing, the teacher is not afraid!" " "My face is wet. I don't know whether it is tears or rain. I think: I wish I had another umbrella. At this moment, home came and I heard someone calling me: "Hui Hui! """Mom!" I said loudly, "Mom, the teacher sent me back." "Thank you so much, teacher!" Mom said apologetically. "Nothing, this is what I should do!" I looked up at you and then at my mother. Ah, you are just like my mother.
I will never forget your cultivation of me; We will never forget what you have done for our class. When you race, kick shuttlecock and play badminton with us, I can't forget your energetic figure; I can't forget your attentive expression when correcting your homework; I can't forget your anxious expression when my classmates are short of textbooks; I can't forget your bright smile during the spring outing. ...
I want to ask the fresh morning breeze to blow for you and send my sincere wishes; I want to invite the bright rising sun to greet you and bring my sad wishes; I'd like to invite song for you, a lovely bird, to send my sincere greetings.
I wrote 400 words about Qi and its story.
Once upon a time, there was a bird's nest in the tree. There lived a mother bird and a little bird. They live happily. However, a few days later, the bird was playing in the tree and was caught by a little boy and taken home. When the mother bird came back looking for food, she saw that her child was gone. She shouted, "Baby, baby, where are you?" ? Mother bird is back. Mother bird is very anxious.
The bird was taken to a beautiful place. The little boy found a cage, locked it up, fed it mineral water and ate polished rice and worms every day. At first, the bird felt good and comfortable. However, after a few days, it felt impatient. It wants to spread its wings and fly freely. So it said to the little boy, "Can you let me out?" The little boy asked doubtfully, "you don't have to go out to find food by yourself every day, and you don't have to be beaten by the wind and rain outside." Every day, there are clothes to reach out and food to mouth. Well done! Why go out? " Say that finish, and went away. The bird is disappointed.
The next day, the young bird finally couldn't help it and slammed into the cage door. The little boy heard the banging and came over. When he saw it, it turned out to be a bird. At this moment, the bird begged, "Please let me out. I want to be free. I’m going home. I want my mother. " The little boy saw the bird like this and thought, Yes, the bird is the spirit of nature. I shouldn't have kept it in a cage. Birds belong to nature and should fly freely in the boundless sky. So he opened the door of the cage and let the bird out. The bird spread its wings and flew. Now, the bird is finally free again.
Write a 300-word composition describing what happened between me and stationery.
There she is. Little Lisa, a little match girl, came to our school. She was barefoot and dressed in rags, and her yellow and thin face showed fear. I rushed to meet her and looked at little Lisa carefully, with tears in my eyes. This is the little girl written by Grandpa Andersen. What a poor little girl! She will be happy to come to our country. I want to tell her that we have no hunger, cold and pain here.
"Little Lisa, this is my most beautiful sweater. Let you wear it!" "This is the big doll my mother bought me. Play for you! " "..." A voice interrupted my meditation, and a pair of warm little hands reached out to Little Lisa, and everything was in front of Little Lisa. I thought little Lisa would jump for joy, but on the contrary, she waved her hand again and again and retreated in fear: "no, no, miss, young master, I don't want it." I have no money. I have no money. When I sell the matches, I'll save money and buy them again! " "Sister Lisa, this is from us!" I said it again. She is holding these gifts in her hand, and her hands are shaking all the time. I put a sweater on her, and she looks more beautiful. I hugged her, and the camera took this beautiful shot with a click.
I suddenly remembered a song and said happily to little Lisa, "Little Lisa, shall I teach you to sing?" Little Lisa is happy in the new middle school: "I haven't sung since grandma, but now I can sing!" " "But I am sad again:" No, no, you will laugh at me. " "No, I'll teach you to sing the Internationale, which is a song to arouse the struggle of the poor." I taught her to sing word for word as I spoke. She studied very hard and soon learned it. She sang seriously: "get up, hungry and cold slave!" " "She clenched her fist and her eyes were full of hope.
Little Lisa lives happily in my house, always smiling. "Ding" comes from a bike, and uncle postman comes. As soon as I read it, ah, an article I wrote won the first prize in the composition competition, and the primary school newspaper also sent me a manuscript fee. I stared at the money order, yes, I used the money to buy stationery for little Lisa, so that she could study and wedge like us, and then she would jump for joy!
I bought a pen and a brand-new diary, quietly came to Little Lisa, put the pen and diary behind me and said mysteriously, "Little Lisa, guess what my sister bought you?" Little Lisa looked at me curiously and shook her head. I quickly took out my present, "pen!" " "Little Lisa cried happily." Can I go to school, too? " "yes! "I'm glad to see little Lisa, and I'm happy, too.
I happily took out my textbook from my schoolbag and turned to the page of the little match girl. I smiled and said to her, "Little Lisa, little Lisa, your story is written on it." She listened and smiled shyly. "Sister Yaner, sister Yaner, please teach me to write!" Little Lisa begged me. "Write what?" I was surprised to ask, "Well-"Little Lisa cocked her head and thought about it. "It's good to write about socialist countries. You are so happy and so kind to me. There is no cold, no pain, no hunger here. I want to write, I want to write. " She said and asked me to teach her to write. I taught her one by one. ...
She suddenly said to me, "Sister Yaner, Grandpa Andersen has passed away, and I am no longer the poor little match girl described by Grandpa Andersen. Now, I am cold and have clothes to wear; Hungry, eat something. I want to tell people all over the world that I have a good time in China! Come and help me write another fairy tale and write a happy fairy tale! " As soon as I heard this, I happily picked up a pen and wrote a happy fairy tale.
The story of me and the bottle 1000 words.
My mother's beauty shop has many bottles, but for some bottles, they are not beautiful, and there are no intoxicating stories behind them. Their job is just to hold the lotion. There are also some bottles for drinking water, but they have gorgeous wrapping paper and lids.
It is commendable that there are only two bottles left. Their work is decent, just put it in a transparent cabinet as an ornament, but they also do the work of taking small things. But they are praised the most by others because they are very delicate and beautiful.
A bottle in the window looks like a cabbage from a distance. However, it looks like a cabbage, and it is an eternal "cabbage". No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, it will not wither, because it is a porcelain vase, not a real cabbage. Therefore, it can quietly look at people and things outside the window in a comfortable way, while maintaining its inherent silence. One day, I found some stains and a small hole in an inconspicuous place in the bottle. If you don't like imperfect things, you will gradually dislike them. However, when you look at it from a distance, it is still so beautiful, and its beauty has not been reduced by its own shortcomings. So, I like it again. After all, it is just a bottle. No matter how beautiful it is, it can't be perfect, just like a beauty mole on a beautiful woman's face. Without it, people will be unreal.
The other bottle also has its beauty. It used to be a water bottle, but later my mother was afraid that it would be broken, so she made it into a pen container. Now it stays in the world of books all day. It forms a harmonious scene with a pile of books next to it, which often makes me mistakenly think that it absorbs the essence of all books and music in the bookcase. I will definitely tell stories and sing songs in the future. Because I think knowledge can make people beautiful, I fantasize that it will become beautiful because of it, but the most important beauty focuses on its appearance: there are many flowers on the bottle, but these flowers are painted, which seems to turn a small part of the garden scene into eternity on the bottle. However, when I sometimes stare at it, those patterns often lead me into my imagination, and the theme of imagination is the garden. From small bunches of flowers to colorful gardens, it smells like a leopard in a tube. From the side, it is beautiful, but from the top and bottom, the beautiful taste on the side no longer exists, only a piece of white is seen. But the space of imagination has expanded, not limited to gardens, but to imagine all kinds of interesting things from white. So, I saw a different philosophy from the "cabbage bottle" from this bottle: if you look at something from another angle, you will see something more wonderful and beautiful.
These two beautiful bottles have been moved into the beauty shop for many years, but after all, they are ceramic bottles and there is a risk of becoming pieces. So I'm worried that they will become a pile of pieces one day, without aesthetic feeling, and eventually become garbage. But I don't know when it will break. I only know that there is a price to pay for having beautiful things. Worrying about two bottles all your life is much ado about nothing. Two beautiful bottles have become my luggage. Why are beautiful things so fragile?